#I guess it is

[cryptskeep]

To me Mumbo Jumbo is just some dude who was given the lamest superpower ever (British). He has the energy of constantly being in a banana costume. Does this make sense to anyone else?

[satorlrosecat]

It's come to my attention that tumblr never got to see these

[simplefanatic]

Some knights just want to be picked up bridal style by their princesses

[sunnynwanda]

Hi! Ive been following you for a long while and I love your writing so much!

If you feel like it, could you write a hero x villain, one of which is the type to get touchy and playful when drunk and accidentally confesses to the other like that? With the other being surprised

Ofc you can take it in whatever way you want! :D

Do Your Worst

Warnings: intoxication, slightly suggestive (i guess?), bad flirting xD

Villain was stoic. Cold as ice, unmoving as a mountain. They never flinched, never winced, never recoiled. No matter how strong the blow was, no matter how bad it hurt. No muscle dared to twitch on their carved face, not one sound escaped their pale lips.

They were made of stone - Hero was sure of it. 

Here remembered their first battle with Villain, the power of their blows unmatched, rumbling in the emptiness of the building, concrete crushing under their fists as they chased Villain relentlessly. In retrospect, Hero knows they must have broken at least five ribs, if not more. Yet, the only reaction they got from Villain was a quirked eyebrow - a mocking challenge. A dare to keep going, to give more. Bring it on.

Do your worst. 

Hero hated those words despite having heard them a thousand times before. A spark ignited deep within, turning into lightning, rushing through their veins like a wave. Passion and power. Hero had no idea where to draw the line. Villain was insatiable in their hunger, unstoppable in their pursuit of a thrill. Yet there was no satiating Hero's thirst either - they wanted more. More fire, more freedom. More of Villain.

But Villain was the epitome of indomitable. Impassive. Equable.

All the more surprising was the state they found Villain in today. No, surprising was not the word for what they were feeling. They were struck dumb, astonished, speechless. Anything but surprised as they take in the look of Villain swaying on their feet and coming to a halt in front of them with the sweetest pout on their soft lips. 

"Baby-y," they exclaim, excitement colouring their voice in a way Hero has never heard before. "What are you doing here?" 

Hero staggers back, their eyes blown wide. Villain attempts a smile, their lips curling up to reveal the dimples on their cheeks. Hero feels their heart skip a beat at the sight.  

"Villain, are you alright?" They start cautiously, part of them suspecting that their nemesis has been drugged. 

Villain nods, failing to form a stern expression and setting on an adorable frown. "Mhm. Missed you. So much." Their words come out slurred but manage to send Hero's eyebrows up into their goddamn hairline. 

"You... what?" Hero mumbles out, breath hitching in their throat as they process the words. They are quick to react when Villain stumbles forward, gripping Hero's outstretched arms for stability. 

Except, they don't stop at that. Once Hero steadies them and lets go of their hands, Villain doesn't step back. Instead, they wrap their arms around Hero's waist and rest their chin on Hero's chest as they tilt their head up. 

"Hi, baby," they muse, their pupils dilated from intoxication. Hero's throat goes dry at the sight, their hands twitching to touch Villain's flushed cheekbones, brush their fingers over the sensitive skin, ignite them the same way Villain's words have them on fire. 

"Hi," Hero breathes out, their mind spinning. "You're drunk." They state the obvious, earning a deep rumble of a chuckle from Villain. 

"Mhm," Villain hums, leaning closer, their chest flush against Hero's. "And you're pretty." 

"I- w-what?" Hero stutters out, their brain short-circuiting when Villain's hand slides up their chest to their neck, their fingers brushing the side of Hero's neck. "What are you doing?"

"Hm?" Villain looks up at them, blinking innocently and sending a shiver down Hero's spine. Holy mother of god. 

Hero wants to remove Villain's hands from their body, they really do. But, the moment they actually try, Villain gives them the most adorably heart-shattering pout they have ever seen, and who the hell is Hero to refuse them? 

They sigh heavily, cupping Villain's jaw, their thumb rubbing soft circles into their cheek. "Shh, let me get you home, okay?" They ask, gazing intently into Villain's heavy-lidded eyes. Villain nods, leaning into their touch with unexpected desperation, their lips parted in strained pants.

Hero draws them closer, holding them upright, but almost drops them when their apathetic nemesis yelps. Hero stares at their enemy cradled in their arms when Villain does the unthinkable. They giggle. The sound rings through the air, and Hero all but dies on the spot, their mouth hanging agape for a moment too long, drawing another soft laugh out of Villain, who must have decided to break Hero's mind because they wrap their arm around Hero's shoulders, nuzzling into their neck. 

"I've wanted to do this for so long," they mutter against Hero's skin, sending a flood of lava down their throat. Hero lets out a guttural groan, barely restraining themself from lifting Villain's head from their shoulder and devouring them on the spot. 

"Villain, please," Hero whispers, unsure of what they are pleading for - for Villain to stop or to keep going. Keep ruining me.

Villain shakes their head, their lips brushing against the side of Hero's neck when they speak again. "I won't have the guts to say this when I'm sober," they confess, and Hero freezes, too stunned to move, speak or even breathe.

They can't remember what they need the air for when Villain's cold fingers trace the outline of their lips. They feel intoxicated, Villain's drunken state influencing them in the strangest way possible, making them feel lightheaded like no alcohol ever could. 

"Villain," Hero warns through gritted teeth, struggling desperately to maintain control and composure when Villain stands on their tiptoes, leaning on Hero's chest for stability. "One more word from you, and I won't be responsible for my actions."

They press their forehead to Villain's, their eyes meeting with scorching intensity, Hero's gaze glowing with insanity and desire.

Villain might be made of stone, but Hero isn't. 

Hero is on the verge of falling apart, crumbling under Villain's smouldering hands like they are made of clay. 

"Do your worst," Villain whispers against their lips, and Hero loses it, capturing Villain's mouth, crushing into them with a groan rambling in the back of their throat. 

No, Hero is not made of stone. And neither is Villain.

A/N: Hi, sweetheart! Oh my, thank you so much :) You have no idea what this means to me and how good it makes me feel to receive requests and notes like this! Love you with all my heart <3 xo Sunny

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[lovekaverie]

saw this on instagram today🙁💔

[kirksbignaturals]

Do you ever wonder if scotty just straight up wouldnt beam somebody back up?

[beetleisbarking]

Cringy ass vent, skip if you don’t want negativity which right now of all times I totally understand

Okay I know my blog is like a tickle blog and stuff but sometimes, and I don’t know if anyone else feels the same way, I just don’t feel I’m pretty enough to be tickled, or like cute. I don’t like the way my face scrunches up when I laugh, my laugh is too squeaky and largely unpleasant to be honest, I don’t really have a nice smile, my teeth are kind of cooked, and I really hate my hair just in general.

Sometimes I don’t feel deserving of it, or like anyone is gonna want to give me and sort of affection because I’m just not a very pleasant looking girl. I have a beautiful girlfriend but I also don’t think I want to tell her these things. I think they’d make her upset.

I feel alone alot of the time. With my friends, who are all so gorgeous, and I don’t hate them for it, they all sparkle in these beautiful ways and while I do envy them of course, I admire them even more.

I wish I was cuter. And I’m not looking for compliments I promise, that’s also kind of impossible considering I’ve never and probably will never post a selfie of myself on here. None of you know what I look like for the most part and I relish in that. I’ve always liked things that hide my face.

This is so so cringy but one year I was a werewolf on Halloween, I was 13? People treat you differently when they can’t tell who you are. When all they see is a werewolf, they love you because you’re a werewolf. They don’t know the awkward acne ridden teenage girl inside.

I wonder about these things alot. I try to pretend it doesn’t get to me but I’m sure you can tell it does. My future self hasn’t come to me to tell me everything is gonna be alright, and I have so so many questions for her.

I guess I’m just waiting for now

[michdoodles]

Triple S doodle comic to wrap up the year I suppose. This is probably how it went first time peaceful au!Silver wanted to hang out post defeating eggman and his goons so uh yeah

God, I should have stuck to drawing Shadow simple, I do not like how he turned out in that last panel. Also, Silver is way too high up but he could still be floating idk *sigh* anyway, I’m sorry if I accidentally prophesy anything with this, please accept my humble apology ahead of time… unless it’s good! The apology is only if something terrible happens lol

[bangsty]

Random ask, but I’m curious if anybody else can find something similar. I’ve read this fic a few times before and I really like it! There’s just a few parts that make me feel weird about it (the underlying incest….😟) and I wanna know if there’s more with a similar concept/idea out there! (Preferably without that one part)

It’s an old Transformers fanfiction called “The Lost Prime”

Summary: Primes and their Lord High Protectors are made as twins, their sparks coming online together far from other Cybertronian life, protecting one another until the Herald of Primus comes for them. However, the Council can't allow that and the newest Prime goes missing, his Lord Protector tearing Cybertron apart to find him. Every war has its reason, this one is just coming to light. TFA AU

My main issue with the original fic is the fact that they’re written as “Spark Twins” (which implies/means they’re brothers/related in some way) and the fic has it tagged that Megatron and Optimus are romantically involved. (I’m pretty sure it’s showcased as that too…I haven’t read it in a while tho) But I LOVE the idea of Optimus being this born prime who was stolen from his intended life and Megatron searching endlessly for him and reuniting once again! So if anyone has some reccomendations for similar fics I’d love to know! (If others want to use the idea and write a whole new fic entirely too that’d be welcomed too haha)

[egggargler]

Reposting cuz I wanted to fix some stuff lol hah whoops hehehoohohaheho anyways I like him

[12-toads-in-a-trench-coat]

possum :3

ive just come to the conclusion that this technically qualifies as furry art so. I'm now a furry artist because there's more of this on the way.

[thee-horny-thicky]

The feminine urge to write fics with TF141, but being intimidated by how people from that island speak. Trying to capture the slang and accents seems so intimidating 😭

[sunnynwanda]

Point of No Return

Warnings: public execution, side character death, mentions of mass casualties, that's it ig. Let me know if I missed anything.

Villain knew they were done for from the moment the first crack ran across the wall. Despite its intensity, the battle had been relatively even up to that point, and they had every chance of making it out unharmed. They were fine. If only their Henchman didn't panic.

Villain sensed their distress almost immediately - they even managed to yell a choked "Don't!". But it was too late. Henchman pressed the damn button, detonating the pillars that were holding the building. It was never part of the plan, simply a backup to ensure the military wouldn't bomb the building they were in. If only Villain had picked a different - empty - one.

The cracks spread at a ferocious speed. Villain met Hero's eyes amidst chaos, and they could tell Hero knew too. Villain registered Hero grabbing their shoulder and yanking them away from falling rubble with a delay. "Get out!"

"But…" They didn't get to finish the sentence, their voice buried by the rumbling sound of the building collapsing around them. Another explosion shook the ground under their feet. Villain fell, hitting the back of their head harshly. The last thing they registered before the world around them was consumed by darkness was Henchman's tear-stained face and Hero's arms around them.

"It wasn't their fault."

That was the first thing Villain heard through the haze. The voice felt familiar, but they couldn't quite place it. They were sore all over, with unusual heaviness weighing down their limbs. They struggled to open their eyes, like their eyelids were made of lead. Their throat clenched, begging for water, yet they couldn't find their voice or remember what words to use to ask for it.

"Twenty-nine civilians, Hero! They killed twenty-nine civilians."

"Vil-" Hero stammers, squeezing their eyes shut for a moment. Their tongue tastes bitter in their mouth. The next sentence they utter feels like the last nail in the coffin.

"Villain did not order it."

That voice again. Was it Hero? But where was Henchman? Were they alright? The darkness was spinning around Villain's aching head. They must have mumbled something incomprehensive because, the next second, they felt someone gently take their hand and run circles over their knuckles. It felt comforting, and before Villain knew it, they fell into the embrace of the haze again.

They come to their senses two days later. Squinting their eyes, they look around, noting their surroundings. It looks like a hospital room. Huh. They must have been injured when the building collapsed. But why weren't they in their lair? Who could have brought them to a public hospital?

The answer to their question walks through the door before they can come up with a plausible explanation.

"You're awake," Hero states, their voice grave with something Villain is not aware of yet.

"Why am I here?" They attempt to lift themself, but Hero's hand presses to their chest, pushing them back down.

"Stay put. You shouldn't move that much." Villain shakes their head, and the room starts rotating upon the motion. They curse under their breath. Hero sits on the edge of their bed. "How are you?"

"I'm fine," Villain gritts, anxious at the way Hero's eyes look anywhere to avoid meeting their gaze. Something is wrong. "Where's Henchman?"

Hero freezes. Then they run a hand over their face, rubbing their eyebrows with a heavy sigh. No.

"They can't be…" before Villain can finish the thought, their eyes land on the TV across the room. The screen flashes from the reporter to what looks like a prison. And there they are, their Henchman. Scared, shaking and being led to… a wooden chair?

"What..?" Once comprehension dawns on them, Villain springs up, attempting to jump off the bed. Hero's arms wrap around them tightly from behind, catching them mid-air. "No! Let go of me! No! No, please, no…"

"Villain, please," Hero pleads, steeling themself to withstand the lamenting storm in their arms. "Calm down."

Villain screams, thrashing around in their arms, fighting to free themself from Hero's grip. Their eyes are glued to the screen, tears streaming down their face as Henchman is strapped to the chair.

"No, no, no," Villain cries out in despair, choking through their words as they will Hero to let them go. Hero's hold only tightens around them. "Ple-ase."

Their hands shake as they scratch at Hero's forearms, kicking their feet in the air and throwing their head back, but Hero does not yield or waver. The cameras focus on Henchman's face, and a new wave of anguish washes over Villain when the plug is pulled, and the electric current rushes through them. They watch Henchman jerk against their ties a few times, and their face contort into a grimace of sheer, scorching pain before their eyes turn to glass.

Villain lets out an animalistic howl, and their vision blurs, no longer focused on Henchman's body as it is unstrapped and dragged away. Villain's voice is stuck somewhere in their chest when they attempt to scream again, only short gasps escaping their dry lips. They feel like they've been submerged in hot water, flesh boiling off their bones. Their eyes burn, ready to pop out of their head to avoid the torment.

"Breathe, breathe," Hero whispers into their neck, hugging Villiain's trembling body closer. They try to restrict Villain's hands from clawing their chest open. "Stop hurting yourself. It's not your fault."

"They are dead," Villain wails, sagging into Hero's embrace like a ragdoll. "They're dead, they…"

Hero lays them down on the bed. Villain is no longer struggling, silent tears streaming down their face, interrupted only by occasional hiccups.

"I know." Hero's voice is small and full of regret. They run a hand through Villain's hair in an attempt to comfort them as best they can. "I'm sorry."

"I failed them," they sob, covering their face with their hands. Hero hates to witness them shatter into pieces and have no way of fixing it. "I let them die."

"Villain, it's not your fault," Hero repeats. They feel a fair share of guilt themselves. It was never meant to get this far. It was never meant to cause casualties. It was never meant to be a choice between the two, and Hero certainly was in no right of choosing. "I did everything I could to help them. I'm sorry."

"It was my job to protect them," Villain whimpers, hugging their arms around their body as it starts shaking violently. Hero pulls a blanket over them.

"And mine was to save the civilians in that building," Hero admits, dropping their head back to rest against the headboard. "We both failed."

If only they had been faster and had managed to get the people out.

If only they did not allow their cat-and-mouse game to get this far.

If only they did not choose Villain over and over again.

If only.

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[fiction-phan]

We’re back!

More than 6 years later and I’m baaaackkkkkk…and so are they 🥹🥹

[margoshamangolord]

hi guys. making evangelion fanart because it may have heavily impacted the development of my brain's right hemisphere when i watched it at the ripe age of 12 but shaking my head furiously to let you know that i fucking hate everything about this piece of shit show