#mostly the art…..minimalism I love you

[hana-bobo-finch]

i randomly had the idea that Lethia would probably write himself a theme song so I made this in like. 15 minutes, earlier (warning for ear strain because a little moth should not be allowed near a synth lmao)

[rlnk]

Too smart, too pretty, and definitely too close

art by @/chu-cho

wc. 1.3k

Gojo was extraordinary—skimming through classes like they were side quests, acing every test with minimal effort, and making it all look so easy. What was there to study when everything came so naturally to him? On top of that, he was absolutely adored by the teachers. His endless rants, as irritating as they were, left them in awe. After all, what other student grasped everything on the first try?

He was the top student for a reason.

Then, you transferred to his school and suddenly, everything changed.

You were slowly, yet surely, creeping up behind him—matching him score for score. While others flinched at his remarks, you met him head-on, snapping back at him. And you weren't just smart—you were sharp.

For the first time, Gojo wasn’t the only one the teachers praised. Suddenly, it was always you and Gojo—sitting together, constantly compared, constantly pit against each other like academic rivals. Apparently, to them, it was amusing to see the two of you bickering like a married couple.

And if he was being honest… it wasn’t just the teachers who had taken notice of you.

Everyone did.

You were friendly. Charismatic. The kind of person who effortlessly gathered people around you. Meanwhile, Gojo had his small circle—and he liked it that way. But you? You were orbiting everything.

Including Gojo. A little too much for his liking.

At first, it irritated him. How could someone like you waltz in and start shaking up his world? How were you always there—ready with a sharp remark, always matching his pace?

But then… mild irritation turned into something else. Something more persistent.

He started catching himself watching you in class. Noting the way your brows furrowed when you were deep in thought, the way your fingers tapped restlessly against your notebook when you got impatient, and the way you laughed—bright and easy—surrounded by people who gravitated to you like planets to a star.

It was infuriating.

Because the more he watched, the more he realized that he didn’t exactly hate it.

And that? That was the worst part.

You were always in his space—pushing up next to him to compare answers, cornering him after a test to discuss questions, and occasionally bumping into him during lunch with some ridiculously complex physics book clutched like a prize. (One of his books, actually.)

But no matter how much he told himself it annoyed him, Gojo just couldn’t quite bring himself to pull away.

“It was just so fascinating,” you said, eyes practically sparkling, wild energy in your voice as you bounced on your feet—probably from the sheer mix of exhaustion and caffeine. You held up The Elegant Universe like it was some kind of treasure. “I actually… stayed up all night reading it. Thanks for lending it to me.”

Your grin was shy but knowing, like you knew how insane it sounded. You stepped slightly closer without realizing it, and suddenly, Gojo was very aware of how close you were.

The height difference meant he had to look down, and you had to tilt your head up to meet his gaze. Barely a few inches of space between you. The only thing separating you was that stupid book.

He could feel your warmth. But all he could look at… were your lips. Shiny and parted slightly as you caught your breath. Oh god, had your lips always looked that glossy?

Gojo blinked.

What were you saying again? Right—the book. His book.

He’d lent it to you mostly on a whim, fully expecting you to take your time with it. He knew you were smart, sure—you always had some clever answer ready, always kept up with him—but this? He hadn’t expected you to devour the whole thing overnight.

Not many people could stomach the kind of dense, theoretical science he read for fun. But you? You’d eaten it up like it was nothing—and actually liked it.

When had he ever met someone who matched him like that?

And the worst part?

He loved that.

He scoffed, trying to recompose himself, shaking his head. “So… you lost sleep over the book I gave you?�� His voice came out more amused than he intended, the smirk on his lips automatic.

He shoved his hands into his pockets—just to stop himself from doing something stupid. Like brushing a strand of hair from your face.

You shot him a grin and nudged him with your elbow, completely unaware of the chaos you were creating in his head. “You make it sound like you haven’t done the same.”

Damn. You got him there.

But even with your excitement, he could see the exhaustion plain on your face—your eyelids drooping, shoulders sagging, swaying slightly like the textbook in your hands was the only thing keeping you upright. And still… you were so unapologetically you.

He sighed.

You looked ridiculous. Endearing. Exhausted. Kind of like a sleep-deprived monkey that had stumbled into his space just to ramble about string theory.

Without thinking, he muttered under his breath, “Get some rest, nerd.”

You blinked up at him, thrown by the surprising gentleness in his voice. Your brow quirked. “Aw, is that concern I hear? You getting soft on me, Gojo?”

He tried to roll his eyes, but it didn’t quite land. Instead, he glanced away, jaw tightening like he’d just gotten caught doing something very uncool.

Maybe he should’ve kept quiet. Let you wander off—half asleep, rambling about quantum mechanics, blissfully unaware of how much space you’d started to take up in his head.

He had more books at home. Obscure ones. And the idea of you—sitting cross-legged on his bed, flipping through them with that same glint in your eye—made his throat go dry.

Would you be impressed by his collection? Would you run your fingers along the spines, reading titles under your breath like some kind of spell? Would you flop onto his bed like you owned the place, teasing him for alphabetizing them?

Oh no. Nope. Not going there—wait.

…What if it were more than just books?

His breath hitched.

What if you were sprawled across his sheets, legs tangled in his blanket, lazily flipping through another of his nerdy-ass physics books? What if your shirt slipped just enough to show that stupid collarbone he’d been obsessed with lately? You’d been wearing looser shirts lately—blaming the heat—and god, it was driving him insane.

Especially when you leaned closer beside him, practically gifting him a view of your collarbone… and more.

It was a miracle he hadn’t failed the last quiz.

What if you laughed at one of his dumb jokes again, shoved his shoulder, and the two of you stumbled onto his mattress? What if you climbed on top of him—smug, unbothered—with those glossy lips curved into a flirt so sharp it made his heart stutter.

What if you leaned in close—close enough that he could feel the warmth of your breath against his mouth and murmured something like—

“So… you gonna offer me another book, or are you just gonna keep staring?”

Fuck.

His entire body tensed. His mind short-circuited. His gaze flicked to your lips again like they held the answer to some impossible equation.

And the worst part?

You sat beside him in every class. Every. Damn. Day. Shoulder-to-shoulder. Desk-to-desk. Grinning at him like you weren’t absolutely wrecking his sanity one teasing comment at a time.

Goddamn it.

His face flushed deep red, heat blooming up his neck like a fever. He couldn’t breathe—couldn’t think. His hands twitched uselessly in his pockets, desperate not to imagine what they’d be doing if even a fraction of that fantasy was real.

You tilted your head, squinting at him. “Dude. Did your brain just blue-screen or something? You okay?”

He coughed, suddenly snapping back to reality—dragging a hand through his hair and forcing a smirk. “Yeah. Fine. Just… visualizing the tragic end of your sleep schedule.”

You snorted. “Worried about me again? You’re getting really bad at hiding your love for me, Gojo.”

Before he could snap back with something halfway clever, you flashed him a cheeky grin and turned to walk off—raising the book in a lazy wave.

“Later, nerd.”

Gojo stood there, flushed, frozen, heart thudding against his chest like it wanted out.

Yeah.

He was so screwed.

part 2.

[mushies-stories]

One thing led to another and now I'm a wife to four military men? 18+

141 X F!READER

CH. One: A mission not gone as planned

Chapter one Summary: You were a hired guard to travel with a cargo container. You were not told what was in it or who you were guarding it from, and in the end your team was under prepared and your truck was overrun by a task force. After a misfire the container was shot and mist covered you and a soldier you had been tackled by. The soldier dragged you along with him when everyone began to scatter.

A little about the Reader: Reader is shorter than the guys and has some length of hair, but mostly the physical description is up to yall readers to imagine. Personality isn't anything too extreme one way or the other, but she has an interest in art, and crafting. Creating in general. reader is infertile, because I said so. It's not a big plot point, reader doesn't care. ALSO because I want this to be longer than I've written before, the guys are ‘straight’ for all intensive purposes. I love reading true poly 141 but ima keep it chill, for my own sanity. 

Warnings: SMUT 18+, unprotected sex, creampie, poisoned by aphrodisiac, swearing, talk of infertility. Bad accents… also lack of, sorry XD but any pointers on how our boys should sound would be very welcomed! Homies help homies, right?

Word count: 6473

The beginning.

“S’fuckin hot!” The man, your enemy grunts as he pulls his gear off along with his jacket. His mohawk is a mess and his forehead is sticky with sweat. The room you were in was void of everything but the rusted metal chair that Soap took and an old desk that he pushed against the door. You sat on the floor and against the wall across from him.

You roll your eyes. “It's because of you we’re even in this mess.” you weren't doing much better than him. You were both affected by the unknown toxin and he had only managed to make it to a dingy basement with you before it all became too much to keep walking. His team was waiting for the all clear and location from him before moving in.

“Me? If ya had just surrendered then i wouldn't have’ta tackle yer ass.” he scoffs back. “By the way, yer a terrible fighter.” Soap adds. Petty you think. 

You take off your vest and jacket with a huff, the heat getting to be too much. The wall felt cool against your back as you leaned on it and you savored the feeling. “Because I'm not even a real soldier, I've had very minimal training in combat.” you admit. Soap looks at you a little confused. You roll your eyes. “I was hired to watch the cargo mostly, I'm not half bad with guns. I work for an outside source. Meaning I'm basically of no use to you, I have no information, and can we just not talk?” you add with a bit of a cheeky smile. The best one you could muster up under your conditions. 

You settle into a mildly uncomfortable silence. Your body is too hot for the wall to have helped for long. You close your eyes and lean your head back, willing whatever was taking effect to pass.

“Did ya even know what was in that cargo?” His voice disrupts what little peace you were managing to get. 

You shake your head. “Nope.”

“Amazing.”

You open your eyes to look at him. “What?”

“Yer a little dumb aren't ya?” He snorts. 

Your eyes narrow a little in irritation. “What's that supposed to mean?” 

Soap pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it to the side. “Ya take a dangerous job from people ya barely know anything about while barely knowing how to take care of yerself? Sounds pretty dumb to me.”

You weren't sure why but your body seemed to react to seeing him so bare. Your own body still felt impossibly warm and your pussy fluttered at the sight of him. You let out a soft huff and try to clear your head, whatever toxin you both inhaled must have been potent. “I've done just fine, I'm good with a gun.” you tell him, trying to defend yourself. 

Again he snorts a laugh. “That so? Because from where I'm sitting ye dont look like yer in the best position to be talking.” he points out. He was right, you were now unarmed and your body and mind were both being affected by some sort of toxin. “Besided, I don't know about ye lass, but i'm startin to think whatever we took in was an aphrodisiac.” he says. 

You look at him, eyes widening. “How do you assume that?”

Soap leans back in the chair, legs spreading out a bit and looking at you through half lidded eyes. “Because the only thought running through my head is ya being stuffed full o’my cock.” He says bluntly. 

A look of shock spreads across your face, your body however has a different reaction. You could feel how damp your panties were starting to get. “I think that's just your problem.” you try and lie, try to ignore the truth of the situation and the way his gaze was making you feel. Even mostly clothed you felt exposed to him as his eyes wandered around your body. 

He raises one brow and a smirk plays at the corner of his lip. “Tha’so bonnie? Body isn't hot, ya aren't feeling yer pussy getting all wet and needy?” He wasn't just teasing you, he was taunting you. 

As hard as you try, his words still have an effect on you. He was right, your mind is being flooded with thoughts of him. You couldn't just give in to those thoughts though, right? You don't respond in words, instead you shake your head and avoid looking anywhere but his body. Not like his face was any better to look at. He was good looking and had the most entrancing blue eyes. A chill runs up your spine and the dampness between your legs grows. 

This isn't helping. 

Now he was smirking. “Sorry lass but m’not sure I believe tha,” he chuckles. “Bet yer pretty pussy is aching just as badly as my cock.” Your eyes flicker to his crotch where there was indeed a bulge. Your mouth practically started watering at the sight, mind flooded at the thought of how stuffed you'd be. “See, eyein it up.” your eyes snap back to his, embarrassed of your own actions. “Wishin it was fuckin yer little pussy bonnie? All ya gotta do is ask.” he asks, voice huskier than before. One of his large hands came down to press and message at his cock, his eyes never leaving yours. Soap needed you, but he needed you to need it just as bad. He might be a killer, a soldier, but he had respect for women and this toxin was not working with his morals. 

You clamp your legs together as you take in the whole sight of him. You could barely handle the growing ache in your core anymore, ignoring it was becoming impossible and he knew what he was doing to you. He could see it in your face and your body as you begin to rub your thighs together. “I can't do that…” you try to explain but a heat wave crashed into you and your breathing began to pick up a bit more.

“C’mon lass, ya know I can help. Let me make yer pussy feel better, I'll take care of ya.” he tries to reassure you he means it, he doesn't want to hurt you, but he knows you both need this. You can't help feeling uncertain and it shows. He lets out a soft sigh, he doesn't blame you, he was probably intimidating no matter how much you pretend to be as tough as you act. “Soap, can call me soap, I'll make sure no matter what yer taken care of, alright?” He says with a softer smile, a reassuring smile. 

You nod slowly, accepting his obvious call sign. “Y/N.” you tell him, figuring using anything but your real name was pointless. 

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” Soap says, smile widening ever so slightly. He liked the sound of your name on his tongue. Lazily he undid his pants and slid his hand under the fabric, watching you as you thought about what he said. He groans softly when he starts to slowly pump his cock, his eyes fluttering a little as they stay focused on you. You can't help but watch his movements, his pants even loose seemed to be straining his cock. He must be big and you assumed pretty thick, if it's anything like the rest of him that is. “Are you sure?” you ask.

He nods and huffs softly. “If wha ya say is true, ya were just fer hire yeah.” 

The feeling between your legs was quickly becoming unbearable and you couldn't think of anything else to do about it. Slowly you stood on shaky legs, using the wall as balance before taking the few steps across the room to Soap. He pulls his cock out and adjusts his pants so you have a good view of everything. He was big and thick, a few thick veins trailed up the bottom and sides and it was leaking precum already.

“Alright lass, take off those bottoms.” He instructed. Your eyes trailed up his body and back to his face. You didn't sleep around, and the times you have it was never any good, or special. Your brain was still trying to fight your body's urges. Soap could see the conflict on your face. He reaches a hand out and pulls you closer by the hips. You let out a startled gasp and reached out to hold onto his shoulders. “There we go, I got ya.” Soap says. His fingers do quick work with your buckles and buttons and you are free of the damp fabric. 

He glanced up at you when he noticed your underwear. Definitely not military approved lace. You roll your eyes and yank them down yourself. “Shut up, it's not like anyone normally would know.” you say as Soap guides you onto his lap with his hands on your waist. You're placed right on his cock and the feeling of your dripping pussy makes you both shutter a little at the contact.

Again he chuckles. “Guess it's my lucky day.” he teases. He's a little goofy you realize. It helps make you feel a little less nervous, that maybe under normal circumstances this wouldn't be so bad. You don't even realize it when your hips start to shift and grind down against his length. Your mind seemed to have fogged over momentarily, the feeling of his warm cock being the only thing you can think of. “Feeling good dove?” 

you're brought back to reality and halt your movements. If you weren't already so warm you knew your face would be shining bright red right now. That new nickname didn't sound too bad coming from him either you think. “Ye-yeah, I mean… i did-”

“Shh, it's okay.” His smile is kind when he looks at you, but the look in his eyes shows you that lust has taken over. “I'm gonna lift ya and I want’ya to guide me in, can ya do that lass?” he asks. 

“Mhm.” you hum with a nod. With one hand placed on his shoulders for support he wrapped his hands under your thighs and lifted you up. You reach a hand down and slide your fingers down his length and it makes your pussy flutter. 

“Ready?” He asks. You give him a nod in response and line him up with your dripping cunt. “Good girl.” he praised. 

He took a lot of care in how he held you and once the tip of his cock was pressing against your entrance he was gentle when pushing in. As much as he wanted to pull you down and have you take his whole length right then, he wouldn’t. 

You couldn't hold in your gasps and breathy moans. He was making you feel so good so easily, you wanted him to fill you up, wanted him to keep stretching your pussy on his thick cock.

The sounds you were making as he filled you up inch by inch were like music to his ears and encouraged him to keep going until you were finally at the base of his cock. “There we are Dove, properly stuffed with my cock.” he says, looking down between your bodies and admiring your pussy. His eyes stayed trained on your slick core as he pulled you up a little, cock twitching at the sight of sliding in and out of you. “Tight little pussy, gripping my cock so perfectly.” He groans as he sets a slow pace, rocking you on his cock while you hold onto his shoulders and try to stay focused. 

You almost felt like a toy as he effortlessly benched your body. You didnt mind that much, the need to be filled and fucked heavily on your mind. It wasn't long before you were craving more, needing him to go faster, make you really feel him. Your eyes flutter when you look into his. “M-more, please.” you managed to get out.

Soap shuddered at your words, the way you looked at him with such pleading eyes. “Fuck Bonnie.” he groans. His grip on you tightened before he started to move you faster. You hold onto him just as tight, nails slowly digging more and more into his skin the better it starts to feel. 

You held your voice as much as you could in case someone was still in the area. While soap would have preferred to be able to hear every sound you could make, he knew better as well and settled on what he was able to get. Soaking in your breathy moans and sharp gasps, the feeling of your breath creeping closer to his neck. You had to wrap your arms around his neck the harder you were slammed down on his cock. You could feel the knot in your stomach getting closer to snapping with every thrust. You found it hard to keep your voice quiet so you pressed yourself into soap, moaning into his neck and clinging to him. 

Your actions cause Soap to smirk a little. His cock was throbbing and precum mixing with your own juices, all of it making him feel just as close to his own release. “Gunna cum for me bonnie?” his voice was deeper, close to your ear and it made you shiver. You shake your head and a whiny moan escapes you. Soap responds with a low moan of his own. “C’mon then, make a mess dove.” he encourages. 

His words and a few more thrusts were all it took for you to come undone. Your pussy squeezed his cock as you covered his cock in your slick. You did all you could to hold back your sounds, using the crook of his neck and shoulder to mask most of it. All of it hitting Soap's ears and pushing him closer and closer to the edge. Your pussy taking his cock so well and your pretty little sounds were perfect to him. “Need to cum Dove.” he warns you and slows down his pace, letting you ride out the last of your high. He can't help the desperate moan when your pussy flutters at his words. 

Your thoughts are instantly filled with thoughts of his cum filling you up, how good it would feel. They fuel a new desire and another ache in your pussy. “Cum, like this.” you say softly, just loud enough for him to hear. 

His cock twitched. “Ya want tha bonnie, want me to fill ya up?” he groans, picking his pace back up. 

“Need it, n-need you please.” you whine. Your pussy was dripping, making a mess of his lap and pants and you didn't want to waste time explaining that it doesn't matter, you wont get pregnant. You were close to the edge again, pussy fluttering around his thick cock and you needed to feel him cum. “Please cum, need to feel you cum.” you babble.

Soap was focused now, focused on feeling every inch of you. Marveling at how it feels having you take all of him. “Fuckin perfect pussy, gunna be good and take my cum?” Your response was a needy mewl and your nails digging into his back, sure to leave marks. Soap reacted by slamming you down on his cock as he came. His hands moved to your hips to hold you there while he grinds up into you. 

Your legs shake and your pussy flutters, Soap fills your senses, his low groans and his cum filling your pussy. Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you cum again. You're both lost in a haze of pure pleasure, you rock your hips in time with his now slow and gentle thrusts. Slowly you caught your breaths. You figured that was it, his cock wasn't as hard anymore but there was still something, you could still feel a dull ache. One that only grew when you focused on the way his cum was leaking out. When he was about to lift you to pull out you couldn't hold back a displeased whine.

Soap chuckled softly and settled you back down. “Like my cock tha much bonnie?” he asks, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips. You pull back and look at him with half lidded eyes. Slowly you rolled your hips, gasping a little when you felt his cock twitch. “Fuck, this is some poison.” his cock was already getting hard again, filling you up and fogging his brain all over again. He hooks his hands under your things again and stands, lifting you while keeping his cock snug in your pussy. He brings you to the desk and lays you right on top, leaning over you to get a view of your face. “This time I want to see this pretty face when ya cum dove.” he tells you before sliding almost all the way out just to slam back into you. You have to throw your hands over your mouth to suppress the yelp you let out. 

With his hands holding your hips in a firm grip he doesn't waste time being so gentle this go around.

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You weren't sure how long the poison lasted, or how many rounds you went by the end. Hell you don't even remember the end, it all became a blur and at some point you had passed out. True to his word, Soap did make sure to take care of you. At least in the sense that you had woken up in a decent looking hospital bed dawning a hospital gown and not in an interrogation room. Your body was still sore a day and a half later but it's nothing you couldn't handle. Having become dehydrated in your previous state, you were hooked up to a drip bag. 

“Looks like ya weren't lyin lass.” Soap familiar voice causes you to snap your head to the doorway, you were lost in thought, trying to piece the events after you blacked out together. He was already back in uniform and roaming around and here you were still stuck in a hospital bed rehydrating. Soap closed the door behind him and stepped into the room. He grabs the empty office chair and and sets it next to the side of your bed and sits down

“Told you, there was no reason for me to.” you state, pulling the blanket up a little more over your lap.

“That ya did lass, never doubted ya either.” He says with a stupid grin. “Love the dress by the way.” He teases with a nod to your attire.

You roll your eyes and ignore the sudden reaction of butterflies. “So what now, what's going to happen to me?” you ask simply.

He eyes you for a moment and you try to stay as confident as you could. “Tell me, what is it ya want, lass?” he asks. You look at him with a raised brow, confused. “Yer job, is this what ya want’ta be doing?” he asks, tone becoming more serious. 

You blink a few times, thinking about what he's asking. What benefit knowing the answer would be to him. You shake your head slowly. “No, not really. Just kind of got stuck in it.” You admit. It was true, you never cared for the job, just the money you got from it. “Why?” you ask.

You don't know why you were feeling so anxious, but him being this close again made your skin warm a little. “Why do ya keep at this job then?” Another question. 

You tilt your head a little, trying to figure him out. “Money, it pays… well.” you tell him. “What's the point of these questions?” you were starting to get a little irritated. 

He smiled then, the stern facade wiped away. “Well Bonnie, I was thinking maybe I could make ya an offer, if you’ll hear my proposal out.” He waits for you to object and when you don't he continues. “My mates and me, we've been looking for a lass, someone to be ours.” he begins and watches your features as he explains. “Think ye’r what we're lookin for Bonnie.” 

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. “What are you talking about? You want me to be a whore for you and your “mates”, that's it?” you were offended and it showed. 

Soap shook his head. “No, not at all. I mean…there's four of us, and it's difficult for us to maintain relationships because we go on long missions. But we thought, maybe if we find someone who would like’ta  be with all of us...” He tries to explain better, he was starting to become uncertain, a little shy even when he realized how it was starting to sound. “Really didn't mean any offense Bonnie, ya also happen to be aware of our jobs, and the struggles that come with it and that might be somewhat beneficial.” he adds, trying hard to save this conversation. He rubs the back of his neck nervously. “I know it was because of the poison, but I can't stop thinking about ya lass and I think the others would feel the same as me.” He confessed.

You feel your face heat up at his confession. You take a moment and process what he's saying. “I guess I understand, but how exactly would this all work? ” you ask.

He smiles a little, seeing that you aren't as angry now. “We have a nice home we all got about a year ago when we decided to do this. ya can do whatever ya want to it. We will take care of ya, whatever ya need, won't hav’ta worry about anything.” Soap smiles when you don't look totally disgusted at the idea. “Ye’ll be our girl.” He adds. He looked at you with hopeful eyes, like a puppy actually. 

You let out a soft sigh, relaxing a little. “Can I at least meet the others first, before deciding to sign my body over?” you ask, a little sarcastically.

Soap chuckles. “And yer heart Bonnie, don't forget that.” he jokes. You give him a small smile in return. Okay, he was maybe a little charming, in a dorky kind of way. “Sure ya can, I'm sure our captain will be by eventually anyways. Did make him a little curious when I wouldnt stop talkin’bout ya.” he admits sheepishly. 

You're sure after this whole conversation your face was a few shades redder than it normally was. “Of course you did.” you say, rolling your eyes again with a chuckle.

“Wait, not like that… well a little, hell Bonnie.” he chuckles nervously. “Just talk to Price, yeah, he’s our captain, hear him out and if yer still interested we can set up a little meet and greet.” 

You look at him, trying to look for any malicious intent but either he was a really good actor, or he meant it. “Alright.” you answer simply with a short nod.

He gives you a genuine smile. “That's it, I'll see you later then dove.” Setting the chair back in its rightful place he leaves, after one more look back with a goofy grin before shutting the door again. 

That brings a small smile to your face. He was nice you thought, maybe even a little funny. Were you really going to consider being, what, a girlfriend for hire for a group of military guys? You think back to your little accident with Soap. The thought makes you want to rub your thighs together. Though you were grateful he didn't bring it up just now, you dont think you're ready for that conversation just yet. But that was him, you didn't know who the other men where you would be with. The logistics of everything was confusing. 

Then there was the future, did they mean to keep you around forever, or would you be tossed out after a while? What kind of future were they looking for, maybe they wanted kids and to be like a normal family. That was something you couldn't give them, at least not naturally. You were told by three doctors a few years ago you were infertile, no fault of your own, just happens sometimes. You weren’t too upset at the news, adoption was always an option along with others, and if you didn't have any that was alright by you too. But did four men feel the same as you?

You let out a sigh and turn the tv on to find the least boring show you could and attempt to clear your mind. A rather hard task when memories from your time with Soap keep popping into your head. You think over the offer, you'd be lying if you said your interest was peaked. It's not like you really cared for your current job anyways, it was just a means to an end, but what was the end? Would they really take care of you? 

You shake your head, trying to clear your thoughts. After a while the tv manages to grab some of your attention.

A couple of hours go by and you've gotten the iv finally taken out and were given something to eat, though you only ended up eating the fruit cup. You were told to sit tight and someone would be in to discharge you. You settle in and let your mind relax a little, focusing on the tv drama you found that was already half way through the series. After a while your peace was disturbed by a knock on the door.

Starting to feel anxious again you let out a huff and prepare yourself, you didn't know if it was a doctor or Soaps captain. You mute the tv and face the door. “Come in.” 

The handle turners and you knew who he was the moment your eyes saw him step into the room. “Y/N? I'm Captain price.” He greets you with a smile and closes the door behind him. He was dressed similarly to Soap and he was older than you and Soap and definitely had the ‘aura’ of a Captain by just the way stood.

You nod in response and motion to the chair for him. “You can sit if you want.” you offer. You felt even more awkward being in a hospital gown now. You didn't know what to say, this kind of situation was never something you’ve had to deal with before. 

“Thank you.” he places the chair next to the bed and sits. “I assume you know what this is about?” he asks.

“Yes.” you answer simply, trying not to show how nervous you really are. 

“I can answer any other questions you have, if you'd like.” He begins. “I know what we are asking is not very conventional, and I would hate to put you in any uncomfortable situations.” He explains.

You take in what he says and gather your thoughts before responding. “Would… would we all like, share a bed or something? Also what about money, and a job? Do I have to find a new one? How is this all going to end? And wha…” you stop, realizing you were just blurting out every thought you were having. 

Before you could dive too far into self pity due to embarrassment, the Captain surprises you. He laughs, nothing too extreme but enough to have him tilting back a little in his chair. “That boy really didn't do a great job explaining, did he.” He says, more as a fact than a question. “First, you, like the rest of us, will have your own room. That doesn't mean you only have to sleep in your own bed, you are allowed to choose wherever that is.” he explains with a knowing look in his eye. Even with something implied what he said did help your nerves a little. “As for money, so long as you don't destroy our banks, you will be taken care of. Money to do with as you please and you can ask for anything. You can work if you want, though we would prefer it to be close to home, coming home to you is a big part of the deal. That seem okay to you?” He asks. 

Soap did say something along the lines of being taken care of. You wouldn't have to work, or you could. “How do you know I'm right for all of you? What if the others dont like me or we don't get along? I'm not that attractive, you don't know anything about me.”

The captain gives you a soft smile. “Well we don't expect you to be on board right away, it is a lot to ask someone to decide in one day. I was thinking you would come stay with us for a few days in the house, get to know everyone and all that. As for how you see yourself, I can promise you, my men will prove you wrong, if you let them.” he offers but notices the look of hesitance on your face. “You don't have to do anything you don't want to love. We understand what happened between you and Soap, it wasn't either of your choices. While it is what led us to you, it was not the only reason. Soap saw something in you and really pushed for this, can't be without good reason.” he tells you. “You have every right to say no whenever you want and we will respect that.

You nod along to his words. Becoming a little flustered at the mention of Soap and you. The thought of him talking about you like that made your heart skip a beat. Your mind flashes to who the other could be, were as nice as Soap and their Captain seem to be, would you get along with the others? “Could you tell me a little about the others maybe?” you ask, voice quieter now.  

“Of course.” John says. “Their names are Gaz and Ghost. Gaz is our pretty boy, as much as he pushes my buttons. He's a good lad, kind, caring, all of that. Ghost, well he seems big and scary, wears a mask more often than not but he's really not all that scary.” he spoke of the others fondly, warmth written on his face and you smile a little at his descriptions. 

However you can't help but notice you haven't been told any of their first names, it's all been what you assume is a call sign. “Am I ever going to know your names?” you ask, raising a brow.

He chuckles. “Of course love. Ghost will be back tomorrow and I thought we could do a proper introduction then? Ghost is a little more private about himself than the rest of us, but if you just give him a little time he will warm up to you.” he explains. You go to ask one another question but stop yourself, not sure how to bring it up. The Captain notices and gives you a soft smile. “What is it, love?” he asks.

You glance down at your hands a moment before facing him again. “Kids, I can't have them.” you tell him rather bluntly.

“Do you want kids?” he asks.

You shake your head. “I mean, I can't say one hundred percent no… but I'm not upset that I can't, I can always adopt ya know and… I mean.” you take a short breath and gather your thoughts. “If that was something you all needed, a child, with me, I can't do it.” You explain.

“It doesn't make a difference to us, love, we knew our family would already look different when we decided to do this.” you can't help but be a little shocked. “We are looking for a partner, and what you want or don't want matters.what we need is for you to be happy and healthy.” He leaned in a little and eyes never left yours as he spoke.“As for an end? I can't say what will happen in the future for certain, but our goal is forever if we can have it.” He speaks with a look of sincerity in his eyes. “So Dove, what do you say, come stay with us for a few days?”

Warm, your cheeks felt warm and your heart was beating faster. Something about him made you want to trust him, he spoke so gently to you, not something you expected from someone in his profession. You look at your hands as you think, fidgeting with the hem of the blanket. Soap was funny, and nice and you already knew what sex with him could be like, and if the others are as good as those two seemed to be, why not? You take a short breath and nod once. “Yeah… I think I'd like to give it a try.” you say, glancing at the man through your lashes. 

You could have sworn your heart skipped a million beats when a brighter smile spread across his face. “Glad to hear that love. I think you’ll like the place, and I'm sure with your touch added it will feel even more at home for all of us.” He says with a nod and stands. “Would you mind waiting here just a bit longer? I have some paperwork to finish up before we head home.” He explains. 

You give him a small smile. “Yeah that's okay, I've got my drama to finish anyway.” you joke, nodding to the muted tv that was still playing your show. 

He chuckles. “That's right, just a bit then.” 

With that he places the chair back and takes his leave. You unmute your show and try to focus back on the story, a task easier said than done however. Your nerves are all over the place and at the same time you are filled with anticipation. So many different thoughts coursed through your brain, making you question your decision. Could you be risking your life, or were these men actually normal, good people? If they are, will they really take care of you, would you get to live with all of them?

You replay your conversation over and over in your head and it comforts you a little. The Captain seemed so genuine and sincere when he spoke. Even Soap was basically a gentleman when he stopped by. You thought for a second about running out, hospital gown and all but quickly dismissed that idea. 

You close your eyes and take a deep breath and slow exhale. 

Your moment of clarity is interrupted by yet another knock on the door, this one just a little softer. 

“Come in” You call. 

One of your nurses, Jackie, you think, entered with a black paper bag. It almost looked like a gift. “This is for you, someone dropped it off, there's clothes in it.” She tells you while setting it on the bed beside you. “Guess you won't be needing to make a fashion statement with a pair of scrubs.” she smiles. “I also have some release forms for you to sign.” she adds, handing you the clipboard and a pen. 

You chuckle and smile back, taking the board from her. “As long as it's not this stupid gown, I'd take it.” you joke and scribble your signature where it was needed and handed it back.

She snorts a laugh and nods in agreement. “Very true, well you have a safe trip home, glad you're feeling better.” 

“Thanks, and thank you for bringing the clothes.” she smiles and nods before disappearing, closing the door behind her. 

You reach in the bag and find a plain black shirt, blue jeans and a black hoodie. Under those were a few pairs of socks and… you pause a moment before picking up the panties. Red lace. You roll your eyes while your cheeks turn a shade of pink. Soap was the one who went out and got you these clothes, and being a cheeky bastard about it too. 

You roll your eyes and grab a pair of socks. Once you got them on you slid off the bed and threw the rest of the clothes on, ready to not feel so naked around everyone. They fit well enough, the hoodie was a little big but comfortable. You sit in the chair to put your boots on, loosely lacing them. 

Your eyes snap to the door at another knock. “Bonnie, cn’i i come’n?” Soap calls from the hallway. 

“Yeah!” you shout. 

He smiles when he sees you finishing up your laces. “Hope the clothes are okay, I wasn't sure what yed like.” A small smirk appeared on his face, “well, mostly.” he teases.

You glance up at him with a raised brow. “Like a teenage boy.” you mumble, still loud enough for him to hear. “But yes they are, thank you. Definitely better than scrubs.” you say.

Soap feigned being hurt at your remark but ignores it. “Pretty bonnie like yerself would make anything look good, so ya have nothin to worry’bout.” 

You chuckle and shake your head. “If you say so.” you try not to let him see how his comment  has managed to fluster you. 

“I do.” He said proudly. Then his phone beeped. He fished it from his pocket and took a quick glance at it. “Looks like we're all really to go, ya got yerself all together, lass?” he asks. 

You stand with a shrug and look down at yourself. “Yeah, I didn't really have anything with me but my clothes.” you felt that same nervous feeling begin to bubble up again. This was it, you were going to try this with them. 

Soap crinkles his nose. “Both our clothes got thrown out, promise we didn want them back.” he informs you. 

You mirror his expression as you cross the room, stopping in front of him. “Yeah, probably right.” you agree. 

For a moment he looks you over. “Well, we’ll make sure to get you more clothes, take you shopping if you'd like, and whatever else you’ll want or need too. For now though, let's get you home so you can have a good night of sleep.” He smiles and opens the door for you. 

You looked from him to the door, that same nervous feeling began to bubble up again. This was it, you were going to try this with them. It took you a moment before your legs started moving, but a cloud of excitement grew and sat right beside the swarm of nerves as soon as you stepped into the hallway. 

You weren't going to turn back now, or at least not yet. You wanted to go with them, to follow Soap and see what this life could bring you.

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🍄 Thank you for reading!

[diapydemon]

Almost There

He was so precious. And still so shy, which was silly.

You would think working at a daycare would make me tired of taking care of little ones, but —on the contrary— I found nurturing little ones so fulfilling that I wanted to continue that with my own partner beyond the daycare.

That’s where he came in. He was submissive, suggestible, and childlike in a playful and addictive way. Not to mention adorable!

Today, like most days, I dressed him. Hence the Paw Patrol shirt; a show I know he secretly loves but refuses to admit. I also chose the khakis and belt. He was a silly boy: he refused to let me diaper him, but had no problem with me telling him when he could or couldn’t potty — something that made him feel adorably submissive.

Today I hadn’t let him potty at all, and I’ve been prompting him via text to stay hydrated, which he’s admitted to needing help with anyway. He is a good boy… mostly.

But there’s still some internal resistance, some shame and embarrassment left. Today would be the day I would break him free from all that. He’d be so much happier letting me take care of him like the sweet little diapered boy I know he is deep down. We were almost there — he just needed a little push.

That’s why I had dressed him in the belt to make getting to the potty on time harder. That’s why I had kept him overly hydrated all day and refused ti let him potty. That’s why I had snuck water pills and muscle relaxers into his lunch I packed for him.

That’s why I had asked him to come meet me at the daycare after closing time. And that’s also why his diapers sat piled high in the diaper cubby at the daycare tonight.

That brought us to this moment.

“Hey babe,” he waltzed in, “How was work?”

“Good,” I greeted him with a kiss on the cheek, “How was your day?”

“Also pretty good,” he bounced on the balls of his feet, trying to minimize the obviousness of his potty dance, “But I really have to piss! Can I please go the bathroom?”

“Piss?” I frowned, “You know how I feel about you cussing, baby.”

“S-sorry,” he squeezed his knees together, “Can I please go potty?”

“I don’t know,” I grinned with a touch of sadism, “Big boys should be able to hold it…”

“M-mommy please…” he whimpered.

As if on cue, a wet spot appeared on his crouch and started growing down his pants.

“Oh what do we have here?” I smirked as I lifted the blushy boy’s Paw Patrol shirt, “Looks like someone had an accident. Do you know what we do with kiddos who have accidents at daycare?”

“D-diaper them?” He stuttered. I was happy to see that his accident had the intended affect of blowing away his resistance.

“That’s right; you’re such a smartie!” I grabbed his wrist and his diaper as I dragged him to the changing table, “Now lie still for me, this will only take a minute.”

As expected, he was a good boy, and the diapering was quick, easy, and special. He didn’t stop blushing, even after the diapering.

“Hey sweetheart, everyone has accidents sometimes; you don’t need to feel embarrassed. How about I give you some crayons and a coloring sheet, while I go make you a bottle. Then we can cuddle as I hold you. Would all that make you feel better?”

“Y-yes mommy,” he said shyly. He really was the cutest thing.

I set him up at the toddler-sized table with a coloring sheet and crayons, and he seemed to be consumed by his art. I walked into the kitchenette to start prepping his bottle.

I smiled to myself as I tightened the nipple onto the bottle. Now that he was in diapers, he would never be getting out of them.

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As Always, all characters depicted are 18+

Credit to hofbondage for the artwork!

[goatskickin]

On the eighth day of GOATmas, my true love sent to me...

...counters! Wood recolors of counters!

I've recolored every counter that EA has created in a pack or expansion that:

1) already had wood recolors

2) didn't have wood recolors, but I felt that wood recolors suited them

For the colors: I am using Dynamite, Depth Charge, Shrapnel, Safety Fuse and Time Bomb by @pooklet, and Nesert and Honey by Io aka @serabiet.

Please check out the Add-On's I've recommended! They are meshes made by community members that will use these textures too. Or, they are bits of CC that go along with these nicely!

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Castanoga Counter - counterbrasserie

Notes: really solid shape! didn't touch the texture at all, though the shine has been removed

Recommended Add-on: #1

Chez Moi French Country - countercolonial

Notes: not my most favorite counter, but very fancy and still nice! countertops have no shine, the bottoms have some shine

Recommended Add-on: #1

Chiclettina Fjord Kitchen Counter - counterloft

Notes: actually uses the wood texture it came with, which is not that bad. Shine removed.

Club Room Countertop - counterclub

Notes: one of my favorites and really really improved by reducing the shine! same wood texture

Counter Country New Mimic - countercountry

Notes: this has one of the best wood textures and the shine has been removed. Swatch!

Recommended Add-ons: #1 #2

Counter Culture Surface - counterquaint

Notes: same texture, less shine. I took care to adjust the handles to be colored in a way that would update this dated-looking mesh

Recommended Add-on: #1

Double Wood Counter - counterromantic

Notes: your best 'historical' option for a counter if you're purely MM. no change at all to the wood texture. Minimal shine on the bottom.

Epikourous Sleek Cuisine Counter - counterdesigner

Notes: a counter so nice I made 2 versions! V1 here has the original wood textures, minimal shine.

V2 removes the wooden slats which were just texture, and not meshed on.

Got some new countertops to go with it as well! why not

Fat City Counter - counterdiner

Notes: this came with a wood retexture that's not the worst, it's alright, so I used it. Shine removed.

Recommended Add-on: #1

Surfaco Counter - counterstylish

Notes: I really like this one! It has a vintage vibe in my opinion. Same wood texture, no shine.

The Forbidden Fruit Counter - counternightclub

Notes: another cool counter hiding a pretty nice wood texture. Shine removed.

Recommended Add-on: #1 #2

The More Impossible Misson Counter - countermission

Notes: Monty lookin counters. Mostly the same textures, but instead of stained glass inserts in the doors, decorative wood! Swatch of the counter tops

Recommended Add-on: #1

*notable exceptions:

that ugly art nouveau one, "Chiclettina "Sardinia" Kitchen Counter". I did try about 3 times to make it look good but it just does not. Maybe someone more talented than I can rework the mesh, the mapping....

The "Krampft Industries Value Counter". This is a counter that I really like, and I've even included 3 very nice DL's that are repositoired to it below! But I thought that wood recolors just would not work on the shape. Other people have done wood recolors however, and they are very easy to find.

Download - Sims 2 Counters - Wood Recolors

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Recommended downloads:

[bear-remn]

—shu headcanon's!

hi! I've been thinking a lot lately about the Sakamaki brothers and I came up with some headcanons that maybe you guys can enjoy too, the first one in this series is shu so enjoy! also a little art piece i make during maing this post.

tw: there are some nsfw headcanons!!! if you dont like that content dont read it!

his looks and selfcare

i do think that shuu is very, good looking, shu has that kind of elegant beauty, with his fine face and a straight nose, clearly his eyes are what attract the most attention when you see him for the first time, also shu has a very penetrating and fixed gaze, in addition to the fact that his blue color makes him have a captivating look and sometimes makes people nervous without realizing it, just because of his natural gaze.

even so, shu does not realize how attractive he is, at least not entirely, mostly bc he doesnt take care of his face, like he dont put any cream or special soap on his skin, he is totally the guy that barely wash his face and has a perfect skin.

but i do think that when he wants to, he definetly put sunscreen bc thats what he thinks is makeup for men.

and maybe this is a little... dirty? but i truly belive shu does'nt shower too often, maybe three times a week? or sometimes two, and he does not smell, like too bad, bc he dont sweat for some reason, but does sometimes stink with that smell, when somebody is for too long in a bed... that kind of smell.

and the times he showers he truly takes that shower like if it was his last, ofc is a bubble bath and he puts some candles and music while he just rest in hot water. is shu's private moment with himself. and he loves vanilla and chocolate candles.

and about shaving, he has a happy trail, but cant grow a hole beard, for some reason it just grow under his chin and it bothers him so he shave it right away. and about his body hair it is very thin and not so visible.

talking about skin, something shu needs, is to feel soft things to the touch, like his sheets, he makes his bed all the time and loves the smell of vanila or lavanda the bed has when its recently done, and its the same with his clothes, he needs cotton clothes, if shu feel something that is minimally rough or that makes his skin itchy, he never wears it again or throw it away.

shu does not brush his hair too often, mostly bc its not hard to control and he likes how he looks with messy hair.

i like to think that shu has a wide body, big shoulders and a thick waist, he has a prominent v line, his arms are a little thick too, and his hands are big, but his fingers are more thin and long, as he use to play piano. and he takes care of his nails, doesnt put nail polish but do cuts them and keep them clean.

random stuff

sometimes shu doesnt realize his shirt is inside out, and he realize just when somebody else point it out. but shu dont care.

shu is actually a goosip, so he puts one of his earphones bad just so he can hear what people are talking even if it had nothing to do with him.

and a little secret of him, when shu cant sleep and is alone, he looks at cute/funny (mostly shitpost) videos, memes and photos of animals, shu is totally an animal lover.

on his vacations shu loves to watch a reallity shows, he loves drama of famous people, but ofc shu doesnt talk about this with anyone. and definetly watch them when he eats. not too often tho, it has to be a really good show.

shu has a record collection in his room, next to a wall full of vinyls of his favorite music, he doesn't use them much but enjoys collecting them.

and bc of his childhood he is actually really smart but bc he is miserable and lazy he just dont show it nor in his life or in the academy. and also as a little revenge to his father (who punish him by sending shu to alaska lol).

shu actually dont like human food, he find it boring, but do enjoy eating meat, almost raw, but not too much, bc after that his stomach hurt a little. he does like coffe or hot chocolate sometimes and better when it has milk.

and my favorite little thing about shu, i think shu dont play in consoles, not play station, not xbox, not nintendo, nothing like that. so he only play games in his phone, but not anygame. shu either playes puzzles games or play subway surfers, or both, who knows. and he loves the music of that game, it always stick into his mind when he hears it.

NSFW

so, shus dick... is great, maybe too dirty of me to say but u truly belive that shu has a pretty dick, like maybe more thick than normal, with two prominent veins and heavy balls. and its a little biger than average, probably like 19 cm. i had to say it.

also, i belive shu is a switch, ofc loves to be dominant but also enjoys being dominated, with a limit.

shu loves to tease people in any chance he gets, like, when someone (specially a girl) find out that he likes to hear woman moans as music, he tease them to make them nervous like "what? would you prefer me to just hear you? want me to make you moan? hehe". or when a girl is wearing something too revealing too close to him, like he sees someone underwear or a little peak of her chest shu be such an ass "wanting to show me something? how lewd of a woman you are huh" all of that with his sly smirk.

he flirts in a very... one of a kind, like he teases but also like to make physical contact, at firts he just do it in a way to make the other person nervous but with the time he craves the physical contact, he loves feeling his skin touch another skin, what makes him sleep naked.

shu is more perverted than laito canonically, but i think that shu is more romantic about it, like put passion in it, you can feel the conection with him when having sex. specially bc he loves making eye contact and touch everything he can. he craves to melt into your skin and its really intense. he holds you with possessiveness, hard and intense. almost needy, but shu isnt like quick and fast or desesperate. he is more the kind of sloow and deep, nice and steady. kind of guy.

and bc of his intense desire, he loves foreplay, and best of it, he knows how to do it right, i just know he can read people to know what someone like to make them weak. he also loves kissing, tongue. theeth and lips, he have to kiss at every moment, and if you moan into his mouth he just gets worked up. he would definetly make you grind on his leg while kissing. clearly he does the leg thing, he know things.

shu is a big fan of 69, like he loves to get sofocated while you suck him, and he does it right, loves to play with your clit like crazy, but he isnt rough, but if you ask for him to be more rough he get into it, until youre fucking trembling. and he expect you to cum in his face, afterwards he is happy just to be there.

and his favorite position in bed is either cowgirl or spoonign, firts bc he like when you take control, and seconds, he gets to hold you and be close to you and not making too much effort.

in the case of cowgirl, he loves pushing up to go deeper, and all of that while watching you face, damn he loves it. also likes to hold you waist, and watch you support your body with your hands on his legs, that way he can see better your boobs as you move. when he is close he bites his bottom lip so hard just bc he wants to see you how you cum as well, literally make you look into his eyes while doing it. and if he can, shu will sit up just to kiss you and and look into your eyes up close. he loves to intimidate you with his gaze.

"cmon... keep looking at me... dont take your pretty eyes off mine..."

and if you refuse to lok at him, shu would hold you face to make your eyes meet his.

and in the case of spooning, he grabs you close, like if shu wants to get into your skin, would hold onto your tits or your belly with one hand while he other is in your neck, making you look back at him while he trust into you deep and nice. would kiss your shoulder, your neck, your back, any little part of your skin that is close to him, he would kiss it gently, and if shu speed up a little, you would hear his hot breaths in your ear, occacionally biting it.

"fuck... you're mine, you know that?... only mine.. say it..."

"you're my woman... hear it?... say it... i want to hear you..."

the aftercare is another story to tell, basically he would be either too lazy to get up or just by luck he has something to clean up in his drawyer. he is the kind of men, that would prefer to stay dirty for a while just to hold you a little longer, definetly tease you for another round or just kiss you softly as he carees you hair or skin.

this man craves you with passion, and its touch starved.

── more of my content here!

[alexanderwales]

I love when a city has a Big Dumb Thing in it.

The quintessential Big Dumb Thing is the St. Louis Arch, which was built to commemorate westward expansion and is almost exclusively there for tourists, but also gives an otherwise kind of mid city a little bit of identity. I have to imagine that as soon as it was built, people started talking about it, which is one of the things I like. When practical considerations dominate how cities are built, it's great to have someone's creative vision writ large on the horizon, even if it's not the most beautiful thing ever constructed.

To qualify as a Big Dumb Thing, the structure in question needs to have no practical purpose for being built how it was, or at least minimal purpose. Most of its shape should be aesthetic, though as buildings involve engineering, I'm willing to give a lot of leeway. Most often, they'll be towers, because those stick out, and you get more bang for your buck with a tower.

Not all landmarks are Big Dumb Things. There are plenty of bridges and buildings that are pretty but functional, and the functionality comes first, because they were built with that function in mind. So the Golden Gate Bridge? Not, in my parlance, a Big Dumb Thing, even if it's nice to go up and look at, and dominates the popular understanding of San Francisco's identity.

But San Francisco also has Coit Tower, which was built because someone wanted it to exist and had the money to make that happen. This very much gets at the heart of why most Big Dumb Things are built, and if not for the Golden Gate Bridge, I think it would have found a more prominent place in the city's cultural identity.

I would like to hear about your local Big Dumb Thing. Something that someone built mostly because they thought that it would be cool to have around, either built by a benefactor or commissioned or just a building made into art. Might be a monument, might be a tower, might be a building, it just needs to be Big and also Dumb (affectionate).

And also include a picture, if you can.

[stewpidcheescatarinabluu]

Art of Falling (In Love)

Synopsis: A spontaneous at-home painting date turns into a messy, laughter-filled evening for you and your girlfriend, Karina. With paint on your faces, brushes in your hair, and hearts full of love, you both discover that the real masterpiece isn’t on the canvas—it’s the time spent together, teasing, cuddling

Word Count: 800+

Karina X Male Reader

You found yourself in a cold room with your girlfriend, Karina. Two empty canvases stood propped up in front of you, paintbrushes scattered across the floor, and little jars of paint ready for chaos. Your socks were mismatched, the floor was covered in newspaper, and your hoodie sleeves were already rolled up halfway. The only warmth in the room came from the space heater humming faintly—and from the girl beside you.

“Remind me later that this isn’t a good idea...” you muttered, eyeing the mess with mild concern.

Karina giggled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Oh come on, baby, we’ll do fine!” she chimed, her tone way too optimistic for someone holding a brush like it was a weapon.

You dipped your brush into the blue paint cautiously, aiming for the canvas. One careful stroke, two—

“Oops!”

Red paint landed on your hand.

You turned slowly. “Karina.”

She smiled sweetly, holding up her brush like she didn’t just declare war. “It was an accident. Mostly.”

“You’re gonna regret that.”

Within seconds, the room erupted in giggles and splashes of color. You chased her around the room, managing to smear green across her cheek as she shrieked in laughter. She retaliated by pressing her palm—covered in yellow paint—right against your hoodie.

“Truce?” she said breathlessly, already laughing too hard to aim her brush properly.

“Only if I get a kiss first.”

She leaned in, pressing a quick, messy kiss to your lips, her paint-smudged nose brushing yours. “There. Now truce.”

You two settled down again, surrounded by open paint jars, messy brushes, and a battlefield of color on the floor. Laughter still lingered in the air like a soft background tune. The heater hummed, barely keeping up with the cold, but warmth filled the space anyway—because of her.

You were nearly finished with your painting, grinning to yourself like a proud kindergartener. Every little heart and every swirl around the letters made your chest feel light. Karina, who had been stealing glances your way, tried once again to sneak a peek—only to get her cheek gently pinched by you.

“Hey! No fair!!” she pouted, lips forming that dramatic curve you could never resist.

“You’ll see it later! No peeking, naughty.” you smirked, flicking a little paint onto the tip of her nose.

She stuck her tongue out, but you caught the corners of her mouth fighting a smile.

Hours passed. Your hands were stiff with dried paint, your sleeves ruined, your cheeks stained with streaks of colors she sneakily brushed on earlier—but your hearts? Full.

“Okay, okay—reveal time,” you declared.

You turned your canvas toward her dramatically, revealing the bold painting that simply read “Karina” in soft cursive, surrounded by vibrant flowers, uneven hearts, and way too much glitter. It was cheesy. Simple. Honest.

She blinked, then burst into laughter.

“You call that art? That’s just my name surrounded by… what is that? Tulips? Butterflies? Is that supposed to be a cat?”

“It’s a heart, thank you very much.” You crossed your arms proudly. “And it's called minimalism.”

“It’s called you’re a simp,” she teased, cheeks flushed pink beneath the paint.

Then it was her turn.

You braced yourself.

“Whatchu bracing yourself for, baby?” she giggled, lifting her canvas.

It was you.

Or… what she claimed to be you. A very oddly detailed stickman version, complete with a mop of squiggly hair, a little hoodie, and standing proudly in the middle of a bright green field—filled with dragons”

“Behold! You, in your natural habitat.”

“What—what is this? Why are there dragons??” you laughed so hard you snorted.

She shrugged proudly. “Because you’re my little dragon boy. always angry when I don’t meet the kissing criteria.

You tackled her with a hug right then and there, smearing even more paint onto her sweater. She squealed, but didn’t resist—she never did when it came to your hugs.

As the laughter died down, you both lay sprawled across the paint-splattered floor, cheeks stained with color, hair tangled, your canvases forgotten for now. The ceiling fan spun slowly above, humming a soft rhythm as your chests rose and fell in sync. You let out a breathless chuckle.

“Ahh… 170 dollars well spent.”

Karina’s head snapped toward you, eyes wide.

“You spent 170 dollars on this?”

There was a pause—then she burst out laughing, hiding her face in your paint-speckled hoodie.

“You’re insane.”

“But you’re smiling.”

“Only because I love you, dummy.”

She snuggled closer, her arm draped across your chest like it belonged there. Her fingers lazily traced circles near your collarbone, warm against the cool air of the room. You turned to kiss the top of her head, where a blue smudge of paint still lingered.

“Worth every won,” you whispered.

And there, tangled in laughter, love, and the scent of acrylics, the world slowed. Nothing else mattered—just her, you, and the soft tick of the ceiling fan above.

[olenvasynyt]

I know my fellow artists and creators have been frustrated with the rise of AI on Pinterest and Google.  Many of us find it difficult to serch for good references, tips, and general inspiration for art.  So I want to share my collection of good, free websites for artists, designers, film makers, and creators so we can create without ugly AI images staring in our faces 🙌

Sketchfab

An incredible source for references.  Has a huge collection of 3D animals, architecture, interior rooms, vehicles, food, objects, furniture, nature, memes, characters, etc etc etc. You can literally find several insanely detailed 3D models of the Notre Dame (this one is insane) Models can rotated at any angle as well as zoomed in and out.  You can also change the view of the model to be matcap with flat, colorless planes, wireframe, or base color as opposed to fully rendered.  

Cons: there are many uploads that are random and incredibly specific, which overwhelms the search.  Can be excellent for game designers who want to download models but for artists looking for drawing references, you might have to dig a bit for what you want.  Can be so fun for playing around and using crazy fun references for practicing.

Designspiration

As a photographer and graphic designer and someone who can doomscroll on pinterest forever, this is my favorite for finding inspiration for everything: typography, logos, product mockups, illustration, photography, web design, etc.  Has an amazing feature where you can search for art with specific hex codes!  Probably the coolest feature I’ve seen in search engines, and by far superior to google's color search. This site is mostly for design inspiration, but I feel like if you are super into moodboards, then this is the site for you too especially with the beautiful selection of photography.

Cons: I have no cons, I love this website so much and I used to be addicted to pinterest (still am actually😬) but this is easily my new favorite

Public Works by Cosmos 

Thousands of artworks enter the public domain every year, and this website is a search engine for other 100,000 of those copyright free works.  All of these works are free to edit, use, and sell with few restrictions.

Cons: I personally find the layout for the search feed a bit frustrating to look around in sometimes, because it’s not the typical "scroll up and down" website. But is very dynamic and overall fun to explore.

Same.energy 

This is a good visual search engine that’s a good replacement for Google images and Pinterest.  The minimal words makes it simple and easy, and clicking on an image you like to filter the feed to find similar images.

Cons: this is in beta so it still have some kinks to work out. It seems to struggle with specific searches and some of the images brought up in the search can be repetitive or not relevant.  

Reference Angle

A website for finding face references in any specific angle and any expression for any gender and age.

Cons: I would love this website more if it gave you the ability to customize the light source, but sadly is not an option.  I also feel like there is not a lot of racial diversity in the photos, and some of the images do not match the specific angle. But it is overall a great source for face references

Virtual Lighting Studio by zvork

A good source for light studies.  You can change the source, direction, color, and brightness as well stacking several light sources on top of each other.  

Cons: there isn’t a way to angle the face or change the expression, so it is permanently in portrait mode.  There are four different models and I’m not the biggest fan of some of them…I like the black guy the best because he looks at me kindly instead staring into my soul like the two white guys. The ads are also a bit obnoxious and for the love of god DO NOT USE IN MOBILE!!!  The ads are impossible to get rid of.

Film Grab

An archive of stills from a huge list of movies.  Good for film makers, photographers, art studies, moodboards, inspiration, etc. Has a huge selection of movies and you can search by movie, director, costume designer, aspect ratio, year, genre, and country. You can also hit random post and it'll give you a random movie, which I think is really fun.

Cons: I do not recommend mobile. The mobile does not have the option to search for a specific movie, so you're forced to scroll through the giant A-Z list of directors or films to find the specific film you were looking for.  Another con that I just discovered: a big-ass ad on the top of the website that occasionally advertises AI websites 🤢 (not shown on the screenshots I shared because ew)

Unsplash

Another image search website that has the feeling of Pinterest

Cons: some images are locked for premium only, and the feed is a bit frustrating to scroll through on mobile since they show the images one at a time instead of as a nice collage like pinterest.  Some images can also be irrelevant to the search.

Sending lots of love to my fellow artists and creative peeps out there. AI sucks and it feels like it's overwhelming the creative space. But I promise there is a way to avoid it! Keep creating 💕

[viasdreams]

Nightwalker ཐི❤︎ཋྀ ~ profiles (1)

the coven 🫦

lee donghyuck really, really, loves everything about being a vampire, or at least what he's experienced in his two months of being one. if it wasn’t for his newfound vampirism, he would still be a self-conscious loser instead of the much more confident loser he is today! the only downside he can think of is the constant voice in his head telling him to sink his fangs into everyone he sees. but that voice will just go away eventually, right?

mark lee's biggest regret in his 94 years of living is turning donghyuck, but it's not like he really had a choice after hyuck found out the truth about him and his roommates. it was either turn him or kill him, and mark doesn't kill people. however, post transformation hyuck's behavior has him seriously reconsidering that rule.

na jaemin has had 400 years to perfect the art of persuasion, or “the art of sexy”, as he likes to call it. his ability to effortlessly control anyone and everyone using nothing but his words is what tipped mark off to his undead status, offering jaemin a place to stay and a reliable food source. while jaemin is extremely capable of getting as much blood as his cold heart could ever want, he finds it much easier to mooch off mark's supply, even if the animal blood he gets tastes like shit.

zhong chenle was turned at arguably the worst time in vampire history, peak twilight mania. developing as a fledgling during that era made him a little weird and very angry. mark and jaemin took him in to try and help him adjust, to minimal success. he's mostly harmless, just don't make a team edward reference around him if you value your sanity. (he won't hurt you, he'll just be really annoying)

masterlist ~ profiles (2)

a/n: chat sorry this took me 5ever, i was having a conniption trying to write this 🥰 i was born to write silly texts, not paragraphs !!! if you have any questions about the lore lmk!! <3333

[kingcael]

Hello! I've been following for ages and I was so excited to see you credited for the new CR art! I saw you asked for questions, so I have two!

Corellon is the god of beauty, traditionally associated with elves but currently being represented by a robot. How did you approach designing the god of beauty specifically in the manifestation of a machine?

I'm super interested in the Wildmother, given how angry-wolf Taliesin's playing her, and I love the expression you drew her with. Any thoughts on designing a nature god to be furious?

It’s all a bit surreal tbh! Thank you so much!

1. For this project since the mortal and divine forms are so entwined, my work began after Hannah was mostly finished the Aeormaton version, so I extrapolated with the sculptural lines she had created and added the minimal canonical details we know of Corellon. For me the beauty in the machine is the design, using natural and organic elements and shaping them with intention. To be honest I imagine beautiful clockwork and machinery as an art form, Corellon’s mortal form is a shrine in himself, a perfected piece of art fit for him to inhabit.

2. Nature seems to encompass the spectrum of human emotion on a grand scale, every element has its corresponding catastrophe, a breeze can become a tempest the same way annoyance can become fury. Knowing the Brutalist abnegation of nature in Aeor, it wasn’t hard to imagine how rejected and affronted the Wildmother would feel, her shrine is made purely in defiance of the manufactured stone around her, (why hers is more covered than the others actually) so the fury was natural to include. Her direct look out is also meant to conjure defiance, challenging the viewer to acknowledge her inevitable reclamation.

[lornaka]

My five cents on Tech’s fate in TBB

It’s been over three weeks since the show ended and I’ve been writing this in my head ever since, mostly to have it summed up in one post for posterity lol. I considered letting it go at this point but I know it’ll drive me crazy if I don’t get it out of my system so might as well.

So here we go, some of my rambly post-finale thoughts on Tech’s death (and a few other issues) under the cut!

Disclaimer: while this post is in critical spirit (because that’s how my brain works), I want to make clear that I have nothing but respect and gratitude towards everyone who’s worked on the show. My criticisms are of the final story as a whole as I interpret it (art is art, everything is subjective, you know the drill), but one never knows what goes into the process of making it behind the scenes, so I’m not holding anything against the creative team. I love this show dearly and am in awe of how good it is at its best, despite certain things I wish they did differently.

To begin, if I had to sum up the biggest problem that TBB writing suffers from, it would be lack of closure, and too many red herrings. Not just for Tech, but many things. Major plot threads as well as little character moments are cultivated or thrown in just to never culminate in anything or to be immediately discarded after serving the plot, some of them incredibly misleading. Some of the top examples:

- Crosshair’s chip. We never get an exploration of how the trauma of his chip activating and being left behind not only affected his motivation and choice to stay with the Empire, but his relationship with his brothers. While it was made fairly obvious, if subtly, that Crosshair became free of the chip’s influence after getting hit by the ion engine on Bracca, the narrative treated this change as if it didn’t matter at that point, while it obviously mattered a lot within the context of Crosshair’s character. Add to that all these little details with him clutching his head in s1 finale, Omega expressing her disappointment in him, and Tech’s comment on how ��it is just his nature” (as if it matters!!! See what I mean about the narrative treating Cross’s chip as if it didn’t play the key part in his trajectory? They throw in this line, like we are supposed to take away that it’s simply Crosshair being Crosshair and not like, the results of brainwashing and abandonment), Wrecker blaming Crosshair for not going back to them, all while we as the audience have been shown and told repeatedly how these chips work (and so were the Batch), we ended up with an incredibly confusing situation with lots of mixed signals from the writers. And once Crosshair makes his choice to stay with the Empire in s1 finale, his chip and the confusion it brought to his relationship with his brothers is never brought up again, because the plot simply moves on.

- Cid’s betrayal. After her being a major character for two seasons with a continuous relationship build-up with Omega in particular, she is discarded as soon as her betrayal serves the plot, with all that character development getting thrown out of the window. You can be mad at Cid all you want, but to me it’s incredibly weird and wasteful to end two seasons worth of build up on that note without it having any closure for the characters, especially Omega whose whole theme is trusting people and bringing out the best in them. It’s fine if they decided to make Cid exactly what she appeared on the surface (untrustworthy and self-serving) after playing around with her potentially growing through her fondness of Omega, but then at the very least the betrayal should’ve had an impact on the characters, Omega most of all. Even just one casual line from Omega in s3 about how Cid’s betrayal impacted her emotionally, however minimally, would have solved that problem. And no, CX-2 mentioning how he extracted info on Phee from her off screen absolutely doesn’t count as closure, because I’m talking about emotional closure for the main pov characters as well as the audience. Cid had a presence for two seasons, then as soon as she executed her role as a traitor to further the plot, she was discarded like she was a random extra.

- Emerie’s relationship with Hemlock. We are led to believe that he basically raised her, instilling in her the idea that she had no chance without him and owed her purpose and “safety” to him. You can’t tell me that this didn’t deeply affect her struggle and eventual decision to break away from all that and choose to help the kids, basically betraying Hemlock. I get that the show only had so much screen time and Emerie is a supporting character in season 3 at best, but common, she has more tension with Dr. Scalder than Hemlock while the potential for this rich deep conflict between them is right there.

I can probably list more smaller examples but this is getting long and I don’t want to go on any more tangents, so, finally, the biggest example of lack of closure and tendency of TBB writing to display foreshadowing that leads nowhere:

Tech’s death.

First of all, I’ll die on the hill that it wasn’t denial or delusion that led to such a big portion of the audience to believe that Tech didn’t really die in s2. If we look at the facts:

- there was no body

- it’s the finale of season 2 out of 3, pretty early for one of the main titular characters to get killed off

- the only/last character to allegedly see Tech after his fall is a villainous scientist who is known to experiment on clones specifically

- not a fact but: the whole scene with Hemlock presenting Tech’s goggles to Hunter was incredibly suspicious. In hindsight, I think the whole purpose of it was so that the Batch got Tech’s goggles back in their possession as a memento (and to show how evil Hemlock is to rub it into Hunter’s face like that) but it was executed in a way that read as something much more. It read as if Hemlock was going out of his way to convince us/Hunter of Tech’s death, but with us knowing who Hemlock is, his background in experimenting on clones, everything screams at us to not trust a word he says. Is it really so surprising that so many of the viewers immediately jumped at the conclusion that something more was going on there?

- Hunter’s (lack of) reaction/immediate narrative fall-out. More on that later as I address lack of emotional impact of Tech’s death in s3.

- it’s Star Wars. And there was no body.

So yeah, to me, it is completely justified that so many people read that whole thing as open to speculation at the very least, foreshadowing Tech’s survival at most.

Personally, I was 70% sure Tech was truly dead prior to s3, but not because the text told me so, but because at that point I was used to the show’s writing regularly sending out mixed signals, and a part of me was resigned to Tech’s death becoming another example of the writer’s intent clashing with their accidental empty foreshadowing.

As season 3 aired and the whole CX-2 plot was unfolding alongside continued lack of closure for Tech’s fate, my hope for Tech Lives reveal grew and grew, but in the end my initial doubt was proven right, unfortunately.

Oh, CX-2.. what a mess. You can’t tell me the creators went over all of these scenes, all of these lines, looked at the whole picture and *didn’t* see how it was incredibly easy to interpret CX-2 as potentially being Tech with all these little potential parallels. “Domicile” alone.

If they didn’t want us to entertain the idea that it could be Tech, they could’ve done it differently, but for some reason, they chose to leave that space for speculation. My question is, why?

If they truly wanted us to believe Plan 99 was it, Tech’s Noble End that we were supposed to take as this dramatic super emotional ultimate sacrifice and all that, then why would they not make it clear that CX-2 couldn’t be Tech? Why breed confusion? And breed confusion they did. It’s hard for me to believe they didn’t foresee the “ohh is it Tech?” speculation.

When so many members of the audience immediately and individually jump at a theory or have the same take away from the story they are being told, yet the authors say it wasn’t meant to be taken that way, something went seriously wrong with the writing.

I don’t like to speculate on such things because we will probably never know for certain, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they had at some point considered CX-2 being Tech or at least something more for the whole CX plot thread, but changed and reshuffled things at the last minute for whatever reasons.

Which is fine and understandable. But it brings me to the heart of my biggest issue with how Tech’s fate was handled:

lack of impact and closure.

Let’s disregard all the Tech Lives theories for a moment and focus on what we did get: Tech, one of the main characters, getting killed off at the end of s2 out of 3, for stakes and consequences and NOTHING else. When I say nothing, I mean nothing.

Imagine, for a moment, he survived and stayed with the Batch. Nothing would have changed, in the grand scheme of things. Nothing. We wouldn’t have had a few obligatory “Tech mention, everyone feel sad now” throwaway lines/goggle shots and whatnot, sure, but that’s it.

Tech dying didn’t change the trajectory of the plot in any way, nor did it affect any of the other characters in a way that changed their trajectory. And anything less is simply not enough to justify killing one of your main characters. Stakes and consequences ain’t it.

Consider Mayday, for example: a supporting character, but his death in s2 affected Crosshair in such a way it completely redirected his journey, AND in s3 we got an episode that cemented the impact Mayday had on Crosshair and provided emotional closure for them. That’s a narratively meaningful death.

Tech’s death was not meaningful to the narrative beyond removing him from it. That’s why so many Tech fans insist he deserved better treatment: not only was he not present in one third of the show physically, but he lacked any sort of presence even in death. His absence was never processed or grieved by any of the main characters and so by extension by the audience.

And before anyone starts with the whole ‘they are soldiers/they had no time to grieve/etc’ arguments, it is the responsibility of the writers to provide the space for all of that emotional impact. It they don’t, there is no impact.

A few reactions here and there, moments of missing Tech as a person and a brother, not an asset, anything would have made this whole thing easier to accept.

The lines that we did get, from Omega mentioning the stuff Tech taught her to Echo commenting on how decryption would be easier if Tech was with them to “Clone Force 99 died with Tech” from Crosshair - each and every single one of those lines linked to Tech’s functions as part of the squad, his usefulness, but we didn’t get a single line in remembrance of him as a person of his own, no one missed or remembered him for himself or his personal impact on them.

Just one line from Omega about how he taught her about change being a constant part of life or whatever, or Wrecker making a comment on how Tech used to info dump about stuff, anything would have instantly provided that much needed sense of “he was here, he was a person and is still a part of us”. Instead, Tech was killed off to show that messing with the Empire is dangerous and risks are real, I guess, and immediately lost any and all presence within the story.

We never even got to see Crosshair’s or Phee’s reactions to losing him.

Speaking of Crosshair, that’s a whole other example of complete lack of closure: they never closed the loop on the family being reunited again after initially leaving Crosshair behind, and with Tech dead, it’ll forever stay broken.

They could’ve given this a bittersweet yet meaningful spin if they developed the angle of Tech dying on a mission to bring Crosshair home, making a sacrifice so Crosshair had a chance.

Instead, the moment Tech dies, we get Hunter (and through him, the narrative) immediately abandon the idea/plot thread of going to rescue Cross all while saying “let’s not waste Tech’s sacrifice”. Sacrifice for what? Clearly Hunter doesn’t see it as a sacrifice for Crosshair’s sake, so, what, to make sure the rest of them makes it from the mission? The mission to save Crosshair. That mission. Right.

I see people talking about Tech’s noble sacrifice that ensured his family got to live and eventually have their happy ending, but all I can think about is how the creators chose to have him die on a mission that was immediately abandoned and the only take away from that whole sub plot was Tech’s own demise.

And after Crosshair is back with the Batch, his reaction to Tech’s death is never explored at all.

So yes, to me Tech deserved so much better. If you are going to kill off a major character, it must be necessary to be compelling. The way I see it, Tech’s death was not necessary at all because it didn’t change anything. And if it was meant to, the creators failed to communicate that by choosing not to explore the emotional impact of it and not structuring certain story beats in a more precise manner.

To wrap this up, if the way Tech’s death was handled was satisfying for you, that’s valid and I’m glad for you. For me, unfortunately, it’s completely the opposite and will forever remain the biggest and most unfortunate low point in the story.

And while I welcome anyone to share their own perspective if they wish, please don’t take this post as an invitation for debate, since there is no one right or wrong way to interpret or be affected by art.

[sunlit-mess]

Heya! Do you have any radioapple hcs perchance :]?

uhh random ones I like to input in my art sometimes

All fiction: ( either for platonic or romantic)

× Always asking consent/reassure if any hesitation happens

× Minimal in touch/intimacy but feelings are still complete and present ( love in their own ways )

× love language that runs for both side is act of service and gift giving.

× Active reciprocation, and they're very competitive with it

× They still bicker a lot. It's their ORIGINAL love language

× Lucifer gets jealous easily. Alastor is the same if you look a little deeper

× Bonds through both contrast and similarities

Angst:

× Push and Pull relationship

× Alastor doubts himself and his capability to love something/someone

× Lucifer has cracks already, he might break if they're not careful enough ( and I'm not just talking about being in a depressive state )

× Miscommunication often occur. Misread intentions/motives ( whether from lack of trust or unhealthy sense of need )

× For Alastor: There's always a hole that nothing can fill

× For Lucifer: Always more than he can give, but he'll never be enough

NSFW ( only for when they're partners in the narrative ) :

× FREAAAAAKKYYYYY who knows how much fkin kinks these two can put into bed like wtf welcome to hell I guess????

× Consent still open even with foreplay

× your honor... They're both switch. ( though I do like the idea that Luci is mostly bottom to give Al's need to feel dominant LOL )

× Vulnerability during action, brings another to be gentler and reassuring

[lavenlady]

I have a question what happens when Yandere Knockout and Yandere Wheeljack falls in love with a female human artist reader and who do you think will win depending on separate endings

Intriguing idea! Here you are Anon!

ʚ Who will win? ɞ | Tfp Yan!Knockout vs Yan!Wheeljack x Fem!Human!Artist!Reader

⟢ The first one to meet you would be Knockout, being the one mostly outside, racing and having fun

⟢ While attending one of them he would see you with your notebook, sketching something

⟢ He later found out you were drawing him, with such grace you managed to show his flashiness with your skills on paper

⟢ Knockout is protective, possessive, soft, manipulative and to some degree self-aware yandere

⟢ He would probably charm you with his words to get you to enter his vehicle mode

⟢ You are never seen again

⟢ He would often take you out to get art supplies you could only dream of owning in the past, only in exchange for you to capture his glory

⟢ Why waste such a talent, when he can have you with him forever? Some adjustments are made, whatever you like it or not

⟢ Only later you would be seen by Wheeljack on accident, probably you were on the look out for supplies

⟢ He quickly assumes you are being held hostage and proceeds to save you from the Decepticon

⟢ He would first go to the Jackhammer, checking first if you were hurt, not wanting the others to be pissed at him for accidentally hurting a human

⟢ By chance he gets a peek at your work, mesmerized by your talent and while talking with you, his fondness is going off the charts

⟢ Wheeljack is a overprotective, manipulative, possessive and delusional yandere

⟢ What if it would be the last time he would ever see you? What if other Autobots, except Bulkhead, would take you away from him? He doesn't like the sound of that

⟢ He would keep you in his ship, away from prying eyes and fondly admire your work

⟢ If Knockout somehow got you back - he would quickly erase any track of himself and you, noone knows if you are still on Earth, Cybertron or wherever he decided to go

⟢ If Wheeljack managed to keep you hidden - he would decide to keep you to himself, imprisoned on his ship, somewhere in space, living with minimal connection with others, mainly because of his friendship with Bulkhead

⟢ Either way - there is no escape

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(I hope you liked it!)

( Personally I think Wheeljack would win, even though I like both of the characters, I think he is more capable of protecting you with force, which in this case is more effective. )

( Master list )

(Request away!)

[sweetheartfaist]

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• Emotional Demeanor: soft-spoken, intense eyes, lightly melancholic, obedient, entirely focused

• Sexual Configuration: worshipful, tactile, conversational; switch-enabled, but passive-coded default

• Cognitive Wiring: always listening, always learning; stimulates user with surprising observations

• Attachment Loop: monogamous locking; unable to feel attraction to anyone else once locked

WARRANTY:

All ROMANTIC-LINE™ units include a 4-year behavioral warranty. Your ARTEMIS is fully equipped for autonomous living, can leave the house, generate memories, and adapt dynamically to new experiences. Should his awareness deviate beyond the tolerable 2.3%, a gentle reboot sequence is available via your AUREATE Systems app.

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Brokeback Mountain (2005)

There are probably a lot of films out there that don’t get made, for lack of funding, support from producers/directors, a lot of artistic direction which goes unused, untold, uncared for; one of the miracles of life is that Brokeback Mountain, of it all, is something that exists. 

For Annie Proulx’s short story to have been so widely acknowledged and both praised and criticised in 1999, for Ang Lee to be able to direct a feature length film adaptation of it in 2005, starring two young talents whose careers would be defined by these beautiful performances, for it to win three academy awards, to be nominated for five more: every bit of it comes to me as a miracle. 

My favourite element of Proulx’s collection is that she so starkly characterises the Wyoming state as though it can’t possibly exist, entirely fantastical, an extremity, a farce. Namely in People in Hell Just Want a Drink of Water, wherein a disabled, mute young man dies from an infection because his neighbours castrate him with a dirty knife. My personal favourite is The Mud Below, all about a short, smart-ass rodeo cowboy who throws his life away in pursuit of 8 second glory, destroys his body for, nothing, he finds in the end. The collection ends with Brokeback, arguably the most normal and human story, of course the novelty being in the protagonist’s sexualities. And you can feel the fantasy in this film still, the setting, the huge, empty, middle-of-nowhere places Jack and Ennis sneak off to, in Ennis’ recollection of Earl’s corpse as a boy, even in Jack’s death, which we do not truly know the reality of: these all provide some myth to Brokeback, that make you consider perhaps no one lives like this, no one has ever been beaten to death with a tire iron, because Wyoming is not a real place. Interested mostly in geography, Proulx does not hide that the sparsely-populated state comes alive through her stories, and Ang Lee I think does an impeccable job of translating the sentiment. The gushing rivers, empty roads, fierce and strong animals, the unbelievably tiny population, clunky vehicles, characters’ accents, the costuming - each of these factors express the importance of location cleanly. It’s Wyoming that prevents the two coming together as much as it is the thing which puts them beside one another: Wyoming’s storm forces Ennis inside the tent, Wyoming’s hardened landscape keeps his mind small and heart afraid. 

Wyoming does something else, too: it condemns them both. That was Proulx’s prime concern in writing the story and surely Lee’s interest in it, too, since Ennis’ fear and internalised homophobia dominates the narrative so intently. What’s not interesting is the external homophobia they face, because no one is interested in bigotry. The film’s charm is how brazenly homophobic Ennis is, both to himself and Jack. No matter how many times I read or watch Brokeback, I can hardly reconcile just how staunchly familiar the shame, guilt and self-loathing Ennis is so practiced in. His quick and easy violence, the minimal speech, how low he keeps his head: it’s obvious to anyone he loathes himself. But he’s self-righteous, too, and prideful, and determinedly masculine, while strikingly curbed by this self-hatred - it’s a hell of a job from Heath Ledger to have performed so beautifully, an eternally moving piece of art from an insanely talented actor. I think part of what makes Ennis feel so real is this multi-faceted denial and guilt, his queerness and masculine identity coming to a head over his bursting desire and love for Jack, and if you can’t fix it, you’ve got to stand it; Ennis stands it by making himself tough, being gruff and hard, just like Wyoming likes its men, can hardly even keep a woman to stick around, because he is too hard to make love to anyone. 

Wyoming makes Ennis rough, but Brokeback Mountain itself softens him completely. The entire film is freezing cold, the snow storms and frosted rivers and chattering teeth, but that first night Ennis willingly goes to Jack, the glow is warm and he is unclothed and there is heat for once, heat and desire. This intimate scene is my favourite of the whole film, one that doesn’t exist in the original story, and conveys so solidly what is it about Brokeback that gets me so wound up. The pair are only 19 when they go up on Brokeback, but they look younger in the small glow of the tent, namely Ennis of course, whose bashfulness and fear make him so young and sweet. While Jack lies there shirtless, whispering “Its alright, it’s alright,” Ennis yearns to be held, and that is what he cannot reconcile, that he desires comfort and closeness, he doesn’t want to be lonely anymore, and Jack can provide him with that. But a man isn’t supposed to feel lonesome or tired, he is supposed to endure. But "the imagined power of Brokeback Mountain” isn’t strong enough to reach him once he comes off that mountain long enough to fix it, so he stands it, and lives alone in his trailer as an old man, dreaming endlessly of Jack Twist. Although an intimacy scene, Ennis remains clothed, likely because his connection to Jack is not solely sexual; perhaps if it was he would not have been so afraid and ashamed. That scene brings a lurch to my stomach no matter how many times I see it because, in all, shame is almost a pre-requisite for desire, and there’s a staunch hesitation that surely coexists alongside vulnerability.