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himbodruid · 3 months ago

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A Wager, If You Will

Sylus x Reader

A bet with Sylus turns out to be more than you bargained for…but the reward is oh so sweet

-:- under desk head -:- hard sex -:- Sylus loses control -:- almost accidental exhibitionism -:-

INTENDED FOR 18+ READERS. MINORS DNI

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“Kitten,” Sylus purred from his desk when you entered the room. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

You’d made an entire plan to seduce him, not that you’d tell him that. It was a well-thought out and bulletproof plan, too. Or that’s what you told yourself, right up until you made it to his office. Now you just felt awkward and shy, especially in a dress that was far too short to be even remotely considered decent. Not to mention how it clung to every single curve. Your ass practically hung out of it, but Sylus’s appreciative gaze raked over you, giving you the boost of confidence you needed to see this totally well-thought plan through.

You strode to his desk in what you hoped was a sultry gait. Having no experience doing something like this, you had no idea how to move your body. You were a honed weapon, not a seductress. Still, when you leaned over his desk on your palms, his eyes zeroed in on your breasts that were nearly spilling from the bodice. One of them was even framed nicely by the waves of your hair pulled over one shoulder. You watched as his jaw clenched and the slight flare of his nostrils. Oh, yeah. This was fun.

“Do I need a reason to see you?” You ask, forcing a husky tone. His gaze returned to yours, mirth dancing in the crimson depths. He leaned forward, crossing his arms on the desktop. He tilted his chin up so that his lips hovered close to yours, and all you had to do was drop your head to him and they would meet.

“Of course not, Kitten,” he growled. “You can come for me whenever you wish.”

The double entendre of his words made your breath hitch. Close, so close. Just a hairs breadth and your lips would be on his. You closed your eyes, tilted your head and…

Nothing. Where you expected him to be, he no longer was. You popped your eyes open, and saw that he had leaned back with a self-satisfied smirk.

“Tease,” you accused, dropping into a pout. He chuckled.

“Unfortunately, I’m expecting company any second now. If they hadn’t already arrived, I would cancel this very important meeting and let you have your way with me.”

His self-satisfied smirk pissed you off, refusing to let this be a wasted effort. Even the heat in his gaze wasn’t enough to cool the revenge you felt bubbling beneath the surface. You gave him a saccharine smile, rounding the desk to lean against it just beside where he sat. His eyes drank you in, flitting down your figure and back up. You didn’t miss the way his gaze lingered at the apex of your thighs.

“How about a bet, then?” He quirked his brow, dragging his gaze back to yours at your words.

“A bet, Kitten? You should know better than to bet against me,” he purred. You leaned forward, tracing the line of his strong jaw with your fingertips.

“Sure. If I can make your composure crack during this ‘meeting’, then I get to have you in whatever way I please,” you say, lowering your voice to a tone full of suggestion and allure.

“And if I win?”

Now it was your turn for a self-satisfied smirk. “I guess you’ll just have to find out.”

He made to wrap his arm around your waist, to pull you into his lap, but you slipped from his grasp. He furrowed his brow, not understanding how you meant to go about this distraction. You sauntered behind him, hand splayed on his shoulder for a moment before you pulled his chair back slightly, just enough for you to slip between his knees. Then you leaned against his desk directly in front of him to give him a predatory smirk, before sliding to your knees in a slow, dramatic descent. You were hidden perfectly by the solid skirt that wrapped the desk, and none would be the wiser except the two of you.

His eyes widened, suddenly understanding your line of thinking. He made no protest as you pulled his shirt from where it was tucked in at the waist, unbuckled his belt, and unbuttoned his trousers. He watched you, full rapt attention, as your mouth found his hip, taking a harsh bite on the flesh there. You were rewarded with a sharp intake of breath, and so you latched onto him there with your mouth, while your hands freed his ever-hardening cock from its fabric prison.

You kept your eyes locked on his when you released his hip finally, a purple bruise-like mark already spreading there. He hissed in a breath when you ran your tongue along the underside of him, from the root to the tip. The flat of your tongue pressed against the glans, then swirled around it, and his hands gripped the arms of his chair.

“Remember our bet,” you chuckled up to him, just as a knock sounded at the door. He schooled his expression before ripping his gaze from you, and you grinned at the blush evident on his ears. He leaned back in his chair, feigning nonchalance and gestured to the plush leather chairs that sat a ways off on the other side of the desk.

“Gentlemen, have a seat.” You had to give him credit, he was very good at keeping his voice even under duress. But you were determined to win this bet.

Once the men began talking their trade, you returned your attention to his cock. You kept your eyes on him, watching the micro-expressions flit across his face as you slipped your mouth around him. He leaned heavily to one side, propping his head up with his hand and drumming the fingers of his other hand on the arm of his office chair. The only real hint that anything was happening was the soft blush that dusted his cheeks, and the occasional twitch of his jaw. And any time he clenched his eyes closed, momentarily forgetting the other men in the room, you gave yourself a little mental pat on the back.

You were only half listening to the conversation on the other side of the desk. Something about negotiating for safe trade passage through the N109. Whatever it was about, Sylus also paid no attention to it. For all intents and purposes, he was just a mediator between them all.

Feeling particularly bold and unforgiving, you stopped teasing the head of his cock and took as much of his length into your mouth as you could, as quietly as possible. To his credit, he swallowed down the sound that you could see nearly escaped, instead letting his nostrils flare and rubbing his fingers against the temple of his head. You rasped your tongue along the underside of him, and his hand no longer drummed on the chair arm. With his brow drawn down, he leveled a glare at you, a look that said not fair.

Ah, but, all’s fair in love and war. So, you did it again, pressing your tongue firmly against that ridge where the shaft met the crown. Even more, you let your hand circle the root of him, adding pressure just in front of the sac. He shifted, releasing a heavy sigh that didn’t go unnoticed.

“Mr. Sylus, everything alright?” You put harder pressure on him, and Sylus growled.

“Fine. Continue boring me with your incessant chatter,” he said, waving them on. His voice was gruff, but they all continued what they were talking about, none the wiser.

Sylus locked eyes with you once more, happy to go back to ignoring the discussion. You grinned up at him, or as much as you could with his cock crammed in your mouth. You bobbed on him; putting light pressure by sucking him in, and hard pressure with your tongue. The rise and fall of his chest increased, shuddering every so often as he struggled to maintain a calm facade. You let your hand sneak up his figure, moving it slowly under his shirt until you rested your palm against his abdomen. If anyone on the other side of the desk had been paying any attention, they definitely would have noticed the strange anomaly. But they were in their own little argumentative world, and you were in yours with Sylus.

You worked him with your mouth until you could taste the salty tang of his pre-crum. Once you did, you popped him from your mouth and continued teasing just the head of him with your tongue. Flattening against the underside of the corona, flicking across the glans, and even tilting your chin up to press him against the roof of your mouth while your tongue teased the underside.

It was getting harder for him to maintain his composure the closer to the edge he got, and you were determined to get him right to that edge and not a step further. You could feel the strain at the underside of his crown, the prominence of the vein increasing, and even more obviously, his sac tightening. You let him teeter right on the precipice, then backed away. Through it all, he had to concentrate on controlling his breathing, on not jerking his hips into you, on not grabbing you by the hair and fucking into your torturous mouth. And all the sounds he wasn’t allowed to make, ugh. You dragged it on and on, bringing him close and then releasing him to cool his ardor. Neither of you were willing to relinquish victory, but you felt were so so close to forcibly ripping it from him.

And then it finally came to a head. Sylus slammed his fist on the desk, startling everyone in the room. The men immediately stopped talking, no doubt trembling in their seats while the fearless leader of Onychinus lost his temper. Except, this time he wasn’t losing his temper, he was losing his mind.

“Leave us,” Sylus growled, low and guttural. The men wasted no time, scrambling from the room to avoid any potential punishment, and completely oblivious to his use of the word ‘us’.

Without preamble, Sylus hauled you up from under the desk the moment the door clicked closed. No care for who might still be right outside, he groaned loudly when he realized you’d come into his office without a single scrap of underwear. Your ass was slammed against the edge of the desk, and then he was violently thrusting up into you. He filled you so fully, so suddenly, that you didn’t even have time to prepare for the orgasm that ripped through you. And neither did he.

“Fuck. Fuck,” he growled, his cock already twitching and spilling inside you. His hips bucked and jerked as he came hard inside you. All you could do was cling to him, wrapping arms and legs around him. He slammed his open palm against the desk to steady himself, moaning, grunting, and growling into your neck. The cool, calm, collected composure he always prided himself in had well and truly cracked.

“I think,” you breathe, nuzzling into his neck and gripping the back of his shirt, “I’ve won this one.”

“You’ll have to collect your reward another time,” he panted breathlessly into the hollow of your throat. “I don’t think I can stop.”

“This,” you cry as he began moving in you again. “I want this as the prize. Fuck me, Sylus.”

“You drive a hard bargain, Kitten,” he said, scraping his teeth against your neck. But he relented, thrusting up into you with a hard pivot of his hips. The force in which he drove his cock into you sent things scattering to the floor from the desk’s top. Pens rocketed away, pages fluttered to the ground, books fell with a hard thumping clatter. You would later find that the desk itself had been shifted further into the room from how vehemently he pistoned himself into you.

It was as though he were as pent up and frustrated as you were, which is why you’d started this whole seduction game to begin with. This outcome, though, was so much more than you hoped for. Release after release was ripped from you, followed closely by his. You were certain that your cunt would be dripping his cum for weeks with how he flooded you over and over. And still he wasn’t through with you. His grunting moans and guttural cries were music in your ears.

Tightening your walls around him damn near made his knees buckle, and he had to catch himself by leaning heavily on the desk. “Tighter,” he commanded as all remaining threads of his control snapped. You could only obey, his name falling from your lips again and again in a breathless chant. His roaring grunts and moans did little to cover the shrieking groans of the desk scraping harshly across the tile. This coupling that had started as a game turned into a frenzied mating, your voices rising to join the cacophony of other sounds in the room, giving no care to anyone in the rest of the house that might hear.

Your bite found the corded muscle of his neck as the pleasure coiled tightly in your core once again. He’d already coaxed and ripped so many orgasms from you, but this one only kept building with every thrust. How bowed low over you and your back was nearly flat across the desk, growling and grunting in your ear at the sting of your teeth digging into his flesh. He hooked your legs over his arms, finally pressing you flat against the desk while he fucked into you at a frantic pace.

And then it washes over you in unrelenting waves, the most explosive release you’d ever had. You all but threw your head back, arching your back off the table while his name tore from you in a screaming cry of pleasure. His cock dug into you, so impossibly deep as he flooded you one last time with a harsh cry of his own. If anyone still remained in the house, it would be entirely evident what transpired in this office.

Your trembling body slumped into the desk, breathing ragged. You barely even had the energy to hold your hands against his heaving chest, barely registering the throaty chuckle rumbling beneath your palms. He peppered soft, slow kisses across your neck, touching on every single mark you didn’t even realize he’d made. His hands cradled your head, and you realized he’d put them there to prevent you from slamming your head against the hard wooden surface.

Fuck, but his bulk pressing you into the desk felt incredible. As did the lazy way in which he worshipped your body in the glow of the aftermath. You couldn’t help but run your hands through the silky strands of his hair, tangling your fingers there. And the kiss he gave you when he propped himself up on his forearms could only be described as hungry. He was insatiable, still somehow impossibly hard even as he pulled from you.

“Fuck, Sy,” you whimper. It was absurd how much your body craved him, even as exhaustion began to pull at you. He stood to his full height, half-lidded crimson gaze following his hand gliding over you.

“I’m never going to be able to us this office again,” he groans. “All I’m gonna be able to see now is you sprawled across my desk, this maddeningly sexy dress pushed up to your hips and leaking my cum even as my cock is still hard and wanting.”

His words made you squirm on the desk, whimpering to him. His cock lay hot and heavy on your pelvis, but you wanted him inside you again, wanted his heat spilling into you, wanted to hear him lose his composure again.

“Kitten,” he warns as you reach for him. “I could stand here and fuck you all night on my desk, but you need to rest.”

You complained as he removed himself from you, stuffing back into his trousers as best as he could while still fully erect. Then he lifted you effortlessly into his arms, carrying you through the house until he reached the bathroom. There, he started the shower and then made a show of peeling you out of your skintight dress. It really didn’t leave much to the imagination, but the reverent way that he kissed every inch of skin that was exposed made your breath hitch and your body hum with need.

He took you again in the shower, this time much less frantic and frenzied than in his office. It was slow and filled with burning passion. He brought you to completion under the hot spray, murmuring sweet nothings to you while you clung to him. Exhaustion tugged at you, and you leaned heavily against him as he washed your body and then your hair. After drying you, he wrapped you in a fluffy robe he bought especially for you. Then he carried you, sleepy and sated, to his bed. When he tried to set you down and leave, you clung to him obnoxiously, until he finally gave in and crawled in beside you with a chuckle.

You fell asleep, curled against his side and head resting on his chest, his fingers carding through your hair absentmindedly. The thrum of his heart beneath your ear was the sweetest lullaby you ever heard.

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horsegirlwithnoname · 10 months ago

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MY FAVOURITE LANCER MECHS AND WHY

ISP-N Raleigh: I have a lot of time for anything related to cowboys and/or pirates and I feel like my dude rides the line really well. The loop of shooting turn --> scan/lock on/boost turn --> shooting turn is really satisfying while actually having really good net damage output.

SSC Dusk Wing: I am a piece of shit and I like to cause problems

SSC Swallowtail: I kinda love being a coordinator, somebody who doesn't make huge plays but whose presence is the glue that holds the team together, and the Swallowtail is pretty much the apex of that in Lancer. The Lancaster didn't make the list but I like it for similar reasons.

HORUS Goblin: I am a piece of shit and I like to cause problems

HORUS Gorgon: my #1 top fave, best girl, team mom, protector of all, was there ever a mech who worked so hard to make sure their crew got through this okay

HORUS Calendula: I am a piece of shit and I like to cause problems

HORUS Lich: I am a piece of shit and I like to cause problems

Harrison Armory Saladin: lacks the feral and femme that make the Gorgon pop so hard for me, but at the same time I have a huge place in my heart for Big Sal and really anybody who makes it their job to keep their friends safe

Harrison Armory Sunzi: I am a piece of shit and I like to cause problems

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thefiery-phoenix · 1 year ago

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Hello! Is it ok if I request Yandere headcanons for Gitae kim? It’s ok if you’re not ok with it! Also just wanted to say that I really love all your Yandere content!

YANDERE GITAE KIM HEADCANONS

Freaking hell, he creeps me TF out but why does he look so good, it's just unfair

Please, for the sake of your own sanity, RUN. Just RUN. That's it. Or at least, run as much as you can since he'll end up finding you anyway since he's the leader of a freaking Cartel and the son of Gapryong Kim after all and is a complete sadistic beast in the form of a man. It's rare that he would ever develop feelings for someone and even if he does, he'll be too egoistic and arrogant and proud to admit it, he'll treat you more like a pet of some sort to be precise. But you're HIS little pet, that he loves in his own dark twisted way. It doesn't matter how you meet this deranged flesh eating cannibal here, the second he sets his eyes on you and his mouth curves upwards into a smirk, that's when you're a goner and you might as well just kiss goodbye to your life and freedom

It was a usual day for you and you were walking back to your house after a long tiring day. You put on some earphones and walked down the alleyway, humming to your favorite tunes feeling the cool breeze against your skin. You tried to ignore the men lurking in the alleyway with beer bottles and cigarettes strewn on the ground as they looked drunk and intoxicated while their lecherous gazes landed on you, leering at you and making all sorts of lewd perverse comments about your body that made your skin crawl. You put your head down and didn't want to get into some kind of confrontation which was the last thing you wanted, when one of them ended up grabbing you by your wrist and you screeched on top of your lungs and thrashed around for all you were worth, pleading with them to let you go as tears streamed down your cheeks and your neatly combed hair was now frizzled and became unkempt with a few of your hair strands falling into your face. One of the men ended up striking you hard across your face as you whimpered in pain and clutched at your now stinging cheek and trembled. Before one of them was about to tear off your shirt, in the blink of an eye, the man's hand was now on the ground leaking crimson as the man screamed in agony and fear and you felt your heart stop beating when your gaze landed on a raven haired guy with blood splattered across his well toned muscular chest and had a black leather jacket with a cruel smile etched on his face as he watched the man fall to the ground, whimpering at the sight of his severed hand

What the man did next would remain ingrained into your memory forever. The stranger with the axe swung his axe around and the head of the man who'd been tormenting you now lay on the ground, his crimson blood painting the gravel of the ground crimson as he cut off a chunk of his flesh and bit into it and tore through the meat like an apex predator. At this point you didn't know if you were safe even after being supposedly saved by this man in front of you as his eyes landed on your whimpering and trembling figure and he smirked sadistically. "Relax little girl, I'm not going to eat you...unless you want me to'' he spoke as his eyes surveyed across your features. You reminded him of a scared vulnerable little prey, a weak little lamb that he could take advantage of and the mere thought of it just excited him as his eyes glinted with malice. Before he could even say something else, your fear consumed you and you ended up blacking out and losing your consciousness. You were about to pummel straight to the ground before he grabbed you by your waist and held you in his arms as he let out a soft chuckle, amused that you fell for him already which did give him a bit of an ego boost

You were so weak, so helpless and so fragile like a little doll that he would love to have in his grasp. He wonders how you'd react if you'd see him in his full glory while he beats up people and murders them on a usual day, you wouldn't even last a second without trembling and crying like the helpless little lamb that you were, which was cute in his opinion. "Looks like I'm takin' you home, eh?'' he said as he hoisted you over his shoulders like a sack of flour and fished out your ID to find your address and made his way to your house. You were quite surprised when you woke up the next day in your own bed and you felt your head was slightly groggy as you massaged your temples and sighed to yourself, secretly glad you were away from that cannibal. You made your way into the living room only to find the same guy napping on your couch, with blood still splattered over his chest as your eyes widened and your face paled and you let out a shrill screech of bloody murder. "Damn it woman...can't even let me nap after I saved you...'' grumbled the guy as he looked at you and his eyes narrowed slightly. He enjoyed watching you squirm and fidget nervously, he could see you were torn between trying to be a good host and thanking him for saving you yesterday to contemplating passing out again. "You know...I expect some sort of thanks from you little girl'' he said as he got up from your couch and strode over to you, his massive frame towering over your body as you gulped nervously

"I-I could give you money if you want...please don't kill me'' you whimpered. "Silly naive girl, who said I wanted your money...you're interesting...I'm keeping you with me'' he said with a smirk. You tried to make a run for it when he grabbed your hands and pinned your arms above your head and cooed at you condescendingly, "Well now that's just rude isn't it? You should thank your savior properly. Now don't make this hard for both of us...be a good little girl for your savior, would you?" he asked as he patted your cheek a few times and caressed your cheek as he lifted you in his arms yet again and you let out a nervous squeak. "Don't you think you should get to know me or something before you literally kidnap me?" you asked him as he looked at you with an amused smile on his face. "Plenty of time to do all that get to know you crap. I'm Gitae by the way since you're so insistent on introductions and crap and this isn't a kidnapping...I'm taking what's mine'' he said as he carried you out of your house

What he wants, he gets. That's it. He wasn't going to waste a single second without taking you back with him, of course, he could have kidnapped you in the night but the element of surprise was what made things more interesting for him. Your cute little reactions to whatever he did riled him up so much. No way was he going to let you go now. The next thing you knew, you were sitting in a black car with him next to you and a few other people who had tattoos as you couldn't believe what you'd gotten yourself into. You silently let tears stream down your face and you looked out the window. Gitae wrapped a black jacket around you since you were still in your night clothes as he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer to him. Don't get fooled by his actions though, he's as unpredictable as the weather

If you thought Samuel or Eugene were messed up psychopaths, allow me to introduce you all to the poster boy of being a RED BANNER. He's obsessive, manipulative and won't hesitate to literally gaslight you. While he won't physically hurt you, the same cannot be said to those around you unfortunately. He wants your attention on him, he wants you to cling to his arm like the helpless little doll that you are and look at him with those wide eyes of yours, being all pliant and dependent on him. Whenever you squirm when he touches you he just finds it so amusing and cute, he can't help but put you on his lap when he has his meetings with the men from his cartel while you have a pink collar around you pretty little neck that has HIS name on it so people will know you belong to him. As if those love bites and hickeys on your neck, thighs and arms aren't a testament of you being his. He likes marking you wherever he can, you're his property, HIS doll. Of course, anyone who looks at you for a moment too long or if their gaze wanders to a certain part of your body that belongs to him, he's just going to gouge their eyes out like knife cutting through a slab of butter. And then he'd kiss you on your soft kissable lips possessively and aggressively like a dying man needing air, running his hands over your body till you're literally gasping for breath, in front of everyone else to show those losers that they won't ever be able to have you as their minds are now ingrained with the dire consequences of laying their eyes on Gitae Kim's girl

Whatever hopes you have of escaping from him, it's best to get it out of your mind before he ends up killing and eating one of your dear loved ones right in front of you. You're his little pet, he won't tolerate any form of disobedience from you and he'll tell you how it's your fault they're dead and it's all because you dared to leave him. Your punishment is getting handcuffed to the bed till you're allowed to walk. It's best to just accept his advances towards you because there is no escaping from this deranged psycho at all...

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blade-liger-4ever · 4 months ago

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Unique vs Uniform: How Smokescreen Breaks the Standard Kid-Appeal Character Mold Cheetor Was Trapped In

Worry not, despite the fact that I am not fond of him, this is not me tearing down Cheetor. Rather, it's me explaining how Smokescreen was written better in contrast to the beast-former. I only do this to explain to people how and why Smokescreen works better as a "Kid-Appeal Character" in a fresh and fantastic way, and to (hopefully) guide people onto a more solid path should they wish to add a similar character to their cast.

Now, onto the post!

From the beginning, Smokescreen appears to be the standard issue kid friendly character. He's eager, he looks up to Optimus like the rest of us, and wants to do his part for the mission.

However, his approach to the crew and life in the War makes it clear he's anything but stock.

In his debut, Smokescreen is quick to follow orders without being inflexible. He does what he's told by Optimus before learning of Starscream's appearance with the Apex Armor. Unlike so many others before him, Smokescreen does a quick analysis of the situation, draws on his knowledge of the Iacon relics, and grabs the item he needs to take down Starscream. If you rewatch that episode, it's clear Smokescreen knew from the start what he was doing. He came up with a plan for dealing with the Decepticon second-in-command in less than three minutes and it worked perfectly. This shows us the "rookie" is quite smart despite his eagerness, and it only increases from here.

After these episodes, Smokescreen continues to show his chops for initiative and righteous anger. The whole reason he messes with Vince, as I've covered before, is in Jack's defense and to boost his nonexistent self-confidence; he did not do it for himself, but for the guy who was clearly a target and who he understood was to be protected. After all, even Cybertronian kids have to deal with bullying and jerks like humans do. Furthermore, in the two moments of the episode where he "blows it" by revealing himself to a human and bringing Jack on a mission, they are both the result of Team Prime's lack of attention to their newcomer's inexperience with Earth. As proven, Smokescreen owns up to his mistakes (when it's explained at base for the first goof up) and wouldn't have brought Jack along if they'd actually sat him down and told him all he needed to know about humans and their squishy-ness. And don't forget, Smokescreen actually delayed the Decepticons by at least two hours with his distraction and attack when the whole team was on a wild goose chase and Megatron was seconds away from hauling a mountain out of the Earth and toting it around the globe like the world's deadliest Sword of Damocles.

Smokescreen always goes in with a plan or at least a rough outline of one, as evidenced by the sheer speed and awareness of his initial attack and grab for the Star Saber. He knew what his goal was, knew he couldn't slow down for the rest of the 'Cons, and dispatched them quickly while aiming to snatch the Saber. The only reason it failed was because Alph Trion failed to tell Smokescreen only a Prime could pull out the Star Saber from the "lockdown" mode it initiates (which is a convenient thing to forget to tell your protégé, but that's a separate ball of wax.)

And after he's gotten the first Omega Key and saved Optimus, Smokescreen isn't acting like, "look at me, I'm the greatest thing since sliced bread", or "I'm on the same level as the team now, and I can rub this in their faces". Notably Arcee thinks this is what he's doing, but that's her narrow-minded perspective on it. Rather, Smokescreen is ecstatic that's he's been able to get two (and a half, since he did most of the footwork until Optimus arrived for the Star Saber) relics for the team. Not even a month on Earth, and he's been able to help his hero and his team get an edge on the Decepticons. How is that not a cause for joy? And while he's disappointed that Optimus didn't pick him for the first mission, it's more akin to a child feeling left out of something they want to partake in. And even then, Smokescreen doesn't throw a fit; he accepts it and waits for the next mission.

When he's griping about the hit Arcee took and the loss of the Key, he's not doing it to make himself out to be more. He's understandably upset that she and Bee were taken out, and is only wishing he'd been there to help. Arcee brutishly cuts him off because she's gotten it into her head that he's self-absorbed, but Smokescreen makes it clear in his followup sentence that he only wants them all (himself included, which is made clear by his mature stance toward the War effort) on their A-game. Yes, he adds at the end that he "has a good track record so far", but he's completely justified with that thought. I mean seriously, Smokescreen's been in the series for under 6 episodes at this point and already won the above achievements. Why shouldn't he, at the very end, admit that he specifically might have been able to turn the tide in the lost mission?

Later, when he kicks himself after letting his guard down, it's simply because he wants to bring his best to the team, and he feels that even one mistake - a mistake as critical as losing an Omega Key, showing how seriously he takes the War - is cause for complete failure. It's why he's so hard on himself, why he won't accept Bulkhead's attempt to lift the burden from his shoulders, and why Arcee is the final nail in the coffin. Because the fembot refuses to see him as anything but a brat, she snaps at him to, basically, "grow up and stop acting like it's all about you". Smokescreen knows that's not what it is that's the problem, but when no one, not even Optimus Prime, his hero, stands up for him, it causes him to leave in the hopes that he won't continue to be a failure for his heroes.

Because of this, Smokescreen is soon captured by the Decepticons and gets an Omega Key unceremoniously yanked out of him. However, rather than wait for a rescue, Smokescreen gets Knock Out to let his guard down, tussles with him for the Phase Shifter, and escapes the medical bay. Having quickly realized where he is and what that means, Smokescreen comes up with a plan to get the remaining Omega Keys and executes it as he goes. And when the only means of actual escape proves to be jumping off the ship, Smokescreen does so without a second thought. He manages to kill some Vehicons, radio for a Ground Bridge, and evens survives a fall that would have killed him if not for the Phase Shifter letting him survive a drop from the upper atmosphere.

The second season of TFP wonderfully breaks the mold of "kid appeal" characters with Smokescreen. He's likable but in need of maturing, and he matures on the fly. Because of this, Smokescreen stands apart from every other take on this trope - including his Beast Wars predecessor, Cheetor.

From what I've seen of Cheetor, he was painfully a stock "audience surrogate" character. The moment the crew of the Axalon lands on prehistoric Earth, he wastes no time preening over his new alt-mode, its abilities, and practically shoots out of the ship to run rampant on the world. Then he leaps into a battle with the Predacon leader Megatron and nearly gets himself killed, while obviously disobeying Primal before the large ape has to rescue him.

Not only is this a stark contrast to Smokescreen, it remains Cheetor's staple characterization. He's egotistical, cocky, and his desire to be seen as the equal of his peers causes him to blindly run in and prove himself to the others time and time again. Furthermore, Cheetor, unlike Smokescreen, needs to be rescued by his team so often, it's embarrassing. He jumps in with no plan and gets caught, and when he's not doing that, he's being an immature kid who either goofs off or props himself up, which is when the others rightly give him a reality check for his antics or the episode's moral story does it for them.

Mind you, I do not say this is bad for Cheetor. Rather, it's the usual mold of a "Kid-Appeal Character". As such, he does not do much in the way of standing out, nor does Cheetor undergo as much growth as Smokescreen does. While you could say it was because Smokescreen was fighting in the Great War, Cheetor had an arguably worse war because it was somewhere in space and time that was always on the brink of disaster with one wrong move. Therefore, Cheetor does not have much of an excuse.

This is why I believe Smokescreen's handling was better than Cheetor's, and why I personally feel younger writers - or writers who want to break away from old standbys that run the risk of becoming stale - should look to Transformers: Prime's Smokescreen instead of a cult classic like Beast Wars' Cheetor.

See you around!

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ravensvalley · 1 year ago

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#Wolves

I need to say a few words here about Wolves and their role in biodiversity. Because I like them, but most of all, they're a must in the wilderness.

Like every time we are standing on the edge of a hiking trail of a National Park, a protected territory, we all must beware of the consequences.

Au contrary to what most people may think of its surface, no matter how large it might be, isn't big enough to sustain a healthy Wolf population over a long term. This large Predator requires a massive home range to find the prey it needs to survive. Studies have shown that all the Wolf packs in Parks must travel outside its boundaries to meet their needs. And these large Canids are also victims of habitat degradation and fragmentation, not to mention deaths of human origin.

And for people who don't know, Wolves are considered as an umbrella species. Which means that efforts to protect it benefit the entire ecosystem, since the Wolf's territory encompasses the territories of many other species with a similar home range.

As for being an apex Predators, Wolves play an important role in biodiversity. Yes, their presence has been scientifically proven to increase the abundance and diversity of plants, mamal's Birds, Amphibiants, and Reptiles. Wolves help to control the amount of Prey on their territory; this prevents an overpopulation of herbivores, which could be detrimental to plant regrowth. Wolves also give a boost to several other animal species by leaving their partially carcasses for scavengers to feed on. Through its influence on the entire food chain and by curbing excessive grazing. So yes, the Wolf is a key species needed to preserve the balance of Ecosystem.

To conclude; Wolves are very wary and will run away from any human they detect through their remarkable senses of hearing and smell - they can sniff out their Prey from more than 2kms away. Several studies have shown that Wolves will try to avoid humans at all costs and flee when approached.

Just to say that all citizens have a responsibility to protect the Wolves.

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cartersblogabtnothing · 6 months ago

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as a gamer (i play three games and one of them is roblox), i am inclined to believe that it is only me who can give headcanons on what games the batfamily would play:

alfred: card games, specifically poker. i think he'd also enjoy adventure rpgs if he was forced to play a video game.

bruce: he likes puzzle games, specifically enjoys block blast when he's somewhere he needs to have silent stimulation.

dick: he enjoys customization games, like the sims or maybe he'd like roleplaying games like episode. fun little things he can do to decompress after his double life.

jason: i'd like to say i think he'd enjoy shooter games (which he does, but only when he plays with a group or a friend) but i can't say that confidently enough, so i won't. i think he'd enjoy cooking games and weird little storyline games with so much romance it competes with most romance novels he reads.

tim: he would enjoy the freakiest games possible. danganronpa, crime scene cleaner, roblox (the weird games not even an ipad kid like jon would enjoy), undertale, sally face, and weird typhoons like grocery store simulator. he likes living lives he knows he can't through games he knows are weird and freaky.

damian: i think damian would pick up a lot of the same kinds of games his siblings enjoy, and i do think he'd enjoy strategy games as well. he plays roblox with jon at least once a week, so of course he also mildly enjoys that as well. its mindless stimulation that damian can enjoy without feeling guilty.

duke: dude would enjoy ALL types of games, but he specifically enjoys shooter games. cod, fortnite, overwatch, and apex legends. he loves yelling into the mic during matches and then going back to normal, even if he knows everyone else in the manor heard him. bro couldn't give a fuck less and occasionally yells even louder to annoy his family.

cassandra: she'd adore board games and arcade games. the old stuff, like space invaders or pac-man, battleship and clue. she likes to play this stuff rather than the digital things her siblings enjoy because they're less overstimulating but she still gets the boost of serotonin when playing. not to mention she also loves spending time with her siblings :)

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la2yn0va · 5 months ago

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DBD x Jurassic World Concept: Primal Instinct.

The killer: The Indoraptor named in game as ‘The Hybrid’

Map: Lockwood Mansion

Weapon: Chomp

Power: Built To Kill

The Indoraptor is a genetically enhanced killing machine, using stealth and aggression to hunt its prey.

Abilities:

Shadow Stalker: The Indoraptor can enter Predatory Mode, reducing its terror radius to 12m and moving at 4.4 m/s. While in this mode, it can climb over vaults 15% faster and has no red stain.

Predatory Lunge: When crouched, the Indoraptor can charge forward with a powerful leap. If it lands on a Survivor, it inflicts the Deep Wound status and knocks them down if they are already injured. Survivors hit by this attack scream and reveal their location for 4 seconds. (Cooldown: 15s)

Night Hunter (Special Ability): The Indoraptor can let out a chilling shriek, causing all Survivors within 32m to experience Blindness and Oblivious for 10 seconds. Survivors in lockers become Exposed for 6 seconds. (Cooldown: 40s)

Perks

Born Killer: Vaulting and Breaking pallets are 10/15/20% faster. Gain 4/5/6% haste after performing these actions for 4 seconds.

“This isn’t a normal predator. It’s built to be better than you” — Dr. Henry Wu

No Safe Haven: Survivors within 8m of a completed generator suffer from Hindered (-4% speed). This effect lasts for 6/8/10 seconds after they leave the area.

“You can’t stop it. You can only hope to slow it down.” — Claire Dearing

Relentless Hunt: After hooking a survivor (however the fuck the dinosaur would do that) Any generator with progress starts regressing at 20/25/30% for 5 seconds.

“You made a thing with a Brian. And now it’s using it” — Ian Malcolm

Mori Animation:

1. The Chase Begins - The camera shifts to the Survivor's perspective as they stumble backward, looking up at The Apex, which is hunched low, its glowing eyes locked onto its prey. A guttural growl rumbles from its throat as it takes slow, deliberate steps forward.

2. The Pounce - In a flash, The Apex lunges, slamming the Survivor to the ground. It lets out a chilling screech before pinning them with one massive clawed hand, its razor-sharp talons digging into their chest.

3. The Kill - Leaning in, The Apex opens its maw, revealing rows of dagger-like teeth. It toys with its prey for a second, tilting its head as if savoring the moment-before snapping its jaws down on the Survivor's throat with a sickening crunch.

4. The Aftermath - The Apex lifts its head, blood dripping from its mouth as it lets out a victorious screech. The camera slowly fades as the Survivor's lifeless body twitches once before going still, their face frozen in Horror.

Now for my first survivor concept…!! OWEEEEN GRAAAAADYYYY!!!

Perks

Alpha Tactics - When you stun the Killer with a pallet, you gain Sprint Burst (150% speed boost for 3 seconds). (Cooldown: 60s)

“The key to staying alive? Know when to run” — Owen Grady

Pack Mentality - When you heal a Survivor, both of you gain 4/5/6% haste for 6/8/10 seconds.

“It’s not about control. It’s about mutual respect” — Owen Grady

Raptor Sense - When working on a regressing or damaged generator, the killers aura is reveled to you for 8/9/10 seconds.

“Sometimes the best way to disappear is to stop running” — Owen Grady

Did I cook, chat?

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