#and just being absolutely enamored

[cybertron-smash-or-pass]

i knew it would happen but oh my god. oh my. fucking god. i couldn't imagine it would be so bad when requesting. i was thinking about the lola propaganda and emo boy lovers and the gross freak haters. i couldn't possibly imagine that he would get such a GIANT pass percentage. yes there's six more hours to go but i know it's going to get worse over the night. As the blog curator is he really now the most passed on character I'm curious

Currently Masterson is still at a higher percentage than Beast Machines Rattrap, who I believe is our current Least Fuckable character. Masterson clears the bar by a whole percent.

And with your help we can set the bar even lower. It's not too late to Get His Ass

I don't know beachcomber too well but any humanfucker bots are welcome here.

Admittedly I was thinking at least a little bit about the rescue bots when I wrote the post because I swear to Primus every one of the main cast of bots is trying to fuck humans. Not even necessarily their human partners specifically (boulder and heatwave absolutely are tho), but at some point, every one of the bots has Said or Done Some Shit in the show that reads like they're interested in getting with humans. Prowl "I've fantasized about being human before" TFA walked so the rescue bots could sprint.

(I've also just kinda had Boulder/Graham Brainrot lately, so that might be contributing lmao)

[blueteamjax]

"I've really missed you."

I needed a new phone background and I've been thinking about them again.

[bunnymadeofstardust]

I don't see enough of them.

[itadooori]

playing with my touys rn. thinking of junhun in situations and whatnot

[age-of-moonknight]

“What If…Venom Had Bonded to Wolverine?” What If…? Venom (Vol. 1/2024), #2.

Writer: Jeremy Holt; Penciler and Inker: Tadam Gyadu; Colorist: Ceci de la Cruz; Letterer: Ariana Maher

[voxxisms]

@cervile requested a meeting!

a long day spent trying to push his products. hours and hours of labor and effort felt like it had gone down the drain. of course, not every day could be a winner. he knew the grind as well as any other businessman might. but doing it in hell, it felt like a particular kind of wound to have to the pride. trample and thrown product, some he had to fix back up midday.

the market streets were not necessarily kind to his newer technologies. hell was behind, so to speak, so his speakers and smaller televisions never did very well, compared to when he pulled out the other things. music boxes and gramophones, record players of other kinds, that resonated more closely with what these people remember, did best. but he couldn't stagnate just because they wanted to. he knew that the bigger and better would eventually win out.

still. it was exhausting to force, tiresome to battle with words and to still make no impact. so he packed up his stall slowly, everything hand built by himself, and stifled a yawn. not a cent to be had for the day's work. he dropped one of his music boxes to the ground on accident, and it popped open to play its' cheerful music in the quiet of the night.

❛ damn it. ❜

[outlying-hyppocrate]

Dear Crispin: (A warning in advance as this will be long)

I write to you now at the edge of my consciousness, my body in a fugue state of transitional absentmindedness. Before long I will likely assume a different state, and as consequence lose my creative drive and passion for a short time. This is to say that I sympathise with your artist’s block, as something not so dissimilar blights me every few days.

Particularly, it centres around roughly a dozen individuals (separated into 3 stories) and their attempts to survive in this world. For the most part, this story and setting differs little from our own Earth, with the key difference of two things: the provable existence of the divine, and the existence of North and South Tasmia islands (existing in the stead of Australia).

These gods interact with the physical plane via two methods, each corresponding to their own methods of feeding. The gods grow in power as they are thought of more, growing in conceptual strength as they take up more space in the collective consciousness of mankind. So when they wish for good, consistent growth, they form contracts, granting mortals a fraction of a piece of a drop in their sea of power in return for a variety of sacrifices or rituals that bolster that god’s place in the common memory of humanity.

And when they are starved, seeking that rapid, growing, violent growth of fear and hatred. They create Saints, living, breathing conduits of their divine fury that render the earth asunder and fell cities in their footsteps. Both are methods of forcing more of humanity to think of them, and by cause grow in power, albeit one through love and the other through fear.

Gods exist for everything, hence their abundance. As Alek, a character in TLS once said,

“There is a god for everything. One for the chair your sitting on, one for the air you breath, one for the right root of your left upper premolar, like I said, for everything. As long as there is an idea for an object, like the idea that fire hurts, there is a god for it that can be worshipped and contracted.”

Furthermore, there exists the Lower Worlds, oft considered the realm of these gods, an infinite realm of infinite floors and no rules, each floor corresponding to a unique “frequency”, not unlike a radio, and each frequency applying to its given god.

But this very feeding method of the gods is the subject matter of my writing to you today, and explaining how it works. One of the many reoccurring concepts of TLS is the variety of explanations for these gods, how they so easily disrupt the laws of physics and why they function as they do.

Some argue that they are manifestations of some dormant force within the mind. Some argue that the Lower Worlds consist of a mirror matter, our minds paying off the entropic debt into this matter. Others that the gods are simply beings of a different dimension, poking their fingers in and spilling their rules into our own.

The issue is found, not in these solutions, but in the fact that each and every one of these interpretations works. They are all completely plausible explanations for every facet of the divine, each and every solution. This raises the question, which is the right one?

The answer, is all of them. You see, it is revealed late into the story that the Lower Worlds behave like quantum particles, their contents and rules existing in a superstate. If you are unfamiliar with the concept, it means that these worlds, and by extent the gods that are formed from them, are multiple things at once until observed, at which point they collapse into one possibility.

In other words, the Lower Worlds have no set rules, logic, or systems, only the ones we apply when we attempt to reconcile it. It is an amorphous sea of possibilities, collapsing into whatever form we grant it.

Like a liquid, it fills the container it is in, morphing to whatever people consider it to be. This is why the Lower Worlds lack the logic and reason of our world, for so many have differing views on its functions and logics, resulting in an ostensible lack of order.

This is why every solution to the gods works. This is why gods are intrinsically linked to concepts and how we apply to objects. This is why gods can so easily ignore our rules.

This dimension is one of undefined energy and possibility, a sea of potential superstates and wavelengths, collapsing in the exact moment a link between idea and thing is formed into one constant state, that state being a god.

When a god, or concept it thought of, it expands the definition and dimensions of that concept, granting it a “larger container” for it to inhabit, and by consequence granting it greater power.

If you link the ideas of fire and pain, as one so often does, a new god is birthed, one of painful flames. As more people grow to fear and love this god, more conceptual “mass” is granted to it, more access to the unending undefined energy within the Lower Worlds, expanding its reach into the infinite, explaining how they feed.

Apologies for both the length and strangeness of this rambling, as I had written this after many a month of conceptualising, and desperately desired some form of sharing this work of mine with a fellow mind.

Kind regards, Valerie

(PS: I truly pray non-religiously to whatever limbo of superstate energies hold power in our world that you may be free from that cursed block, and that the waters of creativity my flow in your fields once more)

dearest valerie,

[my-current-obsession]

To be fair, the whole, “I’ll come back to you even if you don’t promise to wait,” is a line pulled directly from OG FFVII. It’s mentioned late game by Cid (who hilariously went to see a showing of loveless in Midgar but fell asleep then woke up just in time to view this ending scene 😂). But if you wanna deep dive on the meaning of this line, it’s worth noting that a version of the line is used in FFVIII in reference to the main ship of that installment — Rinoa and Squall — who also happen to be another mage/swordsman pair. And if you wanna go big brain square enix energy, there’s also the famous, “I’ll come back to you; I promise…I know you will,” between Sora and Kairi in Kingdom Hearts when he goes off on another journey while she awaits his return. If you go down those rabbit holes, it seems square really has a type for their main pairs, no?

I don't remember that line in OG FF7, but it's been years since I played it so I'll take your word for it. But you're right that similar lines/sentiments pop up frequently in other FF and KH games, so yeah, Square has a type. I still think the conversation between Cloud and Aerith in KH2 is the quickest and easiest parallel to make here though, considering the same pair can have basically the same interaction, in an entirely different game. Yes, Cloud could also have this conversation in the play with T or Y. But only Aerith's would have the added depth of being a potential callback/reference to another moment the pair shared.

And considering this game liked to callback to several moments between Cloud and Aerith in the previous game (him remembering their first meeting being what snaps him out of Sephiroth's control, the "will you be okay getting back", "if I said I wasn't" in the ending...) I think it's totally reasonable to assume that Square might have subtly referenced at least one Clerith moment from outside the compilation.

[the-punforgiven]

Y'know how people always talk about weed being a "gateway drug" that leads into doing heavier and heavier drugs as you go on?

That's what longsword was to me, I tried fighting with a greatsword yesterday and I can't go back, I need another hit already lol

[dent-de-leon]

tiny level 17 things I can't get over: Kingsley has the same strength as Caleb, which is only 10 (thinking of...both of them trying to carry each other--). King is almost as wise as Caleb (16 to 18). And for all King's rougish charm, his charisma is still at 12, and I want very badly to see 16 charisma Caleb sweep his Circus Man off his feet--

[void-botanist]

sid & avis or sid & horatio?

Help me with my boy lol

Sid & Avis part 2 :3

I did part 1 over here but these two have a lot going on:

She knows way more about him than he does about her, because her policy has long been to be beholden to no one. If he asked, she'd probably tell him, but he rarely asks (he's caught up in his own stuff for sure but also if Avis doesn't feel like telling him stuff that's her business). She was also there for his teen years and got to experience firsthand parts of his life that in hers she'd rather forget. I guess the only time she's more communicative is when she's sailing with someone, because not only are they in the same space for days or weeks at a time, they have to coordinate what they're doing. Sid doesn't know the first thing about sailing, though, so she also has her work cut out for her. She struggles a little bit with him not being like her and not approaching his parents as a couple of emotional freeloaders who should be thrown out on their asses. But when he says jump ("help me figure out how they've been lying to me") she says how high ("get in the boat we're going to Diobos"). Unfortunately, if he doesn't say jump, she's not always around. She never has been, but he low key thought that when they got back to Rade she wouldn't just keep sailing off whenever, because she wouldn't be avoiding Emma and Donovan. Isn't she supposed to be his emotional support? Whereas she knows he has that handled with his whole weird friend's family.

Sid & Horatio

Horatio adores Sid, and this is only somewhat because he's had 16 years of non-contact to build him into a concept of the ideal friend. Sid surprise coming to live with him is THE most exciting thing that has happened to him, maybe ever. While he considers Marcus equally as much a best friend as Sid, he and Sid have a much longer history, given that they went to school together until Sid moved to Ensaum. Sid finds Horatio comforting, but in his current exhausted state, also tiring as fuck. As he uncovers things about his parents he also slightly resents Horatio for having perfectly good parents (and an extra bonus dad??) because why couldn't he have some too? Aside from being constantly distracted by work, Horatio also isn't really sure how to help Sid, because of a lack of personal experience and because he doesn't want it to come through that he's a little disappointed that Sid is not the same upbeat person he was even in his letters. Unfortunately what he feels is a minor disappointment in the situation Sid easily magnifies into a broad personal attack, and neither of them realize they are not on the same page. He also feels like Horatio does not truly grasp the tragedy of him having lost all of Horatio's letters. Still, despite all of the challenges, Sid feels that being here with Horatio & family is the most like being home he's felt in a long time.

[jackgirlboy]

unstoppable force (desire to post about how pretty and gorgeous jack is) vs immovable object (knowing it will flop because everyone is still under the shared delusion that he’s a baby) vs unstoppable force (needing to express how absolutely beautiful and lovely he is anyways) vs immovable object (ingrained notion that little to no traction renders my online presence worthless)

[narcissusneverknewme]

a very select portion of personalities trigger my latent tsundere traits.

In reverse of the usual order, this feels all the worse if they are fictional.

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

Watch my 9mm go BANG!

Tags: Caleb x fem!Reader, smut, gun play, dead dove, caleb is a walking red flag in this one, the gun goes WHERE???

An: So um… I’m obsessed with him, and I sincerely apologize for writing this.

No, you’re absolutely right. Sylus would never fuck you with his gun. He cherishes you, worships your body as if you’re a goddess who fell into his lap. He’s too weary of accidentally hurting you. He couldn’t fathom shoving an object of war inside your pretty little pussy, the most safest of places that he knows. It’s a blasphemous thought really.

but you know who would do that…

“C-caleb, th-that… oh my god… what are you doing-? Mmph! Shit,” you gasp and pant, looking down between your legs to marvel at the black weapon adorned with silver attachments sliding through your slick folds.

Caleb’s lilac eyes are on you, watching you from between your knees, and he has a satisfied smirk on his face as he watches the confusion, fear, and arousal take precedent on your face.

This type of debauchery is only something you could take part in with someone you trust with your whole life. Caleb already knows all your secrets… What’s one more sick kink to add to his arsenal of blackmail?

“What’s the matter, pipsqueak? This is only such a small step up from my hand.” He taunts, raising his robotic arm up to give you a teasing wave.

His other hand is carefully dragging the handgun up and down, watching as you coat his gun in the most beautiful of shine. Truthfully, he’s considering doing this with all of his guns. He needs his pretty girl to christen all of his weapons. You know… for luck.

“Ah-!” you gasp and tense as you feel him aim the weapon right at your small bundle of nerves, applying a small amount of pressure before he skillfully maneuvers the gun in small circles.

Your hands are fisting at the sheets, slightly pulling at them as you try to take your mind off of what’s happening to you. He’s using a gun to bring you to the edge, and the worst part was you’ve never been this close to finishing so quickly before.

Your stomach tightens, and you’re on the cusp. Your legs try to clamp around Caleb’s arm and the gun, but his other hand presses to your knee and forces you to keep your legs open.

“Tsk. Come on. Let me see~ I wanna see you unravel on my gun,” his eyes are glimmering with mischief and perversion as he applies more pressure, and he flicks his wrist in tighter circles, pinpointing your pleasure center down with such ease.

“Fuck-! Caleb… I-“ you can’t even get the words out before you feel your body snap like a bowstring. Your pleasure ripples through your body in waves as your walls clench around nothing.

“What a pretty sight,” he murmurs proudly as he finally relieves some of the pressure. “I wanna see it happen again,” he proclaims, sliding the gun further down towards your entrance.

“Wait- You can’t be serious, C-caleb,” you choke out, squirming backwards on the bed away from the handgun being pointed towards your very core.

“Dead serious, pipsqueak,” he affirms as he gives you that cold gaze he’s mastered since becoming a colonel. “What? Don’t you trust me?”

He flips the gun upside down, tilting the handle towards your clit as the muzzle plugs your entrance.

Your body vibrates with anticipation, and you find yourself stilling for him. Some deep depraved part of you is just as enticed as it is repulsed.

“Look at you being such a good girl,” he purrs, pressing a kiss to the inner part of your knee before he slides the barrel of the gun inside you.

“O-oh!” you gasp, arching your back off the bed as you squeeze your eyes closed. The metal isn’t very cold anymore, and it’s adequately lubed with your arousal from earlier.

“Shh, shh.” he whispers as his hands slowly work the gun further inside you. His eyes are enamored with the sight of your puffy folds, happily swallowing his gun like the needy slut you are. “Feels good to let go, don’t it?”

You’re too focused on the feeling of his gun slowly sliding in and out of you. Your warm walls hug around the barrel. You’re completely baffled at how you’re getting so turned on from this. You should be scared out of your mind, but instead, your hips are rolling, trying to seek out more stimulation from the weapon.

“Sooo eager. God, you’re so beautiful,” his voice is husky as he whispers. He can feel the strain in his pants from his erection, but he’s not looking to relieve himself. This is all about you.

He tilts the handle of the gun upwards, pressing the butt of the handle against your small bundle of nerves. The angle of the gun making it possible to stimulate twice as much.

“Oh my— shit, Caleb!” you’re stumbling over words as your cunt flutters around the gun. You’re already close again.

“That’s right, pretty. Cum on my fucking gun. Come on. Give it to me,” he demands, gripping the gun tightly with one hand as he’s pumping it in and out quicker. The sound of metal clicking and squelching echoes in the room.

His face is twisted in pure concentration, and his muscles flex with each time he moves the gun inside you. His chain bouncing around his neck as he works you down.

Your body goes taut, and you lift your hips up off the bed. Your slick is gathered beneath you onto the sheets. You’re dripping.

Your ears begin to ring, and you shout his name as you squeeze around his gun. His hands become more methodical, pumping the gun leisurely with his hand.

You can hear him let out a low growl as he watches your pussy constrict. You’re such a pitiful thing — trying to milk his gun as if it could even give you anything.

You’re gasping for air as he slowly pulls the gun out of you. Its shiny metal was glistening in your slick. Caleb smirks to himself, knowing that every time he cleans it, he’s going to have to plunge it into you again.

“Messy girl,” he grins as he admires his weapon. He then slowly brings it up to his lips before his tongue lulls out, and he licks your juices straight off of his gun, savoring your taste.

“You’re sick,” you pant, unable to tear your eyes away from the downright pornographic sight.

“Says the one who just came on my gun like a psychopath.”

[dysaniadisorder]

[Text: i made to love winter but she was deathly and cold. she rattled my bones and played tricks on my senses. she made me long for something hazy and raw, like blood in snow. i thought of barren trees while her frigid fingers wrapped around my throat. i thought of lacy fabric clinging to burning skin as i entered an icy river, mouth blue and gritting my terth. have mercy on me, sweet winter"]

[leislibrary]

[skz] how each member cuddles you

genre: fluff pairing: ot8 x reader

a/n: my first headcanon for ot8!! hope you enjoy!

Chan pulls you into him whenever you are even slightly in his vicinity. He’s almost possessive about showing anybody watching that you’re his. Sitting on the couch? Now you’re on his lap, his arms around your waist. Talking to one of his members? He’s putting most of his weight into being draped across you. God forbid, laying in bed alone? Nope, not anymore - he’s jumping into bed and pulling you into his chest. Chan hardly has time to breathe some days, so holding you close whenever he can becomes one of his favorite ways of showing his affection. 

Lee Know pretends he’s annoyed by it, but opens his arms to you any time he’s laying down. You settle right into him, laying your head on his chest and wrapping your arms around his torso. His solid frame makes the perfect full body pillow, and the scent of his cologne relaxes you. As for him, having you this close and this comfortable on him fills his heart with pride. He would stay there forever if it meant he could provide this for you. He runs his hands through your hair, reveling in your content sighs. Anyone walking in would never dare to make fun - they are well aware Lee Know will air fry them if they disturb you. 

Changbin fully encapsulates you with both arms. No matter what position you’re in, he always has his arms wrapped around you. What’s the point in lifting if he can’t use his muscles for his princess? He loves making you feel safe from the outside world, as if you two are the only people in existence. As far as he’s concerned, you two are actually the only people in the world at that moment. He puts his full focus into making you comfortable. His heart melts when you fall asleep. Eventually he loses feeling in his arms, but he would never dream of moving. 

Hyunjin wraps himself around you like a koala. He beelines straight for you when he’s exhausted and sweaty after dance practice, collapsing into you and bringing his arms and legs around your body. Your squeals of displeasure, wriggling to escape his sweaty grasp, give him newfound energy to lean more of his weight into you. His members and SKZ staff know that if you’re around, Hyunjin will be entwined with you. In private, you never know where your body ends and his begins. His legs tangle with yours, his fingers absentmindedly rub your skin wherever his hands end up. He refuses to let go unless either one of you absolutely has to get up. 

Han presses against you whenever he wants, complete disregard for whoever sees. PDA? Never heard of it. Does not care. He buries his face in your neck just to breathe you in. Is it his fault if he can’t help himself from kissing the spot under your ear he knows you like? It’s right there, you wanted him to just ignore it? He laughs when you smack his arm. He knows if you weren’t in public your body would already be reacting to him. You smile at his antics and bring your hand up to caress the back of his head. Han’s favorite moments with you are like this - your hand in his hair, him breathing you in, completely enamored with feeling you. 

Felix is not picky in the slightest. All he cares about is feeling your warmth. He’ll slide his hands under your shirt, not in a horny way (maybe sometimes in a horny way), just to have more skin-to-skin contact. His touches are gentle, mindful of where you’re more sensitive. He loves when you play with his hair, especially after a tiring day of rehearsals. He nuzzles his face into whichever body part closest to it. His voice drops when he’s relaxed like this, the deep register contrasting the sweet words he whispers in your skin. 

Seungmin loves being cuddled. You’re the big spoon more often than not. He is slightly embarrassed by how easily you can break his sarcastic demeanor, so he does not do PDA that often. But when you two are alone? Prepare for him to pout until you wrap your arm around his chest. Prepare for him to whine if you shift away for a second. He does love being cuddled, but he also knows when you need to be held. He’s all over you the second he detects any sadness. He practically smothers you with his love - he leaves delicate kisses on your hands, up your arms, finally landing on your collarbones. He rarely lets anyone see his softer side, but it’s almost the only side of him you ever see.

I.N craves skinship with you, but tolerates it with the boys. Still, he is so subtle you almost don’t realize what’s happening. It starts with him sitting beside you, throwing his arm around the back of your seat. Then he shifts his arm to drape over your shoulders. Then he pulls you closer, not diverting his attention from his conversation. Eventually, you’re resting your head on his shoulder, knees curled up into his lap, and you are not sure when you even moved. However, he welcomes any time you initiate it. You’ll flop down on the couch he’s sitting on, resting your head on his thigh, and I.N smiles as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. Hyunjin watches, exclaiming “What does Y/N have that I don’t??” with mock fury.