#bee: honk noise

[doubledudeski]

[luxaofhesperides]

when in metropolis ; a not fic

Quiet day in Metropolis with clean up almost complete from the latest alien attack where a scout group of warring aliens got spit out a black hole into the Milky Way and somehow honed in on Superman specifically to make his life worse.

Clark is enjoying a cup of coffee during a break, chilling on the roof while Lois texts him for help spelling words which he answers promptly because he’s a good husband.

He hears something strange. Something like… whirring? Buzzing? Like if bees were getting electrocuted on a dance floor next to a washing machine that’s breaking down mid-load.

‘Please No,’ thinks Clark, who doesn’t wanna do shit on his roof coffee break.

‘Lol Yes,’ says the universe and a section of the sky above Metropolis splits open. This gaping maw of dizzying green swirls and crackling electricity can only mean Bad News.

Clark is gone. Superman is in his place in 0.2 seconds. He sends one last text to Lois, correcting her spelling of catastrophe followed by a quick explanation of why he’s disappearing.

That explanation being gotta go check out the hole in the sky brb

CLARK???? she texts back but it’s too late. Clark’s gotta go.

He flies up to the area around the hole, which is large but has stopped growing. He can probably rule out the possibility of it trying to eat the city below him, but better to be safe than sorry.

Below him, Clark can hear people shouting in alarm, cars honking as people come to abrupt stops to stare up at the sky. There are multiple shutter sounds of photos being taken. When he glances down, he can spot Jimmy leaning almost all the way out of the window of the 13th floor of the Daily Planet, two seconds away from falling to his death. Luckily, behind him is Cat who is holding onto the back of his shirt, swearing up a storm as she tries to pull him back in before he breaks his own neck for a good shot of the hole in the sky.

He makes a little mental note to get her a nice pastry as thanks for saving Jimmy while he’s otherwise occupied. She could definitely use it, given how her week’s been going.

The hole makes more strange noises. Like it’s gurgling. Like someone’s stomach when they’re really, really hungry. It’s kinda gross, honestly. Clark backs away from it a bit, eyeing the hole warily.

Abruptly, the hole glows brighter, hisses, and spits out a boy.

Oh Shit, thinks Clark but he’s already moving, swooping down to catch the boy before he can plummet into Metropolis.

A quick look at his face tells him that this boy is Queasy to a dangerous degree and Clark quickly flies him just outside city limits and sets him gently onto the ground. Out of danger for now, and the hole closing up quietly and disappearing, gives Clark time to properly look at the boy and process what he’s seeing.

So. This kid is probably an alien, right?

He’s got white hair that’s moving around like he’s underwater. His eyes glow green, he’s semi-translucent, wearing a skin-tight hazmat suit with a symbol on it that looks like a D and P stuck together, and most importantly, Clark can’t hear any organs inside the kid’s body.

Like. None at all. No heart. No lungs. Not even any blood.

“You alright, kid?” Clark asks, because even if this kid is an alien, being spit out of a hole in the sky is probably upsetting for anyone.

The kid doesn’t answer because he looks green in the face, expression twisted up into a grimace, eyes slightly glazed over. “Mrph,” he manages to mumble out, then claps a hand over his mouth.

Alarmed, Clark moves to the side so he’s not about to get puked on, and rests a hand on the kid’s back. “Easy now, head between your knees and take deep breaths for me.”

The kid follows his instructions well, so he probably knows English. That’s good. Clark pats his back as the kid takes deep breaths that make his thin frame shudder. It’s a few minutes before he’s able to sit up, looking much more composed and less likely to hurl on anything that bothers him.

“Feeling alright now?” Clark asks.

The kid gives him a weak smile. “Yeah, thanks. That sucked. I’ve never felt so motion sick in my life.”

“Do you know what happened?”

“Not really? I got sucked into some kind of…. Ecto whirlpool, I think, but it kinda rattled my brain and I am having so much trouble focusing right now. Where am I?”

There’s a lot Clark wants to say to that, but he holds it back. He’s got a question to answer, after all. “We’re just outside Metropolis. A hole in the sky spit you out then closed right back up.”

“Metropolis?” the kid repeats doubtfully. “Isn’t that just calling this place ‘City City’?”

Clark has no idea how to respond to that. 

The kid doesn’t care. He looks at Clark, properly takes him in, and tilts his head. “Nice costume?”

“...Thanks.” 

He’s about to explain that he’s Superman™ and the costume helps people be less afraid of him when he arrives to help in disasters and other such situations but the kid has already moved on.

“I hope I can get enough signal to call my parents,” he mutters, pulling an old, clunky flip phone out of his chest. Clark blinks and tries very very hard not to react. “Nope. No signal. Oh well, my parents will come pick me up eventually. Sorry for crashing into you, and thanks for catching me!”

The kid gets up and flies away. 

Clark quickly flies after him.

“Hey, kid!”

“It’s Danny!”

“Okay, Danny! Can you stop for a second?”

Danny stops and Clark floats in front of him. “Do you have someplace to stay while you wait for your parents? Any family friends are guardians around here?” It’s a long shot, since he really doubts someone that got spit out of a green hole in the sky has any connections on Earth, but he’d like to believe that something could be easily resolved for once in his life.

Clark should have punted his hopes out a window because Danny shakes his head. “Nah, I was just gonna fly around and pass the time until my parents get here.”

He bites back on the concerned question of what if your parents can’t come and you’re stuck here for the rest of your life?

Don’t freak the kid out Clark, that’s a terrible way to be a Responsible Adult.

“Why don’t you stick with me until your parents get you? It’s a dangerous world out there, especially to people who aren’t human.”

“...I am human.”

“Humans can’t fly like us Danny.”

 “Well, what does that make you, then? A ghost?”

Why a ghost, of all things? What a strange comparison. Clark shakes his head. “No, I’m Kryptonian.”

“I don’t know what that is.”

“I’m a refugee alien from the planet Krypton. One of the last of my kind.”

Danny Lights Up. Literally, he glows and gets really bright. “An alien!” he shouts, as if he, too, is not an alien.

This leads to a long back and forth where Danny shoots off questions about space and alien culture that Clark really isn’t fit to handle, having grown up on Earth, and Clark struggling to get the conversation back on track, which Danny doesn’t care for at all.

This is somehow more exhausting than a physical fight. Teenagers are stressful.

The impromptu Interrogation On Aliens comes to an end when Danny winces and puts a hand on his stomach.

Clark is on High Alert. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just hungry,” Danny says. Which is strange because as far as Clark knows, this kid doesn’t have a stomach. Or any other organs.

“Want me to buy you a sandwich?”

Danny squints at him. “I feel like I’m not supposed to accept food from strangers.”

“I don’t think you have a choice when everyone on this planet is a stranger to you.”

“Fair point. I’m in the mood for chicken wings. Know a good place for that?”

Clark and Danny get chicken wings. He’s sure social media must be having a field day from the amount of people snapping pictures of Superman babysitting an alien teenager. Lois is never gonna let him live this down.

In fact, when he focuses, he can hear her talking to Perry about where he is.

“Yeah, he really shouldn’t try new types of coffee,” she’s saying. “It really messes with his stomach. Smallville’s gonna be on that toilet for days.”

I Love My Wife, he tells himself firmly. I Love My Wife And I Am Not Stealing All Her Left Socks When I Get Home.

He is going to eat the pudding she’s been saving because, frankly, Clark deserves it more right now.

Chicken wings can only occupy Danny for so long. As soon as he’s had his fill, Danny’s up and flying around, eyes wide at the skyscrapers that make up Metropolis’s downtown area. He looks like any other tourist, if you take out the flying, glowing alien boy part.

Sighing, Clark follows along.

This is what Superman does. He saves the world and then babysits easily distracted teenager aliens. 

He bets Batman never has to do this.

Batman has to raise gleefully destructive teenagers who like to wage psychological warfare on him to pass the time, so you know what? Clark’s happy to babysit Danny.

A few times, he hears a cry from help and grabs Danny to fly over. Danny is given strick instructions to stay in the air and not interfere while Clark helps people. 

This means stopping a mugging, scaring off a group of low level gangsters who cornered a doctor on her day off, and stopping two car accidents. 

Danny polite applauds him when he flies back up to join.

“You’re like a real superhero,” he says.

“I am a real superhero,” Clark replies. 

It doesn’t matter, Danny’s moving on already.

Danny starts asking more and more questions about Metropolis. He’s fascinated by the big city, from the high rises of corporate hell to the gritty underbelly where gangs roam and weapons pass through too many hands. There are places all around being rebuilt after the last alien attack, and the hospital they pass by has a bunch of pictures of Superman, drawn in crayon by the children on that floor, all taped to the windows facing out so he can see them.

Clark is a grown man who’s seen a lot of shit. He’s died once. And come back. Been brainwashed too many times to count and stopped the end of the world multiple times. He can handle a lot.

But that does make him want to curl up and cry because it’s so sweet.

Danny starts comparing Metropolis to where he’s from. Clark listens carefully and tucks all that information away to pick through later.

Oddly enough, everything Danny describes sounds rather… midwestern. Very American.

When the sun starts to set, a whole chorus of gasps catch his attention. Clark whirls around to see what new crisis is occurring only to spot the green hole ripped into the sky appear once more.

Danny brightens and goes flying over. 

Clark follows, Stressed As Fuck.

He has a dreadful vision of a whole horde of teenage aliens tumbling out of the hole trying to rescue Danny. And he’s gonna have to look after all of them. Lois better come up with a really good excuse for why he can’t come in the next few days.

It’s not a teenager that comes out of the hole, but a whole ass space ship.

“My parents are here!” Danny announces cheerfully as a small white vehicle that resembles a space shuttle drops out of the hole and hovers above Metropolis. 

‘Please NO,’ Clark thinks despairingly.

The universe doesn’t have to say anything in response because Danny’s parents do it for him.

The top hatch of the ship pops open and a large man (bigger than Clark, who the hell is bigger than Superman™????)  gets his whole upper body out and waves his arms in the air with a grin on his face. “Danny, my boy!” he bellows.

Danny wastes no time and zooms over to crash into the giant, who easily gathers him into a hug.

Clark floats over slowly, cautiously, testing the waters. He doesn’t need to because Danny’s already talking him up, but a little caution never hurt. 

The giant man lets go of Danny, then disappears into the ship. He’s quickly replaced by a normal sized woman, pushing a pair of red tinted googles up her forehead. She also hugs Danny and Clark hears her say, “Well, at least we know the tracker works!”

He’s just. Not going to think about that. Thanks.

Then she asks more questions that he’d expect from a mother: what happened, are you okay, how are you feeling, did anyone try to hurt you, etc.

Danny assures her that he’s fine, he was just motion sick from being sucked into an ecto whirlpool and his head’s still a little fuzzy but that’s normal after he hits his head.

“Oh, honey, that sounds like a concussion,” the woman says.

“It’s fine, it barely hurt!”

“It’s still brain damage, Danny.”

“Oh yeaaaaaaaah.”

Then attention is suddenly on Clark and the sharp light in her eyes feels distinctly threatening. But her smile is warm as she extends a hand and Clark was raised with manners, okay, he has to return a handshake.

“Thank you for looking after my son,” she says, giving his hand a firm shake. “I’m Dr. Fenton.”

“Call me Superman, and no trouble at all, ma’am,” he replies. “I’m glad you were able to come pick him up.”

“Yes, Jack and I had prepared to face this possibility, so we knew just what to do when we lost track of Danny. Now that we’ve got this tunnel on the map, we can visit in the future, so if you ever need any help, call for the Fentons!” Then she looks down in the ship, yells, “Jack!” and a thick walkie-talkie looking device is tossed up into her waiting hand.

She gives it to Clark. He takes it to be polite.

“We have to get going now, but it’s nice to meet you!”

Danny floats into the ship. As in, he density shifts and just. Goes in through the wall. Good for him. Dr. Fenton ducks back down into the ship and the giant replaces her to give him a hearty pat on the shoulder. 

“Give us a visit if you ever end up in our neck of the woods!” he says brightly. “Any friend of Danny’s is a friend of ours!”

Clark nods and that’s enough for the giant to duck back into the ship. A moment later, he sees all three of them waving to him from the cockpit, and then the ship turns and flies back into the hole in the sky, which closes up after them.

Clark looks at the device in his hand. He looks at the sun setting on Metropolis. He goes home. He deserves a nap.

Pudding first, though. Lois will forgive him if he tells her all about what happened.

And the next time Brianiac attacks, she’ll shout something into the walkie-talkie and a hole will rip open in the sky above Metropolis ten minutes later, dropping Danny and Dr. Fenton, dressed in some sort of cyberpunk astronaut suit armor, right on top of Brainic to help him finish up the fight much faster and with much less property destruction.

He gets them both a slice of Ma’s apple pie as thanks.

And as Midwesterners, they return a day later with some absolutely delicious fudge.

Clark is a man of honor. He gets to planning on what he’ll need to make the best berry tart this side of the Mississippi has ever seen to give to the Fentons.

All in all, life is pretty good in Metropolis.

“What the hell kind of name is Superman?” Sam asks.

Clark, in the middle of talking to Perry, sneezes so loudly half the office turns to stare at him.

[iamumbra195]

School Bus Graveyard incorrect quotes because I'm bored

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Taylor: Look how creepy it is looking down this hallway.

Ashlyn: I'm gonna get vertigo.

Aiden: I'm a Virgo!

Tyler, deadpan: No, you're a virgin.

...

Aiden: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Tyler: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Aiden: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING ASHLYN WITH ME

Logan, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

...

Taylor: Why is Tyler so upset?

Logan: He took one of those “Which Character Are You?” quizzes

Taylor: And...?

Logan: He got Aiden.

...

Ashlyn: What did you do with the phantom's body?

Aiden: What didn’t I do with the body?

Everyone:

Aiden: Okay, that sounded more sexual than I intended. I disposed of the phantom respectfully.

...

Aiden: Here’s a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it.

Logan: Aiden, no.

Ben, with text to speech: Mistlefoe.

Logan: Please stop encouraging him.

...

Taylor: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?

Tyler: You’re a hazard to society

Aiden: And a coward. DO TWENTY.

...

Emma, trying to be nice to Ashlyn's new friends: Would you like to stay for dinner?

Mike, excited for his daughter: WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER?

...

Logan: What's a word thats a mix between 'sad' and 'mad'?

Ben: Disgruntled, miserable, desolated-

Aiden: Smad.

...

Ashlyn: Why are you on the floor?

Aiden: I'm depressed.

Aiden: Also I was stabbed, can you get Ben, please.

...

Taylor: Aiden and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us

Ashlyn, sighing: What did he do?

Taylor: he chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and...

Aiden: Who wants a steering wheel?

...

Aiden: If I accidentally sat on a voodoo doll of myself, would I be trapped forever in that position, doomed to starve to death?

Logan: How am I supposed to know?

Tyler: You say that as if we don’t use you as a source of knowledge of the occult.

Logan: ...You wouldn't be trapped.

...

Ashlyn: Tyler, keep an eye on Aiden today. He's going to say something to the wrong person and get punched.

Tyler: Sure, I’d love to see him get punched.

Ashlyn: Try again.

Tyler, sighing: I will stop Aiden from getting punched.

...

Aiden, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him

Tyler: You did WHAT–

Ben: William Snakespeare

...

Ashlyn: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life

Taylor: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?

Ashlyn: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.

Aiden: edible

...

Taylor, whispering to Aiden, who’s on the phone with Ashlyn: Ask her something!

Aiden: How are you feeling?

Ashlyn: Fine.

Taylor: Something personal!

Aiden: At what age did you start hearing voices?

...

Aiden: If I die, my funeral is going to be the biggest party ever and you’re all invited

Logan: If?

Tyler: Great, the only party I’d actually go to and he might not even die.

...

Logan: We need a distraction.

Ashlyn: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises?

Aiden, whispering: My time has come

...

Tyler: Where are you going?

Taylor: To get ice cream or commit a felony, I’ll decide on the way there

Tyler: I'll come with

...

Mike, buying a whole bag of knives, guns and other weapons like he's going to war on a random Tuesday: I can explain

Jacob (shop owner): Can you?

Mike: If you give me thirty seconds to think of a lie.

...

Taylor: Heads up, if you try to make a candle with food colouring, it will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food colouring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food colouring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter.

Tyler, sighing: What did you do?

Taylor, wailing: A MISTAKE

...

Mr. Thomas: What are your goals?

Ashlyn: To pet all the dogs.

Mr. Thomas: No, I meant your goals for this trip.

Ashlyn: To pet all the dogs in Savannah.

...

Logan: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming?

Ashlyn: Does anyone in this godforsaken group ever think before they speak?

...

Taylor: Aiden isn’t answering his phone

Ashlyn: I’ll call

Taylor: Ben and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-

Aiden: Hello?

...

Aiden: I was arrested for being too cool.

Tyler: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.

...

Aiden: Jail is no fun. I’ll tell you that much

Taylor: You’ve been to jail?

Aiden: Once. In Monopoly.

...

Mike: You love me, right?

Emma: Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it.

...

Aiden: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Ashlyn: Okay

Aiden: And make out during the scary parts.

Ashlyn: The-

Ashlyn: The scary parts?

Ashlyn: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

...

Ashlyn: How petty can you get?

Tyler: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

Taylor: I KNEW IT-

...

Aiden: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them.

Logan: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

...

Mike: So what’s for dinner?

Emma, staring at the food she just burnt: Regret.

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That's all for today!

[smallestapplin]

Ngl, I was eating strawberry ice cream and I couldn't help but noticed that it looked kinda like trans fluid...just creamier...so if it's okay if I could request Bumblebee, Knockout and Bluestreaks reaction to seeing their human partner licking off some melted ice cream the ran down thier arms? You could make it spicy if you want, up to you!

Just have fun with it, anyway thank you and enjoy the rest of your day!

I hope I can do this Justice! I went with G1 Bee, I miss g1 rn.

Reader is gn! Lewd thoughts but nothing happens, so MDNI!

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Bumblebee

It’s innocent he knows that, it’s not even the right shade! It’s hot out today and all you wanted to do was cool off with a sweet treat, why did his processors have to make it dirt? His optics watching intently as you lick up a strawberry flavored popsicle, the soft slurping reaches his audials making his frame tremble as he imagines you sucking on his spike.

His blue optics steadily glow brighter watching the cream pink colored liquid slide down your arm, letting out a shaky ex-vent as your tongue drags across your skin. Oh you could do that to his valve, clean up all his transfluid he’s been saving just for you and-

“Bee, are you alright?”

The yellow bot jumps at the sound of your voice, snapping him from his filthy thoughts. Optics focusing on you, noting you had already finished your popsicle and were now looking at the blushing mech curiously.

“O-oh me? Pff, yeah I’m fine, better than ever, nothing wrong here!”

You riase an eyebrow at the shaking bot, his face plate a bright blue as his metal begins to rattle with how much he is trembling. His legs tightly together trying to hide the transfluid leaking around his modesty paneling, he has no idea how he’s going to explain this if you realize it or find out, he can only pray to primus he can get back to his habsuite soon.

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Bluestreak

Poor Bluestreak can’t even look at you right now, the image of the pink cream leaking down your chin was enough to make his horn honk and lights flash before he quickly got himself under control after scaring the daylights out of you burned into his processor. For once the chatty bot was quiet, he’s so embarrassed he even did that! Looking at you wasn’t an option, his only choice now is to dig a hole, bury himself, and rust away and hope Primus will give him a swift death.

“Bluestreak, it’s okay! You just spooked me is all, I thought that was cute.” You are trying so hard to reassure him everything was fine.

But everything was not fine, how could anything be fine when his spike is pressurized against his modesty paneling with you right beside him? And you thought he was cute! His EM field is going crazy, and you think he’s cute?

Bluestreak is trying so hard to keep his intake shut as you place your soft hand against his arm, trying so hard to tell him it’s okay, but it’s not! He has to bite his derma to stop himself from begging you for a chance, there is so much more he can do with his intake he promises!

He wants to beg you to use his face, tell him what you want, let him give you as much transfluid as you want-

“Bluestreak, please! You’re overheating, babe.”

He’s going to offline here.

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Knockout

Drive in movie theaters are Knockout’s second favorite place to be, he finds these Earth movies fun and engaging, he likes taking you with him as a sort of date night. Often his voice speaks over the radio so only you hear him, and you two swap commentary on the movie in question. However he falls silent watching you sit comfy in his driver’s seat, pint of strawberry ice cream in your lap and eating it happily.

“Gh!” Your noise of shock making him look, and oh does it make his engine rev.

The cold cream sliding down your chin and down your neck from a bite too big for your mouth, you tilt your head back and swallow what you have before reaching for a napkin to clean up your mess.

“Don’t.” Knockout’s hushed voice stops you mid reach, only further shocking you when he starts to pull out of the parking lot.

“Wait, what about the movie, we weren’t done watching it.”

“I want to lick that off your first, get you clean before I cover and fill you with something a little more appetizing.” He purrs, his voice low and chuckling as you squeak at his words.

His darling is simply just too cute to not want to eat up. You make it too easy to tease you, get you flustered and a mess for him without even needing to touch you. But you just had to look so good for him, taunting him like that knowing you have such a powerful hold over him.

Such a simple things has him charged and ready to go, all because it’s you.

[wrangleofkaon]

“I will!” Wrangle piped up, nodding at Gasket and Wing.

He was still watching the spot Critter once was as if wondering how life would have been had they not died and Wrangle never joined the Autobots.

Wrangle had left a few cubes of high grade energon around places he knew Drift would see or go to as a surprise gift thing for absolutely no reason other than he could.

Drift had been finding pieces of high grade energon everywhere! Primus must be happy with him today! It was like a scavenger hunt!

Drift was now sitting in his make-shift personal base, nomming and drinking the high-grade energon, like a littls kid eating goldfish.

[try-again-bissh]

"Imagine Being Love by Me" Pt 2

Smoke x Annie x OC Sinners Fic

Modern AU

Hello ! the bees in my brain are screaming, they demand I write so here I am back again. My 2025 motto has been 'don't be afraid to be seem trying" and BOY do I feel seen. I love Pearline and Sammie so there's more of them in this section. Also I now have a summary I guess!

part 1

Warnings: None for this part.

Word count: 2930

Enjoy!

Cassidy has arrived in Clarksdale, Mississippi to visit her best friend from college Pearline. Pearline is excited to show Cassidy around and allow her to sample all Mississippi has to offer, which may include more learnings and love than Cassidy is ready for.

Day 1 of 16

Cassidy hefted her backpack further up her back and wheeled her suitcase out the automatic doors of the airport. She paused the Mississippi heat pressed in on her from all directions. She looked around and took in how perfectly flat the horizon was all around her, past the airport parking lot the world seemed to go on forever here. She turned her face up toward the sun and took in a deep breath, it was so different from New York. Different from the city but even different from where she was living now further upstate away from the noise. A honk to her left caused her eyes to pop open and she turned to see Pearline standing in the open door of her car waving at her. 

“Babygirl!” A smile burst across Cassidy’ face as she shouted, hefting her suitcase up and hustling towards her. She dumped her bag and caught a squealing Pearline in a hug. Arms wrapped around her shoulders she squeezed her friend hard, bending her back and rocking her side to side. 

“Ah, I fucking missed you girl!” Pearline moaned.

“Missed you too, come here lemme look at you” Cassie murmured.

Taking a step back, her hands running down Pearline’s arms to clasp her hands and took a good look at her friend for the first time in a while. Pearline looked amazing. Fresh braids pulled into a high ponytail, her gorgeous chocolate brown skin, glowing and even, her eyes were sparkling. 

“Goddamn girl, is it love or is it the Souf that got you shining like this? I am tryna get like you, shit” Cassidy exclaimed. 

Pearline swatted her in the arm for her terrible impression of a Southern accent. 

“Look at me?! Girl look at you! Daddy got a retwist just for me huh? Look at how long yo hair is.” 

“Yeah you know, I had to get right before I meet all your friends. I can't have people talking shit about us city slickers” Cassie pushed her hand through locs and shook them out, preening slightly. 

Pearline shoved Cassie away and beeped open the truck of her car, “Get yo shit and let's go city slicker” 

After loading her luggage into the car, Cassie settled in the passenger seat as Pearline pulled out onto the road. The flat Mississippi terrain whipping by the window, nothing as far as the eye could see, few trees off in the horizon. 

“I can't believe you made it” Pearline said, awe coating her tone. 

“I promised I would, shit is settled at the farm and it's cold as shit right now I would rather be here.” Cassie replied, turning to look at her friend. 

“I believed you when you promised but damn it's been years I've missed you, girl”

“Aht aht, it's been 18 months not years! And I've missed you too that's why I'm here, I'm ready to root and toot or whatever y'all do out here” Cassie laughed. 

Pearline was her roommate sophomore year of college. Still homesick and feeling lost in the ever swelling crowds of privileged white folks the two of them struck a fast friendship. 

They had been with each other through so much, internships, microaggressions, bad break ups (Cassidy had notoriously keyed Pearl's garbage ex boyfriends car, he spent years crossing the street every time he saw Cassidy in town, bitch ass) and even Pearline finally packing up and moving back home to Mississippi. 

The last almost two years had been filled with daily phone calls and weekly zoom sessions. Cassie listening to Pearl wax about reconnecting with Sammie after so many years away, hearing about her truly making a life for herself now. For the last 8 months Pearline had been begging Cassie to finally come down and visit, the club that Sammie and her performed at regularly was celebrating its 2 year anniversary and it seemed the perfect time for Cassie to take a much needed vacation. 

Cassie pulled her phone out of her pocket, opened the camera and held it forward so both her and Pearline were in the frame. 

“Smile baby!” She shouted, Pearline’s eyes darted briefly away from the road to smile brightly at the camera. 

“I got one y'all! Snagged ha and dragged ha ass out to the Delta!” She called whooping like a cowboy and beating on her horn as they continued down the empty road. Laughter burst from Cassie thick and full and she fumbled to end the video. 

~~~

Hours later in the front room of Club Juke, Annie was leaning against the bar, swiping through Instagram on her phone. A new story posted by Pearline caught her attention and she clicked it. A boomerang showing the arrivals gate at the airport showed from 6 hours ago, “ma girl’s finally here !” The caption read. 

Next a repost from someone else's story showed Pearline driving and a gorgeous black woman sitting in the passenger seat shouted “Smile, baby!” Annie was struck by how bright and wide the woman's smile was; she missed the rest of the post. She fumbled her finger and replayed it again, this time the woman's playful rich giggles ringing in her ear. 

The next story post was from 30 minutes ago, a repost from Sammie's story, it showed Pearline and the women standing in almost a prom pose next to Sammie's truck, Pearline beaming at the camera while the women had one arm around her waist and looked down at her with a smirk. Sammie had caption it “third wheeling with your woman and her stud best friend” followed by a face palm emoji and the crying emoji. 

Annie noticed the woman was tagged and briefly hesitated before clicking on her IG, it was private to her disappointment. Her bio read:

Cassie and sassy.

Brooklyn born n raised

Farmer/Rancher in Seneca NY

She/They/Daddy 💦

Annie bit her lip and swiped back to Pearline's story to watch the video again. Captivated, she didn't notice Elijah beside her till he kissed her temple. She jumped, and he cocked an eyebrow at her. 

“Who dat?” He looked at her phone screen now showing the photo of Pearline and Cassie. 

“Pearline got a friend from school visiting, that's her. Cassie.”

She tapped back to the video and turned the phone for Elijah to see. He looked properly, the corners of his mouth turning up unconsciously at the sound of her laughter. Annie watched him. When the photo of Pearline and Cassie came up she held her thumb to the screen so it wouldn't time out and Elijah turned the phone to take a better look. 

Cassie was taller than Pearline even in her customary 5 inch heels. She had dark brown skin glowing and dark dreadlocks curled and tumbled over her shoulders. She was wearing an oversized white button up held together with only two buttons done up, thick belt buckle at the waist her jeans tight and snug over her thighs till it fell down straight over her huge chunky combat boots. Big gold rings on the fingers of her hand around Pearline's waist matching the gold necklace disappear down the collar of her shirt. 

Elijah's eyes roamed over her as Annie watched his reaction, he was so busy studying her figure he didn't catch Sammie's caption, when he did his jaw clenched and he caught Annie's eyes. 

“She's pretty.” He said, pressing his lips to Annie's cheek as he pulled away. “C'mon baby car’s warmed up” 

Annie tapped back to the video letting Cassie's voice and laughter wash over her. “Pretty.” She hummed and followed Elijah out. 

Day 2 of 16

Club Juke was absolutely packed. Line outside going well down the street and curving in front of the tamale place. Cassie’s eyes widened as Sammie pulled into what seemed to be a VIP parking spot right up front. Pearline was checking her makeup in the mirror, cleaning the lines of her lip look. Cassie patted her pockets to make sure she had her phone and cards on her. Her own lips are lightly red and glossy. She looked up in time to catch Sammie staring adoringly at Pearline, hand forgotten on the keys in the car's ignition. Pearline noticed and gave him a questioning look and gentle smile. Sammie leaned across and ruined all her hard work by giving her a full kiss on her lips. She yelped and returned the kiss, swatted him on the shoulder as he leaned back. 

“You beautiful” he said to her shrugging. He killed the engine and hopped out, walking around the car to open Pearline and Cassie’s door. Cassie looked up startled, from where she was checking out the patrons in line. 

“Such a gentleman our Preacherboy is” she said sweetly as she hopped out. Pearline slid from her seat, like liquid sin. She was wearing a very tiny hot pink sleeveless dress, sparkling tights and shiny black heels that made her legs seem to go on for years. Cassie could completely understand how distracted Sammie was every time he looked at her. 

They were so sweet it made Cassie’s teeth ache looking at them. Pearline deserved someone who was so in love with her they couldn't see the world around them and that was Sammie for sure. 

Sammie’s arm slid around Pearline’s tiny waist in that dress and held out his hand to help her step onto the curb. He didn't follow and hung back so he could watch her walk in front of him. And walk she did. Cassie stifled a giggle, and followed her as she made her way to the entrance. 

Both Sammie and Pearl were recognized by folks on line, calling out to them asking if they would be singing tonight which Sammie denied. 

“Just hanging with family tonight yall, sorry” he said as the bouncer waved them inside. 

Pearline has described Club Juke to Cassie multiple times, having been heavily involved in the place since its grand opening. But seeing it in all its majesty was something else. Unlike the clubs Cassie frequented when she lived in Brooklyn Club Juke was all southern charm and what could only be described as black opulence. Two floors, huge full bar, stages and raised platforms the space was amazing and had all the grandeur of a theater. 

Everywhere Cassie looked there was amazingly dressed gorgeous black and brown folk dancing, drinking and chatting. Glasses clinked and the music was soaring around the room. Cassie was almost breathless with excitement. 

Tonight’s gonna be a good night. She thought giddily. 

Pearline made her way to the less crowded bar away from the stage and waved the bartender over. She plopped herself onto a stool and turned to grab one for Cassie. Cassie was gazing around eyes wide and impressed. Pearline caught her wrist to get her attention and gestured to the seat, Cassie shook her head and leaned against the bar to Pearline’s right keeping the door and the crowd in her sight. Sammie pressed in on Pearline’s left and began chatting with the bartender.

“You can sit. It’s chill here Cassie, I promise.” Pearline leaned in closer to Cassie. 

Cassie was already shaking her head trying to deny that she was on edge but Pearl knew her too well. 

“Maybe I should've wore a dress.” She leaned in to speak in Pearline’s ear. She had already caught people looking her way as they walked in and this isn't even the most masculine she could look. 

“Stop, you look fucking amazing and like I said you good here. I wouldn't bring you nowhere where people don't know how to act.” Pearline swatted her shoulder and then squeezed her arm in reassurance.

“And my cousins don't play about shit like that. People probably not lookin for the reason you think, me and Pearl here most nights. Clarksdale is still a small city you just a new face.” Sammie said, leaning over to hand both Pearline and Cassie drinks. 

“We got you, don't worry.’ Pearline added. 

“Alright okay, thank you and cheers yall!” They all clinked glasses. 

“My friend Therese is performing later tonight, I want you meet her, she's good people. Her and Corey too.” Sammie nodded to Pearline’s words leaning into her side and kissing her shoulder. 

Cassie smiled again watching them, Sammie seemed like he couldn't spend 5 minutes without his lips or hands somewhere on Pearline. They had been together for 2 years already and seemed still well entrenched in their honeymoon era. 

“She been texting me all day nervous as hell but she's gonna be great” Pearline continued snuggling back into Sammie’s side. Cassie nodded along listening as she took in the crowd again. 

Much how Cassie imagined the red sea parting the crowd around the entrance parted giving Cassie clear view what could possibly be the most beautiful woman she had ever seen walking into Club Juke.

A vision in bright chartreuse, one shoulder long sleeved number, deep rich brown skin fucking glowing like she held the light of the sun in her chest, thick as fucking hell, the women was tall and confident her eyes scanning the room.

Cassie swallowed heavily and tore her gaze away, last thing she wanted was to be caught gawking here. She took a gulp of her drink and blinked hard, biting down on her lip she stole another glance up.

The woman had made her way to the bar on the other side of Club Juke, on her walk there she had been stopped multiple times, kissing cheeks, giving out hugs and waving at people too far from her to greet properly. 

The bartender almost tossed himself over the bar to greet her, she asked him something, and he turned and pointed to the upper level. Watching her from the back was almost as good as the front. Her dress was floor length and fit her body like she was born in it. Her ass sat high and full and the curve of her lower back was a vision. The sleeveless side of the dress exposed her shoulder and the tender nape of her neck. Cassie was awestruck. 

Maybe southern women are just built different cause goddamn. Cassie thought, she tore her gaze away and again and realized Pearline was no longer talking. 

Caught out Cassie froze, meeting Pearline's smirking gaze. 

“Ion wanna hear it Pearl.” Cassie said quickly turning to face the bar. 

Pearline was quiet which made Cassie wary, she picked up her cocktail napkin and gestured towards Cassie, confused she leaned closer to her friend. Who then wiped roughly at the corner of Cassie's mouth and shouted “Wipe the drool off ya face den!” 

“Stop it Pearl get offa me” Cassie squirmed out of her hold, her drink spilled over he fingers as she freed herself. Cassie shook her hand out and placed her drink on the bar. Pearline was still cackling as Sammie chuckled beside her. 

“Ugh I hate y'all, where's the bathroom you nosey bitch?” Cassie pouted, wiping both sides of her mouth with her dry hand to make sure she wasn't actually drooling. Pearline burst into laughter again and pointed out the restrooms under the staircase to the second floor. Cassie huffed and made her way through the crowd towards the restroom. Her phone buzzed in her pocket and as she looked down to check it she collided with someone. Her phone clattered out of her hands and to the ground. 

Shea butter, tangerine and herbs filled her nostrils. She stepped back an apology already on her lips. She looked up and met gorgeous almond shaped brown eyes, perfectly lined and surrounded by full lashes. 

Cassie choked on her own tongue. Something that looked a lot like recognition came over the woman's face and she pursed her lips, gaze dragging over Cassie's face.

“Sorry, I wasn't looking.” The woman's voice was rich and low. She had such a smooth accent that Cassie wasn't able to place but it tickled in her brain. She smiled softly. Cassie was already shaking her head, waving away her apology. 

“No, it was me I shouldn't be on my phone like that anyway.” Cassie said. 

“It could've been very important.” she replied. 

“Couldn't be, I've already forgotten what I was looking at” Cassie said finding herself slightly outta breath the longer she spoke to her. There eyes were locked and Cassie had no interest in looking away.

“Well let's see” she bent down, ignoring Cassie's protests and scooped Cassie phone off the ground and held it out to her.

Cassie reached out to take it and their fingers brushed, sending tingles down Cassie's back. 

“So?” The women looked expectantly at Cassie, eyebrow raised. “Is it important?” She asked. 

Cassie struggled to tear her eyes away from her gaze and unlocked her phone. The notification showed a new text message from Cassie's ex Olivia. She involuntarily sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes locking her phone and shoving it back into her pocket. 

The woman's laughter caused her to look up again. She had one hand cupped over her mouth as she laughed. Her face completely lit up in her humor and Cassie felt her jaw slacken slightly again.

“I guess not then” she said still smiling and looking Cassie right in the eyes.

Cassie opened her mouth to reply when the woman’s own phone lit up and she looked down to reply to a text. 

“Sadly this is important, but you have a good night” she said as she held her phone. She turned to walk away and then said over her shoulder “I'll see you later maybe?”

Cassie nodded and replied “Uh I sure hope so” 

She got another beautiful glowing smile in return. The woman made her way to the staircase and disappeared up to the second level as Cassie watched her walk away. 

Mhm they built different down here for sure. Cassie thought as she made her way on to the line for the restroom. She didnt notice dark heavy eyes watching her interaction from the second level of the club.

~~~

Thank you for reading! Let me know what you think <3

[stardusttheatergators]

Incorrect Quotes Brought To You By My Past Self + Past Moots Writing (Part 1?)

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Terry: Well....she uh.... blushing She's this sun girl....that uh...uhm...uh....er...uh-

Elena: She lives in an old run down small scale pizzaplex around 10 miles away!

Terry: ...Yeah....

Crimson: So you gotta crush on a hobo?

Terry: Wha- No! She's just in a terrible living situation that they somehow haven't gotten out of??

Red: Hobo.

Terry: NO-!

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Titan Atlas: Oh you're a "silly" one, aren't cha? splashes glitter maliciously

BloodMoon: sarcastically Is it your birthday, buddy?

Titan: I HATE GLITTER IT'S IN MY EYES-!

Skol: Eye glitter, interesting. >:)

Titan: IT BURNS!!!

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Solaris: Oh cool.

Titan: tumbles into the room Sorry, my legs are really sore....

Static: ....What happened?

Titan: Let's just say....I took it hard.

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DCA!Titan specifically while holding a very much asleep baby version of Terry: I fucked a gator model, this is the result.

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Goose Skol: loud goose hissing noises

Titan: That's MY BED, you little bastard!! grabs Goose Skol

Goose Skol: defiant honking noises as he flaps his wings and gets feathers everywhere

Titan: FUCKING-!! yeets Goose Skol out the window

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Soliel: HOLY CHEEZUS THERE'S A GOOSE!

Goose Skol: loud honk

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Teek: Andi, are you sure you remember the recipe, we don't want to mess this up.

Andromeda: Oh I'm sure I'm sure! proceeds to put the entire sack of flour in the bowl

Teek: Um....how about we google it, starling?

Andromeda: No need, I got this! puts a ton of water

Teek: ....Andi-

Andromeda: puts the...thing in the oven Yeah? turns on the oven

Teek: STARLING-!!

Later....

Andromeda: ....Um...this is what they're supposed to look like, right?

Teek: sigh of "I'm too old for this nonsense"

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Titan Atlas: NICO WHAT THE HELL??

Nico, who's standing in front of Titan Atlas' now broken window: Hello~!

Titan Atlas: WHY??

Nico: The door was locked.

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@titan-star

@static-x3

@animatronic-assistant

@coolgirl576

@bumble-the-sun-bee

@lunar-disillusionment

[legs-like-jelly]

Hey! Ok! Ok here me out…

G1 bumbleee and cliffjumper has different car beeps while getting got with tickles.

For wheeljack’s scientific purpose, he has to know the difference between both cliffjumper and bumblebee’s alt mode modifications are and car beeps and tickle spots are one of them.

While ratchet is just wrecking the two on his examination table, told the two it’s a check up and it’s part of the process. He just wants to wreck the two for being ‘impossible’ for examination (but in actuality he’s just in a Ler mood.)

Aaand the others wreck them too cause this information is just too cute to pass up and had to test it to see for themselves. (*whispers* Even Optimus)

(… I’d like to think bumblebee just beeps while cliffjumper honks when wrecked I uh… hope this headcanon isn’t too much.)

MINECRAFT BELL CLANGING NOISE..

RATCHET IN A LER MOOD...MY GOD... I'M GOING CRAZY

bumblebee definitely has short little beeps while cliffjumper goes HOOOOOOOOOOOOONK!! and hearly deafens every autobot on the ark.

and i totally agree with optimus wrecking bee, i LIVE FOR IT INFACT- i just think he needs to show his son some tlc!! and that just so happens to be scritching at his audial horns

[third-arch]

My Corazon HC's!! pt.3 ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

ft. Law as a kid!!

For Halloween, when Law was a child, Corazon dressed as Bee and Law dressed as Puppycat.

I saw an IG short on this, but kid Law and Corazon would watch Ice Age together.

A silly scene would come up, like this:

And Corazon would die laughing while Law would sit there cold and emotionless.

"Hahahaha Law!! Did you see that? The lil' squirrel was just (wheeze) and then (wheeze) hahaha!! :D"

"..."

"Hahaha :))!!"

One of Corazon 's biggest fears is tiny animals. Hamsters especially. He finds them adorable, though, and loves looking at pictures of them.

Corazon snores in his sleep. It sounds like bunnies honking out of happiness. Like this.

If Corazon is dating you, his smile and silly faces and noises will cheer you up.

He loves KAWS.

His phone screen is cracked.

He has a Kermit the Frog plushie.

If you pretend to air punch him, he will jerk his head back and go,

"Ouch!"

He really wanted to go to the Grand Canyon, but he couldn't afford it. Law found out about it and did one of those GoFundMe things. Corazon found out about it and made him take it down, but was very touched by it.

He LOVES The Muppets Movie and Enchanted.

His favorite Drake & Josh episode is the one where they ran over Oprah.

His favorite Victorious characters are Cat and Robbie.

He has a binder with PVC free plastic sleeves with all of Law's drawings. He looks at it when he's feeling down. It doesn't totally cheer him up, but it helps quite a bit.

He doesn't really play videogames, but he likes watching Law play them. He will do Mario Party, Wii Music etc., and things like Angry Birds.

He's really good at Clash of Clans for some reason (yes, he still plays it).

But, his favorite mobile game is one called Deemo. He showed it to Law one time, but wasn't sure if he was ever interested in it.

Maybe one day...

[thoughtdaughterswords]

Empty skin:

tw: mental illness, bpd mention, autism mention, anxiety/panic attacks, emotional distress, self-worth issues, family trauma, sensory overload, depressive thoughts

✦ Chapter 2

Between Shadows:

The dorm room was smaller than she remembered.

Grey walls. A single window staring out at a brick wall, soaked in shadow.

Indya sat on the edge of the bed, legs pulled tight to her chest, like if she squeezed hard enough she might fold herself out of existence.

Her hands trembled—not from cold, but from the weight of silence pressing down on her chest.

The phone call was over, but his voice still clung to her ribs like smoke, tightening.

She pulled the threadbare blanket tighter.

A futile shield against the noise in her head.

The city outside was alive—cars honking, sirens wailing, voices rising—but none of it reached her here.

Her eyes landed on the copy of White Oleander on her desk, spine cracked, pages worn soft.

She’d been reading it like a map. Hoping it would show her the way out of herself.

But the words only bled cold.

“You think you can escape,” she whispered,

“but the cracks follow you.”

She touched her septum ring—cold metal against warm skin—and thought about the weight she carried.

Not just the diagnoses.

Not just the spirals.

But the invisible bruises from a family that never knew how to love her.

Outside, the city pulsed like a living thing.

Inside her, everything was frozen.

She wasn’t in class. She hadn’t unpacked.

There was no party waiting for her tonight.

Because parties weren’t for girls like her—

Girls who counted seconds instead of breaths.

Who felt like ghosts in other people’s worlds.

Her throat tightened.

“I’m still here,” she whispered to no one.

“But I don’t know for how long.”

Maybe that was the real test—

Not surviving her diagnoses,

Or the weight of a broken home—

But learning how to breathe through the quiet.

Because the worst part wasn’t being broken.

It was living with it anyway.

The knock came before she could move.

“Hey! I’m Maya—your roommate! Just dropping stuff off!”

The door swung open.

A whirlwind.

Bright neon sneakers. Oversized sweatshirt. Earbuds dangling. Voice too loud, too fast.

Maya bounced in like a firework with legs, her words ricocheting off the walls.

Indya shrank against the wall.

The lights buzzed like bees.

The mango body spray stung her nose.

The floor squeaked with every one of Maya’s steps—sharp, rhythmic, slicing through her skull.

“Just came from a concert! Did you check out the welcome party? You gotta come, it’s gonna be wild—!”

Indya’s vision blurred.

Her breath hitched.

She bolted.

Bathroom. Lock. Breathe.

The door shut behind her like a heartbeat.

She pressed her back against the tile, palms over her ears.

Maya’s voice still spilled through the walls. Muffled, but unrelenting.

Tears slid down her cheeks without asking.

The panic was loud, but the silence underneath it was louder.

She curled in tight on the floor.

The tiles were cold.

Real.

Her fingers found the cracks in the grout.

She breathed.

Shallow. Then slower.

“Okay. You’re okay.”

Not calm. But not drowning. Not yet.

When she unlocked the door, the room was quiet.

Maya was gone.

The silence was heavy, but it didn’t hurt as much.

Indya lay on the stiff mattress, staring at the ceiling.

Still.

Blank.

The memory of the bathroom clung to her.

And the girl who burst in like a firework no one asked for.

This was always how it started.

She let people in. Carefully.

And they crushed her softness like it was disposable.

Not on purpose.

Just… carelessness.

Like her vulnerability was a burden.

Her pain, a performance.

She’d always been surrounded by people who felt nothing.

And she felt everything.

It was exhausting.

Carrying their emotions when they wouldn’t even hold hers.

She tried.

Over and over.

To be open. To be honest.

But it always ended the same.

A sigh. A look.

“You’re too much.”

They called it drama.

Said she wanted attention.

Because mental illness doesn’t exist unless it’s theirs.

She learned to bleed quietly.

To smile while she shattered.

Now, lying beneath the scratchy blanket, she felt it settle again:

That sharp, aching truth.

No one had ever really seen her.

Not the girl in the mirror.

Not the child in the psychiatrist’s office.

Not the teenager with eyes too wide for her own face.

And Maya wouldn’t either.

She wanted to disappear again.

To dissolve into silence.

But instead, she stared up at the ceiling, tears stinging her lashes, and whispered:

“I wish I didn’t feel anything at all.”

And the room said nothing back.

[asher-writes]

the path i've always walked

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial

Unedited, because it took me two hours to write it 😂 A little cosy fantasy. Break from all the angst. Mostly.

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I'd always been somewhat charming, charismatic.

Most people had a compliment for my smile, or my eyes, or something so innocuous I wouldn't have considered it. And I didn't consider it. My own ego was the size of a deflated balloon, despite the fact that almost everyone had a compliment for me.

Call that the social isolation of feeling separated - in some way or another - from others. I was an only child to two parents who loved me enough to hide me from the world. I didn't understand the world around me; that didn't stop me diving into it at 18.

I'd been a pretty child. I had a lovely smile, lovely hair, and whatever else old ladies cooed over in the shop. Someone always wanted to give me a present, so despite my loneliness, I could categorically say I was spoiled rotten.

It was weirder still, when I reached adulthood in some state of obliviousness, to find girls would laugh at my jokes and boys would trace the line of my spine flirtatiously. I had never considered myself attractive, I'd never needed to. The things I said were like magnets, just jokes, little slices of humour, and people gravitated to me - orbited me like I was a planet of my own.

I paid it no mind. It was handy, sure, especially at parties. But I'd grown very used to isolation, and I liked that. I liked the quiet, the time to think, to draw, to stitch and admire the quiet earth as it was. The run of a stream through a forest, the sound of the sea waves, those were what called to me.

It was the forest where I found the violets, all tied up with a hemp rope in a bouquet, on the floor.

Amongst the well-worn path, they were vibrant and inescapable. I stood beside them and stared, wondering what misfortune must have befallen the owner. Maybe a lover's quarrel, maybe a murder, either way the poor violets had been left to wilt alone.

I scooped them up, considering at least putting them in a bed of grass so that their seeds could spread. My fingers traced the rough cord and - curious - I found the dirt-smeared card attached, made of clumsily pressed paper, full of lumps and bumps.

Follow the stream.

I always do, it's my usual pathway through this part of the forest, quiet, with a narrow path. A path that joins onto a stream that eventually joins a bog of sorts. Wetlands. Even in the summer, the mulch and water refused to dry up.

I wondered if the original owner of the bouquet had forgotten it in their hurry. Maybe a secret meeting - how romantic that would be - two people hurrying to meet each other in the sanctuary of the woods.

I wondered if they were still there now. I enjoyed other people's lives and stories, they were often more interesting than my own - and I could avoid the messiness of a drained social battery by observing.

I placed the flowers down in the grass, and continued my walk.

Despite the worry of barging in on perhaps an overly amorous couple, or some marital mess that I had no part in, I found my pace quicker than usual. My heartbeat, too, rose and fell with the deep breaths I took between my strides. I realised, quickly, that I was excited. Something about that little message had stirred the often-dormant giddiness within me.

Almost like some part of me wondered - what if it was for me?

A silly thought, of course, as good of a laugh as I can be, there was no one in my life that close.

The stream eventually met the butterfly-and-bee-bed of the wetlands, where reeds grew around a gnat-chewed wooden platform, guiding me to the other side. Spiders scuttled over lichens as I walked across the thing - which creaked beneath my feet, but never worried me as much as it often should.

Halfway through, where the platform reached the middle of the ankle-deep pool of water and mud, I heard a noise. Not a creak, or the sound of insects, nor the usual honk of the wild geese that frequented this place. No, it was entirely unnatural, this sound.

It grated over me and sank between the beat of my heart, plummeting through every nerve as if I suddenly resided beneath the water's surface. It sounded the way a wave feels as you wade into the ocean, cold and encasing. But pleasing. Like it intended to bring me to my knees.

I took in a deep breath as the sound echoed across the wetland, the way I would if I were coming up for air beneath the water's surface. I looked down, expecting the culprit to be there, but there was nothing but the reeds, the flies, the lichens and mud. I looked behind me, but there was nothing there either.

Turning, I continued my walk. What else was there to do? I both did and did not want to know where that sound had come from. Head up, hands clenched and pace brisk - I watched the end of the platform and made for it with my heart thudding in my parched throat.

Then it said my name. Soft, calm, like an undisturbed lake in summer. And I stopped.

"I see you found my violets," the voice continued, the sound of rushing water embellished into every syllable that lilted from its gentle tone. "I left them for you, there's an innocence in them - don't you think?"

I didn't want to turn around.

"Who - who are you?" I whispered.

"My name is Reed," the water rippled gently. "I am the keeper of this place, I keep the water right, the insects fed, and the true course of nature running smoothly - you come through here often, I see you, twice a week, it's not often I see someone like you, you made me curious."

"Someone like me?"

"Turn to see me, do not be afraid - I am odd for you, but I mean you no harm."

I stood very still for a long moment. Reed didn't push or insist, but waited silently. I could hear the distant sound of a waterfall, but in the pace of a human breath - in and out rhythmically.

I turned one foot at a time, shuffling around with my eyes initially fixed to the wooden platform.

"The squirrels were kind enough to leave the violets for me." And opposite me was something. Not a man or women, not a person at all. There were eyes amongst the mass of interwoven reeds and blossoming flowers - a body amassed of the thing itself, the water beneath, running endlessly in a figure indiscernible.

I felt half mad, and the rest astoundingly calm. A sense of rightness and understanding washed over me. Slowly, I sat down, trembling. "Are you okay?" Reed uttered, hesitant to draw any closer.

"What...what are you?"

"I am..." it trailed off "...this." it gestured around "...I am its mind, its heart, its stomach." I didn't want to ask, and it didn't offer a response.

"What did you mean, someone like me?"

"Half-human, your soul is of the sea, a siren's song rests in your voice - I felt it when you walked amongst my reeds the first time, your song fills this place with vibrancy."

The words hung around me a moment, lingered, and then fell through me with the sinking sensation of a stone in a river. Those words implied many things - an otherness I had always felt, for one, and a loneliness of isolation that suddenly meant all the more sense.

In some way or another, I suppose my parents had known. But how? Was I adopted? Abandoned? Had I been left to the wolves and brought into safety? Or worse, was there a sordid tale between my parents that neither dared to speak of?

"Your magic is very healing," Reed's voice became the whisper of a stream "...you are very healing, I felt it, I saw it, when you feed my birds and talk to my insects - you are full of such potential to care."

I felt a little embarrassed then, that someone witnessed me talking to the bees with the same enthusiasm a mother chats to a child.

"Why?" It was all that was left to ask after the long silence.

"The world needs you," Reed knelt - in a way - to the wood and peered up with eyes moulded out of weeds. "The human race needs you, whether they know it or not."

"What do I do?"

"Just exist - sing your song, be yourself, as you have done here...look how I thrive thanks to your medicine." It's true, I thought, that the place was so green - greener than any other part of the forest, of most places this close to the city, in fact. "That is why."

I smiled, finding some strength to stand. "Thank you, Reed." I didn't envy the conversation with my parents, when that day would come. If that day came.

"Thank you."

There was the distant sound of chattering voices. Reed stood, nodded towards me one last time, and then dove beneath the surface of the water. It was not deep enough to dive in, and the water seemed entirely undisturbed by its movement. A moment later, a young couple came into view on the other side, chattering away.

I turned and continued my walk, as I already had.

But as I did so, I sang softly under my breath.

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It looks like asks are turned on! Can I request writing or, like, headcanons about how the death note characters laugh? I mean obvs there’s Kira’s silly evil laugh but what about pre-Kira light and L?

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Laugh a Little Louder ╾ Cast

AAA so asks here work!! yes. yesyeysyeye though the Wammy's kids may be ooc. See my various chats and notes for reason why but without further ado, here come the laughs!

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L Lawliet 🍰

first off, he doesn't laugh very often.

memes? nothing. jokes? nothing. sarcasm? nothing. This doesn't mean he doesn't find any of these funny, he just doesn't have the urge to actually laugh.

but Light falling down the Task Force stairs? YES.

L finds other things funny too but there's just... something special about watching Light mess up...

if he's around people he trusts he's likely to laugh more, at super not funny things especially. for example, bad puns, horribly edited memes or videos, and dark jokes are high on the list. (I may or may not also find these things very funny)

anyway that got into when he laughs. as for HOW he laughs: it varies depending on how funny something is.

Mildly amusing? Dry chuckle. almost sounds like a cough or the engine of a car if that makes sense. sometimes he will say (with no change in tone whatsoever), "haha. that was quite amusing."

Hilarious? the man is cackling and wheezing.

high pitched, like a hyena...

Light Yagami 🖊️

you guys might hate me but

Light is a GIGGLER!!!

this kind of embarrasses him so he can usually make it sound more like a chuckle, this is also how he does fake-laughs when he's Kira and wants to hide the crazy-laughs.

I think he'd find animals and cute stuff worth a little laugh just because it's amusing and they bring joy to his life

that said I think Kira version of Light wouldn't laugh as much. He's under a lot of stress, he doesn't see the joy in life any more. Light is just there to fulfil his mission, to cleanse the world of evil, and he's so dedicated to this cause that he doesn't find time to appreciate the good that already exists in this world

damn that got sad for a post about laughter

uhhh anyway other people laughing inevitably sets Light off too, even as Kira he struggles not to laugh when L or Matsuda does. Misa's laughs, not so much of a problem. They just concern him...

Misa Amane 💝

hold on this is kind of hard actually...

you know what, I think she'd make other noises instead of actual "laughs."

such as squeaking, squawking, honking, all those funny words used to describe people who laugh but don't really laugh. shakes her head and sighs a lot at dad jokes but she secretly loooves them.

if she actually laughs it will be hahahahahhahaa-gasp-hahahhahahaha where it gradually gets higher pitched and the sound stops and she's just breathing in a squeaky manner. Misa will also start waving her body and arms back and forth like she's going to hit her knees, but only hits air.

sounds a little like she's dying tbh

Misa used to be embarrassed about her laugh when she was little, but she grew to learn it just means she's happy! so she likes it

though she would never laugh if she's livestreaming or anything like that, like Light she'd have a fake laugh (a typical girly giggle) for such occasions.

Touta Matsuda 🦆

this guy is like so normal help hahjajjajjasjsj

I think he would often like scream and then laugh (especially on roller coasters, watching horror movies, being jump-scared, all that)

wheezes a little, goes "oh God- oh God- no no stop-"

his stomach starts to hurt because if Matsu starts laughing he just like. does not stop. he goes into hysterics.

would end up rolling on the floor and struggling to breathe

"Matsuda it was just a bad bee pun, are you alright?" because he'd suddenly be set off by one silly thing like that and just be chuckling and laughing and all for the next few hours. and expect it to start again if someone makes the mistake of saying "bees" in the next few days

Okay but his mouth would go all squiggly like Charlie Brown's when he's trying to hold in a laugh.

shoving his bright red face into a pillow and trying not to scream in laughter, literally this man is DYING at every lame joke. he loves really long jokes too.

this guy is not actually so normal after all...

Near 🧸

like L, he does not laugh very often

unlike L, this statement is ONLY true for when he's in the company of others. when alone I think Near does a fair bit of laughing, though it's quiet

it's just the kind of vulnerability and genuine enjoyment that he only feels safe to express when he's alone...

anyway Near's laugh is a little rough like he's not used to doing it. he might chuckle for a while, or just let out a quick and sharp "HA!" if he's more startled into laughter. the first one is more private, the second he might let out a couple of times in company

I think Near would also lie in bed at night and just laugh at the ceiling. maybe especially if he's had a bad day. it makes him feel a little better and reminds him that there are good things in the world! Because when Near laughs he remembers the other things that have made him laugh

it's a sign he likes and trusts someone if he laughs with them

Near can also mimic lots of different kinds of laughs. I feel like he's a storyteller, even if he only tells the stories to himself, so this skill can come in very useful!

Mello 🍫

HE HAS AN EVIL VILLAIN LAUGH

less disturbing than Light's Kira laugh BUT IT'S STILL KIND OF SCARY IF YOU'VE NEVER HEARD IT BEFORE

but most people are quick to realise he's just laughing. laughing a little like a crazy person but it's easy to tell, if you take the time to observe, that he's just genuinely enjoying himself

Matt ALWAYS knows what to say to make Mello laugh

(Mello tries not to laugh at Matt though, mostly because he's a little ass who doesn't want to give him the satisfaction)

Actually, his laugh is kind of sweet to listen to in a way??

I don't know how to explain that and the villain-laugh headcanon fitting together but they do, just trust me. it may sound evil but it is super sweet

hahaha he thinks he's a badass his laugh sounds like he's a badass but somehow it's not badass at all.

The opposite of Near, he's more likely to laugh around others.

I think his favourite thing to laugh at is really bad movies. Just making fun of them, ridiculing the plot, and though some people thinks he sucks the fun out of it he finds it enjoyable

Matt 🚬

laughs often, doesn't GENUINELY laugh often.

he's a smoker right? well, I think that makes it clear that he's got a smoker's kind of laugh. he might end up coughing if he laughs too long

don't smoke kids

Matt's always had more of a throaty laugh though, he's a low chuckle kind of guy. unless he's tired or REALLY amused, in which case he'll cackle.

When typing he does a keyboard smash laugh: AJHSHAHAJAJA

I think he laughs at himself often. Matt in particular I haven't seen his dn appearances in years but I think he's a pretty chill guy most of the time, happy to give a laugh if someone insults his fashion taste.

not a headcanon but I wonder if a PC emoji would fit better...

Loves to make other people laugh too!! will lighten the mood or turn a chuckle into an uproar with a few really good bad jokes or a funny assortment of actions or impressions

He pokes fun at everyone and everything because when you take life too seriously, you don't enjoy it.

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𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜

[prismatica-the-strange]

American Honey🐝💛 | She Is

Warnings: 18+, alcohol

She (A Capella Mix) by We the Kings | dividers by @saradika-graphics

Bee startles at the sound of something hitting the ground outside the garage. It's been five months since the events in LA but he's, admittedly, still on edge.

He's about to transform and investigate when he hears a familiar giggle through the wall.

If he could in his alt form, he'd roll his eyes, but instead, he revs his engine to get her attention.

"Bee!" CC stumbles through the side door and holds her finger to her lips, "Sh- Shush!"

She leans on her palms against his hood, clumsily patting it as she whispers, "Don't want Sammy to know I'm here."

He jerks beneath her in surprise and she giggles, "Relax, Bee. I just need a ride."

She fumbles with the handle of his driver's side door until his radio breaks the quiet.

"Garage door."

She does as he says and when she turns back around the passenger side door is open for her.

"Get in- Sweetheart- Let's go for a ride."

"Hun," He shivers when she runs her fingers across his hood, "I think I should be in the driver's seat, just in case."

"No way- you're drunk."

She is, but that's not the point. He gets all nervous when he feels her hands on his steering wheel.

"Oh come on, it's not like I'll actually be driving."

He whirs in defeat and the driver's door pops open.

"Thank you!"

"Yeah yeah," He whirs.

As soon as she's buckled in he tears out of the driveway, most likely waking the entire Witwicky household.

"Bee!' She squeaks, "Bee, slow down!"

He laughs when she grips the wheel, clinging to him when he takes a corner hard.

"Bee! Bee please just- dear god- Bee slow down!"

The quiver in her voice makes him slam on the brakes, and he's barely able to get the panicked "Are you okay?" across the radio.

He's a flurry of worried whirs when she leans her forehead on the leather of the wheel.

"I'm fine. I'm okay. I just..." She sighs, "I'm really drunk, Bee. Can we just take it slow? Please?"

"Sure thing, darlin'."

The rest of the drive is much smoother and it isn't long before she starts nodding off, mumbling little things he's not sure she means to say.

"You're sweet on me," He swerves in surprise, but she goes on, "You don't think I notice, but I do... and I think it's really cute."

He hopes beyond reason that she's too out of it to remember his embarrassed chirping and the way his whole interior heats up.

She's out by the time they get to her place, not even reacting to his "There's no place like home," when he comes to a stop in her driveway.

The last thing he wants to do is wake her, not when she's so cute all curled up on his seat like this.

Sam won't mind him staying overnight, right? As long as it means Casey gets a good night's sleep.

Casey is beyond confused when she wakes up inside the familiar Camero.

"Bee?"

"Good morning beautiful!" The sweet voice of Steve Holy comes through the radio, a bit too loud for her throbbing head.

"Shhhh..."

He jolts when she nuzzles sleepily into the upholstery, trying to hide from the sunlight.

"How come you didn't wake me up?"

He makes a sound like 'I dunno' and switches through stations to say "Pretty thing - looked too ‐ cute - to - wake up."

"Shut up," She swats at his wheel and he chuckles.

He whines disappointedly when she stretches and opens the door.

"Sorry Bee, cuddle time's over, I gotta get up."

He shifts to stand next to her, steadying her when she nearly falls.

"Steady there - angel. - You gonna be okay?"

"I'll be fine, Bee," She waves him down and when he's about eye level with her she tugs his face closer and kisses the side of his face, "Thank you."

He makes excited noised as she turns around and she bites her lip to keep herself from laughing.

"You're too good to be true, yeah!" He transforms back to his alt and honks a handful of times.

"Bee, my head!" She cries, looking back at him. His apologetic sounds melt her heart and she smiles, "Now you better get back to Sam before he freaks out."

[skullsnbruises]

thank u for explaining a bit more here

“what happened to you?” pomni if ⎍ don’t mind i’m fine with anything

This is really bad because idk how to write Pomni and I got lazy but uh here

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Taglist: @poprockpanda @brick-a-doodle-do @local-squishmallow @dingbatnix @data-expunged-0 @da3dm

What Happened to You?

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Ragatha made a quick bee-line to her room after dinner, Pomni noticed.

It made sense, all throughout the feast she seemed slightly off, even though Pomni hardly knew her, she could tell. The doll just looked like she was holding back a continuous frown, like she wanted to break down the happy exterior and let it be known she was hurting.

Something Pomni knew was she could tell people’s feelings. They felt like her own feelings, how strongly she felt them.

So she knew she had to go apologize.

The jester walked along, fumbling with her hands together. Going over what she might say. Just because she could connect well with people’s feelings, didn’t mean she could handle them very well. What were the comfort words again?

“I’m sorry,” she practiced, “or- I’m sorry.”

She cussed under her breath, the noise replaced by a cartoonish honking.

“BEEP!, I wish I knew what to say…” Pomni stared at her gloved palms as she walked.

Eventually she came to the door, and hesitated as she grab held of the knob. A slow, painful turn later and the door pushed open, gulping loud at the anxiety of it all.

Ragatha sat on her bed, facing away from the door. She looked sad, shoulders slumped and heavy sighing.

Or, heavy breathing.

Suddenly, Pomni could see the glitching effect over her arms and hair. But that didn’t make sense, Caine had fixed them up, why would she-?

Until Pomni realized, this must be what abstracting looks like.

“Ragatha!”

The doll whipped around, her eyes filled with tears.

“I-“ Pomni reached out, like she hadn’t before, “I’m sorry.”

Ragatha bawled at that, arms open for embrace. Before Pomni could even process it, she rushed over, blindly being wrapped into a hug.

“I can’t- I can’t keep doing this,” Ragatha whispered out with a croak, “I can’t.”

“What can’t you do?” Pomni rubbed circles into her back.

“Just- pretending!” Ragatha cried, “I’m not okay!”

As she talked, the distortion started to fade.

Pomni went on, “You don’t have to pretend.”

Ragatha met her eyes, glossy with cartoonish tears dripping from them like ooze.

“I d-don’t?” She hiccuped.

Pomni smiled shyly, “Not around me.”

The doll glanced downwards, “Can I- we- do something that makes me feel better…? It’s weird- ah-“

“It’s okay,” Pomni promised.

Ragatha nodded solemnly, “…okay.”

And suddenly the doll was in Pomni’s hands, shrunk in the matter of a second. Pomni nearly flinched backwards, surprised, but she remained cool the best she could.

Ragatha held her arm, tiny and whimpering, “C-could you eat me?”

Pomni’s eyes widened into huge colorful pupils.

“S-sorry that’s weird-“ Ragatha seemed to be backtracking, “I’m-“

“I will,” Pomni blurted out, “I’ll do it.”

Ragatha stared up, hesitant to accept now. She just nodded, embarrassed.

Pomni lifted her up on her palms, bringing the tiny doll to her mouth. She didn’t hesitate to pop Ragatha inside, licking over her body to wet her up for the journey to her stomach.

She cradled Ragatha against the wet tongue, rolling it over her face, tasting salty tears that were leftover.

Pomni hummed softly as she gave a hard swallow, feeling the tiny Ragatha be pushed to the back of her throat. Another gulp and she was on her way down, squished and covered in spit from the esophagus’ tight hug.

The jester felt the small weight slip inside her stomach, a small bulge of her tummy protruding where Ragatha lay. She smiled, happy that she could cheer up the tiny and save her from the same terrible fate Kaughmo went through. Just the small action of caring, Pomni had helped Ragatha.

[gayfandomnerd225]

Me and my amazing boyfriend @aguyinthepubliceye called today!!!

He was drawing and I was working on some cross stitch

Him: “Bee home” I pause, “hive?” Him: “Yes”

Him: “Leaky Brain”

We were talking about geese, I am scared of geese because, “Those things honk and they have teeth,” and then he said: “I’m writing that down”

He decided he was gonna colour with crayons, “Why do you hate crayons?” I ask, Him: *makes animal growling noise*

[lunarfeat21]

It’s four in the morning, woke up two hours ago, and I’ll never this go, I’ll think about it at the back of my mind.

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I really, REALLY, like the concept of cybertronians using sounds, whether to convey emotion, or simply scaring the living daylights out of humans (using legends to their advantage).

Look at Optimus from Animated, his engine revving in anger after learning that Prowl stole the Dinobots and put them on an island.

Then we have Strongarm (a pickup truck-like alt mode), MAKING TRAIN SOUNDS to frighten a tourist group away from a ghost town where it is a hideout to a shapeshifter. Like, holy shit, how cool is that?!

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Now cut to the chase, how often do cybertronians do it?

Maybe not often when communicating with others, based on their moods. When given the opportunity, then using sounds to give a hint of whatever they feel.

Or replicating other sounds to confuse/scare anyone, ranging from mischievous purposes or using it to their advantages (especially when in war).

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Now buckle up folks, it’s ‘my nonsensical bs headcanon’ time!

I like to headcanon that the Bee Team uses different sounds to communicate, especially useful when on missions they use to blend in the environments.

Imagine them on a highway, flanking a Decepticon in secret, using the honks of the noisy highway (in Morse code), and BLAM! Got the ‘Con!

When they’re not on missions, they also use sounds for various purposes: pranks, comedic effects, and a mood sound indicators.

Denny and Russell kinda get it in some parts, like one time they found Sideswipe and Strongarm in their alt modes face away from each other, they can hear the intense noises of their engines; giving a clear signal that they’re angry at each other.

Another time involving Grimlock and a joke he heard on tv, Dino was watching a comedy, world’s cheesiest joke came up, and Fixit found Grimlock in a laughing storm; chassis rising up and down with the stutters of a squeaky wheel.

Or when Thunderhoof is searching for Clampdown (oh boy…), the informant tried to muffled his whimpers, only for the mob boss finding him, resulting both running; one running for his life and the other ending his.

All the while Clampdown screaming in teapot, and Thunderhoof roaring like a busy farm tractor. You see what I did there ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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And with that said, thanks for reading this, even if it didn’t make sense.

(You can also share your headcanons, I would love to read them!)

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Here’s a clip :) (as a bonus treat!)