#( Hope this is good! )

[bigdumbbambieyes]

nsfwww

imagining Billy sitting on Steve’s dick, sinking down slow with a little sadistic smile on his face because Steve is losing it under him - his pretty boy’s face is flushed and he’s gasping ‘yes yes yes’ under his breath like a pathetic virgin, but it’s only because Billy’s edged him twice now.

“be a good boy and don’t move,” Billy growls as he feels Steve’s hips against his ass, stretched wide around that thick cock, and it’s so good that it makes his breath tremble on an exhale.

Steve whimpers with a nod and Billy mutters, ‘such a little bitch’ with a tiny smirk as he adjusts his knees and plants a hand on the middle of his boyfriend’s chest, just to feel the rapid beating of his heart and the little sounds he tries to muffle.

he gets a steady pace going quickly, fucking himself on Steve’s ridiculous cock and watching the brunette’s jaw drop, his brows furrowing as Billy bounces on his lap with a feral grin.

he makes it worse by talking, sitting his ass down and grinding as he leans forward, grabbing Steve by his hot face and muttering, “mm, i think your parents are home, Stevie...”

and they aren’t, they’re in New York all weekend, but the way Steve’s eyes widen and his hands grab at Billy’s thighs, panicked, is too sweet.

“fucking relax,” Billy chuckles meanly, moving his hand up from his boyfriend’s jaw to place his palm over Steve’s mouth, feeling the little vibrating hums behind it as Steve bitches at him. “they won’t hear us if we’re quiet,” he adds with a whisper, smirking down at his frantic boyfriend.

and it clicks for Steve then, realizing that Billy’s just being an asshole, but there’s this look in his eyes then - something sharp and sweet, like he’s into it. into being quiet so they’re not caught.

Billy picks up on it immediately and doesn’t let it go.

“gotta be quiet if you wanna cum,” he mutters as he rolls his hips, letting his eyelashes flutter when the tip of Steve’s dick hits just right, “fuck, princess,” he groans quietly, beginning to lift his hips again, “gonna fuck you stupid, alright? just gotta shut the fuck up for a bit.”

Steve’s blush is already down his neck and his hands are like claws in Billy’s thighs, nodding eagerly and quietly as Billy removes his hand so he can balance himself. the squeak of the mattress and the slap of skin is all Billy can hear over his own quiet moans and heavy breathing, watching Steve with half-lidded eyes the entire time.

and, well. at least now Billy knows his boyfriend can be quiet when it really matters.

[uniquevoidflowers]

Hey not sure if you're still doing the send a character and a word promt thing but if you are how about Four and hairbrush

Sure thing!

Continuation of this post (I had no other ideas :P) :

Four watched as the captain brushed Legend's hair with a blue hairbrush and the vet didn't make any comments or anything. In fact his eyes were distant, and it was like he wasn't really present. Something soft in him told him to go and see if the veteran was okay. Four sighed. Maybe later, he told that soft part.

Legend and him weren't very close. It wasn't that they disliked each other, far from that, but they were never really close as they are with the rest of their brothers. How would Legend feel if Four tried to comfort him anyway? As he mulled over this the sailor nudged him with a contemplative look on his face. "Is the vet okay, do you think?"

"I don't know." Four answered truthfully. "What do you think?"

"Well, the vet never zones out like this. He's always pretty alert, listening to whatever's around him. I...don't think he's okay." Wind said.

"We'll see what happens then." Four said, shifting uncomfortably.

He did want to make sure Legend was okay. Close or not, they were at least friends and Four didn't want to watch him suffer in silence. The scenario that played in the smith's head was awkward and got nothing accomplished. What would he say? Legend was guarded, Four didn't know if he would be able to lower down the walls the vet had put up. "Your eyes are green now." Wind observed.

The smithy scoffed. "Okay."

The sailor snickered. "Sorry, that wasn't a complete thought. What I meant was, to ask you if they change based on your emotions."

"Sort of." Four replied, absently.

He didn't feel like explaining it right now. The sailor grumbled something under his breath. "Aaaand I'm done!" Warriors announced, loudly.

The vet continued to sit there and stare into the distance. The captain tapped his shoulder lightly. "Veteran? Ledge?"

The vet came back to, and scowled at the captain. "Hylia, you'd think for a Hero of Courage, you'd be more alert." Warriors said jokingly but Legend didn't respond.

"Speak for yourself, cap." Time called.

For some reason that made Legend's fists clench, and his eyes glimmer with sadness. Four bit his lip slightly.

"Are you done?" Legend asked quietly.

"Yeah, hair's all brushed and stuff. Remind me to wash your hair later." Warriors waved a hand around dismissively.

The veteran stood up and left, making some comment about going on a patrol. Four found himself listening to his heart and he said he was going to patrol with Legend. He caught up to Legend who's ears drooped. "Leave me alone."

Four was not surprised to hear the tears, thick in the vet's voice, yet it still made his heart ache. "Are you okay?" Four asked, a bit timidly.

Legend looked back, eyes widened slightly. "Oh...Four...?"

"You didn't answer my question."

The vet kicked a rock and turned his back on the smith. "Yeah, m'fine."

Bullshit.

"I won't tell the others...And you don't even have to tell me why...just don't lie."

"Fine." A deep breath. "I'm not okay, but I'll be better soon."

"You know, once I met this really stubborn old man. He uh, accompanied me on one of my quests." Four began, despite something in him telling him to stop.

"As stubborn as our old man?" Legend asked, with a smirk on his face.

Four laughed. "Oh no, way more stubborn if you can believe that. But um, he must've had a soft spot for me no matter how much he denied it."

"Past tense?" Legend said softly.

"Yeah. He's alive but, I can't see him anymore." Four gave a shrug. "Anyway, I always pushed myself to be more than I was, because I wanted to save Ze-Dot. He asked me how I was, and I said I was fine. He believed me for the first few times. I didn't address my problems and they grew worse. Until the old man assured me there was nothing wrong with not being okay. So, I told him everything, he called me an idiot and we worked things out.

Sorry that's not a very good explanation but what I'm saying is, it's okay not to be fine."

Legend hummed. "Thanks."

Four kept walking, eyes on the ground. "I mean it." Legend said. "It's...nice to hear."

The smith gave a nod. Legend drew in a deep breath. "And you know, there's not much I can do. It was a memory of someone I lost on my first adventure."

"Hug?" Four offered, because the soft part of him really wanted to hug Legend right now.

"I...sure." Legend let Four wrap his arms around him. Legend snorted. "You're really short. Dare I say, even smaller than Wind."

Four glared at him. "Say it again. I dare you."

The vet shrugged. "Nah. I'm good actually."

"That's what I thought." Four said.

The trees and bushes rustled behind them, a light breeze accompanying it. "30 rupees the captain's doing the champion's hair?" Legend smirked.

"...10. 30's way too much."

"25."

"20."

"Deal."

[hells-greatestdad]

[Escort] with Charlie and Luci?

[ ESCORT ] receiver notices the sender is starting to get sleepy so they pick them up to carry them to bed. 

"This is an intervention. We're getting you to bed and that's final."

Lucifer had wandered downstairs at the crack of 3 am to notice Charlie awake in the lobby trying to work something or another out. And normally, with her being an adult, he would be inclined to simply try and talk her into going to bed.

But the exhaustion on her part was obvious, and when she almost falls asleep standing up-- at that point he switches from talking to insisting, physically picking her up to carry her.

"I promise anything you're worried about can wait a few hours more."

[solbach-colbrock]

Movie Night - Seth Borden X Reader

SUMMARY - Movie night with Seth WARNINGS - established relationship w/ Seth and reader, fluff!!! WORDS - 939 NOTES - requested by @1f0undth1sinth3trash ~*~*~*~

Nights like this were the nights you lived for. The house cold from the pouring rain outside, thunder rolling through the dark night as you gathered every blanket you could find. The door creaked and clicked shut as Seth closed it behind him.

“Food’s here!” Seth called from the entryway. You smiled, hearing his feet pad from the front door to the kitchen. The blankets were placed in a haphazard pile on the couch. The string lights around the room gave a very cozy atmosphere. At first, you made fun of Seth for wanting to get the purple ones (of course he wanted those), but you could now admit that they fit really nicely. They felt like him, and that simple fact made you like them all the more.

            Burrowing under your mountain of blankets, you found the remote for the tv and turned it on, fingers barely poking out of the sleeves of the hoodie you had stolen form him months ago to press the buttons. You scrolled through Netflix to find his favorite movie. It was his turn to choose, but you knew what he was gonna pick anyways.

            The cushion dipped next to you as Seth sat down, placing the Chinese food in your lap and the drinks and various other snacks on the coffee table in front of you. Balancing his own plate with one hand, he slotted his free arm around your waist and pressed a kiss to the side of your jaw. His hood was up, as it almost always was, and brushed against your skin as you instinctively leaned into him. 

            “How did you know what I was gonna pick?” he mumbles against your skin, pressing another kiss to your shoulder.

            “I’d like to think I know you pretty well at this point, babe,” you respond, pushing his hood back to run your fingers through his hair. “Besides, you always pick something super cheesy, and you mentioned this movie to Josh literally last week and said you wanted to rewatch it soon.”

            “Mmm. Oh, should I grab popcorn?”

            “Maybe later. Right now, I’m in desperate need of food and cuddles.”

            “Fair. Come here, baby.”

            You giggled as he pulled you closer to him, kissing him once for good measure before you started eating. He reached over to press play on the remote, officially starting your weekly movie night.

            It was a vast improvement on the days he was traveling. Whenever he was away filming a video, even if it was an ungodly hour wherever he was, he would FaceTime you on the date of your movie night so he was at least somewhat be with you. Even being able to see his face and hear his voice on those nights, it still wasn’t as nice as this. On those nights you missed him desperately, so when he was home like tonight, you made sure to hold him extra close, and extra tight. His hand drifted up the back of your shirt to glide along the skin of your back. You melted into the touch, leaning impossibly closer to him as you took another bite of your food.

            “Ooo, this is my favorite part!” He whispered into your shoulder.

            “You say that literally every time, Seth,” you said, rolling your eyes.

            “And its always my favorite part. What’s your point?”

            The weather continued to roll and pour outside as the movie continued. Seth kept interjecting with his own commentary, sometimes through mouthfuls of food or almost choking on his drink to get the words across. You loved him too much to find it annoying. At least it was fairly entertaining, and you had a tendency to remember certain parts of the movie because his comments made you laugh hard enough for the moment to stick in your brain for awhile. 

            By the time the movie was over, you had made your way into his lap, and both his hands were pressed to your skin as he held you, his lips pressing lazy kisses to your back as he got more tired and comfortable. Empty plates and packages of snacks lay discarded on the coffee table. He had stopped paying attention to the movie 20 minutes prior, opting instead to devote his attention to you. It never failed to melt your heart how affectionate he was with you. You wouldn’t trade it for the world.

            “Seth, love, the movie ended ten minutes ago,” you said softly, turning slightly to make sure he could hear you.

            “Hmm? Oh, shit, yea. We should clean up and get to bed,” he replied, finally looking up. He rubbed at his weary eyes, leaving the spot on your side where it was placed cold from the sudden lack of touch.

            “As fast as possible though. I want to get back to being held,” you smiled, brushing a lock of hair behind his hair.

            “Counterpoint: we sleep right here and deal with all this in the morning.”

            “You make a compelling argument, Borden. I’m inclined to agree.”

            You let out a yelp as he firmly wrapped his arms around you once again, pulling you and the blankets the two of you were buried under down with him. After adjusting the blankets so they properly covered the two of you, he pulled you into yet another kiss, cradling your face to pull you into him deeper and deeper until you needed to come up for air.

            “I love you so much,” he whispered, thumb making gentle passes over your cheek. His eyes scanned every feature of your face, lingering on your lips, before finally setting on your eyes.

            “I love you too.”

[harryforvogue]

Mia proof reading one of Harry’s emails or contracts trying to find something wrong but she can’t and literally making something up just to drive him crazy

"you know," harry says, looking up from his laptop. he's just left a meeting (a really long one that had mia sighing with impatience every few seconds) and now his attention is on his girlfriend who's bouncing on her heels in front of his desk. "working from home literally includes working."

they're both working from home today since they've been snowed in for the past two days. it's still snowing, in fact, and while harry is accustomed to working in his home office, this is new grounds for mia. she's always had to go to her job.

"how can i work when i'm at home?" she says, sighing again. she walks around towards him and hoists herself onto his desk, kicking her legs. "i'm in sweats. how can i concentrate when i'm in sweats?"

"change out of them," harry says.

"but i'm so cold."

"you'd probably work better too if you didn't try to do your job while still in bed."

mia groans. "but how can i resist it?"

harry shuts his laptop and leans back in his seat. mia's eyes shine. "oooh. are you done with work? do you want to--"

"i'm not done with work. i'm taking a 5 minute break to talk to my girlfriend who is still on the clock and not being a very good employee."

"you know what's also not good? capitalism. but you don't know anything about because you're a nepotism child." mia rolls her eyes. she kicks her legs for a little bit and then says, "can i sit in your lap?"

"here i thought you were going to yell at me some more for being a nepo baby."

"you are!"

"i am not denying it." he pats his thigh. "come on."

happily, she jumps off the desk and sits down on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. "i've missed you."

harry laughs softly when she kisses his face. "you saw me at breakfast, didn't you? and then the four times you wandered into my office just because."

"well i missed you then too."

harry turns his head and kisses her properly. she instantly melts in his arms and kisses him back.

"working from home is hard," she mumbles, breaking away from him to kiss his jaw. "i wanna do this. i don't wanna do work. i wanna kiss."

he places his hands on her hips and tugs her closer. "i know. it's terrible. it's just simply not fair that we cannot go to work in our offices because there's 4 feet of snow outside."

"don't be mean."

"i'm never mean. just honest."

"hate when you say that."

"do you?"

"now you have to make lunch today."

"hey! i made it twice already. it's your turn."

"i can't. i'm too cold. and bored." she lifts her head up. "you know i've done most of my work already. if i do the rest now, it'll be all done by the next hour and then i'll have 5 hours to do nothing! while you'll be at work pretending i don't exist!"

"i'll be working," he reminds her gently. "not ignoring you."

"same thing!"

"i really don't think that's the sa--"

"i have nothing to do!" mia dramatically complains, nuzzling against his warm neck. "i'm gonna stay here now."

harry holds her for a long time just hugging her back, rubbing her shoulders, scratching her scalp. he feels her eyes flutter shut when her eyelashes brush against his neck. he turns his head to kiss her forehead gently.

"you can't fall asleep, baby."

"i can," she mumbles. "and i will."

"you want to help me with my work?"

"i don't understand your job. makes my brain hurt."

"it'll be something you're good at."

slowly, mia lifts her head back up and blinks at him. she rubs her eye and harry holds her face firmly in between his fingers when he kisses her for it. he fucking adores her.

"mm. okay." she slides off his lap and sits back on the desk, waiting for instructions.

"i have this contract that i need you to proofread. my editor has been away on vacation so i have to make sure it's perfect before i send it over to the client."

"okay. i can do that."

harry nods and opens his laptop. he clicks around a bit until he finds the file and then hands over the laptop to her. "it's just 4 pages. take your time. my next meeting isn't for another half hour. get whatever you can done, all right?"

"if i have your laptop, what are you going to use?"

harry gestures to the ipad he's just taken out of his drawer. mia scowls and says, "nepo baby."

he smiles and leans in to kiss her softly. "thank you."

mia works on the contract for a long time. she squints down at it and rereads it several times as harry works on his own things in front of her. she enlarges the text, reads the text from back to front, and frowns deeply at it.

if harry wrote this himself with no editor, then he's actually insane.

because she can't find a single typo, a single spelling error, or a single comma out of place.

the document is perfect.

and it makes her annoyed. a little mad too.

i'll find something, she insists to herself. a mere incorrect semi colon. an extra space after a period. she'll find something!

but the more she drives herself crazy with rereading the conditions written in the contract, the more horrified she is to admit that there are no faults in the document.

harry asks her 15 minutes later, "how does it look?"

mia glances up at him. "fine."

"just fine?"

"mhm." she flexes her fingers. "actually, this third clause in the contract is a run on sentence."

"is it?"

"yeah." she turns the laptop to show him. "see? too many ideas in one sentence. and the roman numerals totally throw you off."

"that's because there are separate conditions in the existing clauses."

"make them all individual sentences."

harry hesitates. "in legal writing, it's best to use the roman numerals. especially for conditions."

mia shrugs. "fine. if you're okay with an confusing document."

"confusing, is it?"

no, mia thinks to herself. this is like the most perfect contract i've ever seen in my life. "i mean it's good. but this change would make it better."

"i think... i think i'll leave it."

"fine. you also spelled your name wrong."

"what?"

she scrolls all the way up. "see? you wrote harty styles instead of harry styles."

"i did not! you changed that!"

"i didn't. i just can't believe you don't know how to spell your own name." she clicks her tongue. "sad."

harry raises his eyebrows in disbelief and then laughs. he leans forward and takes the laptop from her, shutting the top and setting it aside. once his ipad is secured beside her, he stands and leans down on the desk. he kisses her quickly, holding her hips firm against his.

"not a single mistake, hm?" he teases, tilting his head to kiss her over and over. she whines and grabs his collar, kissing him back.

"not a single one," she complains, kissing down his neck swiftly, all the way down to his collarbones as he throws his head back and laughs softly.

"just for that, you should be the one making lunch."

she whines again, wrapping her arms around his hips to make sure he doesn't move. "take a break. please. let's go to our room."

harry peeks at the clock. "my next meeting is in barely 3 minutes, baby."

"i can't wait that long!"

he smiles and gently pries her off of him. he holds her face and says, "you'll survive." he fixes his hair and collar and then sits back down opening his laptop again.

he's instantly focused on his work again while makes mia growl and kick her legs, irritated.

he glances at her. "it's only twenty minutes."

"that's so long!"

"i'm sure you can find something to do in those twenty minutes. like your job."

mia crosses her arms and hops off his desk. she goes to head out the door, but suddenly pauses. she waits until harry is logged into his meeting to crawl under his desk and smile all innocently at him.

"mia." he says it warningly, but also breathlessly. she's certainly not imagining he way he parts his thighs to let her in between them.

"you said to make myself busy."

when harry greets his employees, mia reaches for his belt, undoing it silently.

[polyamorouspunk]

Punk bear (the animal) moodboard?

[l3m0nflavoredst1mz]

Can you do my oc Katie woods she’s the sister of Jeff the killer in my AU please

She likes old fashioned stuff and cottagecore stims

Thank you

Katie Woods Stimboard

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[boiler-city]

May I ask for Anton x reader fluff 🤭

For sure! Anton x Reader Fluff! * It was a long day for him, and one of the more tough ones at that. He ended up over doing it at work and pulled a muscle somewhere in his back. At first, he thought he was fine, but then he got home and went to grab a beer and- oh yeah. It hurt him real bad. * Luckily for him you're there. You were in the living room when you heard him grunt out in pain, you sit up from your original position on the couch. "You alright?" ... "Yeah..." He comes hobbling in a few moments later and very gingerly takes a seat next to you on the couch to join in watching whatever's on the TV. * "... What was that noise?" Another moment of silence, debating if he really wants you to worry. "I uh, I pulled a muscle at work, s'nothing serious." You sit up and turn to him. "Do you want me to rub your back? It might help." * He glances at you from the side, he was a big boy! He was tough, he didn't think that he needed help from anyone... but it was you, and he couldn't lie, it did sound kinda nice. * He scoots up a little in his seat to expose his back to you and very carefully you start massaging his back. It takes you a little bit but eventually you find the knot that's bothering him, he jumps a little when you find it, but as you start working it out he melts into your hands. * After you're done he stretches a little and with a small grin turns to you and says, "Thanks for that." To which he leans back and puts his arm up on the back of the couch. You take the chance and immediately cuddle up to him- ignoring the fact that he hasn't showered and still probably smells like sweat and a little bit of booze. * You two stay like that before eventually dozing off to sleep for the night.

[dollcherray]

Hehehe I’m back to torture you:3

Sooo I was scrolling and on my fyp I saw you do matchups and my silly little brain went skxlend

ERMM so I was wondering if I could get a matchup for tadc😋 (fem pref but not necessary)

Soo my names Kathryn (or Kat for short) and I’m in school for graphic design and communications — I originally wanted to go into cosmetology to become a desairologist, but I didn’t get in. I play piano, dance (hip hop, ballet, tap, and jazz), and sing. I also produce my own music.

Idk how to classify my style so I’ll say it alternates between morute, gloomy coquette, dollette, gothic, and alternative

I practice witchcraft and I’m also a Christian. I have a weird fascination with dolls and I collect them, specifically porcelain dolls. Like, it’s so bad LMAOO my friends are scared to come into my room atp!!! Literally I’m probs on someone’s rob list I have one worth $400😭🙏

I also collect vinyls. I have over $600 worth of them save me…

Some of my fave music artists are Bambi Baker, Melanie Martinez, Solya, Baby Bugs, and Mercy Necromancy. I also like a lot of rock; AC/DC, Scene Queen, Ashnikko (she’s sometimes rock), and Ennaria

My humors honestly really weird. I can laugh at bread falling but find a really good dad joke stupid and unfunny. I also tend to match the personality of the person I’m speaking to.

I took a state personality test and I’m 50% INFP and 50% INFJ. Legit confused the test and it gave me both 💀

Im diagnosed with anxiety & depression. I’ve been told I might have OCD, BPD and some sort of depersonalization/derealization disorder. I believe I could have autism or ADHD.

Idk what else to say so uhhhmmmm YEAHH ty babes!!💗

i match you with...

✧₊⁺ GANGLE

⋆.˚ Now playing: Crybaby

Congratulations, Gangle is also someone who likes to do art, you two have very creative minds, ideas and whenever you guys merge your ideas its always a blast, its beautiful, it really is!

You two are quite the duo, Gangle understands you and you probably understand her too, you both always try to merge your hobbies together as some sort of bonding, it sounds weird but, its pretty cute when you put it into paper.

Gangle and you always have each other's back whenever any of you get too anxious or overwhelmed in any way, because you both know how bad overwhelming feelings are, and she gives you her shoulder to cry on and you give her yours.

You guys hobbies are your therapy basically, and you both like knowing about each other's hobbies, while you show her your doll collection, she shows you her figures, and while you admire her collection, she adores yours.

You two just match in almost every aspect.

She likes seeing you dance, you like to see her drawing, she likes your musical taste, you like her cinematic preferences, she matches your personality and you match hers.

Not mentioning the kindness you both got in your hearts, it's so much that it might not even fit in, maybe you guys could be a little less kind with others and save some space for yourself.

how funny is that you both actually complete each other so well, you might almost be the perfect duo.

Gangle would really like you.

(but in all seriousness now you are single handedly the most fun person i've seen)

[demacianhcart]

@infinite-xerath

Flying, she needed to keep flying. How long since she had left Demacia? No idea. She needed to keep going. Shyvana could still feel the burnng sensation of petricite against her skin, and did not blame anyone but herself for them. The Black Mist... it had been so tempting, had clouded her mind with rage with so much hatred for everything and everyone in Demacia.

Honestly, she wasn´t expecting to be free again, not after betraying Jarvan´s trust like that. The eyes had been too much, the judgment of everyone that had been proven right about her true nature... so she fled. All that was left was a letter for the King saying that she was sorry and gone.

Her wings were getting tired along with her own mind as she started to succumb to exaustion, going down towards land..... And crashing in a sea of sand.

[crowdsourcedgender]

HI HELLO! may I request two coinings:

being indifferent to being feminine but wishing to transition to femininity.

having a bunch of labels that are oriented towards attraction to men and non women in a platonic and non-sexual way

[Image ID: A five stripe pride flag with dull colors. The stripes go: very dark grey, dark grey, dark greyish pink, light greyish pink, pinkish white. /End ID]

Name: Adinfeminine / Adinaric (if you prefer not to use "feminine")

Source: @mogai-angels

Adinfeminine is a label that refers to someone who is indifferent to femininity, but still wants to/is transition(ing) to femininity.

Name from ad (towards) + in(different) + feminine/aric. Colors from grey/dull colors symbolising indifference + pink for femininity (original, I know /s)

[Image ID: A five stripe pride flag with bright colors. The stripes go: dark purple, dark blue, light blue, light blueish green, light yellow. /End ID]

Name: Polypluranic

Polypluranic is a label that refers to someone who has/collects many labels related to platonic/nonsexual attraction to men & nonwomen.

The name comes from poly (many) + pl(atonic) + uranic (like the existing label, but you don't have to identify with it also).

[uniquevoidflowers]

Twilight and warriors, Bonding

The night was a silent time, nothing but the sound of the fire crackling or nearby wildlife keeping Twilight company. Watch was something the rancher didn't like for that reason. He wanted to go and explore with his wolf senses, but he had to stay put. He sighed, he shouldn't be complaining. At least he's not third watch.

A whimper.

Twilight's ears twitched and he looked around the camp for the source of such a heartbreaking noise. His first glance was at the champion, but he was sleeping peacefully. He looked around and met Warriors bedroll. The captain was shaking, tears dripping down his eyes. The ranch hand slowly walked over. "Stop." Warriors pleaded once Twilight got close enough and the rancher paused, heart breaking for the captain.

Twilight gently shook the captain's shoulder. "Hey, it's me. Twilight."

The captain shot up, roused by the shaking, and looked at Twilight. "Twi?"

"Mhm. You looked like you were having a nightmare so I woke you up."

"Alright."

The rancher looked around to see that the camp was still safe and he turned back to Warriors. "Do you wanna go back to sleep?"

The captain shook his head. "Okay, well, I'm on watch so if you want to join me I don't mind." Twilight hummed.

Warriors followed Twilight and sat down next to him on a log. "I'm here if you wanna talk about it." Twilight reassured.

"Thanks for the offer." The captain said, and wiped away tears from his face.

"No problem." The rancher replied.

Fireflies began to fly into camp, above the sleeping heroes. Twilight smiled at the sight. The glowing dots of green made the camp seem magical. "Fireflies? In this Hyrule?" Warriors gazed at the fireflies.

"More likely than you'd think." Twilight hummed. "The cub has a bunch in his bag."

Warriors made a face. "Oh please don't tell me he puts that in our food."

The ranch hand laughed. "If it counts for anything I've never seen him put it in food."

The captain dramatically collapsed. "Oh, that's good."

Twilight rolled his eyes and pulled him up to his feet. The captain stumbled a little. "I forgot you were that strong."

The rancher patted Twilight's shoulder mock-consolingly. "There, there, captain."

The fireflies continued to fly around, glowing like stars but close to the ground.

[transingthoseformers]

For the Salty Asks (you can just pick your fav three if you don't want to do them all ^^'): 4, 6, 9, 13 (Megatron), 20, 21, 27

I answered the ones i most easily could answer, so:

4: hmm, as far as NOTPs mine are fairly common sense ones but i suppose my most "my personal opinion" NOTP is tfa Shockbee. Dunno why but that ship doesn't really click for me like many other ships do

6: a pairing i used to hate but now love thanks to the fandom? I'd have to say tarnma and megastar, I'm very specific with those dynamics and i definitely wouldn't ship them in canon

9: most disliked character? Bayverse Wheeljack. I am so sorry but he scares me so much and i hardly remember his role in DOTM

13: unpopular opinion about Megatron? You can demonstrate he is/was a bad person without making him abusive to Starscream and blaming Starscream. That's my personal opinion, especially if they're going to keep going for Megatron redemption arcs. You can give them a tumultuous dynamic without making it outright abusive.

20: purest ship in the fandom? Difficult question, considering what a lot of these guys have done, but my answer has to be LugAnode. I do not talk enough about them, they are amazing, and i love their dynamic

21: thoughts on crackships? I love them, if you can sell me on a ship i will believe you fully on it. I'm usually going to hear you out

27: least shippable character? Hmm, difficult question, because I'll ship just about anyone, but i apologize to cliffjumper lol

[spookyagentfmulder]

@musesofhororr liked for a sentence starter! (For Scully!)

"Scully, in your professional opinion, do you think a flesh eating virus could mutate so much that it could cause a zombie apocalypse?"

"Just curious. No reason in particular."

[ghostbunny-stims]

@cloudxxiii ‘s silly little fella!

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Sniper might be a professional, but he’s also a professional klutz

Not really much of a punchline, just thought this was funnier in my head