#anyway. good ask ehehehe

[musubiki]

Imagine everyone learning before graduating thinking it’s Lime who’s gonna give the graduation speech being the best student only for it to be Coco

I MEAN SHE IS THE STUDENT COUNCIL PRESIDENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(what if lime was supposed to do it but its like that fruba fairy god mother yuki scene where as soon as he gets on stage no one can shut the hell up and wouldnt even be able to hear what hes saying so they nerfed him and put coco up there LMFAOO)

[tekitothemagpie]

How Stain thought All Might would kill him :

How Toshinori killed him :

Idea from @loadingbnhas tags and a post I think.

[jessenitrogen]

my ocs as mostly tumblr text posts but its badly edited

[yxstxrdrxxm-a]

Congrats babe, your “Tailor of Inazuma” threw me down a rabbit hole of Vocaloid’s 7 deadly sins series 👍 Great fic btw 🥳

Well uh, that's a good thing! I may as well consider it an achievement unlocked (/j)

Jokes aside, thank you so much for the compliment, anon! :D I put a lot of effort in it after my Lyney fic, and I'm so glad you enjoyed "Tailor of Inazuma"! (/gen /pos)

I thought I deviated too much on the source (Tailor of Enbizaka... Please, you keep haunting my head rn), but I'm so glad it threw you through the series. The songs are really good, 10/10, would highly recommend listening :D

Anyways, I probably should cut my rambling short hahaha. Thank you again for the compliment, anon! <3 so glad you enjoyed reading through it!

[k0mmari]

OMG I ACCIDENTALLY CLICKED SEND MY BIG FAT FINGERS IM SO SORRY PLS IGNORE MY PREVIOUS UNFINISHED ASK!!!! (I'm so embarrassed) BUT I LOVE LOCKED AND LOADED SO MUCH

But anyway, I just wanted to ask what Shen Jiu would think if/when he realises him and Shen Yuan are essentially carbon copies of each other (except Shen Yuan is just a fully white colouration) during his growth and/or when he reaches adulthood. I'm sure Shen Jiu is definitely observant enough to make that connection.

Would he question Shen Yuan? Doubt Shen Yuan? (since Shen Yuan literally confirmed that both of them have no relation when Shen Yuan introduced himself) So wouldn't it be kinda sus that they look so alike but are not related? I'm just dying for the inevitable misunderstanding from Shen Jiu and his overthinking and tendency of not-wanting-to-ask-directly.

Good question! Though, I'll just have to add that SY never really transmigrated into SQQ, so when he shot the System, he glitched everything out and became more like a 50/50 mix between his old body and original SQQ's body

I can't really say if SJ will notice how similar they are because of spoilers (ehehehe), but maybe! It is likely! If he doesn't have other things to worry about at the moment :)

[princewylder]

ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE!!

So I'll be honest, I really do like any kind of sword (arming swords, bastard swords, katanas, scimitars, etc) but I do have three swords that I would probably consider my top favorite swords. Mostly due to design, but also sometimes in how they were used (as you'll see). So:

Number 3: Claymore

I think the reason I adore this sword is because of the name and the hilt! The name itself comes from Claidheamh Mór - which to my knowledge is Scottish Gaelic specifically but it roughly translates to Large/Great Sword. Which is a pretty good name for it honestly. I believe the hilt has a specific name (which escapes me at the moment) but look at it! I think it's a really nice example of how you can have a hilt be unique/stylish and practical! The little circle shapes at the end are so pretty imo...

Number 2: Falchion

An Italian sword (apparently I like Italian weaponry....) that I just think looks really cool! I like the thicker blade (makes it much more effective for cutting) and they always have really nice hilt designs.

And number 1: Executioner Swords

Yep. I absolutely ADORE these things. I think because they are quite different from a regular sword both in terms of usage and design (the curved point looks really nice to me idk) and also as a lot of these were ceremonial/used for a specific purpose (executions) a lot of them have really impressive designs with really bad ass quotes/phrases engraved into the blade. I actually got to see one in person at a castle I went to last year! I don't think I was able to hold it (preservation reasons) but it was soooo cool being able to see it...

I'm not sure how clear it is in the picture but do you see the engravings!!! The level of detail put into these swords always blows my mind

prince i would like to know. whats your favorite kind of polearm? (not necessarily european, any blade on a long shaft counts in my book)

OOHH that is an exciting question thank you!!!

OK I'll admit, my knowledge of polearms is limited compared to my knowledge of swords but I do have two standout favourites (cheating a little with two but one I only learned about recently...)

First one is the halberd! Probably a basic choice but I really like the shape of it and its versatility! It can be used as a traditional spear of course but the axe head and the hook (used I think to help footman drag cavalry off their horses?) add some nice variety to it!

Second is one I learnt about recently actually, the corseque! I really love the shape of this thing (it's Italian in origin I believe) and where the precursor to the glaive apparently (another polearm I like)

[lego-monkie-enjoyer]

So I've had a Shadowpeach proposal idea swimming around in my head for a while, and I felt like I just NEEDED to get it out there...

Obviously, by this point, Macaque is more than okay with being around Wukong. They've hung out as more than friends before this, but little does he know, this time is different.

Now I haven't thought of any of the minor details, but what if Macaque wakes up one day and finds a messily-scrawled note from Wukong that basically says "MEET ME AT THUH TOP OF FLOWR FRUT MOUNTIN AT 7", and Macaque chuckles, as he's grown fond of decoding Wukong-ese.

He does his usual stuff, sitting around watching musicals, writing new scripts for plays, maybe a bit of shopping at the local farmer's market, YADAYADAYADA

SO BASICALLY MACAQUE GOES TO FFM AFTER A DAY FULL OF WONDERING WTF HIS FAVORITE DORK IS UP TO, AND WHEN HE GETS THERE, HE'S LIKE WTF BECAUSE there's little fairy lights strung up around a lump-

Are those pillows and blankets…? His ears twitch, and he hears someone approach from behind. It's Wukong.

Wukong's like "Dang, I didn't think you would show up, BUT YIPPEE, anyway-"

They eat dinner (Wukong just picked up noodles from Pigsy's because he's cheap they're Macaque's favorite)

And by the time they're done eating and laughing about stupid shit, the sun has long since set, and the stars are out.

Something, something, they're laying down, and Wukong looks up at the moon, and then at Macaque, his moon HEHEHEHE

Then he asks Macaque what he thinks about the idea of spending eternity with someone…

Macaque thinks Wukong is fucking with him, so he huffs out a laugh and rolls over to face Wukong, ready to snap back with one of his famous snarky remarks, but-

But Wukong is looking at him with such love and sincerity, that he literally has to bite his tongue and do a double-take because what the fuck is going on? Is he dreaming? No… it hurt when he bit himself… What-?

Macaque thinks… and thinks some more… and finally…

"I wouldn't mind if my eternity was spent with yours…"

Wukong looks at him, smiling with tears in his eyes, and pulls an immortal peach out from under one of the blankets and Macaque's eyes go WIDE AS HE'S STILL PROCESSING THE WORDS THAT JUST CAME OUT OF HIS MOUTH.

And

And

And then

HEHEHEHE

Wukong takes a bite of the peach, and for a second, Macaque gives him a 'what the fuck' look, because he's already immortal a bajillion times over, why does he need- Oh…

Wukong is kissing him… With the piece of peach still in his mouth… He wants Macaque to take it from him…

ERM… SO I'VE NEVER BEEN GOOD AT ENDINGS, AND I THINK IT'S REALLY COOL WHEN FIC AUTHORS LET THE READERS DECIDE HOW IT ENDS (Totally not because I genuinely don't know how to end this, or anything...)

SO

SO

EHEHEHE

WHAT THE SIGMA

ANYWAY, I'M STILL FREAKING OUT ABOUT THE PEACH TRANSFER IDEA, THAT'S LITERALLY SO GAY WHAT THE FUCK WAS I ON?? 😭😭😭

[maukiki1-but-cringefail]

About TFONE bee fandom

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Okay so a shit ton of people are pointing this out already and everything im about to say has probably been said already but i feel liked id say this to tumblr so:

I think its not good that uh. Some people are seeing TFONE bee as a? Literal baby? Like, a child? How did people even come to this conclusion, just hearing his voice enough, i doubt hes supposed to be like, a literal child😭isn’t it weird that some part of the fandom is infantilizing the talkative, happy character? Just because he likes to share things about himself and talks a lot? He may be young but like, i don’t think hes supposed to be THAT young zamn

Idk some of the jokes are funny or whatever but like come onnnn… the momlita thing too. What? Where in this movie is she motherly? Let alone overprotective?

Shes like, a little bit mean (not even that tbh . Reasonable crashout) sometimes . Is it because shes a woman? Like what? If anything id say optimus is the mother here smh. Can’t be more motherly than optimus prime himself

Like this movies the origin story or whatever so everyones younger but the way certain parts of this fandom treats tfone bee is rubbing me the wrong way man, thats a grown bot with nuts and bolts if you ask me. Bee and Elita barely had any interaction anyway. And creating interactions creating more than the movie gave you is completely fine, its great, i love that shit but this just seems like mischaracterization to me idk. Im not the transformers expert

Yeah this is mostly just be going “umm this is weeiiirdd i hate when people have funnn ehehehe☝️🤓🤓🤓” im sure someone can express this better than i have but i think yall get the point lmfao. Not that big of a deal i don’t think but its oddd its offff im sayinnn…..gortbye✌️

[spirit-lanterns]

PORTAL 2 MENTIONED!

Also, haha, potato Kafka would be so ornery and >:I

I'm imagining Robot!Himeko just like, "Not looking too sharp, there."

And Kafka is just "ĐĪƏ!"

Oh, btw, did we even MAKE a Himeko backstory!?

No?

Okay then!

Himeko was kind of like a working prototype of a robot meant to pump out blueprints, inventions, and a repairbot.

Sooooo, kind of like how people want to make robots that make fast food and deliver it. But people want vehicle mechanic-ing and making screws and stuff an automatic process.

Himeko is like that, but is moreso meant to invent working blueprints and create things herself (maybe her briefcase is a 3-D printer? I think that would be pretty cute!)

Anyway, being a prototype, she probably had poor optimization in the GPU and RAM departments, leading to easy overheats and circuitry damage due to that, which the engineer has to repair.

Eventually, newer models come out (maybe in the form of Misha? But he's not really an inventor... idk) and, as older models are, Himeko is cast aside, deemed not good enough to use for long term, and no one wanted to use money and resources to try to update her, since she's not exactly brand-new anymore.

Perhaps her AI was copy-pasted to HI3 Himeko, but I know not much about that series to properly talk about it, oopsies...

The "coffee" She drinks is a special oil and fuel that helps to optimize her GPU usage, though the exact formula went out of production, the instructions and how to make it is still retained in Himeko's memory, which she probably tells to Engineer.

She likely tries to help the Engineer with her job, but since she was made more for inventing and her repairing doesn't specialize in robots, she can't help the engineer with her job-job, so helps to repair or create small trinkets the Engineer has. So maybe she makes screwdrivers, or wrenches.

I bet she has such a wholesome relationship with Robot!Stelle. When the Engineer's busy, Robot!Stelle probably goes to Himeko to ask for help with mending two things together, or finding out what something is and what it's used for, if it can still be useful, etc.

—🪽

EHEHEHE sassy and mean Potato Kafka makes me giggle 🤭

As for your whole deep dive on Android! Himeko, I am mighty impressed! I really like the idea of her being an android that’s sole purpose is to invent things, so I can see her being like a little assistant or helper in the Engineer’s laboratory. Maybe she’s really good at making coffee for you too <3

Oh and her relationship with Android! Stelle is just as sweet as their canon relationship in the game! I can see the two of them bonding over both being older model androids and Stelle looking up to Himeko like the mother figure she never had. It’s nice that Stelle finally has an android companion that doesn’t scare the oil out of her 😅

P.S: I can see some of the androids (besides Stelle and inevitably March) getting jealous over Android! Himeko because she works so closely to you. She spends almost every hour of the day holed up with you in your laboratory, and unless you are fixing up an android, you and Himeko are alone for majority of the day 👀

[graciegoeskrazy]

if i believe u

matty healy + daughter!r (ft. gabbriette, charli, and george!)

warnings: angsty asf but what did u except, matty says he regresas being a dad, step moms(???), queen gabbriette, shitty matty, lying, yelling, a curse word or two, just general family angst, longest one if written in awhile, george n charli

a/n: first matty daughter r in awhile but 5 SEPERATE PEOPLE ASKED FOR THIS so i had to do it obvi. btw im not hating on gab she’s actually the hero of this story i will not tolerate gabbriette slander only matty slander eheheh. ty to my lovely anons who requested it makes me happy🤭

r is about 13 ish

Your dad said him and Gabby were going out to dinner while you were at your end of the year dance. It was an event for middle schoolers, nothing crazy, but they figured they’d take advantage of a couple hours to themselves by having a romantic dinner out. He said they’d be home well before you ended your night, and to just text when you got home.

“I’m home!”

You were met with no answer. You didn’t think much about it and went to your room, starting to take off your jewelry from the night.

“Hey, dancing queen.” He said, appearing in the doorway.

You smiled at his comment, looking back at him. “How was dinner?” You asked.

He cleared his throat before speaking. “Good…really really good.”

You thought his response was interesting, but didn’t look to much into it, just taking off your heels from the evening.

“Where’s Gabby?” You asked.

“Bedroom. Thought i’d talk to you in private for a second.”

You turned back suddenly. “About what?” He chuckled when your face turned to worry so quickly.

“Nothing bad. Don’t worry. No one is dead.”

You smiled back, crossing your arms. “Then what is it?”

He looked down at his hands, specifically one finger.

He rarely wore new rings, always sticking to the same ones. You quickly noticed he was grazing over a new one.

One that laid on a certain finger.

You already knew your answer, but you asked anyway, “What’s that?”

He showed a coy smile, while examining the ring on his own finger. “An engagement ring.” He said, smiling.

A part of himself couldn’t believe it. You definitely couldn’t believe it either.

“You’re engaged?” You asked, voice quiet.

“Yeah,” He said, with a faded breath. “Yeah honey, I am.”

Your voice became quiet. “To Gabby?”

“Yeah.” His smile wouldn’t go away. He hasn't smiled like that in so long. A part of you wanted to take a picture of it. Another part of you wanted to wipe it off his face.

“Wow.” was all you could say at the moment.

You spoke after a second of silence. “Are you sure about this dad?”

“About what? Marrying the love of my life?”

He started to get defensive right away. “I mean, Dad, I don’t know her.” You let out a short laugh and smile, as if that should’ve been obvious. “Yeah, she’s been nothing but nice but, you haven't been dating for even a year? And now what? She’s gonna move in with us?”

You saw his face turn. “No, we’re moving in with her.” He said quickly.

You couldn’t believe it. And the fact that he said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world made it harder. “Wh-what about London?”

He started to look anywhere but at you. “We’re gonna move to the states, baby.”

He can’t be serious.

You blinked at him, unsure if this was a dream. “So…I get zero say in this?”

He scoffed. “God forbid I try and give you some stability in life- a family.”

Your blood started to boil. “She’s not even old enough to be my mother.”

“Y/n Healy!”

“And what stability? My life has been a faltering mess since you’ve opened your mouth!” Your voice was now at ten, his not far behind.

“Do not talk to me like that young lady.” He stood straighter, in full authoritative dad mode.

“Don’t talk like what? Don’t tell the truth?” His eyebrow quirked. “You know full well the reason people dropped me, or the reason I had to switch friend groups is because of the stupid shit you’ve said.” He sighed, he knew you were right about that one. “Dad, it’s not that you’re getting married, it’s the fact that you didn’t even think to tell me!”

“I thought you would be happy! This is good news!”

“What about this conversation we’re having screams ‘happiness’?” You said while gesturing between the two of you.

“Oh, so you hate Gabby?”

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t hate Gabby- I never said I did!”

“Oh so, you just don’t want me to marry her. You don’t want me to be happy.” He started to get protective, voice full of venom.

“I never said that ethier!” You were growing tired.

“Then what is it?”

You felt that it was painfully obvious, but clearly not. “Dad, my whole life is here. My school, my only friends, my home, and you’re just gonna take that away from me in an instant? Without any warning?” He started getting angry. You kept going.

“You didn’t even think about asking me!”

“I wouldn’t have to think about asking if you weren’t here!”

And there it was. The truth. The thought you’ve been dreading to hear since the moment you found out your existence wasn’t exactly planned. The straw that broke the camels back. The words you knew were always true, but never thought you’d actually hear him say.

Your world went blurry after that. Gabbriette stormed in, yelling “Matty!”, and shielding you from your father and any other personal or verbal attacks he might make, but the truth was that he recognized his mistake right after he said it.

He promised himself, right after you were born, he would never make you feel like a mistake. A burden. He wouldn’t be one of those dads. But here he was, frozen. Standing in front of his fiancé while she hold his baby girl, sobbing, because of his words. Because he made her feel that way.

You cried into her. She held you close. Your father slowly became aware of his mistakes and what he had done. Gabbriette looked at him, still holding on tight to you. “Get out.”

He swallowed. “I didn’t mean-“

“Get out Matthew.” She said sharply.

He walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

It felt like the weight of the world came crashing down on your shoulders. The truth, finally free, so heavy that you couldn’t keep up anymore, you came falling down with it.

Gabby knew he didn’t entirely mean it. But, her focus was on the task at hand. And that was getting you back to feeling safe. You sobbed and sobbed into her, the cries getting more violent over time. “It’s alright, i’ve got you.” She brought you to the bed, soothing you and kissing your head gently. “I’m right here.”

—————

Matty woke up the next morning with a raging headache. He turned to find his fiancé’s side of the bed empty and cold. He sighed.

The knocks wouldn’t stop. He begrudgingly leapt out of bed and to the front door. When he opened the door he was met with Charli and George, standing side by side. Both still in lounge clothes but Charli wide awake, compared to George who looked half asleep.

“What did you do to your daughter now?” She asked, crossing her hands over her chest, voice full of power.

Matty tried rubbing his eyes awake, but it was no use. “What?” he asked, voice full of sleep.

Charli ignored him and flew past him through the house. “You think my kid was really capable of keeping her mouth shut? Baby?! Auntie Charli is here!!!”

George, still in his sleepy state, met his friend, closing the door behind him. “What did you do man?”

Matty sighed, putting his hands over his eyes to block out the peaks of sun coming in as he made his way to the living room. “I messed up.”

George rolled his eyes, “Well clearly because Charli wouldn’t wake me at 7am if it wasn’t important.”

Matty groaned and leaned back. “How did she even know?”

George shrugged, “Your girl must’ve texted ours.” Matty hummed. “She swore to y/n she wouldn’t tell us, but she was worried about what you said to her. Came crying to us this morning.”

George patted him on the shoulder and started to leave the room. “I’m making coffee. Go put pants on and then tell me what happened.”

—————

earlier that morningr - 4am

You only left your bed once after the fight and it was only to change out of your dress from the dance and into pjs Gabbriette gathered for you after much convincing that you’d be more comfortable.

She brushed your hair back and into a ponytail. When she tried to leave after you finally settled, you begged her in your sleepy state to stay.

So she did.

Come 4 am, you were wide awake. Unable to get your fathers words out of your mind. “Are you awake?” You said.

“Yeah.” She said.

It took you a second but she spoke. “I’m sorry, Gabby.”

She opens her eyes and turned to face you, grabbing your face softly with one hand in the process. “You have nothing to apologize for, y/n-”

You started crying at the gesture. “I don’t hate you! I swear I don’t! He’s lying-“

She shushed you. “I know you don’t, sweet girl. He’s just trying to get in your head after everything.”

You slowly nodded and she sighed. “You need to know that you did nothing wrong. Ever.”

Your cries turned to sniffles. “Yes I did.”

“What did you do?”

“I existed?”

She knew this is how you really felt, and it hurt her so much to realize that the person who was supposed to be the love of her life did this to his own daughter. He made you feel this way. Nothing or no one else. “Honey, that’s not true.”

“Yes it is. He said it!”

“Well what he said was wrong.” She said frim, yet caring. “No doubt about it.”

The sniffles slowly softened even more over time. After a minute or two in comfortable silence, you spoke. “I hope you still love him though.”

She laughed, not expecting your honest remark. “Unfortunately, I still do. With all my heart.” She didn’t miss the smile that danced on your lips. “Go back to sleep. I don’t need him clouding your thoughts when you’re trying to get your beauty rest.”

You closed your eyes, snuggling closer to her, hand quickly grazing over hers in the process. “Damn girl, that’s a big fucking rock.” You said.

She laughed and smiled.

—————

She explained everything to Chali when she woke them up the next morning. You hid in the bed, crying. You had thought so but she did confirm that she was eavesdropping the entire time. You didn’t mind though. She had your back and that was all that matters.

—————

Matty sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the framed picture he held in his hands. Your bright, innocent smile seemed to mock him, reminding him of the days when you would run into his arms after school, eager to share every detail of your day, no matter how mundane it was.

He thought about how you stood by him, through it all. It didn’t matter if it was family issues, band drama, or even his drug addiction. He loved the fact he didn’t have to pretend to be someone for you, not a rockstar, a perfect son or friend, just Dad, your Dad. And for a very very very long time, that was all you needed.

The house felt colder, quieter. He took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair, and stood up.

It was time. Gabbriette had left for some errands earlier that morning, making a point to look your father dead in the eyes and telling him to ‘man up and do it.’ Truthfully, he couldn’t let another day pass without trying to bridge the gap between the two of you. With determined steps, he walked down the hallway to your room. He knocked gently on the door, the sound echoing louder than he anticipated in the silent house. “Baby? Can we talk?” he called, his voice wavering slightly. No response. He knocked again, a little louder this time.

“Baby girl, please. I just want to talk.”

Still nothing. He sighed, leaning his forehead against the door. “I’m coming in,” he said softly, turning the knob and pushing the door open.

You were sitting at your desk, your back to him, headphones on, absorbed in a sketchpad. Your long curly hair, nearly identical to the ones Matty used to embrace, cascaded down your back, slightly hiding your face from him. He took a step inside, the creak of the floorboard announcing his presence.

“Y/n?” he tried again, his voice barely above a whisper.

You didn’t turn around. He could see your shoulders tense, though, and he knew you heard him. Guilt twisted in his stomach, but he pressed on.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. For everything.”

There was a flicker of movement; you paused your drawing but didn’t remove your headphones. Matty felt a pang of desperation.

“I know I’ve made mistakes. Big ones. And I know I’ve hurt you,” he continued, his voice cracking. “I was so caught up in my own problems that I didn’t see how it was affecting you. And for that, I’m truly sorry.”

He watched as your hand gripped the pencil tighter. It was a small reaction, but it was something. He took another step closer, now standing just a few feet behind you.

“I miss you,” he said, his voice barely audible. “I miss our talks, our laughs. I miss my daughter.”

Slowly, you reached up and removed your headphones, placing them carefully on the desk. You didn’t turn to face him, but your silence spoke volumes. Matty took it as an invitation to continue.

“I don’t expect you to forgive me right away. Or even talk to me. I just… I just needed you to know how sorry I am.”

There was a long pause. Matty felt the weight of the silence pressing down on him, each second stretching into an eternity. He opened his mouth to say something else but then closed it, unsure of what more he could add.

Finally, you spoke, voice barely a whisper. “You can’t just say sorry and expect everything to be okay.”

Your words, though quiet, felt like a punch to his gut. He nodded, though you couldn’t see him. “I know,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I know.”

“It’s not that simple, Dad,” Your voice broke slightly. “You hurt me. A lot.”

He felt tears welling up in his eyes. “I know I did. And I hate myself for it. But I love you, darling. More than anything in the world. You know that.”

You finally turned around, eyes red and filled with tears. You looked at him for a long moment, searching his face for something—truth, perhaps, or sincerity. Your dad held his breath, afraid to move, afraid to break whatever fragile connection you had in that moment.

“You said you regret having me,” you said, voice trembling. “That you wished I wasn’t here- How do you expect me to forgive that?”

His heart shattered at your words. He knelt down beside your chair, looking up at you. “Darling, I was wrong. I was so wrong. I was overwhelmed and stressed, and I lashed out in the worst possible way. I didn’t mean it. Not for a second.”

You looked up, blinking away the tears streaming down your face. “But you said it. You can’t just take it back.”

“I know,” he said, voice breaking. “I know I can’t. But please believe me when I say I didn’t mean it. I love you more than anything in this world. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand. “It doesn’t feel like it.”

Matty felt desperation clawing at him. “I’ve been a terrible father, y/n. I let my own problems cloud my judgment. But I want to change. I need to change. For you. For us. That’s why maybe this whole engagement thing isn’t a bad idea?”

You sniffled again, giving a serious look, “I don’t hate Gabby.”

He sighed, “I know you don’t-“

“You really hurt me, Dad.” Your eyes were filled with pain and tears.

He nodded, tears streaming down his face. “I know, sweetheart. And I’m so, so sorry. I’ll do whatever it takes to make things right. Just… please give me a chance.”

You looked down at your work, fingers tracing the lines you’d drawn. Matty watched you, his heart aching for a sign of hope.

“I don’t know if I can forgive you,” you said softly. “Not yet.”

Matty nodded, his heart heavy. “I understand,” he said gently. “I’m not asking you to. I just want you to know that I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere.”

You looked at him, eyes searching his face. “Do you really mean it?” you asked, voice small. “That you’re sorry?”

Matty met your gaze, his eyes filled with tears, and smiled. “With all my heart,” he said. “I’m so, so sorry, my love.”

You held his gaze for a long moment, then nodded, a single tear sliding down your cheek. “Okay,” you whispered. “We’ll see.”

Matty smiled through his tears, a small, hopeful smile. It was a start, a glimmer of hope in the darkness. And for now, that was enough.

[tfone-continuity-au]

hello!! it's my first time ever asking a question on tumblr lol

I saw the animatic a few weeks back and I kinda forgot about it since I couldn't find this blog- fortunately, My Way got stuck in my head, which was a great reminder to try and find this again XD

anyways uh questions

What is the basic plot of this AU, and what prompted you to make it? (WHY DO BOTH BEE AND ELITA DIE ANSWER ME GRABS YOU BY THE SHOULDERS /silly)

Do you intend to make some sort of masterpost for this soon?

What program did you make the animatic on? And how long did it take you?

and uh yeah that's it :D

Oh my gosh hi ;D!! Welcome!! And yea dw I might’ve misplaced a hyphen or two in the animatic so that probably didn’t help lol

Anywho!! The basic plot for this AU is, of course, continuing where TFone left off! In specifics though, this all came from the simple idea of:

“What if Bee tried to fix the rift between Megs and Optimus during the war?”

With TFone giving Bee an actual relationship to D prior to the war, the idea he’d still try to fix things and mediate between them even as their situation devolves was a really appealing twist on the format to me.

So, the AU basically takes the war and history we know and interjects it with a “3rd party” mediation via Bee’s attempts as he kinda represents all the bots fighting regardless of the side. Finding bits of middle ground, compromise, rules of war, etc between the them even as it descends.

Starting from this testy alliance to defeat the Quintessons, to conflict and battles over land, resources, or control, until finally an all out civil war for rule over Cybertron.

It focuses heavily on the characters and their relationships with one another as the world caves in… and I’ll be bringing a fair good bit into this because character dynamics ;>

;D as for that middle question there… all I’m gonna say is trust me. I have agonized hours over those two scenes. Their deaths each mark a turning point in the war and are critical to story. Elita’s especially, but she gets alot of time in the spotlight before it and arguably one of the most important parts! She’s definitely become a favourite as I’ve been outlining and writing all this eheheh

Also there will be an alternate “happier” ending to this because even I’m coping LMAO

Also I do intend to make a masterpost! I didn’t expect the animatic to blow up so much and was unprepared for the popularity XD

I am currently writing the first 5 chapters for the fanfic that will accompany this and tell the bulk of the story. Once they’re done, it all goes live at once on AO3 to kick it off! Then I’ll pin the masterpost for everything with links/explanations ;]

I used Procreate for the art and LumaFusion Video Editor for the production of it! Was around 5~ months of work whenever I had the time to squeeze it in!

Thank you so much for your interest and reaching out ;Dc!!! Really makes me excited other people loved my nonsense as much as I adored making it!!!

I hope this answered your questions and feel free to ask if you or anyone else for that matter has any!! I love yapping about this nonsense Ehe

[apomaro-mellow]

idk how detailed of a prompt ur looking for but: Eddie thinks Steve's chest hair is hot for the bingo

im thinking of them going to the lake or something and Steve takes off his shirt and Eds nearly has a heatt attack bc yeah he'd seen Steve's chest before but he kinda repressed it? along with the whole upside down deal so he's like choking at the sight and at the newly found memory lol

but anything you come up with will be amazing im sure <3

every time i get a prompt i rub my lil raccoon hands together ehehehe

They weren't going to Lover's Lake. That had been the one thing everyone agreed on at first. Too much to unpack but it went without saying that no one wanted to relive the memory of what had happened in those waters. They all packed up and went about three hours away to a totally different town with a totally different lake.

"Summer time, a bunch of teens, a town where no one knows us", Eddie commented as they parked. "Did we just drive into another horror movie set up?"

"I think we can handle some random killer in the woods", Jonathan said.

Eddie couldn't argue. He knew for a fact that Steve had packed away his oh so trusty nail bat and that Nancy was strapped too. At a moment's notice, Robin looked ready to turn a beer into a makeshift molotov. But that was the last thought he wasted on the spring break from hell. Because the moment everything was set up, Steve pulled his shirt off like he was in a goddamn cologne ad.

That unnecessarily sexy way where he grabbed it off his back and pulled it of, shaking out his hair as if it would dare to fall out of place.

So here's the thing.

Eddie saw Steve shirtless that one time back in Hawkins. But it had been dark, and they were on a boat hunting an evil wizard and then in an underworld running from demon bats and there had been a lot going on, okay? He's ogled Steve plenty since then, now that he had time to, but he hadn't had an opportunity to see his naked chest again.

"Put on sunscreen!", Robin shouted, tossing it at Steve's head.

"Ow! Rude!" Steve picked it up and obeyed anyway, starting at his arms. Time seemed to slow. Or maybe Steve was purposely going slow, it was hard to tell. Then his eyes met Eddie and his next stroke up towards his neck seemed very intentional.

Eddie swallowed.

"Mind getting my back?", Steve asked.

Eddie didn't trust his mouth for once, so he just nodded, taking the tube of sunscreen and was definitely not thinking about squirting another kind of creamy white substance onto this beautifully dotted back. He tried to distract himself by looking at what the others were doing. Jonathan had already lit up a joint that he was now passing to Nancy. Robin was laid out in a chair, nose in a book.

Argyle was leading the kids down the shore to where they could rent out canoes. Or was it kayaks? All Eddie knew was that El was adamant on some sort of boating adventure.

"You okay back there?", Steve asked.

"Yep, yup, mhm. Almost done." He was done. The sunscreen was completely gone and he was just rubbing circles into his skin for no reason.

"You mind doing my chest too?"

"Wh-hat?", Eddie choked.

"I don't really like the feel of sunscreen on my hands", Steve justified and that was good enough for Eddie.

He still wasn't prepared for when Steve turned around. Eddie sat between his legs and god this might've been the closest they've ever been. Especially with this little amount of clothes between them, both of them in their swimming trunks and nothing else. Eddie squeezed some sunscreen onto his hands first, rubbing them together and warming it before pressing them to Steve's chest.

Goddamn it felt so....would it get thicker as he got older? It went all the way up to his collarbone and there was just a hint of a happy trail now but maybe with some time...

"They do know we're still here, right?", Nancy asked after letting out a puff. True, they were some feet away but still.

"I've got a spray bottle in case they go below the waist", Robin said, shaking said bottle.

Steddie bingo under the cut

[noctiva]

Okay can I just gush about something I really liked about your X-Virus fic the most for a moment

1. don't get me wrong I'm a huge sucker for Toby, but the part where the reader didn't want to be handed over to him and Cody asked "Just me?" was so hot RAHHHH (that being said, if you ever write a threesome with them trust I will be in the front rows to read it. it's just that the choice of making this specific fic as Cody exclusive was just so perfect!!)

2. when I went into this fic and saw you tag dubcon and mentions of noncon, while I enjoy fanfics with those themes I wasn't sure what to expect exactly (mostly because I've never read an X-Virus fic before and don't know his character), but based on the summary I assumed Cody had sexual intentions from the beginning and I was entirely down for that premise. HOWEVER the storywriting choice for him to not have sex on his mind at all with the experiment, reject the reader's advances, and then eventually succumb to "taking advantage" of them, was sooo chef's kiss like it made it 100x hotter in a way I didn't know I needed

overall this was one of the best reader inserts I've ever read, 100/10 keep up the good work 🤲❤

EEEK!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I’m so happy to hear that you loved it!!

First of all - yeah i was kicking my feet giggling when i wrote that. Like YEAH. JUST YOU cody ehehehe let me be your little lab rat LOLLLLLLL

Second - YAY! With the way i characterize Cody it really wouldn’t have made sense for him to just jump your bones right off the bat. He’s a scientist, a researcher at heart so he would definitely be taking you hostage with (not so) innocent intentions. It wasn’t a lie when he said that he just wanted to observe you - in his eyes, that’s what you were there for. A living specimen that he could document. But of course, when you’re whining, whimpering, and pawing at him like a cat in heat, it’s a LITTLE difficult to stay professional. Maybe he didn’t quite realize what he was getting into when he was injecting you (which, FAIR. He had only tested it on his rats beforehand - Remy and Darwin best characters btw)

Anyway!! Thank you!! This is so kind of you!! I put like, way too much effort into that fic so I’m glad to hear that it all paid off hehe

[kayharrisons]

What would you do, if I went to touch you now? [Simon Hitchson x afab! Reader] [1 of ?] [18+ ONLY]

You think he's a moron. He thinks you're a snob.

You can't seem to keep your hands to yourselves.

A/N: ehehehe first Archie fic that isn't Tyler 🤭 I rewatched the Jetty recently and ugh, Hitch my beloved 😩😩 what I'd have given for more of him! Anyway, tldr; reader and Hitch hate each other but can't seem to stop fucking on the DL 🤭🤭 ft some Plot too ehehehe. Title taken from I Can See You by Taylor Swift! It feels v fitting for this fic 😩 plot will come in next chapter I promise ehehehe!

Series warnings: mentions of violence, child sexual abuse, abuse of minors, murder, past child abuse, derogatory language, pimping, Hitch being a bit of a twat who needs a backbone initially, sex, inappropriate workplace relations 👀, Ember being tired of these two and their bullshit

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God.

He's so fucking stupid.

You squint at Hitch from your desk, watching him toss Maltesers up in the air in an attempt to catch them in his mouth.

He fails, more often than not.

You imagine a lot of people might find it endearing, but you can't help but feel frustration coil deep in your belly.

His work is literally open on his computer, ready to be completed, and he's busy with fucking Maltesers.

Hitch is a good detective, which is the frustrating part. He's empathetic, likeable, thorough, he follows the conduct to a T, all in all, he's a good one.

You can't help the simmering hatred in your veins, though, when you look at him.

You like to think you're a nice person. You get on well with your colleagues, people seem to like you, you're friendly enough you suppose.

But Hitch?

He grates you.

It's been that way since you moved out here, since you joined his year at school. Since one of his mates reached beneath your shirt and snapped your bra strap against your skin. Hard.

They'd all laughed, stupid boys that they were. Hitch hadn't.

He'd been even worse.

He'd merely smiled apologetically at you, before politely laughing along with his friends.

Fucking coward.

There's nothing you hate more in a person.

"Are you gonna do any actual fucking work?" Ember asks Hitch, scowling at him from over the top of her computer.

"I've almost got it, though!" Hitch whines, tossing another Malteser up in the air.

It bounces off his nose and rolls onto the desk. Ember huffs, picking it up and tossing it defly at his forehead.

Bullseye.

You can't help but laugh, softly.

Hitch's eyes snap to yours in an instant.

A sharp zing goes up your spine at the eye contact, at the way it gets your heart stuttering in your chest.

But then he ruins it, by his lip curling up into a sneer, by tossing a Malteser at you.

You catch it, expertly.

His eye twitches as you smugly chew on the piece of confectionery.

It was almost like a game, between the pair of you. See who cracks first.

It's usually Hitch.

Today, it's you.

You rise from your desk, twirling your lanyard around your fingers as you saunter your way down to the toilets, as your body feels ablaze at even the mere thought of-

Ugh.

It's your greatest shame.

You hate his guts. You hate his cowardice. You hate his stupid boyish smile and his sharp eyes.

You can't hate the feeling of him inside of you, though. Of his lips on yours, on your throat, your chest-

You don't know what it is, but you can never get enough of the fucker...

...sexually, that is. You'd rather set yourself on fire than have an actual conversation with him.

He doesn't take it too hard.

The feeling's mutual, after all.

It's no surprise when the bathroom stall opens not long after you enter. No surprise when Hitch locks it behind him and then pounces on you, clutching your face in his large hands as he backs your over to the sink.

"What took you so long?" you gasp against his mouth, your legs hitting the sink counter.

"Tried another Malteser, didn't I?" he groans against you, kissing his way along your jaw, down your throat, one hand moving down, down, down-

You gasp sharply as he slides it underneath your trousers, fingers clutching at his shoulders tight.

"You're a fucking moron-" you gasp, head tilting back, baring more of your throat to him.

"Stuck up cow," he retorts, nipping at your throat, his fingers already expertly working at your clit.

It really shouldn't do it for you. Hitch shouldn't do it for you.

And yet, somehow, in these moments, these brief, passionate moments, he's all you fucking want.

The feeling, you're quite certain as you frantically start unbuckling his belt to release his rock hard length, is pretty fucking mutual.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Creepypastas comforting the reader

except some of them arent particularly good at it + as per usual jeff ben and toby are written as platonic everyone else can be seen as either or writing a silly little thing before i tackle in on requests, falling into the same vibe as the "hugging/kissing creepypasta characters" post from last week since i do enjoy rating these lads on thing ehehehe obligatory "these style of posts go over my personal character limit but since this is writing for the admin he bends the rules a bit" anyways uhuh totally dont give me ideas for these eheheh winks

SLENDERMAN:

not much of a talker in general, and i think that remains true in scenario where you're upset/crying. but he does make it clear that hes here for you... just... in a general sense. you know? refuses to leave you alone unless you directly ask him that you need space; more so watches out of concern rather than his usual curiosity. i think he would make you a warm drink and let you vent to him. more of a logical approach than an emotional one; better at giving solutions rather than giving comfort.. though i like to think that his tentacles will pull you close if you want to lean into him, will let you cry into his shoulder with no judgement. 6/10 low score simply because sometimes one needs comfort in the moment instead of solutions, you know?

SPLENDORMAN:

i think hes the opposite of slenderman. hes all emotions first, logic later. if he already knows you comfortable with it, i think he would come in and scoop you up in a hug.. hell he might even cry with you, or do the equivalent of it (admin is still on the fence of whether or not he has eyes or not! torn between them being actual eyes or markings) will make you your favorite snacks and drinks, all the while letting you cry and vent to him. gets mad on your behalf if someone had done you wrong, does not make your feelings feel small or invalidated. if he could he would confront the person who treated you unfairly.... and in fact he might, who would ever believe the person that they came face to face with a ten foot tall monster? though... this can lead to him being a little quick to make choices that might have big impacts... 7/10 love this man need to write more for him and develop my hcs

EYELESS JACK:

you know now that i think about it, given how much i write for EJ, i swear ive done a similar prompt at some point. regardless of it i did and if my hcs are the same, im going to go ahead and drop my hcs. i think hes very similar to slenderman in terms that hes more of a solutions > emotion person.. though i do think hes more likely to join you in any shit talking if someone did you dirty... do i think he would target that person next when hes going to go 'hunting'? no... unless the person did something truly awful and unforgivable, then he would definitely consider it.. probably wont go through with a harvest, though.. but thats it whole other thing. more of a talker than slenderman, so at least he has that going for him. lets you sleep in his bed if youre venting to him in his cabin 7/10 one point higher than slenderman simply because he talks more n stuff

LAUGHING JACK:

im gonna be so real i think he can go either way if hes going to be good at comforting you. on one hand hes too silly and might not take it too seriously; or he might try to make you laugh.. which COULD work but other times makes it look like he doesnt care about your feelings. on the other hand i think he can give some solid adivce, but thats only based on the fact that i love it when unhinged hyper characters suddenly drop the most valuable info. shrugs. i mean if you need a distraction, i think lj is your man to go to ! he was literally made to entertain so i dont think its going to be too hard for him to take your mind elsewhere. i think he would offer to cook you something but i also think hed probably be banned from the kitchen because he cant cook for shit. has probably set water on fire somehow level shit. so instead you guys just sit together talking... mostly its him leading the conversation, though. doesnt leave you be until you at least give him a smile... 6.5/10 only because i dont know how to rate him here

MASKY/TIM:

oh not at all emotional. well no thats a lie but hes not very emotive. thats the more correct word. look if we're talking about masky, hes probably going to be really bad at comforting you unless your means to be comforted involves being watched... though i do think he would fall into the act of service hole.. does all the chores and such for you so you dont have to worry yourself about cleaning a pan thats been in the sink for two days now. tries his hand at cooking, but i dont think masky is the best cook.. TIM on the other hand.. but we'll get into that in a minute. probably ends in you guys ordering something but hey its the thought that counts. if someone made you upset you notice over the course of the next few weeks that person starts outright avoiding you and overall seems anxious. weird. probably unrelated! 7/10 only because im badly overworked irl and the idea of someone taking charge sounds like a dream

tim i think would be similar, but hes more expressive for you... will cook for you but if your favorite food happens to be really specific or something else, hes probably going to run out and get it. torn on whether or not he would tell you before he goes, or if he sticks to keeping it a surprise.. i think he would tell you just so it doesnt feel like hes abandoning you when youre down..! not much to be said here other than him being supportive 8/10 i would KILL for some white cheddar popcorn rn

HOODIE/BRIAN:

i think he would put you to bed. actually i think both of them would but to keep things clear im still going to divide this like masky/tims. i think hoodie is going to keep you in bed, even if youre not particularly tired. dont bother trying to fight him on it, hes only allowing you to get up for the bathroom. let him take care of things! very similar to masky, picks up on a lot of the chores. i think he can cook, though, definitely better than masky but i dont think hes like. top tier. likes making you little snacks, or food thats generally deemed as comforting (mac and cheese, cornbread, ect). doesnt talk (sign) much but will occasionally sign to you asking how you're feeling 7.5/10 love this man, so mad kid me used to sleep on hoodie

very similar, but an even better cook than hoodie so be prepared to eat good. communicates with you more than hoodie and makes small talk while cooking. i think he would keep the chat lighthearted and on a different topic rather than tackling your feelings, unless you express that you want to vent then hes all ears! not because he doesnt care more so because he doesnt want to seem prying or nosey and wants to give you the choice yourself. sometimes makes jokes about stuff in order to try to get you to smile. feels victorious when he succeeds 8/10 mad i slept on him too

TICCI TOBY:

i think he might actually be TOO strong and in your face when asking you what happened. only one who outwardly offers to krill someone if someone were to make you upset. but thats just because i think toby can occasionally get protective of you. i mean youre one of his best friends (only friends) and here you are upset! if you dont want him to do anything hes going to try to contain himself. he strikes me at the type to retreat to the roof and look up at the stars... i think he would offer to do that with you; but if youre too scared to climb then he can lay out a blanket for you so you guys can go sit on the grass! surprisingly a very good listener, though very emotionally driven and reacts a lot when you tell him the details of your day.. but its nice, i think, reassures you that hes is in fact listening.. 7/10 gives off brother vibes

JEFF THE KILLER:

ohhoho so this is an interesting one, because i like the idea of jeff still acting like an older brother every now and then even after everything. but he also has that attitude of "i dont care about anyone around me and im better than everyone".. more of an actions than words guy. he wont really say it.. you know? one of those "if he actually didnt care then he would bother giving you the time of day, much less break into your house at night with his arms full of your favorite snacks and drinks". good luck trying to vent to him though, i think its rare that he lets anyone vent to him since he also holds the "ew yucky feelings" thing ben has.. though once in a blue moon i think he would let you and give some decent advice... though every now and then that advice involves punching someone 6/10 is fair i think...

BEN DROWNED:

kind of reminds me of how younger siblings will give their older siblings know they like. kind of like the "my brother saw me crying and asked me what my favorite color is... he gave me things in that color" post/image going around that i cannot for the life of me find but i know it exists because it made me cry. i think its like that. except since hes in your phone he already knows what your interests are.. probably pulls up what your comforts and likes are in an attempt to cheer you up. i dont think he would bluntly speak with you about your feelings, but thats just because he thinks heart to hearts are yucky and cringe/lh. uses videos, art, stuff like that. ehehe silly phone ghost 7/10 because as simple as it is, if someone tossed my cc at me i would feel at least a little better for a moment and its the action itself you know?

PUPPETEER:

i thin hes similar to jeff in regard that he tries to play things off but deep down he does care, and that tends to show more through his actions... though i personally think if you were to actually cry then he might lose it a bit, because who DARE? i gotta admit, im still trying to figure out how i want to write pup and what hcs to give him, but i think.. this is an okay take.. might 'confront' anyone who made you upset, with or without your approval which might make some issues between the two of you.. more ready to let you vent to him though, might slip out some mean insults and words about whatever's got you upset regardless of its a person, chance, or object 7/10

[sunnnfish]

hiii sunnfish. I would love to ask abt ur thoughts on tashiro’s popularity / friendliness? what with harusono’s recent tweet abt that + his fast friendship with akikawa

HI KIRI heheheh this ones fun…. hes literally a popular guy. hes cute hes fun hes approachable hes everybodys friend. harusono word of god said he would be second to KAGIURA AKIRA in popularity in a coed school. thats insane. kagiuras like. ikemen. hot guy. but tashiros got enough charm to outperform every other hot guy that would be there. hello. but hes like. literally just Friendly. but he also gets really nervous around girls which is really funny. (see: he goes to mixers with shirahama and gets so nervous he forgets what happened). but i feel like. he'd only get nervous in explicitly romantic situations. so he's able to be like Normal towards girls at school. and thats what makes him so charming. anyways.

i wanna circle back to what i mentioned in my previous ask post. about how Tashiro is Friends With Everybody. but nobody is really close with him. fun fact i had an old pokemon fanfic with a main character with this exact trait. im obsessed with it. and i'll probably also talk about it even more in my Tashiro loneliness ask WHICH I DID GET !! yay me. anyways. Tashiro Is Friends With Everybody. he asks how everyone is doing but nobody asks him. type thing. really good at solving other people's problems and doing little things for other people (noticing their favorite drinks, songs, colors, people, etc). but he doesn't really. share anything about himself. and nobody thinks to ask. cause he seems like his heart is always on his sleeve. think i'll save the rest of this rant for the loneliness post. cause i'll lose the plot if i keep going here.

as for his friendship with akikawa…. i think it's really really really cute. and if im crazy enough i could ship them (<-voice of a guy who is crazy enough for that). but we won't get into that. their fast friendship is so like. Of Course? like. i can't imagine a situation where he wouldn't chat up his friend's other friend. but then, as we see in the latest chapter, he's again always doing little things for other people. taking reference pictures for akikawa. he sure likes to think of himself as a lazy avoider guy but he sure does a lot for other people. odd jobs kinda guy. literally at a quite smart school kinda guy. he likes doing things for people. like when he realizes that being club president would be a huge help to hanzawa. anyways. thats not the point. the point is he's a really really good friend. to literally anybody. god forbid he leave anybody out. oohh this will lead so well into the shirashiro ask i have next ehehehe Evil Grin. okay Peace and love on planet tashiro