#surrounded hounded

[atlas-cian]

Very homo moment ahead!!!!

I think

My silly self forgot to draw Josh's scars. Stuff like that just happens sometimes.

More fanart for one of @bbluejoseph's works because I can't get it out of my head :]

[bbluejoseph]

seems that i have to draw Them every time i'm out of town with no wifil mao

[theotheothello]

@bbluejoseph recolored 👍

[drcaspiancrow]

YALL!!!!

MY FIC I FOLLOW UPDATED

HUZZAH!!

[somnas-writes]

Azris fic idea

Azriel and Eris are finally at the stage in their new relationship where they’re bold enough to sleep in the same bed.

Azriel doesn’t even touch Eris until he gets impatient and hugs him. Azriel absolutely melts and falls asleep so fast.

They both sleep fantastically that night, but come morning Azriel doesn’t wake up. At first Eris panicked, but upon further inspection he realizes that Azriel is in the deepest sleep ever.

On Az’s end, laying in that bed is the warmest he’s ever been and he hasn’t had a full night sleep in who knows how long— once he closes his eyes, he’s out.

He sleeps nearly three whole days, when he finally wakes up he doesn’t know where he is but he’s never felt more relieved.

[witchofthesouls]

Can we get some reactions/ interactions with fae bird fledgling Jackson and other autobots or cons?

Get ready for some cuteness and horror elements here:

Bluestreak remained languid in his berth. He didn't tense up nor hitch his doorwings at the realization that someone else was inside his hab. Instead, he linked his HUD to the hidden camera on the hanging shelf...

And then promptly hailed the Optimus from a different dimension.

Wingspan and audials flicking to the soft light show, Jack planted himself right in front of the closet that doubled as a small crystal garden that Bluestreak curated over the war. Luckily, most of it survived the crash. Only a fifth of the garden was too shattered to propagate, so Bluestreak turned the remains into Energon seasonings and flavorings - a big hit to tables as mechs had literally bulldozed each other to gain a little sense of normalcy in their fuel.

Jack softly crooned along the frequency and pitch of the crystals, enraptured by the responding vibrations that changed colors.

Apparently, Bluestreak’s open-door policy was biting him in the aft when it comes to suppressed little ones.

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As usual, Jack does his incessant cheep-cheep-cheep calls to the nearby bird feeder outside the main entrance.

Said feeder was a cute little project by Jack, a few nature-loving mechs, and humans: tall enough for a mech to easily refill it and sturdy enough to withstand its own weight and wind force.

The sparkling was adamant for cherry wood, refusing to consider anything else. Between the metal reinforcements and wood carving, it was a lovely contraption that drew more wild fauna to the Ark.

And a growing interest in bird-watching along with arts and crafts as a few began to dabble in building birdhouses.

Hound counted the usual avian companions, vivacious as well as greedy as they gobbled up the scattered seeds and pilfered bits of fried, sliced potatoes -French fries, the sparkling called them.

Jack kept singing out 'cuckoo cuckoo,' and the birds mimicked the sound. The largest of the bunch cocked its head, cackling loudly and wings flapping. Its voice eerily mimicked Jack's.

Jack then laughed. But it wasn't the sweet chime of joy, but something high and lilting. And the blackbird answered in reverb as Jack sang out, the lyrics strange as the words echoed in Hound's audials unevenly.

Cuckoo cuckoo, cherry-tree,

Good bird, tell me,

How many years do I see?

< Not yet. Not now, Wayfinder. > The bird answered back, wings spread wide, and black feathers fell from the sky. < You have many paths to travel. These stars are not yours. >

It turned its burning red gaze to Hound, shadows writhing on the ground, and he realized that he couldn't hear any background noise, only flapping wings and distant cuckoos.

< Tell me, Gatekeeper, what do you seek? > The bird spoke from an impossible mouth from its belly, wide and strange as its entails splattered out, undulating and grotesque as a talon shifted through the organs. < Tell me, Gatekeeper, what do you wish to divine? >

Hound could only watch, entranced as the creature then ate its own-

A burst of papers flew into his face, obscuring his vision for a moment, and then the usual noise of the Ark returned to his hearing.

Spark pulling odd and extremities numb, Hound leaned forward, catching Jack, who was hanging off his front, calling out anxiously. Jack climbed upward, wrapping thin arms around Hound's neck and frame purring in that self-soothing vibration.

The birdfeeder stood empty.

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The mountain lion had the most tolerating look a cat could express before melting into a loud rumbling pur as Jack purred back, scratching the animal's ears and neck.

Sideswipe was still moping that his suggestion of 'Pancake' was struck down. Sunstreaker wasn't surprised that his twin took the relocation the second hardest after the bitty and would undoubtedly be upset that he wasn't able to come spend time with the mountain lion at the reserve.

Suddenly, there was a thud, and Sunstreaker turned to the noise to see-

"What-" The frontliner didn't scream or yell. He was channeling a firm Prowl because this was a sparkling and not a transfer and so far all the internal scans hadn't pinged foreign substances within him "-is that?!"

"A deer." Jack said without missing a beat.

Sunstreaker stared, optics darting between the sparkling and the carcass. Jack happily kept petting the big cat. Nightstrike rumbled, perking up at the offering, but remaining docile and indulgent.

"And where did you get it?"

"I traded it at the rest stop."

Sunstreaker could feel the headache brewing. He was beginning to understand why Red Alert was having fits over the kid and why mechs kept rechecking beneath the tables and the ceilings.

He opened his mouth, then remembered the weird insistences by the Dinobots about canaries in the caves and the weirder Ouija board experience that everyone -humans and Cybertronians at the base that day- refuse to talk about, and immediately shut his mouth. "Okay then," Sunstreaker said, tone bland as he decided that he didn't want to know how and when the kid traded for a cat treat in an empty rest spot in the middle of nowhere.

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"Yes." Jack said, expression serious.

"No." Ratbat disagreed.

"No, feel here," Jack grabbed Ratbat's paw to run over a colorful patch where the pattern was the heaviest.

Ratbat hummed, optics dimming, audials flicked downward. "Maaaaaybe."

Jack hummed back.

"Excuse me," a human shopkeeper interrupted their exploration. "Do you two need any help?"

Jack and Ratbat shared optics for a long moment. The human stood by. It wasn't their first time doing business with the new space aliens.

Ratbat made a whistling noise, and Jack rang back in a series of chimes, almost like a laugh. The batoid sighed, pulling out a burlap sack, opening it up to reveal rust sticks, half-empty cubes, and piles of U.S. dollars. Ratbat then handed a fat wad to the shopkeeper. "I like the cubic one back there. The purple, not the red."

"Of course," the human replied. "Anything else?"

"I'm thinking of a Persian. Do you have any blue ones? Goodie?" Ratbat simply shoved a bundle of rust sticks to Jack before turning to nibble almost delicately on his own treat.

The two kept shopping as Rumble and Frenzy were destroying high scores in the arcades, unaware the youngest Cybertronians on Earth had wandered off to a warehouse.

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Slingshot was startled awake by the presence of a sudden intruder right in front of his face. Jack's sleepy expression was framed by a silver blanket and a stuffed cartoonish donkey tucked under his chin.

Slingshot immediately killed his combat-related programs.

The Aerialbot rubbed in his face, taking note that the rest of the gestalt was in their own bunk, blissfully asleep and unaware of the intruder, and grumbled without true heat, "What the hell you're doing here?"

"Papa hasn't come back yet. And Bluestreak is still away. Can I sleep with you?"

His vents huffed, and Slingshot sighed. Just when he was about to let Jack climb into his berth, an arm immediately scooped up the sparkling from above.

"C'mere, baby bird," Fireflight cooed, rustling all his blankets. Slingshot could hear his brother nestled Jack into the messy nest. "You can bunk with me."

:: No fair! :: Slingshot yelled through the private comms. :: Jack came to me first! ::

Fireflight giggled through comms and through the blankets, shifting so much that a pillow was slowly slipping out to drift into Slingshot's view.

In response, Slingshot kicked the bunk and stole the pillow.

[corellianhounds]

One of my favorite things to see in sw media is non-Force sensitives grabbing a lightsaber and just going to town. I don’t want them to be revealed to secretly have been a Force user or secretly a Jedi or ANYTHING, I don’t care or even WANT for them to be an experienced fighter at all, I want some average shmuck to grab a lightsaber whether they know whoever dropped it or not and just start whaling on people or torch-cutting a door open or welding one shut or stuffing their homie inside a dead tauntaun. Experienced sword masters are impressive but sometimes it’s just more interesting and better for the story seeing how a novice approaches the situation

[fluent-in-lesbianism]

I did a home visit with a client who had 3 pit bulls locked in the backyard and after I told her her kids had to go to relatives (meth labs in the house are a big no no) she literally opened her back gate to let her dogs out, but I was so focused on my phone calls arranging relative placements and writing up a safety plan that when I saw the dogs coming at me I just went, “hey babies! hey babies! are you good babies? you’re good babies! you’re all very good babies!’ and they all stopped at my feet and let me pet them so I continued doing my work not even realizing she fucking let them out on purpose I guess in the hopes they would maul me to death or whatever, the cops told me what she did after I was packing up to leave 😂 I was like ‘she did WHAT?!?!?’ I was so shocked lmao like wtf???

[muyru-iru]

An earnest confession

some comfort in these heavy times.

[petrichorpaws]

turbo beeb

[atlas-cian]

It might not be accurate but it was fun :)

Credits to the references and for literally creating Surrounded, hounded to @bbluejoseph !!¡

[bbluejoseph]

2k word surrounded hounded update today!

[theotheothello]

Read surrounded, hounded by @bbluejoseph recently, and I think I am an entirely new person

Something about being deeply afraid of yourself, begging others to leave you while needing them so desperately speaks to my soul, I guess.

[orangedogsquad]

Scent hound life

[hurlumerlu]

Death, despair, agony, I just found a tiny bit of wip for Bitter Bitter I had written half asleep in a random only half-blank page of my notebook - and yes riot, it was just after your wild dog comment - but instead of focusing on the lips/cheeks (that came much after), I had written :

They make a handsome couple, silhoueted by the light, like these people in american shows with their well-mowed lawn and their proper home. Curling at the feet of the bed would feel so fucking right.

and I am SO MAD at myself for forgetting about this !! Not even sure it would work with what i ended up writting but I can't believe i passed an oportunity for hound-at-the-end-of-the-bed imagery, i don't even recognize myself anymore... ma'am rosemary sutcliff I've failed you once again.

[corellianhounds]

I think a lot of the writing issues I have with the prequel trilogy is that it feels like Lucas had a lot of things he was writing towards, instead of just. starting a story and letting it develop organically all the way to the end, and it means there are Important Moments That Have to Happen, but he didn’t quite develop the buildup to and between those moments in a way that feels natural or how those people should talk and act.

That story might have worked better as a book series if he’d had time to spread the story out and actually get into the meat of the characters, but as it is the story isn’t structured very well and a lot of important things are happening offscreen, time and characters aren’t utilized well which leads to poor pacing and character development, and there’s a lot of Stuff™ that just isn’t relevant to the main plot, characters, or world