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The Major Circuit tries their best to comfort Don in a video call. Except Tiger had other ideas

This took me like 2 days to make I think

Thank you sooooooo much for 39+ notes on my last video everyone 🥹

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You saw this picture hidden under Nacha's desk. Something's written on the back.

"my two happy pills"

Then it hit you with realization: the milkman is Anastacha's father? How? When? No wonder you keep on seeing him meeting up with Nacha during his lunch breaks and his day offs. And he looks after Ana at school from afar.

That begs the question: why aren't they together? Nacha is not using Francis' last name. Why aren't they married? What kind of relationship are they having?

"Ahem..."

"You are snooping at my desk the whole time?"

Oops she caught you.

(Here's the colored version:)

(in spite of their questionable relationship, i still ship Nacha x Francis.)

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Tara Strong put out a challenge for fans on Twitter and Craig Marier was one artist that she took note of.

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This song reminded me of them—- so yea i doodled a silly thing for it :3 they r so cute aaaaa

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THIS IS A LITTLE OLDER, SO DONT MIND IT, BUTTTT I LOVE THE HEADCANON THAT METALS PROGRAMMING IS A LITTLE HAYWIRE IN BEING THE BETTER SONIC.

AND SO LIKE...HE HAS THESE "FEELINGS" FOR AMY DESPITE IT ALL

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y'know. they're quite neat.

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I was looking everywhere for this clip and I finally found it! It's really cute!

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H-hyey guys- [collapses on the floor and dies]

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finally, the good ending

VOLUME WARNING!!!!!!

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Yes

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What will you do?

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We Happy Few

BF/GF Scenarios - Meeting Them for the First Time

Arthur:

I was sitting in my living room reading a book merrily when I heard something in the kitchen. Sounded like there might be an intruder, and I didn’t know quite what to do. ‘It could be a downer’ I thought. My curiosity was ended when a tall man with glasses came out of the kitchen and into the living room. We both sort of just stared at each other for a few seconds before I spoke up “Um…can I help you with something?”

“I-I’m terribly sorry f-for the trouble, Miss. Just, you know, running from some angry Bobbies!” which proved to be true. Some Bobbies must’ve used the back door in the kitchen to get inside. If that wasn’t a cue for the lad to leave in a hurry I’d be lying. I sat there with my book in my lap, watching the man run for the front door and a small group of Bobbies not too far behind. ‘Well that happened’ I thought, making a mental note to start locking up better so stray men with Bobbies after them don’t wander in again.

Bobby:

It was such a beautiful day in Hamlyn Village! The joyful colors everywhere while I was walking down the streets - just before noon - about to get some errands done before lunch. I stopped by the floral shop to look at some of the flowers they had outside on display. I picked up a blue carnation from a bundle of carnations varying colors. As I brought the flower up to my nose to smell it, oblivious of what everyone around me was saying. Well, more like freaking out.

A man came out of the flower shop looking and acting batshit crazy. The man swiped a chunk of flowers off of the flower stand next to the entrance before looking at me. He must’ve got a bad batch of joy with the crazy look in his eyes. I got a better glimpse of his face, hearing some Bobbies blow their whistles and yelling nearby: it was one of my neighbors, Mr. Peters! But that didn’t matter, being a Downer now. Mr. Peters lunged at me, swinging his arms to hit me. Luckily he lost some of his balance and just ended up knocking the two of us down in the process. If the Bobbies weren’t a few steps away I’m sure he would’ve stayed to try and clobber me to death. When I looked up from the ground I saw two Bobbies chasing him down the street, but one had stopped. He was kneeling next to me, offering his hand out to me.

“Are you alroight Ma’am?”

“I, uh…I think so” I said while he helped me up from the ground, “thank you so, so much Constable”

“It’s a pleasure helping a lovely lady like yourself, but I must be off! Duty calls” he smiled before running off to help catch the Downer.

Joy Doctor:

Another slow day, a nice pace that I enjoy the majority of the time. Working in this small little shop has its perks though. My shop usually attracts those interested in science, chemistry, biology - like a little slice of intellectual nerd heaven. That’s what I call it at least! I was reading my book about psychology at the front desk when I heard the front doors bell ring. I looked up and saw one of the Joy Doctors walking in.

“Afternoon! Welcome to my little slice of science heaven” I said as he walked up to the front counter.

“Afternoon Miss” he responded, “what’s that that you’re reading?”

“Oh, it’s just a little fun reading - it’s about the psychology of serial killers” I replied casually.

“Oh, and now why might you pick something to read of this nature?” he questioned me. Must be some random check to see if I’m taking my Joy.

“Well Doctor, the way the human brain can function with a diversification - not only on an individual’s personal experiences, but their own morals, beliefs, and even genetics is rather fascinating. There’s not an abundant population that may see it the same way, but it is nice to revel in such things, no matter how arcane they might be. Being a man of medicine I’m sure you can find an appreciation or fascination with such affects to the human psyche, right?” I said leaning onto the counter. What I said must have changed his demeanor, mind, thoughts - something. I could tell he was a little surprised? I think surprised would be fitting, of my opinion.

“That…that is quite the mindset a true person of study would pursue to know - and enjoy, of course, Miss” he smiled, part of me thinks it was a real, genuine smile. “Well, Miss, I thought I’d stop by and see how you are on this lovely day. Have a splendid day Ma’am” he said with a tip of his hat.

“Why thank you, Doctor - have a lovely day!” I replied before he walked out of my shop.

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you threaten your enemy, and when they close the distance between you, you realize how attracted you truly are to them

With Austin pls

If possible nsfw

I couldn't really find a place to put nsfw in, but I hope you like it!

I Will Return For You.

T-1000 (Terminator: Judgement Day) x reader

Warnings: mention of injury, very slight sexual themes

Masterlist

Sweat drips down my brow as I force myself to remain upright, my body leaning heavily on the strut of metal in my hand. Everything hurts - my muscles are screaming from the exertion of the past few days, my skin is coated in sticky blood from the many scratches and gashes on my body, dark bruises blossoming around my undoubtedly broken ribs. None of us really came out of the Cyberdyne building unscathed, but the varying different crashes and fights have left me in worse shape than the others, who are now long gone into the factory behind me. Or so I hope.

My vision is a little blurred, the world tilting on its axis with every jerky movement of my head, but I keep my eyes trained on the walkway ahead of me. Unsteady on my feet, I can barely stand, uncaring of how pathetic I must look as I wait for our pursuer to finally reach me, every breath rushing in and out of me painfully. Determination courses through me, keeping me where I am as I fight to retain the false sense of confidence I've had through this whole ordeal, reminding myself that John and Sarah are safe, and that Bob is protecting them.

Caught up trying to stay standing, I don't quite notice that there's a figure standing at the end of the walkway until they start striding towards me, emotionless face pale against the orange light of the heated metal around us. When I do finally notice him, it takes a significant amount of energy for me to lift my pistol up and fire at the advancing terminator, struggling to see whether or not the bullets have actually hit home. Blooms of silver appear on the otherwise flawless uniform, so I must've made some contact, but it doesn't stop him at all.

Emptying the gun into him, I vaguely wonder when I started giving it a gender as I drop the useless weapon to the floor, adjusting my stance so I can use the metal pole instead. Of course, this turns out to be my worst idea yet as the T-1000 simply catches my first swing, holding it fast. 

Grimacing, I try to yank it out from his fist, only to cry out as he simply shoves me backwards. With my lack of coordination, I fall right onto my ass, drawing a pained grunt from me as I connect with the hard metal. Winded, I try to move up again, but the terminator swiftly incapacitates me by placing the end of the pole on my chest and pushing down on it, icy blue eyes staring down at me impassively. 

From this angle, it's hard for me not to realise just how good the killer actually looks - I'd only really seen him from a distance before now, and had spent that time hating him because of what he's doing to us, but now, with the blazing light from somewhere nearby, I can easily see how attractive his facade really is. 

Somehow, under his intense gaze, I feel a familiar flare of heat in my body, my face flushing red as I recognise it immediately. Shifting, I wince as the pole digs into my skin, trying not to let my discomfort show as my fear dissolves into need, my eyes fixed on the slender terminator standing over me, the position we're in doing nothing to help abate the feeling. Hastily, I swallow, staring up at the T-1000, confusion cutting through the sudden haze of lust in my head. Why hasn't he killed me yet? It's ruthless, soulless, merciless, and yet it's only holding me in place?

Gripping the pole, I try to push back, but he only replaces the metal with his foot, pressing me down firmly into the platform beneath me. A strained grunts escapes me as the T-1000 leans down over me, placing his other knee beside my chest, his hands grabbing mine and pinning me down to the floor. The action brings his face close to mine, and I have to bite back a sound of anticipation at the proximity, my heart pounding under his weight. 

In this position, I quickly realise something: I never hated him, not entirely. Something about him had always intrigued me, struck a chord in me as he had chased us over miles and miles in the last few days, though I had never acknowledged it, too scared to do so, knowing the impossibility of my unknown attraction. Even now, as its hand comes up to grip my throat, my head is left reprimanding my body as pulses of desire flood me from the gesture, my pulse spiking under its tight hold. He must notice this, as his clear eyes flick up to meet mine, a slow blink being the only indicator of its confusion and curiosity. 

For a long moment, we just stare at each other, nothing happening until it suddenly snaps out of its trance, readjusting itself. As it speaks, I'm suddenly aware of the fact I've never heard it's voice before, my heart stuttering at the smooth quality of it. 

"I will return for you." Is all it says, before it quickly lifts my head and smashes it into the metal below. 

Pain explodes through my skull, though it isn't enough to render me unconscious, just to daze me. Confused and weary, I can only groan as the terminator leaves me where I am, going further into the mill. 

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Perhaps made separately

Uncle bob and Austin's reaction to lingerie

I know you don't write smut so ignore if this is to close to the line.

This isn't too bad, so do it worry about it! I hope you like them, though I'm sorry they're a bit short 😅😊💛

Uncle Bob/T-800 and Austin/T-1000 reaction to reader in lingerie.

Warnings: very lightly implied sexual themes, nudity (ish)

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Uncle Bob:

No matter how many times I'd taught the terminator to knock before entering my room, he always, always managed to forget, as if his CPU instantly deleted the information as soon as he learnt it. I can no longer count the amount of times he's scared the hell out of me just by walking in on one hand, the cyborg cutting an intimidating figure as he barges in through the ajar door, his sudden appearance almost always sparking my fight-or-flight response. 

Today is no exception.

With no preamble, as usual, Uncle Bob roughly throws the door open, stepping into my small room, the abrupt entry making me gasp sharply and jump, my pulse stuttering. Pressing a hand to my chest, I glare at the cyborg, who remains just past the threshold, his eyes fixed on me, brow furrowed a little, his face caught in an odd expression. At first, I don't realise what he's looking at, choosing instead to go off on him about knocking again.

"For the last time, Bob, you need to knock before coming in! How hard is it to understand? Sarah manages it, John manages it, hell, even Austin manages it, but you? You just can't! I don't get it, I really don't!" I snap at him, superficial anger flaring up in me for a moment.

Saying nothing, he just stays there, head slowly tilting to the side, clearly following a line of data on his HUD, his eyes narrowed as he regards me.

"Now what? Can't talk either?" I roll my eyes, exasperated by the cyborg's strange behaviour, until I realise exactly what he's looking at.

Instantly, my eyes widen, my hands reaching to grab a towel to cover myself up with, having totally forgotten that I was standing there in a new set of lingerie, looking over myself in the mirror. Now, a furious blush colours my cheeks, embarrassment flooding me, mentally kicking myself for not realising sooner and saving myself the humiliation. 

Bob just stands there for a further moment, before he comes forwards and stands close to me.

"Why have you covered yourself?" He asks me, voice low and curious.

Swallowing, I try to hold his steady gaze.

"To protect my modesty." I reply after a second, shifting my grip on the towel.

"Why?" 

"Because showing myself like...that...is a bit more personal and intimate than usual." I try to explain, ignoring the warmth spreading through me from his proximity.

Bob nods, having had the concept of intimacy explained to him before.

"Can I see it?" The terminator asks me, waiting patiently for a response.

His request stuns me for a moment, until I feel myself moving to take away the towel, my mind racing to catch up with my body. Immediately, his sharp gaze runs over the length of my body, taking in the way the garment fits around my curves, cradling my features in a way that makes them seem more enticing, the black fabric fitting in beautifully with my skin. I feel myself heating up under his gaze as he scrutinises me, one hand coming out to gingerly run a finger along the waistband of my panties. An involuntary gasp escapes me, and I bite my lip to hold it back, ignoring the way my pulse spikes at the action, particularly when he allows the elastic to snap back into place.

"It looks very beautiful on you, but why do you wear it?" Bob compliments, withdrawing his hand even as I feel myself wishing he hadn't.

"It makes me feel confident, I guess. Looks nice." I chuckle shyly, rubbing my arm, "Most people wear it to impress lovers."

The cyborg nods again, watching me carefully.

"Well, you have impressed me."

Austin:

For once, the scowl has slipped from Austin's face, a rare occurrence for the unimpressed terminator, his features more open, and less guarded. In its place, an expression of surprise, curiosity and confusion etched itself into the very fine lines of his countenance, his blue eyes roaming over me in their usual critical way. This time, however, the scrutiny feels more intimate, given the nature of my current attire. 

"I was unaware that you owned clothing like this." He eventually states, his eyes flicking back up to mine, though the action is somewhat reluctant, as if unwilling to look away from the deep crimson lace adorning my skin.

Chuckling shyly, I blush lightly and do a small spin for him.

"I only bought it a couple of days ago. Like it?" I lift an eyebrow at him teasingly.

"Affirmative. It fits you very well and is appealing to look at." Austin nods slowly, coming properly into the room, hands twitching gently at his sides.

"Thank you." I smile, looking at myself in the mirror again, admiring the way the fabric decorates my body, not quite catching the longing look that flashes over the T-1000's face at the sight.

What I do notice, however, is the terminator allowing a ripple of his polyalloy to flow over his appendages, as if resetting them. Turning back to him, I frown and go to take his hand, before stopping myself, knowing of his slight aversion to human touch.

"Is something wrong, Austin?" I ask him, concerned that there might be something malfunctioning.

"No, there is not." He assures me, but I can tell his stance is more rigid, clearly fighting off some urge.

"Sure? You look a bit tense." I remark, correcting myself a second later, "I mean, for a robot and all."

"I am not a robot, I am-" He goes to correct me again, quieting when I wave him off with a pointed look.

Once again, I notice his hands twitching, the small tell finally making me realise exactly what he wants, an imperceptible shudder going through me at the thought.

"Do you want to...touch it?" I ask him hesitantly, suddenly a little self-conscious.

"Yes." Austin instantly says, his head nodding.

"Ok, you can." I allow him, sucking in a breath as he immediately walks over to me, standing very close to me.

After a moment, I feel him tentatively run his fingertips over my ribcage, skimming up to feel every inch of skin he can reach, eyes watching as his hand moves. A trail of goosebumps follow his fingers as he lightly trails them up over the curve of one breast, taking in data from the crisp fabric, my breath hitching from his gentle touch. Carefully, he presses his hands to my sides, right over my ribs, cupping my body in his relatively large hands, fingers pressing into the bra slightly to gather suitable data. I have to bite back a groan, enjoying his touch so far.

Slowly but steadily, his hands smooth down my sides to my lower back, coming to rest on my ass. A squeak escapes me as he digs his fingers into the soft muscle, his gaze fixed on the way his hands fit around me, thumbs dipping into the waistband ever so slightly. 

"Are you comfortable?" He murmurs to me, voice gentle as he holds me.

Unable to speak, I nod hastily, my own hands coming up to rest on his chest, feeling over his shirt, trying to ignore the falsity of the garment's nature. 

"Do you...do you like what it feels like?" I mumble to him after a few more seconds, my head spinning a bit.

"Yes, I do, very much." Austin agrees, squeezing my ass in emphasis, "But I enjoy the feeling of your skin much more."

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Together

Trouble sleeping has you and Austin spending some time together.

For @justamimewithsometime

"Shouldn't you be resting?" The question came from somewhere behind the couch, out of your field of view but audible over the drone of the television.

"I should be but I can't." You reply as Austin walks around till he's standing by the armrest.

"Any way I can assist?" He asks as you turn to face him. The simple t-shirt and jeans played their part in further cultivating his handsome and approachable image.

"Not unless cuddling is in your program." You say jokingly, sure he'd brush you off. It's rather funny to you, how whenever the others ask anything of him he stares at them for a beat before just straight up leaving the room. He surprises you when in response he takes a seat next to you, pressing up against your side. You tense up slightly when his arm falls around your shoulders before relaxing again as he rubs small circles with his thumb.

"Is this alright?"

"Yeah, thanks." You say unwrapping yourself from your blanket enough to toss part of it over Austin. The move garnered a look from him. You make eye contact with him but quickly look away hoping the dark room would conceal the heat creeping across your face. "Part of cuddling is being warm together and you're kind of cold so just take the blanket."

"... Alright." Austin responds, and though you're pointedly not looking at him you can practically hear the smug little smirk no doubt adorning his frustratingly handsome face.

"Jeez, why aren't you ever this helpful with the others?" You ask halfheartedly trying to keep the mood light.

"Because I don't want to." His answer gave you pause, because this statement from anyone else would seem childish. But from Austin who was created to follow orders no matter the obstacle, it meant a lot. If he doesn't want to do something he can't be forced to, not anymore. But he wants to be here on the couch with you holding you close while watching some dull b-movie on TV. It all feels so dangerously domestic. Regardless, the thrum of the TV and the warmth of the blanket eventually lull you to sleep. Austin notes when your breaths slow and even out, your body relaxes further into him. He tilts away slightly to look at you, brushing back any stray hairs away from your face. The slight chill of his fingers makes you burrow further into his chest. Austin had long since memorized the features of your face, as he did with anyone he came into contact with, but he'd take any opportunity to admire you in particular. The scent from your shampoo, how soft and warm your body feels against his, the slow rhythm of your breathing. After a moment Austin pulls you close enough to rest his head against yours as he turns back to the TV.

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my favorite terminator headcanon is tht the t-1000 laughs like a freak. he sounds like an edgy supervillain and everyone else thinks he’s so fucking weird

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⑉ 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄.

summary: if the T-1000 were to settled his sights on intriguing human, his mission had immediately changed and focused on pursuing you.

pairings: yandere!t-1000 x gender neutral!reader

warnings: smut, slight sexual themes, stalking, jealousy, typical yandere tendencies, murder, kidnapping.

author's note: hiiii ♡ this has been requested by @mimeticpolyalloy1000! and I’m sorry for the long wait, but I hope you enjoy reading this and have a wonderful day!

p.s. and I deeply apologize for any grammar mistakes if anyone notices.

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The T-1000 had been watching your every move since the day you've both met. Even though the interaction was brief. He stills remember the soft feeling on your hand after giving the photo of John Connor back to him. It looks delicate to him, as if someone could easily hurt you without a thought of remorse.

He'd never hurt you. The advanced prototype would easily protect and take care of you with such fierce from the entire world. Even from Skynet itself.

"Oh, yeah, I used to see that kid around my neighbourhood often," You answered sheepishly. "but the last like I saw him was almost twenty minutes ago, I overheard from a pair of kids that he was going to the galleria with his friend." And that pretty much sealed your fate.

Mission changed from locating the future resistance leader and terminating him to pursuing a preferable target and making you his. You just have became the T-1000's new purpose.

He learnt so much about you. Apparently both your parents owned a diner, your two older siblings live out of the state, but they occasionally visit you, and you've been trying to apply to a university that you really wanted to go. Let's not forget your pathetic excuse of of ex-boyfriend, who he easily took out with great pleasure, and made it look like he left town for good.

After weeks of following and watching you. He decided to initiate the first move on you by simply introducing himself as Austin and charmingly asked you out on a date with a lovely bouquet of flowers he thought you'd loved. A night at the movie theatre to watch Se7en with you curled up in his arms, it sparked something within him. He liked this feeling and wouldn't mind doing this often.

It continued on for weeks that slowly turned into months, then the both of you decided your relationship is now official. However two parties had different views about him, one viewed him as the perfect boyfriend who should just put the ring on your finger already, and the other party doesn't exactly... like him.

Your parents was unfortunately in that group and introducing him to them was absolutely bad idea. They made plentiful nasty remarks about him and made it clear he wasn't welcome into their family.

it got worse when he decided to make that feeling noticeably mutual towards them and rubbed in the fact he'd do anything for their youngest despite your growing uneasiness.

Anyways, sex, wasn't much of a issue for him after spending a lot of time learning about it. There was only little data about it before he was sent back in time. So shifting into other people and eavesdropping onto their conversations about such engrossing topics wasn't that hard.

Austin likes hearing your pretty moans for himself whenever he quickens his rough thrusts and big hands gripping onto your hips tightly. It only gets better when you two do it on top the hood of his vehicle, he'd easily yank down your pants and take you right there.

"I love you, (Y/N)." He likes to say after you both finish your session. The flushed look on your face while you fixed your clothes was adorable. "I love you too, Austin." You mustered up to say it back in return for him to kiss you passionately right there and then.

Everything was blissful for the both of you since then. Then your parents thought it was a good idea to try setting you up with another gentlemen to their preference,

The killer instinct inside immediately became activated as there no more Austin, the loving boyfriend, but the T-1000, who decided to pay a nice visit to both of your parents and the new guy before ruthlessly terminating them one by one.

Oh course he knew there was gonna be grieving involved, after he makes your parents death look like a freak accident, but he'd help you get through the grief and move on to your new life together.

The machine thought everything was going smoothly... until he was caught in mid-act of slicing your father’s head off. That excited smile of your face was replaced with a petrified look.

“Y-you murdered them! How could you this!?” You sobbed uncontrollably, and realized your ex was most likely murdered too, as he shushes you and gently caressed the tears away from your face. Oh, how much he hated to know this was bound to happen, but it was simply inevitable and you would’ve found out anyways.

“I did this for you… for the both of us,” He leans his forehead against yours. “I never wanted you find out like this… but hopefully you’ll forgive me soon after I bring you to our new home.” Yes, a seclusive, yet nice, farmhouse with four bedrooms and two bathrooms he somehow purchased before you two even properly met.

“No! Fuck you!” You spat at him and attempted to shove him off yourself. Unfortunately it was futile, he- or whatever it actually is was stronger than you. And there was no point of running either.

“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice.” Austin says clearly unbothered before swiftly plunging a needle into your bare neck. It took nearly a couple minutes to hold your struggling form, but you’ve eventually dropped in his arms as he delicately kisses the top of your head.

You'll come around and accept all of this eventually. He got all the time in the world to wait for you. Because that's' how much the advanced prototype loves you so unconditionally.

"Don't worry, (Y/N)..." He shifting his hold on you to bridal style and walked out of the (Y/L/N) household. "I'll make your new life with me more fulfilling than your old one." And that is a promise he's willing to keep.