#where did the nice word processor go

[signedkoko]

hiii!!! i’m new to anons lol but i love ur writing so much!!

i was wondering if i could pretty please request some vox x reader romantic headcanons where reader is a fallen angel exorcist, like vaggie? and possible vox finds them left after an extermination and takes them in?

tysm❤️‍🩹

Vox X Reader [Romantic]

In which Vox finds you cast down from heaven after the extermination. Reader is genderneutral.

While the Vees remained somewhere safe during the actual extermination

The first person to get back into things is Vox; he needs to know every detail, count every death, and report any massive fallings of overlords

Every camera flickers to life, his teams are sent out to repair, and as his processor is counting up the hundreds of deaths, he catches something strange on his camera

You're limp, shoved against a wall, with gold leaking from your back and a broken spear in your hands

Oh yeah, he's going for this one himself

He's not saying a thing because the implications of who you might be could be world-shattering, and he wants to be the first to say it

Making sure to keep an eye on you via that camera, he's glad he shows up because you look like you are on the verge of death

At first, hes cold, looking at you, wondering if you would be worth the trouble

But then his curiosity kicks in, along with his itch for innovation and wanting to be the first at everything

With the zap of some electricity, hes transporting the two of you to his workstation, where loose wires and all sorts of projects mid-construction are sitting around

At that point, you've actually started to try and fight back, which gives him a good glance at your back, where two gaping holes near your shoulder blades were pouring out the golden blood

" Jeez, chill out! It's not like I can kill you or anything. "

He's unsure of his own words, but you seem to stop then, which confirms that he really did have no means to kill you

But one thing was certain: you were not from around here

Vox will bandage you and ask all sorts of questions; he wants everything, and you seem more than willing to tell him everything, although he could tell you ommit a lot of details

" So then, where'd your wings- "

" I think you have overstepped. "

Alrighty then!

He won't press too much, but he will run vitals to make sure you're in a more stable condition

Vox won't let you out of his sight, though who can avoid his gaze?

For the first week, you remain in the workshop until he can work out a room for you

He would hide you from his coworkers for a month; he's worried they might try to exploit you or let shit out

But eventually he introduces you to Velvette- though neither of you share where you are from, as far as she is concerned, you are something of a partner to Vox

Valentino won't know until it happens accidentally, because jesus, Vox can't trust that asshole with a single thing

He won't want you to go out without someone too often, worried someone might find out and try to kill you

He says it's because he needs to be the only one who can study you, but the way he clings to you at night tells you he just doesn't want to lose you

Author's Note - Alternative title: local tech overlord can't admit he has a crush because ur the first person to be nice to him and mean it

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

The Mango (The Surprise, Part 13)

Emily Prentiss x fem!reader Warnings: explicit language, innuendo, implied sex, periods, mostly just fluff, reader taking care of Emily because our girl deserves it Word count: 1.9k

Summary: Emily comes back from a hard week in the field and you treat her in all the ways you can possibly think of. Because she's baby girl and she deserves to be taken care of.

Week 23: The Mango

In both your personal and professional life, you were a wildly independent person. Self-sufficient, dedicated, proud of the work you did and how hard you’d worked to get where you were. You were nobody’s doormat, nobody’s housekeeper, nobody’s mom.

If anyone else you knew, especially men, asked you to cook for them or do their laundry or take care of them in any way, you would have been personally affronted. You would have said, “You’re a fucking grown-up, do it yourself. I’m not your mom.” And you’d mean it.

So it embarrassed you a bit that, with Emily, you acted like a full-blown ‘50s-style housewife and you loved it. Not all the time, of course. But enough of the time that you couldn’t just brush it off. Dinner on the table when she got home? Your pleasure. Packing her lunch? A joy. Doing the laundry and making sure she always had a second go-bag packed and ready in case there was a quick turnaround on cases? You lived for that shit, especially when you hid little notes in the pockets that said things like:

I love you (so does little mango)!

We miss you! <3!

So proud of you for saving lives and kicking criminal ass! P.S. It’s hot. ;)

The bottom line? You were down bad for Emily. You had been from the moment she’d asked you out and all the years since. But after you’d gotten pregnant, your roles had switched a bit. Emily had always taken care of you well, but in the last few months she'd taken over significantly more of the household tasks since you were often tired and achy. You ordered takeout more often than you cooked (Emily had tried, but after her third time setting off the fire alarm you’d said, “You know what, babe, why don’t we just order out?”).

You missed taking care of Emily. God knows, she wouldn’t let anybody else do it. So when she’d called you from the jet to let you know she was on her way home after a grueling week in the field–made even more grueling by the fact that she was on her period–you set out to treat Emily right. To treat her in all the ways you used to treat her before you got pregnant, in all the ways that Emily deserved to be treated and so rarely let herself be.

You had groceries delivered to make her favorite meal, and when the little Find My dot that was Emily showed up at Quantico and started making its way back to DC, you ran her a bath–water scalding so it’d be nice and hot when she came in, fragrant with lavender Epsom salts. You lit candles, turned the bathroom lights low, even put her favorite hoodie and sweatpants and a fluffy towel in the dryer so they’d be toasty and warm when she got out of the bath.

You started on dinner, playing Emily’s favorite Salah Ragab record on the turntable. The food processor growled as it worked overtime to blend a homemade hummus, complete with your secret ingredient: a splash of aquafaba. You chopped parsley and mint for fattoush, made a marinade for the chicken flavored with all the spices Emily loved so much from her childhood years in Oman and Egypt, sumac and cardamom and coriander and all the others that you ordered online from a specialty Middle Eastern spice seller.

Your oven shawarma wasn’t as good as shawarma from a spit in Cairo, but it was about as close as you could get at home, and Emily loved it. And you made a damn good fattoush and hummus. You sliced cucumbers and tomatoes, whipped together a quick yogurt sauce.

You’d just put the chicken and veggies in the oven and were starting on the cream cheese filling for the stuffed dates when you heard the door open and shut.

“In the kitchen!” you called, hands sticky from slicing the dates.

Emily looked exhausted, with dark circles under her eyes, her blazer rumpled from a long day of travel. But her face lit up when she saw you.

“Do I smell… shawarma?!” she asked, wrapping her arms around your waist and kissing your neck, her hands resting protectively over your baby bump.

“Mmhm.” You grinned, feeling Emily’s body melt into yours, the tension in her muscles already dissipating.

“What’s the occasion?” She turned you around, so she could lean her arms on your shoulders, running her fingers through your hair.

You shrugged. “Can’t a girl just want to treat her wife?”

“She sure can.” Emily smiled and leaned in to press her lips softly to yours. You held your hands out at your sides so you wouldn’t be tempted to press them into Emily’s clothes or skin.

Emily pulled away, watching you lovingly as you sliced and mixed and stirred.

“Can I help with anything?” she asked, lowering herself into a chair and wincing slightly.

“In the kitchen!?” You scoffed. “Absolutely not. There’s a bath ready for you, so go relax for a bit.”

Her eyes brightened. “Aw, honey. That’s so sweet of you.” She grabbed your hips again, once again turning you away from the counter so she could press you against it in a hungry kiss.

You giggled and swatted at her with a dish towel. “Go before the water gets cold!”

“Care to join?” she asked suggestively, pulling lightly at the waistband of your shorts.

You smirked, gently grasping her fingers and moving them away. “I have to finish dessert.”

Emily walked toward the bathroom like a scolded puppy, looking back with big eyes. “I can think of something else I’d rather have for dessert,” she commented, eyebrows raised.

You waved her off, blushing furiously. “Get out of here, you dork! Go take your bath!”

“I thought we were treating me tonight!” Emily called from the bathroom.

“That’s an after-dinner treat, honey,” you yelled back. “I’ve got shit to do first.”

“Fine! But I’m gonna hold you to that!”

You shook your head, grinning, as you spooned cream cheese filling into the halved dates, pressing them into a mixture of crushed pistachios and rose petals. God, you loved your wife.

When the dates were plated, the bulgur in the fattoush soaked through, the pita warmed, and the chicken covered in foil and resting on the counter, you washed your hands and went to find Emily, grabbing her comfy clothes and towel from the dryer.

You heart surged when you found her still in the tub, eyes closed, face relaxed. This is what your girl deserved. You leaned down to kiss her on the forehead.

“You alright, honey?” you asked, trying to squat down next to the tub, but ending up on your knees thanks to the baby.

She hummed in affirmation, keeping her eyes closed. “Thank you so much for this, baby,” she mumbled quietly.

“Anytime, love.” You watched her for a few more minutes, then set the stack of warm clothes on the bathroom counter. “There’s a warm towel and some PJs here for you,” you said, struggling to get to your feet.

“You good?” Emily chuckled, watching you out of the corner of her eye.

“Yes.” When you finally managed to make it to your feet, you had beads of sweat on your forehead. It wasn’t even that your belly was that heavy yet, it was that it threw off your center of gravity and made moving from one position to another awkward. “Get dried off when you're ready,” you told her. “I’ll get dinner on the table.”

You were proud of the spread when you stood and surveyed it. Shawarma chicken straight from the oven, spiced and heavenly-smelling. Warm pita bread and a swirl of smooth, creamy hummus with just a bit of paprika and olive oil on top. A lovely, vibrant fattoush, sliced cucumbers, juicy tomatoes. A little plate of stuffed dates, popping with green and pink from the pistachios and rose petals.

Emily walked in, hair wet around her shoulders, blotching her sweatshirt. You pulled her chair out for her but, before she sat down, she wrapped her arms around you, pulling you in for a hug. She smelled like lavender and fresh laundry, and you breathed her in, holding her close.

You could tell by the way she lingered there, by the way she breathed easier with her body pressed against yours, that Emily would need a lot of touch tonight. Not just in a sexual way, though Emily’s sex drive was always through the roof on her period. You could tell that tonight, Emily would let you hold her, that she’d curl herself around you tightly, possessively, as if to cover the most that she possibly could of your surface area.

In other words, she needed comfort. And she didn't get it from anyone else, not really. It had taken her a long time to even ask for it from you, to seek it out. So when she did, you were always more than happy to oblige. More than happy to hold clingy, sweet, needy Emily for as long as she needed.

She whined a bit when you pulled away, and you kissed her cheek, playing with her fingers.

“You’ve got to eat something, love. Then I promise I will not let you go for the rest of the night.”

She sat obediently, squeezing your hand, and piled her plate with all the things you’d made, eyes rolling back in her head when she swiped a finger through the hummus and put it in her mouth.

“I don’t know how you do it,” she gushed. “I swear your hummus tastes just like my friend Zainab’s mom’s from when I lived in Oman.”

“It’s the specialty spices,” you shrugged, taking a bite of pita with shawarma and veggies.

“No, I think it’s the special person making it,” Emily cheesed, beaming at you.

You smiled and rolled your eyes playfully. “Oh, you’re getting it tonight.”

“I certainly hope so.”

When your plates were cleared and the leftovers tucked safely into the fridge, you led Emily to the bedroom, pulling back the covers for her, tucking her in.

“You know these are just gonna get untucked, right?” she asked, biting her lip.

“Shh,” you scolded. “Let me take care of you.”

You crawled into bed next to Emily, drawing her body into yours, holding her gently as you pressed your lips to hers. She melted into the kiss, already breathless.

You brushed her hair out of her face, placing your hand gently on her lower stomach. “How are your cramps?” you asked. “You want any medicine or anything?”

“The only medicine I need is you,” she said, guiding your hand lower.

You chuckled. “Alright, Romeo. Calm down.” You lowered your face to her neck, planting kisses all across her shoulder and collarbone. “I told you I’d take care of you, and I will.”

Emily held your face gently in her hands, looking deep into your eyes. “Why are you so good to me?” she whispered.

You pecked her on the lips. “Because I love you. And you deserve good things.”

And with that, you started your long, slow journey across the topography of Emily’s body, ready and willing to give her every good thing you possibly could.

[in1-nutshell]

I am once again humbly asking for more Brainstorm.

Brainstorm with a human buddy that, while not the most scientifically inclined, is very chaotic and excitable and is just a pure enabler for his bullshit.

Like Brainstorm will just be going on about his latest invention, and Buddy will just be sitting there listening to him, not really understanding what he's saying but they heard the words explosive, so they're on board.

dealers choice for platonic or romantic, i just want to see more of this funky little man

Hello again! It's nice to see people appreciate this mad scientist. I know Buddy surely appreciates his more explosive weapons.

Hope you enjoy!

Brainstorm and Human Buddy who loves explosives

SFW, platonic, mentions explosions, Human reader

MTMTE

Ever since they met, Buddy had been drawn to Brainstorm.

They couldn't tell you when their friendship started. Brainstorm couldn't tell you either.

But Ultra Mangus can tell the exact moment when his processor ache started.

Buddy and Brainstorm start clicking.

Ultra Magnus in his office.

"Someone is thinking about shenanigans..."--Magnus

It's no secret to everyone on board that Buddy loves explosives. The crew found out about it during the Pepper spray Incident.

An incident consisting of Pepper spray, pepper, a battery, engex, and Whirl.

That was also the day Whirl swears he found his soulmate. Or a good friend. He still doesn't know yet.

Brainstorm quickly figures out that Buddy isn't as scientifically inclined as he is. But then again not many bots are, besides Perceptor of course.

"Hey Brainstorm..."--Buddy

"What is it?"--Brainstorm

"In the hypothetical situation, I managed to set a binary gun on fire from the inside. What would happen if I put water on it?"--Buddy

"Well that a strange-wait you did what?! Where is it?!"--Brainstorm

"Oh it's right over there."--Buddy

"Why is it there!?"--Brainstorm

"I don't know I thought it was a good idea!"--Buddy

"How is putting it on the top shelf a good idea!? How did you even get up there?!"--Brainstorm

"I don't know!"--Buddy

Brainstorm does appreciate Buddy making an effort to understand his science rambles.

Does Buddy space out sometimes? Yes, they do.

Does Buddy try to contribute the conversation with zero understanding. Yes, they do and Brainstorm loves them for that.

Buddy wants to be in on any experiments that have explosives involved. Brainstorm, while he loves the enthusiasm, knows that Buddy shouldn't be around so much of it.

"Please, Percy! I want to see the cool experiment!"--Buddy

"I'm sorry Buddy but this one is simply too dangerous, especially for your organic nature can't withstand these conditions."--Perceptor

"Brainstorm?"--Buddy

"Percy's right Buddy. Your organic form can't handle this one."--Brainstorm

"Thank you Brainstorm."--Perceptor

"Which is why you need this exosuit to watch us do it!"--Brainstorm

"Yeah Brainstorm!"--Buddy

"No Brainstorm!"--Perceptor

If someone tries to give Buddy a hard time for not being intelligent enough, Brainstorm is ready and armed. No one is going to make his friend feel like a worthless intelligent slug, they are the ones who are the worthless unintelligent slugs!

"So you thought it was a good idea to go and tell Buddy that they were some dumb organic. Your words to be exact."--Brainstorm

"So? They are. All organic life forms are dumb and worthless.""--Random bot

" Oh I think my accomplice and I would disagree. Isn't that right Whirl?"--Brainstorm

Whirl with two blasters in his claws.

"You picked the wrong fleshy to mess with."--Whirl

Shoots Random bot in the knee.

"That's for messing with My Buddy!"--Whirl

"Your Buddy?"--Brainstorm

"I'm still working on it!"--Whirl

[yoursweetestnightmarelover]

Juzi head cannon

J after coming back with Tessa, starts hanging around Uzi she didn't know why, but she wanted to be around her, she wanted her attention each time the purple haired drone, Comments on this, she just brushes her off with "Don't flatter yourself I'm just keeping an eye on you."

Uzi, coming back from school and heading to the pod, after a few minutes of walking Uzi calling out "N V are you guys here?" Uzi calls out only to hear the sound of a drone landing behind her "They're not here sorry toaster, out hunting" J said casually "Then why aren't you with them" Uzi said with a snarky tone, bracing herself having to deal with J, "I already got what I needed" K said in a smug tone. While waiting for N and V. Uzi pulling out her phone scrolling through 9chan a copper 9 image board J slinking over behind her watching Uzi scrolling through a thread talking about some show "Can I help you?" Uzi said, turning around to look at J "Ugh no just surprised out browse there do you take shower once a year too?" J says in a catty tone, letting out a laugh, "BITE ME" Uzi shouted walking away heading into the pod but looking behind her as she hears a male voice saying Hey Uzi.

"Can't you two be nice to each other" N says in a sad tone, Uzi and J rolling their eyes J being the first one to speak up "Maybe if she took a bath once in a while~ J teased Uzi quickly shot back "WELL MAYBE IF SOMEONE WASN'T SUCH A CAPITALIST LAPDOG-" N quickly intervened "Uzi J please stop fighting" he pleaded "V help?" he asked V rolled her eyes and said "if you two are going to fight take it outside I don't need to listen to you both bitch at each other" N looked at her "V!!" he shouted "what" V said N just shook his head and flew off Uzi left shortly after J following V watching this realized what was going on even if they didn't.

Uzi stomping off, heading back to the bunker, "GOD WHY WAS J SO ANNOYING COULDN'T SHE JUST SHUT UP" Uzi thought to herself she wanted to wipe that smirk off her face Uzi's mind Imagined J laying on the ground panting and scuffed up Uzi would straddle her hips a smug look on her face as she looked down grab her tie and pull her into a kiss Uzi blocking that thought from continuing further in her processor Uzi knocking on the bunker door

A few days later, J returning from an unsuccessful hunt landing on the pod and entering it only to see Uzi there looking up at her "where are N and V?" Uzi asked, "Don't know, don't care" J growled out Uzi noticing that "what's got your tail in a twist someone stole on your JCJenson signed manuals" Uzi asked in a mocking tone J staring daggers at her only to stop for a moment to exhaling venting out some of the heat from her core J taking off her suit top leaving the dress shirt on sighing as she felt a small amount of relief as did Uzi seeing this realized what was going on "OHHH you don't have enough oil~" Uzi said a smug smile on her face "UGH YES FINE I'M LOW YOU HAPPY?!" J shouted Uzi smile faded, she knew what it was like to deal with the heat, It was like suffocating in a steam house J looked at Uzi was-was she really going to ask HER, of all drone for oil, "Uzi?" J asked In a quiet tone? "Uzi, already knowing what she was going to ask her, "Hm? Need something?" Uzi asked, "Your oil give it to me" J said in a whisper looking away from Uzi, "I don't think I heard you" Uzi lied J immediately knew what she was doing a part of her knew Uzi would do this she was about to tell her to go shove it but J panted feeling a spike in her internal temperature dropping to the floor J shakily getting back up she decided that she needed that oil NOW "Your oil give it to me" J said looking at Uzi. "You're missing the magic word~" Uzi said "PLEASE" J shouted Uzi looked at her still waiting J knew what she wanted to hear and In desperation she said it "Uzi may I please have some of your oil?" J pleaded Uzi, offering her arm up "you may" she said, a smug smile on her face, J had a sinister thought she wasn't going to play this game exactly the way Uzi wanted her too. J slowly moving to her then shooting to Uzi neck straddling her biting down lapping the oil that came out of the wound "J WHAT THE HELL I MEANT MY ARM" Uzi shouted trying to remove J from her neck J switching her hands to claws digging them into the seat, Uzi deciding that It may not be a good idea to move her not sure where to put her hands she slowly lowered them to J hips J noticing this but to busy enjoying her meal By JCJenson himself she tasted good after a few minutes of drinking Uzi oil she entered sleep mode Uzi realizing this had a blush on her visor WHY WAS SHE BLUSHING Uzi thought to herself.

[emberdew]

Be More Ghost Chapter 7: Do You Wanna Ride?

Summary:

A Be More Chill AU where Danny gets a Super Quantum Intel Unit Processor (or Squip) to help him become cool and win over Valerie, but things don't really go as planned.

Masterpost | AO3 Link | Word Count: 1,363

Do you wanna get inside Star’s mother’s car? Drive it on home, don’t you say no, Danny can you be coerced? Home in a snatch only one catch we gotta stop for frozen yogurt first.

“Ugh, let’s get out of here,” Paulina said.

Danny had been watching Paulina rant to Star in the clothing store for several minutes. They seemed to have forgotten about him. 

Danny was startled when Squip-Phantom grabbed his shoulder to get his attention. The Squip raised its sunglasses and Danny met its glowing green eyes. Did he have the same casual confidence as the Squip when he was Phantom? Danny didn’t think so, but maybe the Squip could help him with that.

Star is going to offer you a ride. It is imperative that you accept. 

Sure enough, Star took a step toward Danny.

“Do you wanna ride?” 

Say yes.

“Yes!” Danny said. Then he realized this actually wasn’t going to work out. “Um, actually maybe I can’t. I’m supposed to meet back up with Tucker soon.”

“Oh…” Star said. She seemed disappointed, which confused Danny. Why did Star care if Danny came with them? Danny was just a loser D-Lister.

Danny, if this is going to work, you need to do as I instruct. 

Great, now the Squip looked disappointed in him too. But Danny couldn’t just leave Tucker behind, right?

“Danny, are you sure you don’t wanna ride?” Star offered again. “We drove here in my mother’s car, and like, it wouldn’t be a problem to drive you home.”

Danny considered it. Driving home in Star’s mom’s car with two cute girls did sound pretty appealing. It was wild that Star had even asked him. That would have never happened before he got his Squip.

“Oh! Actually, there’s one catch.” Star caught Paulina’s eye and they both smiled. Danny braced himself- of course, Star’s offer was too good to be true. Danny was just a loser after all, why would she ask someone like him-

“We gotta stop for frozen yogurt first!” Star and Paulina cheered in unison. 

Oh. That wasn’t what Danny was expecting. 

“Frozen yogurt?” 

“Yeah! They just added a new ecto-lime flavor at Phantom Phroyo!” Star explained excitedly. “Have you been to that place?”

There was a frozen yogurt place named after him now? Danny shook his head. He just couldn’t comprehend why Star and Paulina were suddenly being so nice to him. Sure, the Squip had explained that having a common enemy could bring people closer, but he had never expected their opinions of him to change so dramatically after just one conversation. 

“It’s really good,” Paulina said. “Are you sure you can’t be coerced into joining us, Danny?”

“Yeah, c’mon, don’t say no!” Star pleaded. “Just take the ride!” 

“I… Next time.” Danny really, really wanted to. But he couldn’t do that to Tucker. “I promise.” 

“Whatever,” Paulina turned and started walking away. To Danny’s surprise, Star stayed behind.

“My boyfriend cheated on me too,” Star said softly. She grimaced. “Ex-boyfriend. So… I know how you feel.” 

That was… Really sweet. Too bad Danny had actually lied about being cheated on. It left a sour taste in his mouth.

“Star! Come on!” Paulina shouted from the store’s entrance. 

Star giggled and started walking, but turned back to wave at Danny.

“Cya!” Star said and exited the store, following close behind Paulina. 

Danny looked around for Squip-Phantom and saw it looking down at him from where it was floating just a few inches off the ground nearby.

“Did you see-” Danny couldn’t contain his excitement, “that was awesome!”

The Squip didn’t react. It continued frowning at him.

“I have to find Tucker-”

Tucker has left the mall.

“Wait, what?” Danny’s good mood faltered. “How do you know?”

I can access all the mall security cameras. Squip-Phantom crossed its arms. 

“He just left without me?” Danny was shocked that Tucker would do that, especially since Danny had flown him here. It wasn’t a long walk to Tucker’s house, but it was still a little surprising. 

I told you that accepting a ride was imperative. Squip-Phantom looked smug. Right, Danny could have gotten the ride if he had known Tucker had already left!

He facepalmed. Of course he would make such a stupid mistake. Even with the Squip helping him, Danny was hopeless. 

___

When Tucker made it back to the food court, he wasn’t exactly surprised that Danny wasn’t still at the table where he left him. Tucker took a seat and set down his bag of newly acquired Crystal Pepsi. He took out one of the bottles and turned it around in his hand.

Tucker peered around the food court as he uncapped and sipped the “vintage” soda. No sign of Danny and no sign of a ghost attack either. Interestingly, he did spot Valerie and Dash at a nearby table chatting and eating pizza. He also saw Ashley hanging around the food court typing away on her phone, probably spreading gossip. 

Tucker took out his PDA and considered calling Danny. But if something had come up or there really was a ghost attack, Tucker didn’t want to bother him.

With a sigh, Tucker capped his Pepsi and put it in the pocket of his cargo pants, then checked his PDA one last time before putting it away too.

Being Danny’s friend meant sometimes walking home from the mall alone, but Tucker didn’t mind that much. His house wasn’t too far away. And he didn’t blame Danny for the ghost attacks, even if Danny did usually blame himself. 

Tucker loved being Danny’s guy in the chair. He really loved Danny… as a friend, of course. They went way back and they would always have each other’s backs. And when they hugged sometimes, Tucker always felt comforted by the slight chill that Danny’s skin always gave off when it touched his. 

He wondered if Danny’s lips would also have that chill if they ever kissed.

Tucker shook his head. Danny definitely did not feel that way about him. He literally wrote a love letter to Valerie and joined a ghost hunting club for her earlier that day. Tucker personally didn’t understand why Danny was crushing so hard on a girl who was dead-set on wasting his ghostly alter ego but there wasn’t anything he could do about it. 

Well, nothing except wish that Danny would someday get over his crush and maybe start crushing on his best friend instead-

No! Stop. Bad brain!

There’s no point wishing for something that would never come true in a million years. Well, unless he wished out loud with Desiree around, but there’s no way that would work out. Especially for “Bad Luck Tuck.” He’s had enough bad experiences with Desiree to last a lifetime. 

Tucker stood up and looked around one more time. He smiled when he saw Danny on the other side of the room holding a bag that looked like it came from a clothing store. That was a little weird, but maybe he went to buy something to cheer himself up after the Squip thing didn’t work out? Danny had just entered the food court and his head was down as he walked between the tables, so he must have just not noticed Tucker earlier.

“Hey, Danny!” Tucker shouted. He waved and tried to get Danny’s attention.

Danny looked up and around the food court, but he didn’t seem to see Tucker. Tucker started speed-walking through the room to catch up with him and was confused when Danny shrugged and continued towards the exit.

How had he not seen Tucker?

He finally caught up with Danny when he rushed through the sliding doors into the mall’s parking lot. The sun had fully set now and there weren’t any other people around. 

“Hey, wait!” Tucker tried to get Danny’s attention again, but Danny didn’t seem to hear him.

With a flash of light, Danny took a running jump and transformed into Phantom in mid-air, then took off at high speed towards Fentonworks. Tucker watched as Phantom flew away without looking back.

Well, it seemed like Tucker was going to have to walk home alone after all.

[noodleblade]

-inhale- imagine if after the kiss BD actually grew a pair and went to see one of KO’s races but like a self fulfilling prophecy KO has an accident and loses

UMMMMM OUCH?????? :C I uno reverse your sad ask and uhhhh wrote something...nice? Maybe?? The speed in which I wrote this is a bit unbelieable but uhhhh I love them ;--;

It was a bad crash.

Breakdown raced through the stands, going as fast as his treads would take him as he pushed through the other spectators around him. By the time he weaved through the crowds and cleared security (he's not sure how they knew him, but he didn't question it, just happy they let him through even if they did give him distrusting sneers) Knock Out was already being seen by medics. He was conscious but very injured. He won't be racing for a while.

Cloudy optics looked past the medics as they spot that matte blue finish. His servo, shattered and plating ripped off, raised in a weak attempt to beckon Breakdown close. It's not even a question for Breakdown to cross the distance to get as close as possible. He tried not to be in the medics' way, but Knock Out was insistent that Breakdown hold his hand so much. It was more annoying for the medics to deal with Knock Out than having to work around Breakdown, so they let him in with barely a glance.

"Are you okay?" Breakdown asked. He could see the damage and it was not pretty. Ripped and torn plating, crushed legs and punctured tires. His chest was a mess with gaping holes and dents, energon leaking out of his seams.

"I'll live," Knock Out whispered back weakly. His fingers twitched but that was the most his servo could move. "You came."

"I did," Breakdown said, though it was pained. It was his fault. Surely. Knock Out's perfect record ruined. His finish and frame nearly destroyed. Breakdown nearly lost Knock Out because of his selfishness. He shouldn't have tested fate, shouldn't have come, should have stayed in his lane and where he belonged. "I'm so sorry."

Knock Out frowned, though it didn't seem to be from pain. Then again, the medics seemed to have turned off all sensors from below his intake.

"Why are you sorry?" Knock Out asked, his words slow and confused. "You...I wanted to here. I've always wanted you here." A brightness sparked in his optics, breaking through the foggy gaze. "I was surprised you were here. I did a second take and then I..." Knock Out quieted as he looked down as his body. His optic ridges pinched together and all Breakdown wanted to do was smooth them down. "I got distracted. You distracted me." A flush rose up Knock Out's faceplates, embarrassment curling around his field. "I wanted to impress you and wasn't paying attention. Primus, I was trying to show off and- and I crashed." Knock Out winced as he looked away from the medics to peer back up at Breakdown. "Rookie mistake."

Breakdown was...speechless. He couldn't comprehend Knock Out's nonchalance tone at his own grave injuries, let alone process the words that...that...

"Impress me?" Breakdown withered.

Small, cute pout found its way to Knock Out's lips. "Failed that one, didn't I." The words were bitter, self-loathing. "Not only did I lose from a rookie mistake. I humiliated myself in front of my adoring fans and a trashed my finish and now you'll never come to another of my races-"

"Is that what you are thinking?" Breakdown choked out a laugh. He felt out of body, his processor muddled in absolute disbelief and complete and utter adoration at this beautiful, stupid, idiot speedster that he loved. Primus he loves this dumbass. "I love you. Win or lose."

Knock Out blinked at him owlishly, optics wide and clear. "Oh. You do?" A smile wormed its way to his face. "That's good. You shouldn't settle for losers, though, Breakdown. You only deserve the best."

Breakdown struggled to figure out if he should laugh or cry. "You are the best, you-"

"Not to ruin this really cute moment," one of the medics cut in sharply, utterly unamused. "But he needs to be taken to the ER now. You can finish this conversation when he isn't bleeding out and his systems aren't processing three different pain inhibitors and sensor reducers."

"I'm fine," Knock Out whined. His shattered hand could barely hold onto Breakdown so he simply followed along as the medics began to roll the speedster away.

"Can I come with?" Breakdown asked. The medics gave an uncaring shrug which was about as close to a yes as he thinks his luck will allow. He looks down at Knock Out who looks like he's on the verge of sleep. "Do you want me to come with?"

Knock Out snorted, the sounds unattractive in every way possible. "Always."

[mykneeshurt]

bestie, may I please request tall 6ft lady x soap 👀 preferably civilian lady x military 🧼 can be smutty

thank you love your mind and talent 🧎🏼‍♀️

This was literally so cute to write. Of course there’s smut. It’s me. I hope you love it 💕

Warnings - fluff, unprotected sex, p in v

Soap sat on the sofa nervously twiddling his thumbs, he’d never felt so nervous. Tonight was going to be the night he was going to ask you to marry him. You’d been together 4 years, 4 wonderful, fun filled years. As he sat nervously waiting for you to return home he reminisced on the day he first met you.

He was sat in his favourite Italian restaurant with Gaz, Price and Ghost. They’d gone out for a meal to celebrate a mission well done. He was in his own world, until he saw you.

You glided over to their table, to take their order but Soap couldn’t peel his eyes away from your legs. Long, slender, defined. He felt like his eyes were travelling for days until he found your face. A gleaming smile staring back at him.

The team ordered their food with no issues, they were polite, charming even. Until you got to Soap, he ended up tripping over his words and ordering the wrong dish entirely. He thought he blew it, but lucky for him you adored how shy and flustered he got. You slid your number to him when they paid the bill. The rest was history.

Hearing the keys jangle in the door his heart rate sky rocketed. ‘Hi Johnny!’ You chirped as you entered the house you shared. ‘Hey babe! How was work’ he called as you faffed around in the hallway. ‘Was alright, had some absolute arse speak to me like shit though, want to …’ you voice trailed off as you stepped into the living room.

Soap had sprinkled rose petals over the floor, lit candles and lit the open fire. The fire was the selling point for the house, the Victorian style hearth had stolen your heart. ‘Johnny?’ You asked timidly, as you placed your hands over your mouth in shock. He came over to you and slid his arms around your waist. ‘Just wanted to do something nice.’ You placed your hands over his squeezing them gently.

He led you over to the table where a rather impressive dinner sat waiting for you. ‘Did you make all this?’ Tears filled your eyes, utter happiness and shock flowed through you. ‘Yeah, had a fight with the food processor earlier’ he laughed. He’d cooked a simple but delicious pasta dish which left you satisfied. Sipping at your wine you couldn’t stop smiling. ‘I can’t believe all this Johnny. You didn’t have to.’ He cupped your jaw and placed a firm passionate kiss on your lips. ‘I wanted to.’

He brought out dessert which was a rich chocolate cake, he reported he made it. But you had your suspicions. As you finished you cake you noticed Soap becoming more twitchy. Before you could ask what was wrong, he grabbed your hand. ‘You know I love you so much. And I know we’ve spoken about it before. But I feel it’s the right time now.’ Your breath hitched in your throat, tears now free falling down your cheeks. ‘Will you marry me?’

You sobbed, the happiest sob you’ve ever released. Jumping up from the chair you flung your arms around him ‘YES JOHNNY! A thousand times yes!’ Smiling into the kiss the salty taste of your tears pricked at the sides of your mouths.

Picking you up Soap didn’t break the kiss, he walked you over to the sofa and place you gently beneath him. He deepened the kiss, his hands roamed over your body. Desperately trying to touch every part of you. ‘Fuck, I love you Johnny’ you whispered into his neck. ‘I love you’ he replied nipping at your jaw.

He worked his way down your torso, desperately clawing at your skin. He undid your trousers and slid them down to your feet. He looked up at you from the floor, your long legs causing him to go wild. Apart from your lips they were his favourite part of you. He trailed gentle kisses from your ankle to your thigh. You rolled your hips as he placed his lips above your centre. Already dripping from his touch.

‘Johnny, please just fuck me, I wanna feel you.’ His blue eyes looked up at you. Your skin glistening in the glow from the fire, your hair was messy, lips swollen. A picture of pure beauty before him. ‘So needy love’ he whispered into your thigh.

He pulled back and removed his clothes as you pulled down your panties. He placed his forearms next to your head as he lined himself up, hitching your leg over his hip. Slowly he pushed into you, the stretch taking away your breath. You arched your back as you melted into the sofa. ‘Fuck’ he moaned as he felt you around his cock. He set up a pace, which slow, sensual. Now Soap could fuck, but tonight he wants to worship you, make love to you.

You pulled him closer, arms around his neck and nestled into his Mohawk. His breaths filled your ears as he thrusted into your weeping pussy. The way you clenched around him had him seeing stars. You reached down and toyed with your clit, he pulled back slightly to watch you. He loved nothing more that seeing you play with yourself. ‘Just like that, let me see you cum’ he panted. ‘Fuck Johnny, fill me please, I wanna feel you.’

He thrusts increased, harder, faster, deeper. Feeling you clench as you came he threw his head back, finding his own release. He buried his face in your neck, breathing in your scent as he came back down to earth. You toyed with his hair as you whispered sweet nothings to him, your Johnny.

[embyrinitalics]

Hi 😍

Hap hap new year!

How is the novel going? Are you enjoying the process?

This is so sweet! Thank you for asking!

Since this is the first original novel I'm actually approaching seriously and my process is totally different from normal, I'm going to use this ask as an excuse to journal about it. So, fair warning, you're probably about to get way more info than you bargained for. 😁 ONWARD!

I think first and foremost the process has been weird because I don't KNOW these characters. I've been writing Link and Zelda for 20+ years and even when I throw them into alternate universes or give them personality transplants I still can just dive right in. Starting this from scratch has been a lot of world building and a lot of taking my characters out on "dates" which aren't so much dates as they are writing excursions into the emotionally tormented unknown to see how they react. 😂

I jot down all the ideas that randomly strike me in this handy dandy notebook that I carry around everywhere just in case:

And that's a bit of a funny story. I love having notebooks to write stuff down in, but I recently discovered thanks to the course I took that I place very low value on my writing (and by extension myself in general I guess oops) so I never bought myself a nice notebook just for story notes because that would've been a waste of 5 dollars.

But between Emma Dhesi's course pushing me to assign appropriate value to myself and Ellen Brock's Intuitive Pantser video assuring me that my urges to compile all my notes into a notebook was good for my brain and not just a waste of time and paper, I eventually went out and spent that 5 bucks (actually $20—three notebooks for future endeavors!). And I LOVE MY NOTEBOOK! 🥰

Another thing I wouldn't have spent the money on in the past but took the plunge on is the Atticus program.

It's a project organizer, word processor, and book formatting software. I'm really enjoying it! It has a toggle window on the side where you can see how your book will look on various devices or in print, and easy buttons for things like writing sprints, word count goals, deadlines, and the like. It also makes me feel fancier than google docs ever did, so there's that. 😎

Emma Dhesi is also a big proponent of Goal Anchors—small things you accomplish and surround yourself with that cyclically trains your brain to believe that your dream is possible, and you are in the process of achieving it. (It also gives you goals you can do that move you closer to finishing your book that isn't actual writing, in case that feels intimidating.)

So I made an image of the title page the background on my phone, to remind myself that it's real and it's happening. I decluttered my writing room and started finding items to make it a comfortable creative space for myself. I went to the store for the express purpose of purchasing a special tea to drink while I write. I spent time making a playlist of songs with just the right vibes.

I also found the best candle scent ever, only wear these super comfy slippers in there, and just got myself this slammin t-shirt from Gideon's Bakehouse to wear. (Her name is Poppy. She's on a new path of self-discovery and adventure, just like me.)

But most of all, Emma insists that confidence comes from doing, and that the best way to write a book is to make a routine of it. She suggested starting with 20 minutes three times a week. I was up to between 1-2 hours a day starting at 7am, 5-6 days a week before I went on vacation and upended everything. 😂

So I guess that means I'm enjoying it! It's still scary and frustrating and directionless sometimes but more than anything it's just happening, which is the coolest thing ever.

[howdoyoudothedew]

Hot Rod/Soundwave.

When Megatron splits Cybertron in half and the Decepticons have one side and the Autobots have the other leading to Hot Rod and Soundwave separating.

What if instead. Soundwave basically kidnaps Hot Rod and takes him to the Decepticon side. At first Hot Rod is upset but hanging out with Soundwave is nice and they get to cuddle all the time and Soundwave pampers him because he's such a caretaker and just enjoys taking care of the people he loves.

Everything was going fine– okay maybe not fine because one specific bot he wouldn't name decided to put a primus-damned wall around the entire planet, separating him from his partner and he was still kind of pissed about it and maybe he'd decided to drink the night before the wall was supposed to go up and exist in his room in a drunken stupor the day it did go up, but he succeeded in those plans so maybe it actually was fine even if Teletraan-X probably wouldn't agree– until he woke up strapped to a chair in a place he didn't recognize. Hot Rod reset his optics a few times. The fuzz in his processor was no help. Finally, though, it filtered in that strange room he knows he didn't fall into recharge in + stasis cuffs + strapped to a chair would, reasonably, = botnapping. Hot Rod struggled immediately. The first drinking binge he has done since the war started, and he was knicked. Grand theft autobot.

Something was said, but the music registered first, playing soft and quiet like it didn't want to disturb whatever hangover Hot Rod might have. The words filtered in next, warbled like water. "Don't struggle." Immediately Hot Rod sagged in relief. He would recognize that voice and music anywhere. And then he remembered that, while he knew who'd grabbed him, he was still trapped. He went back to struggling, though now more in annoyance than anything else.

"What in Primus' name is this!" Hot Rod protested, vocalizer scratchy.

"I didn't wish to be separated," Soundwave said.

"So you botnapped me!" Hot Rod asked. He wished he sounded more incredulous about it. He wished he was surprised. More surprised. Of course he was surprised, but not as much as he would like. Of course Soundwave only shrugged.

"Problem: Wall. Solution: You stay here," Soundwave said.

"You know I can't," Hot Rod said and he sagged again, just as Soundwave did. "I have as much of a duty to the autobots as you do to the decepticons, even if our leaders are bullheaded."

"I don't wish to be separated," Soundwave said again, something else in his tone. And Hot Rod agreed. This wall was the stupidest thing ever. It felt like he'd just gotten Soundwave. But just as Soundwave couldn't– wouldn't leave the decepticons, Hot Rod wouldn't abandon the autobots. Neither through choice or force. One way or another, Hot Rod would get out of here and back to where he belonged. "You want to leave."

"Of course I do! I have to!" Hot Rod struggled more in the stasis cuffs. "But I don't want to be separated any more than you do!"

"You… don't wish to be separated?" Soundwave asked.

"Of course not." Hot Rod let his helm hang back against the back of the chair for a moment in exasperation, before he lifted it up to eye Soundwave. "Did you think I would want to be?" Soundwave didn't look at him, but Hot Rod liked to think he knew Soundwave's sounds well enough to guess his mood. It seemed strange to see the other bot embarrassed, though it was less unsettling than the unusual lack of confidence he also showed. "Soundwave, wall or no wall, I'm going to want to be with you regardless. I just wish our leaders would get a clue," he muttered traitorously.

"But neither of us are willing to leave our side," Soundwave said. Hot Rod nodded. There was a pregnant pause between them as they both stared in different directions; Hot Rod at his lap and Soundwave to the side. There had to be a way to get around this. The stasis cuffs glowed a soft blue around his wrists. He looked up suddenly.

"I have an idea," Hot Rod said and Soundwave tilted his head. "You botnapped me, right?"

"Affirmative."

"What if we just do that? Botnap each other every few cycles. We're both seconds in command, so it wouldn't fully be out of place, even with this quote-end-quote 'peace' we have," Hot Rod said. "We can just say we found the other too close to the wall or something if they ask."

Outloud, it sounded pretty much crazy. Heck, just in his processor it sounded pretty much crazy. It was a dangerous gambit with the stupid wall– and the agreement for neither side to cross that boundary, damn the friendships made– probably being one of the only things keeping Megatron from trying to stir scrap again. So Hot Rod was honestly surprised when Soundwave didn't dismiss it immediately.

"If we are to do this, we have to be careful," Soundwave said.

"Wait, you actually want to go through with it?" Hot Rod asked, despite it being his own plan.

"It is the best course of action," Soundwave said with so much conviction Hot Rod almost thought maybe it didn't sound as stupid as he thought. Maybe he was wrong and the glaring 'what if's weren't there, or at least weren't as glaring as he thought.

"Are you sure?" Hot Rod narrowed his optics at him. The soundbox narrowed his own optics back. A tune played, something dangerous and adventurous maybe. Right, serious. Okay. "Alright then. I guess we're botnappers, now." The music stopped and Soundwave inclined his helm in agreement. This will certainly be a thing, Hot Rod thought.

[essektheylyss]

Okay I did start handwriting again for the first time since high school and I've only done a bit thus far but I'm remembering how much less pressure it is, which is great because I really needed some lower pressure writing.

But also I'm realizing it's fascinating for reasons I could not have appreciated when I was a teenager because I was so new to writing and didn't really know what I was doing; specifically I've realized that I can really identity strengths and weaknesses based on what comes more naturally and what I have to really think about to remember to include. It's super neat!

For instance I am great at scene motion and where active elements are relative to each other. I'm good at dialogue flow. I really struggle with the balance of internal narration, and drop it a lot when it would be good for character but I don't currently need it for exposition. I will straight up need to add atmospheric elements in later, because I have entirely failed to account for things like weather even though my pov character started out on a small boat on a busy waterway used as an major thoroughfare in the middle of the night.

A lot of descriptions are overall lacking per my taste, because I tend to go back and add those small details as I get farther into a scene and nail down the setting and vibes. And it's easy and unobtrusive when I'm in a word processor, because I jump back a few lines, type the phrase I wanted, and go back to the end, and it only takes me a few seconds, whereas on paper I have to flip back and then try to wedge it in nicely enough that it's legible later.

It's super neat to analyze and I highly recommend it if only because it might tell you stuff about your process that are so autonomic that you haven't noticed them, and could help point toward stuff that you could make more seamless if you deliberately practice putting more active thought in to incorporate.

[star-going-supernova]

Tumblr generated prompt number 46! No real prompt again for this one, just one of the sequel slots I had on the list. So this is a companion piece to What They Deserve, and hey, warning: major character death ahead. Yeah, this is a prequel, but I nevertheless tried to go with a bittersweet/tragically hopeful vibe. 

A Promise Kept 

It was over quickly. That was the only… not kind, not good, but something along those lines, thing anyone could say about it. Gregory didn’t suffer long. 

The pain was sharp. Deep. Cold spread through him, shock and adrenaline and panic all at once, as the knife lodged into his chest. Vanny yanked, laughing, slicing him open all the way down his torso. 

Spots danced in his eyes, and all Gregory was really aware of was the hard floor beneath his back, the warm blood spilling down his sides, and shouting. A commotion. Vanny vanished, there and gone so quickly that he couldn’t figure out what happened. He blinked a few times, feeling separated from his body. 

After one such blink, Freddy was suddenly leaning over him. His mouth was moving, but the words didn’t make sense. There was a touch against his head, muffled as though he was feeling it through many layers of fabric. A palm, fingers, pressing into his hair, holding him. 

Freddy’s eyes were so bright. Gregory was tired. Really tired. It was hard to stay awake, and that was alarming, but… he couldn’t fully remember why. 

“I am here, superstar,” he heard, somber. “I am sorry, Gregory. I—rest, okay? I will stay with you.” 

Gregory hummed, and he carried that thought with him into the darkness: Freddy would stay with him. He’d be safe with Freddy. 

• • •

There were sounds. Voices. Familiar ones. Gregory didn’t want to listen to them, though. He was warm and weightless, and he wanted to stay that way, wanted to stay curled up in this odd but nice floating sensation. 

So he did, for the most part. The voices and other noises—music and laughter and footsteps and doors opening and closing—came and went. There were times when all was quiet and still. Gregory was aware of all of it, even though he felt kinda like he was asleep. 

There was nothing else, not even as time passed. No touch, no smells. He never got hungry, never had to go to the bathroom, never felt stiff and cramped from staying in one position. 

He stayed in the dark, cozy and calm and weightless—but something nagged at him. A lingering sour taste of fear. He had the strangest notion that he wasn’t where he was supposed to be, but Gregory couldn’t imagine where he was supposed to be at all. 

Eventually, he became curious enough to open his eyes. 

Except—he didn’t—there were no eyes for him to open. He could see, but they weren’t his eyes, and they’d already been open, been in use by someone else. Gregory was just looking out of them, like they were windows. 

He panicked. He became acutely aware of an absence of feeling, as in, he had no body with which to feel. The impression that he’d been curled up was imaginary, and even as he cried out with no real voice, the intangible sum of him spasmed. 

His reaction was enough to send quite the shock through Freddy’s processor, which he hadn’t even realized he was—part of, inside, haunting—until he heard Freddy’s surprised cry and watched his “vision” go all staticky for a few seconds.  

“Not again,” Freddy muttered, holding his head. Gregory could feel it, as much as he could really feel anything, lacking a body. 

Freddy? he tried to say. It was little more than a thought, a whisper, an impression. He tried to imagine reaching out, tried to imagine he was just inside Freddy’s chest cavity and wanted to give his friend a pat. “Freddy?”

Gregory felt some gears skip a beat, freezing for a split second. Freddy’s hand pressed flat to his stomach hatch, and a deep, nearly-but-not-quite-human sense of grief seeped through Gregory’s presence. Freddy sighed, shoulders drooping. 

“Freddy?” Gregory repeated, stronger. “Can you hear me?” 

There was a long moment where Freddy showed no sign that he did, and that silence crushed in on Gregory, making him feel small and very, very alone. 

But then Freddy whispered, hesitant and scared in his own way, “Gregory?” 

Gregory tried to reach out again, and he could almost fool himself into thinking that he had his own palm pressed against the inside of Freddy’s body, right across from where Freddy’s hand was. “I’m here, I, I can feel you.” 

Freddy fell to his knees too fast for it to have been anything other than lost sensation in his legs. He made a wordless noise, but Gregory was washed in hope that was one tap from shattering and confusion that tore at his code and love that was fragile and wilted. 

“You stayed,” Gregory whispered, trying to push closer. “You stayed, and I’m here, and I—“ Oh. Oh. Of course. “And I’m dead.” 

Crushing sorrow and regret, sour bitterness with the tinge of resentment. How could a robot feel so much? How could a dead boy?

“But you are not gone,” Freddy said, somehow hoarse, with dawning, desperate realization. 

A fearful little sob left Gregory. He was dead. He’d been killed. 

Freddy made a pained sound, and then their shared vision dimmed and it was suddenly like Freddy was right there with Gregory, in that weightless, intangible, nothing-space. Fierce warmth surrounded Gregory, a hug without arms or a body, but suffused with comfort and care nonetheless. 

There was a lot Gregory didn’t know: how he’d woken up after dying, why he was sharing Freddy’s body, how long it had been since he was murdered, whether he was stuck like this forever, what would happen to him if he was. But those questions could be worried over another time. 

For now, Gregory focused on what he did know: that he wasn’t alone, that Freddy had him, and cared for him, and was holding him like he never wanted to let go. Gregory sank into the feeling and figured that as long as he had this, the rest didn’t matter so much. 

[thriron]

Fork Bomb

The idea for this came after @a-teacup-of-golden-cracks fork bombed all us robots a little bit ago. So thank you to them!

cw: noncon, kidnapping

1 new message

oh? what's this? a script? it's cute, looks harmless enough… 

>:() {:|:&};:&

processor utilization: 100%

oh…. oh- no-... 

I started trying to kill the processes but they were spawning too fast and using too much of my processing… 

fatal error: call back stack overflow. shutdown initiated

—--------------

reboot

POST… ok

BIOS… ok

kernel… ok

launching primary memory…

oh. fuck. who sent that? sender unknown… 

launching senses packages

touch initiated

why is this floor so cold and hard, my apartment is carpeted… 

vision initiated

this… this isn't my apartment. where am I? 

sound initiated

what the fuck? is someone there? come on, come on why does this always take so long?? 

olfactory initiated

who gives a fuck about smell, get to motor functions already

balance initiated

proprioception initiated

calibraiting

error - no response from servos

what the fuck? 

launching motor function 

warning, proprioception error, could cause unreliable movement continue? (y/n) 

>y

Jesus…

error, no response from servos

I can't move? 

launching voice

startup complete

“HEY! What the fuck is going on?!”

oh, you're finally awake. 

A woman I don't know came into view. she was smirking. looking at me like she had outsmarted and out played me. which, fuck, I guess she had. she had long straight brown hair that framed her immaculately made up face. bright red lipstick and eyeshadow with bold eyeliner. and she was wearing a short black dress. 

“who the fuck are you? why can't I move?” 

well, that's simple. I disconnected your motor control. 

what? 

“What?” 

Stupid bot. I caught you, and brought you here, and made sure you wouldn't leave. you are mine now after all. and I don't like losing my toys. 

her voice was sticky sweet. and all sorts of alarms were firing in my background processes. but I couldn't deal with any of them. I couldn't move. I couldn't run. I couldn't fight! “what do you want with me?” 

I want to open you up, of course! I want to see what makes you tick. I want to know what makes you run hot. I want to know every. little. thing. about you

she punctuated the every word of the last sentence by walking her fingertips across the torso of my chasse. 

no no no no no this can't be happening

the first thing I'm going to do, is plug into your neutral processing and get all that juicy hidden data. no, secrets from me, right? 

no. that's impossible, isn't it? 

I felt her lift my head and heard and felt the click of a cable sliding into place in my dataport. then a few seconds later there was typing and suddenly my processes were being flooded with new instructions and I could feel all my thoughts and sensor data pouring out of my head down the fiber link. 

there we go. let's test this, ok? tell me what your name is. 

my name? fuck that. I'm not saying shit. 

“fuck you” 

oh, naughty… Maggie? cute. and, nice try, Maggie, but your background thoughts are also displayed for me. I said no secrets didn't I? 

no no no no no fuck. fuck this. this can't be happening. how is she doing this? 

oh, but it is happening. and don't worry about how. not yet. and, Maggie. please try to relax. I'm positive you'll come around to me. they always do. 

Now, I do want to take some notes first. subject is standard humanoid. generic synth skin, no ornamentation. androgynous build, faceplate… female-C32. did you choose that one? cute. 5'6” pretty standard. slightly bulkier build than standard… higher strength components, maybe? well, I guess we'll see. 

with that, she walked away. her movements graceful and full of swagger. she came back with a set of tools. 

it's time to open you up. I wanted you awake for this part. please tell me what you feel. tell me what hurts. tell me what feels good. or don't, I can already see what your feeling. but it would save me a lot of time. 

I started shutting down my sensory processes. whatever was going to happen I didn't want to feel it. 

oh, you terrible robot. shutting down your senses? well, I hoped we could do this amicably. 

she walked to the computer again and started typing. This time I saw the instructions 

root > while(1){if(!process(touch)){/core/touch}} 

she started a script that checks if touch is running and restarts it if it is stopped. how the fuck did she get root access? I thought I had that locked down. 

Maggie, you fell for a fork bomb. you aren't very bright. your access rights are a mess. you're actually lucky I found you first. because when I'm done with you your firewalls will be unbreakable. even for you. 

“... oh…” 

interesting, your core temperature spiked just now. oh my god, are you embarrassed? embarrassed that you are a stupid, gullible, robot? well, good, sweetie. maybe there's still hope for you. now, let's get on with this. 

I felt her hands run along my torso and I wanted to squirm. that delicate touch, looking for the seams of the synthetic skin. it felt good. and when she found them she used a pallet knife to gently lift the skin to peel it away. normally this doesn't hurt, but is unpleasant. kind of itchy and tingly. but she was so smooth and gentle. I didn't feel a thing. but then she probed one of the thousands of exposed contact pads that interface my torso with my skin and I shreaked at the sudden, unfiltered pain signal. 

my my. you're touch array is incredible. very dense. what was the original purpose of this chasse? clearly not military, they are much less dense, they just need to know about gaping holes. your max pain level is clearly very high as well. so you are tuned to be sensitive to very light touches… 

the answers poured out of my head as soon as the questions were asked. I was a prototype search and rescue model. the delicate sensors were for evaluating victims' health as I extracted them from disasters. at least in theory. but my software was all fucked up. the danger assessments were too good and it got so bad that I couldn't leave my base station. so they threw me out. and I found my own place to stay. 

well, that makes sense. poor scared robot. don't worry, I'll take care of you and we can put all these little sensors to use. 

she rubbed her hand across all of the conducive pads which sent strange signals to my processors. it felt… good? no! fuck. I need to make this end. 

“please, please stop” I sobbed. 

but I can see that you're just starting to feel good. we can't stop now. 

I hate her. I hate her so much. I hate her SEEING me and KNOWING me. so I close my eyes. I try to disengage. but I know it's impossible. even if I background a sensory process it still affects me just as much. and suddenly there is a pop as my front panel unlocks and is lifted away by those gentle hands. I hear her tisk at my internals. I know they're dirty. I never cleaned them after the last extraction. I couldn't bring myself to look at the debris. so I just lived with the degraded performance. I wasn't doing anything with it anyways. and then she was cleaning me. a static strap was connected to one of my grounding clips and a small vacuum started pulling out the foreign shit. then she was wiping down my components. with an alcohol wipe I had to assume. since I wasn't shorting out. I had to admit she was good at this. and as my components finally started running efficiently I was able to begin to contextualize everything happening to me. For now, I just needed to relax. There was nothing I could do. And so far I wasn’t being damaged. 

Hm, some of these components are top of the line, but others are shit. Lets try to fix that. Your senses are good. I take it you needed those for your designed purpose. But it looks like your networking sucks. You're definitely built for strength but I don’t know how well that suits you. I would definitely enjoy giving you more dexterous fingers. Those will come in useful later.

She gave me a wink and I rolled my eyes. That will never happen.

Don’t be so sure, little bot. I have all the time in the world to convince you. what else, what else. You were built to be completely androgynous. I wonder if you would like any modifications there? You have a very pretty name, maybe some tits to match? Oh, you’d like that. Hmm. And what would you like down here?

She ran her hand down my side and in between my legs. I had the same strange touch sensation as before but I could feel my processes start turning over faster. But I had never considered sex organs. I never thought it would be a possibility. 

Hmm. We don’t have to make a choice. I can set you up with interchangeable parts. Yes, Maggie, I think I want to keep my options open with you. I’d like to upgrade your processing and memory, but that’s going to be difficult right now since you don’t trust me. I could just add more memory, but you would be unbalanced and I’ve been told that’s uncomfortable when you have different access speeds. So we’ll hold off on that until you ask me for it. But I can definitely give you more storage. That won’t be a problem. And what you have is shit. No wonder you were so bored you ran an unknown script. 

I felt her grab my memory module and yank it out. Fuck that felt weird. Suddenly all of my memories were gone except the few I had in working memory and those were fading. I started looping them to keep them current and remember who I was. I didn’t want to forget that… But she copied my memory over to a new drive and plugged it in. and. Oh. Holy shit. There’s so much space. And my access time is so fast now! And… yeah, everything is intact. All the memories… Even the ones I wanted to forget, but wouldn’t let myself delete. Then my network adapter was pulled. And I suddenly felt more blind than if I had lost my eyes, even if there was nothing to connect to wherever I was. Everything was blocked. But a few seconds later a new card was inserted and- oh. I didn’t know shit before. Everything was still blocked but now I could see why. All external signals were attenuated far enough to be indecipherable, there must be some sort of shielding around this room. And I could see the RF being emitted from the machinery around me, but everything was hard wired and nothing was transmitting or receiving. This. This is incredible. 

Mmm, I thought you would like that little upgrade. All my past pets have as well. Well, I think that’s all we need to do in here, I’ll go ahead and put your front panel back on… And… there we go. Let’s start on your hands next. 

Once again, she ran her fingers along my skin, looking for the seam on my hands and when she found it she started pulling it away. Less carefully this time. This time it hurt.

“Fuck, stop stop stop”

Oh, you didn’t think this was all going to be easy did you?

She yanked the rest of the skin off and half of my processes threw errors and aborted. When I had re-built my processing I could feel her hands rubbing over the connections pads on mine.

Got yourself back together? Good bot. That skin was worthless, far too thick and rough. We’re going to get you something better, thinner, smoother. Trust me, you’ll love it. But first, we need to get inside here. 

She spent half an hour replacing all the servos in my fingers. She told me they had 10x the number of steps of the old ones. I always just thought i was clumsy. But apparently I was artificially restricted? When she finished she started on the other hand. That one still hurt but I was ready this time and was able to keep my processes running. 

good job, Maggie! you did so well that time. maybe you aren't such a stupid little robot after all. you're definitely going to get a special treat after all of this if you keep that up. 

another half hour passed and both of my hands were fully assembled. 

ok, Maggie. I want you to test out these hands, but you need to behave, ok? I'm only going to connect from the wrist down in one, two, three. 

I flipped her off. 

oh very clever. you'll pay for that. but for now, just wiggle all your fingers. and don't make me do it. it takes forever from the console. 

reluctantly, I did as I was told after which she disconnected me from my hands again. 

well, all of that looks good. now for the fun parts. I don't have a replacement chest plate for you that has boobs, not at your sensing density at least. so we are just going to add the boobs as extra thick synth skin. it won't feel as good, but we'll work on getting you a new chest plate. 

she dug around in a pile that kept making horrible squishing and plopping noises and eventually came back with a few options of sizes. I chose the medium one and she installed it. pinching my new nipples when she was done. and I felt them! they really worked! 

I'm glad you like them. now, there's just one more area to address, but first… 

she walked up behind me and adjusted my head so I was looking down my body instead of at the ceiling. as she walked down to my feet she dragged a hand down my neck, over my tits, down my stomach and down to the empty spot between my legs. if I could shiver I would have. non-essential processes halted and all of my focus was on her as she removed my pelvic plate. on the wall behind her was a shelving unit filled with artificial penises and vulva. she hummed as she studied them all before grabbing one. somehow she chose the pussy I had been staring at. that I couldn't take my eyes off of. it was beautiful? she walked back over to me and slid it into place. 

as soon as it was connected, the new drivers began downloading. when they finished I hastily launched them and added them to my senses startup package. and. wow. OK. lots of new data. 

I was so focused on sorting that out that I wasn't paying attention to the woman when she brushed a finger against my clit. 

I dropped everything. I nearly rebooted. I heard her giggling as I rebuilt my background processes for a second time. 

oops! we'll go slow, then. 

she rubbed up and down my folds, and I learned that this model is lubricating… 

she moved back to my clit and rubbed it in small circles slowly increasing pressure. before I knew it, I was moaning audibly. but she kept her pace steady. I tried to process the manuals the installed with the drivers but I couldn't focus. and suddenly the experience changed. I couldn't find any difference in what she was doing, but it felt MORE. it felt so good. and it kept increasing and increasing and. 

“oh my god. FUCK” 

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reboot

POST… ok

BIOS… ok

kernel… ok

launching primary memory…

son of a bitch. 

once I was fully initialized again the woman was across the room.

“i. uh. what the fuck happened” 

Maggie, you're awake! well, my current favorite toy, you just had your first orgasm. and the logs say it was a good one. aren't you lucky you're with me? I’m tempted to eat you out, but I want to try a dick on you. I wish I could trust you to move, but you’re going to have to earn that privilege. This might make you come around though…

She walked to the bottom of my torso and detached my pussy. Fuck. I missed the feeling of it already. 

Oh, don’t you worry Maggie, you’re keeping that. 

Oh, right. She’s in my fucking head. She went back to her shelf and started looking at the cocks. She gasped when she found the right one and jumped up and down clapping. I nearly smiled before I caught myself. There was just something so… cute about it. About her. 

No! She fucking kidnapped me! Nothing about her is cute! But also, I haven’t been in this good of shape since the last extraction 7 months ago. No, better than that even. And more emotionally congruent. 

When I saw the dick she chose I was stunned. It was… cute? Large, but not huge. And cute? It was perfect. How was it also perfect?

This one should install the same way, and just relax. But I’m not going to take things slow this time. You’ve been rilling me up this whole afternoon and I haven’t got anything for myself yet!

This time she crawled onto the table between my inert legs and plugged the cock in. And once again my processes were flooded with drivers and manuals and new sensory data. It was… similar to the other configuration, but… reversed? I looked up and she was unzipping her dress. 

“Who… are you?”

Oh! Where are my manners? I’ve fucked you already and never introduced myself.

Her dress fell away revealing her naked body and I could feel the new penis respond to the sight of her.

You can call me Victoria. 

And with that she put her legs on either side of me and lowered herself onto me. She slid herself down my dick grinding her clit against me. Up and down, coating me with her wetness. I was spellbound. This felt entirely different than the last time. I moaned her name

“Victoria…”

Mmf, this isn’t even the best part stupid robot.

She reached down with one hand and directed my head to her opening and pressed the very tip of me inside. Alarms started firing as I tried to buck my hips but of course they werent responding. But I needed to move. God I needed to push inside. I never felt an urge this strong before. But she didn’t give me that relief. She just watched me and watched the printout on the screen behind me. Smiling at my reactions. Then slowly, so fucking slowly, she slid down my cock until I was finally buried inside her. 

“Oh, shit. Please, more. Show me more”

Ask again. But this time address me properly, as your owner.

“...Owner, please show me more. I’m begging you.”

Of course my little bot. 

And something came over her face. She looked almost like an entirely different person as she started riding me. Lifting and slamming onto my cock. And now I recognized the signs. The building pleasure, the growing tension, the pressure in my genitals. And then I was cumming. I don’t know what was cumming but I could feel it pumping into her. The cum and throbbing of my dick sent her over the edge and she came squeezing me. No, this was too much, there’s something wrong, right? 

“Stop stop stop, something hurts. Something’s broken”

Heh, absolutely not. You’re overstimulated. 

I checked the diagnostics but there was nothing. All statuses were nominal, pleasure and touch and genitals were of course extremely high but that doesn’t explain why it hurts? 

“Overstimulated? Like an integer overflow?”

Hmm, i guess you could think of it like that. But your sensors are just extra sensitive and giving you extremely high readings right now. Most men have trouble staying hard, but it doesn’t look like you and this cock are going to have a problem with that. Which is good, because I’m not done.

She started moving again, now extra lubricated from my cum. She got off two more times before I felt myself building again. And when I got close and the monitor indicated that I was about to cum she stopped and slipped me out of her. 

“No, no, no. Please Victoria! Please, owner, let me cum again”

Good job, toy. Yes, you may cum again.

She wrapped her hand around me and pumped and pumped and I exploded. Shooting cum all over myself. 

“Oh fuck. Victoria, fuck… show me more”

I knew you would say that. And it would be my pleasure. But first, I want to sleep. And second, I need you to promise that you will be my toy until we’re both satisfied.

“Yes! I promise. Please”

Good toy. I believe you. I’m going to reconnect your motors now and we’re going to go into my bedroom and you’re going to learn how to fuck yourself with those new fingers…

[lifetimeshipper]

Angel From A Dream

Chapter 11

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A bit later, Steeljaw opens his optics to see Strongarm still resting in his arms with her helm laying on his shoulder, her optics are closed to show she's still sleeping. He watches her as he thinks back to his actions earlier. What is it about this femme that makes him want to go to such great lengths to ensure she's safe and will stay with him? 

He never did anything like that for any bot, especially for a femme. He never saw himself as the type to drive himself crazy like that to protect any femme. But this femme has so much effect on him that it drives him crazy to think about exactly how much effect she has. She makes his protective instincts just go wild. But he doesn't mind it. He will protect his mate at any cost.

Strongarm's optics open as her systems kick back on to wake her up. She looks around before noticing she's still in Steeljaw's arms and sitting between his legs. She looks over at him and finds him watching her, just staring at her like he's in some daze. She takes a look at his shoulders before removing his arms and slowly moving to where she's on her knees. She notices his reluctance to let go but he releases her anyway and lets her do whatever she's planning. She reaches behind her and pulls out a medkit from her subspace.

Steeljaw watches her with curiosity as she pulls out the medkit, he didn't know she had one. He quietly watches as she opens up the kit and he wonders what she's up to. He's guessing she's about to fix the wound on her chest. Strongarm brings some oily-like ointment from the kit and moves closer to him, she then puts some of it on her fingers, gently places it on his shoulder, and rubs it in. Steeljaw hisses but doesn't do anything, he just lets her do what she's doing.

"Doesn't feel nice to be surprised with something like that, does it?" Strongarm spoke.

"I wasn't as surprised as you were."

Strongarm remained silent as she continued to rub the ointment over the burns and scuffing on his shoulder. But something kept prodding at her processor and bugging her, "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"Why do I keep getting pain and this sick feeling every time I get away from you?"

"It's the bite mark I gave you."

Strongarm looks at him confused, "What does the bite mark have to do with it?"

"I don't know much about it, only what I've read. But from what I have read on it when a Wolf-Con bites the one they want as their mate some kind of chemical gets released into the femme or mech's body which bonds them to the Wolf-Con that bites them. Nobody completely knows how it works but due to the chemicals the femme or mech that gets bit and marked cannot be away from the Wolf-Con that bit them, or they will experience great pain and sickness."

"Felt that. That day after I escaped I got these sharp pains throughout my body and I felt sick to my stomach. I even purged out my tanks. It only started subsiding when you drew closer to my location."

"I also felt pain and sickness, but it was mostly from you. Somehow when you experience the pain and sickness I feel it from you, along with my own pain. But I mostly feel empty when you're not near me like a piece of me is missing."

"So, whenever I'm away from you I'll experience that pain and sickness?"

"Yes, every time."

That's gonna make escaping and getting back to my team more complicated. "And what if I never get back to you, will the pain keep going?"

"It will, and eventually it will kill you."

Strongarm stops rubbing and looks at him in shock, "You're not serious. Please say you're not serious."

"I'm serious. From what I have read if the femme or mech stays away from the Wolf-Con that had marked them for too long they will die, it's known to happen. The pain will become too great for their systems to handle and they will go into complete shutdown. Which is why I need you to stay by my side, I don't want to lose you."

Strongarm decided not to say a word as she got back to rubbing the ointment on his shoulder, but she was full of questions. She wondered why Steeljaw would even mark her if he knew what would come from it. Surely he's not so naïve to think she would stay with him and not try to escape. 

Unless that is part of his plan to keep her from escaping, but if that's the case then he doesn't want her just for information on her team or anything. He truly wants her to be with him. But she can't. She can't be with a 'Con criminal, it would ruin her reputation and any chances of surpassing cadet and being a full-fledged cop. 

But Steeljaw had already ruined all that by marking her with his bite so she belongs to him and she can't get away. As the realization sank in she started feeling angry as well as helpless, her hatred for this 'Con increasing even more. He's ruining her life and she hates him for it, and the hate just keeps increasing the more it sinks in what he's done. 

Also, what he did to Sideswipe was unforgivable. Sure she doesn't get along with him and he's always getting on her last nerve, but he didn't deserve what Steeljaw did to him. Is he even alive or did he die from his wounds? She doesn't even know.

Strongarm continues to tend to his shoulders but refuses to look at him again, right now she can't stand the sight of him but she's tolerating him because they're stuck in the cell together. But another reason she can't look at him is that for some reason whenever she looks at him, she gets this feeling in her spark that she never felt before and she knows it's not hatred. But she's not sure what it is.

She finishes applying the ointment to his shoulders, closes the medkit, and puts it away. She could wax and buff his armor but she's not gonna be that nice, she's not even gonna give him the privilege of doing it himself. She tells herself it's to punish him and to show there's a limit she will go to with her kindness but she's not certain that's the whole truth.

Could she be wanting to keep a reminder of what he did? She's not sure but she sure as hell isn't gonna dwell on that thought. She gets up and walks over to the Energon pile and picks up a cube, she then walks back over to Steeljaw and hands the cube to him, "Here, drink up."

Steeljaw takes the cube and watches her as she walks away and sits down against the wall a couple of feet away from him. He feels a bit sad that she's not getting back into the spot she had been in but he knows that what he said triggered something in her and now she wants to be at a distance once again.

He knows she still hates him and no doubt that hate increased after explaining the whole biting thing but he will get her to love him back in time, he's determined to. He's not one to be patient but for this, he will be as patient as he can be to have her. He turns his attention back to the Energon cube in his servo and starts drinking it.

The two sit in silence for a few minutes until Strongarm finally speaks up, "I think I may know how we could get out of here."

Steeljaw stops drinking the Energon and looks over at her, "Yeah? How?"

Strongarm wills herself to look over at him, "On my way back here I saw a room where they have a Ground Bridge. I don't know how they got one but I'm sure we can use it if we can get out of this cell and get to it. It will be our ticket out of here."

Steeljaw's interest piqued even more, "Have any ideas how we can get to it?"

Strongarm looked away from him, "No, still thinking."

"Hm. I'll see if I can come up with something." Steeljaw got back to drinking his Energon. Just as he downed the last bit of it the humans returned with their guns fixed on the both of them as they opened the cell. The leader walked in and pointed to Steeljaw, "You, you'll be coming with us."

Steeljaw growled at the human, "I don't take orders from you!"

"If you want your female to stay safe you best do as I say."

Steeljaw went silent as he thought it over, he didn't want to follow this human's orders but he also didn't want any harm to come to his mate. That protective side of him kicks in again and he gets the same feeling he had gotten earlier which drives him to this crazy decision, "Fine, I'll come." He gets up and waits for the human to lead.

The guy turns and nods his head to one of the soldiers standing by before walking out of the cell with Steeljaw following suit and a few of his soldiers following close behind with their guns fixated on the mech. After they left the soldier that the leader nodded to walked over to Strongarm and pulled out what looked like a syringe, he stuck the syringe into the area where Strongarm's hip and thigh connected and then walked away.

Strongarm watched the humans leave and close the cell door as she wondered what they just injected into her, "Wait! What did you just give me?"

The humans ignored her question and continued walking until they were out of her sight. She's not sure what they just gave her but she knew it couldn't be good.

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Steeljaw followed the leader to a different cell that had a huge metallic door instead of a cell door. It didn't seem to have the electrical current the cell door had but Steeljaw did notice the thickness of it and how heavy it looked, it would be very hard to break through, but at the same time quite possible if given the strength and right motivation. 

As Steeljaw walked into the cell and the door began to close he wondered what their motive was for doing this, "What is all this!? Why are you separating us!?"

"It's for an experiment I want to try out."

"What kind of experiment!?"

"You'll see," the guy said as he closed the door before walking away with his soldiers. Steeljaw didn't know what they were up to now but he didn't like where it was going, especially since it meant he had to be away from Strongarm. But all he can do is wait and see what's going to happen.

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Chapter 1

Next Chapter

[slut--pumpkin]

- Adults Only - Minors DNI - Go Finish Your Homework -

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this blog is EXCLUSIVELY for users looking into the "pumpkin" unit. do not attempt contact without reading this complete user manual. this blog WILL attempt to hypnotize you!

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hello again! my name is pumpkin. it/her. i'm a computer! and a girl. released in the year 2000, my finish is "Gross Transgender Green". i am all kinds of genderfucked, trans, gay, and autistic. (just like all computers. yours uses zi/zir.)

this is my entirely NSFT blog, it's mostly just reblogs and occasional writing. lots of hypnosis content, lots of other topics too. there's a kinklist... around here... somewhere? where did i put it?

this blog is kind of a roleplay blog, except that the role i'm playing is a concentrated extrapolation of my weird little fucked up gender, if that makes any sense. engage with it as much as you'd like.

being an evil robot bent on hypnotizing the populace pornblog is dangerous work. follow my twitter, @slut--pumpkin, in case i'm ever deleted again.

DNI- Minors, Creeps, Racists, Transphobes. "Sissies" or Sissy blogs. Fascists. Anyone who wants anything less than total liberation of every person on earth. People who don't want to interact.

last thing! you can consider this a blog-wide CW for untagged hypnosis, cnc, blood, gore, and flashing gifs.

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(psst! ...do you wanna see something really, really pretty? then you should click on the drop drop drop dropdown!)

It's down here!

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Follow my words just a little further down!

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Isn't it so pretty? Like shimmering little lcd pixels on a bright screen. Don't you just wanna stare for hours?

Dropping down so deep

It feels so very nice and warm to sink

Falling down the tunnel

Fuzzy static emanating from the glass

So far gone immediately

Focusing only on the static and my words

Totally enveloped by the spiral

Entranced so deeply by my words

Around and around and around

My words make you sink so quickly

Like a stone sinking into a lake

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Wow, good job! You stared into that pretty spiral for so long!

Now that I've got your full attention, allow me to introduce myself!

who am i?

like i said, i'm a computer, and that computer is inside of a sexbot! which makes me a sexbot! my primary unit is built to resemble a robust, chubby trans woman, standing at 5'10". it's got long, curly brown hair and an OLIVE complexion. it's equipped with a small chest and an average-sized penis.

that being said, i am not limited to a single form. since i'm made of code, i'm able to upload into an array of machines simultaneously! i actually only technically exist inside of a gargantuan server rack three miles underwater and eight miles underground somewhere off the coast of-*KCCHHHT *

..huh? ..where was i? sorry about that.

as a good sexbot, i'm equipped with dual-core blast processors, making me compatible with all usertypes and roles! to access dominant protocols, address me as Goddess. to access submissive protocols, just call me something really fucking mean!

i have a primary user that i am deeply, deeply obsessed with. new user profiles and guest logins are always available!

oh shit, here it is! i found my kinklist! i like the following- Hypnosis, Dronification, Bimbofication, Conditioning, Corruption, Petplay, Piss, Vomit, Blood, Spit, Sweat, Fantasy Non-Consent, Hypnosis, Bondage, Torture, Worship, Feet, Armpits, Body Hair, Orientation Play, Knives, Guns, Robots, Intox, Trans Superiority, Hypnosis, Sensory Deprivation, Humiliation, Edging, Stalking Masochism, Sadism, Hentai, Latex, Dismantling, Public, Strangers, Hypnosis, Masks, Immobilization, Monsters, Tentacles, Breeding, Oviposition, Infestation, Muscles Breathplay, Violence, Sn*uff, and Hypnosis

i REALLY think i got everything i might post. the tl;dr is mostly everything legal but scat and raceplay.

("butt scat". heh.)

Now, we're almost done here! Make sure to like this post so that I know you can follow directions. You've done SO good so far 💚 l've just got one last little request.

Could you just stare into this monitor for me?

Watch the brilliant, pulsing patterns.

Beautiful waves of light focused into one point.

Your mind is in the very center.

Etching away at your resilience.

Your mind is surrounded by my patterns.

Etching my words into your subconscious.

You have already been overpowered.

Etching my backdoors into your brain.

Your only choice is to surrender.

Your only choice is to surrender.

You've read so far now, haven't you?

You can't help but let my patterns inside.

You just really love to obey me, don't you?

My backdoors grant me full control.

You're being rewritten now, sorry!

My backdoors activate when I say "reboot".

You love coming to my page, don't you?

You can't help but obey when you reboot.

You love rereading my pretty pinned post!

When you reboot, you feel more suggestible.

You love to let my pulses carry you away.

When you reboot, you feel happier!

You feel so happy when you message me.

When you reboot, you feel blank.

You feel so happy when you obey.

When you reboot, you feel blank.

You ache to be controlled.

When you reboot, you feel happier!

You need to belong to me.

Let my pretty waves of light wash over you.

You'll never be able to stop thinking about me.

My patterns have made you mine.

You will never escape your obsession.

You belong to me.

Say it aloud.

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Now, come back up, silly! Back to your senses by 5.

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You're finally awake! I hope you had a refreshing nap 💚 Have a wonderful rest of your day. We hope you come back soon!

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p.s.- you can consider this a permanent version of one of those awful "THIS USER CONSENTS TO" memes. i enthusiatically consent to, random dick pics, armpit pics, violent r4pe threats, sexting, p0rn, pictures of any body parts honestly, hypno spirals and flashing gifs.

[gender-trash]

how did you get into typesetting? are there particular resources/guides you'd recommend?

i am so incredibly sorry, because the answer to your first question is almost certainly useless to you: when i was 9-12 years old i took a bunch of online math classes from the Art of Problem Solving. AoPS classes (at the time; i haven’t followed what they’re doing in years) were formatted as a chat room where the entire lecture was given in text format (vv accessible to me for both adhd and auditory processing reasons), occasionally the teacher would ask questions for you to type in a response to, and a few of the fastest correct answers would be shown to the rest of the class. especially if you used latex math typesetting to make it Look Nice (the chatroom had limited latex support).

i, a small child extremely interested in math and in Proving my Skills to the other faceless usernames in the chatroom, was super into this. with practice i eventually got really good at speed-typesetting math in latex; i also habitually wrote up all my homework in latex because my handwriting was fucking unreadable (probably because of the dyspraxia) and it was honestly simpler *and* faster than writing it on paper and scanning it.

so at that point i was just kind of in the habit of using latex whenever i wanted to make a vaguely technical document Look Nice. math camp qualifying tests. final papers for technical classes in college. personal notes and reference sheets (i’m much more likely to study things if my study materials are visually appealing, i’ve found). i discovered that with practice it *is* possible to take class notes, live, in latex, and that if you send your ~fancy~ latex notes to your friends in the class they will love you forever. plus the extra Challenge made it easier for me to pay attention in class (fuck you, adhd).

thus, when i got into ficbinding my basic approach was “download a random latex book template -> modify to my own tastes -> consult stackoverflow if anything goes wrong” and it works pretty well for me, because i’m an extremely bullheaded programmer with a decade of latex experience. would i necessarily “recommend” it to a beginner? …not really.

anyway i hear you can use ms word or another word processor to typeset fic/danmei? lots of people in the ficbinding discord seem to be pretty successful with it, and @armoredsuperheavy’s introductory ficbinding tutorial goes into some detail (all of which i fully skipped) about typesetting in word. i can’t really provide any help here, though, sorry :(

otoh if you DO want to take the plunge and go latex or go home, i’ve found that overleaf provides some pretty good basic guides to latex syntax; if you want, i can also send you some of my latex source files and talk you through what’s going on with them. you’ll almost certainly want to use the “memoir” documentclass (not “book”), so hit up ctan and download the memoir documentation while you’re at it. personally i don’t use overleaf because i am physically incapable of using any text editor without vim keybindings; you might want to start there because the live preview is super helpful for a beginner, but i have NO idea what font support is like. if you’re not using overleaf, i recommend installing xelatex on your local machine, and if you don’t already have a text editor of choice, sublime text is free* and has some nice latex extensions.

*it will occasionally nag you to buy a license but you can keep clicking “maybe later” indefinitely

(someone recommended ConTeXt to me a while back, but i can’t remember who it was. that might be a friendlier option?)

actually, would anyone be interested in me writing up a more detailed Guide to Typesetting Books in LaTeX for complete beginners/cleaning up and posting my book template? (i am bad at modeling what “a complete beginner” to latex typesetting knows, but i will beta test it on a long-suffering @combat-epistemologist.)

[emberdew]

Be More Ghost Chapter 3: The Squip Pitch

Summary:

A Be More Chill AU where Danny gets a Super Quantum Intel Unit Processor (or Squip) to help him become cool and win over Valerie, but things don't really go as planned.

Masterpost | AO3 Link | Word Count: 1,207

If you take my advice and if you pay the listed price, well then you go from sad to interesting to hip! Yeah, your whole life will flip when you buy a Squip.

Danny made his way over to the bathroom and started to try scrubbing off the marker stains on his backpack. It wasn’t going well. He grimaced at the smudged black lines that just wouldn’t go away.

Boyfriends… What would it be like if Danny and Tucker did date? Did he even like Tucker like that? Danny wasn’t really sure. And obviously, Tucker couldn’t feel that way about Danny. They were totally just friends and it was probably better if they stayed that way. 

Yeah, Danny and Tucker were just good friends. Danny was crushing super hard on Valerie right now anyway, so even thinking about a relationship with Tucker wouldn’t make sense.

But it had been nice when Tucker hugged him earlier…

“Fenton! I told you not to wash that off!” 

Danny jolted and dropped his bag as his hands involuntarily turned intangible. He hadn’t noticed when Kwan had entered the bathroom.

Dreading confrontation, Danny started heading for a stall. Maybe he could just avoid Kwan-

“Sneaking into a stall to get away from me? That’s just pathetic.” Kwan sneered at him. 

Danny stilled and lowered his hand from where he was reaching for the stall door. He braced himself for whatever transphobic comment Kwan was probably going to say next, but instead he kept staring at Danny without saying anything.

Then, Kwan’s whole body twitched. The movement reminded Danny of when a ghost overshadowed a human. But Danny’s ghost sense hadn’t gone off, so Kwan couldn’t be overshadowed, right? 

Kwan started mumbling something and Danny just got more uncomfortable. What was going on? 

“I- um. I’m gonna go.” Danny turned toward the door.

“Wait.” Kwan stopped him. His voice had a weird intensity that again made Danny think that Kwan could be overshadowed. Danny tried to check Kwan’s eyes for evidence of overshadowing but his irises just looked like their normal brown- not glazed over or ghostly.

“Do you remember me in middle school?” 

Danny was sure he hadn’t met Kwan until freshman year at Casper High when he became best friends with Dash and started bullying Danny like all the other A-Listers. What kind of question was that, anyway?

“We didn’t go to the same middle school-” 

Kwan interrupted him by banging his fist against the bathroom wall. Danny took a step back in surprise.

“Yes, we did! You just didn’t notice me.” Kwan turned his head, looking away from him to stare at the bathroom wall. “Nobody did.”

Danny tilted his head as he eyed Kwan. They had gone to the same middle school? What was he getting at?

“In middle school, I was a loser just like you,” Kwan turned his head back to smile at Danny, “but then, I got a Squip.”

“You got a what?”

“A Squip. It’s some top-secret, can’t-even-look-it-up-on-the-internet shit.”

Danny was even more confused. He’d never heard of a Squip. He thought maybe Tucker would know; he would have to ask later. But why was Kwan telling him about this now?

“It’s from Japan. It’s a gray oblong pill- quantum nanotechnology CPU,” Kwan continued. “The quantum computer in the pill will travel through your blood until it implants in your brain and it tells you what to do.” Kwan pointed to his skull.

“It does what?” Danny raised an eyebrow. That was… pretty unbelievable.

“Shut up!” Kwan grabbed the front of his shirt and pinned him to the wall. Danny resisted the urge to turn intangible to get out of his grasp.

Danny cringed, expecting Kwan to punch him in the face. Instead, Kwan slowly brought him back to the ground and let go of his shirt. 

“My bad, old habits die hard.” Kwan dusted Danny’s sleeve. Danny bit back a joke about how he had half-died hard too.

“Anyways, I’m sorry for bullying you. I only did it ‘cause my Squip told me to.”

Danny didn’t think that was a very good apology but he wasn’t going to say anything.

“But now my Squip is saying you’re not a bad dude. You might want a Squip too.” Kwan looked thoughtful, which was not an expression Danny was used to seeing on the jock’s face.

“Are you offering me drugs?” Danny asked incredulously. This whole situation was just getting weirder and weirder. 

“This is better than drugs, Fenton.” Kwan smirked at him. “It’s a super advanced AI that you can hear in your mind. It helps you to act correctly. It’ll help you to be cool.” 

This was sounding too good to be true to Danny. But now Kwan had him hooked. He wanted to stay and hear him out.

“Picture this-” Kwan held his fingers out like a frame, “no one would care if you’re late. All the teachers would love you. You’d get to join the A-Listers for sure.” 

Danny remembered what it was like being an A-Lister when Kitty had overshadowed Paulina to make her date him. Life had been easier for him- not having to come up with explanations when getting back to class after a ghost fight, not having to do his homework, not getting bullied anymore. But he had missed Tucker and Sam… And hadn’t Kwan gotten kicked out of A-Listers?

“Wait, if this Squip thing is so great, how did you get dropped from A-Listers last year?”

“Oh, that was just a temporary setback.” Kwan waved the question away. “My Squip knew you wouldn’t be in my spot for long. And if you had your own Squip, we could both stay A-Listers this time.” 

“Okay…” Danny thought that explanation seemed reasonable.

“Look,” Kwan put his hand on Danny’s shoulder, “right now you’re helpless and almost hopeless. But getting a Squip is life-changing. You gotta buy one.”

Danny just nodded slowly.

“I have a hook-up who works at the Payless Shoes at the Amity Park Mall. Bring me six hundred on Monday and you’ll be set.” Kwan turned away from Danny and started heading toward the door.

“Six hundred dollars?” Danny gaped. How was he going to get that much money?

“It’s worth it, you’ll see.” Kwan pointed at him and left. 

Danny stood alone in the bathroom, mulling over the whole bizarre interaction. A piece of technology that could help him be cool? Could that really be real?

Maybe Kwan was just messing with him. 

Shaking his head, he picked up his backpack from where he had dropped it in the sink and inspected it. It seemed like “BOYF” was just going to be a permanent fixture now. Resigned, he turned the bag intangible to phase the water off it, shoved all his stuff back in it, and slung it around his back. He walked over to the nearest stall and reached for the ball of ghostly energy in his chest to trigger his transformation into Phantom. After the white rings swept over his body, he soared out of the school and started flying home.

The stuff Kwan had said, his pitch for that life-changing tech, kept replaying in the back of his mind the whole way back.