#you've inspired me!

[milkbreadandtadpoles]

stsg x angel

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snippet: measly 0.5k of an insight into my poly!stsg brain. reader is neutral!

warnings: stsg it it's own warning. suggestive language, suggestive dom/sub behavior and dynamics. reader being a pouty angel ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊ also, proabably poorly edited

author's note: dawg i just had some inspo and had to put thoughts to paper. and i must share! please enjoy my brain rot, my little clan of followers and those who will be searching in these tags.

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“Would you suck the strap?”

“It’s seven thirty in the morning, Satoru. Please don’t start right now.”

“But I’m serious!”

“Shut up, Suguru is still sleeping.”

“I’m not.”

You palm your face, glaring at Satoru through your fingers, “You woke him up.”

“I doubt me talking about your sexual tendencies woke up the household princess.”

“Can you just flip the pancakes?”

“Oh, you’re making pancakes?” Suguru murmurs, gruff and syrupy. His hair is haphazard, yet silky and smooth. The frizzled strands frame his angular, gaunt face. It’s too cold for there to be color in his face, kissed by late moonlight instead.

“Yes, like the mother hen I am.”

Suguru has a sleepy, languid smile on his face when he watches you roll your eyes. You’re in the prettiest pajama set- cozy and warm and accentuated, eyes still riddled with sleep, head of hair a little out of place. But the light flooding the kitchen makes your cheeks glow.

“We don’t need a mother hen in the house.”

“Oh, please,” Satoru snorts, waving around a spatula with chunks of gooey batter threatening to splash against the back of the kitchen wall, “‘Toru, please make me some breakfast. Toru, I’ll give you a kiss if you-“

“I didn’t say that.” You bark, brows furrowing. Placing your hands on your hips, you frown.

Satoru beams. “You might as well have- it was with your eyes.”

“My eyes?” There’s a pout on your face when Suguru has the audacity to smile. “They were half closed when I walked into the kitchen this morning-“

“They wouldn’t have been if you drank the tea I made you-“

“I did drink it.”

“Oh?” Satoru’s lips quirk, satisfaction apparent in his shrewd smile. “You’re such a good pet for listening.”

Your cheeks burst into flames, mortification further trailing into the deep lining of your gut when the little, white haired freak has the audacity to coo. Suguru holds a hand up, and both of you quiet. Submission is a small word compared to what authority he can pull from the two of you.

“It’s seven thirty in the morning, Satoru.”

And you smile, looking at the man who might as well have hung the moon and stars and sun himself. Shit, he might as well be the sun. The gravitational pull of the planet of you and Satoru that make it bearable living together.

That shatters briefly when he murmurs slyly to Satoru as he flips a partly burnt pancake, “Give it at least an hour or two before you start making her look like that.”

“Suguru.” You whine and he smiles the type of smile that melts your insides.

Huffing a breath, he tells you about going to get ready, to be good before he leaves the kitchen- abandoning you and Satoru in a vice like silence. There’s a pout on your face, laboriously crawling onto the kitchen counter to swing your sock-covered feet while the devious little shit continues to stack up pancakes as though there were four more of you in the house.

But they have an insatiable appetite, so it's a comment you hold with a bite of your tongue.

[paintedcrows]

He may be a God, but I am a Scientist

[bamsara]

Hi Sara! Just wondering, has the lamb always seen Finor as a mother figure, or did they only start seeing her that way as she got older?

The Lamb has always seen Finor (and Ratau) as parental figures. Although they didn't make it apparent for a very, very long time.

Imagine a freshly sacrificed/resurrected Lamb, who's constantly dying in horrific ways because they're not yet accustomed to being a warrior yet, with no one else to turn to but the mentor that's helping them learn how to be a leader, and the follower who they found in that same sacrificial position, who's lost everything as they have, and understands it.

It is also more on Finor's actions that influenced their attatchment. Finor at the start does not join becaue she believed in TOWW, but she joined because she looked at her savior aka this blood soaked tear stained shaking shiver Lamb and went 'oh that baby needs someone'

^ Which is also how Lambert gets some of their more helpful and self-sacrificing tendencies, I think. A lot I could unpack here but alas

[shaylai]

"Not sorry for loving you" in a nutshell

[beaulesbian]

"The world should have protected you, but you have been asked to protect it. What an honor. What an injustice." - NADDPOD, Bahumia campaign ep. 97 (x)

[wasyago]

so, would you?

nothing important under the cut, you don't need to look haha

[somerandomcockroach]

*Looks at the time* *snaps fingers*

@keferon (I didn't risk sending it in askbox with all the unstoppable units of people over there ehehehehe)

✨Happy birthday, Universe ✨

I hope you will never stop your force of creation and will keep breaking new walls, that bad days in your life would be a myth or a greater rung to a bigger achievements, that new wonderful discovers might await you every day Thank you so much for being who you are, just one biiiigg thank you covered with all my love and admiration *bow* 🧡

[sorrelpaws]

i support womens wrongs

[rjshope]

the brightest star

for @cosmicdreamgrl✨

[reinvent-and-believe]

[iwantmochisoup]

TWIN BUNNY SKK!! Inspired by @ediblepandas (tysm!! pls feed me more dresses!!)

PLEASE READ THE FIC FOR IT HERE !! :3c

[megtrns]

Maybe mtmte Megatron juggling with his feelings for a human liaison? going from indifference, maybe even an ounce of repulsion to a strong attraction, lust, not really knowing where to place all of that baggage he's got.

hi anon, thank you for requesting ! i might have gotten carried away but i hope this lives up to your expectations <3 feel free to request another if it doesn't ( i don't usually turn down the chance to write about my favourite character hihi)

time will tell. megatron / gn!reader. sfw! one-shot angst. pinning. the usual dilemma.

i. You and Megatron have crossed paths three different times. The first time you could barely see through the smoke crowding from all sides, caught in the crossfire between two giant robots desecrating your city. With one foot trapped under the rubble, all you could do was helplessly stare, unable to comprehend the number of fallen buildings swallowed by the fire. There was so much noise in the distance — the blaring of car alarms, the crying of children, the screaming and shouting, all causing the ringing in your ears to grow louder. But the world fell silent the moment he emerged from the chaos, gunmetal grey and towering above you.

You wondered if it was the shock or the fear that caused you to hallucinate his eyes: red like rubies under the midday sun, narrowing at you in disgust. Surviving that was difficult, living past it was even harder. But the world continued to spin and forgetting became easier. You would have never guessed that your first, brief encounter with him was just the catalyst; the first domino to fall, leading you straight back to him.

ii. The second time you met was aboard the Lost Light. Once you've reported to the bridge to formally introduce yourself to your captain, Rodimus was somewhat apologetic (if not embarrassed) that his second in command wasn't there to greet their first and newest human liaison. Wanting to make a good first impression, you had volunteered to look for him yourself. Having been spontaneously relieved from your previous duty above the Vitalis, you had wondered what your new co-captain would look like. With Thunderclash's deteriorating health, you didn't want to burden anyone with your departure, so you quietly left for the nearby space station to await your transfer. For months you were in the dark, with little if not outdated information on your new crew.

So when you stood outside the habsuite of your co-captain to see him, the world suddenly stopped spinning — time melting to bring back the smell of smoke and ash.

Yet you stood your ground, hands curled into a fist inside your coat, wondering if your face had given your fear away. But Megatron made no move to spare you a glance — acting as if he hadn't seen you — before retreating to his room and away from the light. The second the doors clicked shut, your knees instantly gave in.

And as you were sliding down the wall with your head between your hands to steady your breathing, you didn't notice that he saw everything through the little window of his doorway.

iii. While most of the crew took an immediate liking to you, the same couldn't be said about everyone. It was months after your arrival and Megatron has yet to speak to you. Anything of importance between the two of you was relayed back and forth through Rodimus, and you were getting tired of his complaints on being treated as a makeshift fax machine. So you had cornered the former warlord one night, having waited in front of his room for hours. With a steady gaze, you had mustered all the courage to ask him if he hated you.

" Hate you?" Megatron frowned, the mask of indifference cracking for the first time to give way to annoyance, " I don't even think about you."

Gaping with your mouth open like a fish, you marched down to Swerves for the strongest human drink the minibot had to offer, using the liquor to wash down the shame.

iv. The next few months were grueling, not only for the both of you but for the entire crew. Whenever you and Megatron were in the same room, an argument was bound to explode. Brainstorm once said you two were more volatile than any chemical he's ever tampered with, and that was saying something. Back and forth, you'd both fight for the last word, sometimes over things that didn't even make sense, as if you were both just trying to test each other's limits. You reasoned to your fellow crew members that you and Megatron are just like two magnets that repel.

But what is hate if not attraction ? Every time you cross the room to pick a fight with him, that was a pull. And every time he reciprocates, that was another pull. And when Rung told you that maybe this was the closest thing to your company that Megatron would ever let himself indulge in, everything started to click into place.

This had nothing to do with pride — it was remorse.

With the new knowledge in mind, you interrupted him mid-fight to yell that you forgive him. That even if you weren't sure if you've meant it, you forgive him.

Taken aback, the expression on Megatron's face was unreadable.

" I'm done pretending that I hate you. I don't. Not anymore."

Just like that, the ice began to thaw. Sure, there were a few awkward moments where Megatron was unsure of how to act towards a person whose race he wanted to destroy only less than a decade ago. But in the privacy of your office and away from prying optics, the past became a distant, faraway thing. Instead of looking down at you from his height, he'd be the one to displace his mass to enter your space; a silent permission to start over.

An invitation you gladly accepted.

v. Your conversations were usually philosophical, if not sometimes intimate: a hesitant yet growing disclosure of vulnerability from both sides, making the effort even sweeter.

And slowly but surely, you start to feel it all over again: the rush, the headiness, the nerves. But this time it wasn't fear, or loathing, or anger. It was something new and secret, waiting to come alive whenever he sits close to you. And you sense it from him too : all the not-so-subtle staring, the brushing of his servos against your fingers, the faint ripple of his emf field ghosting against your skin with want.

Here, with nothing but the stars outside, still and unblinking, you met Megatron for the third time : yearning and unapolagetic, already pulling you on his lap to gently catch your mouth between his dermas.

He tells you he's tired of running, of repenting and regretting when he can choose to give you what you deserve; weak in denying you. He lays you on the couch to delicately raise the bare, curve of your leg, stroking the scar that marked your skin.

You gave him a gallic shrug. " That was a long time ago."

" And what of now?" He asked, kissing the scar softly. " Now is another time. Far away from yesterday and the days before." vi. You and Megatron have crossed paths three different times, once when he believed he could conquer time and later, when he was trapped as its prisoner. Now, you meet him for a third time — when you're kissing him free with the promise to begin again.

[starleska]

psst, hey, fellow selfshippers and lovers of fictional characters!! something i want to share and reassure folks on as a person who gets character crushes super easily: don't be embarrassed by whoever's making your brain light up 🥰💖 i see some lovely folks get really in their head about this. perhaps they've always crushed on a specific kind of character, so when they get one who's a little different, they feel like they can't talk about it. maybe they've touted themselves as having one crush and have been super dedicated that whole time, so feel like it's a betrayal somehow, or makes them less of whichever label (e.g., yume, selfshipper, etc.) they've identified with. i'm here to tell you that's all nonsense!! 💖 this is fandom. you're not an influencer and you don't need to keep up a specific 'brand'!! if you see a character who makes your heart all gushy, don't think up an imaginary critical audience who is going to yell at you for not fixating on the 'right' thing. life's too short to deny yourself happiness 🫂

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[journey-to-the-attic]

NOW I'M MUMBLING AND I'M SCREAMING

AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M SINGING

[thekendallkathryn]

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