#does this count as transformers fan continuity?

[lmadsadness]

size difference checkkk-

good primus.

[trashiiplant]

they're judging you

+ random doodle dump

[keferon]

⋯⋅๑┈•✦ Tf Mimics AU Masterpost ✦•┈๑⋅⋯

Start reading. Everything au related + newest updates

Reference for Prowl Reference for Jazz. And Jazz’s head

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You need to read Monster hunter comic and Spellbound comic in order to understand what is going on in this au!

[czcreation]

Some love (adjacent) doodles for valentines day!

[short-circuit-the-great]

When bro is your doctor

[sonicblueartist]

What about a one-shot or just a suggestive story where Shadow takes advantage of y/n?

A/n: I'm probably gonna get all the fans' attention with this one huh? I normally don't write anyone but Tails but I am making an expection for some reason today. Have a good read I guess! Idk why I write what I write today XD Sorry for the long wait.

I left you guys in a cliffhanger. hah! idk if I would continue tho

Masterlist

Pairings: Shadow x Reader

They/them // She/her // He/him // Other

Summery; Eggman made a new weapon out of Shadow. Let's see what it is

Warnings: smut, lemon, suggestive themes, blood, marking, biting, tearing flesh, attempted rape

Word Count: 1371

Btw does anyone want to be in the tag list?

As your eyes flickered over him in fear, you were instantly struck by the sharp and scary aura emanating from his breathtaking violet eyes. Shadow stood before you, his chest heaving rapidly as if he had just completed a long and demanding marathon. His fur was damp, drenched in sweat, and his claws peeked out menacingly from his gloves. His fangs were visible, adding to the unnerving sight that confronted you. But what puzzled you most was the absence of any evidentiary explanation for his condition, except for one haunting phrase that echoed in your mind.

"What do you think is the most natural instinct of an animal, the most wild and scary one?" Eggman's voice resonated in your head, reminding you of his words moments ago. "Their bloodlust? Hunger to stay alive? Maybe. But there is something else that is much *more* dangerous and entertaining. 'The will to do anything to death for their mate.' "

The memory of Eggman's sinister revelation half an hour ago flooded your mind. You hadn't expected this game of catch to turn into something so disturbing. Though you had managed to catch your breath, your heart still raced uncontrollably, struggling to make sense of the unsettling situation unfolding before you.

Your eyes widened in fear as Shadow took deliberate steps toward you, raising the possibility of him falling victim to Eggman's trap, turning against his friends. A sense of terror gripped you, leaving you feeling trapped with no way to escape. Desperately, you scanned your surroundings, searching for an exit, but found nothing. You found yourself backed into a dead end.

"And to mate, of course." Your throat tightened as you heard Eggman's words reverberating in your mind. The realization struck you like a bolt of lightning—Shadow was hungry, thirsty for you. Eggman's twisted plans had successfully turned him, and now the true extent of Shadow' instincts became clear. No, this couldn't be true. Shadow wouldn't do this to you, would he? The shocking dishonor of Eggman's manipulation left you bewildered, unable to fathom the torment inflicted upon your friends.

"C-come on, Shadow. This isn't you," you started nervously, your voice shaking. "We both know that you don't wanna do this. Behave yourself! Think logically, like you always do! We're still in Eggman's base. He's playing with you, with your mind, your instincts! You are the ultimate life form, damn it! You can't just succumb to Eggman like that! There are Badniks running around, and if they find us, we're finished-"

Your plea was interrupted as Shadow forcefully pinned both his hands beside your head, a whimper left your lips in fear. A deep snarl escaping his lips as you attempted to slide away. Trapped between him and the wall, you realized the extent of his transformation. No longer the loyal companion you once knew, he approached you with predatory purpose, garnered by one sole instinct—breeding. You were left with a terrifying decision. Would you become the first to fall at his hands before the Badniks got to you?

After examining his prey's frightened face for a while, Shadow slowly lowered himself, his nose skimming along your neck. His actions mirrored those of a true animal, inhaling your scent as his salivating mouth revealed his primal desire for your presence. The sensation of his warm breath against your skin sent shivers down your spine, intensifying the horrifying nature of the situation.

Attempting to muster the strength to push him away, you fought against his grip, but his strength surpassed anything you could have imagined. Like an iron vice, his grasp held firm, rendering your efforts fruitless. In spite of the predicament you found yourself in, you couldn't help but be mesmerized by Shadow' well-built form, his muscles flexing in the most hypnotic manner.

You quickly shook away such distracting thoughts, forcing yourself to concentrate on finding a way out of this nightmare. Every fiber of your being screamed for escape as Shadow began to suckle at your neck and shoulder, exhaling his hot breath in sporadic bursts. The sounds he made only served to further ignite the blazing heat that reddened your face, flooding you with a mix of desire and terror.

Suppressing a moan, you desperately struggled to redirect your focus, your mind racing for an escape plan. Yet, how could you concentrate on anything other than the overpowering dominance Shadow exhibited? Pressed against the wall by his scorching body, each breath and moan he emitted only served to remind you of the pleasure he was experiencing.

Amidst his sloppy kisses and teasing nibbles, you fought fiercely against the sensations threatening to consume you, trying to maintain your composure. However, as Shadow momentarily eased the pressure of his body against yours, he replaced it with his leg pressed against your groin, effectively preventing any escape. The mix of pain and pleasure elicited a whine from your lips, pushing Shadow to suckle at your shoulder with renewed vigor.

Finally, he got bored and withdrew from his sloppy territory. The room grew suffocatingly silent as he moved his fangs along your throat, gently biting a few places, feeling your heartbeat increasing. He licked his lips and shifted his attention to your other shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses and sucking hungrily, leaving little marks. But it seemed like that wasn't enough for him anymore; he growled, as if yearning for something more primal.

With his fingers deeply entwined in your hair, he pulled, causing you to gasp, displaying your neck like a plate of meal to him. Without warning, he sank his teeth into your shoulder, his fangs piercing through your skin. Tears slipped from your eyes as you cried out in pain. He let your arms go and held you tightly from your waist, as you gripped his back for support. You closed your eyes, gritting your teeth, and unwillingly scratched his back in pain. It felt as though his teeth were digging deeper into your shoulder, testing your limits.

Shadow let out a pleasured sigh through his nose, not yet satisfied. He continued biting harder than before, his eyes closed as he let out an animalistic growl. The realization that he could break your neck in half if he wanted sent a shiver through your spine. He sucked your blood with such thirst leaving you weak as you sobbed silently, drinking and swallowing it all as if he hadn't had a drop in weeks.

Before things grew any wilder, he pulled back, a string of blood and saliva still connecting the two of you. Panting for air, he tried to lick all the blood flowing from his mouth with his tongue, his breath hot against your face. Your blood flowed from your shoulder to your chest.

Satisfied with the mark he left on you, Shadow now went for your lips. Gripping your form, he forced his lips onto yours, connecting them. You hesitated, not wanting to taste the disgusting blend of your blood and his saliva. He pulled your hair once again, and when you whimpered in pain, he immediately seized the opportunity and engaged in a fierce kiss, taking your breath away.

Your heart raced as his hand wandered across your body in a manner both unnerving and inquisitive. He marked his territory, staking claim to every inch of your being. Your mind battled to comprehend the situation, as your body responded to his predatory touch.

Fighting the rising panic, you summoned your inner strength you managed to wrap your arms around his shoulders in a desperate attempt to distract him. As your lips collided in a feverish kiss, you hoped to manipulate the situation to your advantage.

To your surprise, he welcomed your advances. He tilted his head, letting out a low, carnal moan. Sensing that this could be your one chance to regain control, you decided to play along. You pushed aside your feelings of self-disgust and harnessed your newfound determination.

As you passionately kissed, your mind churned, searching for an escape plan. With each stolen moment, you became acutely aware of his animalistic nature, his primal desires, and his desperate need to assert dominance. Yet, instead of submitting to the imminent danger, an idea began to form in your mind.

[firebunnylover]

In transformers,

What are sparklings? Are they like robot babies?

YES!

They are a mostly fan concept however. Hasbro has been cowards and unfortunately haven't realized how good an idea it is.

Mostly cuz that opens the floodgates of robot pregnancy I assume.

With that said, IDW comics does touch on the concept as far as I understand, regarding protoforms where they start out like lil marshmallows, then grow into their basic robot forms.

I think that protoform is a scraplet, but I'm not terribly familiar with IDW continuity so take that with a grain of salt.

In TFA, Sari can technically count as one.

Prof. Sumdac found her as a lil protoform that somehow ended up in his lab and after touching her, she somehow absorbed his DNA and became humanlike.

We probably would have GOTTEN MORE INFO IN SEASON 4 ABOUT HER ORIGINS BUT WE DIDN'T GET SEASON 4!!

Personally, I love the idea that they start off as lil squishy marshmallow blobs, developing arms n legs later on as they develop, along with more rigid structures.

And I think sparklings could be one of the reasons why Cybertronian altforms' tend to have this conveniently open space in them that you can access. They can get carried around like how marsupial do

Also we can't forget the biggest contribution to Sparkling Ideas, the KOBD child - Wildbreak.

He had so many similar traits to the gay cat husbands that fans just took the idea he was their kid and RAN.

(old drawing of mine of KOBD family feat. sparklings Wildbreak and Override)

I don't draw KOBD family as much as I should, I apologize for that.

[dollfacefantasy]

Teddy Bear 🧸

pairing: chris redfield x fem!reader

summary: you cuddle with your boyfriend to stay warm during the night, but being so close to you gets him worked up even in his sleep

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, somnophilia, daddy kink, cockwarming

word count: 2.1k

a/n: i’m cold and tired and this is the result 😔 comments and reblogs are much appreciated <3

tags: @sleepyluxe @kaitkatme @tosuckmyweenis @pupthepokemonenthusiast @bizzarethirst @death-paint @petitecolibri @iron-toxinz @wildest-dreams-at-midnight @nexysworld @explorevenus

You’re fast asleep in the cold darkness of your bedroom. The light of the street lamp outside leaks in through your window, streaming over your bed. You have the plush gray comforter draped over your body and your pale pink throw blanket tangled around your legs.

Though, the main source keeping you warm tonight is your space heater of a boyfriend lying next to you. Chris always ran hot in his sleep. His bicep was currently radiating heat through your head from its position beneath your cheek. He was on his back right now, mostly uncovered since you had the blankets.

You’re sleeping peacefully, soft breaths coming out in little puffs from between your lips. You stir when you feel the mattress shift as your boyfriend rolls over. Suddenly, you’re engulfed by his muscular form. His chest presses against your back, and his arm that’s not acting as your pillow wraps around your waist and snakes under your shirt.

You mumble some sleep-addled nonsense as he pulls you even closer and nuzzles his face in your hair. Your sleepy eyes crack open. With some slow blinks, you’re awake just enough to walk the line between consciousness and sleep. His relaxing warmth kept you trapped in that hazy state, unable to wake up fully.

He holds you like you’re his own little teddy bear. You squirm slightly, trying to adjust yourself as best you can, but it was difficult when his body kept you locked in that comfy position. A sleepy whine leaves your mouth as Chris nestles you deeper against his body. He grumbles softly at the noise but doesn’t wake.

Your presence was seeping into his unconscious mind. The faint sound of your whimpering combined with the pressure of your half-assed wriggling began to infiltrate his innocent dreams and transform them into something more explicit. Suddenly, you were all he could smell, all he could feel, and he wanted more. A craving for you began blooming the pit of his belly as the soft flesh of your ass brushed against his length.

By this point, you had basically acclimated to the snug position and begun falling asleep again. You were out of it enough to the point that you didn’t feel his cock start to grow stiff against your ass.

You had gone still, but it was his turn to move now. His hips gently rut against you in his sleep. He leans against your smaller form to get some more pressure on his dick. He mumbles something against your ear, his hot breath fanning over the side of your head.

“Baby, baby, baby…” he murmurs into your hair.

He continues rolling himself against you, getting harder with each small motion. He breathes deeper as his arousal continues to blossom, inhaling your scent as much as he can. It just makes his dreams more realistic. Makes him feel like he’s really got you folded in half beneath him while balls deep in your pussy.

His rocking movements aren’t enough to rouse you. What does wake you is when he starts messing with your blankets. He was still sleeping, only pushing them away out of a subconscious desire to have more of you. Haphazardly, he shoves the coverings down your legs and leaves your hips exposed to the cold air. He groans deeply once more of you is available to him. He could feel the warmth of your ass against the outline of his cock.

All you had worn to bed was a skimpy pair of panties and one of his shirts. It didn’t give you much insulation or coverage, so the cold air surrounding you was enough to draw you out of sleep and back into that dreamy middle ground.

“Chris…” you whine and squirm. You pointlessly tug on the covers to try and get them back, but they’re all tangled up between your legs.

While your noises come from a place of discomfort, they don’t register that way in your boyfriend’s unconscious mind. Almost as if you’re triggering some sort of prey drive, the delicate whimpering and fidgeting only boosts the primal urge within him.

“Good girl… daddy’s got you,” he mumbles. 

Even in your dreamy state, that phrase ignites your desire for him. And to make matters worse, or maybe better in your case, his hand snakes under the faded gray fabric of your shirt and finds its place on one of your tits. At first he gently kneads it, but after only a few squeezes, his hot palm settles on your breast. It was almost like he did it for comfort, just something soft to hold while he pleasured himself with the mere feeling of your curves.

You shift your thighs together, searching for some friction. The increased movement has Chris shifting further on top of you and pushing you into the mattress.

His face rests in the crook of your neck, and you can sense he’s starting to wake up, the sensations growing too intense for him to stay completely unaware. His breaths become more shallow and less rhythmic. His grip on your tit tightens. You really couldn’t move him off now, his larger frame boxing you in.

“Chris,” you whimper again.

“Hm?” you hear his sleepy hum. His hips don’t stop moving.

“You’re crushing me,” you whine.

“‘M sorry, baby bear,” he mutters. 

Despite his apology, he makes no move to get off you. It’s ok though. It doesn’t bother you as much as it would have because he called you that. One of your favorite things to hear. Those two words, baby bear. Always just made you feel so docile and content.

“Feel so fucking good,” he grumbles.

He keeps humping your ass. A small wet patch had formed on the front of his boxers from the precum leaking out of the swollen head of his cock. His fingers weakly massage your breast and lightly pinch and pull at your nipple.

“I wanna feel you too,” you say as slick begins collecting between your thighs.

He moans quietly and kisses your neck a bit. “Have I been neglecting my sweet girl? My baby needs some relief too, doesn’t she?” he tiredly coos.

“Mhm,” you whimper.

“Don’t worry, honey. Daddy’s gonna make it better,” he grunts.

He’s reluctant to stop the constant stream of pleasure he gets from rutting against you, but he forces himself to pull away just so he can shove his boxers down. He pumps his cock a few times before tugging your underwear aside and slotting himself between your folds.

He doesn’t push inside of you yet. He just rocks back and forth, enjoying how your arousal coats his shaft. It feels like he’s holding you tighter as he does this, but that could be due to the condition you’re in, drowsy with lust.

Both of you have your eyes closed, softly panting and moaning as you just feel the other. The tip of his cock slides over your clit multiple times, and each time his tummy flutters at the little whine you release.

“You’re so wet, baby. Did I wake you up or do you dream about me too?” he asks. He wasn’t too sleepy to tease. That was for sure.

“You woke me up,” you whine. You, on the other hand, were too tired to come up with any kind of witty response.

“Oh, ‘m sorry, baby. Not my fault though. Can’t help popping a boner cause you’re so fucking perfect. My dick knows it even when I’m passed out,” he says.

“Put inside, ‘m tired,” you whimper, not in the mood to tease while you were so sleepy.

“I know you are, baby bear. You’re being such a good girl for me. Letting daddy use you even when you’re so tired,” he mutters and plants some kisses on your face.

After what seems like an eternity, he finally angles himself to enter your warm hole. His hips move forward. He’s buried inside you before you can even comprehend the tip stretching you out.  Your fingers clutch your pillow as you whine. Your legs squirm around a bit, but Chris makes sure you’re positioned how he wants.

“Good baby. I know you love that tight fit,” he whispers, “Are you feeling good? Getting what you need too?”

You nod mindlessly, simply happy to be full.

“Daddy…” you whimper. But this time it’s not a whimper of impatience or command. He hears the shift in cadence. Your little noise comes from a place of pure love. The need for him to hold you close and keep you safe.

“I’m here, baby,” he responds. 

He starts rocking his hips, dragging his cock between your slippery walls. He lets out a deep groan and takes in a shaky inhale. Wet noises sound from your lower bodies connecting. His hand not on your breast slides down your body to find your clit and swipe at it through your slick.

“You’re so fucking wet. You love me using you like a toy. Humping you like you’re a little doll,” he murmurs.

“Mhm,” you whine. Your hips jerk as the rough pad of his middle finger swirls on your sensitive bundle of nerves, “Like when daddy’s needy.”

That makes him laugh a little. 

“Yeah? Needy just like you, hm?” he teases.

You nod with a sweet smile on your face. He continues thrusting, motions becoming languid as he continues on. You’re both breathy and whimpering at different points, clinging to each other. You weren’t cold at all anymore despite the lack of blankets. Everything felt soft and warm now, comfortable and hazy.

It just felt so nice. You were pretty sure you would’ve fallen asleep again if not for Chris’s finger playing with your clit. The sparks of euphoria become more frequent and make you twitch and writhe in his grasp. You felt your peak approaching and he did too. He pushes down a little harder, in turn, causing your cunt to flutter around his cock as it slides in and out.

“Know you’re gonna sleep good after this, precious,” he murmurs as he tries to stroke even deeper, “You’re always knocked out after I fuck you good.”

“You’re gonna pass out too, probably gonna crush me again,” you whine.

“Of course, I will. Gotta keep my baby bear close. Make sure you stay warm,” he says.

His breathing gets ragged, and now he’s definitely holding you tighter. You know he’s definitely reaching the finish line as his finger spasm on your clit. The sharp movement nearly makes you cum, but you hang on for a little longer.

“Gonna fill you up, baby. Get you nice and full so you can rest like you deserve,” he whispers.

His hips slap against your ass harder as he barrels towards his release. He’s grunting into your neck, holding you tight as your body bounces from the constant movements. He’s panting and you’re whining when, finally, his limbs lock around you and a long moan comes from his throat.

He starts spilling his cum inside you, making good on his word. He’s stuffing you full. His hips keep thrusting, ensuring it gets deep, completely flooding you. You shudder at the feeling and melt in front of him. As he starts to come down, he works his fingers faster, getting you to your own high. Just as he’s settling down, you reach the high. You jerk and twitch, eyes rolling back and hips bucking forward. He whines from the overstimulation of you contracting around his spent cock, but he pleasures you through it till you’re definitely finished.

The two of you lie there, both unwilling to disconnect from each other. You’re sinking into the mattress, already slipping back into the sweet depths of sleep. His hand falls from your breast and rises from your cunt to meet in the middle and hold you close by your waist. Lazy kisses land on your neck.

“Sorry I woke you up, sweetheart,” he whispers.

“You don’t gotta be sorry,” you say.

“Guess not,” he chuckles and pecks you a few more times.

He stays inside you, keeping you wrapped around his now soft cock. It was comforting, soothing in a weird way. Gave you that sense of security you were always craving. You don’t want him to pull out. As if he can read your mind, he whispers in your ear.

“Get some sleep, baby. I’m staying right here. Gonna keep you full while you sleep, make sure this pretty pussy knows who she belongs to.”

You nod and nestle yourself into your pillows to drift off.

“I’ll keep you warm. You won’t even need to hoard all of the blankets now,” he teases before shutting his eyes and starting to drift off himself.

[ionlyeverwantedtobeyourequal]

Don’t ever tell yourself that you’re not enough, I am certain that you’re truly fine

PART TWO

Ot8 x reader

Word Count: 901

Just a warning, this is my first fanfic! It does have age regression themes, so if you’re not a fan, I ask that you respectfully just don’t read it <3 also, this will definitely have some angst

!THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION!

“I swear ima kill him,” I hear Changbin say before he storms off to Minho’s room. This makes me cry harder, making Han hold me tighter.

“(y/n/n),” Jeongin says gently, looking at me in Han’s arms with soft eyes. “Do you want anything? Water? A brownie? I know Felix’s brownies can heal anything.” This makes me lift my head out of Han’s chest, and I see Jeongin’s worried, soft eyes looking back at me.

“A blanket” I practically whisper, but Jeongin heard it, and he rushes to his room and grab one. I really wanted a stuffie, but I knew that would make me definitely slip, and also, it would seem odd to ask for something they probably didn't have.

As quickly as Jeongin left, he quickly came back holding a random throw blanket from his room.

“Here you go, (y/n),” He says softly, handing the blanket to Han so he could wrap it around me.

Han does just that, wrapping the blanket securely around me and pulling me back into his chest, rubbing my back, comforting me.

Back in Minho’s room, Changbin walks in without knocking. “What the hell was that about?” He asks Minho harshly.

“What?” Minho asks, as if he didn’t practically blow up on me moments ago. Changbin scoffs, “When have you ever spoken to her that way? Better yet, why did you speak to her that way?”

Minho stays silent, staring at his blanket where he sits on his bed as if it's the most interesting thing in the world.

“You just plan on not speaking?” Changbin asks lowly, shaking his head. “You made her cry, so all I know is, you probably won’t be on Han’s good side anymore.” With that, he starts to leave the room before Minho stops him.

“I didn’t want her to leave…” Minho says quietly, making Changbin turn to him before Minho continues. “I could see it on her face that her anxiety was bad, just like how I can tell when Ji’s is bad.” He pauses for a few moments, “I couldn’t let her leave when she was struggling.”

“You could’ve told her that without being a dick,” Changbin simply says, leaving the room.

As Changbin walks back into the living room, my cries stopped, but I am still in Han’s arms. When I look at Changbin, he notices how red and puffy my eyes are, and he just smiles softly. Hyunjin, from the couch, has been observing my behavior since Minho left. How my eyes became a bit wider and more innocent, how I became quiet, the only noise I make are the occasional sniffles. He notices how I am holding onto Han’s shirt for dear life.

“You know what I've always wanted to do?” Hyunjin asks out loud, breaking the silence. When no one answers, he rolls his eyes dramatically. “Oh, Hyunjin, what is it you always wanted? Well, I am glad you asked, absolutely no one. I've always wanted a sleepover,” Hyunjin continued, causing me to giggle, which caused Hyunjin to internally cheer.

“Dude, we aren’t five,” Seungmin comments, shaking his head.

“Hey! I am five!” Chris states, making us laugh, with my giggles filling the room. The guys notice how I giggle, not laugh or chuckle like I usually do. Just giggle, a childish giggle, which warms their hearts.

I look up at Han from against his chest, my wide innocent eyes looking at him. Han looks down at me, smiling softly. “Do you want to have a sleep over?” He asks me gently, running a hand through my hair. When I nod, Han smiles then looks towards the guys. “Looks like we are having a sleepover.”

In only fifteen minutes, the living room is transformed. Apparently, the guys’ definition of a sleepover is pulling as many mattresses as possible to the living room and pushing them together to make a big bed. The whole time they did this, I just sat quietly on the couch, wrapping myself in the blanket that smells like Jeongin. Chris keeps glancing at me, unlike Hyunjin, who didn’t understand why I've been acting the way I am. Chris knows. He knows all about age regression and the signs to look for if a little does regress. He wasn’t sure if I was one, and he didn’t want to ask and risk offending me if I wasn’t, but he made sure to keep a protective watch towards me.

I turn to look at the hallway when I hear a door creak open, Minho walking out almost like he was hesitant.

“C-Can I join?” Minho asks, stuttering over his words, looking at me, as if he feared rejection. Without saying anything, I slowly nod my head, my eyes looking so innocent as I look back at Minho. Minho walks closer to me, ignoring the death glare Han is giving him as he sits down, making sure to leave a distance. “I’m sorry, (y/n)...” He sighs and try to collect his thoughts. “I-I just didn’t want you to leave, especially when-” I immediately hug him, cutting him off as I wrap my arms tightly around him, whispering a small “it's okay.”

My voice was quiet, but small and innocent... something Minho never heard me sound like before. Not wanting to mention it, he wraps his arms around me, one resting against the back of my head, and the other rubbing my back.

Part One

Part Three

TAGLIST: @puppyminnnie

[cemeteryspider]

Dearie~

Alastor x Singer! Reader

Summary: Why the Radio Demon left and what happened to his lovely girlfriend

Trigger Warnings: Violence, gore, blood, injury, manipulation, emotional distress

Word Count: 1350

Next

The day you appeared in Hell, literally nothing changed. Everyone was still dealing in souls, threatening others, and everything worked as it had.

However, your life had turned upside down, quite literally. Minding your business, walking to work, you were killed in a robbery gone wrong. Then an instant later you were in Hell, your soul judged without mercy.

You scratched your neck where you remembered the knife sliding across, and took in your surroundings from your seat on the concrete pavement.

Everything was red and the people walking around barely resemble people anymore. Some were openly fighting, drawing weapons in the street. Others were, less than discreetly, doing drug deals. Some even had their teeth bared, and were ripping flesh off of decaying corpses.

Inhaling deeply, you continued your stride through the crimson streets of Hell, mirroring the casual walk you'd taken on Earth just moments before.

As you passed by a store, your reflection in the glass revealed the haunting beauty of Hell's transformation — the scar on your neck, the flapper-esque dress, and the crimson-hooved heels, each detail etched in infernal elegance. A huge coat with a fluffy fur collar and wrist cuffs. In your hair a single red feather.

It was a departure from your usual stage outfit but somehow it felt right in every single way possible.

With large eyes and a massive fur coat, you resembled a doe, the details carefully chosen to accentuate this striking similarity in the infernal surroundings.

With each step through the demonic streets, you couldn't shake the innate grace and vulnerability that now adorned you — reminiscent of a doe navigating the perilous woods.

As the crimson night descended, you graced the stage of an infernal club, your voice weaving sweet melodies and your body moving to the haunting rhythm, a living echo of your former life.

~~~

This went on for quite some time until your manager said they had someone you would want to meet. They wrung their wrists leaving you in an empty room.

In an instant a shadow turned into a smiling man with a microphone as a cane.

As his clawed fingers extended to meet yours, he greeted, "Hello, Miss, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I've been a fan of your performances for quite some time."

His voice sounded like it was straight out of the radio you used to listen to as a kid with your mother. You stood from your seat and met his hand with your pristine gloved ones.

"Likewise"

This marked the inception of a perfect union, and the palpable electricity between you and Alastor sparked a connection that transcended the realms of Hell and Earth.

Later that week you quit your job at the club and began singing on his radio show. Sometimes a couple songs a day and others you would sing for hours into the microphone, and Alastor, as you would come to know him, kept you busy. Meetings and lunches were a daily occurance. Running around the Pride Ring with him might just have been the highlight of your afterlife.

Soon the talk of the town was Alastor and his new "girlfriend". The Overlord who took Hell by storm was now bringing a new face into his empire, despite many listeners not knowing what they looked like.

~~~

"Lucifer, Rosie, I can't believe you would bring that up"

"What dear, it was just lovely when we heard your voice for the first time"

"Yeah and I cried after because I was so afraid everyone hated the performance"

"Everyone loved you dear not to mention the encore! Cannibal Town has never heard cheers so loud"

Alastor stormed into the Emporium where you and Rosie were enjoying cups of tea.

"Hello Rosie, Dearie, may I sit"

You gestured to the open seat next to you and he sat down, smile never faltering.

"What's wrong darling" You tentatively put your hand over his clawed one.

"Vox asked me to take part in his atrocious video service to aid him in acquiring new viewers" His smile darkened as he said this. "He wanted to use us for his monetary gain"

"We just won't do it then darling, it has always been us against the world, has it not", Your eyelashes batted against your cheeks and a calming hum emanated from your throat.

Finally, his fingers intertwined with yours, a subtle relaxation spreading across his stern features as a small, genuine smile tugged at the corners of his lips

"We were just about to talk about Susan and her latest stunt" Rosie said, attempting to lighten the mood, and successfully Alastor's mind was off of Vox.

~~~

Still time passed and Vox could not seem to let the rejection go.

"So Sugar how's about a deal" Vox caught up to you after leaving Cannibal Town with the Venison that Alastor asked you to grab for dinner that night.

"Vox, neither him nor I will be taking a deal from you, and I would appreciate it if you stopped asking" Your pace quickened but he sped up to match you.

"But Doll think of the good things we could do together" The TV stood in front of you and grabbed your shoulders to keep you in place.

"I would suggest removing your hands before I remove them myself" Alastor appeared behind me, and Vox immediately let go and started his defense.

You just kept walking as the two started to argue in the streets.

~~~

Alastor paced the studio in the minutes after the broadcast ended. Finally you had enough of it.

"Alastor, what is the matter"

The deer in the headlights look would have made you chuckle in any other scenario. He stopped pacing and looked into your eyes.

"Vox has had the thought that he only needs one of us to make a success story for him"

Your brows scrunched and reached out to him.

"Darling we always have been a package deal"

"Yes, Dearie, but it seems that Vox will turn to violence in his child-like way of solving problems"

You embraced Alastor and inhaled his scent. A metallic musky scent that you have related to him the moment you were in a room alone together.

"I promise we will find a way to win, Darling"

"We shall, mon cherie"

~~~

Things got worse and worse from there. The two competitors just kept fighting and ruining the other's broadcasts. With the tension rising, something had to break.

A fight that left everyone with bruises and cuts, was finally over with Vox towering above you. The Vees stood victorious surrounding you and Alastor.

Vox made a deal with you, after the gruesome fight between the TV Demon and Alastor. For just two small things he would let the Radio Demon live and walk away. Just that Alastor had to leave town and that you stayed with Vox and became something of a co-host.

This was the deal. Everything you worked for had led to this moment. Alastor was on the ground bleeding heavily with Vox's new friends towering over him ready to end him with specially made angelic weapons.

As Valentino's blade pierced through Alastor's side, the Radio Demon didn't even flinch, his gaze fixed on you, the anchor in his tumultuous world. He tried to crawl closer to your spot on the ground. Vox's sinister smile loomed over you, and as you exhaled the breath you'd been holding, the realization settled in — he had won. Vox had you both right where he wanted you.

"Yes, Vox, just release him" A cold, blue flame materialized, casting an eerie glow on the contract before you. Your hands trembled as you reluctantly etched your signature at the bottom, sealing a fate you never anticipated. With the curly writing set in stone, your soul belonged to the Vees.

"Perfect, quite a lovely signature beautiful, I can't wait to see your pretty face light up all the screens in this city" Alastor tried to reach for you just as Vox zapped you into V-Tower.

"Wait just let me say good-bye"

Vox just chuckled.

"Sorry Babe, not in the contract"

[kaakelymaakely]

Klance one shot teaser

Keith's eyes shoot open on their own volition as he choked on a startled gasp. His chest heaves, wound up and tight with an emotion he can't quite place. His hand claws at his bedsheets, scrambling around aimlessly until he's grazing the edge of the nightstand. He grasps onto it tight as he takes in another sharp inhale. His hand continues its search, eventually landing on his lamp. Keith cups the base of it and runs his hand upwards. He finds the pull chain and tugs on it harshly. Light envelopes his vision, fanning out past his bed and into the dark corners of his room.

His mind is still reeling, trying its best to catch up. He's not quite sure what woke him up, but it has his heart thudding in his chest, threatening to break out past his ribcage. Keith scrubs his face with his hands, letting the gesture slowly bring him into reality. He breathes into his hands, counting to 10, and then backwards. The air sits in his lungs and expands his diaphragm. It grounds him, evening out his breath. When he's calmed down, enough to where he doesn't feel like he's having a heart attack, he lets his hands fall limp, resting on his toned stomach. 

He's not sure what just happened. The only logical explanation would be another nightmare. He clenches his hands, feeling his palms slick with sweat. The only thing is, he doesn't remember having any dreams. If he's being honest, it was the most peaceful sleep he's had in ages. So if he's ruling out night terrors--

His ears prick up at the sound of high-pitched keening. For a second, his chest constricts again. The tightness returns in full, equal parts painful and terrifying. His fingers twitch with the urge to grab his blade, the one he keeps tucked away in his nightstand. If someone has broken into his apartment, he needs to be prepared. Keith squeezes his eyes shut, focusing on his other senses. Besides the wailing, he doesn't hear anything else-- no rustling nor shuffling in his flat. 

What he does hear, however, is a loud crash in the apartment over. All too sudden, the howling abruptly cuts off. The adrenaline shifts into something like relief-- it was just his next door neighbor. Honestly, Keith should have guessed it was them from the get-go; This is the third night in a row they have woken him up.  At the thought, that relief transforms into frustration, which quickly grows into anger. Does his neighbor have no common decency? Maybe he could have excused it on the first night, maybe even the second, but a third? 

Keith's body aches, exhaustion running deep in his bones. His eyes dart to his alarm clock, which blinks back at him. 4am. Too early in the morning to start any kind of conflict. The moaning picks back up, crystal clear through the thin walls. Keith groans, a guttural sound, and rolls to lay on his stomach. He face-plants into his pillow and squashes the sides against his ears. The attempt to block out the crooning is futile though, as even through the soft barrier, he can still make out the sound. 

Keith pushes to sit on his knees. He grabs the ends of the pillow, the fluffing squishing under his grip. He pulls the sides together, rolling it into a ball as best as he could. Keith pats it together, making sure it was rolled tight. Once satisfied, he rears his hand back, elbow past his shoulder, and then throws the pillow. It flies, enhanced by his brute force, and lands against the wall with a resounding smack. The voice finally tapers off, quieting down to nothing. Keith smirks. Silence has never tasted so sweet.

Keith purposely falls out of his kneeling position, leaning forward and landing on his stomach. Upon impact, his lungs push an odd noise out of his throat, sort of like an 'oomf.' Keith keeps his face planted in the mattress, fluttering his eyes closed. His breathing slows down, until he is eventually drifting off. Unconsciousness embraces him.

He floats in a dreamless daze, surrounded by unclear shapes and colors. He can barely make out the noise of something in the distance. It resonates like ringing in his ears, only more muffled and hard to understand. He swears there are vowels somewhere in the sound, warped. If he focuses really hard, it's almost like someone is yowling gibberish. 

The noise increases in volume, as if closer in proximity. It's grating on his ears, painful and abrasive. Keith feels his body thrash against his sheets, awareness beginning to bleed in. It laps gently at his mind, before bringing him to full alertness, as if a bucket of ice cold water was just thrown on him. He blinks, his eyes adjusting back to the bright room. That stupid fucking sound is still playing. Keith curls up a tight fist, and brings it down on his nightstand. The lamp rattles, and he's left with a stinging pain in his hand. What could possibly be keeping them up this early, making that kind of noise?!

Despite himself, Keith flushes. Oh. they're probably having sex. He lifts his head from his pillow, hair sticking up wildly in different directions. Some of it sticks to his cheek, glued from his drool. He narrows his eyes, pinches his brows together, clenches his jaw, and glares a hole into the thin wall. He knows what he has to do.

He peels the comforter off of him, and rolls to sit up, the mattress dipping under his weight. He stands, bare feet flat against the uncomfortable carpet. Keith stumbles towards his closet. He leans against the open doorway, drooping eyes glancing from shirts to pants. He purses his lips and just grabs his pair of beaten-up crocs, slipping them on. He's content in his ratty pair of pajamas, the kind you'd wear on laundry day. 

He leaves his apartment. He doesn't bring his keys with them, not caring as to lock the door behind him. This confrontation shouldn't take too long. And if his neighbor isn't open to the idea of shutting the fuck up, making the issue go on for longer than it should, then he's not afraid to resorting to a swift punch in the nose. Distantly, he imagines Shiro's voice, scolding him for being so quick to turn to violence. He shrugs it off, and rasps his knuckles on his neighbor's door.

Keith awkwardly grimaces, shoulders meeting his ears, when he hears a crash and a resulting curse. His ears train to the sound of stumbling as his neighbor, no doubt, trips over their own feet. Keith momentarily feels embarrassed bile raise in his throat. Did he wake his neighbor? Has he accused the wrong apartment number? There's a possibility that this person is a victim like him, losing sleep over someone else in the complex. Before Keith can make his escape, the door swings open.

The first thing Keith notices is the guy is fully dressed. Surprisingly.

The second thing Keith notices is this guy's long eyelashes and rich brown eyes. Keith dumbly blinks, suddenly all too aware of the holes in his nightwear. He feels his palms clam up, the way they always do when he's around a cute boy. But then he clenches his fist, tightly wrapping his thumb around his knuckles. No. This is probably the guy who has kept him awake for three days in a row. Keith will not let him parade around, thinking he's off the hook. He will meet Keith's fury.

The guy rests his hand on the edge of the door, keeping it only half-open. It looks like he’s keeping a slight barrier of protection between him and Keith. Keith, in all honesty, can't blame him-- if some random person was disturbing him this early in the morning, early enough that he still had the imprint of his pillow sporting his face, he'd be just as defensive. Oh wait. 

"Um, hello? Can I help you?" the guy asks, tone bewildered. There's no raspy edge to his voice, so he must've already been up. This must actually be the culprit then. Eyebrows flattened in question, and one cheek puffed out with trapped air, the guy looks absolutely ridiculous. Keith has to hand it to him though, he looks only slightly mortified by Keith’s glower. Keith pinches his face tight and swallows down a growl. Can he help him? Yes, he can! By learning when is an acceptable time to be making loud noises!  

"I don't care about your sex life," Keith blurts out. "until it starts interrupting my personal life."

His neighbor's jaw gapes open, looking akin to a fish out of water. He opens and closes it, seemingly looking for the right words to say. He comes up with nothing, settling for a scandalized frown, and flushes all the way to the tips of his ears. The blush travels down his neck and dips into his shirt. Keith pushes back the thought of wanting to see how far down it goes.

"...What?" the guy dumbly says. His eyes are wide, darting around Keith’s face, searching for… something. Probably a sign that Keith is joking. Is it not obvious that he’s being serious? Does Keith really need to spell it out for him?

He talks slowly, elongating each word as if that might help pierce through this guy’s thick skull. "I can't sleep when you're having sex too loud."

"But I haven't--" the man brings a hand up to his forehead and laughs. "Oh man, this is embarrassing. But I haven't been having sex."

"Then why," Keith bites out. "have you been making loud noises at four in the morning.".

The guy suddenly looks sheepish. "Oh!” He glances over his shoulder, into his apartment, before looking back to Keith. “I didn't realize you could hear that."

"It's all I can hear. Cut it out."

"I don’t know if I can."

At Keith's look, he immediately corrects himself. "Or, well, of course I can stop! But like... okay, listen man. I just got this new cat. And she's so cute, but so misbehaved. And so I recently found out that if I make a certain noise, she'll stop what she's doing and come to me. But the catch is... is that I have to yodel."

Keith scoffs. "I don't care. Just make it stop." 

Keith doesn’t wait for a response, just turns on his heels and stalks back to his apartment. He swears he feels the guy watch him leave, the familiar pinprick sensation of eyes making the hair on the back of his neck bristle. He has half a mind to slam his door shut, just to prove a point to his neighbor, but then he wouldn’t be any better than him– making loud noises at the ass crack of dawn. So instead, he gently and quietly nudges the door closed. 

Once inside, he can’t help it– he bursts out into laughter. Yodeling? This whole time… he’s been yodeling? And here Keith thought he was just having wild sex! But no! He was just singing to his cat, who is apparently trained to respond to his wailing! He’s still upset, don’t get him wrong, but he can’t help but snicker at the ridiculousness of it all. Fucking yodeling. 

–

“--I mean, how did he even figure out that yodeling works?!”

Allura hums lightly, a delicate sound, as she blows on her hot tea. It ripples from her breath, the steam wafting towards Keith's direction. He's hunching over Allura’s coffee table, clenching his own cup of tea. He meets eyes with his reflection in his drink, frowning deeply at his eye bags, noticeable even in the dark color of the brew. He can sense Allura's eyes watching him over her own cup– can practically feel her amusement. He’s glad to know she gets a kick out of his own suffering.

"So you think he's cute." Allura dips her tea bag. It's not a question.

It's frustrating and humiliating how Allura can see right through him. Keith traces the rim of his cup with the pad of his finger, an odd feeling swirling in his stomach. The sensation bubbles up, threatens to overflow and color his cheeks, but he tampers it down, pushing it back down into the vault where all his overwhelming emotions go. Keith tenses his jaw, clamping down on his back molars. "Those words never left my mouth."

She takes a slow, deliberate sip. Somehow, she manages to make slurping noises seem polite, her pinky raised in full attention. She lowers her cup, placing it delicately on the saucer. "It's okay for you to think he's cute."

Keith scowls, more at himself than at Allura's comment. He knows she's just trying to be encouraging, there's a reason he went to her after all, but he feels weirdly out of control. Romance is not his department. Keith doesn't think people are cute. It's not in his nature to notice. So the one time he actually does feel attraction, it's mortifying. It's unruly. It's embarrassing. "He's annoying."

"Annoying and cute."

"Just annoying."

Allura laughs to herself. "So annoying that you made me tea so you could rant about him."

Keith scoffs, breaking eye contact with his image in his tea to look at Allura. Her legs are crossed and she's leaned back in her chair, looking as if she's got Keith all figured out. He hates to say that she does. "I made you tea because I'm a good friend."

"Uh-huh." She says, sounding wholly unconvinced. Her eyes are gentle though, and he knows her teasing is all in good fun. "Let me guess-- this is the part where you tell me how he's a horrible neighbor, how you can't stand his stupid yodeling, how his eyes are the most infuriating shade of brown?"

He glares. "That is not--" Keith pauses thoughtfully. "...How did you know his eyes are brown?"

"So you noticed."

Keith opens his mouth, ready to counter, but falters. She's caught him, cornered him right where she wants him. But Keith is nothing if not stubborn. Instead of finally admitting that ‘yes, maybe he does indeed think his neighbor is cute, even if he sounds like some bleating goat when he sings,’ he takes an aggressive sip of his tea.

Allura grins, soft around the edges. She leans forward, reaching over the small table to place a supportive hand on Keith's knee. "You want to know what I think?"

When Keith doesn't respond, she takes that as her sign to continue. "I think that this is good for you. You have a chance to finally put yourself out there. I'd take it, if I were you."

Keith stares down into his cup, as if the answer to this entire conversation is hidden somewhere in the leaves. "...I'll think about it."

Allura beams, sitting back in her chair and raising her cup in a mock toast. "That's all I'm asking."

[cool-fancier]

A Digital Dance of Hearts

Synopsis: In a fascinating Instagram Live, you and Bada intrigued fans with warmth and sincerity through humorous banter, passionate interactions, and true love.

Word count: 3k

In an array of your shared history with Bada, 2021 represented a significant chapter—a year that saw a silent dance transformed into a musical symphony of love.

Your paths had crossed in the most unexpected of ways, a collision of worlds within Seoul's thriving dance scene. Bada had been a source amidst the sea of dancers, a power that caught your attention from the first interaction.

The relationship between you and Bada was created  during a dance showcase, an event filled with the energy of skill and creativity. She danced with a grace that appeared to defy gravity, her movements  creating a story of passion and emotion that spoke to the audience.

After the show, among the abundance of praise and honours, fate drew you both into each other's circle.  A conversation began, a meeting of minds that extended beyond the realm of dance moves and choreography.

Days passed into evenings, spent in the quiet corners of small cafes and on Seoul's bustling streets. Laughter became the soundtrack to your conversations, and the unspoken connection grew into a common understanding that extended beyond the dance floor.

The turning point arrived during a quiet evening stroll through the city park—a symphony of crickets accompanying your footsteps. Bada glanced to you with a vulnerability that connected with the silent wishes racing within your own heart, her eyes mirroring the glittering city lights.

"There's something I've been wanting to tell you," she began, her voice a gentle melody in the peaceful  atmosphere.

You stopped, the suspense evident in your stare as you encouraged her to continue.

"I feel something special between us, something beyond the dance studio," she admitted, her earnestness like a lighthouse in the dark. "I'd like to look into it further." Would you... be open to that?"

The question hovered in the air, tinged with hope and fear.  Yet, your heart whispered a resounding 'yes' before your lips formed the words, sealing an unspoken agreement to embark on a journey of love and discovery together.

And so, in the glow of city lights, amidst the symphony of crickets, you and Bada began on a romance that grew with each shared moment and every whispered confession.

Fast ahead through the seasons, and your relationship with Bada became stronger—a tapestry of shared dreams, worthwhile conversations, and stolen moments amidst the bustling cityscape.

As the year progressed, the world around you changed, but your relationship remained a constant refuge—a safe haven for both love and creation.

It was a peaceful evening, with the lovely hues of sunset painting the sky, when an unexpected decision was made. You and Bada found yourselves on the rooftop of your favorite spot in the city—a secluded haven that overlooked the twinkling skyline.

The mood was ethereal, with the city's symphony humming distantly against the backdrop of a sunset-kissed sky. Bada's laughter, carried by the breeze, echoed like a mellifluous melody as she turned to you with a playful twinkle in her eyes.

"This feels like one of those movie moments, doesn't it?" Her voice was full of affection and love, she remarked.

You chuckled, the situation being suggestive of a romantic film scene. "Yes, it does. But it's even better because it's true."

The lighthearted banter gave way to a peaceful silence, the air thick with unspoken feelings. Bada's eyes, shimmering like orbs reflecting the dying sunshine, expressed volumes—a subtle invitation to embrace the unsaid feelings whirling between you.

Without words, she closed the distance between you, her gaze a gentle caress against your skin. As she held your face in her hands, the world appeared to stop, a subtle comfort in the delicate touch of her thumb against your cheek.

Lips met in a lovely, secure kiss amid the golden colours of a sunset-kissed sky—a union that echoed the symphony of feelings that had bloomed between you. It was a treasured moment, a beautiful dance of affection and longing sealed with the tenderness of a shared bond.

The city below continued its lovely hum, oblivious to the private scene happening on the rooftop sanctuary. Bada's sensitive touch, the softness of her lips on yours, spoke volumes about the love that bloomed in the quiet moments you spent.

Finally, as the kiss gently drew to a close, you and Bada remained in the embrace of the sunset's glow—a silent understanding lingering in the air, a promise of a love that continued to bloom with every passing moment.

— — — — — — —

Bada was the dancer who captured viewers with her beauty and grace, especially after her awe-inspiring journey on "Street Woman Fighter," a revolutionary experience that launched her into the spotlight.

Your relationship with Bada had been a hidden gem in the tale of her journey to popularity.  Bada's rise had been nothing short of meteoric since her Street Woman Fighter days. Her grace, talent, and presence on the dance floor captivated people and earned her a cult of devoted followers who eagerly awaited every move she made, both on and off the stage.

Though fans were aware of your relationship with Bada through shared dancing videos and subtle indications on social media, it remained a matter of intrigue and interest. Fans yearned to see your worlds collide—the shared laughter, gentle glances, and love that formed the canvas of your relationship.

In response to the never-ending questions and outpourings of affection, the decision was taken to hold a joint Instagram Live session that would offer a glimpse into Bada the dancer's connected life as well as the hidden story of her love—of your love story.

You and Bada prepared for the live session with your hearts racing. Your apartment's cosy environment became the setting for this digital rendezvous—a venue that witnessed both the burning passion of dance and the emotional moments exchanged between the two of you.

"Okay, are we ready for this?" Bada asked, her eyes twinkling with enthusiasm and a hint of fear.

You smiled, feeling a rush of love for her. "Absolutely! We've got this. Just be yourself, and everything will flow naturally."

Bada took a seat near you with a nod of agreement, the anticipation evident in the air. The screen filled with hearts and a rush of greetings from excited fans joining the stream as the 'Go Live' button was hit.

"Hey, everyone!" You greeted, your voice full of passion and love. "We're so thrilled to be here with you all today."

Bada chimed in, her unique charm shining through. "Hello, everyone!" This is something we've been looking forward to. Let's having a good time!"

The comment section erupted with a colorful array of emojis and messages, fans expressing their excitement at the prospect of spending time with you and Bada.

@DanceDreamers: Ahh, finally! So excited for this live session! 🌟

@BadaLoversClub: You both look amazing! Can't wait to hear your stories! 🥰

The questions started flowing in, each one containing the fans' interest and adoration—a monument to the influence the two of you had on their lives. You and Bada shared stories from your dance adventure, memories from the early days when your relationship developed among shared steps and synchronised moves.

As the talk progressed, you and Bada found yourselves in your own little realm, where witty banter, shared looks, and unsaid gestures built an image of your love for one other.

Lost in a playful back-and-forth about the best dance moves, you and Bada exchanged teasing remarks, chuckling at each other's antics. The comments section mirrored the audience's delight, cooing at the natural chemistry you both exuded.

@DanceMagic: Stop being so cute, my heart can't take it! 😭❤️

@BadaisBaby: Look at how big of a baby Bada is when she's with you! 😂👶

Occasionally, amidst the laughter and anecdotes, you and Bada would share a glance that spoke volumes—a silent language of love that needed no words.

Then, a fan's question caught your attention, causing a wave of nostalgia to wash over you.

@NostalgiaDreams: How did your first date go? Please share!

Your eyes met Bada's, a silent agreement to recount the memory that had etched itself into the tapestry of your relationship. You began to remember about that amazing day with a pleasant smile—a stroll through the city streets, impromptu dancing sessions in parks, and a shared dinner at an enticing café.

Bada's eyes shone with affection as you told the story, her laughter ringing across the room as she offered her own fun commentary to the tale.

The comment section transformed into a cascade of heart emojis and exclamations, fans expressing admiration for the story that felt like a scene from a romantic movie.

@RomanticSouls: This is the definition of a perfect date! 🌹✨"l

@LoveIsInTheAir: Can you two be any more adorable? I'm in tears! 😭💖

Moments of tenderness intertwined with playful banter, creating a beautiful symphony of love and camaraderie. There were instances where you and Bada, engrossed in your own conversation, momentarily forgot the live aspect of the stream—a testament to the comfort and familiarity you shared.

The comments overflowed with observations of your interactions.

@AdorableCouples: Are they even aware they're live? They're lost in their own world! 🥺💕

@SoftLoveVibes: Look at how they look at each other! My heart can't handle it! 😍❤️

The live session had already been a mix of playful banter and heartfelt exchanges, but there was always room for more interactions and conversations. You and Bada settled back, eager to engage with the fans and each other in a more personal manner.

A question popped up in the comments section, catching your eye.

@DanceEnthusiastforY/N: What's the most memorable dance routine you've performed together?

You glanced at Bada, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Oh, that's a tough one! Remember that performance at the charity event last year?"

Bada's eyes lit up in recognition. "Oh, yeah! That was incredible. The energy in the room was electric, and dancing with you felt like pure magic."

Fans flooded the comments with emojis and excited exclamations, expressing their excitement to hear more about the memorable performance.

@DanceLoversUnite: Tell us more! What made it so special?

Bada chuckled, reminiscing about the event. "Well, it was for a cause we both deeply care about, and the routine was a fusion of different styles. But the best part was dancing side by side with you. We were in perfect sync that day."

You nodded in agreement. "Definitely. It was one of those moments where everything just clicked, and the emotions poured into every movement."

The fans' reactions flooded in, their comments brimming with admiration for the connection you shared both on and off the dance floor.

As the conversation flowed seamlessly from one topic to another, there were moments of candidness between you and Bada—moments where the live session seemed to capture genuine snippets of your everyday interactions.

Bada leaned in with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Hey, remember the time you tried to teach me that intricate salsa move and I ended up stepping on your toes?"

You chuckled, the memory causing a playful twinkle in your eye. "How could I forget? It was a dance lesson turned into a comedy sketch!"

Fans chimed in with comments of their own, reminiscing about your shared dance moments and expressing their adoration for the playful camaraderie between you and Bada.

@DanceLover_23: You two are hilarious together! 😂❤️

@SalsaSquad: Even stepping on toes, you're still a perfect match! 🕺💃

In the midst of the playful banter, there were moments of tenderness—a glance shared between you and Bada that spoke volumes, a touch that lingered for an extra second, unnoticed by the rest but carrying an unspoken promise of affection.

Then, a question surfaced, shifting the tone to a more personal note.

@SoftHeartY/NBada: What's the one thing you admire the most about each other?

Your gaze softened as you turned to her. "You first."

She took a moment, your eyes reflecting genuine admiration. "I admire your strength, Y/N. Not just as a dancer, but as a person. Your resilience, your dedication to your craft, and your unwavering support for those you care about—it's truly inspiring."

Your cheeks tinted with a subtle blush, a soft smile gracing her features. "Thank you, love. That means a lot."

Encouraged by the heartfelt exchange, Bada returned the question. "And for me?"

You didn't hesitate. "Your passion, Bada. Your passion for dance, for life—it's infectious. The way you pour your heart into everything you do, it's something I've always admired."

The comments section filled with an outpouring of admiration and heart emojis, fans expressing their appreciation for the genuine affection shared between you and Bada.

@PassionUnleashed: My heart can't handle this! 😭❤️

@LoveAndDance: You two are goals! 🌟💕

The questions from fans ranged from dance-related inquiries to personal reflections, and the comment section buzzed with excitement as you and Bada delved deeper into your shared world.

A particularly endearing question popped up, catching both your attention.

@Soft4Love4Vibes: Fans often say Bada becomes a total baby when she's with you. Is that true? How do you guys balance the leader mode with Bebe and the adorable Bada we see with you?

You chuckled at the question, a knowing glance exchanged between you and Bada. "Ah, the infamous leader mode versus baby Bada. Care to explain, love?"

Bada grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, you see, with Bebe and the crew, I'm in full-on leader mode. It's all about coordinating, planning, and making sure everything runs smoothly. But when I'm with you, it's a different story. I get to drop the tough act and just be myself—a bit of a baby, as they say."

Fans flooded the comments section with playful remarks, expressing their affection for the duality they observed in Bada's personality.

@BabyBada: Bada, you're such a softie! 🍼💖

@LeadershipGoalsBebe: We love both leader Bada and baby Bada! 🌟👶

Bada, embracing the playful banter, continued, "I mean, who wouldn't want to be a bit of a baby when they're with someone as amazing, right?"

You couldn't help but laugh, the comment section filling with emojis of laughter and hearts.

@AdorableCouple: Can we just talk about how cute they are together? I'm melting! 😭❤️

As the conversation meandered through various topics, fans got a glimpse into the playful dynamics between you and Bada. There were moments where Bada couldn't resist stealing a glance at you, a subtle smile playing on her lips—a stark contrast to the leader mode she often embodied with Bebe and the crew.

A fan asked, @LoveGazing: What's your favorite inside joke or nickname you have for each other?

You shared a conspiratorial look with Bada before responding. "Well, we have this inside joke about Bada's 'secret talent'—her uncanny ability to quote almost any K-drama line on command."

Bada chuckled, shaking her head in mock embarrassment. "It's true. I might have a slight addiction to K-dramas, and now I've got a walking encyclopedia over here as a witness."

The fans, in on the joke, flooded the comments with laughter and playful emojis.

@DramaQueenBada: Guilty as charged! 😂🎬

As the Instagram Live session continued, there were moments where the two of you became lost in your own world, a shared glance turning into a cascade of laughter that seemed to momentarily forget the virtual audience.

@DreamyDuet: Are they even aware they're live? They're like in their own romantic bubble! 😍🌈

@LoveStruck: My heart! This is like a scene from a rom-com! ❤️✨

The playful banter and affectionate glances continued, each moment drawing fans deeper into the genuine connection you and Bada shared.

Then, a question sparked a more contemplative tone.

@SoulfulDance: What's the biggest lesson you've learned from each other, whether it's about dance or life in general?

Bada turned to you, her expression thoughtful. "You first, lovey."

You took a moment, reflecting on the profound lessons intertwined with your shared journey. "From Bada, I've learned the beauty of perseverance. Her dedication to her craft, the way she approaches challenges—it's incredibly inspiring. She taught me that passion, coupled with hard work, can create something truly extraordinary."

Bada's eyes softened, a genuine smile gracing her features. "And you've taught me the importance of balance. Life isn't just about dance and work; it's about finding joy in the simple moments, in shared laughter, and in building a life together. You've brought so much warmth and balance into my world."

The comment section transformed into a digital applause, fans expressing admiration for the wisdom and love shared between you and Bada.

@InspiringCouple: This is relationship goals right here! 🌟👩‍❤️‍👩

@WisdomInLove: Learning from each other—now that's the epitome of a healthy relationship! ❤️🙌"

As the Instagram Live session approached its conclusion, a sense of warmth and gratitude lingered in the digital space—a collective appreciation for the genuine moments, the laughter, and the glimpses into the beautiful love story you and Bada shared.

"Thank you all for joining us today!" you expressed, your voice carrying a blend of gratitude and genuine warmth. "This has been an incredible experience, and we can't wait to do it again. Your love means the world to us."

The screen filled with hearts and farewell messages, a digital send-off that echoed even after the live session ended. As the virtual space quietened, you and Bada shared a moment of quiet contentment, a reflection of the beautiful connection you shared—a connection that thrived in the midst of adoring fans, playful banter, and the warmth of a love that danced to the rhythm of its own melody.

Amidst the digital celebration of your relationship, you and Bada found solace in the comfort of each other's presence—a reminder of the beautiful connection that blossomed amidst the rhythms of dance and the whispers of shared dreams.

As the live session drew to a close, a collective sense of gratitude lingered—a mutual appreciation for the unwavering support and the chance to share a snippet of your world with the fans.

[transformersconfessions]

Does this count as a confession? Idk. But anyway, I don't get jazzprowl, I don't hate it, but I'm a little "meh" when I see it, so this is a call for any jazz prowl fans in the comments: what continuity do you ship them for? what Canon interactions do they have? I'm familiar with IDW1, and they don't really have... any interactions? There's one during the Jazz Spotlight, maybe some during IDW's "The Transformers" series, but by RID they don't really interact at all, I don't think? I guess everyone could be shipping G1 Jazzprowl, but they always use IDW's designs, so...

TL;DR: Jazzprowl fans help me understand why this ship is so popular (especially when they seemingly have so few interactions in IDW) Why does it work? Is it all fanon????

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[stevethevehicon22]

Alright, back with post number two in my series of criticisms before I leave the TSBS fandom for good. Afore those who haven't read the first one, go back and read it or you'll be heavily confused.

Now, I want to continue elaborating on my complaints I had about Ruin. Now someone I had a discussion with on Discord said that Ruin has a role within the story and that I should be happy with what I get, there was more to that discussion but I'm not gonna get into it here, and I'm not gonna throw shade at that person and say that they're wrong, all I will say is that my point is that he SHOULDN'T have a role in the story, he shouldn't be alive right Now, did people forget that he literally committed genocide? He has a higher kill count than certain historical figures who were terrible people, and that should not have a place in a channel that is watched by a majority of minors. Now, Davis and Reed have claimed many times on social media that TSAMS is not a kids show, and I agree, there is some very dark subject matter in there, but does that stop the fan base of being comprised of a majority of kids? No, it doesn't.

And I know kids can be intelligent and understand dark storylines and subjects in media, I mean, look at Adventure, the intro of the show will have one think that it's just a colorful little kids show, same as the dozens and dozens that are already out there, but if you actually watch it, there are scenes that will make even adults say "Oh, what the fuck?", my point? Kids can handle and understand the message of dark moments in media.

But I don't like the message that's being sent with Ruin being able to live and be a pivotal part in the EAPS plot, what he did was unforgivable, we wouldn't and shouldn't forgive horrible shit like that in really life, why do we forgive it in these shows?

Old Moon has not changed at all, it's not happening as much anymore, but we've seen him regress back to his old ways in the earlier episodes after he came back, where he'd yell at Sun, do things without his knowledge or consulting him, just be an outright horrible person, what was the point in having him sacrifice himself so KC could live, if there was going to be zero character development? "Oh, but he's trying", tell me this, Moon fans, if we can say that Eclipse manipulated Lunar back in the early days of the show, why can't we say that Moon is manipulating Sun to work his way back into his life? Name ONE significant thing he's done ever since being brought back, please, I'm begging you.

And this is coming from a former Moon fan, I liked his personality before he started doing all those horrible things, I think Reed is very good at portraying mischievous characters, he Is, but the writing makes them so unlikable.

This next point is going to be controversial, and really I don't care, I think it needs to be said. The voice actors inject too much of their personal politics into the show, Now, I know in this day and age ALL MEDIA is political, Transformers, which is a franchise I fucking love is very political, but the thing Is, they actually do a good job at portraying how much of a terrible thing slavery Is, I can actually sympathize with some of the Decepticons who believed in their cause, but also acknowledge that their actions that resulted in the deaths of millions was wrong.

Can someone please tell me what the point of making jokes about "rElIgiOn StUpId" "CoNsErVaTiVeS bAd" Is? What message does that send? What does that do to further socialism? Please explain that to me.

Now, I am center-right leaning, but I am also open minded, I believe that the LGBTQ community does not affect me personally, they do their thing, I do mine, you have the right to love whoever you want, you have the right to identify as whatever you want, but everyone deserves respect, even those you disagree with.

My point in this side tangent? Use your beliefs in a way that actually makes a difference. We can all have our differences and interact in a civilized manner.

And before I get people calling me a "Trumper", one, I'm not American, and two, I don't support Trump or JD Vance, using your beliefs to spread hate is atrocious.

Moving away from politics, the last thing I want to talk about is the favoritism towards Lunar. He is a pathological liar, I know, how could I ever say anything like that? Because it's true. He literally admitted that the story about Eclipse hitting him more than once and strangling him was a load of horse shit. Those lies resulted in Eclipse being hunted down like a damn animal and murdered, multiple times, and Lunar gets to waltz around with near God-like powers while Eclipse is still being blamed for the actions for someone he was fucking cloned from.

Did Eclipse manipulate Lunar? Yes, was it wrong? Yes, did he slap him? Yes.

But why is it that Lunar gets to walk free of guilt while Eclipse fans have to be reminded of their favourite character's past transgressions every five minutes?

Favouritism from the writers. Plain and simple.

[short-circuit-the-great]

Everyone is scared of Tarn except Crossfire, and Tarn is scared of Crossfire because the first thing Crossfire did was try to get that DJD

[itsmyfandomandilikeit]

What we actually know about the renewal of Star Trek: Prodigy

Ok so there's been some speculation going around that Prodigy is or is not being renewed. The fact is that there has been zero news on the topic, official or otherwise, and anyone claiming to know differently is wrong or lying.

That being said, there are some things we do know:

1. Netflix is of course notorious for canceling things. I am an Inside Job fan. I know. However, they almost never leave things ambiguous. They aren't shy. When things are canceled, they make a clear public statement saying that it's canceled. Usually within two weeks of airing.

2. All of the clear public statements we've gotten from Netflix and the Prodigy crew have been consistent: Netflix will decide when they get more data. Recently, Aaron Waltke said on a podcast that they will review the viewing numbers from the first six months after season 2 was released, which occurred on July 1. This lines up with Netflix's data release schedule, which collates viewing data from the first and second halves of the year.

3. They are also waiting on a few other things. Namely, Netflix still commissions Paramount to create seasons of Prodigy. The sale of things like DVDs, Blu-Rays, digital downloads, and those new ship models that are coming out this December, affect the price of a season of Prodigy. Merchandise sales and licensing pay for a portion of it, and Netflix has to cover the rest of the cost. I'm sure the new theme park ride affects this as well. The cost to commission a season of Prodigy is determined by a number that is very much, at the moment, in a state of flux because of the upcoming physical media and merchandise releases, which could do well or not.

4. It was announced that the Hagemans have been added to a LEGO Ninjago project, and there has been some speculation that they will be unable to work on Prodigy because of this. This is irrelevant. The Hagemans have stated repeatedly that they typically work on 2 or 3 projects at once. To my knowledge, Aaron Waltke was working on Transformers One during the production of Prodigy season 2. This is just normal. They're getting work because their work has done well.

5. Prodigy costs the least of any Star Trek project to produce, but it is also the only Star Trek project that Netflix has access to. If, say, Section 31 does extremely well, Netflix can't get any portion of that success except for through Prodigy. Netflix also knows that very few new users are actually signing up for Paramount+, and indeed many users are leaving the platform, so Prodigy remains a good investment for Netflix. No matter how well this season of Lower Decks does, Netflix can't buy it because it's not for sale.

6. Data from 2023 indicated that Prodigy outperformed all of the rest of Star Trek on Netflix (admittedly, the US is not counted in this). What's especially notable about this is that it was only available for one week in 2023. In the first half of 2024, Prodigy continued to do well on the Netflix platform, despite it effectively only playing reruns during that time. Netflix will not release numbers for the second half of 2024 until next year.

7. Prodigy has the budget and appeal of a children's show, but it also has an avid adult audience. Many adults are watching it just because it's Star Trek or because they want to keep up with the overall story. Anyone who wants to maintain Star Trek completion must watch Prodigy, which is only available through Netflix.

8. Marketing is typically the lion's share of the cost of any media, but no marketing was done for Prodigy. It relied on word of mouth and the Star Trek brand. This affects how expensive it is to Netflix.

9. Finally this is not about the show itself but I just don't think that the story is over because plotlines in Star Trek never really end. Watching TAS is like the Leo Dicaprio pointing meme of seeing how Discovery was designed from a ton of these episodes. Every detail of the older shows is spun into entire plotlines in NuTrek. Whether or not Prodigy is renewed, these characters and species have been added to the canon and more than likely it will never let them go. If there isn't a new season, there will be video games, books, comic books, theme park attractions, stupid hats (that I'll buy), sunglasses, t-shirts, board games, markers, branded blankets, posters, and anything else you can think of. I kinda don't know how I feel about this but it is what I think. No matter how many seasons of Prodigy there actually will be, I'm sure the characters and settings will be brought back thirty years from now for better or worse.