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I quite like Cybertronian!Reader, who can transform into a motorcycle. So Reader's size is just taller than a human. They can still stand in the palm of a larger Cybertronian's hand. What do you think?

TFO!Chars/Motorcycle!Reader [hcs]

tw: size difference, mentions of possessive/overprotective behavior. chars mentioned: D-16/Megatron, Orion Pax/Optimus Prime, Elita-1, B-127, Sentinel Prime, Darkwing, Airachnid. word count: ~2000 a/n: the size difference is sooo yummy  thank you for request anon

D-16/Megatron

One of the tallest from the miner gang. When D-16 finally gets his cog, be ready for a constant tease from him. I feel like cogless D-16 is the most respectful one, he understands how hard it is for you to fit in a society where physical differences play a huge role in how others would treat you. So every time you get into trouble, he will pick you up and like «my apologies!» before quickly walking away since he does NOT want to be punched for the second time this day. He is a total sweetheart, but please, don't be like Orion.

Cogged D-16 is more bold. He is happy he can finally transform, and he desperately wants to test the limits of his own powers. You might walk next to Orion and Elita-1 one moment, and then he quickly grabs you from behind, placing on his shoulder with a «here, let me help you» which is kinda sweet if you think about it.

He also has that tiny overprotective side in him, which is borders with possessiveness. If Orion tries to ask D-16 about it, he will get defensive. What is wrong with him, helping his fellow bot? He never means to disrespect you, his intentions are pure, it's just happens that he is taller and stronger than you. How ironic.

I still believe that, as Megatron, he never treats you as someone weak and unable to protect yourself. He admits that you're skilled, you are a capable warrior if necessary, but he'd rather keep you close than let you wander around others. His touch is careful, his whole servo covers most of your frame, and he loves it, but he's not sure about the others. He doesn't trust them with you. If other decepticons try to mumble even the slightest insult towards your size and alt-mode, he will act as if they dare to insult Megatron himself. [reader is hot enough to replace you whenever I choose, Starscream!]

Orion Pax/Optimus Prime

Cogless Orion is a huge troublemaker, and he is reckless, despite his good intentions. He constantly wants to prove himself, to Sentinel, to others and to you. He can see you struggle with everyday life, and he wants it to make it better for you. Orion often brings you some tiny energon cubes he stole during one of his secret visits to the archives, or maybe it's some pretty shiny thing he gets you because he knows you love it. When he sees your optics almost sparkling in amazement when he holds a trading card of Micronus Prime and you immediately go to reach it, he will be like «what's the magic wooord~?» playfully making you try and reach for it. He's not a bully, usually he quickly quits it and gives you it anyway, but he just adores that cute, tiny smile on your face.

The height difference between you and Orion once he gets his cog is even more noticeable. But after everything, there are noticeable changes in his behavior. He sees you from a little different perspective (no pun intended), and he practically looses that playful and teasing side of his now that he has many responsibilities on his shoulders.

If Megatron is a bot who prefers to hold you close to himself, standing on his shoulder, Optimus is the one who would kneel so he can look into your optics. Now that he's a Prime, a real, kind and caring one, it might feel a little different for you because with Sentinel everyone was used to looking up at him. What Prime would stand on his knees for a small bot for you? You're dear to him no matter what size you are, and he wants you to know that you're important to him.

^ a tiny addition, but he's the bot who probably would like having you on top of his alt-mode, a tiny bot on top of a truck. It gives more mobility during a fight, and he can be sure you're safe next to him. a cute sight for autobots, but a dangerous combo on the battlefield for others!

Elita-1

Elita doesn't really care if you're short or tall, she is more occupied with her own thoughts about how to deal with today's mission and get her promotion. If you do your job well and listen to her orders without being a trouble, she also has no trouble with you. She's not rude, just a busy woman who is thinking about her career, you know? But if you somehow are friends with her, she can spare a minute or two to have some rest.

I feel like she shares the overprotective trait with D-16 if you're much smaller compared to many other bots. Mines are already dangerous for everyone, so she has to keep her optics on you 24/7 so you wouldn't get in trouble, for example, if you accidentally got stuck by a rock or lost somewhere. She explains it like «I don't want to lose my chances of promotion because of you» but it is only a partially true.

Cogged Elita is as bossy and commanding as before, but now she's more open about her feelings about you. You two have some similarities between your alt-modes, you're both cybertronian motorcycles after all. << but the size difference between her and you are a little funny tbf. She might give you the same treatment as Orion with her «I am better than you» talk, but she quickly adds all your other unique abilities. You're fast, brave and strong despite your size, despite often being teased by others, you never give up and continue to fight. She's inspired, and she makes sure you know that she adores you for it. But when someone else tries to pick on you, she will punch them straight into their face.

B-127

You two are both short. Congratulations! But somehow...he's not the shortest on the squad? Bee doesn't see anything wrong with you being small, if anything, he will try to make it look like it's the coolest thing he has ever seen. He is just happy to have new friends, especially the ones who can talk back to him! like «what do you mean you can transform into a motorcycle? that's like super, mega, ultra AWESOME! can you drive while standing on your one wheel? can you do some cool trick??» he's your biggest fan.

B-127 is really touchy with you, mainly because he had never talked with other bots for cycles while being stuck on level 50. He likes to hug you, pull closer to himself, and nuzzle his cheek against your helm, sometimes even doing it without realizing it because he has so much energy and affection he has to release, and you're just around him...it's hard not to give you some love.

This guy probably makes you his victim of loooong, long talks. He will keep you close to himself, and you just HAVE to listen to him talking about Steve, how he struggles to pick a new nickname for himself, and how happy he is to have a cog and finally work for the government...! Bee is very enthusiastic, it doesn't hurt at all, but he has this death grip around your frame that you have no chance but to listen to him. He probably doesn't realize that he holds you, maybe he's unconsciously a little scared of being left all alone.

Sentinel Prime

That man is a bastard. And a huge prick. If he chooses to let you have your own cog, that's probably for his own amusement. I mean, with or without a cog, what difference would it make for him? If anything, he might accidentally kick or step on you if he wasn't careful enough, so consider yourself lucky because he was in a good mood to spare your life. Maybe with a cog, you would be more useful for him?

Personally, see him as a bot who would have you on his shoulder/palm while posing for some photo just because he wants to look like a very respectful guy. Look at him, some tiny two-wheeler and THE Sentinel Prime? Ohh he's so kind and caring for all of his citizens! But he just does this for a boost of confidence and support from other bots. Whatever helps him rule over Iacon and get energon faster?

In private, if you have a closer relationship with him, I can definitely see him loving your small frame the most. Other bots I mentioned before pay a little to no attention to it, for Sentinel this is a thing that makes him feel even more powerful.

He's careful around you, his touch is gentle and soothing, but in his mind, it's tempting and hot; one wrong move, and he can easily damage you, but he never does it because he is in control. You're lucky he likes you or just finds you amusing to keep around. He's a control freak.

^ definitely into holding you on his lap if he has a chance. you can mind your own business until he randomly picks you up and places you where he wants it.

Dakrwing

He is a jerk too, but at least he doesn't hide it. It really depends if you just got your cog recently or if you were with it all your life. If you were a cogless miner before, Darkwing has no mercy for you. He needs his work done and fast, after all, it is an order from Sentinel and he doesn't care if it's too hard for you to hold mining equipment that is almost as big as you. Do your job or he will report you, there's no other expectation. << but he might pick on you more than on anyone else just because of your size. Poor you.

If you were born with your cog and one of the elite cybertronians, might be a racer too, I can see him being softer. As a cogged bot you have a lot of free time, and most bots usually spend their time racing or minding their own business but let's say, you are popular enough to be noticed by him, who happens to be your biggest fan. If he spots you walking through the streets of Iacon he will awkwardly approach, holding his poster of you, shyly asking for you to sign it. His height and voice in intimidating but he acts like a total fanboy around you.

Airachnid

The spider lady is scary, intimidating and a little freaky. Most of the time she's really quiet next to you, whenever you are in the same room, listening Sentinel yapping about something unimportant as usual, you will notice her glancing at you. At first you might think it was an accident, the second one as just awkward, the third time she would not look away once you notice her staring. she has that little pleased smirk on her face whenever she sees you.

Airachnid is probably the second one of the tallest bots here. she's taller than Sentinel (but I'm not sure if she's bigger than Megatron with Megatronus cog), her spider-like appearance makes most bots uncomfortable and it will surprise her if you weren't at least a little scared of her. she's not the one to openly tell you that she enjoys the height difference between you and her but her silent interest tells you everything. her optics always focused on you and no matter how small and stealthy you are, you have no chance to make a move past her.

[lilislegacy]

even though i don’t think percy and annabeth start having kids until their mid to late 20s, they are still probably among the first of all their friends to have kids. and their first one is probably the most loved-on little munchkin ever.

and imagine at first, seeing their little family makes other demigods want to have kids. because their friends would see how happy and carefree percy and annabeth are. in my own head, their first kid is a little boy with curly blonde hair and sea green eyes, who runs around with his rubix cube and splashes around in water. he’s got percy’s sneaky troublemaker smile and annabeth’s calculating look. he’s freaking adorable. people would see annabeth looking so at peace—holding him close to her chest and running her fingers through his little blonde curls. they would see him running into his dad’s arms, and percy looking happier than anyone has ever seen him, throwing the little guy up in the air and making him giggle and kissing his cheeks. and people would think ‘wow. i can have this too.’

until something happens. until the first time people see their sweet little family under attack. and here’s the thing: percy and annabeth will always make absolutely sure nothing happens to their child. no doubt that when annabeth was pregnant, they spent countless late nights planning for every possible scenario. and you’ve never seen those two truly fight until you’ve seen them fight to protect their kid. so the little guy was never actually gonna get hurt.

but he still screams his little lungs out. he cries for his daddy as percy dives into an army of monsters that all look straight out of a nightmare. he cries as his momma holds him painfully tight against her as she runs the other way. until annabeth hands him off to a trusted friend, and tells them to take him and run, to which he screams even louder at being separated from both his parents now. and it’s at that moment that many demigods realize that parenthood is not for them.

because watching that little boy cry, hearing his screams, seeing the terror in percy and annabeth’s eyes—a terror worse than anyone has ever seen those two show—the moment they realize their son is in danger… it’s too much. it’s not something that people are willing to go through. the potential happiness is not worth the stress and the fear and the potential for unimaginable pain.

imagine percy and annabeth being the ones to show people that even the most targeted demigods can settle down and have a family. and imagine them also being the ones who make people realize that they never want to have families themselves.

[galaxy-stardust]

"A storm held behind steady eyes - duty forged him, but love makes him human."

Name: John Price

Codename: Price – It’s not a callsign, it’s who he is. A legacy name, known on every battlefield. When you hear "Captain Price," you listen.

Date of Birth: October 2nd 1972

Zodiac Sign: Libra – Born to lead. Seeks balance, but won't hesitate to tip the scale with fire if it means protecting his own.

Height: 6'1" (1.85m)

Build: Solid and powerful, like a wall built to weather storms. Broad chest, strong hands, thick arms - age has only honed him.

Eye Color: Ice blue with streaks of gray - clear, commanding, and calm until you cross a line.

Voice: Deep, gravelly British - slow, deliberate, addictive. Even when teasing, it’s laced with authority.

How he smells: Tobacco and gunpowder, oak-aged whiskey, leather, and crisp aftershave. Like control, danger, and warmth all at once.

How he tastes: Smoke, salt, whiskey, and quiet heat. His kiss leaves you reeling, like standing too close to a fire.

Favorite season: Autumn. The quiet before winter. Cool air, longer nights, fewer people.

Favorite food: Shepherd’s pie with extra pepper. He grew up on it - still makes it himself when no one’s watching.

Favorite dessert: Sticky toffee pudding. Not that he’ll admit it out loud.

Food he hates: Sushi. Can’t trust something raw and cold.

Favorite drink: Aged Scotch. One cube of ice. Always.

Favorite spot for vacation: A lakeside cabin in Scotland - fireplace, scotch, no damn phones.

Favorite weapon: L119A2 rifle. British, reliable, and deadly in trained hands.

Favorite pet: An old, loyal dog. Probably a Labrador or German Shepherd - calm, disciplined, loves harder than it shows.

Skill on the battlefield: Tactical leadership and explosive entry. Price doesn’t follow chaos - he commands it.

Nervous habits: Tugs at his beard. Clears his throat when emotions creep too close.

Bad habits: Lights a cigar when stressed, even if he promised to stop. Pushes himself harder than anyone else.

Cute habits: Ruffles your hair without thinking. Talks to you in his sleep. Buys things you mention once.

What he does in private: Drinks in silence. Reads spy novels. Polishes his weapons with meticulous care. Misses you but won’t say it aloud.

What makes him soft inside: The way you look at him when he’s not wearing the Captain. When you call him "John" like it’s a secret.

Worst nightmare: Outliving them all. Walking through the aftermath of war, seeing the names of his team carved in stone while he’s still breathing. He’s always been the shield, the one who takes the hits so the others make it home. But his darkest fear is standing alone at their graves - haunted by the men he couldn’t save. The silence of command. The ghost of failure.

Worst nightmare when it comes to you: Failing to protect those he loves. Seeing you hurt - because of him, or because he wasn’t fast enough.

What he does without realizing it: Stands protectively between you and anyone new. Lowers his voice when you’re tired. Wraps an arm around your waist when you’re near.

Unexpected skills: Plays the piano. Badly. But when he does, he looks at the keys like they’re ghosts.

Thoughts about having kids: Didn’t think it was for him… until you. Now, the thought lingers in the back of his mind like a daydream he won’t admit to.

Favorite spot to be teased at: Behind his ear, right where beard meets skin. A whisper there turns him to stone and fire.

Breaking point – when does he snap?: The first time you disobeyed him in bed. His voice dropped, cigar still in hand, and he growled, “That wasn’t a suggestion.”

How he calls you:

In public: “Love” or “Darlin’” with that raspy London drawl.

During teasing: “Troublemaker” or “My girl.” When he’s desperate? “Sweetheart” -low, ruined, all feeling.

Something that would make him imperfect: His armor. He never lets it down fully, not even with you at first. It can feel like he’s hiding behind orders, even when all you want is his truth.

Summary:

Captain John Price is the calm in chaos, the shield before the storm. He’s carried the weight of the world so long it’s carved lines into his face, but in your presence, those lines soften. He loves in silence, protects without hesitation, and leads like it’s the only thing keeping him alive. With you, he’s more than a soldier - he’s a man learning that there’s more to life than war. And though he’ll always be the Captain, in the quiet between missions, he’s simply John - yours.

[boolger]

I just want a cowgirl for Christmas

Kate Laswell x f!reader💖 MDNI 💖one shot

Idk how to explain why they’re all in America and all cowboys coded but I can explain that I’ve had the song “cowgirl for Christmas” by Drake Milligan stuck in my head since last Christmas/jul. So like, happy holidays if you celebrate any kind of thing this month or upcoming months. 💖Happy holidays the entire year actually ily all my sinners, y’all have been very loving to me this year for some reason and it has made life a lil funnier in many ways. Anyways, hopefully I’ll be able to post something else than this before jul but who the fuck knows. Kate deserves a lil lady for Christmas, she gotta meet that wife somehow ya know. 💖 I’ve done my best to keep the description vague so we can all pretend to be Kate’s Christmas love. However, reader is described as she/her. Uh, this was supposed to be much longer, but time and mental health - and I have to deal with my family lmao

💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

The bar is almost empty. It doesn’t surprise Kate that much; it’s the 19th of December after all and people need to buy the last couple of Christmas presents if they celebrate that shit. The snow falls outside, giving her boots a nice crunch whenever she moves around in it. Collected by the cowboy hat on top of her head whenever she walks around. But it’s warm in the bar and the alcohol is good as she nurses her second glass, well aware she is gonna have to walk home through that shitty shoe, most likely freezing her ass off on the way.

She is off work, has no responsibilities until next year forces her back in the uniform at the base. In fact, she has no plans at all - on purpose.

“Ya’ look miserable, Laswell,” Alex said, stopping in front of her with a cup of coffee, with a bit of milk in… Kate suspected there were her usual two sugar cubes in.

And that was the truth, wasn’t it? She was miserable and she had absolutely no plans of changing it. A grinch, a sad, lonely woman who purposely drowned her feelings in the local bar, forced to listen to the Christmas songs and people’s chatter in the background.

“I didn’t order this,” she replied, looking up at the man, squinting at his amused smile, “‘nd I’m not miserable.”

“Sure you’re not,” Alex replied, “and it’s on the house - Farah says I have to be nice to you these days.”

Kate huffed, embarrassed over how even Alex’s wife knew of her pitiful behaviour.

“Thank you,” she replied instead of being mean.

“You’re welcome - and you know you're always welcome at ours at Christmas, sweetie,” it was a soft reminder, an offer that you knew he might hope that you would agree to.

“Nah, thanks though,” she managed to give him a smile, instead taking a sip of the coffee, running a hand over the brim of the cowboy hat next to her on the counter, “I’ll stay with the troublemakers at home.”

Said troublemakers were the two horses at her little farm. In truth, it wasn’t those that were a problem - it was merely an excuse to wallow in self pity at home, due to the loneliness that grew in her bones around every Christmas she spent with her friends.

They all had partners by now. Johnny and Simon had their shared wife who was pregnant once more, little Tommy almost three by now. Kyle had been with his girlfriend for three years by now and she suspected one of them would propose soon - probably her, as Kyle seemed to be too shy about it, busy looking for a house to give her. John and Nikolai were close to getting their adoption papers finished, she knew that, so they could give them to their two boys at Christmas, the two boys that they had fostered for the last four years.

It was this - all the love surrounding her, all the joy, all the time they had been together in which Kate had been like now; alone.

She took another sip of the coffee before nursing her whiskey instead - another song starting up and Kate’s eyes flickered close for a moment.

Don't want a set of shiny new spurs

A seat for my saddle, a rope for the herd

Kate huffed at the lyrics, emptying her whiskey before asking Alex for one more, ignoring the sound of the door to the bar opening and closing again.

Santa, I don't need a sleigh full of gifts

There's only one thing on my Christmas list

He filled up her glass, while looking over your shoulder with a grin as Kate listened to the boots moving across the door.

“Hi again, sweetheart,” Alex greeted and Kate finally pulled herself together, looking over her shoulder.

I want a cowgirl for Christmas this year

A cowboy sure gets lonely way out here

Kate had never seen a more beautiful woman in her entire life, wearing cowboy boots, a big coat and jeans as she pulled off her knitted hat, a thin layer of white snow on her clothes.

Wrap her up in jeans and boots

Send her down to me from you

I just want a cowgirl for Christmas

Kate was sure the most perfect being ever existed had just blessed her own sinful soul with your mere presence - Kate wasn’t even sure she was worthy of breathing in the same air as the newcomer.

“Hiya Alex,” oh, lord, even your voice made Kate want to smile, though she didn’t want to come off creepy, so she looked forward again, taking a sip of the whiskey, “can I get a beer?”

I need a little lady, little lady, little lady, little lady, little lady, hoo

I want a little lady, little lady, little lady, little lady, little lady, hoo

“Sure thing,” Alex replied, charming smile on his face as always, “gonna join Laswell ‘ere and mope over Christmas?”

Kate spluttered, sending Alex a nasty stare as he had just betrayed her; pushed her in front of the bus filled with embarrassment and Kate knew her cheeks were growing red. Goddamn Keller.

Ropes and rides right by my side

With starry eyes that sparkle, arms to keep me warm at night

“I am not moping, Alex,” Kate grumbled but she felt herself light up a little, straightening her back as the sound of the cowboy boots came to stand next to her.

“Well, I ain’t really moping too much either,” you said and Kate dared to look over at you as you rested against the counter right next to her, “but I wouldn’t mind joining you?”

That's all I need this Christmas Eve

I just want a cowgirl for Christmas, aha

“Sure,” Kate managed before clearing her throat, “you’re more than welcome to. I - uh, I’m Kate Laswell.”

God she was pathetic at this - she hadn’t flirted with somebody forever and you looked like you had just stepped out of a lesbian cowgirl’s wet dream… perhaps her own.

She offered you her hand and you took it, your fingers a little cold from the outside.

“Nice to meet ya’, Kate,” you replied, your eyes seeming like they sparkled as you told her your name. Kate couldn’t help but imagine your hair against her bedsheets, her fingers running along that pretty body of yours.

“Likewise,” Kate smiled, straightening her back a little as Alex gave you the beer, before he sent Kate a wink. Asshole.

“You new in town?” She added, focusing back on you.

“Yeah,” you took a sip of the beer, a pretty line of white foam laying along your upper lip until you licked it off with your pink tongue, “moved in nearby two weeks ago. Been busy, though.”

“Ah,” Kate nodded along, “explains why I haven’t seen you, then.”

You looked younger than herself and for a moment, she felt like an old pervert. She was 39 and you looked like you were 25 maybe. It both sent sparks of lust through her - together with the feeling of being dirty. Simping, a word Soap had said, for a younger woman.

“Likewise,” you answered, adding a soft “I would have remembered.”

Were you… flirting with her? Kate felt herself blush as if she was a teenager and not a grown up woman. As if she wasn’t much older than you - fuck, it made her feel dirty, in a way she couldn’t describe. Yet it made butterflies flutter inside her stomach, flying around the flowers that had suddenly bloomed.

“ are what doing this Christmas you?” The words almost tumbled out of her mouth, unable to be said in the right order, her lungs filled with a feeling she hadn’t felt for a while, “I uhm- I mean, what are you doing this Christmas?”

You didn’t laugh, but you smiled so sweetly, almost lovingly and Kate was sure she wouldn’t be able to stand with the rush of emotions that went through her at it.

“Not much,” you admitted, your finger playing with the rim of the beer glass, though you didn’t take your gaze of her, “don’t know anybody here - what about you?”

“Not much either,” Kate breathed, “want to uhm - maybe hang out?”

She had never felt as ridiculous as now; in fact she wanted to slam her head into the counter - maybe run away. Even if the town buried her, it wouldn’t be enough. The pure embarrassment of asking a stranger, a hot, beautiful stranger, like that, to spend Christmas with her. Had she gone mad? Perhaps it was the alcohol.

“I’m so sorry,” she hurried to say, “I - you don’t know me, that was inappropriate of me an—“

“I would like that.”

Which such simple words, you made her heart beat a little bit more normal, you made her able to breath again, her throat able to untangle.

“I - yeah?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed with a warm smile and for the first time in years, Kate felt as if Christmas might not be that bad this year.

I just want a cowgirl for Christmas.

[mikaazune]

5/11/25

`` The Akakt Garden ``

To Ch. 2 ->

『 Torn — Chapter 1 』

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» Fandom: Alien Stage

» Main character(s): Till

» Mentioned characters/relations:

Till — A peer in the Anakt Garden

Mizi — A peer in the Anakt Garden

Sua — A peer in the Anakt Garden

Vysil — Reader's alien guardian

» Reader: gn!reader, a 'student' in the Anakt Garden

» You never expected to make friends at the Anakt Garden. You knew how that would inevitably end. But what happens when you meet the notorious troublemaker of the bunch?

» Note that the Anakt Garden is still a bit mysterious as we don't know much about what goes on in the classes or much of the interior (or at least, I don't), so much of this is up to my interpretation and creative liberties. I don't have the art book, and maybe there's more information in there, but unless I discover anything else, I'll operate under my current knowledge and fill in the gaps from there.

You weren't sure how long it'd been, trapped in the rectangular cube, floating alone along the fixed path of the machine. You could hear it moving along softly, but it provided little comfort againt the silence that otherwise surrounded you. It was oppressing to say the least. But you were used to that feeling by now. You gazed out at the stars that threatened to swallow you. It wasn't cold nor warm in the box, and you wondered if it was the same out beyond its confines. You weren't sure you wanted to find out.

You shifted slightly to get into a more comfortable position— not that it helped, the box was just as firm no matter how you sat— and your eyes fell on the other kid that you'd been shipped out with. He was a few feet away in his own box. It moved in sync with yours and the boy stood looking out into the star-speckled abyss. His expression was one you couldn't determine. Then he kicked at the wall of his clear cage.

You hadn't noticed him before when you'd been left in your box, you'd been more focused on your owner's words then.

"Don't disappoint me."

That was all. On the way there, in the line with the other pets and aliens, she hadn't spoken a word to you. Yet you clung to the three she'd said. You had nothing else to do on this long journey but turn over those words in your head over and over again. You chanted them silently like a mantra, like a pledge to a diety, until all you could think in that moment were those three words. That was your purpose. You wouldn't disappont her.

There was movement. You probably wouldn't have noticed it if everything else wasn't so still. Your gaze flicked over to the boy and you saw that he was staring back. You vaguely wondered about the bruise that blossomed on his right cheek. But what would it matter to consider it? You had to focus, not get distracted by a kid who didn't matter. You turned away, positioning yourself so that your back faced him. You didn't look back.

You sat there for a while until your mind finally zoned out, not truly processing anything that your eyes observed anymore. After all, it was only inky black darkness.

You couldn't say how long you sat there for, watching. The only indication that you were really moving was the dull noise that came from the machinery below and above you. Just a faint clicking noise. It was almost enough to drive anyone mad.

The rest of your trip was uneventful after your brief interaction and it was dreadfully boring. It felt like you sat there for hours. When you finally reached your destination, it was a flurry of activity and you couldn't really remember anything. You'd just been retrieved from your box and whisked away down a pristine white hallway.

You were dressed in a simple white uniform and assembled in a room with some other children. Your classmates. Apparently. None of them looked particularly special. You did notice one girl, though, pink-haired with glasses, but she only stood out to you because of her hair and how different it was from everyone else's around you. You looked away after a moment of staring. The room was plain, as lightly colored as the rest of the facility from what you'd seen.

You waited for something to happen. Why else would you all be gathered here? After a few minutes, some of the other children around you began speaking hesitantly with one another, as if to talk too much or too loud would result in punishment. You didn't.

Then a door opened on the opposite wall. The movement caught everyone's attention and all conversation stopped. It was bright through the door. From the angle you stood, you could see green.

As if subconsciously agreed upon, everyone took curious yet cautious steps forward toward the doorway. One by one, they slipped through. Once the last child had entered, the door immediately slid shut behind her. You, like your peers around you, gazed around in wonder.

The room you were now in was massive, its walls painted blue with white clouds. Under your feet was something you hadn't stepped on before. You lifted your foot and put it down again, testing the feeling against the bare underside of your foot. It was green and felt almost pokey, but not quite. It was almost like a carpet, if you had think of something to compare it to. Was this what grass felt like? You hadn't seen it before except for in books, tucked away in Vysil's spaceship.

You knew the other things that you could see from where you stood: trees, flowers, rocks. There was one tree that stood apart from the rest, solely due to just how much bigger it was than the others.

Some of the kids, after taking in the sights for a few seconds, started running around pretty quickly, shouting gleefully. Others, like yourself, took longer to move from where they stood. You found the situation a little difficult to trust. Where were the aliens that were supposed to teach you how to sing, who would teach you everything you'd need to perform in Alien Stage?

Everyone else had wandered off, yet here you still stood. But again, Vysil's words went through your head. Don't disappoint me. If this was a test, would you fail if you didn't continue and join the others? You wouldn't risk it. Finally, you moved to stand awkwardly at the base of the tree that towered over you. The other children mostly were having fun playing games, chasing each other around or otherwise finding activities to occupy their minds. Surely you were fine now, so it didn't matter to you anymore. You sat down, mimicking your pose that you'd had in the transport box, and stared ahead once more.

Thinking about it, you weren't really sure how you would or wouldn't disappoint your owner. What constituted failure? Surely singing well and winning Alien Stage would satisfy her? Or were you wrong? And what would happen if you did disappoint her? You'd only get one chance to audition for Alien Stage, and similarly, one chance at actually winning the competition itself. You knew what happened if you lost.

Your thoughts plagued you as time continued on. You couldn't tell what time it was since there weren't any clocks to check. Your surroundings didn't help, everything was fake. You knew enough to have figured that out.

You decided to go gauge the competition you'd be up against. You got to your feet and peered out from behind the base of the tree, as if it was a shield. You saw various kids nearby, but none looked noteworthy. But perhaps that was the point, to catch everyone off guard. You stepped out from behind the tree and took a few steps forward. Then another couple steps. Soon you'd walked out over a hill to where more children had scattered. You saw the pink-haired girl again, standing in an ankle-deep stream holding a mechanical... what was it called again? Oh, right, a fish. Another girl with short black hair stood near her, clutching her sides while laughing.

You turned away and kept walking. You could at least appreciate the artificial environment that the segyeins had engineered. It was a pleasant one, and you couldn't help but observe the scenery.

You eventually made your way back to the large tree, finding comfort in the fact that you could always spot it and hence could find your way back. Maybe it was just because of how small you were compared to it, but the room seemed truly colossal. Apparently everyone else had the same idea, because others began to trickle back a little bit after you returned.

Eventually, someone came to inform you of how you'd be spending your time while training for the Alien Stage. The schedules were flexible. So long as you made it to breakfast and dinner and attended all your mandatory classes, you could do what you wanted outside of that time.

You were thankful for the routine and settled into it nicely. You'd wake at 5:30 in the morning and walk around the perimeter of the room to wake yourself up, starting at the door. Then you would eat breakfast for roughly thirty minutes so that you'd have time to read a chapter of whichever book you were reading at the time, then it was off to classes.

Everyone's classes were at the same time and they always ended at 3 pm, then there was lunch, which was optional. You had until dinner to do whatever you wanted after classes ended. Then after dinner were either evening studying or sleeping. One thing was clear: you had to go to sleep by 11pm so as not to bother the other kids.

You only had a few classes: Music Appreciation and Interpretation, Religion and Music, and Expression of Music. The last one was especially difficult and many of your classmates struggled in it. Your grades in that class weren't perfect, but you felt that you did the best you could. Your favorite class was easily Music Appreciation and Interpretation. You liked to seek out the meanings of the songs you read. You also decided that the songs you liked could be used as inspiration for songs further down the line.

The one thing you found a bit unpleasant were the experiments that the aliens decided were necessary for you. Each student needed at least one; after all, none of you were perfect. Image-making and dancing were the ones you needed— apparently you were too stiff in your expressions and movements. Perhaps you were a tad too focused on the singing aspect than what your body was doing. You hadn't really realized how much effort a good performance would require from you aside from the singing aspect. The contestants of the previous Alien Stages seasons you'd watched had made it seem easier.

The experiments would happen an hour after classes— or twenty minutes after lunch— so that you had time to mentally relax. Then you were brought to one of the sterile white rooms outside of the main one. You always had image-making first. You'd change quickly and sit down obediently on the operating chair and wait while your arms were strapped to the armrests and your legs secured by cuffs that were linked behind the chair's center leg.

Then you would go about making different expressions with the machines' help, trying to remember how they felt on your face while looking at yourself in a mirror. You had to get this down, otherwise you'd disappoint Vysil. This experiment was the least pleasant of the two, the metal of the machines wasn't exactly comfortable in your mouth. After, you'd change and head on to the next experiment.

Dancing practice was more fun but required a bit more effort on your part. You had to swap to less restricting clothes and then step onto a platform. The platform represented the 'safe' area. Stepping out of it while dancing was a miss, which docked points from your overall score. Easy in theory, but you were always blindfolded, which made it harder to track your movements visually. Adding to it, you had to wear various things for more precise monitoring so the aliens could direct you better. Then you'd dance to various songs.

At first, you'd stumbled around, not used to the blindness, and the small pings when you'd miss were overwhelming. You'd gotten better after a few sessions once you'd gotten used to it. The aliens overseeing the experiments had nothing but praise, saying that you'd improved greatly and that your movements flowed more easily.

Then you were done. You changed for the final time for the day and returned to the main room of the facility, back to the colors and other children. The experiments both lasted an hour at most usually, so they didn't take up too much of your free time.

You all had been at the Anakt Garden for few weeks or so when you had your first personal encounter with the class' resident troublemaker. You were returning from your last experiment, feeling particularly tired that day, when you spotted him.

Of course, you'd seen him before, always causing fights with some of the other kids or getting in trouble with the aliens. Often times, he'd get dragged away and be gone for a few hours, presumably fulfilling some kind of punishment for his misbehavior.

You'd made a point of steering clear of him. He was trouble, you'd decided. Which was why when he hesitantly approached you while you were walking, you made to step past him. Don't disappoint me. The words appeared in your mind again, a reminder. Associating with the boy would be bad, right? Hanging out with someone who the aliens were constantly having to punish wouldn't be ideal for your overall image.

"Hey." He shifted awkwardly.

Don't disappoint me.

He said something, but the words repeating in your head made it hard for you to focus on him.

Don't disappoint me.

He reached out and grabbed your arm, the action tearing you from your train of thought. "Hm?" You asked warily.

He paused again before asking, "Are you okay?"

The question caught you off guard. No one had ever asked you that before, and you weren't sure how exactly to reply to it. Also, you found it more than a little ironic that the question was coming from the boy who had a healing wound on his forehead and a bruise under his eye.

"It's just," he continued, gaze shifting temporarily to the ground before returning to you, "you seem really tired. You always seem tired when you come back from... y'know; but you look worse today."

Two things caught your attention then. One was that he'd admitted to watching you. The second was that he'd cared enough to ask about your condition. You weren't sure how to feel about these revelations, so you simply nodded and said, "I'm okay."

The silence proceeding your answer was strained, as if neither of you could decide what to do next. Eventually you made to turn away, but he hurriedly spit out, "I'm Till!"

You stopped and looked back at him, taking in his grey hair and teal eyes briefly. "Y/N." Then you walked away. You were still conflicted about interacting with Till, no matter how nice he may have seemed just then.

But...

You stopped and looked around. It was mandatory play time and most of the kids around were playing tag or hide-and-seek. You'd never participated, never seen the point, but you'd always hung out nearby so the aliens would at least see that you were around the other kids.

Maybe... some company wouldn't be so bad. You would still prioritize studying and practice, but perhaps there was some merit in interacting with another person. You decided to treat it as a kind of experiment of your own. You settled down on the grass, plucking a red flower from the ground and observing it with little interest. Tomorrow then. Tomorrow you would try to hang out with the boy named Till.

First series and first Alien Stage post! Let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist.

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[rescuebabiesau]

Something something I would like to know more

More about Bee's team on your au because there's not much about them (not that I know at least) pleaseeeee🫶

I'm going to assume you mean GOTP since I haven't really covered them much for that one, but if not then that can be a separate post XD

Strap in, we've got a ways to go—

Bumblebee

He is promoted to lieutenant on Cybertron, but— much like many other autobots of the War-Era— he finds an oddly widespread dislike of him, even from his fellow Autobots. He finds an overeager fan in Strongarm, but even that isn't enough to fully pull him out of the slump he's felt since the war ended, especially after losing Optimus, his mentor, on top of everything else.

Suddenly, he's been summoned back to Earth by the ghost of Optimus Prime, to protect it from an unknown threat. He hijacks a spacebridge against High Council regulations, and finds Strongarm and Sideswipe dragged with him. While he's happy to return to Earth, there's a sadness and anxiety that comes with it, as it was the last place he saw Blades before laying him to rest.

Even after Sigma Seventeen is found to be revived, Bumblebee remains overprotective of his team, not wanting to lose them to an accident like he did the others...

Sideswipe

Sideswipe is labelled by some as a troublemaker and snoop, but really, he's a young bot on a mission. One afternoon, without warning, his twin brother Sunstreaker was arrested on unknown charges right in front of him and then disappeared, even from Sideswipe's twin-bond that normally would lead him right to his other half. Sideswipe is determined to find his brother, even get arrested himself so he can hack federal logs from his cell.

Being handcuffed to a young cop wannabe and dragged through an illegal spacebridge portal to some Primus-forsaken planet was not on his To-Do list, and he holds a grudge against Strongarm for delaying his efforts.

Sometimes, when Sideswipe gets particularly heated, some have mentioned seeing a strand of light from him that reaches into the heavens. What it is or where it's tied to, nobody knows... yet.

Grimlock

The Dinobots— and non-vehicle-moders really— aren't seen as being the brightest bulbs in the street sign, and Grimlock knows it. Formerly a popular player on the Cube scene, Grimlock and his fellow dinobot friends named themselves in commemoration of their ancestors' sacrifice back in the day, and fight to prove they deserve equal treatment amongst the masses despite their kind's reputation.

During a brief meetup at the local oil house, the team came under attack by a decepticon gang in the back alley. The tremendous damage to the establishment was blamed on the dinobots as the gang fled before the authorities arrived, and Grimlock was imprisoned on the Alchemor while the rest of his team was imprisoned elsewhere (To keep their "Leader" from plotting an escape plan)

The T-Rex-Moder awoke when the prison ship crashed on the distant planet of Earth, which is mysteriously the source of the Dinobots' original design specs.

He wants to clear his and his team's names and get back to a normal life, but getting information on his team's location is hard when he's stranded on Earth with limited communication to Cybertron...

Drift

Drift was one of Shadowstriker's enforcers before defecting after seeing the mech abusing some younglings he'd "taken in," Jetstorm particularly. He fled his former master with the twins in tow.

Much like Quickshadow going by Slipchain, Drift is not the name on his registration papers, and thus Drift is an unregistered figure that is known by name only and quite the mythical figure in bounty-hunting circles.

He considers himself a parental figure to the minicons, but is too afraid to admit it aloud.

His blades were stolen off of a Quintesson warrior he took down as Deadlock, and thus are highly valuable on the black market if someone were able to "Take them off his hands..."

Strongarm

Strongarm was raised on the stories of the Great War and the heroic members of Team Prime. Kaon Plaza is her favorite place, the speeches of Optimus Prime her favorite literature— you could say that Team Prime is her entire personality.

Because of her fangirl attitude towards Bumblebee, her captain kept secretly assigning her to any other officer in the precinct to allow Bumblebee to actually do his job. Ultimately, he had to let Bumblebee take her as a ride-along before she realized he was doing this on purpose, and sadly that was the day they wound up on Earth.

She thinks that Bumblebee took a lower-class job out of humility, and Bumblebee's not really sure how to tell her that he's only a beat-cop because nobody else would hire him.

Strongarm is one of the few "Newborn" bots whose processor frequency is incompatible with the mind-control signal that isn't related to a War-Era bot.

[sakura-chan-25]

Can I request a baby little kawaii/cutecore autistic reader x cg lucifer please

Can you make it where Lucifer is working while reader is playing in their play pin in his office but they start getting sensory overload

Absolutely, I can! The kawaii/cutecore stuff might not come out as much and I'm not quite sure how much of autistic is in there too when looking back at it, but the sensory overload is definitely there. Hope you enjoy! ^^ (Btw I'm glad you're back, I missed you even though we don't write with each other)

Word Count: ~720

Warning(s): sensory overload, crying, Lucifer sighing quite a lot, little gear (pacifier, play mat, blanket, sensory cube or whatever you call it), pet names (darling, little dove), I don’t like the ending :’)

It was quiet in the office. Well, quiet apart from the occasional jingle of MC’s soft cube as they played. Lucifer was working at his desk, like always. He made sure to keep an eye on them though, looking up from those annoying papers every once in a while to watch them playing on their mat with a small smile before focusing back on those papers. They looked too cute, sucking on their pacifier and playing on the mat, to keep focusing on his work as he chuckled under his breath and stood up.

Just as he made his way towards them on the floor a loud scream echoed outside on the hallway as the thumping sounds of running followed. Lucifer sighed. Levi and Mammon again. Although his annoyance was replaced with worry once he kneeled down in front of MC and saw their scared wide eyes.

“Hey. Darling?”, the demon softly asked in a worried tone as he saw the tears forming in the human’s eyes. He quickly opened his arms, ready to pull them into a hug if they wanted it.

Unfortunately, that seemed to backfire. Instead of crawling to him, MC crawled away while the tears started falling down. That made the Avatar of Pride panic slightly, but he tried to not let it show.

“Shh, shh, my little dove. Everything is alright. It was just Mammon and Levi with their usual shenanigans. It’s fine now. You’re okay.” Those words didn’t help MC to calm down though. They were too overwhelmed now, Levi and Mammon’s usual troublemakings seemingly having been the last straw.

The Avatar of Pride sighed again as he got up. He started gathering the pink headphones and MC’s fluffy comfort blanket with cute little bunnies on it as the poor human cried. Their pacifier had long fallen out of their mouth, so their cries were even more painful to the demon caring for them.

He slowly kneeled back down opposite them, making sure to keep distance, so he wouldn’t make them cry even more. He still achieved that. Obviously on accident.

The demon only tried to wrap their blankie around their shoulders, he didn’t know that was too much right now! Lucifer continued to hush them quietly with a worried expression as he put the blanket in front of them, letting them choose to just take it themselves if they wanted it. He did the same with the headphones and their cute pacifier, lying them on top of the blanket.

MC whimpered quietly as they tried to stop themselves from sobbing out loud. But it was hard in their regressed state! Lucifer sighed again in worry as he tried to remind them that crying was nothing to be ashamed about and it was good to let it out. The regressed sorcerer only nodded briefly as they wiped their eyes with their sleeves while the red-eyed demon was turning their headphones on, connecting them to his D.D.D.

After that he slowly offered the human their headphones — letting them reach for the headphones themselves rather than just putting them on their head. MC sniffled quietly as they clumsily reached out and tried to put their headphones on, but they only cried more when that didn’t work. Lucifer helped them slowly adjust the headphones, not wanting to startle them and make them cry even harder as they already did.

While the demon was working on the headphones, MC grabbed their pacifier from the blanket and put it in their mouth once more, quietly sucking on it as they sniffled here and there.

Only when their favourite music started playing and successfully drowned out the rest, did MC calm down. They were quietly fumbling with their blanket in front of them as Lucifer sighed in relief. He decided to disregard his work for now and kept close to them, just in case they needed something, while he was also making sure not to touch them.

However, he gladly took them into his arms when they crawled towards him. He let the human seek his comfort as he slowly rocked them back and forth and wrapped them up in their soft blanket, kissing their forehead gently. Lucifer kept MC in his arms and rocked them until eventually they fell asleep in his lap and put them to bed.

[milkymora]

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note: happy birthday to my favorite diaboy ever!!! 🎂🎉 i love him so much, he was my first ever comfort character ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) all headcanons are SFW! credit of the pictures used to the respective owners on pinterest.

ꞝ his childhood.

he was such a troublemaker at school. he was super active and needed to constantly move around, which he did, and would always get scolded for that. he also had no problem talking back at any teacher.

he didn’t really have many toys, and actually enjoyed playing outside with other kids way more, he was very social. he loved ball games, dodgeball & football especially!

an animal lover. his heart melts for dogs, big ones especially. he probably had one or two growing up in his village, to help with the hunt.

ꞝ his appearance.

very muscled. he doesn’t work out, but his constant working on the garden, lifting heavy stuff and employing machineries all the time got him to build a lot of muscle mass. mostly on his upper body, his biceps are huge.

has freckles. his skin tone is pretty tanned, he stays out most of the day and therefore tans a lot, which tends to hide them, but during winter season they’re visible all over his body, especially on his face.

his teeth are crooked. since after his milk teeth fell, the new ones grew out crooked both on the upper and bottom part. he always had them that way and doesn’t really care much, although kou teases him often, calling him “shark teeth”.

ꞝ his likes.

he loves bonsai trees. he has a little collection of several pieces into his room and treats them like his children. whoever touches them is dead.

we all know he has a sweet tooth. he enjoys sugar in all of its forms, from sugar cubes to cakes, cookies, muffins and every sweet or candy existing. he can’t resist a dark chocolate bar, or a blueberry muffin.

likes tattoos. a very, mery lot. the big ones that cover completely one’s arm or leg, yeah, that’s his style. even more if they represent animals or tribals.

ꞝ his dislikes.

candles. he despises their smell, it makes him nauseous so quickly. he’s always bickering with ruki for that, since ruki enjoys them quite a lot.

reading. due to his dyslexia, he has problems reading correctly and therefore avoids it as much as he can, it’s one of his biggest insecurities.

it may sounds weird, but he doesn’t like music. he doesn’t really listen to it, never. any genre at all. it’s not like he hates it, but there’s no genre that appeals him.

ꞝ additional curiosities!

he fancies chubby people. he finds them to be very pretty and loves the feeling of squishy skin, it’s so nice to bite and, honestly, it attracts him a lot.

drinks tea religiously. he prefers it over coffee, which has a bitter taste to him (yeah, even with 5 teaspoons of sugar) and often drinks all kinds of teas. camomiles, green tea. it helps him sleep better.

he pouts when he’s mad. he isn’t even aware of it. he’ll be staring in the distance with the biggest, most serious pout one might see.

and that was it! gosh, it was fun writing these, it’s been so much since i last posted about dl. also!! @cyrilvows i don’t know if you’re interested in yuma’s hdcs, but i’m gonna tag you anyway 🌝 eheh, ty for reading, reblogs are super appreciated!

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[creativecuquilu]

Would you look at that. I just drew Orion Pax.

If you think about it for a while, he can be quite endearing in his own way - how he went from a cogless troublemaker, to the largest, strongest and wisest truck in the entirety of Cybertron. No, seriously. Transformers One is an absolute perfection of film. There's more than meets the eye, from start to finish. Chris Hemsworth made a job as good as Peter Cullen, who is, was, and will always be the voice of Optimus Prime. I'll be waiting for a possible sequel.

I never thought I'd draw him. Say, it was quite an experience. I am even contemplating Bumblebee, Starscream, and even Octane, an obscure Decepticon who can transform into a jumbo jet and a tanker truck.

Those blue cubes around him? Yes, it's Energon.

Well, me bots. Til' all are one.

Hope you like it.

Artwork (c) CreativeCuquiLu

Transformers One (c) Paramount Pictures, Hasbro Entertainment (just a plain amazing logo), New Republic Pics, Bayhem Films and di Bonaventura Pics

Transformers (c) Hasbro

WATCH IT - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NTY7-H7xtXw

[bombshellsandbluebells]

sometimes I just write a scene I really like and want to share it right away before the rest of the chapter is ready to post, so have a sneak peak of the next chapter of Baby Steps, featuring good ol' Stan Twins bantering:

Stanley, for his part, suggests convincing the town that he's a fortune teller and charging for readings no less than three times. Apparently, he'd done it more than once during the loop. 

"And now most of the town knows you," Stanford argues. "Ignoring the fact that you would have had a limited amount of "predictions" before you ran out of what you'd learned during the loop, you've definitely missed your window now." 

"Eh," Stan says, twisting Fiddleford's abandoned Cubix Cube in his hands. Stanford doesn't think he's ever seen him actually solving it; he thinks he just likes having something to do with his hands. "I could get people to buy it. Ma did it all the time without a time loop, and that was Jersey schmucks! Gravity Falls schmucks are even more gullible. I'd fleece 'em dry, Six!"

"Until they figure out the con and run you out of town. Like every other con you've told me about." Stanley winces. He appears to focus harder on the Cubix Cube to avoid looking him in the eye. "This is why all your cons fail. You never think far enough ahead."

"You never think far enough ahead," Stanley mumbles to the Cube, twisting it roughly. Then he blinks down at it and lifts it triumphantly with a shout. By chance, he's managed to line up the entire green side; Stanford will hold his awe until he manages to do the same with the other sides.

He rolls his eyes. "You've already been banned from most of the country, Stanley. I'd prefer not to get run out of my own house because you add Oregon to the list. By trying to fake a supernatural ability in perhaps the most supernatural town in America."

"Have more faith in me, geez," Stanley argues, turning the Cubix Cube again. He frowns down at it when the move breaks up the green again. "Wait" — he glances up at Stanford — "why would you have to leave your house?"

"Because obviously I'd be going with you."

He watches the grin build on his brother's face and runs the sentence back in his head, recognizes how utterly saccharine it sounds, and hurriedly cuts off the mocking before it can begin. 

"Not like that! Because you'd drag me into it somehow, I know you would. You always dragged me into your schemes."

Stanley snorts. He gives up on the Cube, tossing it on the table. "My schemes, huh? Wasn't me who came up with the homework ring in fifth grade."

Stanford flushes. He shoves a forkful of roast in his mouth to give himself time to think of a retort. Stanley waits patiently—the way he only does when he knows Stanford's walked himself into a corner. 

"I might have come up with the initial idea—" 

"Might?"

"But you were the mastermind!" Stanford insists, pointing the fork at him. "You're the one who got us our clients!"

His brother just grins, looking far too satisfied with himself. "Yeah, I was, wasn't I?"

Stanford had forgotten all about the homework ring, in the same way he'd erased most of his own willing participation in their antics from his memory—the same way he'd adopted, for a while there, his father's way of thinking and pretended Stanley had been the troublemaker and Stanford himself above such things, as if it hadn't been him who'd suggested dropping one of the dissection frogs in Crampelter's locker on a Friday so it had the full weekend to marinate.

As if he hadn't always been right there beside his brother even when it wasn't his own idea.

Still, he doesn't want their reputation in town to get any worse, what with most of the town thinking Stanford's a drunk menace at worst and a paranoid recluse at best and Corduroy Lumber already warning other businesses off hiring Stanley. His brother has even complained that most the stores are cracking down on his shoplifting, suspicious enough now to keep a closer eye on him.

They're certainly a pair. Made for each other, he supposes. Trouble whether they're with each other or not.

The thought is weirdly reassuring. 

"I could call Ma and ask for tips," Stanley considers.

"Please don't."

[blintzestein]

HI JOAN :D this is my puppy Piper :3 she is 1 year old and is an absolute terror but i love her so much!!! her favorite toys include ice cubes and plastic water bottles <3 i am away at college right now and miss her so much but my father has been sending me a ton of photos+videos of her thankfully :,>

she is sooooooooo sweet looking! i really like those black-white-gray mix coats. she looks exactly as you describe her, what a loving troublemaker. i hope you see her again soon!! and i love you piper

[stitchpunk1]

Time for some BG fan kids!

First one thing I will say is I dont give two shits how some things work like with mind flayers how they are created or timelines and whatnot. This is just for fun and I enjoy how cringe I am. Im still working on a lot of these still so I dont have much for them too. I am reposting this because I forgot one of them last night.

First kid I have Ive been working the longest on. Her name is Tald and she is a goblin being raised by Karlach and Samrobella (my tav). She was considered weak by her tribe and left behind when she was about four. She is mostly quiet and prefers to stay at home with Scratch and the owlbear. She enjoys learning various trades as she gets older but hasn't found her niche just yet.

Faerila is Astarions daughter and has no idea who her blood father is(astarion isnt so sure himself). She was hidden away by Cazador as a punishment but naturally was saved by the group. After Astarion gets with Halsin the druid adopts her as his own and spoils both her and Astarion after all they have been through. She becomes a little nature lover and loves gardening. Being born from a vampire and another race I like to think it works as a less powerful version of ascension where she dosnt have to rely on blood and can go in the sun.

Mist is a tabaxi and the adopted daughter of Shadowheart and Lae'zel. Her parents died in a fire that left her with burn scars, a notable one over one eye that makes her always squint it. She works hard to become a great warrior that will make her mothers proud.

Rutu Ravengard-Dekarios is probably the biggest troublemaker of the kids and a literal little half devil. She inherited Wylls devil looks and thankfully with being a hero of Baldurs Gate she and her father are both accepted. Magically inclined by Gale shes always testing her limits and driving her "nanny" Tara to nearly tearing her fur and feathers out. She has also found and brought home a displacer kitten, a mini gelatinous cube, and a pseudodragon(with more pets to come).

Uvren is a little mindflayer born to Blurg and Omeluum. Being born instead of created from a host she has a few differences from other mindflayers like being able to eat other foods and having a gender. She is extremely academically inclined like her parents and loves to make little journals of all her discoveries.

Drath nickname Nibbler(saw dragonborn have child names and love the thought of this as a nickname) was literally created as I was writing this in one screen and playing BG in the other with some friends and came across some new info(im slow playing this). Shes the dragonborn daughter of the Emperor and Ansur(who is resurrected because as I said above this is for my entertainment). I dont have anything made for her yet as I said I just have a concept for her.

[seouldreams14]

Heyy! Saw your post about hyuna, what is the lore with that guy? Besides obviously that he’s a criminal

Idk if this is a genuine question but I'm gonna answer it as such but tldr: I initially said that because people were comparing him to Dawn when him and Hyuna have known each other their entire careers and newer kpop fans don't know who Junhyung is so they are confused wondering how they know each other/calling him a rebound

But 1st Junhyung isn't a criminal, not excusing anything but he was never charged with anything he was a witness and bystander in the Molka situation (which a lot of people are confusing for Burning Sun because they happened around the same time but different situations). Basically Junhyung was friends with Jung Joon Yung (which a lot of people think IS Junhyung but no different guys) who was found to have a group chat spreading around illegal videos taken of men sleeping with women without their consent. Junhyung being friends with him was accused of being in the group chat, he denied it, then when the police got a warrant for his phone history it came out that he WASN'T in the infamous group chat HOWEVER! He was in a solo chat with JJY and was sent an illegal video of him sleeping with a girl. In the end he was a witness and bystander who didn't come forward with that information, which is bad of course.

I have mixed feelings about it because I was a fan of his for over a decade and was extremely disappointed in him. He admitted what he did was wrong and he should've come forward with it when it happened but yeah.... Its just a hard topic I hate him for it but at the same time idk complex feelings

Long post because I ended up writing more than I intended to... but hey 15ish years of history am I right?

Now the LORE with Hyuna and Junhyung is that they debuted around the same time in 4minute and Beast under the same company, Cube. He was featured in her solo debut song: Change. They also were paired together A LOT in Cube family performances because they had similar positions in their group (rappers). They basically became really good friends:

They were so close in a way you don't see kpop idols do now and days with the opposite sex and of course people began to ship them because it seemed like they were flirting.

Then Junhyung began dating Goo Hara and Hyuna joined a sub-unit called Troublemaker with his bandmate at the time, Hyunseung. They kinda cooled on their friendship in the public, probably out of respect for his girlfriend and not wanting to be shipped with his friend. And Hyuna played up a stage relationship with Hyunseung to the point people thought THEY were dating but tbh It was probably an image thing. (funny story Junhyung came up with the name troublemakers lol)

So nothing was seen about them for YEARS even after him and Hara broke up, until like 2016? After 4minute disbanded Hyuna went solo and stayed with Cube, which is a whole long other tangent. But they appeared on a show together called "Happy together". Junhyung hated going on talk/variety shows because he's incredibly shy but he did it for once and it was with Hyuna so it was kind of a big deal. They still appeared close as friends and Hyuna tried to make him feel more comfortable on camera.

Then Hyuna had a show called X19, which is kinda hard to find now and days, but it was a reality show to prepare for her new album. During it she had a meal with Junhyung where they talked openly and you got to see more of their friendship openly for the first time in ages. I mean if you watch that video of them eating I feel like you can tell he had feelings for her idk the way he looked at her... But in that chat they talked about the public pressure to be seen a certain way that is expected of them. For Hyuna it was being hyper sexual in her music and performances because that's what people expected of her. Junhyung says he wishes for her to stop doing what other people want and do what she wanted and that he hoped she could do something she enjoyed. Then she brings up the fact that he had promised to make a song for her (he is a writer, producer and composer) and he says "ah yeah it didn't turn out"

Anywayyys it was cute and if you were curious you could watch it here with subs

After this stretch of promo with them (they also attended a fashion show together) Junhyung and the remaining members of Beast would leave Cube ent and start their own company and change their name to Highlight. This would be the last we'd see of them together publicly until well... now

I'm sure I don't have to tell people about her and Dawn and their history but they started dating after Junhyung left Cube.

There's a lot more to the lore like other collabs they did, the songs they released that seemed to be about each other (mainly from his side) but that's probably just going into delulu land so I'll avoid that.

But yeah If you read this far thanks for listening to me ramble and try to explain 15ish years of lore as brief as possible.

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any little!eddie munson headcannons? you almost never post about him besides cameos ;(

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oooooh i love eddie so much you don’t even know— biggest sibby vibes from him!! i haven’t done headcannons in a bit, so here you go :3

the chaotic older kid of the party. eddie’s a flip (w/ no particular lean), and his headspace isn’t as mapped out as everyone else but he’s around 6-7

that being said, he acts different depending on who’s around— older, more ‘taking you under my wing’-way with stevie + the younger kids, but like a total baby when nancy and wayne come around

obsessed with dragons. you thought it was bad when he was big? now everything has to relate back to them, and every dragon he sees has to be immediately fawned over and discussed !

he chews his nails bad, and whenever someone catches him, he switches over to gnawing at the ends of his hair

suuuper into wayne’s old records when he’s little— they remind him of the past, and wayne’s always happy to turn them on to see his boy’s smile :)

always trying to sneak something he’s not supposed to !! everything just seems to be ten times better tucked in his pocket than sitting all alone

he’s a rock collector— toddling around the trailer park looking for the super-duper-coolest-ever rocks to show off to the party !!

a total troublemaker.

really, he never fails to wind up in the corner or having to write lines, or some other thing nancy’ll make up so ‘the lesson sticks’

he’s a clinger when he’s feeling fuzzier than usual, and whenever he goes down as far as that, eddie trails around his carers, hiding under shirts, and hanging off of them like a koala

he’s a sensory seeker already, but being small increases that by tenfold !! he’s rubbing up against his favorite textures, and spinning just for the heck of it :3

he’s always coloring or doodling, pages on pages of scribby dragons and other mythical creatures he tries to recreate from his figurines

just about everyone’s got a dragon or two tucked away with eddie’s name on it somewhere in their room. he gives them out like business cards

he’s nightmare prone obviously, and when things get particularly bad, he’s knocking on the door to the mayfield trailer so max can entertain him till he falls back asleep

and when susan’s in better shape, she silently leaves a few of those triscuts and cheese cubes eddie likes so much on max’s dresser

he’s all about being loud, loud, loud !! loud, stimmy stomps, loud outside voice inside the trailer’s thin walls, loud, dramatic reactions when he doesn’t get his way—

when he’s sick, he’s a monster, but god forbid he be little and sick at the same time. nothing but complaints and whining and a causing a scene. and all for a common cold.

just. a buzzing ball of energy !

eddie is sooooo fun to hc stuff for so super glad for this ask !! he’s a devious little curtain climber, and i love him for it :3