#you gotta ignore some of the weird coloring

[savstan1]

hiiii!! i made fem shen jiu ?? well, tried anyway, idrk how i think shed look i just know her exes have HORROR stories about her and i love her.

[skrunksthatwunk]

dummies

[astrolook]

Some Astrology Behind Your Looks

Note: These are just my personal observations over the years, so let me know in the comments if anything hits home! Your Ascendant alone (or just its ruler or the planets sitting in your 1st house) isn’t enough to define your appearance. You gotta look at the aspects to the Ascendant, the planets in the 1st house, the chart ruler, and its aspects too.

The ascendant is like your default character design. Think of it as a "default skin" in a video game. The ASC ruler is like your stylist who works behind the scenes and the mastermind behind your look. The planets in your 1st house, the aspects to your ascendant and to the planets in 1st house is the DLC pack that really customizes your look.

Saturn in 1st/conjunct ASC - Stiff posture. Ages in reverse. Looks 30 at 20 but looks 40 at 60. Deep-set eyes. Wrinkles before 30. Knees, joints, or back always ache even if they are sitting doing nothing. Looks better with age. Ugly duckling as a kid/teen. Sharp defined bone structure as an adult.

Moon in 1st/conjunct ASC - BIG eyes. Puffy cheeks that people want to pinch even when they're grown adults. Pouty lips. Gets sweaty easily. Face constantly changes with emotions so lying here is impossible. Weight fluctuations. Baby face for way too long. Look cute even when crying. Wavy hair but changes with their emotions. Skin is super reactive like blushes easily, bruises easily, sensitive to everything. Round or Moon face.

Pluto in 1st/conjunct ASC - Either scary hot or hot scary. No in-between. A face that barely moves. Either angelic or villainous eyes. Hair is either jet black or deep red or whatever dark shade they wanna color their hair with. Born with a resting face. Unbothered style. Skin either pale as a ghost or deeply striking.

Neptune in 1st/conjunct ASC - Either dreamy or look like they haven't slept in days. Messy at home. Prone to get mysterious acne out of nowhere. Spaced-out eyes. Skin glows weirdly like sometimes as a built-in instagram filter sometimes greasy. Gliding instead of walking. People mistakes them for someone else sometimes.

Uranus in 1st/conjunct ASC - Hair does whatever it wants and never behaves. Either noticeably tall or noticeably short. No in-between. Posture that either as stiff as a board or slouches like a hacker. Randomly winks, raises brow, smirks or stares into nothing.

Sun in 1st/conjunct ASC - Hairline so perfect it looks like CGI. Looks expensive even when broke. Aging slows after 30. Laugh is as contagious as a virus. Neck slightly longer than average. Skin tans fast. Cheekbones pop when smiling. Looks like Greek statue in side angles.

Venus in 1st/conjunct ASC - Dimples, even in weird places. Hips curve like a renaissance painting. Balancing proportions. Gains weight only in right places. Natural symmetrical face. Baby hairs lay perfectly. Doesn't even need nail polish as they can rock without it. Shoulders have a graceful rounded slope. Weight gain makes them hotter. Wide hips, thick thighs and butt. THICC body.

Mars in 1st/conjunct ASC - Forehead vein pops when mad. Prone to random scrapes and scars. Operate at 1.5x speed. Dressing style depends on their mood. Formal when composed, bitchy when annoyed, angelic when warm and boyish when fun. Also hairstyles depend on their mood too. Struggles with hair fall in mid 20's.

Mercury in 1st/conjunct ASC - Mouth is slightly open even when they sleep. Snores. Blinks fast. talk with their hands. Looks younger than they are. Eyes move like they're reading subtitles in real life when talking. Fine or wavy hair sometimes its messy. Nails might be bitten, tapped, or fidgeted with constantly. Short eyelashes. Switchy emotions like smiles one second serious the next.

Jupiter in 1st/conjunct ASC - Gains weight faster than they lose. Rounded or slightly protruding belly if gained even a little weight. Laugh is impossible to ignore. Full wide cheeks like they store snacks there. Broad forehead. Big teeth or an over-exaggerated smile like they are in a tooth paste advertisement. plump lips. Gives "big presence" energy. Large hands and feet.

Sun square ascendant- Face would look slightly irritated even if they don't mean to. Sometimes force their smile or just look like that even when real.

Moon square ASC - Face bloats easily, especially under the eyes. eczema, redness, or dry patches are common. Cheeks puff up randomly.

Venus square ASC - Would think they are not good looking enough. Insecured about their looks. Weirdly pretty. Sometimes looks AI generated. You get me? Lips too big or nose too sharp. Beautiful but off.

Mars opposite ASC - Bad boy/girl vibes. Can look pissed off even when happy.

Sun opposite ASC - Silent but strong type. Can come off either intimidating or bossy.

Uranus square ASC - Unusual eye color, shape, or one bigger than the other. Can't really tell if they are attractive or really unique. It's like features are drawn by different artists.

Neptune square ASC - Can look slightly sleepy or like a fever dream. Soft features but slightly off focus. Look different everytime.

Moon opposite ASC - A living emoji. Puffy under-eyes are permanent.

If you’ve got multiple planets in your 1st house with a ton of aspects, you’re basically ramen noodles - complex, tangled, and impossible to replicate.

DM me for a complete astrology reading! ✨ Check out my pinned post for pricing. 💫

[graves-yard]

Hey, how do you draw knuckles? Every time I draw him he looks like he's knuckles deranged cousin Fist.

Okay well. I should preface that I do not draw in the sonic style so that’s part of it. Every time I get into a media I always change up a design a little and draw it totally in my style as like. A fun thing I do. Cause I love character design.

Just wanted to say that before going into any tutorial lmao. But anyway let’s look at echidna

They are much more covered in fur than hedgehogs? They have long snouts, big clawed paws, and their quills are much more spaced apart and longer.

First let’s ignore the sticky notes I’m at work now but luckily I know how to draw this boy by heart. Anyway, since his snout is so long, it’s better to mark where it is than just starting with a nose. Perspective might be off if you try putting his nose down and working from there. I put a circle cause that’s most of my guide lines.

See?? Now he’s got his little snout. Less fuzzy than Sonic’s since it’s mostly skin on an echidna, so I round him out and add a little lines on his nose to show the fur is thinner. Also little angry scowl.

Then you gotta make these weird mantis arm shapes. I don’t really draw the curves anymore since I know how to draw him, but for this I’ll do it. His spikes are a lot bigger and looser than hedgehog spikes, so they curve with his shoulders and flop around. You can also see them as floppy little dog ears in the front if that helps!

Then you just spike him up!! Return of the M trick and line quills too. I also like giving him white quills instead of just plain red quills cause real echidnas have different colored fur compared to their quills unlike hedgehogs. I also give him quill lines marking his forehead to kinda show motion going down to his locs.

Here’s some extras with his head, spurs and paws, profile, and lastly his weird little tail that I know I draw a little differently but I like it.

[lexicorp]

Transformers Earthspark: Another Place, Another Prison

Holy shite there were so, SO many things I wanted to draw pertaining to this chapter, but drawing was being so fragging hard omg ;-; sooo this got the vibes decently enough at least hopefully llol

aaaaannnd it's a Hashtag POV chapter again! :D

She's really trying to pinpoint how the heck she feels about this junk (def difficult tryna navigate the psych issues round here), and you just might be able to guess what she lands on. Star is still not having the greatest of time, but Hashtag is here to read his aft like a book yet again. For the most part at least.

Previous Chapter: Distractions

First Chapter: The Need For Read

Next Chapter: Helm In The Cloud

Chapter 16: A Game Of Charades

Hashtag had hoped that the game night with Starscream could go better this time around. They’d had fun training together at least. They were all kinda starting to get along. Sharing music, cat videos, comics, their favorite wrestling channel–even Thrash was starting to warm up to this whole thing! Though he DID constantly try and do some silly schemes to test the sketchy seeker, the vibes weren’t malicious or anything. It was starting to feel just a bit normal again. As normal as it could be anyway. So what was the deal?

Why did Bee and Screamer have to get into some stupid fight? Now? Why was he acting all extra weird, this time?

Hashtag squinted her optics at her teacher and…potential second teacher if he stopped being dumb; while leaning her face against a servo.

“C’mon Starscream!” Bee tossed his servos in the air in exasperation at the ordeal. “You can’t hide in there just because you don’t want to lose in Uno again! It’s not THAT bad!”

Starscream was gripping the edge of the entrance to his room, and glaring like he was imagining blasting Bee’s face off. The thought made Hashtag tense. “No! That is NOT what I am afraid of you fool!” He jabbed a digit at Bee. Now…he did actually look oddly on edge come to think of it. “Enjoy your ridiculous games, and leave me out of it! Don’t try to act like my absence will be some tragedy. I’m sure all will go far smoother without–” His optics flickered with some weird mix of red and purple in them–kind of energon-ish color? That was new–and he held his head as his wings went all spazzy. 

Bee tried to reach out but was smacked away. “Dude. Look. I don’t know if you fell in love with isolating yourself after your months of alone time in the Titan, but as your redemption officer, you GOTTA get out of there.”

Starscream ignored him and disappeared deeper into his hole in the wall. Bumblebee tried to follow, and Hashtag couldn’t hear the rest of their conversation, but it only seemed to be going in circles anyway. Bee was wrong though…Starscream has hated being alone since he’d come here. The only time she’d seen him going to hide away like this was when it seemed his social battery had been depleted like Nightshade. 

Something was really off about this. Was that corruption junk just getting to him more today? What even WAS that anyway? She still hadn’t found the right chance to ask him about it! Most of her siblings have assumed he went a bit crazy from chaos magic, being by himself with corpses he convinced himself weren’t actually dead, and that was all it was. That made sense enough, but something about it still didn’t feel right.

Eventually, Bee came back looking a mix of annoyed and concerned as he took his seat next to Dad. “He won’t listen to me.”

“What a shame.” Robby said with poorly masked sarcasm, which earned him a punch in the shoulder from Mo. “What??”

“You know what.” She crossed her arms with a tip of her head back. Mo’s signature sass at their brother would be more funny if Hashtag wasn’t so anxious right now. 

Mom leaned forward and raised a hand in a signal for them to knock it off when they’d started a staring contest. “I’m sure he’s fine. We gotta allow him the freedom to choose what he wants to do. You can’t force it, Bee.”

Bee sighed with a servo over his optics. “Yeah. You’re right. It’s just kinda my job, and all.”

Dad patted his arm reassuringly. “And you’re doing great! How ‘bout we kick the night off with some charades huh? You can be on our team!”

Bee smiled. “Alright alright.”

“The party ain’t stoppin’ for any grumpy ol’ bot!” Twitch cheered in an effort to heighten the mood as she brought forth the bowl of prompts.

Yet as they started the game with Dad rapidly throwing out guesses to Bee’s word, Hashtag’s focus just kept drifting back to Starscream. Sure, they could just leave him alone, but she had a sneaking suspicion that wasn’t actually what he wanted either. He always tried to play up the tough guy scrap, and she wasn’t buying it. Maybe she could try and talk to him. It was worth a shot, right?

Hashtag pulled Twitch aside and signaled for her to keep her voice down.

“What’s up sis? You doin’ alright?”

“Yeah! Totally…Um.” Hashtag fiddled with her digits as she parsed together how to go about this. “I’m just thinking about going over to check on Starscream. I don’t wanna bug Bee or Mom about it though. I think he might come out if I'm the one to talk to him. Or at least–I just don’t like not knowing what’s going on, y’know? So…can you fill the fam in after I bounce?” She gave her sister a pleading grin. She didn’t want to just announce her plan to everyone and potentially make Bee feel bad, or Mom to just deny her from doing it. 

Twitch looked back at the others before landing her rather serious gaze back into Hashtag’s optics, and flew closer to put a servo to her shoulder. “Tag, you know I trust you.” 

Hashtag cringed, “Please don’t let there be a “but” at the end of that sentence…”

Twitch snickered a bit. “Nah…I just want you to be careful. Send me a signal as soon as something wack starts going down. We don’t need that con tryna randomly use you as a hostage or something. Soooo I guess the only but would be–are you sure you don’t want me to come with you for backup?”

She thought about the offer for a moment. It would be nice to know Twitch was there to have her back. Screamer could still be pretty creepy sometimes, even if he seemed to be getting better. But if he’s already in anti-people mode right now, less people would probably be better. Plus, He always seemed to be extra…careful (?) when it came to Hashtag. Like…he felt bad about what happened. She didn’t know why he directed it more at her than her siblings, but she could still use that to her advantage. Twitch might just make things more complicated when she’d inevitably get protective, unfortunately.

“Yeah, I’m sure. I’ll be careful, I promise. I’ll text ya updates if he doesn’t immediately kick me out.” She chuckled. Hopefully that won’t happen, but even if he tried, she was determined to not be deterred so easily.

“You better! Your big sis worries you know!”

“A little bit too much sometimes,” Tag teased. 

Twitch flipped down a servo with a roll of her helm. “Pff, I worry the perfect amount. Now get on over there before I think about this too hard, and I’ll fill the fam in after Mo and Thrash finish their turn.” 

“Thanks sis.” They exchanged a thumbs up and split off to fill their prospective rolls.

Hashtag made her way over to Starscream’s room, suddenly feeling more hesitant the closer she got. The ceiling stars inside were set to night mode from the cycle Nightshade had set for them, but it gave more of a spooky sort of lighting that didn’t help. Especially when his optics and those weird sparks stuck out in the dark.

It’d be fine though, it was just Starscream. Not like he’d killed people, kidnapped dads, or anything. Besides, she knew how to get to him. She knew he wouldn’t do anything crazy. Oh Quintus, did she?! She hadn’t thought he’d do that other insane junk before either! Maybe this was a bad idea after all–no. No. It’d be fine. He’s been chill. He’s actually been kinda nice. There’s nothing to worry about!

Hashtag took a deep breath to steady herself, and knocked on the doorframe to announce herself. “Hey–”

Starscream jerked in a similar way he’d done when she first went to see him in the brig (he was even sitting on the floor for some reason), and snapped. “WHAT? Oh…Hashtag.” His wings relaxed a bit when he realized who it was, but then immediately tensed when he seemed to notice something else as well. “NOT helpful you slagging–ugh…” He muttered and pinched the bridge of his nose as he clenched his optics shut. “You shouldn’t be here. Go back to your siblings.” That part actually seemed to be directed at her, even if he seemed to be avoiding looking in her direction now. 

Why did she keep having that feeling that he was talking to someone else?

Hashtag drifted deeper into the room towards the edge of his berth as she crossed her arms. “I think I’m good here, actually. Oooorrr, you could always come out of here with me, and do something way more fun than sitting there being weird.”

He went silent for a while. He kept being all twitchy, and when he finally opened his optics again he just stared blankly at something in the corner. When she sat down on the berth near him, Starscream skooched a bit away from her. He seemed to be having a heck of a time figuring out how to respond to that, with how hard he apparently needed to think about it. She couldn’t exactly tell if the fact that he wasn’t telling her off meant that he did in fact want her company or not. 

Hashtag had gotten better at waiting though. Even if the suspense was killing her. She wanted to ask so many questions, get to the bottom of why he was acting so funky, but she also didn’t want to overwhelm him. When she was in anxiety mode, questions were definitely the last thing she’d want, after all.

“You don’t want me there. Admit it.” Starscream finally said quietly, only barely glancing in her direction. He sounded…sad. 

“Don’t try and feed me lines Screamy, I’m the director around here,” She put a hand to her chest with dramatic flare, “and I in fact do want you there with us! Megs had his redemption arc, and I’m here for yours! We’ve been having a decent time hanging out these past couple weeks haven’t we? I will admit no such falsehoods! Even if you are still a bit of a jerk.”

Starscream dawned a somber smile. “Hah. Right…You know, you and Thundercracker would have been quite the pair to behold. He’d always adored script writing and those absurd novelas.” His wings spazzed again with a bit of lightning as he started tapping one of his digits. Something about that train of thought had his focus start to go into the abyss again. 

Hashtag leaned a bit forward as she fiddled with her own servos. “Really? Who’s that? He sounds pretty cool!” 

“Yes…” Starscream blinked after taking another long moment to elaborate. “He was Skywarp and I’s trinemate before Novastorm joined us from the Rainmakers. He was a strong, albeit sensitive, seeker. We did not always see optic to optic, but I suppose I could relent to the fact that he was certainly better at orchestrating dialogue. Even so, it was often idealistic or fantastical nonsense. Something I am sure you would’ve been enthralled by had you two been allowed such a partnership. He’d always dreamed of making something of his work after the war…” His expression had gone from detached to angry when another flit of those sparks went through him. He growled as his volume rose and his optics flashed red. “Of course, such frivolous slag could NEVER be allowed to come to fruition! Why would it?!” 

Hashtag leaned back a bit, “Did something bad happen to him? Is he stuck on Cybertron or…?”

“He’s dead.”

“Oh.”

Silence.

Man. Hashtag really did NOT have the credentials for this. Should she just focus on being all positive about it? Change the topic? Or, giving condolences was usually the right response in these scenes. 

“I-I’m sorry you lost your…” Was a trinemate kinda like family? “Brother? I would’ve loved to meet ‘im. Thundercracker sounds like he was a pretty awesome dude. Maybe I could dedicate a character to him someday! Is…that why you’re avoiding family time? It sounds like you miss him.”

“...No.”

Well that was a lie. Starscream was avoiding eye-contact again, and according to the internet, that was the biggest indicator someone’s lying. Plus, he still was all droopy like a wet cat. Maybe seeing Hashtag and her siblings hanging out together just made him feel bad about missing his own siblings. Skywarp had left him behind on that ship too after all–oh man he had fam issues. Is that what got him so upset?

But he kept tensing up like there was something else too. Now his eyes were…purple? The purple thing was DEFINITELY new. 

Oh, now they’re back to blue–scrap they went red glitchy again! Now he’s covering his audials and muttering something. What the heck!

Geez, he’s shaking really bad now. Was it something she’d said? Was this some type of anxiety episode she was supposed to snap him out of? What was the best way to do that?? When she did a quick search, it just said to be a persistent, calm force. Don’t be pushy. Ask for permission to touch them. Oh! Remind them of their surroundings! Maybe she could reference the Seekerz poster that he ripped up? Or maybe he did it for trigger reasons…so that probably wouldn’t be a good idea.

Hashtag slowly disconnected from the berth to kneel down next to him, but not too close. “Hey…Just focus on my voice right now, okay? I don’t know what you’re hearing right now–if it’s a flashback or something–but we’re just in the bunker. We’re chillin’ on the floor in your room, and nothing crazy is going on. We can talk about something else if you want.”

Starscream abruptly threw his arm out to aim across the room as a surge of the lightning went through it. His servo retracted to channel the sketchy power into a blaster and shot an intense laser at the wall that, once he stopped blasting it, left a huge, smoldering hole. Wheeljack’s parole thing on his ped let out an EMP burst that made him recoil in on himself again with a startled yelp. A final shot from his servo flew past Hashtag’s helm before he managed to fix it back to normal. 

“WOAH!” She dodged back in surprise at the sudden outburst.

He finally locked eyes with her again, and he looked horrified. Starscream fumbled away from her with the EMP blasted leg seeming to be offline now when he full-on fell backwards after trying to stand. “Get out.”

“What?” But she was trying to help! Why did this have to be so hard!? He obviously shouldn’t be alone right now, right?

“GET OUT!” Starscream actually aimed his gun arm at her as it was shaking and sparking wildly.

Hashtag shot up to her peds and put her servo’s up placatingly. “Hey! C’mon–” 

Twitch sent her a message that popped across her visor: [Is everything alright over there?? What was that?! Are you okay?!]

She frantically sent back a response: [I’m fine! I think- Just give me a sec!] 

“I know you don’t actually want me to leave–you’re in freakout mode, and that’s okay!” Hashtag tried to stay as still as possible and watched the blaster carefully in case he actually did shoot at her. “How about I just step out for a sec to grab a game we can play one on one or something? Y’know, get your mind off of whatever this is–do you like chess?? You seem like the kinda guy that likes chess.”

Starscream didn’t say anything else, and was just staring right through her. Creepy…He seemed to have a lot of space-out moments. Did he even hear what she said…?

Hashtag slowly began backing up towards the door. “I’ll be riiiight back. Just be cool. Okay? Yeah.” She flipped out her wheels and quickly rolled over back to her fam. 

Twitch immediately flew up to check her over, “What happened?”

Bee was up and looking in Starscream’s direction as a shot of red lighting flew out and hit their skate ramp. “What’s with THAT?? Hashtag, you shouldn’t have gone over there without someone watching your back, what if–”

“GUYS. It’s okay! I got it.” Hashtag rolled past them to look for their bigger chess set. “He’s having a bit of a moment, but he wasn’t actually trying to hurt me or anything. It’s just that corruption junk or something.”

“Sweetie,” Mom started softly but her undertone was stern, “We don’t know enough about what the stone did to him, or how unstable that power is. You CAN’T put yourself in the line of fire like that. Leave him be and join us over here.”

Bee nodded, “You should listen to your mom, Hashtag. He already told me off, it’d be best to leave it alone for now.”

 Hashtag moved aside their tic-tac-toe pieces and found the chess box. She hesitated there for a moment with her servos held firmly around its edges. Were they right? Should she just let it go? He did seem pretty upset…but that could be even more reason for her to go back in! She wasn’t afraid of him, she could handle it. He’d seemed way too freaked out about almost hitting her for him to actually want to hurt her directly. 

Twitch hovered behind her, “Tag, you gave it a shot, and I know you really want to fix it, but it isn’t your responsibility to do that alone.”

Hashtag lifted the box and turned to pass her sister on her way back towards the seeker. “I know. And I’m not alone. You guys are still right here if anything actually happens, right? I’m sorry, but I really can’t just leave it and be fine with that. I’d just be thinking about it the whole time I’d be tryna play the games with you guys, and that wouldn’t be fun…So I was thinking I could try and bring game night to him! Just us so maybe it won’t be too overwhelming, but still have something to focus on. I might not be the best at chess, but it seemed like something he’d like more than the luck based things.”

“...That makes sense.” Mo nodded with a casual show of support. “Right mom? Maybe Starscream’s just a wacky introvert.”

Mom sighed. “Fine. I’m proud of you baby, but…just be careful.” Man, everyone keeps acting like Starscream was gonna rip out her spark or something. Hashtag was supposed to be the drama queen around here.

Bee also didn’t seem too thrilled, yet still seemed to understand as he hesitantly sat back down. “Call for backup as soon as there’s more of that lighting stuff. Alright?”

Hashtag flipped out her wheels again to roll backwards and give him a short salute, “Loud and clear!”

“Text me updates!” Twitch called with an extended servo as it was definitely taking a lot for her to let Hashtag go a second time without her.

“I will!” She sang back as she slid in front of Starscream’s doorway. It was sweet how much they were concerned for her, but also a bit silly. Second chances were all about giving that person the benefit of the doubt, but she still knew how to be careful. They had nothing to worry about.

Hashtag slowly entered the room again, popping back out her peds to ready herself just in case he reactively shot her way. Starscream had his servos to his helm again, and his non-booted ped was rapidly bouncing up and down like he was itching to get up and pace. He seemed to be trying to regulate his breathing and muttering different things about the room like those grounding techniques she had shown him. Huh…he actually did keep it in mind. 

“Heyyy, it’s me again.”

His attention immediately whipped her way, but he hesitated like he was calculating what exactly he wanted to say. The fact that she could practically see the equations floating around his head, almost made her laugh. But this was definitely not the appropriate time for that, no matter how hilarious the image was.

Hashtag took the opportunity to creep up closer and sit down across from him as she set down the box. She opened it, and began setting it up with the black pieces on his side while she took white. It was not only kinda funny with the good-guy bad-guy coding, but also a sneaky way of stealing the first move. She’d need to teach him how to play anyway, so it also just made more sense that way.

Starscream was watching her every move closely. That was better than staring into the void. Then even though it really seemed like he wanted to say something–maybe apologize–he kept getting stuck somehow. 

“Okay, so, the gist of this game is that you’re trying to take out your opponent's king before they get yours. First pawn can go two spaces forward, then they can only move one, and they attack diagonally. Rooks go in any straight line until they hit something. Knights do this weird L move. Bishops go diagonally until they hit something. The Queen can basically do literally anything the other pieces can. And the king can move any direction one space.” Hashtag picked up each piece to give a short display of their moves. “He’s more of the damsel in distress with his absolute unit of a kick butt queen! Then, if you completely lock someone in a death grip where there’s no way they can save their king, you call out Checkmate. There’s a bunch of gambits and stuff, but this is more of Nightshade and Twitch’s sort of game honestly. I like to play more casually than worrying about doing a research project for it. I already had to help Twitch with that once when she got WAY too into it. Then Nightshade just always wins. So I’m good at taking the loss if it’ll make you feel better.”

“You shouldn’t be concerned about “making me feel better”, Hashtag.” He finally said something. Starscream was looking down at the board as he took in the rules she’d just thrown at him. No more weird lightning. That was good.

“Well, deal with it.” She retorted casually as she shoved the empty box out of their way. “I know you wanna push everyone away and stuff ‘cause you think everyone’s gonna leave you first, but there will be none of that on my watch! Not everyone sucks, and you can figure out how to not suck too.”

“Hm. Fair enough.”

Hashtag moved her first pawn, “Your turn.”

He actually moved his knight first. Nightshade did that sometimes. She always thought that moving one of the middle pawns was better though. But maybe she was just biased.

They continued though the game silently for a while, then Hashtag got a ping from Twitch. 

[You doing alright? How’s the game going?]

[Yeah we’re chill. I have no idea who’s winning rn lol. Wbu guys?]

[Bee, Dad and Mom are about to destroy us in Pictionary. Apparently they got adult sync mode on or something.]

[Looolll I don’t think that’s a thing. It’s probs mainly cuz Dad is so Bee obsessed that he has like, a plus five mod to his perception on anything Bee related.]

[That’s so unfair.]

“Fullstasis.” Starscream’s monotonous delivery snapped her from her visor conversation. 

“What?”

“Checkmate. Whatever it is. Your…king, is cornered. On one side by this bishop, and the other by the rook behind your knight.”

She stared blankly at the board, “Aw dang it! How’d I not see that?!”

“You were distracted. Plus, I baited you to take my queen, which left you exposed.”

“What the heck man. Aaalllright fine, I’ll reset the board.”

[I’ll ttyl, he already checkmated me somehow, you tellin me about unfair]

[lol, maybe he cheated when you weren’t looking.]

Hashtag rolled her eyes and minimized her chat bubble. She would have noticed him cheating. Maybe…No, she definitely would have. She hadn’t been THAT distracted.

Once the pieces were back in their original places, she moved the same pawn she did the first time. It might seem silly, but unleashing the queen from her pawn-y prison always took priority in Hashtag’s book. Besides, that pawn was obviously the main character, destined to reach the other side on their mission to be the queen's successor should she fall in battle for her king. A thrilling narrative could easily take the bored out of any board game.

Alas, as soon as the brave pawn reached their goal and was set to avenge the queen’s untimely demise, they were struck down by the dark king’s cursed knight. She made their death scene as dramatic as possible, of course. Lifting them up and down from their final square as they reached for the heavens.

“This will not be the last you see of ME! I will rise again as many times as it takes to defeat you, not even death will keep me from taking my revenge!”

Starscream chuckled, “Oh, I am counting on it.”

“Pff, you’ve had better monologues than that.” Hashtag placed the briefly royal pawn to the side, and moved her rook to take his bishop.

“Please. I wasn’t even attempting to supply one. Couldn’t such a rivalry between your odd characters be far more interesting if neither truly wanted it to end?” He took her rook with a pawn. Worth it. That bishop was being far too shady.

She shrugged as she moved another one of her own pawns in an effort to defend. “I guess so. But it’d have to end at some point, no story can go on forever. Ooo, maybe it’d be an enemies to lovers arc!”

“Eugh. No.” He moved his knight to some really weird spot that didn’t seem like it was going to do anything.

“It’d be glorious! It’s like the soulmate trope, where they’re destined to meet and stuff, but instead they’re locked in a reincarnation loop! They’re bound to get over whatever got them mad at each other eventually.” She swooped down her bishop in a position ready to take down his king. 

He immediately canceled her plot with some stupid rook from the other side of the board. “That’s absurd.”

“Okay, fun police. Fantasy doesn’t have to be realistic, Screamy.” Hashtag kicked over his rook with her knight. 

Starscream stared at the board for a long time, before finally moving his queen in range of her king and announcing, “Checkmate.” Again.

“You are way too good at this game for being a noob.”

“Its base principals are actually quite similar to Fullstasis. Skyfire and I used to play any chance we could.” He actually began resetting the pieces himself this time. “So I suppose I am not as inexperienced as you first thought. Surely you have merely been holding back on me.”

“Yeeaaah, tooootally! I’m DEFINITELY going to get you this round, just you watch me!” She was so going to lose. Hashtag had thought that she’d at least be on a more even playing field since it was his first time, but of course he just had to have Cybertronian chess stuff with whoever Skyfire was. They were probably a Decepticon and they played it for war strategies, or something stupidly serious like that with how much of a stiff he was.

The next game went on ridiculously similar to the last two, and it looked like it was going to end the same way. Until Starscream suddenly said she won. That his king was doomed and he was no match for her full power. That didn’t make any sense. How did he notice she won before she did? That wasn’t how it was supposed to work! Did he…LET her win? Usually he hated losing. 

Hashtag confidently accepted his proclamation of her awesomeness. She wasn’t going to call him out on it. Yet it was adorable to think how much of a softy the Decepticon actually was.

A bunch more games passed by with a few close-ish ones, him destroying her, then letting her win others. When suddenly, all the squares aligned as she called out checkmate, and he looked surprised. He actually stared at the board with what looked to be unadulterated disbelief this time, and she started to get worried that he was about to get mad and flip the board or something. But then he laughed, and congratulated her in a far more genuine way than his theatrical applause from before. Like he was proud of her. Wow.

He really was just a big ball of mush under all that ridiculous, evil mastermind scrap after all.

[anonymous-dentist]

Or: Cellbit runs an alchemy shop with his family, and he's also the lost prince of the Gato Kingdom, but he isn't, but he really really isn't, you've gotta believe him, he isn't, really, he isn't, you've gotta-

For day seven of @smallchaoscryptid's Spiderbit Week - Royalty/Family

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The day starts off normally:

Cellbit wakes up to find himself alone in bed, Roier having already gone to work downstairs in the store.

He lazes beneath the covers before hearing his son shouting in the other room. Grudgingly, he gets up, slides on his slippers and his bathrobe, and he goes to get Richarlyson settled with a new coloring book because, according to Richarlyson, Pepito ate the last one.

(Pepito did not eat the last one.)

Cellbit goes back into his bedroom to change, and then he goes to the wash basin in the hallway to brush his teeth and wash his face. He goes to the kitchen, shoves a singe slice of bread in his mouth for breakfast, tells the kids to behave, decides to live in ignorance and believe that they actually listened to him, and then, finally, he goes downstairs to help Roier with the shop.

That's when things get weird because, instead of the normal dozen or so customers they usually get in the mornings before things get busy, there are a handful of people in shiny armor with pointy swords, and there's a woman with cat ears leaning against the counter talking at an indifferent Roier.

Cellbit freezes on the stairs. Absently, his hands raise to his own ears, thankfully pinned down today with his alchemical goggles. He tends to have them out more days than not now, but. Well. Old habits die hard.

"I really don't know what you're talking about," Roier casually say. He isn't even looking at the woman, he's, instead, inspecting his nails- recently painted by Jaiden and absolutely adorable, just like he is. "But we do have a sale on luck potions if you wanna try one of those."

The woman's eyebrow twitches, and, for whatever reason, Cellbit doesn't think that she's here to buy something. Between the fine quality of her clothes and the literal knights with her and her entire aura, she just screams royalty, and that's a bad thing.

That's a really bad thing.

But Roier seems to have it under control, so, silently, Cellbit starts sneaking back up the stairs. If Roier needs him, he'll scream, and then Cellbit will rush down and kill everybody in the room and blame it on a sudden alchemical reaction gone wrong. Easy.

Except:

The door to the living quarters slams open and Pepito comes rushing out of it with tears streaming down his face.

"Apa!" he cries, leaping into Cellbit's arms and nearly sending him stumbling back down the stairs. "Richarlyson ate my crayons and now he's dying!"

(Richarlyson is not dying.)

Cellbit can practically smell the irritation coming off of Roier, even if he can't see him with his back turned to both him and the store and the really annoying royalty inside.

And, sure, Cellbit is annoyed, too, but he's also a father. So he just sighs and holds his son and lets him cry into his shoulder.

"Who's there?" one of the knights asks.

There's the sound of a sword being drawn, and then there's the sound of another sword being drawn and, really, is a peaceful retirement too much to ask for? Pac and Mike got one. Bad got one. Even Etoiles has some sort of retirement plan he's supposedly following between father-daughter dungeon-busting field trips.

The way Pepito is being held has him looking down the stairs and at the very rude people about to kill his parents, so Cellbit turns around so that Pepito is facing the door instead. He's always preferred looking danger in the face, anyway; it's much easier to be stabbed in the back than the front, after all.

Cellbit passively looks from one knight to another. He skips his eyes over the woman entirely. He catches Roier's eye, subtly rolls his own eyes, adjusts his hold on Pepito.

"Sorry," Cellbit says, "but my son is dying. I'll be right back."

"He's dead!" Pepito wails, ever-helpful. He's such a good kid.

The woman frowns. Cellbit doesn't think he likes her face. It's too... uncanny, like a doll come to life. Or, rather, like an image escaped from the mirror above the wash basin, and Cellbit does not like the implications of that, thanks.

As the knights start to advance, the woman holds up a hand to stop them.

"Hurry up," she says.

"Yeah," Roier agrees. "Tell Richas to die quicker, we have company."

Pepito screeches right into Cellbit's ear, making him wince very angrily in Roier's direction; all Roier does is wink and motion with his fingers for Cellbit to hurry up.

Cellbit quickly takes Pepito back into their living quarters and puts him down on the sofa.

Richarlyson is on the floor, very calm, very much not dying, and very much using Pepito's crayons in his own coloring book.

Pepito gasps, tears gone and replaced with wide, shocked eyes.

"But you ate them!" he exclaims.

Cellbit sighs, "Your brother is a magician, now can you two please behave for ten minutes while Roier and I deal with those people downstairs?"

Richarlyson's head perks up. "There are people downstairs?"

Cellbit nods. "Bad people, probably. If you hear glass breaking, you know what to do."

It's Richarlyson's turn to nod.

They have a plan. If things go down in the shop, Richarlyson and Pepito stay upstairs and hide until either Cellbit or Roier goes to get them. If the kids hear glass breaking, they are to escape out their bedroom window and climb down the tree outside and run to their Uncle Bad's house until Cellbit and Roier can get rid of the bad guys and save the day.

(Roier's words, not Cellbit's. Apparently, calling unruly customers or the police "the enemy" is bad. Go figure.)

Cellbit makes the kids both pinky promise him to follow the plan before letting out a long, stressed-out breath and starting back downstairs.

First, though, he dips into the kitchen and grabs his favorite butcher knife from off of the counter and tucks it into the custom-made sheath hidden beneath his jacket. Just in case.

Once downstairs, he's immediately manhandled by the knights until he's pushed up against the counter. Unfortunately, he isn't pushed behind the counter. But at least he can act as a shield... just in case.

On instinct, Cellbit reaches behind himself and takes Roier's hand. Roier takes it and squeezes gently, his thumb rubbing little circles into the skin by his thumb.

"Well," Cellbit says, looking from the knights to the woman, "you want something. What is it."

It isn't a question. It's more of a demand, really, and maybe he's stupid for demanding answers of royalty, but, like. Fuck the monarchy. What have they ever done for him?

The woman speaks: "We're looking for whichever one of you is Cellbit."

If they weren't already pinned down, Cellbit's ears would be flattening themselves to the top of his head. He bites back a hiss and instead just squeezes Roier's hand.

The woman continues with, "I'd like to bring him back with us to-"

"Yeah, okay," Roier casually says. "I'm Cellbit, hello."

Out of the corner of his eye, Cellbit can see Roier waving; he stifles a smile. He's so stupid...

Cellbit turns around and gasps dramatically. "Gatinho, no! You can't leave us!"

Roier bites his lip and looks away, turning his head to the side.

"But guapito," he says, dropping his voice an octave just for effect, "if I don't go, then... what about you and the children? They might-" (He moans and bows his head.) "-kill you. And then what would I do with myself?"

"Oh, don't worry!" the woman quickly says. "We won't hurt your family! That's why we're here, actually, to bring you and your family with us."

Cellbit ignores her. He reaches across the counter and cups Roier's cheek with his free hand, gently nudges his face until he raises his head and looks Cellbit in the eye; Roier's eyes are already wet with unshed tears, wow, he's good.

"But what will I do without you?" Cellbit demands, pitching his voice up just slightly. "Don't be stupid! I love you, pendejo!"

(They do this a lot, believe it or not. It drives Richarlyson crazy every time they do it because it somehow always ends up with them kissing until they're out of breath and shaky in the knees.)

"Não!" Roier cries. He squeezes his eyes shut and rips himself away from Cellbit entirely, staggering back and leaning against a display shelf full of anti-gravity potions. "Don't say that!"

"Say what?" Cellbit asks. "I love you!"

Roier screams and flinches against the case. "Não!"

Cellbit leans over the counter. "I love you."

Roier moans his time, his hands flying out wildly and grasping onto seemingly-random bottles on the shelf. "Não!!"

Cellbit extends a hand. "I. Love. You. Te amo, guapito."

One of the knights asks, "What the fuck is going on?"

And then the knights all start shouting as Roier opens his eyes and lunges to shove a potion into Cellbit's hands.

Cellbit grins and yanks the cork out of the bottle and chugs the potion and slams the empty bottle against the floor. It shatters, and he jumps.

"What the fuck?" the woman demands.

Cellbit twists mid-air and lands on the ceiling. He waves down at Roier, blows him a kiss, and takes off running for the back potion room. The door is closed, but the ventilation window above the door is open because he was supposed to be making potions right now. Silver linings.

He dives through the window, just barely managing to squirm through. He grunts, frowns, regrets getting this old, makes it through.

His goggles are nudged off of his head, though, leaving his ears on full display as he escapes into the potion room.

The woman gasps, "Get back here! Cellbit!"

But Roier just cheers, "Corre, gatinho!"

The potion room's door thuds and shakes in its hinges as the knights all slam against it. But, like, fuck those guys.

Cellbit runs down the length of the ceiling until he's reached the wall facing the alley behind the shop. He steps onto the wall, and then he runs down that until he's by the window. Again, ventilation, he should be working right now, but no, he can never know a moment of peace.

The potion starts running out just as Cellbit crawls through the window and lands on the shop's outside wall. He wrinkles his nose at the smell, but it's fine. Just trash, it's fine.

There's shouting from the front of the shop and the sounds of more bottles shattering. Roier sounds fine, though. He's even laughing, of course he is. He's badass, and Cellbit loves him, and Cellbit just wishes he was there to watch Roier swing his sword around like the sexy piece of shit he is.

The potion's effects wear off as Cellbit's feet touch the ground; two minutes, just as he'd made it to be.

He can see Richarlyson and Pepito running for it at the far end of the alley. Good, they actually followed directions for once.

Cellbit turns to run after them and get Bad's help, but he's stopped by a firm hand grabbing his shoulder from behind.

He snarls and pulls his knife out of his coat, spinning and slashing and just narrowly missing the woman's throat.

"Cellbit!" she shouts. "Calm down, it's just me!"

Cellbit responds by lunging at her with his teeth bared. He's been filing his teeth down for years, but he knows that he still cuts an intimidating figure when he's pissed enough.

The woman doesn't seem afraid, though. If anything, she just seems angry. And sad. Mostly angry.

She easily sidesteps his attack and yells, "It's me! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

Oh, that's cute. Royalty asking why someone would want to hurt them, that's funny. They have the self-awareness of a walnut, all of them.

"Stop shouting 'it's me'!" Cellbit snaps. "Why should I care who you are?"

The woman's face starts turning red from frustration. "Because I'm your sister!"

Oh, that's rich.

"I don't have a sister," Cellbit sneers.

He swipes at her. Of course he does, he doesn't have a sister. He didn't have a family before he and the others found Richarlyson, and he only has one now that he has his kids and his husband.

"Then why do we have the same ears?" the woman demands.

She ducks under his knife and sweeps his legs out from under him. He falls and hisses and growls and does all sorts of things that princes might do because he isn't royalty. He knows that for certain. His first memory was him eating the corpse of a soldier on an empty battlefield, and it's with that image in mind that he snaps his teeth at the woman's throat.

"Only the royal family of the Gato Kingdom is born with feline features," the woman snaps. "Idiot!"

"Fuck the Gato Kingdom," Cellbit spits. "Your war destroyed everything I had!"

The woman's eyes turn sad. "It destroyed everything I had, too. It took my family from me. My friends. My home. We're just now starting to rebuild, and-"

She shrieks as Cellbit manages to flip their positions so that she's the one being pinned to the ground.

"So you show up and try kidnapping someone to fill in for your lost prince?" he snarls. "You people haven't changed."

The woman's mouth thins into an angry line. "I'm not trying to kidnap you! I just want to bring you home!"

"I don't have a home! This is my home!"

"You really don't remember, do you?" she asks, voice low. She isn't even struggling any more, not really. "It's me, your sister. Bagi."

The name stings Cellbit's brain in a way he doesn't like.

"I don't know you," he firmly says. "You don't know me. Leave my family alone."

He stands, hands shaking, head spinning. He doesn't like this.

Roier calls his name from the front of the building.

Cellbit, sure that this Bagi won't do anything while she's busy crying, turns and starts running towards the store.

He doesn't make it three steps before getting thwacked in the back of the head with something large and heavy and metal.

"Sorry," Bagi flatly says.

As he falls to the ground, his knife falls from his hand and ends up just out of reach.

He lands on his stomach and immediately tries standing again.

But he's stopped by a foot on his back pressing him down.

"I'll be sure to bring your family with us," Bagi tells him. "I'm not here to hurt you."

"Could have fooled me," Cellbit mutters.

Darkness takes him at last as Bagi smacks him again with her weapon, and all Cellbit can think is that he hopes that the kids ended up making it to Bad's after all.

[majinbangus]

Gonna sound weird but can you do something where after soap gets shot him and the reader meet up again during that and the reader sees his arm wound and licks at the blood. She doesn’t have to be a vampire but she just happens to be a little weird.

doesn't sound weird, nonnie, i like this a lot! i actually had a similar thought here (our brains must be on the same wavelength ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)) and another one where soap licked up reader's blood here

》 18+

He's not a medic, but he's pretty sure—given common sense and his basic first aid training—that wounds are typically cleaned with an antiseptic of some kind. So to say he is a little caught off guard to your unique approach is an understatement. In all his experiences with wounds and getting them treated, never has he experienced a more unorthodox method of cleaning them.

"Uh, lass?" His voice is unintentionally raspy, Scottish brogue a little bit thicker, but he can't help it. Not with you doing what you're doing. Soap doesn't blink as he stares at you, swallowing thickly. The muscles in his bicep spasm, but it has nothing to due with the bullet wound he suffered from. He's barely aware of it. "What're y'doin'?"

You don't answer him right away, too focused on your task, eyes closed and cold fingers holding his warm forearm to keep him still. The caress of your tongue, wet and warm, dragging against his skin and lapping up rivulets of blood is something he never knew he needed to feel. He can't look away from the intense concentration on your face, unaffected by the taste of iron, nose not even crinkling in disgust. He feels a little twitch in his pants.

When you pull away, the look on your face doesn't help the sudden tightness pressing against his zipper. You look beautiful. Chin and lips smeared lightly with his blood, you appear almost drunk, the adorable drowsy blink doing nothing but enhancing your intoxicated appearance.

"Sorry." You swipe your thumb across your bottom lip and suck it into your mouth to lick it clean. "I know we gotta meet up with Ghost soon, but that looks like it hurts. Hope you don't mind I cleaned it a little; I know it's still kinda messy, but I don't have anything to wipe it with."

"It's okay," He croaks weakly, doing his damnedest to ignore the raging hard on in his pants. "I don't even feel it."

"You sure?" You squint at him as if you don't believe it, but it's true.

He's too high strung on the phantom feeling of your tongue on his skin. On the near blissed-out look you had after tasting him. He wonders if that's how you look when you—

Soap clears his throat and gives you a tight smile, resisting the urge to adjust himself and firmly keeps both hands planted at his side as he stares at the blood still smudged on your face, imagining a more milky white color to the fluid. "I'm sure."

[mousathe14]

So as I mentioned before, Young Justice was interrupted by a whole “Sins of Youth” event where everyone’s ages were screwed up.

So we just finished Aquaman & Lagoon Boy as well as Batman & Robin’s stories

That’s still 4 more pillars of Young Justice left. So let’s see what Impulse is up to.

Dressing down Wally. This reversal is definitely something. How is Impulse a more mature adult than Wally is as an adult?

And yeah, Wally’s been going on about his honeymoon since the Jr. Justice League segment.

Superman and Batman are off protecting their cities, everyone else is trying to find solutions to their predicament, and all Wally can think about is his honeymoon.

I can understand wanting to tell Linda what happened but I don’t think that’s what his plans are.

Their relationship is fascinating and I’m glad the first thing he did after trying to get Wally to slow down was to see the most important person in his life, Max. Give him reassurance, bounce off ideas, like peer rather than a pupil/nuisance/weird family member.

I’m glad they get to have this moment, Max seeing Bart have maturity and smart ideas. Seeing the most important person in his life be a grown up.

I gotta get back to the Impulse comics of this era. I’m so far behind but man, the new art is painful to get through. But I gotta know what’s up with Max.

NOW! On to the funny bit.

Now that’s what I like to see, horror at this new state of affairs.

Since Linda is a reporter her plan is to use her connections to help put a positive spin on the heroes. But…

Boy’s got a honeymoon to get to. It’s almost all he talked about as soon as he got kid-ified.

Linda is not impressed. In fact she cannot stand the very idea of kissing this OG Teen Titan.

Wallace is right, he may be bad, but Aquaman is ten times worse.

You know, that’s a shoulder hug but it almost doesn’t look like it.

So the plan is for Wally and Bart to go on a worldwide media blitz, basically a publicity stunt to do a bunch of interviews over the course of mere minutes each. It doesn’t go well and it’s not particularly interesting.

Honestly this is the worst scene:

The idea that Bart’s aroace coding is because he isn’t old enough?

I recognize the council has made a decision, but given that it's a stupid-ass decision, I've elected to ignore it.

This isn’t even being done by one of his main writers, it’s being written by, lemmie check…

DWAYNE MCDUFFIE!?

You’re one of my heroes, man, how could you do this to me and to Impulse?

Okay, let’s cheer myself up with some Bart roasting Wally. He’s gonna be taller than Wally, that’s funny.

And he’s right, the piss costume is a bad costume. He looks like discount Reverse Flash. He looks like someone was trying to make a Reverse Flash costume from a thrift store. Why would you make your PRIMARY costume color look like Reverse Flash’s?

Impulse is right, Wally donning a Kid-Impulse costume is the way to go.

Also here’s a cute Red Tornado scene

I don’t know what he’s listening to but the fact that he kind of enjoys being a kid and he’s listening to some kind of rock and roll is really adorable.

The idea that Reddy feels cut off from his humanity is ridiculous. He couldn’t be more human right now.

So the rapid fire interviews don’t go well. Too busy being heroes.

But we end with this nice little scene.

Impulse shows how much he’ll grow, finding the rescuing of others to be more important than good press.

Which is very much in character anyway, Bart is many things but egotistical isn’t one of them. While Wally acknowledges that as one of his flaws.

Bart wouldn’t know what to do with the press other than be goofy or say “hi” to Max. He’s kind of a show off but entirely for his amusement because he still processes things like a video game.

But we finish this section off with Wally actually being sweet by comparing Bart to Barry, which is probably the nicest thing he’ll ever say to him (that’s not true, he’ll say nice things to him in The Flash comics of the era, eventually).

Man, everyone loves Barry so much, but I guess when you run yourself to death saving reality itself people can only have nice things to say about you.

I should consider reading the Flash Volume 1 but uh, if Wally is this little of a character as an adult I can’t imagine how much worse it would be for Barry in older comics.

[lavenlady]

can we please get more of MCB×Transformers? It could be a sequel to the first one you wrote or a whole new chapter!

Of course! Here you go Anon! Enjoy! @lutaaaslostacc-d8

❇︎ Transported ✈ | Platonic Metal Cardbot x Starscream!Cybertronian!Gn!Reader - part 2

part 1, part 3

It was afternoon, the traffic was slowly dying down as nearly everyone already returned home after school or work. You were relaxing in the forest that Anna showed you the other day. You couldn't bring yourself to deny her tour and so you obliged. Now you have chosen to come here to think in quiet surroundings, your processor slowing down to let you bask in the laziness for once.

That didn't last long as soon you heard hushed voices near your place of resting, there were two? Three? You think as you tried to listen in to their conversation. They were talking about Machina? What even is Machina? The Metal Breath? You seriously felt stupid. Those words never appeared on internet or any human dictionary you have checked.

You were about to step closer, but those voices beat you to it. It made you really think, if you heard three, then why did you see only a korean boy? Jun Grant to be exact, a classmate of Anna. What was he doing here? You thought to transform and fly away, but who would believe the kid that he saw a robot as tall as a building?

" Who are you? " You looked at the watch the kid had ... Did it just talk to you? You shook your helm to clear your processor. You then saw a hologram coming out from the watch, it was a helm of a ... He for sure wasn't Cybertronian. It appeared he was the one who asked the question.

" They are probably another Cardbot, we just gotta seal them up! " Did they just ask something and then ignore you? And what even does it mean 'seal them up'? The kid then from nowhere took out a card and inserted it into the watch. Were watches supposed to do that?

After that it was a flash of light and before you stood the owner of the hologram helm. He was really little compared to you, only reaching to your hip area. He looked like he transformed into a police car, the colors and structure matched. On top of his helm shined a golden emblem? It clearly was ment to represent a rank of something. He took a battle stance, it was a good one, but not better than yours.

" Blue Cop, set up! " So his name was Blue Cop? Quite ironic. You couldn't shake the feeling of worry, wasn't he a little bit too young to fight? After yet another flash of light he equipped his weapon. It covered his right servo and arm, crackling with small sparks of electricity.

He went to attack, but hadn't expected you to simply grab him behind his neck cabling, picking him up into the air. With that he couldn't gain any momentum to land a decent hit.

" And who may you be? " You rose him higher to your optic level, staring at him, wondering what even was he. He was an entirely new species you have met in this weird world. Though you were happy you met Anna and her family, they were good people.

" Blue Cop, need a hand? " Another voice rung out from the watch, showing yet another ... Cardbot? How many could fit there? With your attention elsewhere, the police car hit you straight into the face-plates, managing to get out of your grip.

You took a step back and watched as another Cardbot appeared, a dump truck with a shield. He rushed at you, only to be swayed away by your arm, successfully knocking him unconscious as he hit a tree quite hard.

" Mega Trucker! " And that was the orange one's name. Well, you were supposed to be back in 15 minutes to help Anna with her chores for today, you couldn't really waste your time fighting some younglings. With that you transformed into your alt-mode. Staying in the air as you observed their interactions.

Jun looked up at you and visibly clenched his fists. You knew their names, so why not tell them yours too?

" I am [Y/N] and I do not have time for this. " You rose into the air, but not without hearing the kid say that he is going to seal you one day. That made you remember how Anna said that Jun never gave up on anything. It made you sweat drop, you hoped he would just leave you and Anna alone, but we will have to see.

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( Hope you liked it! )

(Master list)

( Request away! )

[miintsprigz]

Hi again!! Was wonderin if ya could do some hcs of Scout, Pyro, Sniper, Engi, and Medic with a reader who loves to give and show them drawings they made, but gets pretty nervous when they watch them draw? If this isn't exactly yer cuppa tea or you just genuinely do not know how to write this, feel free to just ignore this request:]

Hope you have an excellent day/night/evening/afternoon/noon!!>:DD

Ah, I think I recognize you there! Good to hear from you again. I’ll give it a shot!

GN! Shy Artist Reader x Mercs

Characters: Scout, Pyro, Sniper, Engineer, Medic (TF2)

Warnings: None

Scout ⚾️

• The two of you tend to draw while you hang out, just chatting in the meantime.

• He absolutely adored your work, and loved watching you make it.

• But when you pulled your sketchbook to your chest quick, he seemed confused.

• “Hey! You good?” “Yeah, I uh…I just feel weird when you’re watching me draw.” “Huh? You don’t gotta feel embarrassed, doll!”

• “…You know when you tried to pull off a jump while Spy and Demo were watching the other day…” At this reminder, Scout gave you a teasing scowl—not genuinely mad, just embarrassed remembering that.

• “Ah geez—yeah, if they hadn’t spooked me by starin’ at me like a buncha creeps—oh.” “You get it now?”

• He got…a little confused. “Am I makin’ it worse? Aw man, I’m sorry—” “No, no! I just—that awkwardness? Yeah.” “Ohhh, I think I gotcha…”

•Scout, uh, scooted over on the bed a little and eventually sat back down with his back against yours. “There. This’ll fix it!” Both of you erupted into laughter.

•In all seriousness though, he respected your wishes. He keeps everything you make for him in his room, aside from a small doodle or two that he carries on him to work at all times…awww.

Pyro 🔥

•You and Pyro lay sprawled on the floor, with a can of colored pencils and a box of crayons respectively.

•They’re actually quite good when it comes to color, pairing different hues together. It’s hard to tell exactly what they’re drawing, but sometimes you can faintly make it out.

•You suddenly felt eyes very intently locked onto you and jerked your head up.

• “Hm??”, came through the mask, muffled. “Uh…could you um…”

•They did that curious little head tilt, tenderly reaching for your hand. If you needed to tell them something, they wanted to make sure they heard it!

• “I feel nervous when you watch me draw. I know it’s silly, but—” “Ah!” Genuine surprise from the masked figure. They’d had no idea.

•Immediately, there were muffled apologies from under the mask, quickly hugging you. “Hey hey, it’s okay! I’m not mad. I just figured I should tell you. You’re okay, Py.”

• “Mmph?” “Yes, dear. I promise.” Giggling a little now, they pulled their free hand over the eyeholes of the mask like a visor, blocking you from view. You chuckled along with them.

•Later on, as the two of you shared drawings, you made out a familiar visage—that of you, with a couple bright red hearts drawn nearby. “Hehe, I love you too.”

Sniper 🏹

• Mick didn’t often watch you draw, honestly. The two of you tended to do your own thing in the same space, talking occasionally. Even that was enough.

• Once you caught him watching on what was kind of an off day though. You kind of just stared back up at him.

• Sniper cocked an eyebrow. “Why’d ya stop?” Biting the inside of your cheek, you looked off to the side.

• You felt the bed next to you sink down a little as he moved closer. “Hey. Ya got somethin’ ya wanna say?” His voice was softer, more cautious. “…cuz ya know, I’d like to hear that.”

• Shuffling a bit to get more comfortable next to him, you sighed. “I don’t know how to explain it, but…I feel weird when people watch me draw.” “Yeah?”

• You nodded. “Kinda see what ya mean, I guess. Ya think they’ll judge the work-in-progress?” You silently agreed.

• A slight smile brightened his features. “Well, dunno if it helps, but I know a lil better, love.” His shoulder brushed against yours as you moved a bit closer.

• “I love everythin’ you make. And I know that you know what yer doin. But…if you’re more comfortable with me not lookin’, I get that too. That’s fine.”

• He went to move away, but you quickly clasped his shoulder softly, indicating that he could stay. “Maybe, I could try to keep going?” A laugh broke through as you admitted, “Besides, I like sitting next to you.”

• Humming contently, the Aussie planted the briefest of kisses on the top of your head. “Arright, darlin. You just lemme know.”

• As you kept working on that page, you did notice when he was watching, and it wasn’t easy, but after that he would have periods of staring off into space instead.

• There was a conciseness to it. He’d taken what you’d said to heart. Still, though, he seemed happy…and you were, too.

Engineer 🔧

• Dell had gathered quite a collection of your art by now, kept it on the wall of his workshop. He showed it off proudly to anyone who happened to enter, even if visitors tended to be few and far between.

• One night, you kept him company as he worked overtime on a new design for a model. While he worked, you did too.

• After a while though, you could tell someone was looking at you. As your gaze lifted, you caught him sneaking a peek from his desk, right next to the table where you sat.

• “Aw, did I break yer focus there? Sorry, honey.” “No no, it’s okay, Engie…I could put it away for now anyway, if you want something—”

• “No problem, (Y/N)! You can keep right on with that if ya like.” A somewhat sheepish smile came to your face.

“Hey, Engie…can you keep a secret?”

• “Mmm?” “…I get sorta nervous when people watch me draw.” A knowing sort of smile slowly crossed the Texan’s face, sliding his goggles up to rest on his forehead for a moment.

• “You wanna know a secret?”

“Hmm?”

A nostalgic sort of thoughtfulness crept into his voice. “I used ta be the same way.”

• “Really?” You never pictured the mellow, easygoing Engineer to ever be self-conscious in that way.

“Yup.”

• “People would ask me all sorts a’ questions while they watched me build. ‘How ya gonna make that work?’ ‘What’s that do?’ ‘Why’d ya put that there?’ Drove me crazy. Part of the reason I got a shop, I s’pose.”

• He held a spare nut and bolt, twisting them together and apart as he talked, somewhat absentmindedly. Eyes wandering a bit, but always making their way back to you.

• “But here’s somethin’ I think you oughta hear, although I’d never try ta make ya change. Your work is yours, darlin’. Yours and yours alone. Ya make such beautiful things. I’m not askin’ myself what you’re doin’ when I watch, cuz I already know.”

• He put the fidget aside and reached for your hand with a sweet smile. “Why do you like to watch me work?”

• You could feel your face redden just a bit, and grinned at the floor for a moment. He chuckled at this, in a lighthearted way though. “Cuz it’s really cool how you make everything work, and how smart you are with your designs.”

• “Yep. That’s why I like watchin’ you work. Own the process, (Y/N). It’s all yours. You know exactly what you’re doin.”

• “Thanks, Dell.” “Of course, honey. Of course.” From that moment onward, it seemed like he tried not to watch for too long, but when he did, you remembered his words. And it didn’t feel quite as nerve-wracking then.

Medic 💉

• Medic absolutely loved to watch you draw. It was fascinating to him. Seeing how giddy he got, it took you a while to work up the guts to tell him.

• “Is something wrong, Liebe? You’ve been stopped for a while now.”

“Yeah, uh…Medic, I wanna tell you something, but it’s weird.”

“Oh?”

• “I uh…I feel kinda…nervous, I guess? When people watch me draw.”

“…might I ask why?” He seems genuinely perplexed by this. “I think it’s fascinating.”

• Yeah, yeah he would. You weren’t sure how to explain this to him—you knew for sure that he didn’t mind when people watched him at work, he operated on fully conscious people!

• You sighed softly, unsure of how to make this make sense to him. A hand rested on your shoulder for a moment. “(Y/N), I can see this means a lot to you. And as much as I love watching you at work…I love you even more. So I’ll stop doing that.”

A smile crept up on you, glancing back up at him.

“I appreciate it a lot, love. Sorry I can’t put it into words.”

“No need to be sorry! But…I do have one request.”

“Yeah?”

• A sheepish sort of smile came to the doctor’s face. “I can…still see the finished product, right? And maybe, instead of me watching, you could tell me how you put everything together?”

“Of course! No problem.”

“Ah, wunderbar!”

I’ve been very tired lately so I’m sorry this took me so long, and that it’s sorta short/repetitive. I appreciate your patience!

[6azia]

Lie | Silco x m!reader

—summary. Y/N needs a drink again and Sevika is kinda there for him

—content warning. drinking

—word count. 2,2k

—azia‘s notes. -

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The morning started the same way it always did—waking up on the stiff couch in Singed's lab, rubbing the exhaustion from his eyes, and immediately diving into work.

For two hours, Y/N kept his hands busy, tinkering with formulas and modifying a few outdated mechanisms lying around. The repetitive work helped settle his thoughts, forcing his mind away from anything unnecessary.

Away from him.

But as time passed, the itch to leave grew stronger.

He hadn't seen Jinx since last night, and if he was being honest, it felt weird not having her buzzing around him, talking his ear off about whatever chaotic plan she had in mind for the day.

So, after wrapping up what he could, he left the lab and made his way back toward the Last Drop.

By the time he arrived, the place was alive with noise, people moving in and out, the usual chaos of Zaun thriving within the walls of Silco's domain.

It didn't take long to find her.

Jinx was sitting cross-legged on the counter of the bar, her arms thrown behind her for support as she leaned back, idly watching the people below.

As soon as she spotted Y/N, she perked up, a grin spreading across her face. "Hey, hey! Took you long enough!"

Y/N rolled his eyes, striding over. "I've been busy."

"Yeah, yeah, excuses," she waved him off before hopping down. "Anyway, c'mon, I wanna make something."

Y/N raised a brow as she grabbed his wrist and tugged him toward one of the empty back rooms.

Once inside, she slammed the door shut and spun around with a bright grin. "Alright, let's make a bomb."

Y/N blinked. "...Just like that?"

"Just like that," she confirmed, already moving toward the worktable filled with all sorts of materials.

Y/N let out a sigh but didn't protest.

Instead, he took his place beside her, rolling up his sleeves as they got to work.

Jinx, as always, chattered the entire time, her voice filling the space as she threw question after question at him.

At first, they were harmless—things about his past, how he learned to build, what his favorite color was.

He answered everything, humoring her curiosity while assembling the base of the bomb.

But then, as she twisted some wires together, she suddenly glanced up at him, eyes shining with a hint of mischief.

"So," she drawled, "what do you think about my dad?"

Y/N froze.

He forced himself to keep moving, focusing on the fuse in his hands.

Silco.

Of all the things she could have asked, why that?

He cleared his throat, keeping his voice even. "I think he's... okay."

Jinx tilted her head, scrutinizing him for a moment. "Just okay?"

Y/N exhaled, shooting her a flat look. "Do you want me to say something else?"

Jinx giggled. "Nah, it's just funny 'cause I think he kinda likes you."

Y/N's heart stuttered in his chest, but he didn't let it show.

He scoffed, shaking his head. "I doubt that."

"No, really!" Jinx insisted. "I mean, he lets you stick around all the time, even though you're not technically one of us."

Y/N shrugged. "Maybe it's just a professional thing."

The words felt strange on his tongue, like something he was trying to convince himself of more than Jinx.

Jinx rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that."

Y/N ignored the way his stomach twisted.

Instead, he focused on tightening the last bolt of the bomb, pretending not to notice the way his own words felt like a lie.

As soon as Jinx finished putting the final touches on the bomb, she practically bolted out of the room, cradling it like a prized trophy.

"I gotta show Dad!" she called over her shoulder, already halfway out the door before Y/N could say anything.

He barely had time to process her absence before the room felt too quiet.

Now, he was just sitting there, staring at the scattered tools and half-empty bottles of chemicals.

The exhaustion from the past few days was catching up to him, making his limbs feel heavy, his thoughts sluggish.

And, of course, his mind drifted right back to Silco.

He hated how often his thoughts did that lately—how they always seemed to circle back to that man, to the way his hands lingered, to the way his voice softened when he spoke to Y/N alone.

To the way his leg brushed against his under the table that night.

He exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples as if that would make it all disappear.

Before he could spiral any further, a familiar voice cut through his thoughts.

"Ey Chem, you look like shit."

Y/N looked up to see Sevika standing in the doorway, arms crossed, eyeing him like he was a stray cat that wandered in.

He scoffed, leaning back in his chair. "Yeah? I feel like shit, too."

Sevika smirked. "Then get a drink. It'll either fix it or make it worse—either way, it'll be entertaining for me."

Y/N rolled his eyes, but he was already pushing himself up, stretching out his stiff limbs. "Guess I don't have anything better to do."

Sevika led him out into the main hall of the Last Drop, where the usual rowdy atmosphere buzzed around them.

She made her way to a table where a few others were already gathered, shuffling a deck of cards.

"Wanna play?" she asked, already grabbing her own drink.

Y/N shook his head. "I'll pass."

But he still sat down, taking the offered glass of liquor without hesitation.

At first, he just nursed his drink, watching as Sevika and the others played, listening to the occasional curses and laughter as bets were won and lost.

But at some point—somewhere between his second and fourth drink—he started leaning into Sevika's side, his head lolling against her shoulder as the alcohol settled into his system.

"You're a lightweight," Sevika muttered, clearly amused.

Y/N just huffed, not really registering her words. "M'not."

"You so are."

He would've argued, but honestly, he was too far gone to care.

The warmth of the liquor, the low hum of conversations, the dim lighting—it all blurred together into a comfortable haze.

At least, until someone else approached.

"Well, well," a smooth voice purred from beside him. "Didn't expect to see you here."

Y/N sluggishly turned his head, blinking at the unfamiliar man who had pulled up a chair beside him.

He was tall, with slicked-back hair and a grin that was too self-assured.

Y/N didn't like him immediately.

"Who're you?" he mumbled.

The man chuckled, resting his arm on the table. "Just someone interested in getting to know you better."

Sevika snorted. "Good luck with that."

Y/N frowned, his intoxicated mind trying to process the situation.

Something about this guy rubbed him the wrong way.

Or maybe it was just the fact that, for some reason, he really wanted to be somewhere else right now.

Somewhere quieter.

Somewhere safer.

And, despite himself, somewhere that smelled like cigars and expensive cologne.

The man leaned in closer, his grin widening as he tried to catch Y/N's gaze. "Come on, don't be shy. I've heard a lot about you. Don't ya work under Silco, huh? Must be a real pain. Wouldn't such a pretty thing as yourself want to go somewhere more private to relax."

Y/N's brow furrowed, his head swimming as he tried to focus. "M'not... I'm not..." he slurred, his words trailing off as he struggled to form a coherent sentence. He felt Sevika shift beside him, her mechanical arm clinking softly as she adjusted her cards. She shot the man a sharp look, her voice low and warning. "Back off, jackass. He's not in the mood for your nonsense."

The man chuckled, unfazed. "Relax, killer lady. I'm just being friendly. No harm in that, right?" He reached out, his fingers brushing against Y/N's arm in a way that made him flinch. Y/N recoiled, his body instinctively leaning further into Sevika's side. "Don't... touch me," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper but laced with a rare edge of defiance.

Sevika's eyes narrowed, her patience wearing thin. She opened her mouth to tell the guy exactly where he could shove his "friendliness," but before she could, a familiar voice cut through the noise like a blade.

"Is there a problem here?"

The table fell silent, the air suddenly thick with tension. Y/N's hazy gaze lifted, and there he was—Silco. His mismatched eyes glinted in the dim light, his presence commanding and unmistakable. He stood a few feet away, his hands clasped behind his back, his expression calm but with an undercurrent of something darker. The man who had been bothering Y/N froze, his grin faltering as he realized who had just interrupted.

"N-no, sir," the man stammered, quickly pulling his hand back. "Just... just having a friendly chat."

Silco's gaze flicked to Y/N, who was still slumped against Sevika, his face flushed and his eyes half-lidded. For a moment, Silco's expression softened, a flicker of something almost tender passing over his features before it was gone, replaced by his usual cool demeanor. He stepped closer, his voice low and measured. "Y/N doesn't look like he's in the mood for friendly chats."

The man swallowed hard, nodding quickly. "Right. Of course. My mistake." He stood abruptly, nearly knocking over his chair in his haste to leave. Silco watched him go, his gaze lingering for a moment before he turned his attention back to Y/N and Sevika.

Sevika raised an eyebrow, her tone dry. "You're welcome."

Silco ignored her, his focus entirely on Y/N. He reached out, his fingers gently tilting Y/N's chin up so their eyes met. "You're drunk," he stated, though there was no judgment in his voice—just a quiet observation.

Y/N blinked up at him, his lips parting as if to argue, but no words came out. Instead, he just nodded weakly, his head lolling slightly in Silco's grasp. Silco sighed, his thumb brushing lightly over Y/N's cheek before he released him. "Come with me," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Sevika shifted, her arm tightening slightly around Y/N as if to keep him in place. "He's fine where he is," she said, her voice firm.

Silco's gaze flicked to her, his expression unreadable. "I wasn't asking, Sevika."

The two locked eyes for a moment, a silent battle of wills playing out between them. Finally, Sevika relented, her lips curling into a smirk as she released Y/N. "Fine. But if he pukes on your fancy shoes, that's on you."

Silco didn't dignify that with a response. Instead, he slid an arm around Y/N's waist, pulling him to his feet with surprising ease. Y/N stumbled, his legs unsteady, but Silco held him firmly, his grip both possessive and protective. "Let's get you somewhere quieter," he murmured, his voice low enough that only Y/N could hear.

Y/N didn't protest, his head falling against Silco's shoulder as he was guided away from the table. The noise of the bar faded into the background as Silco led him through the crowd, his presence enough to part the sea of patrons without a word. They reached the stairs, and Silco paused, glancing down at Y/N. "Can you walk?"

Y/N nodded, though his steps were clumsy as they ascended the stairs. Silco's arm remained around him, steadying him every time he swayed. By the time they reached Silco's office, Y/N was practically leaning on him entirely, his breath warm against Silco's neck.

Silco pushed the door open, guiding Y/N inside before closing it behind them. The office was quiet, the only sound was the soft hum of the city outside the window. Silco led Y/N to the couch, gently lowering him onto it before taking a seat beside him. For a moment, he just looked at him, his gaze lingering on Y/N's flushed face and tousled hair.

"You shouldn't let yourself get like this," Silco said finally, his voice soft but firm. "It's not safe."

Y/N blinked up at him, his expression hazy but earnest. "M'sorry," he mumbled, his words slurred. "Didn't mean to..."

Silco shook his head, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from Y/N's forehead. "You don't need to apologize. Just... be more careful. Not everyone has your best interests at heart."

Y/N's eyes fluttered shut, his head tilting into Silco's touch. "You do," he murmured, his voice barely audible.

Silco froze, his hand stilling against Y/N's skin. For a moment, he just stared at him, his chest tightening with an emotion he couldn'tw quite name. Then, slowly, he leaned in, his lips brushing against Y/N's forehead in a gesture that was almost tender. "Rest," he said quietly. "I'll make sure no one bothers you."

And as Y/N drifted off, his head resting against Silco's shoulder, Silco couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction. After all, Y/N was his. And he wasn't about to let anyone else lay a finger on him.

@chezze-its

[inf3ct3dd]

00. PROLOUGE

warnings: cheating, brief mentions of alchohol

authors note: starting yall off on a depressing note!!! dw it’ll get happier…for a while…

masterlist. next chapter.

the fizzy drink fell in front of you, falling all over your shoes and the floor of whoever-the-fucks house this was.

you had went to get yourself another drink, leaving ellie by herself across the room.

well, she wasn’t by herself for long.

under the color changing lights, you could see ellie ‘talking’ to someone. a girl. you couldn’t make out who she was in the lighting, but they sure looked like they knew each other.

you saw her rest her hands on the girls waist, the same way she did with you.

thats a little weird…..

and then you saw the kiss. the girl pulling ellies face towards hers, closing the already small gap between the two of them.

thats a lot more fucking weird.

ellie, your girlfriend, your ride to this party, was making out with another girl against the wall.

was she just…waiting for you to walk away? waiting for your attention to falter from her for 5 minutes so she could go mouth-fuck some random girl?

as the kiss went on for what seemed like forever, you felt warm tears trickle down your cheeks, leaving dark muddy-grey lines in their trail

your feet were planted to the floor. you were holding back loud sobs, breath hitching in your throat as the scene continued. the loud blaring music and the tension from trying not to start absolutely wailing mixed with how tipsy you were was extremely overwhelming, and you were begging yourself to just move. walk away. but you couldn’t.

you felt like it would last forever, until you heard someone yell ellies name from behind you. she broke from the kiss, looking in the direction she heard the yell from, and while her eyes searched the room, she found you.

black tears streaming down your face, arms hopelessly dangling at your sides, and your bottom lip shaking.

you had been so excited to go to this party, missing ellie since she was so busy with ‘soccer practice.’

‘tryouts are soon babe, gotta be prepared.’

yeah fucking right.

she held eye contact with you for a second, before b- lining across the room towards you.

suddenly, you could move.

you quickly made your way towards the door, heels clanking against the hardwood as you walked. you didn’t want to talk to her. didn’t want to hear her ‘explain what happened.’ hear her apologize, hear her at all. because you knew if you did, you’d fully fall on the floor sobbing in front of the random people at this party.

ellie didn’t let you get away though. even though she probably was lying about practicing for tryouts, she was still fast as shit, practically running behind you.

“babe? are you alright?”

you felt her place a hand on your shoulder from behind you, stopping you from stepping out the door.

her touch alone made you want to wail, but you took a deep, shaky breath and kept walking.

“babe? where are you going?”

to tell the truth? you had no idea. your house was no where near here, and your only ride was ellie- given that you were absolutely broke and could not afford an uber home.

after walking at least a block away from the house, and ignoring ellies questions, you finally took a deep breath and turned around.

“hey, whats going on with you?”

is she fucking serious?

“are you seriously asking me that right now?”

ellie obviously knew you saw her. there would be no reason for you to be standing in the middle of that living room with tears on your face, staring in her direction. was she trying to act oblivious? or was she just stupid?

you looked back at her, crossing your arms in front of you and staring at her. her eyes glistening under the street lights, while your whole face was shiny with tears. it was taking everything in you to not absolutely break down on this sidewalk.

“did someone like, tell you i did something?”

“no one had to tell me,”

you choked back a whimper, about to break into tears again.

“i saw you, ellie.”

ellies face dropped at your words. her mouth was slightly agape, eyes widened in shock.

“saw me do what?”

she asked, fake confusion in her voice.

her false ignorance made you wish you hadn’t dropped that drink on the ground, wishing you still had it so you could throw it in her face.

“oh i don’t know, maybe you making out with dina the second i walked away from you?”

ellies face fell into a frown as she stared back at you.

“babe, she was just-“

“just what ellie? literally what fucking excuse are you about to make up?”

she opened her mouth to say something, before quickly closing it again.

at least she knew better.

she avoided eye contact with you, now staring at the ground. she let out a loud exhale, fidgeting with the rings on her fingers.

there was a tense silence between the two of you, tears now fully streaming down your face as you looked back at her.

she reached forward and tried to touch you, but you pushed her hand away.

“can you just….take me home?”

she gave you a quick nod before walking back over to her car, you following behind her. as much as you didn’t want to be trapped in a car with her for 20 minutes, you definitely didn’t want to walk for an hour, in heels nonetheless.

she walked over and pressed the button on her keychain, unlocking the door and opening it for you. you stepped in and closed it yourself, the way she always did for you.

the car ride back to your house was completely silent, aside from an occasional sniffle from the passenger seat.

ellie had almost rested her hand on your thigh, but she quickly stopped herself.

she finally pulled up to your house, and you let yourself out of the car, still not saying a word. you heard a faint “bye” from ellie as you shut the door. you left her with no reply.

she sat and watched you walk inside your house before driving away. the second you got inside, you practically ran up the stairs and closed your door behind you, breaking out into loud sobs on the floor in front of it.

you sat there for hours, holding your legs to your chest and burying your head in the space between them, crying your eyes out.

you had lied about dumb things for attention since you were little. well….not lying, just embellishing the truth a bit! like making up stories when you didn’t know what to say. or when you did something wrong and you needed to get out of it. a survival mechanism.

you wished this was one of those made up stories.

[toorurii]

asking again becuz i love this dude… i would love to know more about basil (basile??) basil. ANY facts ANY info

HELP I actually saw ur first ask but I wanted to make his TH first before I went all in on answering 😭 I’m in the middle of revamping him rn but I can tell u some bits and pieces that are probably gonna stay w/ him!! Super happy that u like him bc I adore that guy and he’s one of my oldest OCs (since I was like 15 I think..)

- Name is pronounced buh-seal!

- he’s 6’9” (I know)(it was a joke and now I’m committing to the bit) and polar bear themed! So he’s very tanky and hits really hard if he’s pushed to doing that… his grip strength is nuts

-He’s a VERY powerful sorcerer, and actually classified as a mortal that has the ability to actually kill an angel or demon in my universe canon if he puts his mind to it

- A healer, but it stems from black magic, specifically in the necromancy ballpark. He doesn’t have heinous intentions though and only learned it to bring someone dear back to him (they didn’t come back right but we don’t gotta worry abt that). He does still have a very keen interest in the dark arts though even if it’s to just be extremely knowledgeable on the subject as opposed to actually practicing it

-… He’s only smart in the magic arts… in any other category he’s very air headed / in his own little world… he’s very sweet though if you can ignore his bluntness!!! (And ominous remarks about how brittle he thinks neck bones are)

- He’s at least 100 years old but no one in his universe knows for sure 🤔 it shows in his hair, though his eyebrows stayed his natural color despite it all! It’s his magic keeping him alive 🤷

-he has three ‘kids’…… Or really three homunculi he made because he was lonely. they’re all ice magic/ bear-themed too! Rosette is his eldest (they’re triplets..) if you know her! (I’ll tag her so u can see her on my blog, I think there’s like 2 pics of her tho so 😅)

-branching off of rosette she knows powerful magic bc of Bas! She also disowned him bc she thinks he’s weird so she’s like someone else’s kid now but once again we ain’t gotta worry abt that

-Final point is that Bas IS weird… He’s developed into the ‘freaky gentle giant’ kind of trope for me so he’s supposed to be a little scary and off putting.. he’s CRAZY charismatic though and has a very flowery/romantic way of speaking (one of his main character points is that he usually gets flustered after saying something super corny) 🫡 he’s also a hardcore people pleaser!

I nabbed some pics of him too! His designs gonna change a little but he’s still my beloved old man

[lilyacorn]

Yandere delinquent x gn!tutor reader part 4!

The hangout date

This is the first part of yandere delinquent

Yandere delinquent- who’s been doing well during his tests, so of course, theres gotta be a reward! He was thinking of the reward way before the bad scores he’d get. Some cute rewards some… ehhhh more “fun” rewards lewd

Yandere delinquent- who decides to make the reward a “hangout!” Date “Why not the mall?”

Yandere delinquent- who specifically made sure to wear the outfit of your favorite color so he could match your eyes! “This is good right?” While looking in the mirror. He keeps info about u in his diary! Even stuff you never told him…

Yandere delinquent- who’s been waiting for this day ever since well ever! He even saved up to buy you stuff like a good friend! boyfriend.He doesn’t bother buying cigarettes since hes busy daydreaming about this day! “…nice! Just enough to impress them with my money!” With a little smile.

Yandere delinquent- who spent hours of planning the perfect “hangout!” date

Yandere delinquent- He also made sure that he’d choose a restaurant that fit your tastes! You never told him your favorite food…

Yandere delinquent- who arrived to the mall too early! “…ah, fuck-“ it’s not his fault he was too excited to “hang out!” Ehem. Date

Yandere delinquent- who roamed around the mall because you haven’t arrived. He also bought something at a jewelry store~ i wonder why hehe

Yandere delinquent- who quickly met up with you and ate a very nice restaurant. Does he even have enough money “is the food good? please tell me it is…”

Yandere delinquent-who offers to watch a movie with you “wanna watch a movie? Please? Pls say yes”with a puppy like smile

Yandere delinquent- who tries so hard to ignore the other guy sitting next to you and how they keep flirting talking to you before the movie!! He’s just jealous of the contact

Yandere delinquent- who follows the guy to the bathroom during the movie and dealt beat up with him…

Yandere delinquent- who slowly initiates contact by slowly moving closer as you watch the movie… i mean srs so little like 1 inch closer every 2 minutes

Yandere delinquent- who at the end of the “hang out” date shows you something he bought earlier at the jewelry store. “Uhm, here!” Flushed ears and cheeks as he gives you a paper bag.

Yandere delinquent- who gets excited when you open it and its a ring… is he tryin to propose- “do you like it?” With a happy smile.

Yandere delinquent- who gave you the right sized ring i wonder how he knows your ring size… “do you like it?” With a goofy smile.

Yandere delinquent- who offers to walk you home, “uhm sorry if its like really weird but! Can i walk you home? Please”

Would you let yandere delinquent walk you home?

Do u guys want a part 5 of this where reader invites him to their house? (considering this is part 4)

[lowkeyrobin]

Trevor Spengler x reader where reader has a job being a singer in an oldies style restaurant? Where they sing and play guitar on the stage while the customers eat?

And they make mashups of more modern songs (mainly rock and pop) in their spare time? Like a music prodigy of sorts

Or Generally cover-artist reader x Trevor Spengler?

this is me in every desired reality/self insert fixation I have LMAOOO I got you ; thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy !! ; post writing robin here, sorry this is so short I had no idea what I was doing

TREVOR SPENGLER ; cover artist

summary ; Trevor develops a crush on the kid who covers songs in the local diner

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; gotta admit I was listening to bailey zimmerman so I apologize if this is has a very country-angst vibe. I see the color orange and go back to Leave The Light On idfk I apologize. i had to restrict myself. I'm not too caught up in popular modern music so bare with me 🙏 ; okay post me here, only the first part is but this whole thing kinda sucks so I'm sorry

word count ; 808

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You sit at your wooden barstool, strumming the strings of your guitar as you try and retune it.

Working in an oldies style restaurant wasn't the most fun nor best paying job, but you needed the money, and you needed something to do with your talent and time. You had enough hardships to overcome in life and enough passion to sing up on a stage how you did, even for patrons at a cheap restaurant. You found fun and therapy in your music, so it didn't make it that bad to sit on that barstool all evening after school.

You strum the strings again, finding the right sound for your instrument as you clear your throat. You typically ignore when people watch or look at you, imagining you were the only one in the room. This time though, as you begin plucking at the strings, you can feel someone looking at you.

You could always feel that feeling, but this time around, it was different.

You ignore it, continuing on with your six hour long show, trying to please the audience that wasn't even paying attention to you. The place was shaped like a bar, with you stuck in the corner on a little stage, just doing your thing. Tonight was more of a calm, well-deserved night for something relaxing. There were only a few booths taken up. There was no need to put up a big show for the two dozen people in the building.

Across the room, a curly haired boy was staring you down, receiving a glare from his little sister. She was no good at social cues or social interaction, but she knew damn well that her brother was being weird. He snaps out of it, shyly looking away from you.

"...bittersweet October, and I'm headed for the Northern pines. Well, this autumn fall feels empty, black and white leaves touch the ground. You're the only color I've got left, and it's slowly fading out"

The boy looks back up at you again, his fingers tapping off the wooden table to the rythym. He can't help but watch your every move, every strum beneath your fingers, every movement your lips and the front of your throat made to create the beautiful sound of the lyrics with your voice. He was encapsulated.

He rests his chin on his hand, perched on the table at an angle. A soft smile rests on his face, eyes heavy like he was ready to fall asleep.

"Trevor, stop staring at them!"

A few weeks later, the same boy sat down at the same booth as before, this time not occumpanied by his family. He ordered some food so as not to look like a creep, but he was more focused on listening to you than enjoying said food.

He'd been here since to see you, always sitting in the same booth. Maybe he saw it as a free concert.

You didn't mind. Maybe he was trying to recognize your face from somewhere, or was developing a hallway, or diner, crush on you, who knew.

As you pause to catch your breath after playing Back To December by Taylor Swift, you see the boy stand up. He's making his way toward you.

At least you had time to chat, as it wasn't rush hour, merely 2pm on a random Saturday.

He awkwardly stands in front of you as you gulp down the liquid in your water bottle and set it back down on the floor. You turn to him with a welcoming smile, assuming he was here to ask a question or give a compliment.

"Uh, hi." He begins, a nervous smile painting his face. "I just, I've been seeing you play here for a while, and like, I think you're super cool"

You smile, resting your arms over your guitar. "Thank you, I appreciate that"

"Uhm," He runs a hand through his curls, clearly nervous yet trying to hide it somehow. "Could I maybe give you my number? If you wanted to hang out sometime? I can play guitar as well"

You lightly chuckle, "Yeah, sure. You got something to write on?" You ask him, seeing him looking around for a pen and paper.

He quickly scrambles towards one of the waitresses, kindly asking if he can use one of the bill papers and pen really quickly. He returns to you, handing you the folded up paper.

"Thank you." You both speak in unison. Both of your faces flush in embarrassment and the flustering of the situation.

"Uhm, I'll see you around?" You speak, strumming the strings of your guitar to make sure it was still tuned out of habit.

He nods, "Yeah, I'll see you around. Oh, my name's Trevor, by the way"

"Y/n" You reply, waving as he walks away, silently cheering himself on.

"Bye, Y/n!"

[frootloopsl]

Hai hai! can you plz show how you shade skin and hair?

helloo okay sorry if i took too long to answer this but i wanted to actually show how and i didn't have a lot of time last week!! so for rendering i use a very soft textured brush (2dN_Flat of this brush set) and well, i just drew a very quick weird looking L to act as the base for this since i didnt have any drawing that i could use for this so please ignore that ToT

i usually just start w the base and w a multiplying layer of orange for the blush

then i blend add a layer on top to render on top of everything just getting the blush across the face and start with the most prominent highlights (i use a lot of blush all the time but ik some people dont like that so just skip this stage if u want)

then i add some shade w a more brownish orange in these zones (i gotta say just using photo reference helps but if youre not too familiar w identifying these zones you can just grab an arcane screenshot and study it a bit lol (im no professional so sorry if something looks weird)

then keep on adding to these shadows and highlights til it looks okay, harden or soften these to get a softer or harder vibe i guess

correcting some stuff since working on the top layer its messy sometimes

it looks kinda weird but it was a quick example lol

... now for hair ill actually change to another drawing bc L's dark hair maybe its not the best to explain it

the same thing, start w the base and work on top of a new layer, i add the highlight first

then add a darker color above the highlight and then blend those in w the base color, add dark parts according the light and blend them w the base color again

add some more shadows and lighting to the general shape and then add details and strands of hair

its a bit of a rushed rendering but i hope it helps a bit!