#voice of elp

[wyndsong]

Much missed.

[crystalsongbird]

Remembering Greg Lake on what would’ve been his birthday!🤍

[jupiterjunebug]

Like. I can almost understand people who want Jay White himself to be a serious wrestler. If you only watched match highlights then maaaaybe you could be tricked. But when people are like "he was in bullet club! He needs a cooler more serious stable than the gunns and juice!" Thats when I know we are concern trolling. Why is this such a common critique. If you think Japan Bullet Club is always cool and never cringe or weird I must assume youre a bullet club members burner and even then!

[bnuuwitch]

Fun fact about me: I have an ASMR voice. I am so serious. If I did it yall would die I am so serious. Even more so if I drew Edda over it :3

[elliotisinthefridge]

you ever hear a song. and your first thought is , I think this person needs to maybe be 5150’d. and of course your second thought is I need this entire track tattooed onto my eardrums !

[helixobesity]

I am so curious to hear your voice

Ok well I guess the only way I’m gonna get over my fear here is actually doing something

So um

Voice reveal

Be nice or I will in fact turn into a crying puddle >:(

Consider this the first celebration of 1000 followers!! (Technically 992 rn but close enough!!)

Thank you for the ask!

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[eddie-rifff]

the end of karn evil 9 third impression w the robot voice always gives me chills. idk what to tell you

[vibinsanemoved]

bro the way i am so fucking Obsessed with this song right now??? :downbad:

when he's an asshole to others, but treats you like you're his world when he would kill for you, literally do anything for you when you're his weakness, the one that brings him down to his knees you're his queen and he would burn the world for you

[77seven7777]

[theknifeclown]

Me preparing myself for another Silvie Voice like practice

[wyndsong]

I wish to be the person he cast his eyes upon.

[ringsidedishes]

not to be dramatic (while on the being-dramatic-website) but despe and elp kissing and lounging together in the corner of the ring and giving a little kiss on the cheek before the match starts makes me so happy

[amaranthinespirit]

size difference with Ghost 😈

size difference with simon riley

simon riley is massive, not just in terms of height, but muscle and dick too. this man is a wall of muscle, impenetrable and daunting the way he looms over a crowd with his plain, black balaclava. yet you find yourself with your arm looped around this brute of a man, his smitten gaze peering down at you, his arm twice the size of yours, and his hand too.

you hadn't thought about how difficult it'd be to take him until your nervous eyes gazed on his thick, engorged cock oozing with gooey arousal. fuck, you couldn't even think. you swallowed thickly, barely managing a whisper, "'s not gonna fit, si."

he chuckled at your whispered words, the way your eyes seem to stay stuck between his legs, large, veiny cock throbbing and aching to be inside you.

"mmm, it'll fit, baby, j's trus'me, hm?" he cocked his head to the side, a wicked smirk on his face, "such'a pre'ty lit'l cunt's made f'me, y'can take it, sweet girl."

he consoled you, but promised first to ease up your tight cunt on his thick fingers and sloppy tongue, eliciting pretty noises, and it wasn't until multiple orgasms later that he deemed you okay. your walls stretched around his digits, each new fingers added causing a whine to spill from your swollen lips and your walls to further constrict around him.

three orgasms in and your legs are jelly, trembling around his waist as pearly slick drools from your slit, puffy clit overstimulated and sensitive. sweat beads drip down your skin, creating a sheen across your even flesh.

you can barely register the low, gruff chuckle as he hauls you closer by your legs, underside of your knees resting now on his forearms, his large cock grazing through your slick folds.

a whimper strained from your throat, and all he did was shush you, "shh, lovie, you'll b'fine," he cooed, teasing his angry tip over your entrance, watching your hips buck up from the pillow under your hips, "nice and gentle, yeah?"

he waits for the nod of confirmation, the small hum that barely leaves your closed, swollen lips as you look up at him sweetly, your eyes hazed over and hair tousled.

"good girl," he praises, holding you firmly as he forces his fat cock past your folds, groaning at the way you seem to swallow him, walls constricting so tightly around him, he worries you might force him out, "fuckkk, s'tight, are ya, love? gettin' messy b'fore didn't 'elp, eh?"

he merely chuckles, watching the way your face contorts, jaw dropping as throaty noises slip past, your body writhing under him as you struggle to handle his meaty cock penetrating you, practically tearing you in two.

"not even halfway, swee'eart, c'mon, y'can take more, surely?" he teases, his eyes glancing down to where your bodies meet, entranced in the way you suck him in, lewd, flithy squelches as your pussy swallows him further.

you can only whine, tears brimming your eyes as you stare up at him with pleading eyes, "s'full," you can only manage.

"already? tha's n'good, baby..." he tsk's, shaking his head as he rocks his hips, thick, engorged cock slowly punching against your velvety, gooey walls, watching the way your tummy bulges with every small rut of wide hips, "can handle more, yeah? tha's m'girl."

he doesn't wait for an answer, using his leverage of your knees over his forearms to pull you down on his meaty cock, grunting lowly as he bottoms out. his full balls lightly slap against your plush rear, your skin already reddening as he fucks you down into the mattress, hips plowing into your warmth.

you can no longer register his words, his voice becoming another blur in your cock-drunk haze, your eyes rolled back as he continues to utter praises as his hips continue their relentless abuse to your sweet cunt, drooling around him and swallowing him whole.

see, he told you you can handle it, yeah? listen to him, he knows best.

[kenmaspuddinghair]

Honorably discharged partially disabled Simon part 5

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

this one ends angsty, but I'll try to get the next (happier) part out soon

It's been a week since Simon's diagnosis and his symptoms have persisted along with a few new ones. His muscles have weakened, you personally can't tell cause he's still strong but he can tell and he gets annoyed about it, his right-hand twitches and shakes often and he has started dropping things more often. His leg is what messes him up the most though, his left leg is fine but his right tense up or randomly twitches resulting in him almost falling. This has resulted in a few incidents, the most recent being the worst.

 You were just finishing up fixing lunch when you heard a loud crash followed by a string of curses, you rushed over to find Simon sitting on the floor, his hand scraped and bleeding, every time before this he had managed to catch himself before he fell and he insisted he was fine and didn't need help, saying “ just walkin, don’ need ‘elp” you immediately started fussing over Simon “oh Simon what happened? I told you, you needed help but no you didn't want to hear it” you started rummaging through cabinets trying to find a cloth and some bandages. Once you found it, you helped Simon up, bringing him to the sink and gently cleaning the wound before you wrapped it up in bandages, the entire time Simon stayed fully silent.

You brought Simon over to the couch making him sit next to you, he knew you wanted answers, and as much as he didn't want to tell you, he wanted to prove he didn't need help, although deep down he knew he needed help he just didn't want to admit it, it's like he expected you to just know, he wasn't planning on telling you now either, but the look on your face broke his heart, it said so much. You were worried, what if Simon fell and couldn't get up, what if he hurt himself even worse than this, what if you weren't there. Simon knew he couldn't keep hurting you, and if it meant he had to swallow his pride for you to not be so worried, he would do that 

“was just washin my hand’ for lunch and when i went to leave, my leg just tensed up, wouldn't move, then well i fell, couldn't catch myself fast enough” Simon always spoke in a soft voice when he was telling you something vulnerable, it only broke your heart more “Oh Simon please just let me help, what if i can't help you, what if-” Simon tried to stop you but you just kept rambling on about the possibilities, Simon let you talk just staring at your eyes not even listening to what you were saying and when you noticed you paused “Simon are you listening?” he smiled slightly “no but your really cute when your worried, and when you ramble” his response only made you huff but before you could go off on him he continued “what can ya do to ‘elp me lovie” you paused “well most things that come to mind i know you wont accept so I'll have to do some research’ you looked him straight in his eyes, smiled tilting you head slightly before added “thank you Simon” his faced immediately flushed bright red, getting worse as you laughed at him, you knew exactly how to fluster him.

The night went on without any other incident, till almost eleven. This was the first night Simon would be sleeping on his own, you'd been staying in his room, sleeping on him the chair to really make sure everything was okay, so you really weren't worried for the night, Simon hadn't shown any extra pain during the night, he did have a bit of trouble sleeping before you were right next to him but you just chalked it up to being in the military for years. He was so confused, every other night he felt fine, yet the one night you're not in the room his leg hurts so bad, it started off as occasional jabbing pain before it became all around throbbing, that's when he knew he needed to go get you. The trip to your room was short but so painful, every step made the pain worse until his entire leg was in burning pain, he could barely tell where he was going his vision getting more and more blurry due to the pain, he tried to feel his way around but his right hand started to feel numb and painfully tingly, by the time he made it to the room it felt like it was spinning and his whole body wanted to give up, you were just a few steps away, you would help you always make things better if only he could make it a few more steps you could help him. 

You woke up to the sound of a loud thump, you looked up to see Simon passed out flat on your floor, you rushed over immediately noticing how hot his body was, you immediately brought him in front of the fan, calling the doctor as you ran to the fridge to grab an ice pack. You kept the ice pack to Simon's head while you waited for the doctor to get there, you were holding his hand begging him to wake up when he slowly woke up looking at you, “I-it hurts, my leg, hurts s’much, make it stop” god his voice hurt you, but you needed to be strong for him “it's gonna be okay Simon, the doctors are coming baby”

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[childoftheriver]

Please do yourself a favor, Greg fans, and listen to this.

[sam-out-of-energy]

The angst, THE ANGST its consuming me

I had to write something based off this ask because oH MY GODD

This already became too long so its a cliffhanger sorry teehee

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They'd been ambushed.

Upon trying to retrieve materials for Ratchet the entire base had suddenly sounded the alarm for intruders.

Prowl had quickly scooped Jazz from a pile of metal scrap into his servo and then inside his cockpit. They'd ran, making it to the very end of the hangar before mechas had walled them off.

It was a stand-off- well- emphasis on was, as it had taken about two nano-seconds of Prowl and the others standing there against mechas before Vortex had already began tearing robots apart.

Now chaos reigned as the crew, including Prowl, Jazz, Vortex and First aid, were in the ringer, fighting off an overwhelming amount of mechas.

"It's like they knew we were coming!" First aid comm'd Jazz while the two sat inside cockpits that were trembling from the punches, the mech's visors coated in an unhealthy layer of energon and oil.

"These ain't normal mechas either." Jazz replied.

"Explain?" Prowl's voice was eerily casual considering the situation at hand, wrenching an arm off an opposing mecha before kicking them back.

"They're faster! Stronger too-" First aid noted, watching intensely from Vortex's visor, admittedly a little curious.

"No doubt they used Prowl's parts to rebuild them."

"To hell with 'em! Let's be done with this and go-"

Jazz was caught mid-sentence when Prowl shook.

The inside of the cockpit pulsed, like something had struck him, which confused Jazz because for a short while they'd kept a good distance from the mechas.

Then Prowl just....stood. Very still. Very still.

"Prowl? Prowler?" Jazz scooted forwards and grabbed the controls, pushing them but they didn't budge. Nothing did.

"Prowl?! You're not obeyin' my controls-" Jazz questioned.

"I'm- not- obeying- my own controls either-" Prowl choked out, straining his joints with a loud creak.

["Hello Jazz."]

Both the pilot and mecha stiffened.

Jazz's eyes widened. He recognized the voice that suddenly rang out inside Prowl.

"Shockwave?! Where are you! What've you done t' Prowl?!" Jazz jumped up from the pilot seat (not having been strapped in to begin with)

["I am nowhere you need to concern yourself with. I am simply testing out my new technology."]

Jazz looked around. He could hear a muffled First Aid calling out for Vortex in the distance.

["So, Prowl, was it?. Good to know. Now, let's get well acquainted."]

Prowl shook again, sending Jazz tumbling around as the mech bent over, clutching his helm.

Something flashed. Prowl felt electricity buzzing inside of him, phantom pains in his joints. Like his wing was once again broken, like his optics were busted in and losing vision of reality arround him. His body wasn't his and it wouldn't listen to him.

He tried to keep his expression cool at the face of this new threat but his coolness came crashing down when he looked up.

Quintessons. So. Many. Quintessons. Fire, blazing high like a giant barrier.

The realization struck him like his processor's loud ERROR alarm.

He was on Praxus.

No, he was- no-

Prowl felt like hurling.

He felt something inside him twist and turn, something wicked. Something unnatural, something that was definetly not meant to be inside him.

-

Jazz could do nothing but watch his mech tremble and shake, straining and squirming like something was crawling under his plating.

"J- azz-" Prowl gasped.

"Prowl! I'm here!" Jazz called out, grabbing the controls tigthly despite the fact that they were moving.

"H- elp-"

The plea came out in a stuttered, glitching mess but it was all Prowl needed to say before Jazz began pushing. Pushing, pulling. Whenever the stick moved one way he'd move it back.

"Shockwave, stop! Let him go!" He yelled. He didn't know what sick game the mad scientist was playing but he was not about to let him take Prowl from him.

["It is futile, pilot. Give up."]

Jazz grit his teeth and kept pushing.

Prowl's fight was made easier, so he managed to break free of the illusion for long enough to push with Jazz, taking a step back on his own from the (imaginary) fire surrounding him. (It was all his in his head, surely). Coolant rushed down Prowl's backplates, his motors overexerting themselves to keep control to himself.

["...I see how it must be. Very well, Jazz."]

Prowl was jerked away from his mindscape, straggling, back into the frey, loud echoes of crashing and crumbling of metal plating and concrete. The mechas weren't focusing on him, focusing all their efforts into trying to stop Vortex from tearing down the entire hangar.

Prowl had managed to take two steps forward to go assist before he'd felt more electricity surge through him. Oddly enough, it didn't stop him this time.

What did stop him was the pained scream that carried into Prowl's audials.

Jazz.

"Jazz? Jazz!" Prowl called, stopping and looking down at his chest.

Jazz clutched his head, crying out. Something coursed through him like a painful needle and thread, connecting him to Prowl even more than before, but not in a good way. In a way that hurt, every muscle in his body clenching. It was like he was connecting to a mecha for the first time again, but the feeling of it amplified twicefold.

Then, it was like he saw his own body slump. No, he was slumped. Jazz couldn't move, couldn't speak or scream anymore (In reality he was still screaming).

No, no no no no-

He saw white. A bright light in his eyes. A smell of burning flesh, of ethanol, medical grade liquids in multitudes.

Eyes. He saw faceless masks and he saw so many eyes, shining like the headlights of a car, blinding him into submission, into staying silent despite the aching.

Make it stop, make it stop-

-

"Stop!! Don't hurt him!"

Prowl demanded, the cockpit echoing with his voice, layered over Jazz's screams.

["I will do what is necessary."]

Prowl called for Jazz's name again, opening the cockpit hatch, desperate to reach in and grab the other, until he realized he was still in the middle of a Vortex vs. Vortex's victims skirmish and pulling Jazz out could only risk him accidentally dropping the other or Jazz being hit by something.

Prowl stepped back from the fight, wracking his processor. He had to do something, something to help!

It was easier with him, Jazz could just use the controls to help him fight against this weird virus, but Jazz? Shockwave was most likely inside Jazz's head due to his connection with Prowl, what could Prowl even do to help?! He couldn't forcefully remove or disconnect Jazz. The other was wriggling and twisting in pain, Prowl's servos were way too big to do anything with him without causing further injury.

An anti-virus, a firewall. Something to block Shockwave out. Prowl had to reboot and rewire his systems for that and all of that had to begin with getting Shockwave to release Jazz.

"Please, stop-" Prowl half-blurted out amidst his panicking. He couldn't tell what was happening to Jazz, but he could feel the other. He felt Jazz clutching the arm rest of the pilot's seat, thrashing and kicking on the cold metal of the cockpit floor. He heard Jazz scream and wail, inaudibly begging for release.

["I will stop when you relinquish control to me."]

"So you can use me?" Prowl snapped, his engine revving from the anger, his optic ridge bent down so hard it almost covered his optics.

["As you wish."]

Jazz went silent.

Prowl heard the thump of a body hitting the floor.