#Jetpack anon

[phightinghottakes]

Hello fellow phighters, I have a hot take.

Gonna be yapping a bit in this one

We should stop being overly critical about the dev team when it comes to their game.

I know fighting games need balancing, good models, good script etc. However I am pretty sure these guys are just teenagers trying to have fun.

I get the criticism about Soda and whatever she does with her lore but it’s Boggio’s passion project.

They don’t need to make a comic, they don’t need to give us lore, they don’t need to give us cool MVP animations. I think players forget that this isn’t some triple A gaming corp or even those giant Roblox groups.

I also think it’s good to remember that you can stop playing if you don’t like it. It’s not that deep, it’s just roblox.

I’m not saying that all criticism is bad, I just think a lot of it comes from a bad place and doesn’t consider the fact that they are all trying their best or having their own lives.

Healthy Fandom and Creator communication and junk.

Hot take out!!

— Jetpack Anon

(If that one is taken, my bad. Didn’t check before I posted.)

This is honestly the most realest hot take ever.

From this video of Soda’s interview, it’s clear that they had NO IDEA that Phighting was going to expand into the thing it is today. No creation is perfect and perfectly planned and executed with the most beautifully crafted lore and explanations for everything. Nothing will.

They clearly hadn’t thought into about stuff like sexual organs, creating a new heckin species, the biology and politics of the Inpherno, and whatever when they first came up with it. And that’s ok. They didn’t need to anyways at that point (also who brought up sexual organs for a KIDS’ GAME I’m actual going to fight them).

Yes, you can expand upon what’s been giving and look for explanations yourself, but you still have to be respectful of both the base content and the creators (and their intentions/wishes!).

If you don’t like it, just go elsewhere, or at least, don’t make a huge problem out of it.

[ahappydnp]

years ago someone described dan as a huge dog who thinks he's a lap one and i haven't been able to stop thinking about it since

big dogs can be lap dogs if you're not weak

[summertaters]

Ahhh those costume designs are so flippin’ cool!!!

I absolutely adore Uraraka’s halo helmet, that is the cutest idea that suits her overall look so well! I love the idea of her doing some combo moves with Bakugou and he just accidentally grabs and yanks it, throwing her at the villains by her head 😂 Plus the jet pack is such a smart idea, I have no idea why it’s not canon, she would be so fast in the air! And yes to NO HEELS 👏 👏 👏 So impractical.

Bakugou’s costume is soo sick too!! I like how much you pushed his design, and the X extending looks so good!?? Like how has no one done that before!?! And the tiny gauntlets are beautiful, I love the idea of him just chucking grenades at his classmates all the time now, whether they catch it or not is up to them. And the gloves are *chefs kiss* magnificent 🤌

Thanks so much for sharing these amazing designs, you totally went all out and I appreciate it so much!!! I’m also glad you’re taking care of yourself, you absolutely deserve all the love and praise. Your art is beautiful and thoughtful and should absolutely get all the attention.

I will stick around for as long as you’ll have me and then some, even if your interests change, your art and kindness are something worth being around 💜💜💜

I thought your ideas were funny, so I doodled them out, haha.

You are the bestest anon there is~ <3 Thank you for following, and liking my blog!!

Take care of yourself~

[stomachbooks]

so i see in your pinned it says to ask you your current preference for pronouns and terms and im talking about your edits to my gf right now (specifically the dusekkar themepack ehe)

soooooo whats your current preference?

(you dont need to answer this btw i just like being respectful ^^)

I’m like. three hours late to this but that’s okay

1, For simplicity you can just use he/him on me by default. that’s my main set, generally idc what you use on me

2, Thank you for asking though! right now is like. he/she. feminine lean maybe

[thejetpack-guy]

Hi I don’t know anything about club penguin or anything but I’d love to hear about u and ur source and all that!!!

< thanks for the ask agent, my source is possibly any ckub penguin type media, mainly the DS game Herbert’s revenge and elite penguin force, but this also possibly includes everything BEFORE the Blackout, I don’t remember much exactly other than Herbert getting stuck In that’s foolish hot air balloon he thought he could get away in. Also some of the PSA missions, not to mention Being at a coffee shop with Gary after work one day, I have a lot to say but sourcemates are hard to come by Agent. >

[aevumgames]

Who are the big spoons and who are the little spoons out of the ROs?

I love getting asks like this cause it gets me to think of stuff about the ROs that I hadn't considered myself!

Big Spoon: Kaine Little Spoon: Leon, Cleme Either: Millie, Milo

[therobotsarestuckinmyhead]

May I request headcanons for Optimus Prime from Transformers One, featuring a Cybertronian male romantic partner who shares similarities with Viktor from Arcane—an extraordinary inventor?

♡ [TFO] OPTIMUS w/ s/o Similar To VIKTOR From Arcane

how did you know i watch arcane though? regardless, i shall deliver anon. viktor is lowkey my babygirl so i loved this ask.

scenario: Orion fell for an inventor with a deteriorating health condition and that didn't change when he became Prime

warnings: slight angst given Viktor's health condition

— Optimus has always admired you in a way. There wasn't a single bot in the mines who didn't know you. Out of every single one of them, you were an outlier in every sense of the word and that caught young Orion’s optics.

— It was intrigue and curiosity that led the young Orion to you. The reckless mech was more than ready to be your lab rat, testing out your latest inventions. While he's no longer as reckless, he still takes the liberty of testing out your latest inventions. They save his aft out there on the battlefield numerous times.

— You're sort of like his personal modifications bot. You're the one that tweaks his frame with newer, more efficient weaponry and defences. Optimus appreciates it a lot.

— He looked up to you then, he looks up to you now. Despite being occupied with something as tedious as mining, you worked shifts like everyone else. Not only that but you managed to make mining a lot easier for everyone; from repairing their busted jetpacks to coming up with new ways to spot tunnels before they collapse, you made everyone's life easier and that doesn't change even now. Because now you're inventing things to help the Autobots; whether it's with issues related to simple industries or military, you're the mech with a solution.

— Optimus definitely asks you for your opinion on things, you always have a spot on the table to give your input. Not only because he loves you but also because you're educated and learnt. The Prime is more than grateful for your intelligence.

— But he hates, hates remembering how much healthier you used to be. Optimus looks at you, much more frail and tired looking now and it makes his spark ache. You're sick with something and nothing he does seems to be able to fix it.Prime has Ratchet on your case.

— Ratchet slowly figures out what's wrong with you. Your ventilation systems are rusted out from all the toxic gasses and moisture from the mines, your systems lack adequate galvanization and so they're rusting from the inside. You struggle with your temperature regulation and it's slowly damaging your frame.

— You're trying to engineer a cure but none so far have worked. Optimus is encouraging you to keep trying no matter what though and he hopes, Primus he hopes you find it because if there's anyone brilliant enough to find one, it's you.

— Optimus’ affections are gentle, he will cup your face and look into your tired optics with nothing more than adoration. Subtle gestures, standing up for you, holding your servo, gentle kisses to your helm. That's his thing and he will love it if you would reciprocate. You take a break from tinkering in your lab and come by to his office and give him a peck on his check or kiss on his forehelm and he will cling onto that for days.

— Whenever Optimus goes to the surface for expeditions, he brings back whatever interesting finds he sees. Anything that catches his optics, usually it's something that would remind him of you. Not to mention the way you have that soft smile on your faceplates when you get something interesting to do a study about.

— Optimus is hesitant to take you on expeditions to the surface but would cave in after some pressure from your side, he would never want to upset you. It's just that he doesn't want you getting anymore sick… and the surface is dangerous, you're not exactly a fighter. But Optimus has seen your inventions and their capabilities, you will be able to fend for yourself if you have your gadgets with you.

— Optimus routinely walks into your lab in the middle of the night to find you working and then proceeds to scold your workaholic tendencies. He can feel the lack of your warmth beside him on your shared berth and it makes him frown all the time because he knows where you would be.

— But he's somewhat of a hypocrite in that department because ever since Optimus became… Optimus, he's been busy with running Iacon; from administration to military, he rarely gets any breaks himself. So he doesn't go too hard on you. But he wants you to rest. Badly. He worries if it worsens your health.

— Sometimes, he will ask you about the workings of some of your latest inventions. Not because he's a science-mech or even understands what you're saying but your optics light up whenever someone seems to take interest in what you make. Optimus finds it adorable. Everything you say is entering one audial and leaving the other, he's busy admiring you. But he's trying to retain something, solely for the purpose of enquiring more so that you ramble on.

— You're best friends with Wheeljack and that… somewhat worries him, often. He doesn't know what to expect but when the two of you put your processors together, a lot usually happens.

— Other times, the two of you just sit next to each other and you fall into recharge with your helm against his pauldron after working the night in your lab for so long. Optimus doesn't move a bit, he just looks down at you with a fond smile and slowly shifts, picking you up and setting you down on your shared berth.

— Now that he's Prime, he's loaded with cash. Stacked. You have a new lab, a new everything with all the equipment you could've only ever dreamed of having back down there in the mines. Optimus unveiled it to you like a surprise and he had never seen you so excited in his whole life. You had the widest smile and kissed him across his face senseless.

— Your projects also get a lot of his funding! Yes, you're funded by the Autobot government now. Isn't that amazing? Optinus also thinks it's a great idea when you share plans of letting more brilliant minds into your lab for assistants and such. He thinks it's a good idea not because it would make your work easier but because at least there would be someone around to make sure you're not overworking yourself when Optimus is busy being Prime. Also someone would be there to aid you if your health gets in the way.

— His favourite part of you are your servos! They're so gentle and nimble, especially since they deal with such intricate machinery. It's somewhat rough but he likes them nonetheless. Optimus likes them anywhere on his frame to be honest.

— Your deteriorating health is a huge concern for him. It's eating his processor. He doesn't have long with you and he wishes, he wishes with every single joule of energy in his spark that he could buy more time with you. That you could find a cure; he has consulted nearly every medic in Iacon and it has been futile, it's an irreversible manufacturing defect… Optimus dreads it. So every second he spends with you, he cherishes it. He tries to make it as happy and lighthearted as possible.

yay im almost halfway done!

[tmntxthings]

(First of saw your recent ask with the anon and I hope you’re feeling a bit better since answering that! Please don’t rush to answer this or your other requests and i hope you feel better soon!)

I AM CHEWING ON YOUR DONNIE X READER WORKS OML BRO WHAT ARE YOU FEEDING YOUR INNER WRITER YOUR WORK IS ✨DIVINE✨ 😔👌

I cant resist making a request but you know Donnie flies/hovers with his battle shell in some episodes right to get around?? So what if Donnie having an s/o who is fascinated by the idea of flying, so one day, after much pestering Donnie gives in and decides to fly them around New York for a bit. BUT only if he is there with them, cuz Donnie is not about to have a stress induced heart 

attack if they loose balance. 

Donnie himself doesn’t really understand the fascination with flying cuz….well nothing is especially different, it’s just the city but from high up. But then mid sentence he looks to his partner and stares in silent awe at the fascination twinkling in their eyes as they admire the view??

I’m sorry I’m such a goddam sucker for this sort of stuff

一∑ Nights Like These 。・゜・

author’s notes: you paint a pretty picture anon, I could see it all play out thru my head! hope you enjoy <3

warnings: fluff, unedited

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“Y’know what would be cool?”

Donatello blinked, his stare deadpanned. He was over this. You had asked so many times already. And each time, he had given you his answer. A resounding no. So he continued to tap at his phone while you sidled up next to him on the couch.

“Donnieeeeeee!”

A drawn eyebrow twitched. He wasn’t going to deign that with a response. You were being trivial at this point.

“Please!”

He let out a long sigh. Clicking his phone shut as dark irises finally turned in your direction. By this point it was clear you were never going to let it go. The word no, didn’t exist in your vocabulary. At least not when it came to the possibility of flying.

With his attention now on you, a speech was suddenly underway.

“I’ll do everything you say! Take a whole Donnie-training-course on how to fly a jetpack!! Just let me try! Please! Pretty please!”

You sure did know how to beg. Maybe it was unfair of him. But he didn’t like the idea of you in the air at all. You weren’t exactly known for coordination. You sucked at driving video games. How would you be able to command a jetpack that could go from zero to a hundred in seconds flat?

It was dangerous.

You could get injured or worse! There were so many terrible scenarios that ran through Donnie’s mind, he almost went back on his phone. But your hands latched onto his arm, pulling his thoughts back to the here and now.

“Nothing bad will happen! You’ll be right there beside me!!”

It was weird how you knew exactly what to say. Exactly how to sway him. Maybe his face was an open book, or maybe you just knew how to read him too well. This time his sigh was one of defeat.

You cheered.

~

After many, many lessons Donnie finally felt it was safe enough for you to put the jetpack on.

By this point you knew what all of the buttons did. All sorts of emergency protocols. And you may even be considered a certified pilot depending on the country.

Rigorous couldn’t even begin to describe what regiment Donnie had put you through. But it all paid off in the end. Because now you were strapped in.

“Alright, looks like it fits. How does it feel? I designed this one according to your specs.”

Donnie was circling around you. A hand underneath his chin as he looked for a reason to call the whole thing off. But you were on the moon.

“It’s perfect! Oh my gosh, I can’t believe it. Finally!! We get to fly together!!”

How could he shatter that bright smile of yours now? He’d put this off long enough. So he nodded, and led the charge out of the lair.

~

“Remember, if you feel out of control—“

You cut him off before he could finish.

“Don, I know! Stop and hover. Can I power on now?”

“No not yet we have to go through all of… Y/N!”

There was no patience left within you as Donnie kept talking so you just took off mid-sentence. He hollered after you. He took chase, his own jetpack roaring to life.

You were going way too fast. Donnie couldn’t tell if you were even under control! Just above the rooftops you flew by. Weaving past units and it became clear that you did know how to fly. His anxiety lessened but he still kept tailing you. Just in case.

At one point you slowed down enough for Donnie to be flying right by your side. Your smile dazzled him as you glanced over. Eyes twinkling in awe as you pointed out the bridge where Donnie and his brothers did the pizza box stacking competition.

“Race you there!”

You shouted and not a second later you were going max speed.

Now you may be a natural but Donnie had been flying far longer than you. The only advantage you did have was a slight head start. The wind picked up as the two of you flew higher. The finish line apparently being the highest point on the bridge.

Donnie won. He knew the best path to take after all from a projected route via his goggles. He watched as you made it to him. Slowing down and then circling him in the air while you laughed out in joy.

“This is amazing!!”

You exclaimed as you landed in front of him. It was high up, the wind whipping past the both of you. But the cold didn’t seem to affect your spirits at all. Your arms were raised in the air, back turned to him, whooping out for all of New York to hear. None of them would, not even the passengers in their zooming cars below. But Donnie could.

His heart did a strange thump beneath his plastron. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He felt a little breathless.

“Thank you! I- just, thank you for this! I never thought in my lifetime I’d be able to do something so… so..!”

The words were slipping from you as you had faced Donnie to express your gratitude. This was something that only happened in movies. That only happened in dreams! Your hands came up and moved in an expression that tried to convey how big this all felt to you. These emotions!

“We can do it again. However many times you like.”

Donnie replied after a moment.

You didn’t let the shock pass your features. You had wondered if he would let you fly again. So you had tried to get it all out of your system. Not knowing if the first would be your last. You smiled brightly for him.

“My worries seem to have been for nothing. You’re a natural at flying.”

A compliment. You could only smile brighter.

“Well, I don’t know about all that,”

And his mouth opened to argue. Not liking how you were putting yourself down. But before he could you continued.

“I had a great teacher!”

You mused at how his mouth snapped shut. His eyes darting away, a hand coming up to rub the back of his bandana.

“Really. He was the best! He’s too smart!”

He had to turn away as the compliments kept coming. Had the wind stopped? It was suddenly a bit warm up here. You had the nerve to giggle at his shyness before you powered up your jetpack again.

He turned immediately back to you, expecting you to take off again. But this time you hovered. Offering your hand to Donnie. He couldn’t help but take in the view. The night sky your backdrop, few stars even more satellites. But it was as if you were glowing before him.

His own hand reached out, fingers brushing against your palm, before taking a firm grip.

He held your hand.

[deniigi]

i just wanted to let you know that i absolutely love your writing. i found your account a couple years ago when i was super into daredevil and read every single daredevil fic you’d written because i am so obsessed with your characterisations of literally everyone. your writing style is so amazing to me, makes me feel like i’m chewing on glass. at this point i’ve read nearly all of your fics and reread a lot of them too and every time i check on your account and see you’ve switched to a new fandom i get so excited bc it’s almost always a fandom i’m into as well. your writing is just really beautiful and special to me so i wanted to let you know that :)

Our tin hats are synched!!!!

This is a gift as a reader, but it is also a gift to an author. Thank you so much for coming with me as I wander. I’m really amazed by how many of you all trust me when I get invested in a new kind of media, like, I think we all know that my characterization of said media is always going to be a little screwy, but I am so happy that we are enjoying the experience together.

I’m searching for crunchy new things right now, tbh.

I’m not done with Star Wars, but I still need a break from it and to finally make myself watch Rogue One. I think I’m just sort of put off by the circular arguments going around in those circles right now.

I really loved Kenobi. I really liked how we got a representation of him that was compelling and fuckin DUSTY. God, I love the amount of dust in Star Wars. But the other shows just aren’t really drawing me in; their vibe feels very…high stakes and not high stakes in the dusty depressed man in the desert kind of way.

I still can’t quite get myself to write Marvel (that anon who asked if I would ever write Team Red again is a worm in my ear, I swear to god. I WILL TRY. I just need to figure out how). I am trying. I saw a trailer for the new Fantastic Four movie and nearly died. Like. I’m sorry, they choose DIN??? DIN-DIN, Pedro-Din? Din Djarin? To be REED???? ‘

Of all people. Of all people.

You know what I would accept it if they literally just replaced Reed with Din, helmet and all, and said Reed got changed in space.

I could work with that. We could have Johnny trying to have an emotional conversation with a space warrior wearing a helmet and jetpack.

But instead we have.

Anyways.

Marvel continues to amaze me.

The Merlin folks are wonderful, too, though I feel like I’m looking for a characterization of those lads that I can’t quite find.

I don’t know if my particular type of humor is suited for this fandom. I keep wanting to imagine a Marvel/Merlin crossover wherein Sam Wilson meets Merlin in a pub and thinks all is fine and lovely until all hell breaks loose in Cardiff, and he thinks he has to Captain America his way through it, only to be shoved aside by the Welsh public who are just like ‘fuck off, we already have one of you.’

I just think it would be cute if Sam Wilson was the biggest King Arthur nerd out there and he meets him and 1) he’s short because he’s a 6th century king with the immunity of a modern 4year old and 2) he speaks terrible English with the craziest accent anyone has ever heard because his first language is Brythonic, his second language is Latin, and his third/fourth languages are Old Norse/English depending on who he was warring with that month and 3) he and Merlin are so codependent they have to text each other to see what color the other one’s drink is so that they can get one of their own to match even though they are across the whole city.

OFMD is a cesspit. I’m sorry, but there’s next to no engagement there and also people are racefaking in the fandom?? Fuckin’ wild, I can only observe them from a comfortable corner. I would love to write more about Izzy being a bug-eyed chihuahua but I’ve sort of lost motivation to carry on in that sandbox.

I will say that @petrichordiam has gotten me reading the Apothecary Diaries as of yesterday and is stuffing letters in my mailbox about little miss poison, so we can see what will come of that.

I’m taking recommendations, though.

Happy to hear what other folks are into right now.

Is it good??? Is it crunchy?? Do you have fandom drama for me? What are the vibes like? Give me a sense of what’s going on over there.

[padawan-snack-packer]

Hey snackpacker!!! I read all of your clones headcanons and they are sooooo adorable!!! Can I ask for Mando clans ones please?🥺

Hey Anon!!! Oh gosh, sure sure there you go!!!!

⚠️ TW: Not a Lore Purist, Just Vibes™ I love Mandalorians with my whole chaotic heart but I’m not a walking Chronicles of Mand’alor PDF. These headcanons are powered by ✨emotion, vibes, and space chaos✨ more than textbook canon. If something’s not lore-accurate, please don’t come at me with a vibroblade (kinky though-)—I’m just here to emotionally adopt found family and throw glitter bombs with Clan Wren. 💖

This is the Way (but also, This is the Fanon).

NOW LET'S GO-

🛠️ Clan Ordo — (Tough Love, Duct Tape Edition)

Their love language is "I fixed this for you but insulted it the whole time." Example: “Your jetpack’s garbage. I upgraded it. Don’t die.”

No one says “I love you” out loud. Instead, they hand you soup and complain about your aim.

Armor polish is sacred. If someone else polishes your armor? You’re basically married now.

Family dinners are loud, full of arguments, and end with at least one person crying—but it’s always because of pride, not pain.

They absolutely have a thousand tiny clan traditions no one remembers the origin of, like giving newborns a mini hydrospanner “for luck.”

Secretly very sentimental. They keep the worst drawings their kids ever made... inside their chestplates. Under the beskar.

🖤 Clan Fett — (The Myth, The Mess, The Legacy)

Every child raised under this clan grows up under a ridiculous amount of dramatic pressure to live up to the legacy of Jango.

There are so many family debates over whether Jango would’ve wanted to be remembered as “That Cool Bounty Hunter Dad” or “The Guy Who Accidentally Created a Galaxy’s Worth of Emotional Clones.”

They have a tradition of forging "Memory Blades" — knives with etched names of those lost. Every Fett carries one. Some carry dozens.

At feasts, they always leave an extra seat at the table. For Jango. Even now.

Their humor is DRY. Like, “We took a bounty on a Sith Lord for fun” levels of deadpan chaos.

Boba won’t admit it, but he calls old clone commanders “uncle” under his breath sometimes.

👑 Clan Kryze — (Tea, Trauma, and Terribly Controlled Emotions)

Everything is Very Formal Until It’s Suddenly a Knife Fight. “Cousin Alric insulted the tea set? Pistols at DAWN.”

The tea ceremony is a full military-grade operation. You wear armor. You pour with honor. You do not spill.

Every Kryze is passive-aggressively dramatic. They’ll say, “You always do this, mother,” right before throwing a thermal detonator at someone.

Their lullabies are weirdly sad and haunting and about the fall of ancient Mandalore and the inevitability of loss. (“Sleep, little warrior, the stars burn cold / Our home was fire, our story old…”)

Once a year, they gather in complete silence and light sky-lanterns for every family member lost to war. The sky is full.

🦴 Clan Vizsla — Drama, Duels, and Delusions of Grandeur

Has a 200-slide holo-presentation titled "Why We Should Still Rule Mandalore." No one asked for it. They show it anyway.

Will duel you over literally anything. The last one was about soup temperature.

They're the type to say “we’re not dramatic” while igniting a Darksaber and monologuing.

Family game nights are just strategic combat simulations with a scoreboard and someone always cries.

Wear so much black armor they look like they’re attending a funeral at all times. (They might be. They’re dramatic like that.)

Lowkey keep backup capes. In case their first one doesn't billow enough.

🎨 Clan Wren — (Art Is War, and So Is Family Game Night)

If you can’t graffiti while doing backflips, are you even a Wren?

Sabine may say, “I don’t do art anymore,” but Tristan absolutely still has a sketchbook full of emo poetry and helmet redesigns. (One of them says “PEW PEW EMO BOY” in Aurebesh. Sabine keeps it.)

They have a tradition where each child gets their first paint set before they get a blaster.

Weddings involve throwing glitter bombs into the air and yelling “THIS IS THE SHADE.”

They once staged an “artistic protest” by painting the clan elder’s speeder hot pink. The elder loved it.

The phrase “Wren family therapy” is code for a paintball match where the winner gets to yell at everyone else. They do it weekly.

🧬 Bonus: Little Traditions That Hurt (Just a Little)

Some clans pass down lullabies, others pass down the frequency to old comm channels. They keep them on, just in case someone out there is still listening.

Every Mandalorian learns how to dance—not because of ceremonies, but because when the wars are over, they want to remember joy.

If a Mandalorian dies without family, another clan will claim them posthumously. They will engrave their name into the wall and say it out loud during honor rites. “You were one of us. You are one of us still.”

[videogamepolls]

Requested by anon

[neverniko101]

(Short Anon)

I want to cuddle with Lemon. I want to be the big spoon and he can be the little spoon. I will be like a jetpack to him! 🤗

[ahappydnp]

honestly i never vibe with dan more than when he tries to appear smaller than phil bc i too am physically tall but want to feel tiny and delicate next to my partner 🥲

god has favorites because what do you mean dan howell found someone who will let him pretend he's shorter to feel tiny and delicate and lets him be the little spoon even though it feels like a jetpack!!!! some of us are still waiting to feel that literally once 😭

[deathdetermineslife]

These thingies are so fun to read, could you make a list of things to do if your f/o is a robot??? Over half of mine are robotic in some way shape or form it's a heavy pattern lmao

~ @puzzlingrubberknife just using anon bc why not lolz

absolutely!

write them out a document or make a slideshow telling them parts of human culture you find interesting! if they aren't that familiar, maybe you could also explain slang to them.

you totally should read up on what sorts of parts and code that are needed to make robots.

to add to this, if your robot f/o uses an llm to speak to you (bc I'm sure there are fictional robots that use like... the power of magic to communicate idk) maybe look into some llm's you think they use!

if your s/i has the ability to "work on" or change robot parts and things, if your f/o is the type to enjoy something like that, make a list of "upgrades" you think would suit them (jetpack upgrade??? super crazy blasters??? machine gun ??????)

if your robot doesn't understand humor or sarcasm, teach them! (silly robot puns ?! one could say y'all are wire-crossed lovers)

imagine taking them out places, especially places they know nothing about. of course, if they're sensitive to water you'd want to avoid, like, water parks.

if your f/o has an endless stream of knowledge at their fingertips they can access, maybe you can make a list of things that they enjoy the most.

if they do not have something like that, you could teach them something you like doing! art, creative writing, playing music, cooking, things like that!

do they have a favorite lubricant for their screws? do they love or hate WD-40? if they don't, you could always look into different kinds of oils to try!

if they have a charger, imagine decorating it! assuming it wouldn't get too hot, you could make a little collage of stickers you could put on it (picsart as tons of stickers you can look up and make a collage out of)

(ik a default to this all the time) but making "mechanical" jewelry. bracelets with gear and screw and bolt charms, honestly you literally could drill little tiny holes into washers and make them into a bracelet (or braid thread around them)

if your robot can't eat normal food describe food to them you think they'd like! different sweets or dinner foods or breakfast foods

this one was also tough but it was fun to think about!

[dontbelasagnax]

MISSION SUCCESS MUHAHAH I'd take any of the prompts from you really, so how about 21? Wildcard! Dealers choice! My only request is that it's in-universe 😚

(if you can't decide then maybe bloody kiss? I did once say that you writing angst would be the ultimate win for me)

Alright!! I've finally finished this first prompt!! Both of you, @lightasthesun and anon, wanted bloody kiss so here we are. Ann, since you wanted angst, I believe I am delivering that. However. You must know I'm not an angst person so I cried three times while writing this despite knowing it has a happy ending. You will pay somehow.

Pairing: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1,851

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Major Character Injury, First Kiss, Getting Together, Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary:

All things considered, Cody probably should have seen it coming.

[ OR: Cody gets shot off a cliff. This is obviously quite dire. If he's got one chance left to kiss Obi-Wan, he'll take it. ]

(fic under the cut if you wish to read here on tumblr)

All things considered, Cody probably should've seen it coming.

He didn't.

There was a moment, just one, where he looked over his shoulder at his General and their troops. It was oddly peaceful, trudging forward together. He had a passing thought that moments like that were rare.

He was on a cliff. And then he wasn't.

Somewhere amidst the blast, the rush of blood in his ears, the icy lurch of his stomach, and a panicked thought that he really should've worn his jetpack, he heard a shout.

It might have been his own voice. He couldn't be sure.

The fall was rough. His body seemed to find every jutting rock off the side of the cliff to bounce off of. He says bounce. The gravity on this planet is stronger than most. It was more of a solid collision straight down with the weight of his body rolling him off every surface he met until he fell straight through air to what he thinks is the ground.

He blinks rapidly, spots of black dancing across his vision. Breaths come out shallow and laboured and- is it silent? Where's the sound? Is it- there's a high pitched ringing and-

"-ody! Cody!"

The spotty sky is cut by blurs of Obi-Wan. There are lines down- oh. His visor must be shattered. Nevertheless, he doesn't like the expression on his general's face.

"Cody," it's husked out, too harried and somehow gentle at once.

"Sir," Cody tries to say. It comes out raspy and gurgled. His mouth tastes of iron. This isn't good. "Did you-" a cough wracks his body and it's perhaps the most painful moment of his existence, "jump?"

"You know the answer to that."

Against his better judgment, Cody feels compelled to sit up at that. He can't quite pinpoint which part of his body protests most. It all turns into one searing blaze of pain. His vision blurs.

He heaves a great stuttered breath which seems to hurt almost as much.

He knows it's bad.

"The men need you," he tries.

"At the moment you need me more."

"Sir."

"Cody, please."

Cody closes his eyes. Breathes as shallowly as he can. A tear trails down his cheek. He swallows dryly. "Can't move."

"Oh, Cody."

"Can you- helmet?"

There's the hiss of his bucket coming unlatched and then it's tugged free.

With the increased range of vision, he glances down at whatever he can make out of himself. It's not pretty. Plastoid is somehow painted red and his left arm seems to be twisted at an unnatural angle.

Yeah. He's not making it out of this alive.

He drinks in the sight Obi-Wan makes above him, hair flopped over his forehead, a smear of ash across his cheek. He's beautiful.

The warmest, kindest hand cradles Cody's cheek. "I'll get you a med-evac-"

"They cut off," Cody fights a wheeze, "communications, remember?" A wet cough erupts violently- shaking him from the inside out. Time ceases through the blinding pain. When his lungs quiet there's wetness falling down his face. Blood and tears. "You've gotta go, sir."

"No, Cody. No."

"Obi-Wan."

Obi-Wan goes stockstill, staring with wide, wet eyes. Too soft. Too full of urgency and pain and yearning. He's always trying to get Cody to refer to him by his first name.

There's always a first time for everything. And a last.

"C'mere."

"Cody," Obi-Wan says even as he leans in closer and rubs a thumb across Cody's cheek. Their foreheads meet. He can't decide if Obi-Wan’s breath on his skin is comforting or exhilarating.

With all the strength he can muster, Cody tilts up his chin and closes the remaining distance between them.

A kiss.

Warm press of lips to lips. Just the hint of facial hair brushing against his skin. He can't imagine it gets better than this, even with lips as cracked as they are and wet with blood instead of a balm or saliva. It's not as if he knows better. It's his first kiss after all.

Another first and last.

It's only fitting for it to be with Obi-Wan. The person he's very privately begun to think of as the love of his life.

In another life, when he opened his eyes after their first kiss, the cause of his blurred vision would be Obi-Wan's fault alone. "Always wanted to do that," Cody croaks.

It's true. He's wanted a lot of things. A lot of simple, impossible things that will never be. But. He's dying here and now. He knows how to make the best out of a bad situation.

Obi-Wan’s expression is nothing short of cracked through and through with devastation. "I won't leave you here."

He doesn't think he's ever heard his general’s voice clogged with tears before.

"You will.”

And because he doesn't have to pretend anymore that he doesn't want to touch his general--that he doesn't want to feel his skin and share his breath and know him in the most intimate of ways--Cody reaches for Obi-Wan's hand.

In an instant, his stomach churns as his vision swims, he realizes his mistake. That was his mangled arm he tried to move. The tide of the pain is too strong to fight. Obi-Wan blurs to nothing but a smear, words turn to garbled noises and-

The world goes black.

[Beep]

[Beep]

[Beep]

Cody comes to with the groggy need to open his eyes. It’s a struggle. Seemingly with the weight of an AT-AT upon his eyelids, he blinks his eyes open to searing bright white. Immediately his eyes shut. Not to be deterred, he tries again, blinking steadily until he can see.

Sterile white ceiling. Fluorescent lamps. A flimsy curtain. Annoying beeping.

He's in a med bay.

Tubes and wires. Barely patterned sheet. A hand holding his own-

A chunk of unmistakable ginger bangs flopping onto an eyebrow. Tired eyes looking at Cody so fondly, creases of a smile drawing from the edges of his eyes down his cheeks.

“They said you'd awaken soon,” says Obi-Wan. A thumb strokes Cody's wrist.

"'m I dead?" Cody croaks. His throat is drier than the heated days on Geonosis. He frowns. Obi-Wan is here. That isn’t right. "Are we both dead?"

"I should certainly hope not.”

So. Not dead.

Well.

That's unexpected.

“Wha-” Cody's throat catches on a cough and he splutters roughly.

“Here, here, dear.” Obi-Wan’s there with a cup of water, directing a straw past his chapped lips.

He sips the water down gratefully, satisfied as it soothes the parched gravel of his throat. He tilts his head away when he's done and Obi-Wan puts the cup down.

“What happened?” Cody tries again.

“How about I tell you later? After Egg has checked you-”

No. That won't do.

“Sir,” he interrupts, unyielding, “Sitrep.”

Obi-Wan must be tired because he doesn't even try to do their usual mutually stubborn staring match; he just sighs. “Ghost company managed to infiltrate the Separatist base and contact the admiral to request reinforcements and med-evac.”

Cody narrows his eyes. There is a glaring gap of information. “Where were you?”

“With you,” he says plainly.

Cody opens his mouth to say something but Obi-Wan effortlessly silences him by placing his hand over Cody's once more.

“I wouldn't leave any of my men behind to die, but, you- Cody.” There is a deep ocean of emotion pooled in Obi-Wan's eyes and spoken in the two syllables of Cody's name. “I couldn't leave you. Not like that.” Obi-Wan sighs as if expelling the weight from his shoulders. "And,” the corner of his mustache twitches upwards, “personally, I think I deserve a better kiss.”

“You- what?” Cody's brain flickers mid thought.

“The kiss. I deserve a better one, “ he says with near haughty conviction. “It was rude, quite frankly, to kiss me and nearly die. Gave me quite the fright.”

Cody swallows, his mouth suddenly dry again. “Is that so?”

“Mhm.”

Cody's eyes cannot be dragged away from Obi-Wan's lips. As Obi-Wan sits on the edge of the bed, all Cody can see is the hint of teeth catching on Obi-Wan's pink bottom lip.

He's closer now. Closer still as he gently pitches himself over Cody.

Fuck. Fuck.

“Kiss me,” Obi-Wan breathes.

It's not an order. Not really. Cody is helpless but to obey.

He makes a wounded noise into the meeting of their lips.

Obi-Wan is so soft and warm- his lips, his beard, the nudge of his nose. His hand slowly trails up Cody's good arm, bare as Cody seems to only be wearing a med gown. Sparks dance up his skin.

As their lips push and pull into kiss after kiss, heat grows inside Cody's chest and belly, competing with his fluttering stomach, elated and happy and-

“Ahem.”

Their lips separate with a smack. Reality filters in alongside the sound of rapid, high pitched beeping. Obi-Wan pulls away, expression nothing short of sheepish.

Their highest ranking medical officer, Egg, approaches the bed. “I see you're awake and someone failed to notify me.”

“Yes, well-” Obi-Wan starts, face adorably growing pink.

Egg ignores him. “Commander, how are you feeling?” As he speaks, he taps buttons on a machine attached to the wall which blissfully makes the beeping stop. “Any discomfort? Nausea? Pain?”

Cody sets aside the embarrassment of being caught and evaluates himself. He feels… surprisingly fine. “No, nothing.”

“Good. If that changes you've got a button you can easily request more meds with. Use it; there's nothing valiant in unnecessary suffering.”

Cody nods, fully aware he needs to cooperate if he wants to stay on Egg’s good side.

"And, General,” Egg looks directly at Obi-Wan for the first time, “stop making my patient tachycardic."

"I make no such promises.”

Cody shoots him A Look.

“Darling,” oh Force- this is a development Cody had not seen coming, “I do endeavor to never make a promise I can't keep.”

Okay. Well. That's-

Egg sighs, long and weary. “I'll be back in roughly two hours for rounds. If you spill any body fluids in my med bay I'll be requesting your transport to The Resolute med bay. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” both Cody and Obi-Wan respond.

With that, Egg makes his departure, fully swooshing open the privacy curtain before leaving the room.

There is a moment of relative silence. Cody realizes that Obi-Wan is once again holding his hand. He likes it. He likes it a lot.

“That couldn't have gone better,” Obi-Wan announces cheerily.

Cody can't help it.

He laughs.

It starts small, just a huff of breath out his nose until he's wheezing, lips stretched over gum and tears dripping down his face, clutching Obi-Wan who similarly chortles. His laughter is the most joyous of music.

He's alive. Miraculously. And somehow- somehow they're doing things like hold hands now.

It strikes Cody that, although he's confined to this awful med bay bed, for the first time in his life he feels happy. He's actually, truly happy.

There's no way it can last but he hopes he'll remember this moment forever. Acting an absolute fool with the man he loves most. Happy.

[glitzglamgunpowder-if]

for little spoon ROs, if we play a character short enough for people to comment about it, what would their reaction be to the MC going jetpack (shorter person spooning)

Anon I love this question sm you have no idea 😭 The way there's literally a scene like this later on afkfjwg who spilled the beans

The first time, J would be kind of confused and freeze up like "Wait what's going on, what are you doing??" But as soon as they figure out it's not an attack, they would be so into it you have no idea. They'd feel so safe and loved, like they're enveloped by a comforting cloud 🥺 Ironically, they always sleep more soundly when MC is around, and if they happen to bring it up during the day, J gets kind of blushy about it and tries to change the subject so they don't get too distracted

A, on the other hand, would a diva about it because they're not used to the idea of being vulnerable around anyone. I feel like their gut instinct would be to assume that MC was playing a long con, using their shorter height to their advantage, and making A deem them less threatening. But even they can't deny how good it feels to be on the receiving end of affection for once. So...they hum reluctantly before dozing off to sleep. After the first time though, A doesn't have any desire to be the big spoon anymore