#and are making duplicate orders

[gamebunny-advance]

First Drop-Off~

Just dropped off yesterday's orders~ If you made a purchase yesterday, please check your tracking info to make sure everything is correct ^u^

[fishbloc]

Hi! I got an inquiry regarding my Third Life Gachapon so I want to make a statement for anyone who has the same concerns and such!

This is actually quite common in gacha spaces, especially in the asian side of it. It was brought to my attention that not everyone is aware of this concept, so I want to apologise for assuming so and in return, explain!

Even though there is the option to purchase a bundle in order to get a single guaranteed desired outcome, I understand that some may find it excessive to buy more than needed, and is averse to purchasing a single charm as it's a random outcome.

So I do want to say:

You are allowed to find people in this community who wants other designs from you, and forming a group together that can total up in purchasing all 14 designs. Everyone in the group will make their respective orders, then someone can elect themselves to collect everyone's order number before emailing the list that states which design will be distributed to which order, to me!

This way, it will be possible to get your desired character for the price of one through a collective group effort!

I will briefly write an example under the cut of how this concept works.

Please note that this method should not be confused with the full set bundle discount as this option only applies to those buying the entire set in a single order to a single mailing address.

Feel free to ask any questions if you're still unsure about this!

UPDATE: I currently can't ship to the EU so I apologise to anyone for the inconvenience caused on your pooling plans 😭

Person A wants Joel, Etho, Bdubs and Cleo. Person B wants Ren, Martyn, Bigb, Grian and Scar. Person C wants Tango, Impulse and Skizz. Person D wants Scott and Jimmy. Person A happens to find Person B, C & D through social media, and agreed to form a group since their wants all add up to 14 designs. Everyone will place their own order for the number of charms they want (Person D orders 2, Person B orders 5, etc) Person A will collect everyone's respective order numbers, write down everyone's desired charms beside each order number, then compiles it to a list to email me!

Example email:

Hi! We are a group of 4 people and all of our orders make up to all 14 designs! Here's our order numbers and which designs we want. #RTSN-129686 (Joel, Etho, Bdubs, Cleo) #SPTO-385729 (Ren, Martyn, Bigb, Grian, Scar) #VFJP-275802 (Tango, Impulse, Skizz) #LKMI-406713 (Scott, Jimmy) Thank you!

This post will be updated when the shop is live and I'll explain further on each option's specifics.

Thank you for reading!

[indeliblepromise-a]

꒰১ ✦ : ˚ʚ 【 @dupliciti / STARTER CALL. 】 ɞ˚ : ✦ ໒꒱

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑶𝒉, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒏. She and Captain Gepard had spent HOURS toiling over those wanted posters after all. Sure, she might have added someㅤ—ㅤflowery and fanciful embellishments out of habit by accident but surely, those posters had gotten THE POINT across.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤNowadays, most of those posters were NO LONGER needed. The Astral Express had not only cleared their named but assisted in saving Belobog. THIS MAN on the other handㅤ—ㅤ

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤSir, are you AWARE that you're a WANTED CRIMINAL in Belobog ? Frankly, I should have you ARRESTED right here.ㅤ❜

[fading4ngel]

im back in my hater arc of my art again.

im veryyyy slowly finishing it and istg im just hating it every step of the way no matter what.

[monstroso]

my last soft contact lens fell in toilet. maiming and killing and violence forever and ever

[goldpilot22]

I've been obsessed with customizing dolls lately... gonna get some supplies for it today so I can do more than just sewing clothes!

[heartbeetz]

I wanna rip and gif more of Anton's sprites but it's such a Process bc some of the files are so bizarrely put together. Like some of the short animations have Hundreds of frames but it's just a bunch of duplicates, so I have to go through and delete them. Or I have to combine files/folders to get a complete animation bc some of them are split into different parts (not that weird, just kinda annoying). Ough.

[theghoulofme]

brain fog be damned. every time i order something online something goes wrong. this time its the wrong shade of hair dye

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC It's Complicated

We've all seen the 'we have your son' trope done with both Bruce and Batman, but I've been thinking about it, and, hear me out, let's give it more flavor.

Bruce gets a call, and it's the usual 'we have your son, follow out orders or he dies', but the orders are not money. It's 'find us this other kid, and we'll trade your child for him'.

While that is an unusual demand, there's another thing: the child on the picture that the kidnappers sent Bruce looks exactly like Damian, sans the eye color. And he's smiling, but that's irrelevant right now. A clone? A decoy? A fake?

Oracle runs a face recognition and finds out that the kid's name is Daniel Fenton, and the record says he's been dead for two months now, buried in the local cemetery of Amity Park, Illinois. Have the kidnappers gone mad with grief? But, wait, there are several 'missing' reports that have been filed after the boy's death, submitted by Jasmine Fenton — the kid's sister — and Vlad Masters, the town's mayor? What does he have to do with the kid?

Meanwhile, Tim is sitting tied up in some warehouse, surrounded by Vlad and a dozen of his carbon copies. Is this man some kind of a meta with duplicating abilities? Why did he even decide to use such a weird scheme when contacting police, FBI, or hell, even the Justice League, would have been so much more effective?

It's just confusing all around.

But Vlad has good reasons! He really does, he swears!

The thing is, it's all his fault. If he didn't fund the GIW in the first place, none of this would have happened. The agents in white wouldn't have outed Danny for being Phantom and wouldn't have taken him away. Maddie and Jack wouldn't have rejected their still alive, just different, son, and wouldn't have put an empty casket in a grave with Daniel's name.

Police won't be searching for a person when they know they are already dead and buried. Justice League, who stands for all that's good and fair, won't go against a government agency that stands for the very same thing.

Which leaves Vlad to find other solutions. Like stealing a rich kid and making his even richer daddy do all the work.

If only said rich kid would stop talking.

Wait, what do you fucking mean 'that picture looks like my brother'?

[jackson-imbecille]

It isn't perfect, haven't actually sat down and drawn much in a few months, but if I spend more time sifting through layers and making duplicate upon duplicate of each edit in order to animate it, I will pull my hair out.

[ms-demeanor]

do you have tips for working on a car when you have adhd?

YES. YES VERY VERY MUCH.

Part One: Prep

Purchase a tear-down manual for your car. For older cars these are books you can buy at auto parts stores. For newer cars these are subscriptions that you have to get and the primary producers are Chilton's and Haynes. If you end up getting a subscription, you are going to download and print out the manual. The entire manual. And you are going to put it in a three ring binder and then put that binder in a waterproof bag. And then you are going to cancel your subscription. Digital access to your car manual is not enough; someday you will be away from cell signal or with a dead phone battery and will need to fix your car. Someday you will need to fix your car and your hands will be either greasy or in gloves and you won't be able to scroll on a screen. You need a physical manual for your car. No matter where you keep your tools, the tear-down manual lives in the car.

Have an organization system for your tools. It needs to be a system that works for you. My system is a very organized toolbox where I put everything back as soon as the project is done. Wrenches are kept on carabiners, sockets are kept in dedicated boxes, the car tools stay in the car or in the car maintenance cupboard. Large Bastard's system is three five-gallon buckets full of wrenches and breaker bars and an ammo can full of sockets. Our systems are mutually exclusive. He is not allowed to use my tools. If he uses my wrenches they end up in the bucket and then the 14mm is missing from my set and the 14mm is the one I need for everything on this car and I have to go buy another fucking wrench no, absolutely not, stop taking my wrenches. So the deal is that you need to know what system works for you and how to navigate it; Large Bastard has many duplicates of things because he uses tools for a ton of things and has a really huge volume of tools. It's more effective for him to have ten places to search for a tool and will be likely to find one, and it's more effective for me to know exactly where the tool lives. Which brings me to my second tip:

Keep an eye out for tools at yard sales and secondhand stores. Tools are expensive. If you are a frequent tool-loser, don't invest in expensive tools. It's okay if Large Bastard steals and loses my SAE wrench set in a bucket because that was seven dollars at Harbor Freight.

No matter what your system is, have a designated general area where "car maintenance stuff" goes. This may be a box in a truck bed or a cabinet in a garage or a bag in your trunk, but you're going to end up buying brake pads that you mean to install but then it's raining for three days so you set them down somewhere and now you can't find the pads. You're not going to use the whole bottle of coolant every time you top off your coolant, so you need a space (that is INACCESSIBLE TO CHILDREN AND PETS) to store the half-bottle of coolant.

Okay. So now you've got your tool system and your car-based junk-drawer. Before you start any car project, make sure you've got all the tools that the project calls for. That means BEFORE you start working on the project, you look through your tear-down manual and watch a youtube video or two and make sure you know what tools are required, because if you get halfway through a repair and realize that you need some vacuum hose you are going to stop doing the repair to go buy hose and it's a total crapshoot whether you're going to get back to the task. I'll repeat again: IF YOU ARE DOING CAR MAINTENANCE WITH ADHD, DO NOT START A PROJECT OR REPAIR UNTIL YOU ARE CERTAIN YOU HAVE ALL THE TOOLS, PARTS, AND CONSUMABLES THAT YOU WILL NEED TO COMPLETE THE JOB. You are going to mis-en-place this thing. Get a tool caddy or a plastic bin or something, read or watch the instructions for the repair all the way through and put each required tool or part in the bin. If you need to order parts or if a tool is lost, write that down as you're adding things to the bin. Then set the bin aside and acquire those things before you pop the hood. Once you have acquired those things, put them in the bin too, and then check the instructions again to verify that you have all the necessary equipment to do your repair.

As a corollary, before you make any car maintenance purchase, check and make sure you didn't already buy it and forget. Do you need oil for this oil change? Or did you buy five quarts three months ago when there was a sale and forget it? This is why you have your car-related storage area. Go through the instructions for the repair when you are able to look in the car-stuff-pit and see if you already have the car stuff.

Okay. You have your repair in mind. You have all the tools you need. You have all the parts purchased. You have your tear-down manual. Now you need to: Make sure that you have an open space to work and that you are following good car maintenance safety procedures - Never work on a car that is up on a jack, use jack stands - If you have a wheel off, put the wheel under the frame - Disconnect the battery if necessary (the manual will tell you what repairs to do this for) Check the weather and make sure you will be able to accomplish the repairs safely - If you need to get under a car, don't repair that car in the rain - If it is hot, make sure that you have some shade for your workspace; an easy-up is an oft-neglected car maintenance tool - If it is very, very cold, make sure you are protecting your hands from frostbite (you are going to be getting your hands wet and messy and then touching cold metal; you may not realize it if your fingers turn blue or lose feeling) Make sure that this is the correct time to start a repair project - Will you have enough light to get the project done in the daylight or do you need artificial lighting? - Do you have obligations that will cause problems if this repair runs long? - Are you hungry or exhausted? Wait to start until you have eaten or rested. You don't want to be too tired to think when you're working on a car.

Part two: Project (these are the answers you were probably looking for)

Every repair is going to be different, but all repairs are going to have some things in common. They're going to require some kind of equipment or tools, they're going to take some amount of time, they're going to require some amount of focus. Here are the things you can do to guard against your ADHD sabotaging you in regard to those things.

Equipment:

Use your phone to take a photo of what the repair area looked like before you started - make sure the photo(s) demonstrates where pins, screws, nuts, bolts, hoses and clamps were when you started.

Use a tool caddy or a plastic bin to keep your tools, parts, and consumables together as you are preparing for the repair.

Get a work blanket or a tarp to set your tools on top of as you're working if you're working under the car, or a bin to set tools in if you're working in the engine compartment; this prevents you from having to chase down that wrench that you set on top of the airbox and that promptly became invisible.

Have a container handy for screws, nuts, bolts, etc. Paper bowls are good for this purpose, as are old prescription bottles and peanut butter jars. Don't use a glass jar or a ceramic mug or anything that can shatter. Sometimes something that's relatively flat that you can lay parts out in is best for this purpose (for example a paper plate or a shoebox lid) and sometimes the best thing is something with a lid so you won't lose nuts if you knock it down (plastic jars or pill bottles). When you are finished taking apart whatever it is that you're taking apart, count the number of nuts and screws and pins you've removed and make sure that's how many you put back.

Time

How long a repair will take is difficult to predict; maybe it's super easy to get at a part you thought would be harder, maybe some dipshit decided to JB Weld a nut in place. Have some idea (from your manual or instructional video) of how long the task *should* take and assess whether you have the focus for a task of that length on that day. If you take meds, consider timing them to best facilitate the repair.

You know you better than I do; know if you will need a break. If you know you will need a break, prep your break ahead of time so that you won't have to stop for an hour to make lunch. Have a sandwich ready, have water nearby, have a comfortable place to sit set up close to your workspace so that you don't go inside, wash your hands, and suddenly remember that you needed to clean the grout in the kitchen and get distracted into a different task.

Focus

Obviously the last point is related to focus as well, but minimize potential distractions. Tell people you aren't available, set your phone to do not disturb, don't turn on the game on a TV in the garage. I find that I do well listening to stuff when I'm working on cars, but I don't do well with anything that I could watch or with having people around to talk to. I like music and podcasts when I'm working on cars.

Limit your scope. Maybe you're replacing rotted-out hoses and you remember that you were feeling some squishiness in the brakes. The brakes are a problem for later you. You are not working on the brakes now. You do not have your tools gathered for brake repair. You are working on the hoses now. (Aside from preventing you from losing tools, this is another reason to collect the tools you will need for each project instead of bringing your entire tool set out to work on the job - you can't work on the brakes, you only have the tools out for working on hoses right now)

Limit reasons to walk away from the repair. Go to the bathroom before you start. Have extra sets of gloves and shop towels handy. Climate control the area and yourself as much as possible (do you need a sweater? do you need a hat? do you need sunscreen? get that squared away before you start so you don't have to walk away in the middle and risk getting distracted)

Part 3: Post

When you're getting the thing buttoned up, make sure you use all of the parts that you took out. Compare against the photo you took at the start and count the screws.

Read back through the instructions step by step and make sure you did each step. Do this twice.

Manually check tightness of every part you worked on and visually check fluid levels (shoutout to the sketchy mechanic offering $15 oil changes who was surprised as fuck when I came back ten minutes after my oil change because I'd checked and the oil pan plug was only finger tight; turns out he was running a scam)

Clean up your workspace, both to get things tidy and to make sure you didn't overlook any parts.

Take the vehicle for a test drive. Make sure things are running well. If they are not running well, go back to your workspace and go through the troubleshooting steps in the manual to see if you can identify the problem (shoutout to the saturn dealership for the time they got water in my plug wires on my station wagon, shoutout to me for the time i got the order wrong on my saturn coupe plug wires)

If your car is working fine and you don't find yourself with seven extra hoses and a mystery solenoid, good job, you're done, put your tools away and pat yourself on the back.

TL;DR -

Get a teardown manual for your car

Keep your tools organized in a system that makes sense for you

Don't invest in expensive tools if you lose tools frequently

Before you start a project, make sure you've got all the necessary tools, parts, and fluids; before you buy tools, parts, or fluids check and see if you already have it.

Use a tool caddy or bin to keep the parts, tools, and fluids in one place while you're getting ready to start

Make sure that you have the space, time, and physical safety to start a project

Take a photo of the repair before you start to mark the position of bolts, pins, etc.

Have a designated space like a bin or a tarp to set down tools while you're working so that you don't set them down and lose them

Have a container to old fasteners and small parts so you don't lose them; count the parts you take out and make sure you put that many back in

Figure out how long the repair might take and realistically assess whether or not you have time to start

Plan breaks that will minimize your need to walk away from the project

Minimize distractions

Work on one thing at a time, making sure each thing is complete and tested before you start another repair.

Limit reasons to walk away (see my write-up of Success Traps for more details)

Make sure you put back all the fasteners you took out

Mentally walk through the instructions at the end of the project to make sure you did each step

Verify that everything you worked on is properly tightened and filled

Clean up your workspace and make sure you didn't overlook any parts

Test drive the car to make sure it's working well and troubleshoot any problems that come up

Put your tools away so you can find them next time

Good luck!

[nerdygirlramblings]

implied poly!141 x fem!reader

The 141 is delighted the first time they see you lose your shit with a rookie. You're working with a section on the shooting range when some dumb cunt disobeys a direct order and endangers an entire fire team.

"Are ya deaf or just dumb?!" you shout at the soldier who seems to be in shock at the damage his disobedience caused. "You were nearly the reason those three," you sweep your hand to the soldiers being helped to medical by the other fire team, "went home in a box! Yer're sapposed ta have their back. Now yer gunna have to earn their trust all over again. I wouldn' trust ya at my back after that shite." The soldier looks ready to piss himself as you take a deep breath. Instead of railing at him more, you point to the training field and say, "Run a lap a year fer the ages of each of those soldiers you injured, and if you drop or pass out, you'll just need to finish 'em later."

The 141 decide in that moment to make you theirs. Anyone with that much spitfire will be perfect.

And it is.

Until it's not. Until you turn that ferocity on them.

Maybe Soap says something stupid or Ghost does something condescending or Price tries to put you in your place or Gaz underestimates you. And the claws come out.

The boys quickly realize the venom you spewed the first time they saw you is only the beginning. The first day after the incident, you respond to their jokes and flirting with a glare more icy than Price has ever given. Day two, as they squirm under your stare and try to apologize, you are somehow more stoic than Ghost, which none thought was even possible. By day three, they move on to gestures - bringing breakfast to your room, keeping your coffee filled, getting your laundry done - that you simply respond to with words more vicious than Gaz ever delivered during interrogations. Four days in and they're at their wits end. They are practically begging for your forgiveness and approval which is when you go truly feral to a degree Soap could only ever wish to achieve.

The pet they thought they found to round out their group is really a wild animal. And their approach to you changes. They know they need to prove themselves trustworthy, so you accept their love and affection again.

You find insubordinate rookies quickly reprimanded and your own consequences backed by Price and Ghost. And despite how frustrating running training is, you're given more sections to work with. Clearly they trust you as a soldier.

Duplicate paperwork and random checks of your forms stops. Price or Laswell signs off on things in record time. They show they trust your leadership.

Finally, they stop treating you and your presence with them as a default and treasure every moment you spend with them.

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[beefy-the-stronk]

My filthy hc for how Leigh "reverts" from her beast form. She uses it either willingly, or when's she's moments away from death (for ex: when Sam "kills" the grinning beast in order to recruit her. It's like a messed up ejection seat lol

And my theory as to why her clothes reappear: the fractal/duplicating-effect the curse has on limbs, and organs, and stuff- kinda seems to affect inorganic material too? Idk hope that makes sense lol. I'm just trying to figure out why her clothes are torn to pieces when transformed, yet reappear when she's small.

[divadepreshawn]

𝑬𝒂𝒓𝒏 𝒊𝒕

Aaron Hotchner × Fem!reader

Summary: Patience has always been a constant in your life, until an impossible case breaks it, making you revisit traumas you thought you had overcome. Warning: mentions of silent treatment, difficult childhood and some generalized anxiety. Physical aggression (slapping). Aaron being an idiot. WC: 2 020

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You are known for being a calm person.

The kind of person who doesn't get stressed about almost anything – because it's not worth the wrinkles.

Did you receive duplicate emails? Okay, answer one and delete the other.

Is someone asking stupid questions? Answer with a polite smile.

Is someone having a bad day and giving you blunt answers? No problem, just stay out of the way.

Patience is perhaps one of the few virtues that you have always maintained with some kind of consistency throughout your life.

But everything has a limit and you were reaching yours.

Seven days.

Seven long, drawn-out days, in which you survive on a thin bed, bad coffee and questionable local cuisine.

This is, without a doubt, the worst case you have ever worked.

The crimes are brutal and happen in quick succession. There is no pattern or signature. The geographic profile is distinct, incoherent. Victims with diverse appearances and no apparent connection. No witnesses. No slip-ups.

It's like hunting a ghost.

And it's eating you up inside.

Everyone is exhausted, a hair's breadth away from a meltdown. Shoulders hunched, dark circles under their eyes, and slow steps.

Derek and Penelope no longer have the energy for their usual teasing.

Reid's hand is shaking slightly, a consequence of the absurd amount of caffeine he's ingested.

Rossi has an ocular tic due to stress—an irritating twitch in his right eye.

JJ's lips are chapped, chewing the skin on his lips until it bleeds as he reviews the testimony, desperately trying to find a pattern that connects the victims.

Emily paces back and forth in front of the whiteboard, eyes scanning the notes, trying to see if she missed any details.

But without a doubt, the worst of all for you is Hotch.

Everything about him screamed tension: his jaw clenched, his posture rigid, his gaze unfocused for too long, his answers as sharp as a blade.

You've been together for a year. Long enough to notice what others don't.

You know the suit is irritating him by the way he breathes – three short breaths, followed by a long, tense sigh. You know that sleep deprivation distorts how he receives and interprets his surroundings.

He was on edge – you can tell by his clenched fist – and you risk saying he was on the verge of a breakdown.

So you try to lighten your load a little, you rearrange the statements in chronological order to help the team. You fix small things so the team only has to talk to him when necessary. And you ignore the blunt answers he gives you, taking a deep breath and swallowing a fitting response, because you are mature enough to recognize that this is not your Aaron. This is Agent Hotchner.

But you hate doing this. You hate it because it reminds you of your childhood.

It's like being five years old again, living in an environment surrounded by tense adults with a suffocating silence. Having to walk on eggshells. Feeling like everything you touch is made of extremely fragile glass, while trying to go unnoticed so that your frustration isn't taken out on you.

You've been to therapy, and by this stage in your life you should have gotten over it, or at least learned how to deal with it.

But the armor always breaks when you get angry, and in cases like this, you need twice as much self-control to remind yourself that they're not mad at you, and that the silence isn't meant to punish you.

However, some habits just won't change, and no matter how hard you try, you still end up repeating them – like avoiding speaking out loud, drinking or eating anything around them, swallowing the lump in your throat every time you have to interrupt someone to ask for help.

It's frustrating, to say the least.

You want them to relax a little. You need them to give you a half-smile or at least soften their eyes as they look at you.

A little tea for everyone should help.

You need confirmation, a visual sign that you are not the root of the problem.

It’s pathetic, you know the problem is a killer and not you. You know it. Yet your idiot brain refuses to accept the logical explanation.

So you make the tea, handing out a cup to each one – receiving nods and sighs of relief – making sure they are okay.

You stand there for a moment, your eyes blurry, your stomach churning with exhaustion and anxiety. A persistent lump in your throat. Everything inside you is screaming to leave, to hide in some dark corner and cry yourself to sleep.

When they finish and decide to call it a day, you go to Aaron, leaving a sandwich and a coffee on his desk.

“You should take a break, just for ten minutes,” you mumble, gripping the edge of the desk to hide the trembling in your hand.

“I need to finish this,” he replies, not taking his eyes off the report. The crease between his eyebrows deepens with each word he writes.

“The brain consumes 25% of every calorie we ingest, you won’t be able to think on an empty stomach.” You place the sandwich closer to his hand.

He stops writing, putting down the pen and raising his eyes to yours. “No, this isn’t about me. This is about you! I need to focus on this case, and it would be a big help if you would stop doing that. What? Do you want a reminder every five minutes that I’m not mad at you? Should I set it on my phone alarm?”

oh, that hurt.

Your body reacted before your brain. Your hand went up on autopilot. Automatically regretting it as soon as the heel of your hand met his right cheek.

The sound of the slap echoed. The tingling sensation in your hand and the combination of his skin starting to turn red resonated with you, regret sinking into your chest.

You swallowed hard, the hurt and regret being replaced by anger. Because how dare he? You care for him all the time, caring for his health and safety, caring for and protecting Jack as if he were your own. So how dare he be so petty?

“Who the fuck do you think I am?”

His eyes flickered, realizing what he had just said. He came closer, trying to touch your arm. “Honey, I’m sorry-”

“I’m trying, Aaron. I’m ignoring your rudeness, organizing what you need to review, and fuck, I’m trying to spare you simple questions, splitting them into five because you’re tired.”, sigh, rubbing your temples, “I’m trying hard to understand you and not take this personally. Because I love you. And because this case sucks.”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that,” he tries to get closer again, getting up from his chair and walking around the table to get to you.

You pull away from his touch, letting out a dry laugh, your eyes flashing with anger.

“You’re going to use what I told you against me? Seriously? Who do you think you are?” You step closer to him, placing your index finger on his chest. “You motherfucker, do you think I’m not taking this seriously? I motivated your ass Aaron, who held the fort when you gained more responsibility at work? Who took care of your son when you were swamped with reports?”

He swallows hard. He’s never seen you so nervous, not even during the most intense interrogations. Not even when an unsub insulted you.

“I-I..”

You raise your hand, he immediately shuts up, unable to think of anything he could say to redeem himself.

“No. Treating me like this, do you think you’ll get another one like me? Even if you have to go all the way to hell!” you scoff, the words dripping with venom, as you walk away from him. “I’m done for today.”

You walk towards the door, not waiting for an answer.

— The slap wasn’t enough.

And as if the silence had swallowed him – the empty room, reports, lack of evidence. All of them now silent, reminding him of the mistake he made. Because that was it. A stupid, gigantic, irreversible mistake.

You pulled away from him as if his touch had shocked you.

And honestly? How could he blame you? You should have hit him harder. Slapped him again.

“You’re going to use what I told you against me? Seriously?”

He can still hear your voice in an incredulous tone, it was as if you were sticking a dagger in his chest. Because he knows. He knows exactly what you meant. And he hates, with every fiber of his body, being the one who took you back to that place.

He sits down slowly. And as if gravity had multiplied, his shoulders slump. The report unimportant now. Just him, the messy table and the untouched sandwich. A bitter reminder, you were trying to take care of him, even if he wasn't capable of taking care of you.

He should never have said that, you are so constant with your generosity. And the fact that you can convert your suffering into benevolence is so noble, he loves that about you.

—

The bedroom doorknob turned with a soft click.

Aaron walked in slowly, trying not to make any noise. You were in bed, lying with your back to the door, the smell of soap and body lotion filling the room. He knew you weren’t asleep yet by the way your back moved as breathed.

You heard the door close, but you didn’t turn around.

He puts his bag on the dresser more carefully, his movements restrained, as if he were about to break something – again.

“Do you want me to sleep on the couch?” asks, his voice low.

He waits for an answer, some sign that you’re paying attention. All he gets is silence – it’s not a punishing silence, you never do that. It’s just you pondering your answer, and what he did needs more time to be forgiven.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I know that nothing I say now will be able to erase what I said. Your care will never be a negative thing. And it will never, ever be a weakness.”

Silence.

It’s okay, even if he feels his heart sinking with every second that passes without hearing your voice. He deserves this.

“I can see if Rossi is still awake and spend the night there, I know you want to be alone-”

“I didn’t mean to hit you, I’m sorry,” you murmured, turning to look at him. The guilt and shame were eating away at you—no matter how much he hurt you, aggression is never the best way. “I really didn’t mean to do that. My body just… reacted automatically.”

Aaron shakes his head slightly, not looking away. “No, it’s okay, really. I honestly think it was an appropriate reaction.”

You looked away, playing with the frayed thread of the blanket. “You’re not my father, Aaron,” your voice is soft, “but you made me feel like I was back in that house.”

He holds his breath, the words piercing him like needles, piercing every muscle in his body. Guilt weighs like lead in his stomach.

“You don’t have to sleep on the couch, it’ll make your lower back pain worse.” You finally say, turning your gaze to him.

Aaron continues to stand by the furniture—his shoulders tense and his eyes hesitant—unsure of what to do with his body.

“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice low, almost scratchy.

“When I take care of you, I’m taking care of myself and Jack. Because relationships are a two-way street. I’m not saying to give myself a prize every time I do this, I just want you to acknowledge it and let me take care of you.”

“I know that I’ve been an idiot this week,” he confesses, his voice low. “Just saying sorry isn’t enough, but I’ll… I’ll earn it.”

“No, it’s not enough,” you agree with a small smile, “but it’s a start.”

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English is not my first language are sorry for any mistake :)

[yandere-wishes]

⚙︎ Just same quick Yandere Transformers One thoughts

Imagine Sentinal Prime taking you as his darling. It's so easy for him to make you disappear, to erase you from a semi-functional world. He snaps his fingers and you're kneeling before him, optics wide in fear, servos bound behind you. All Cybertron runs through his digits, and you little girl should be utterly honored to have caught his optic.

He colors you in the richest of paints, upgrades you with the newest enhancements in all of Cybertron.

Reconstructed as the perfect doll, sitting pretty in his lap as his golden wings gently caress your back. Maybe if you're particularly feisty, rebellious, and tenacious he'll even remove your T-cog. Making you watch as he crushes your metallic organ in his fist.

"Don't forget your place, my dear. Don't make me remind you again"

Sentinal always has you propped up pretty on his lap. Trailing his fingers over your arms and thighs. Half-heartedly tracing stars and swirls as he's forced to listen to Cybertron's newest developments and his latest orders. The senate's conversations are unfiltered, they peel away the senator's golden facades leaving only the monstrous truth. Sentinel especially is the wickedest of all. Diabolic traitor playing king-prophet. You fight the urge to sink your teeth into him, biting and ridding until only scrap remains...

But the truth is too brittle. You have no power, no strength compared to him. And you're too terrified of Sentinal's punishments to step out of line.

Sometimes when the conversations get too grotesque to drown out, your desperate optics weave to an open window, peering helplessly at a world that's forgotten you. It's usually Senital's cold lips that melt away the melancholy trance. Reawaking you into your nightmare...

── .✦⋆˚☆˖°⋆｡° ✮˖ ࣪ ⊹⋆.˚ ✦ . ──

Imagine D-16 finding you as he's defeating Sentinal. You look so bruised and battered, so broken. Maybe he knew you once, a transformer who was always sweet and kind to the miners. Maybe it's the look of utter despair and hopelessness in your optics that catches his attention. Almost like a mirror of his pain. His servos itch to wrap around your neck, to crush wires and circuits, to eliminate anything that Sentinal has ever held dear.

But he can't...

His broken spark screams in pity. You're just another helpless bot trapped in Sentinel's web of deceit. He saves you for himself, a shivered war prize he's convinced he can fix. He makes plans to seek out Solus Prime's T-cog to lay within your chest. He wonders if Megatronus would approve.

But it doesn't end that way now, does it?

Destiny is too cruel for such fragile hopes.

⛧°。 ⋆༺★༻⋆。 °⛧

Alternatively, Maybe Orian is the one to find you, sacred confused, and utterly alone. He's so eager to lend a helping hand. Wanting so badly to wrap you in his arms, to give you warmth and hope. He plucks you away from Sentinal's tarnished castle. Pulling you away into a life that tastest of saccharine daydreams and sugar-laced optimism.

And Orian -or rather Optimus- is perfect, sweet and loving, and hopeful...

But he's also tasted loss and duplicity. Bitter truths leading to his jaded obsession. He's so careful with you always having a servo on your hip, always listening to every conversation. He can't have this fragile world hurt you again. He needs to protect you from everything at every cost.

Sometimes when your body is curled next to him recharging peacefully. He'll reminisce about the other Primes, wonder if they've ever felt such a love that bites so sharply at the spark. He wonders if he can really make Cybertron the perfect world for you...

[muqingslover]

Your latest fic destroyed me (in the best possible way, im weak to angst) and I've been binge reading the other stuff you have here in order to console myself lol (love it all btw!!)

What I wanted to ask is, what features do you think lads' kids would inherit from them? In the case of the guys that want kids ofc. I have this hc that Caleb's genes are stubborn af, and all his kids have his eye colour copy paste. (If you're open to requests, that is!!)

[ Thank you for your kind words anon! 💕💕 I'm always happy to hear that you guys enjoy my work! For those who are curious, this is the fic anon is referring to!

Your request ended being quite short though bc there really wasn't much for me to elaborate (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ I've mentioned before I don't see some of the boys with children, but I did them anyway for you to make up for the length! ]

⊹ His physical traits gene is like a Russian roulette, but his personality genes are unbeatable.

⊹ If Xavier was to have children they'd be as sleepy and clingy as their father.

⊹ They miiiight get his hair color, but the rest? A carbon copy of you.

⊹ I also feel like his children would be really whiny in a super cute, not annoying-toddler way.

⊹ The most adorable puppy eyes and pouty face. It feels impossible to say no to them.

⊹ The strongest genes known to man.

⊹ His children are literal copy-paste of himself. White hair, red eyes, dragon traits, ECT.

⊹ They however have your personality plus are also very, very high energy.

⊹ He absolutely adores them of course, but Sylus would ask to keep trying until he gets a mini version of yourself. What can he say, he loves you.

⊹ Oh and they're super high maintenance, much more than most kids. The twins do very little to actually help and just add to the chaos for most part.

⊹ The perfect balance of the two of you.

⊹ The little girl would have his green eyes with your hair and is just gorgeous.

⊹ The personality is a mix of both, except she is as smart as her father.

⊹ If you're an extroverted then she might be more outgoing compared to Zayne, though still enjoys sitting and playing by herself.

⊹ Annoying father = Annoying children.

⊹ Okay okay I'm joking! Kind of. The children all get his purple hair and dramatic flair.

⊹ And that my friends results in the little ones and their dad to butt heads all the damn time.

⊹ The only person they listen to is mommy, including Rafayel.

⊹ The mermaid lineage is also very strong so invest in a much bigger bathtub and prepare your heart for the water bill.

⊹ I totally agree with you that this man's genes are very stubborn.

⊹ You get a literal duplicate of him when that sweet little boy is born, personality and all.

⊹ This extends to his obsession with his mama and their silly banter over who gets to cuddle you to sleep. (He lets the little one wins because his heart is weak)

⊹ Personally though? Caleb wants a perfect mix of the two of you if you're willing to keep trying.