#junk writes

[wyvernscales]

“Dearest Mi’Var,

As you may suspect, the contents of this correspondence must remain of the utmost secrecy. I shall get straight to the point. In response to your inquiry: it is true. I was of Clan Sabrae, and I was Ethlas Mahariel.

I have spent many seasons wondering if we would ever connect again. I have spent just as many wondering what I might say to you if we ever did. I don’t think there are words enough to explain my choices, nor enough to convey my deepest apologies.

I wish I could tell you that the secrecy of my identity was a selfless one. That it was a sacrifice for the Clan’s safety. That’s what I told myself in the beginning. In truth, I was afraid. Afraid of facing the Clan again. I failed our Keeper once; I scarce thought she would wish to hear from me again. Yet in doing so, I failed you twice. And for this I apologize. I can’t imagine the grief you must have felt.

I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me, but I shan’t expect it.

Enclosed, you will find a relic of our people. It is an Elvhen sending stone, created to connect two souls across space. If I may make one request of you, I ask you to please use it. I wish to hear your voice again... I miss you terribly.

May June’s fire keep your blade ever sharp, Ethlas Atheranion Mahariel”

— A letter from Warden-Commander Elias to Inquisitor Brielle Lavellan

[lovegasmic]

“close the curtains, woman” sukuna, with that rough tone and annoyed grunt as he turns in bed to shield the little light that comes from the window, it’s raining, drops pattering against the crystal where you stand in front of with a little pout.

you sigh, still looking outside, “we were going out today...” a promised date from your boyfriend was unusual and so, deeply treasured, but sadly today, those plans got ruined, “it’s not fair, the weather forecast said it will be sunny”

back in bed, Sukuna groans, pulling the sheets above his head, “come here”

you ignore it, or simply did not listen through your own sulking, “we were going to grab coffee...”

“come here, woman, damnit”

“and walk down the park...”

in less than a minute, he stands, grabbing you by the hips to toss you back in bed, wrapping you like a burrito with the covers and he’s hugging you hard, eyes closed and a leg tossed over yours, “shut up, we can do that tomorrow, now stay here until the rain stops” and okay, fair enough, he promised it after all, so tomorrow there is no way out of it.

[27spoons]

yapping yapping to you dudeeee. have you seen how nat treated mari's brat ass (and some of shauna's, too)? i was like: panties? where? *inserts that meme of an emoji with a dangling lingerie* like, the way her care and natural protective instincts kick in, even though others might give two fucks about her 😭😭 my baby, come here, i'll take care of youuuuu imagining a brat!reader making nat's days a living hell, but she can't possibly lash out, so she puts reader into a time-out (house arrest tf), or even brings them their portion of the food into their hut, ending up in nat "teaching reader" how to behave 😇 yuk, an innocent lesson

what if i said i wanted to be put in my place. what then. what if i said i need to piss nat off until she snaps at me, realises that i liked it, and then does it again?

nsfw blurb / smut / gn!afab!reader / porn w some plot / self-indulgent / not proofread we die like the cabin at the end of s2/ wc: 1260

natalie stands outside your shelter, the fresh scent of damp earth and cool spring air brushing past. the spring out here is deceptive—warmer than the cruel winter was but still bitter in the mornings and evenings. the soft hum of insects punctuate the silence that settles in the dim light of the evening.

inside, you restlessly lay on your makeshift bedroll, leg bouncing as you trace the light strips that filter through the gaps in your structure with your eyes. when she finally steps in—carrying a wooden bowl of stew—you glance up with a cocky grin that you already know nat will not like.

"well, well." you drawl, sitting up. "The Queen herself. To what do I owe the pleasure on this fine evening?"

nat doesn't bite. she places the bowl on the tree stump in front of you unceremoniously. "dinner," she says simply, straightening and crossing her arms.

"wow, room service?" you let out a low whistle, leaning back and lacing your fingers behind your head. "i gotta say, i'm kinda liking this whole 'house arrest' thing, you know? the perks are nice." a beat, "actually, is it too much to ask, or could i get some dessert?"

her jaw clenches, but she manages to keep her voice in check. "you seriously think this is funny?"

"i mean... yeah." you shrug. "let's be real, nat. you're supposed to be running this place or whatever, but here you are, babysitting me." you groan and sit back up, "doesn't really scream..." a beat as you feign thought, "fearsome leader, you know?"

nat's eyes narrow, and you swear you can feel the frustration radiating off of her. the distant sounds of the wilderness around you seems to grow at the sudden tension, filling the space between you two. "you really wanna test how far i'll go?"

your grin falters slightly, but you can't deny the subtle rush that builds inside of you at the way her voice lowers. "what are you gonna do? give me another stern talking-to?"

she steps closer, her worn combat boots crunching against the forest floor. she leans down just enough to meet your gaze, her voice shifting to that tone she knows gets you weak. “no. talking doesn’t seem to work with you.”

before you can fire back a retort, she's grabbing your jaw with her right hand and squeezing. "you aren't leaving this hut until i say so, and honestly?" her voice lowers further, "i don't think you deserve to leave after all this shit you've pulled, do you?"

you stare up at her, unsure if you're supposed to be feeling afraid, aroused, or both."uh…" you blink a few times, "wow, nat. you really got the whole… 'scary leader' thing down. i'm shaking in my boots."

a scoff leaves her lips, but she doesn't visibly react further to your sarcasm. "you can joke all you want, yeah? but we both know you'll listen to what i say. because if you don't…" her eyes flash down to your lips for a moment, "well, they don't last very long."

your stomach twists, but not because you're scared. well, maybe a little. but mostly? well, mostly you're just aroused.

and nat knows, if the way she smirks is any indication. "yeah. you know that, don't you?" her voice carries a teasing lilt that does unpleasant (but not unwelcome) things to your insides. "all you really want is to be put in your place." she grips your jaw a little tighter, "open your mouth more."

you do. your lips part on command, and you're rewarded with nat spitting into your mouth slowly. "close. don't swallow." you do as she asks, of course. there's no way she doesn't know you're ruining your underwear right about now. 

you swear you haven't taken a breath in a million years as she looks down at you, eyes sharp and calculating. "good. swallow." you comply, maintaining eye contact, then open your mouth to show her that you listen.

nat grins. "look at you. you can listen." 

she gives you a firm shove back onto your bedroll and follows you down. "but i think i still need to prove my point." 

one of her hands slides underneath the waistband to your pants without hesitation, and it takes everything in her to not make a sound of satisfaction at how wet you are already. "jesus. already?" she manages, the words almost coming out in a whine and breaking this facade of control. "you're fucking soaked."

"can't help it." you reply immediately, already feeling the fight in you leave the second she gets her hands on you, "it's you. you do this to me." you're already clenching around nothing, staring up at nat's form over your body with an expression of pure want. "please."

the girl almost scoffs at how quick you get to begging, considering it usually takes far longer to break you down. "damn. that was fast. you a little desperate?"

"fuck you—" you try and start, but your protests are quickly cut off with a sudden push of her forefinger into your cunt. "oh—"

"that's what i thought." she grins, starting to move her finger without giving you time to get used to the intrusion. "all talk and no game, yeah? not so big once someone actually starts taking charge."

your fingers dig into the soil around your bedroll, knowing better than to grab onto her right now. "that's not fair—"

another finger. "nothing is fucking fair." she bites, leaning down closer to your face, "we're trapped in the middle of goddamn nowhere, and you're talking to me about fair?" a harsh scoff leaves her lips as she begins pumping her fingers faster, "life isn't fucking fair."

you'd make a smart reply to that if you could, but it's sort of hard to do when her fingers are ruthlessly fucking in and out of you, your wetness soaking into the fabric of your underwear. "already so worked up." she tsks, "bet i could give you a third finger right now and you'd—" 

she does.

three fingers deep, fingers curling in and out of your pussy with a passion that only nat can possess, you groan and throw your head back. 

nat slaps her free hand over your mouth with a hiss, "jesus! do you want them to hear what's going on in here?" her fingers never cease in their actions as her gaze flicks to the entrance for a moment, watching to make sure no one is about to walk in on you two. "shit, i would never hear the end of this…" she murmurs before returning her gaze to you, hardening it slightly. "should have known you wouldn't be able to keep quiet." 

she grinds her palm against your clit with every crook of her fingers, and you can barely keep your eyes open at the harsh movements she fucks you with—pain and pleasure blurring together somewhere along the way. 

her breath ghosts over your ear as she leans down, and you can feel her smirk. "you're gonna come for me, and when you do, it's gonna happen again." you whine, and she chuckles lowly in response. "and again. until i fucking decide that you've finally understood how to listen to fucking orders."you stare up at her with wide eyes when she pulls her face back slightly, and nat's grin only widens further. "and we both know you have a hard time following orders." her fingers find that one spot, and you swear you see stars—"so i think it's gonna be a long night."

[scariffs]

jerry (date everything) with afab reader. nsfw. he's never eaten pussy before but by god is he trying his best.

. . . inexperienced jerry who's face is flush with both excitement and nerves as you slip out of your underwear. he's seen pussy before, of course, but this was different. this was you, this was real. real and wet, he realizes as he comes closer, hands gripping your thighs as he tries to properly position himself.

"do i just... lick it?" he asks, embarrassed to even have to ask such a question. "¡ mean — here, i'll just try, let me just try —"

the man's grip tightens on you as he moves further in, licking a long stripe along your cunt. jerry glances up for your reaction, sheepish. then he does it again.. and again... there's shorter, kitten licks but also longer licks, all in the name of exploring your pussy. your taste is something he finds interesting, not that he lets his mind linger on it. no, he's too busy trying to figure out what he's doing and how he can make you cum on his face. his face burns red from his own thoughts.

when you start to moan, he stops and looks up at you. what a sight he is between your thighs, as cute as a button with his glasses slightly tilted. you reach down and caress the curve of his reddened cheek. "you liked that?" jerry asks, "i can do it again. sorry, i shouldn't have stopped. you're.. really wet, you probably don't want me to stop..."

he brings his mouth to your pussy once more, letting his tongue just glide over everything before he explores sucking along the top of your clit. you moan again, and he kisses your cunt in appreciation.

"you're doing so good," you murmur softly. praise. god, does he live for it. that a virgin like him could please a beauty like you...

slowly, jerry learns just how to use his tongue. it takes time and it's not the best, of course, but he manages to figure out what works on you best, what gets your legs to twitch and what makes those pretty little moans and groans spill out of you. he even tongue fucks you, briefly, letting his tongue squirm inside you.

"are you gonna cum? should i just use my fingers?" he asks as your thighs clamp against his head. you're close, but he can't really tell because you're not screaming at the top of your lungs like the ladies in porn do. "tell me what to do, i'll do it... i just want to make you feel good," he adds.

it comes as a surprise to jerry when you finally cum along his lips and chin, though he wastes no time in cleaning up, deciding that that's what a good boyfriend ought to do. he licks your folds for any residue, then looks up at you. despite the flush on his cheeks, he flashes you a dopey grin.

"do you think i could... practice again sometime?"

i just wanted to explore the concept of inexperienced jerry... putting this out there for any jerry the junkdrawer fans.

[ckret2]

I have a public service announcement! No one's done this lately so it's not aimed at anyone specific—but that's why I'm posting now, so it doesn't single anyone out.

It's true that, in-universe, Bill's said he's apathetic about what gender humans see him as. But you and I aren't in his fictional universe; we're in the real universe.

And out here in our real universe, when someone discovers that a guy they've ONLY ever referred to with he/him pronouns actually has breasts under his shirt? If that person is a conservative, they might start calling this man "she." If that person is more progressive, sometimes they start calling him "they." Like they'll respect that he's trans but refuse to respect that he's transmasc.

And because we live out here in the real world where I'm sick and tired of watching this happen, I'm also sick and tired of watching it happen to characters I write with he/him pronouns. Because multiple times I have had readers—nominally pro-LGBT readers!—start calling a he/him character I write "they/them" the second I headcanon him as transmasc or give him physical traits associated with AFAB bodies, in spite of the pronouns they see me use for him.

You've never seen canon call Bill anything but he/him. You've never seen the guy who invented Bill call him anything but he/him. Except when I write from the perspective of a character who literally DOESN'T KNOW they're looking at Bill, you've never seen ME refer to my specific interpretation of Bill with anything but he/him pronouns.

(And not to get too serious over cartoons, but—if you can't get a character's pronouns right after seeing me use THOUSANDS of he/him pronouns for him—a character whom you were INTRODUCED TO with the correct pronouns and whom you likely ONLY called by the correct pronouns for years, right up until the moment you saw him drawn with tits & hips—if the mere knowledge of his anatomy is enough to completely overwrite every single time you've seen & heard his pronouns used—then I worry about how y'all would talk about an IRL transmasc guy if you could see immediately that he's AFAB and only hear his pronouns once.)

Knowingly using the wrong pronouns doesn't magically become woke when it's gender neutral wrong pronouns. Stop ignoring the only pronouns you've ever seen me or the show call Bill. Do not misgender the silly cartoon triangle in my inbox & comments.

Thank you.

I'll GRUDGINGLY tolerate calling Bill the wrong name, since I know sometimes y'all need to differentiate whether you're talking to me about the vague concept of canon Bill or, specifically, the copy of Bill undergoing the events in my fic, and using his in-fic "this is the name used by PEOPLE WHO DON'T KNOW WHO HE IS" nickname is convenient for that.

But I'd prefer it if you just said, like, "your Bill" or "Bill in your fic"—or, hell, just plain old "Bill" if it's already clear we're talking about my interpretation or my fic. He is Bill. Bill is his name. The name by which he goes is Bill. It grosses me out when people only call him by another name as if he's a different character altogether.

If you do call Bill a different name, please know: 1) I dislike that; 2) I never wanna see it outside of contexts where it's necessary for clarity; and 3) even if you're calling him the wrong name out of grammatical necessity, it's still the wrong name.

EDIT: I'm disabling reblogs on this post because people who don't even watch gravity falls, much less read this fic, have started trying to signal boost it. "Don't they/them transmasc he/hims" is an important message that should be spread, but it isn't the message of this post. The message of this post is "you know how people they/them transmasc he/hims? Don't do that to my fanfic cartoon character." This post is not for anybody who doesn't read my fic. Don't try to use a post about a Disney cartoon fanfic as a social activism message.

There are posts out there whose message is "don't they/them transmasc he/hims." If you want to spread that message, that's commendable, and you should find one of those posts or write your own.

[shotmrmiller]

if that's how you picture Simon then no wonder man is pussy whipped (read, obsessed) with reader once they do the nasty! so many poor women that he almost broke in half and there's reader just taking it like a champ and fitting him like a glove

I can just imagine Sd!Simon with his preschool kid, going to t!reader for smth or another and having to sit in one of those miniscule chairs, barely listening to reader while she goes on and on about how his kid keeps calling her mum and that, while she had no personal problem with that, that he could maybe try to talk to the kid's real mum so the kid didn't develop an unhealthy attachment or smth (as if a Riley can have an attachment that's not unhealthy)

And there's Sd!Simon, just taking the "I have no problem" as permission to buy a ring and ask Price to help him "legally" change reader's lastname to Riley

UGH t!reader takes painful note of how the chair's backrest barely reaches the middle of his back, his spread knees sticking out far past the edge of the seat and how the armrests disappear beneath his heavy forearms.

oh man and he doesn't bother pretending he's listening. his eyes are half-lidded, distant, fixed on the colorful poster that's tacked onto the board behind her until she tells him about how his kid calls her mum, and he finally snaps to attention, her words hitting him like a whip and she's definitely sweating now, now she's done it. she begins to ramble immediately about how oh, it's not really a problem, kids make mistakes all the time—

but he's heard all he needed to hear, louder and clearer than anything else. sd!simon lets her try to stuff the words back into her mouth but the deal's sealed; her hand is already placed in his.

and he's not letting go.

[finniestoncrane]

jerry x fem!reader. fluff, smut, ANYTHING idc i love your writing sm 💚

Jerry x Fem!Reader, word count: 600 hehe watch me get all soft and fuzzy over my stinky beloved junk drawer and his habit of using the silliest little exclamations when he's stressed or frazzled URGH MY HEART!! 🖇️ request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: fluff

Jerry was fidgeting nervously as you entered the study. He was so focused on whatever he was doing with his hands in front of him that when he noticed you were behind him, the sound of your voice alerting him to your presence with a startle, he jumped forwards and stumbled into the wall. His forehead hit it with a dull thud and he turned around, fingers pressing against the reddening mark to try and push whatever bump might form back in.

"Jeez! Knock next time, yeah?"

Worried that you might have upset him, and a little bit concerned by his tone, you offered him a smile as you apologised.

"I'm sorry, Jerry. I didn't mean to interrupt you, I was just a little bit early for our date and thought... Maybe we could spend extra time together. Is that ok?"

Flustered by your openness about your desire to be around him, he could feel guilt and embarrassment crawling over his face in a red beam.

"Yes. Yes! Of course! I just got a little startled, you know how I am."

You did. After only knowing him for such a brief time, you felt like you might have been able to tell him more about himself than even he could. And you loved him all the more for it. It was almost instantaneous. Like the kind of thing you could only imagine in a tacky romance, but playing out for you in reality.

With a gentle sigh, you stepped to him, fingers teasing at his bow tie and straightening it up. Your eyes flicked towards his, and you noticed the way he was staring back at you, in complete shock and awe at how close you were willing to get, how intimate the act of assistance was which you participated in with ease.

He almost managed out a smile before his nerves kicked back in.

"Do you... Do you think I'm ready? Should I shower? You're very close, I worry..."

Your fingers reached up to his messy hair, teasing out a couple of paperclips and smoothing down the flicks before you stroked the loose strands and tucked them behind his ear.

"I think you smell delightful. I wouldn't have you any other way."

The heat on his skin prickled on your palm as you kept it steady against his neck. It was impossible to resist the urge to place a kiss to his soft lips, your nose pressing into his. Your eyes were closed, but his remained open in a cartoonish expression of surprise behind his glasses. He kissed back, only slightly. You were the one leading this first physical expression of affection, and he was so grateful for it.

When you broke away from him, a light chuckle breaking the somewhat awkward silence, Jerry laughed in response. An awkward, louder than intended sound that he followed by adjusting his glasses and running his hands through his hair, making a mess where you had just tidied.

"Our first kiss. Wow. I... I didn't expect that until after the date, y'know? When you walk me back to my drawer?"

"You can get another one later if you'd like."

"Of course I would! I would like that very much. I might even invite you in, but it's a tad cluttered. As long as you don't mind getting close to me."

You leaned in once more, fingers straightening the papery lapels of his jacket, not bothering to make an attempt to neaten him up anymore. You actually preferred the tousled, dishevelled look. It's what you fell in love with, after all.

[ganglesgiggles]

The Amazing Digital Circus tickle headcanons!

(You can really tell who my favourites are)

Caine

Switch

- This guys difficult cuz he’s just so tickleable but he also reeks of ler

- He adores tickling his performers, believing laughter is the best medicine for most issues, he can normally tell when tickles are the last thing someone needs though, wouldn’t wanna tickle a poor soul whilst they’re already suffering (cough.. Zooble.. cough)

- Frequently inputs tickling into his adventures, whether that means one little bit or the entire thing really depends on how the ai’s feeling that day, sometimes if one of his performers has made him upset, he goes straight to cooking up a tickling adventure as to torment them in revenge

- Absolutely BRUTAL with teases, you cannot tell me this guy wouldn’t be a monster, calls his lee cute little names like “my dear” and a very silly collection of pet names that really make zero sense whatsoever “my meowing milkmaid!!” …… “What did you just call me???”

- Caines main techniques involve calling Bubble for backup, summoning hands or feathers and pretending they’re some sort of rogue ai he’s got no control over, and making really bad jokes and then thanking his lee for being such a great audience

- His main targets are those who need to smile more in his eyes so he really just means anyone the second they aren’t smiling (god poor Gangle, better make sure that comedy mask doesn’t break when Caine’s in one of his “moods”)

- Just cuz he’s such a mean ler doesn’t mean he doesn’t get his shit absolutely wrecked sometimes

- Never thought it was possible for him to be ticklish until an incident with Jax before Ribbit had abstracted

- Absolutely loses it when he’s tickled, he cannot take what he dishes out for the life of him, it’s especially bad when he knows he had it coming cuz then he can’t even get all huffy after and eventually get his revenge

- Doesn’t normally stay in place when being tickled, teleporting and flying around as his ler desperately tries to keep him in one place, if he’s in a lee mood and he’s accidentally teleported away, he’ll come back to his ler and let them get back to business, swears this is just because he feels bad that they didn’t get to tickle him enough

- His worst spots are the bottom of his jaw, his stomach, and his armpits, you can hear it from across the circus if someone’s getting him there, normally you can hear his ler’s laughter ring out after a little while too, Caine recovers so quickly that it’s like a race for his ler to get out of there as fast as physically possible before he can get back up (he’ll teleport to them eventually anyways so there’s really no point)

- Main lers are literally anyone in the circus, but especially Bubble

Pomni

Lee-leaning Switch

- Only really goes after people if it’s for revenge, but when she does, god she’s good, if you thought Caine was mean, just wait for the actual people of the circus

- Painfully strategic, making quick notice of where her lee’s worst spots are and putting those nearly straight to use, since she normally only tickles for revenge she has every right to be as mean as she wants

- Doesn’t really tease as much as her friends, mainly just making little remarks on how loud her lee’s laughing

- If she isn’t getting revenge for something, I’d say she’s fairly nice, although it’s not too often you see her just tickling someone for no reason, sometimes she does feel bad when she sees her friends upset so she’ll try her best to put atleast a little smile on their faces

- Main targets are Jax (revenge), and Ragatha (she feels bad for being too mean to her often)

- Frequent victim of tickle attacks, whether it’s from Caine himself or one of her fellow performers

- Has the squeakiest, most high pitched laughter ever and will swear that she doesn’t like her life depends on it when it’s brung up

- Worst spots are her thighs, her ribs, her stomach and her chin, though if you get her sides just right she’ll absolutely lose it

- The type of lee that just freezes up on the spot instead of squirming around, really wishes that she wasn’t like that cuz it makes tickle attacks even worse for her, if she’s got it in her, sometimes she can even muster up one kick!!

- Main lers are Jax, Ragatha, and Kinger

Jax

Ler

- I really don’t have as much for him as people would want 💔 I just lowkey kinda hate him 💔💔

- I love lee Jax as much as the next guy trust me but he’s definitely mainly a ler, doesn’t mean he can’t get his shit wrecked though

- An absolutely torturous ler, complete and utter bully, he’ll scribble his fingers wherever they can reach just to hear his lee squeal

- Not really the type to give out cheer-up tickles, only really tickles people cuz he likes being mean, plus he thinks it’s funny when he leaves his lees a giggly, blushing mess

- Has the most evil teases in the circus, always wiggles his fingers at his lee, it’s always the funniest thing to him when someone’s giggling and he isn’t even doing anything, gets his lee in their worst spot whilst talking to them and acts oblivious “What’s with the laughter? I’m trying to have a serious conversation here!”

- His favourite techniques include, biting, raspberries (look after the new episode these two just seem way too fitting), and quickly switching between spots to really drive his lee insane

- Main targets are probably Pomni and Gangle, they’re just too easy for him to wreck

- Only times he really gets tickled are when people are annoyed with him and want revenge for attacks he’s launched on them, other than that he tries to avoid it, he prefers to be the one in control

- Has surprisingly smooth laughter, when he’s reaching his limit it gets all wheezy and soft

- Definitely a kicker, like imagine how cats kick when they’re biting, now imagine that as Jax whilst he’s getting his shit wrecked

- Worst spots are his armpits, his ears, his feet, and his neck, I mean come on it’s comically long I think it’d be hilarious to absolutely destroy him with

- Main lers are Pomni, Ragatha, and Zooble

Ragatha

Switch

- I genuinely can’t imagine her being mainly a lee or mainly a ler, so I feel switch just suits her best

- Genuinely the sweetest ler around, always makes sure she isn’t being too mean (unless it’s Jax), frequently checking in on the lee to ensure that they’re okay

- Thinks of tickling as a way to ground someone when they’re upset about being in the circus, their nerves are probably the most human thing about most of the circus dwellers so tickles are always a great reminder that they are in fact still human

- Always there for cheer-up tickles, she wants to see all her friends happy and smiling, no matter what it takes

- She’s the type of ler to tease with genuine compliments and little cheers for her lee, though if she’s tickling for revenge it’ll be nearly entirely baby-talk, she knows just how flustering that can be for her friends

- Her favourite techniques are gentle tracing on bad spots, she normally does try to avoid the worst spots unless she knows her lee likes getting absolutely destroyed

- Main targets are Jax, Pomni, and Kinger (gotta keep the old man sane somehow)

- She normally lets her friends tickle her if they so badly want to, though sometimes she does need a bit of a cheer up herself, so why not use her own methods on her

- Sweet, bubbly laughter, she gets all hiccupy when she’s nearing her limit

- Tries to hold back from squirming as she doesn’t wanna accidentally kick or punch her ler, instead she’ll hold onto her ler’s wrists, not to stop them, rather for just moral support

- Worst spots are her sides, her stomach, her back, and her knees

- Main lers are Pomni, Kinger, and Jax

Kinger

Ler-leaning switch

- I like to imagine he’s a sort of father figure for most of the circus

- Always a really gentle ler, the last thing he’d want is to accidentally go too rough on someone

- Inside of his “fortress” he gives the best cheer-up tickles, you could be the least ticklish person alive and he’d still get you giggling one way or another

- I just think he’d be really sweet when it comes to tickling, he’s said before that the worst thing you can do is make someone feel like they’re unwanted, so I like to imagine he does all sorts of silly things to bond with the circus, especially tickling

- When it comes to teasing, he normally tells really bad dad jokes whilst killing his lee with excruciatingly gentle tickles, occasionally tells his lee bug facts as he spiders his fingers around their worst spots

- His favourite techniques are gentle squeezing, gently tracing shapes, and rapid pokes, he just seems like the typa guy to tickle his lee to sleep if you’re picking up what I’m putting down

- Main targets are Pomni, Ragatha, and Gangle

- He’s not as ticklish as the others, but with the right attitude you can get a good giggle out of him

- His laughters soft and deep, it’s surprisingly soothing, it’s a shame he doesn’t laugh more

- Doesn’t really squirm, as I’ve stated he’s not really too ticklish so there’s not really much reason for him to move about in the first place

- Worst spots are the little cross design at the top of his head, his palms and his sides

- Main lers are Zooble, and Ragatha

Zooble

Ler

- I can’t picture them enjoying being on the receiving end of tickles whatsoever, especially with how they view their body

- You thought Jax was mean? Zooble doesn’t even need to have their whole body near you to absolutely destroy you, they could straight up just toss an arm over and suddenly you’re getting wrecked to oblivion

- Takes advantage of their detachable limbs at every opportunity, god forbid they’ve got a claw on that specific day because boy their lee’s gonna be heard throughout the circus

- Really sarcastic teasing, they like to laugh along with their lee sometimes, especially when they find them adorable (COUGH.. GANGLE.. COUGGHHH)

- Their favourite techniques are detaching their limbs to wreck their lee whilst they’re busy doing other stuff, pinching when they’ve got a crab claw hand, and cannot forget scribbling their fingers in their lee’s worst spots

- Main targets are Gangle (god google save me), Kinger, and Jax (to get him to shut up cuz he’s an asshole)

- Doesn’t really like being tickled, sometimes they do let Gangle tickle them, whatever makes her happy

- Only really ticklish on their torso and their neck

- Nice, deeper laughter, occasional snorting when they’re being got good

- Wouldn’t let anyone that isn’t Gangle ever touch them like that

Gangle

Lee

- The moment I’ve been waiting for (I’m gonna have so much fun with this)

- Doesn’t really tickle people much, occasionally tickles Zooble when they’re ok with it though

- You cannot tell me she isn’t apart of the tickle community, there’s just something about her… like she’s one of us I just know it

- Likes to draw tickle art when she’s bored, would rather die than show anyone, Jax caught her once and will forever use it as blackmail

- A lot of her art features her as a lee or her favourite anime characters as lees, she’s yet to figure out how to draw lers properly so all the lees she draws are victim to the floating hands of doom

- Submitted an adventure that included tickles to the suggestion box once, severely regretted it when the adventure the next day did indeed involve tickles (it had nothing to do with her that was entirely Caines idea)

- Has gotten her shit wrecked by every member of the circus atleast once, no matter how hard she tries to hide it, everyone knows she likes it

- As much as she likes getting tickled, she gets overstimulated pretty darn quick so sometimes when she’s starting to get too overwhelmed her ribbons will lose their shape and she’ll just kinda become a little melted pile of ribbons

- Cannot handle teasing for the life of her, it makes her absolutely lose it

- As much as everyone in the circus loves absolutely destroying her, they know her limit, they all make sure they don’t overstimulate her to the best of their abilities (surprisingly even Jax)

- When she’s got her comedy mask her laughters smooth and bubbly, but without it she’s all pitchy and squeaky, snorting and squealing frequently

- Gets all sorts of flustered when she sees a tickle scene in a show, cannot watch the others tickle eachother cuz she’ll actually lose her mind

- She’s normally too shy to actually ask for tickles so she’ll just sit in her room and draw tickle art until someone comes to check on her and eventually notices that strange tint of blush on her mask

- Sometimes when she’s getting wrecked too bad she’ll wrap around her ler for moral support

- Frequently receives cheer-up tickles

- Happy stims when she’s getting tickled

- When she’s trying not to laugh and she’s holding her breath, her mask starts spinning and it’s so ridiculous it’s makes both her and her ler laugh

- Her worst spots are where her chin would be, her hips, the backs of her knees, and her back

- Main lers are Zooble, Kinger, and (unfortunately) Jax

This was actually so much funnn!!! Give me requests people or just ask me things!!

[belovedapollo]

here are all the notebooks/journals/sketchbook/scrapbook I’ve been using since 2023 ☺️ my favorites are Moleskine, Leuchtturm 1917 and Lamy, honorable mention would be Midori (everything in the pictures was either gifted by my fiancé or bought with my own money)🌿 reblog is ok, don’t repost/use

[wishchip106]

“What do you know about me?”

“Everything”

IT’S DAY NUMBER ONE AND YOU’RE ALREADY ACTING LIKE THIS???

i’m throwing them out the window🙁

“Then you know to stay out of my head”

Erik not wanting Charles to see the monstrosities in his head 🙁 little does he know that man is going to see the good and bad in him and still manage to love the every part of his being 😔

the fact this managed to convince him to stay 😭 okay Erik i see you

[lexicorp]

Transformers Earthspark: Another Place, Another Prison

scribbled da hek outta this doodle so idk what type of style it is but its cute anyway sdnsifbsnd

This chapter ended up being twice the length I thought it'd be, and is a whole lot of just Starscream and Hashtag talking about an assortment of things. There's a good bit of silliness, like the ridiculous strain of conversation surrounding nicknames (the Hashbrown thing I got in my head from @the-sheep and their lore. Which doesnt totally align with my characterization of Star admittedly, but with my brother having been the one to point out that Sprite [the nickname for spitfire] is also a soda brand, the dots were connecting XD). Then there's some actual serious talk as well, that has a bit of sus, because of course.

Previous Chapter: A Game Of Charades

First Chapter: The Need For Read

Next Chapter: Scientific Method

Chapter 17: Helm In The Cloud

These past quartexs had been…odd. To put it lightly. 

The data cycling through Starscream’s processor was filled with strange, corrupted files that he couldn’t seem to access, aided by far too many painful memories to quantify. Although, in the past deca-cycle with the Maltos, he’d found himself remembering, or even creating, more pleasant events. 

The Malto brats could actually be…rather endearing. Of course, Hashtag was always his favorite. Anyone who said they didn’t favor a particular individual within a group was flatly a liar, a tactic which he could of course appreciate; since he’d only admit his favoritism blatantly to Hashtag herself, after all. She had by far the best style of spunk about her, as she easily dealt out smooth bouts of sass paired with her equally patient and excitable nature. Her strong determination when decided upon a task, was admirable, even. Hashtag would have made a great Decepticon! Although he supposed that…wouldn’t be a compliment to her.

Even so, after their more recent moments of “hanging out”, Hashtag had begun to cease her guarded posture that she had carried so often before. Only seldomly would he glimpse her shielding her chestplate protectively in that strange way Twitch or the human brats occasionally did as well. But it had become easier to get her back in a better mood as she seemed more comfortable with his presence. Something about that fact made a long smothered flame flicker within Starscream’s tired spark. 

He enjoyed seeing her happy, making her laugh, even at his own expense. Surely this foolish behavior was only to lull those fools into thinking him passive enough to grant him more freedom. He didn’t…he couldn’t care. It was far too risky to allow such a thing. Regardless, he still felt as if he owed Hashtag something, and wanted to be in her good graces. So many of the others here just fawned over Megatron. Was it too much to hope for his own fan for once? A feisty little student who would admire and stand by his side! He certainly didn’t need such a thing, but it would be…useful. Yes, that was the extent of it…

Hashtag was always quite the helpful young femme, even when some of her ill Earth gotten mannerisms or quips could be confusing. At least with that “Chess” game, it was just similar enough to Fullstasis that for a moment he felt even minutely connected to Cybertron again from all these lightyears away. Perhaps he could attempt to use that Chess to recreate Fullstasis so that he could share the superior game with her! Starscream could simply rotate the square-ish board on its side to be the correct diamond orientation, and modify the Chess pieces to reflect their counterparts. A “bishop” was nearly identical to a quarg in how it moved. Similarly with a vig to a “rook”. Although she might be disappointed that the King’s counterpart had far more offensive capabilities, while the Queen’s was defensive. Sure, one could skew their strategy either way, but that was typically the more popular approach. Even if Skyfire had often only buried his Pvaq in the corner while using the Staiv as a living shield leading the wall of mykns; which he’d always defend stubbornly when Starscream had teased him for it. Those matches had always carried on for groons of a painfully slow back and forth with both of them insisting the other conceded. That ridiculous shuttle had been more content with a stalemate than subjecting himself to yet another loss at Starscream’s blatantly superior tactical prowess. Perhaps Starscream should have relented more victories to him as he’d done Hashtag…

That doesn’t matter now.

Now, he had been given the task of collecting those fruits spawned from the stalky perennials plainly labeled “Apple Trees”, stationed around the perimeter of the cow containment field. Initially, he had assumed the pristine condition of those apples he gathered was irrelevant as long as they weren’t a crushed mess upon the ground. Yet apparently, as he was later corrected, it was important to examine them with more scrutiny to determine whether there were any pests infecting them, or blemishes that would need to be severed at a later date. The defective fruit was set to go to their lower class animals, while they kept the better portion for themselves. That ungrateful cow shouldn’t have made such a fuss when he’d attempted to liberate it. Then maybe that blasted bug wouldn’t have noticed, and it could have foraged its own, high quality fuel, instead of settling for scraps. 

Regardless, the squishy, oddly shaped fruits were strange to imagine as a means of fueling the humans’ fleshy frames. Skyfire never liked the idea of dissection, with how squeamish the soft-sparked mech was, although Starscream couldn’t help but be a byte curious of their internal functions. Yet the memory of those G.H.O.S.T parasites, and their similar interest towards Cybertronians, made that train of interest falter. At least, until a violet spark flickered with the revelation at what glorious revenge it would be if he could get his servos on one of those wretched humans to take them apart as well. 

Starscream chuckled darkly at the thought, with a fleeting image of those disgusting human organs arranged across a steel table.

Then, Hashtag’s voice cut through his ruminations. “Whatcha thinkin’ about there Spaceman?”

Starscream’s optical ridge furrowed as a look of disgust came to his faceplace that he couldn’t shield from entering his vocalizer. “What did you just call me?”

“What, Spaceman? It’s perfect right?” She strained to reach one of the apples on a hidden branch and flipped it into a crate. “I’ve been tryna think about more nicknames for you than just Screamer. Starship’s a fun one, but not goofy enough. I mean, sure I could also just go with Star as a different shortened version like how my siblings call me Tag, buuuut Spaceman is just funnier. You should've seen the look on your face!”

Starscream rolled his optics and scoffed with a grin. “If we are tossing around such absurdities, perhaps I should title you Hashslag.”

“Yoooo that sounds like a fire wrestler name!!”

“No it–”

Hashtag began making ridiculous poses as if flexing her physical prowess. “Hashslag comes into the ring and DEMOLISHES the competition! The undisputed champion that’ll uh–” She paused a moment to search their internet for assistance in her speech– “throw melted slag chairs at her enemies!!”

“You are quite proficient at twisting things to your advantage, aren’t you?” Even if Starscream had meant it as a minor jab in retaliation to her stupid Spaceman mockery–she had immediately translated it towards describing what she’d inflict upon her enemies, as opposed to a reflection of her capabilities. Decepticon material indeed. 

Hashtag’s grin widened, “Of course! ‘Cause I’m awesome! And that could be a great stage name! Maybe I’ll even use it as my gamer tag actually–”

Now that was too much. If she confidently proclaimed such a stupid title to the world, she’d be far too susceptible to the petty scorn of her opponents. 

“You are NOT identifying yourself as Hashslag.” Starscream ordered with crossed arms and a stern glare. “Your designation in such an environment should command respect, and THAT would be just as easily skewed against your character.”

“How?”

He put a servo to his faceplate in exasperation for her naivety. “Slag refers to the waste matter produced when refining or smelting ore. I am sure you found the definition with your abilities, but it is a commonly derogatory term when directed towards someone. In many ways. If you are a slagger, then you are an extremely low member of society and considered inept. If you call someone a lump of slag, it is comparing them to something useless. Sure, it can be used threateningly when proclaiming you will annihilate them so completely that only slag will remain; but pairing it with a portion of your designation will only allow those around you an easy pathway towards mockery. You cannot believe I was serious about such a title as that. It was clearly a joke. No one would take you seriously with that name.”

Hashtag put her servos up and allowed them to then fall heavily in frustration. “Okay okay! I get it. You were trying to be mean and whatever–”

“Wait- no, I wasn't– ugh scrap…”

Suddenly her expression turned to a mischievous smirk as she turned back to gathering more apples with a laugh. “Nah I know you were just being a goofball. But I gotta admit I’m a bit jealous. How come Spitfire gets such a cute nickname and I don’t? I might even be a bit offended!” She paired her last statement with an overly dramatic tone and servo to her chestplate that could have been mimicking his own manner of mock hurt.

“What, Sprite? That is only a title referencing her small stature paired with her typically sassy nature.”

“Aww, not that she’s sweet like the popular soda brand?” She snickered, “I guess that tracks. She’s actually way rude.” 

Starscream scoffed as he attempted to focus on the ridiculous apple gathering task again, “Yes, that would hardly be fitting. What even is this “soda brand” you speak of?”

Hashtag whipped out her datapad and trotted up to him with a sparkle in her optics, apparently finding amusement in the topic. “It’s this carbonated sugar water with mysterious “natural flavors” and citric acid made by the big wig Coca Cola company!” She pulled up a string of images displaying an array of bottles and cans detailing a green logo with the Sprite title. Then changed her keywords in the search bar to procure images placing the strange beverage alongside other odd products. “It’s sold everywhere! Like in stores, which we aren’t allowed in–or fast food!! We can go through drive-thrus with Mo and Robby on the way back from school sometimes to get stuff! Wacky D’s is their favorite.” 

Starscream leaned closer while squinting his optics in an attempt to acquire a better view of the ridiculous stream of advertisements for disgusting human fuelling varieties. He took the datapad from her to scroll through the panels of information himself, which she again seemed to find humorous for whatever reason as he hummed in thought. After a couple kliks of analysis, he came upon an image displaying a “breakfast deal duo” which showed that Sprite thing, as well as its orange and red mirrored counterpart titled “Fanta” that made him think of Twitch. But even more hilariously, was the particular item between them that was referred to as a “Hashbrown”. It was indeed brown, and frankly looked horrid. He had no idea why anyone would put it in their intake–but the fact that it shared the same prefix as Hashtag was too perfect to pass up. If she wanted a nickname tied to Sprite’s, she could get one comically linked to her foolish misinterpretation. 

He passed the datapad back into her servos and pointed at the items with a smirk. “If THAT atrocity is Sprite, then I suppose you would be this hashbrown slag.” Starscream’s wings fluttered in amusement at the absurdity as he turned to move aside one full crate of apples for an empty one to take its place. 

Hashtag paused a moment before looking his way with squinted optics of her own skeptically. “While Hashbrown sounds adorable–why do I get the feeling that it isn’t actually that wholesome coming from you?”

Starscream chuckled at the sight of her silly little scrunched faceplate. “Perhaps not. It isn’t nearly as reprehensible as Hashslag, yet I fail to see why humans would even want to purchase those disgusting products. Therefore I'd certainly say Hashbrown is ridiculous enough that it just might stick if you insist upon calling me Spaceman.”

Hashtag tossed an already bruised apple at him, which he easily blocked with a raise of his arm, as she too began to crack up about the prospect. “Oh yeah! What about I call you Starry instead? Or would that be too cutesy for Mr. Tough Bot?”

“Ugh, pass.” Starscream waved a servo as if dusting the horrid alternative from an imaginary shelf. “In all practicality, if you truly must decide upon some means of a secondary designation for me, then I may allow you to simply call me Star. That is “what my friends call me”, you could say.” More accurately, what Skyfire had called him. “It is more customary to select a shortened version of your companions true designation. Like how you are more commonly called Tag by your siblings. As you had previously stated yourself. Or referring to Bumblebee as Bee, and Elita-1 as simply Elita.”

Hashtag tilted her helm slightly in thought as she struggled to decide which crate the apple she picked belonged in. “Hmm… alright fine. I guess that works.”

Scrap. Now she seemed bored, or even a bit disappointed. 

“Although…” Starscream drawled as he tried to think of what in particular she could be looking for, since this apparently held more meaning to her than he’d initially thought. “If I were to bestow you with a more…creative, alternative to your designation–I suppose I could call you Amethyst. Most obviously because of your violet paint resembling the quartz’s hue, but also because it can be a symbol of beauty in impurities. Because of course, the fact that it gets its color from the presence of iron ions within its structure, that would then oxidize when exposed to radiation. Thus it is a rather inspirational gem, and could be worn to ward off negative energy. Such a thing that was far more popular in Caminus, but still quite interesting from a scientific perspective when studying the geology of varying celestial constructs regardless.”

Hashtag grinned as her spunk returned, “Man, I never would have expected you’d be a rock nerd–Wait! Let me figure out what gem you’d be!” Her optics went white as streams of color coded data flowed across them, until an image appeared on her visor that she then transferred to her datapad. “Found one! Some Pietersite can be red and blue like you! This one looks really cool with a gold streak too–And! Apparently it's considered a tempest stone, and a protective talisman that’d cleanse negative energies and emotional turmoil! Actually, maybe you could use some of that, huh?” She smirked and nudged him playfully with her elbow before continuing to poke his shoulder plating with her digits. “Right? You totally need some gem action to get those warm and fuzzies past your bad boy exterior. And you could call yourself the Tempest Protector! That would SO be your awesome wizard name if you played D&D with us.”

“Hm.” Starscream lightly waved her insistent digits off of him before tipping a servo in consideration of the prospect. “I suppose Pietersite could be marginally appropriate. Although I’ve always thought of myself as more of a Carnelian–but what is this “D&D” you speak of?” 

“Ooooooooh I’m SO glad you asked!” She was suddenly practically vibrating at the anticipation as she searched something else on her datapad, and motioned for him to take a seat under the trees with her. “I have to show you all my favorite youtube channels and podcasts and–Oh my gosh there’s just so many awesome things about it! I am of course the designated DM when we play, since I’m a master of storytelling! But I’m getting ahead of myself–first, I can introduce you to the classes by bingeing A Crap Guide to D&D! Because it’s hilarious and carries ALL the vibes. THEN I can show you SoOkayHerestheThing shorts, and Legends of Avantris, and Tales from the Stinky Dragon, and The Chaos Protocol, and–”

She went on and on for so long that Starscream almost began to regret asking. Almost. As even through the copious amounts of scrap being dumped his way, and how easy it could be to tune out, he’d admit it was actually rather interesting. Even the humor was occasionally comprehensible, and he was once again reminded of how similar Hashtag could be to Thundercracker. 

She showed him countless videos about the extensive background and absurdities rampant in this “Dungeons and Dragons”. In a way, it reminded him of when TC would construct an elaborate script and extravagant scenes, only for Starscream and Warp to interject their own additions and deviations. It was ironic thinking of the role a Dungeon Master was supposed to hold as the realm’s god, while the surrounding players could so easily meld, meddle, and masacre their power with complex combinations or inane side quests. Although he supposed if Hashtag was the DM, he would need to dial back such schemes. In fact, if any of the others even dared to derail the objective of her creation he would eldritch blast them into submission! Now if it were Bumblebee…it was far too amusing to tick that bug’s gears to not toy with him a little. Alas, Hashtag said he wasn’t a fan of the game when he’d given it a single shot upon their insistence. Starscream would have to drag that coward into it the next time he could, so he’d at least have one player he could shamelessly terrorize amongst a party of sparklings.

Hashtag’s presentation this time had far exceeded the one about that Hatsune Miku character. Nearing the end, Starscream still felt the urge to acquire one of these rule books himself for all those intricate calculations that she simply couldn’t properly appreciate with how her processor was wired. Not in some attempt to fall into the position of a Dungeon Master himself…as previously stated, it seemed DM’s were far too easily overruled. Although perhaps he could call that a skill issue on the part of others. Starscream could surely do better. He’d rule the world of his magistery with a script so perfect that there simply wouldn’t be any possibility of petty posterings of improvement; or any chance of challenging his direction with whatever absurd bardic tricks notoriously plagued the community!

 Starscream had begun doing a bit of research on his own after Hashtag offered her datapad to him again. While she accessed her own content remotely, and occasionally shared other random recordings she came across. There were far too many depicting Earth dogs. 

Eventually, he noticed she had seemed to be sending messages to her”fam”, as she’d done during their Chess games. Then, Hashtag flicked the silent conversation away to turn to him with a more serious tone about her. That was…unnerving. Surely they wouldn’t try to use her against him somehow. She was obviously just utilizing some sort of dramatic build up for something inconsequential. It was fine. What could she possibly be gearing to ask him that could really require this much apprehension? 

“Soo…” Hashtag lingered on the word as Starscream kept his optics trained on the datapad. “Since we’re uh, y’know, chill, and stuff right now. YOU seem pretty chill, right? Yeah–So I uh, I’ve been wanting to ask about…some stuff. Like maybe your reasons for the insane junk you did for and with the corrupted Emberstone, oooorr…what exactly is up with the chaos glitches you’ve had since. I feel like those are some pretty big things we should talk about. Especially when one of those problems is very much ongoing haha…” She chuckled nervously as she fiddled with her servos.

Ah. This again. Questions around his interaction with the fragmented stone had of course come up with Megatron and Bumblebee, but this seemed a byte different. Starscream wasn’t entirely certain in what way. Maybe it was only because of who it was this time. When the topic had come up with Hashtag previously, it was less about questions and more about venting her frustration. So what sort of explanation would she be looking for? He could go into great detail of his brilliant scheme for New Cybertron and its tragic outcome–but he wasn’t about to roll that dice on how well that would be received after last time. Then she also wanted information regarding his…glitches. That was certainly far too complicated. Especially when he wasn’t even truly sure of the details himself.

Starscream tapped his digit against the datapad a moment before lowering it to glance Hashtag’s direction with a practiced grin and straightening of his wings. “Now why should that be important? We were having a bit of fun, weren’t we? Why spoil that with a topic that is obviously causing you distress by even proposing it?” He offered her datapad back into her restless servos. “Dwelling on such things is silly, don’t you think?”

Hashtag hesitantly took back the tablet, and he hated that her bubbly demeanor was being tainted by her ridiculous insistence on committing to this course of conversation. “No. Star. It’s not.” She said firmly with a stubborn fire in her optics where, for a moment, he saw Skyfire in her place. Even the poorly concealed hurt in her vocalizer that could have only been placed there in an effort to manipulate him into cracking some sort of confession. “I just need some part of this to make sense. In stories, whether professional or a passion project with friends, things always have some sort of reason for why they happen. Even if it seems silly, or excessive, there’s always an explanation, and they’re supposed to end with a satisfying conclusion. But it’s not like YOU have a character sheet for me to reference when you do weird scrap! So I-I guess– I dunno I just wanna know what’s really going on here. That I AM making the right choice by giving you a chance. ‘Cause I still feel like we have a bit of that stuff around…lack of control…in common. But I don’t want to have to keep feeling bad about liking hanging out with you.”

“Well of course you like hanging out with me,” Starscream boasted with a servo to his chassis, “I’m an absolute delight to be around!”

She laughed, but it was dim, and her posture was again far too guarded. “Stop trying to dodge the question, Spaceman.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Hashbrown.” He smirked at her with a spun lilt to the ridiculous name that he hoped would bring that light back into her optics. 

Yet she only rolled them with a grin, “Pff. Sure. C’mon. I’m not dumb–”

“I never said you were.” He hurriedly assured her. “Far from it! You are the brightest amongst your siblings in fact! Did I mention that you’re my favorite–”

“Stop-stop–” Hashtag interjected while standing and waving her servos. “Please just at least tell me about what the Corrupted Emberstone did to you. We have to trust each other. Whatever is going on seems really dangerous, and we can’t just act like it’s fine, or like, normal crazy. Y’know? It almost made you shoot my head off, Star. I know that couldn’t have been you! I have to know that wasn’t you…”

“It wasn’t! It–” 

Crimson crashed his optics as static blazed across his processor. And he couldn’t remember. What was the name of that blasted creature he’d been aiming for?

Then, Starscream’s wings twitched stiffly in tandem with the smooth strings of lightning he could faintly feel flitting across them. A servo that he’d apparently lifted to his burning optic, slipped from his faceplate as he slowly stood and placed it behind him instead. Then, words were pulled from his voice box before he could even think to ask Hashtag to reiterate her question. 

“It was just as you said, little Terran. A glitch. That inverted Emberstone left a sort of echo that was only further ingrained while I was stuck inside that Titan. The chaotic force it possessed was simply not compatible with my systems, even if it sustained me through the lack of Energon available in isolation. Just like how Energon itself interacts with a human. Sure, it can give incredible surges of energy and empower certain…upgrades, but it is also quite damaging in the long term. It’s an inconvenience, but nothing particularly serious, I assure you.”

Something about that wasn’t right.

There was a pause for far too long as he felt sick. 

Starscream could barely hear Hashtag’s response over the static.

“...I’m not sure I believe you. Your optics aren’t...Are you having one of the glitch episodes right now?”

“Only a minor one. And you can have full confidence that I spoke nothing but the truth. I would never lie to my favorite Terran.” Starscream’s vocalizer danced across the final statement in a way that felt as if he were mocking himself, while placing a servo to her shoulder. It was laughable he could have any amount of fondness for her.

Lightning shot to the servo connecting with her frame as his digits clenched against her plating, and she pushed away. “You’re being REALLY creepy right now!”

Everything went black. If only for a nano-klick, that felt like groons. Weightless, with that familiar pressure. But he couldn’t think straight.

Suddenly he was torn from wherever he’d been, and thrown back into place. Just before the correct optics came online in his helm, he heard a collection of rattling voices all at once. Although they were more of a feeling than words.

Don’t mess this up.

Starscream stumbled and attempted to use the tree in place of his faulty stabilizers, but it cracked, and fell with him. His optics recalibrated rapidly to the light. While he blanked lied on the grass. Trying to remember where he was. 

“Euuuhgh…” He squinted to crispin the violet silhouette hovering over him. Then slowly sat up and tried to give her a grin, and chuckled in a way that probably wasn’t all that reassuring. “Sorry about the…tree there, Amethyst. I…slipped. Remind me…what were we talking about?”

Hashtag’s faceplate scrunched as she hesitated, then swiftly stomped over to inspect his optics. Odd. Then she sighed heavily as she slumped to the ground beside him. “Now I’m MORE confused.”

“About…?”

She dug her helm into her knees and groaned, “What about our conversation do you remember?”

That was a strange question. 

“We discussed alternative designations, and quite a lot about that D&D that we definitely decided we were going to play instead of that other ridiculous excuse for a “game night”. Then you decided to ruin our fun by bringing up Emberstone drama. Right? And something about the fun repercussions I’ve been experiencing, that somehow gifted you with guilt on the matter, I suppose. Which is ridiculous by the way.” His files started to get corrupted again after she’d mentioned his near miss while trying to blast that abomination’s smug faceplate. Hashtag still had a cringed expression. Had he gotten it wrong? His memory couldn’t be the problem here, so what was? The aching in his helm didn’t help with any of this.

“Yeah…and you were uh…telling me what sorta stuff goes on during your glitches. Like…do you see anything when your eyes go all red?”

He couldn’t admit to that. They already kept thinking he was insane. Besides, he knew those things weren’t real, so it didn’t matter. 

“No! No…Wait, do you mean as in hallucinations or just visual distortion?”

“Both…?”

“Well I can see just fine.” Starscream stood and attempted to salvage what apples he could from the downed tree to perhaps draw her attention to the more present predicament. “It’s nothing I can’t handle! You didn’t actually get hurt regarding that fleeting instance the other night, right? These glitches, as you call them, pass quickly enough.”

“But it’s–Oh my gosh…” Hashtag ran her servo down her faceplate. “I guess if you really want to insist on it not being a big deal, I’ll drop it, FOR NOW.” She pointed a digit at him after having stood up to pace. “You NEED to get better at telling us stuff though! It doesn’t help anyone hiding things, even if it’s hard to talk about. Plus I…it’s not just about you, Star. I hate having to be on edge around you all the time. I want to be able to really trust you after everything. But when you do creepy stuff like whatever THAT was that you APPARENTLY just forgot in 60 seconds, or don’t want to tell me what’s going on, or don’t give me any amount of context for why you’re being weird–I’m left to think the worst of it! This isn’t easy for me…and I’m tired of any time we ARE having fun together being tainted by everything else. I know that you can be a softy and a great teacher. But I also know that you’re still a scheming Decepticon, that I can never tell if whatever plot you have is for a good, or bad surprise. I thought I understood what was going on in your head before, but after what all went down with the corrupted Emberstone…I don’t know how much I can trust myself on that anymore. So all I’m asking from you, is a bit of proof that you aren’t trying to hide something to hurt my family that you’d just claim is fine because the laser gun wasn’t actually aimed directly at me.”

Starscream allowed the last apple to fall into the crate before he rested his servo on its edge. That was…a lot, and he was certainly not an expert at navigating all these intricate emotions these kids seemed to learn from the Autobots. He was supposed to find some way to relate to her struggle to receive it in the correct way, according to Bumblebee. The only primary connection he could make was her concern regarding stressing over the worst outcome. But then what could he say to mitigate the situation? Only stating that he wasn’t planning anything against them, would likely be unbelievable and unsatisfactory. He’d had plenty of ruminations against her annoying collective countless times after all; although in significantly less quantity or severity in recent times. Then, he wasn’t certain he trusted himself on such things either. So if HE wasn’t confident in his own intentions, how was he supposed to convince her?! This was impossible…

Then again, one thing he could assure her of was in fact regarding the glitches. He wasn’t hiding the intricacies of its effects for some sort of sinister purpose. It was far more out of concern that they’d perceive him in an even lower sight at the information. He didn’t want to take that risk…especially with Hashtag. Yet it seemed he was doomed either way. 

Starscream in-vented heavily as his wings fell to spite him through the anxious knot in his tank. “Alright, I get that I’m not exactly the most trustworthy mech around, but I…I’ve actually started to appreciate this opportunity. A little bit. It can still be extremely aggravating and I will admit I’ve fantasized about blowing up the place on multiple occasions–But! I wouldn’t actually do that! Anymore…” He chuckled and attempted to get himself back on track before it derailed any further. “Regardless, I promise that I’m not hiding anything of that nature. I’ve only ever used the apparent offensive capabilities of the curse for…retaliatory means.”

Hashtag crossed her arms. “Like against something you totally weren’t hallucinating the other day?”

“Yeeesss…about that…” Starscream tapped his digits together as he struggled to find the correct phrasing. “I keep having odd visions of…” Why couldn’t he get his vocalizer to work out Meridian’s blasted designation? “That human from before who stole the Emberstone for his mass murder machine. He is an extremely annoying little pest, as I am sure you can imagine. Paired with the curse’s occasional enhancement of my more violent impulses, is not exactly favorable. And as you’ve already figured out, I had been attempting to fire upon that stupid spector my processor has been projecting in an increased intensity since my exit from the Titan–or–Terratronus’ helm. I’ve gotten better at ignoring him, but sometimes it’s…difficult.” 

“So you DO see things? Is…” Hashtag paused for a moment as if scrapping a lingering thought. “Are you talking about Mandroid?”

A short spazz of the lightning shot through Starscream’s frame, but he ignored it and snapped his digits together before pointing one in her direction. “Yes! The most infuriating aspect of him constantly plaguing me is the fact that I can’t incinerate him on sight. Then I will also admit that the lapses in memory aren't new. This blasted curse has left many of my files corrupted somehow. Even so, it is not as if these things have left me dysfunctional. I can still operate just fine. Besides, any attempt I’ve made to explain it has…” Another flit of electricity flocked to his frustration at the ordeal. “Would I really be that much of a coward if I said that I just didn’t want to deal with it?! You all already think me some sort of lunatic! Forgive me if I assumed an admission of my apparent insanity wouldn’t be beneficial to my chances of proving otherwise!” 

Hashtag’s optics were wide, but her posture was looser. “Yeah…I guess that makes sense…” Then she approached him to put a servo to his arm for some reason as she looked at his own servo, which she’d slowly pulled down from its aerial position. “Thank you for telling me, and I don’t blame you for wanting to ignore that stuff. I know how horrible it is to have Mandroid in your head.” She looked up into his optics in a way that once again made him see Skyfire for a fraction of a nano-klick. “And this sounds way too much like when the creep was all up in my circuits with his dumb device before, but with like, a different level of jank. You have to ask Wheeljack, or Optimus, or–I dunno! Just-this seems more serious than just normal hallucinations if your files are getting corrupted. Plus what happened earlier was…We really need to figure out what’s going on with this. I don’t want it to make you do something worse…”

He hadn’t thought of that. It wasn’t as if it could control him to that extent. Could it? Well it wasn’t as if he could remember the data needed to answer that question.

A small scoff escaped Starscream’s intake as he drifted away from Hashtag’s grip, which she held as long as he could, like his frame would destabilize as soon as she let go. “I doubt they could be of any help on the matter. Wheeljack has already done plenty rooting around in my circuits, and has already stated his inexperience with processor damage. That Prime can only claim to be an expert on his Matrix of Leadership slag. What befell the Emberstone was an unprecedented catastrophe that would require far more research to decode the extent of its warped nature. And I am not particularly keen on being a test subject for such things…”

Hashtag wrapped her arms around her chassis again, which made his spark ache in that odd way it seldom did. “Could you at least give it a shot…? I am still going to let the others know what you told me, and it’d be better to try something than nothing. I can come with you, if you’re scared of medical exam stuff or something.”

“Please. Me, afraid of something as silly as that?” Starscream laughed and attempted to brighten the mood as he stacked her crates along with his for easier transportation. “Don’t be ridiculous. If it will ease your silly concerns, I’ll do it. Even if the idea of being crammed into that blasted trailer again for the trip is sure to remind me how much I miss my missiles again.”

Hashtag’s smile returned as she relaxed a little, and followed him to pick up a pair of crates to bring to the barn. “Pff, alright, I’ll talk to Bee about it. I’m sure it won’t be that bad. And you never know, maybe since we’ll actually have a bit of an idea of what we’re checking for, we could get at least a little bit of a better idea of how to go about dealing with it.”

“Don’t get your hopes up there, Amethyst.”

“Oh I’ll send you all the good vibes I want, Pietersite. I’m that inspiration gem after all!”

“Hah, I suppose you’re right.”

They soon moved on from the topic as they met up with the rest of the Maltos, who’d completed their own little portion of the chores. Although he later noticed Tag pulled Bumblebee aside to discuss it, he could worry about what that whole ordeal would entail when it came to it. As long as he didn’t have to run into Megatron for such a thing, he didn’t care. To make sure of that, he made certain to inform Dorothy of the situation as well. Since the human had wanted to extend her mediator standing after all. 

These odd occurrences surrounding Quintus’ curse could be sorted out in no time! It wasn’t as if the Emberstone even existed anymore, anyway, and what remained of its original power was now within those cyber sleeves held by Tag’s human siblings. Such an effect as he’s found himself with, was likely only some form of ailment caused by his exposure to the rampant power lingering inside the Titan for all that time. It’d surely lull into obscurity with time.

Although perhaps, now he too was getting too hopeful.

[27spoons]

do you think dom!nat would ever use toys? not just straps but like vibrators and things like that

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oh, 100%. but it depends why she's using them.

dom!nat isn't using toys to spice things up—she's using them bc they serve a function. she's practical like that. vibrators, plugs, clamps, gags... they're tools to get you where she wants you.

some thoughts below the cut...

nsfw... if that wasn't obvious

-> vibrators

remote vibrators. she fucking loves them. slips it in before you leave the house and keeps the control in her pocket. you're in public, maybe even talking to someone, and she presses the button............... "don't stop talking. you wanted to be a brat in the car, now deal with it." nat who edges you—all fucking dayyyyy—because you decided to be annoying... keeps the vibe on a low setting, turns it up when you piss her off, tells you that if you come without her say so you'll regret it.................................. presses a wand or smth against you while you're tied up just to watch you squirm... never lets you come right away. edging you over and over and over again until your thighs are trembling and you're fucking begging.

-> gags

usually only if/when you're being too loud, or she wants to deny you the ability to beg. yeah, she likes (maybe even loves, depending on the day) the sound of your whines and gasps, but sometimes she wants you to be silent. if you're bratty? oh, yeah. this is just another tool in her arsenal. might stuff your panties into your mouth if nothing else is available, just to shut you up. "you don't get to say a word until you've earned it.

-> masks/blindfolds

100%. once again, if you're being real bratty? oh yeah. anything to put you in your place. gags, blindfolds, tying you down... you know, the usual. leans into the sensory deprivation like it's her job. breathes against your skin, skims her fingers over you, whispers in ur ear... makes you flinch.,,, *never blindfolds you when she's feeling soft. she wants you to see how she's looking at you in those moments. if she's feeling vulnerable, you'll know it.

-> clamps

maybe??? but only if she knows you're into pain. otherwise, she'll stick to the basics: pinching or sucking bruises into your skin. if she uses them, they're more for seeing you flinch when she tugs on the chain than anything else. it's about pain as control, not pain as punishment.

-> impact tools

nat doesn't need tools. paddles/floggers? nah. she uses what she has readily available—hands or belt. maybe even a hairbrush or book if it's nearby. "you don't need fancy shit to learn your lesson." like... why spend money on tools to do what her hands can do perfectly fine? she wants you to feel the sting from the slap of her palm, the strike of her belt. she wants you to know what's making you feel like this.

-> restraints

her belt is her favourite/go-to. that being said, she'll use whatever is available. she's resourceful. probably uses old soccer socks (they're long asf), your jacket........ whatever she can get her hands on to tie you up. spreads you wide with your arms tied behind your back... forces you to take what she gives you........... "i told you to keep your hands to yourself. maybe this will help you learn your lesson."

-> plugs

if she's feeling mean? plug+vibe+denial. gg. leaves you like that while she goes to take a shower or walk. maybe she even takes you to the bar with her, makes you sit next to her while you're stuffed and squirming. forces you to act like nothing is wrong..., "look at you. can't even sit still. pathetic." that being said, it isn't her go-to. during the actual act, she'd rather use her hands or cock. plugs are a control tool.

-> dildo/strap

yes. "this is what you wanted, right? better take it like a good girl." sometimes she goes slow just to see you squirm. watches as she drags her cock in and out of you... watches the way you basically suck her in... "you always act so tough. look at you now." keeps going after you come... maybe you were being a brat, maybe she just knows you need the stimulation, even if it's too much...................... "what, thought we were done? (scoffs)"

[scariffs]

jerry (date everything) with gender neutral reader. nsfw. nsfw alphabet, that’s all!

aftercare — he’s inexperienced when it comes to sex, so i imagine he’d be just as tuckered as you. he turns to you and goes “that was… amazing…” before realizing that he ought to do more than just lie beside you, panting. after a few times, he forms a sort of aftercare routine. it involves a lot of praise, basic clean up (because he’s tired, too), and kisses.

body part — i can’t imagine him checking out someone... he’s attracted to personality more than looks, in my opinion. it helps that you’re super hot, but it’s not what draws him in. he likes people of substance! if he had to choose a body part, perhaps your thighs or pelvis area? he likes to rest his head there and loves it when you mess with his hair while he lays his head in your lap.

cum — jerry likes it most when you cum in his mouth or close to his mouth. he likes giving oral, what can i say? plus, it’s easy cleanup. as for his own cum, it’s usually thick and a cool-toned off white color.

dirty secret — he is more than willing to hold his orgasm until you give the go ahead. anything to please you, y’know? he finds it kind of hot that you’re more in control, anyways, regardless of your experience level. i don’t think he’d enjoy a hard dom, but someone more confident and controlling than him is preferred.

experience — low experience in every area. from vanilla sex to kinky sex to everything in between; you’ll have to experiment and figure it out together. he has inklings of what he might be into, stuff he’s thought about once or twice while jerking off alone, but he’s never had the chance to really test his ideas out.

favorite position — any position where he’s on his knees or where you’re atop and riding him. he likes it when he gets to look up at you and when get to you look down at him.

goofy — things can get pretty goofy. if jerry makes a mistake and you happen to laugh, he’ll joke with you on it. he’s not going out of his way to be a comedian most of the time, though joking does help him cope with any embarrassment. he can be serious if you want it but more often than not he’s a little silly.

hair — very clean, just out of habit and personal preference. i know people might think he has a bush… i just don’t think he’d like it. i just don’t think he’d be too comfortable without being nice and neat down there.

intimacy — he can be extremely thoughtful and romantic, especially when he’s trying to initiate intimacy. lots of heartfelt compliments and praise leave his lips as he tries his best to seduce you. it’s more cute than hot, but he’ll take that. though easily flustered, jerry’s casually intimate even outside of sex. he loves holding your hand, talking about things you both love… just being with you is good enough for him, you don’t even have to speak! though, he’d prefer it if you did, of course.

jack off — he always feels a little bad at first, but it doesn’t take long for his thoughts to wander and his hand to pump his dick. he keeps mementos of you — maybe a piece of cloth with your smell or photos of you — and sometimes uses them to masturbate. he edges himself when he jerks off, also.

kink — he’s got a lot of different ideas that i think deserve to be explored. rope play/bondage, for one, especially once he’s good at giving head because it gives him an ego boost to make you cum with no hands. light degradation would be on the table but he loves praise even more. edging and roleplay are also things jerry’d enjoy.

location — the bedroom… he’s yet to upgrade to any other areas, though he’d have you all over that desk if he thought he could handle it.

motivation — it’s not hard to put ideas in his head, but it usually just leads to him getting flustered, not necessarily aroused or needy. the key is to just keep going while his face is red and he’s flashing that dopey grin. throw in some kissing up and down his neck, tracing shapes along his arms or chest, or murmuring sweet nothings, and you’ve got him weak in the knees for you.

no — no face sitting, sorry everyone! he finds the idea of possibly suffering a broken neck terrifying. i also don’t think he’d be into anything like bloodplay, any slapping, pulling hair (you can pull his gently — he’s not pulling yours at all); he doesn’t really enjoy being in pain or causing it.

oral — definitely gives more than he receives. with time and patience, you can turn jerry into a certified munch, a tier one head monster. inexperience doesn’t equate to zero talent, trust me. he’s attentive enough to figure out what you do and don’t like through trial and error.

pace — you set the pace! he tries his best to match whatever instruction you give him as he feels most aroused at the thought of pleasing you. he views you as out of his league! you’re a catch he wants to keep!!! he’s willing to try nearly anything you ask.

quickie — only if you ask. i don’t think he knows what quickies really are. he knows the concept but he doesn’t… get it. if/when you do have quickies, he whines when it’s over. it’s just too fast for him, i think.

risk — jerry is incredibly willing to try most new things with you, especially when you ask nicely and explain it thoroughly to him. he brings up his own ideas from time to time, though he never springs it on you. if anything, he might be overly cautious when trying out his ideas — he likes to give you a detailed rundown of what he’s thinking, what he’d like from the experience, why he thinks it would be for the both of you, etc. it’s a good ramble and a half before you can say yes or no.

stamina — i think his stamina would be on the lower end of average. probably one, maybe two solid orgasms before he starts stammering and babbling from overstimulation.

toys — does not use toys, has not used toys; jerry is down to try certain toys at your request but i don’t think he’s heavily interested in them. he would be down for you using a vibrator on him until he’s writhing and begging for your touch… but only if you’re down.

unfair — jerry doesn’t enjoy being unfair to you but he’s all right with you teasing and edging him. you want him to hold his orgasm? whatever you say, beautiful. you know what’s best for him, right? he’s especially obedient when there’s rewards being promised.

volume — very poor noise control, he often has to cover his own mouth. jerry’s vocal in most cases, whimpering, grunting, whining, groaning, moaning; he can be quiet but it takes a lot of effort.

wild card — i mentioned this before but i think jerry would enjoy desk sex. i also think he’d be really into you undressing him while making eye contact. as soon as you’re done, he’s all over you. whether that means oral until you tell him stop (or cry from overstimulation) or bending you over and fucking you, he’s on it. there’s just something so sexy about being unwrapped like a present. he praises you all the while (because you deserve it).

x-ray — average length, very rosy tip, not particularly veiny… not beefy or thick either. there’s a slight curve to his dick, too. this is just what i think though, you can imagine whatever cock you like.

yearning — his libido is on the lower end of average, he’s not highly horny at all. sex is not the end all be all for jerry and i honestly think he’d get by without it.

zzz — cuddling with him afterwards is the second best part of sex with him (first being hearing him whimper, imo). he holds onto you, he brushes his face against your shoulder almost like a cat, and eventually snores alongside you, his legs tangled in yours. he sleeps a little like an animal, though, so beware for odd sleeping positions.

basic but i wanted to try & explore sex w jerry some more. luke nukem alphabet coming soon… i want him, too. feel free to leave thoughts/ideas in the comments for either character :3 jerry & luke nukem fans follow me!!!!

[duskdrawings]

It's aca-meme time!! 🎶

pp memes #1 / pp memes #2 / bechloe memes

[laidee-flegman]

30 journaling prompts for finding your true self

What does "authentic self" mean to you?

List three moments when you felt truly yourself. What were you doing?

Who are the most important people in your life, and why?

Describe a time when you felt misunderstood. How did you handle it?

What are your core values, and how do they guide your decisions?

What’s a hobby or interest that you’ve always wanted to explore?

Write about a time when you overcame a significant challenge.

How do you show love and appreciation to yourself?

What are three things you’re grateful for today?

Describe your ideal day. What would you do and who would you spend it with?

What’s a belief or habit you’d like to change, and why?

How do you deal with stress and what could you do differently?

What does success look like for you?

Write a letter to your younger self. What advice would you give?

Who inspires you, and what qualities do you admire in them?

What’s a dream or goal you’ve been hesitant to pursue? Why?

Reflect on a recent failure. What did you learn from it?

How do you define happiness, and are you living in a way that supports it?

What are your biggest fears, and how do they hold you back?

Describe a moment when you felt a deep sense of peace.

How do you nurture your creativity?

What’s one thing you can do today to move closer to your goals?

What limiting beliefs do you hold about yourself, and how can you challenge them?

Describe a time when you felt incredibly proud of yourself.

What does self-care look like for you?

How do you balance your needs with the needs of others?

What’s one habit you’d like to develop, and why?

How do you handle change and uncertainty in your life?

Write about a time you stepped out of your comfort zone. What was the outcome?

What does living an authentic life mean to you, and how can you strive towards it every day?

[gammaraydeath]

i know kasumi says something about a lot of people wanting to see garrus and shepard get together but it's so weird to me like. we're on a cerberus ship with a cerberus crew right. why is everybody suddenly chill like that. you're telling me there's not even one guy in the CIC or whatever that would think a human/alien relationship is disgusting. where's the tension!!! the drama!!! i want unpleasant ramifications of working with a human supremacist terrorist group!!!