#It's certainly an idea >:3c

[sysig]

Finally gave doodling BF an attempt, I can see the appeal (Patreon)

[radioactiverats]

thoughts on seekers locking landing gears and spiraling in the sky as a gesture of trust, similar to how eagles do that courtship spiral :3c or even just twirling in the air together a little too close. yes its probably really dangerous, but nothing beats being in total sync in the air

OH >:3c Absolutely in love with this. THE RITUALS ARE INTRICATE. I'm gnawing on this from various angles. Firstly thinking about this being a seeker-specific aspect of Conjunx Ritus (mutual Act of Devotion??) and it would honestly be so beautiful :,)

My mind jumped to this,, (angst warn)

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In early stages of the war, when the exhilaration of following Megatron had worn off and bots were starting to realise their sparks weren't worth his doomed-to-fail commands (not enough experience yet..). When he was mostly relying on fear to keep his troops in order before he'd gained their full loyalty, there had been an Incident. You remember it like it was yesterday, because Starscream had looked ashen when he came back that night, and you'd never, ever seen that expression on his faceplate before.

You sit up, shuffling over to make room on the berth as Starscream plunks himself heavily down. After a few cycles of increasingly uneasy silence, he finally manages to speak.

"Two seekers have offlined."

His iron grip on the edge of the berth tell you the circumstances of their deaths were not straightforward.

"What do you know of Conjunx Ritus?"

You actually take a nanoklik to think about it, which Starscream appreciates given the solemnity of the situation.

"I know there's four acts?" You finally say, suddenly embarrassed about your naivety. To be fair, you'd never really had a chance to consider the possibility. Thankfully, Starscream just nods briefly.

"Correct. The fourth and final stage is called an Act of Devotion. Back on Vos, we seekers had a different way of performing it."

Starscream takes a klik to collect himself. You can't help but wonder if he has a Conjunx. If he does, he's certainly never talked about them.

"It's called a Death Spiral," Starscream finally says, voice horse. "Two seekers soar to the very fringes of the atmosphere and there, before the eyes of the universe itself, lock their servos and their landing gears before free falling back to planetside."

Beside him, you're enthralled to learn about this aspect of your own culture that you'd never had a chance to become familiar with. At the same time, you're picking up on a strange emotion that clogs his vocaliser and the faraway look in his optics, so you remain quiet as he resets his vocaliser.

"At the very last second," Starscream continues softly, "the two seekers pull up immediately before making contact with the ground."

It sounds incredibly dangerous, but you're enraptured by the idea. You know this because Starscream has made you practice something similar in the past, and there were a few times you genuinely thought you wouldn't make it through training in one piece even with landing gears. It undoubtedly took a lot of skill to harness the winds without the aid of thrusters, and even more courage and trust. You supposed that was where the love came in.

"It's... exquisite." Starscream offlines his optics, shakes his helm before turning to look at you, a ragged sort of pain spiking jaggedly through his EM field.

"I can imagine," You murmur quietly. It sounded like he was telling a story, back then. One from experience.

"Earlier today, two seekers engaged in a Death Spiral. But they didn't pull up." Starscream ex-vents raggedly, tilting his helm up to stare at the ceiling. "It was a pact."

For a klik you just sit there, frozen in silent horror. When he speaks again, it's through gritted denta. "Megatron has now enforced a ban against Conjunx Ritus between seekers."

You had a few guesses as to why. Seekers' valuable frame types to the Decepticon cause meant that Megatron couldn't afford to lose them. However, as increasing numbers of troops grew discontent with his leadership, Megatron as usual had decided to silence them through cruelty. It seemed that today's incident had been the last straw.

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Outside the context of courtship rituals though, I see twirling together as a show of trust that anyone can do, from sires/carriers/sparklings to amica endura, cos flying and the skies are so deeply entwined with the seeker identity. Imagine just flying with your bro and the exhilaration of doing a complicated spin together, so close you can feel the heat of each other's engines on your plates before zooming apart again, the sound of your laughter carried on the winds. Must be so good to be in sync like that fr.

That being said, I think Starscream's determined to make sure cadet never feels alone in the skies, which is meant to be your home. Maybe in better times, I can see him joining cadet for training - the moves are a breeze for him, but it warms his spark to see you so happy while in the air. Not sure they get the luxury of the Autobots' "wanna go for a drive?", especially since his interactions with you must be under the guise of training - so Megatron won't see you as a target. Still, one must imagine Starscream happy.

Thank you for the lovely ask!!!!!!! Another yap... but in the process I have learned so much about eagles... I will put some sofas in my inbox so asks are received comfortably

[dailygriandoodles]

Day 133

More of the AU from yesterday that I'm still cookin :3c

So for the record this is still a SUPER bare bones AU, there's a lot that needs work and fleshing out. So if anyone wants to take it at this point and run feel free!!! I will not lay claim to anything this early on haha that can wait until I've started making AU specific designs lol

For now I'm just gonna call it the Untitled AU (slippery slope watch that'll end up being the official name) but at least it gives me something to tag it with

The bare bones basics of it is Grian struggling with self isolation due to his Watcher abilities, pulling away from Scar and Mumbo as his closest friends and grappling with emotions and problems bigger than he can handle on his own.

(more rambling under cut)

The hanahaki comes in play by essentially forcing Grian to go back to his friends. When he's alone and isolates, it gets worse. When he reaches out for help and companionship, it gets better. It's almost like...Reverse of what normal hanahaki is? Like hanahaki is normally abt unrequited or un-voiced love. Grian loves his friends and they know it. That's certainly well known. But when he pulls away he does the very thing he's terrified of; hurts them. So when he's isolating himself, he's being forced to think of them through the flowers he coughs up.

if u cant tell that im projecting lol...

There's like specific words I have for the how and why this works but I'm struggling to find them. Anyway it's like when he's isolating he's essentially being given a life line by the universe, like hey, go back to your friends, quit doing this to yourself. You need them and they need you. That kinda deal.

And the Watcher stuff all comes into play bc Grian is scared of his powers and is worried they'll hurt his friends. And because I LOVE causing my blorbos pain and suffering I do want a point where his powers do Exactly That. Maybe he wasn't scared of them at first, maybe he used them freely and openly. But something happened, people felt hurt by it, and it sends Grian into a spiral.

SCHEMING scheming and thinking

And if y'all have any ideas for the AU feel free to throw em at me! And like I said at this point in the AU I feel it's super super bare bones and essentially free game, go ham :3 I'll keep working on it myself too and we'll all just go from there! :D

And ofc feel free to throw questions at me bc thats the easiest way for me to flesh things out, just answering questions hAH

[valley-of-headcanons]

hello!!! i just started following your blog recently and i love your headcanons :] !!

i wanted to request some headcanons about the farmer's first kiss with the bachelors and bachelorettes :3c (can be separate posts if needed! no rush <3)

maybe things like where and when it'll happen, if it's early on or later on in their relationship, if they even have a relationship yet when it does happen, etc. :0

thanks so much for reading this lol, and keep up the good work!!! <3

bachelors' first kiss with farmer || headcanons

sharing such a magical experience with your lover is better than you could've ever imagined! <3 part two here!

warning: alcoholism and self-hatred in shane's part (relapsing), a few kisses without explicit consent. guys, please learn some decency 🙄

requested by: anon! hi, so sorry for the late response! thank you for the request though, i deeply appreciate it! such a cute one too! :) i hope you enjoy, because i had a ton of fun writing it! part two will be out eventually :)

alex

• Alex wouldn't wait to kiss you, to be honest. It would essentially be right after a love confession, even before you two start officially dating. He's too overjoyed with the fact that you actually feel the same about him, and he really wants to show you. After dinner and the saloon, the night he confessed to you, he walked you home like the true gentleman he is. As he walked you to your dimly like doorstep, he held your hand for a moment. The look in his eyes showed that he didn't want to leave yet, or ever.

• He took a deep breath before softly taking both of your hands in his. “Can I give you a goodnight kiss? Even if it's on the cheek, I don't mind. I want to make sure you're comfortable ... but I also want to make you feel loved. Whatever you're comfortable with is perfectly fine,” he said with a nervous smile. The soft glow of your porch light illuminated you so perfectly, he didn't want to lose this picture of you. You're so perfect in his eyes.

• After you let him know that it was okay to kiss you, he slowly rested his hands on your waist in the most respectful manner he could. Once he noticed you were okay with it, he slowly leaned into your lips. The kiss felt like sparks flew across your yard. It was soft but the passion behind it wasn't concealed. The fast heartbeat in both of your chests sounded like a metronome on the verge of short-circuiting. It was so, so lovely.

elliot

• Elliott and patience doesn't seem to pair well. Did we really expect him to wait very long? In all seriousness, it would probably be before the actual confession. He wouldn't do it unless he saw reciprocating signs, of course. You two were relaxing on the beach one night, watching the dark waves under the moonlight. The conversation was deeply poetic and romantic, explaining life's mysteries with metaphors and similes like it was just common knowledge.

• “The moon and the sun are so distant from each other, but they're nothing without the other. The moon wouldn't have its light, the sun would have nothing to show its light to. But once in a lifetime, they eclipse each other for just a moment ... do you think that this moment is an eclipse? You, the sun, and I, the moon? ... I find the idea quite enchanting ...” he said, his eyes tracing your face.

• He locks eyes with you, analyzing your expression with everything he can. He slowly lifts his hand and rests it against your own, almost like a test. When you don't pull away and instead move closer, that's when he knows. He leans into you slowly, so that if you want to pull away, you can. You don't. Your lips connect like the waves crashing on the shore beside you; the moon's heart strings are certainly tied to the ocean. Strong but calming, pulling you deeper and deeper. What a way to end a beautiful night.

harvey

• Harvey wouldn't kiss you until you're in a relationship, and it might take a while. He wanted to make it special! He's so unsure about the romantic aspect of life since he's so stuck in his work. So, he decided to make it special! He invited you to the forest after dark, where he had set up a picnic blanket. Candles were all over the area, but you soon discovered that they were fake candles, because Harvey wouldn't be caught dead causing a forest fire. A nice meal was prepared, something Harvey cooked himself. This dinner was for your six month anniversary.

• He nervously asks, “So ... I-I know that this is our sixth month anniversary, and I was wondering if you'd like to dance with me?” You're surprised, but you oblige. He puts on some soft, slow-dance music and offers his hand. He's not very good, but he can sway. You notice the nervous look on face and the slight sweat on his hands as you dance below the stars. You ask what's wrong.

• “... would it be okay if I- ... uh ... kissed you?” Harvey asked with a small, nervous smile. He was so embarrassed, but when you gave a nod, he was over the moon. He cupped your cheek with his hand, staring into your starstruck eyes before leaning in. The kiss was so incredibly soft, sweet, and caring. It felt like you were lifted into the star-studded sky, laying gently on a cloud. It was beautiful and definitely worth the wait.

sam

• It wouldn't take Sam too long to kiss you. Maybe a week or two at most. He likes the romantic aspect of a relationship, but kissing is kissing in his eyes! It's not the most serious part in his opinion, but it's pretty cool, right? It would happen the night of his first concert with you two officially a couple. You stood at the edge of the stage, staring up to watch him perform. The crowd was small, but they were heavily enjoying the music. Specifically, the song he wrote for you.

• At the end of the night after the crowd goes home, you ran to hug him. You tell him how amazing the concert and how you feel about the song he wrote you. “I'm so glad you loved it! I wrote it a little while ago, back when I started crushing on you. It's a sweet little tune. We didn't really start composing the instruments and shit until I realized I was in love with you- ... oh fuck, I didn't- but- ... I love you. I really do love you. More than anything, actually ...” Maybe this was a little more serious than just a kiss.

• Sam's face was bright red, both from the sweat after performing and his bashfulness. When you said it back, he practically jumped for joy. He held you tightly within his arms and pressed kisses all over your face. He hesitated, before kissing your lips. Fireworks, an array of colors exploded as your lips met. The world disappeared while you were in his arms, just every color you could ever think of.

sebastian

• Sebastian would probably kiss you before you two officially started dating. But, you'd immediately start dating after, he doesn't like loose strings like that. When he showed you his bike one night, he asked if you wanted to take a ride to the city. After he shoved a helmet on your head, you were both good to go. Holding onto the back of him for dear life was enough to make both of your faces flush with color. As you two made it to your destination, he really couldn't get that moment out of his mind.

• You two were on the outskirts of the city, a small park that Sebastian liked to visit. He couldn't shake the feeling of your arms around him ... maybe it was a sign. “Hey, do you wanna go bike riding again soon? I didn't expect to like it so much with company, but I guess you're an exception ... my face isn't red- how can you even see? There are no lights except the stars! ... fine, you win, but it's your fault. You ... there's a lot of things about you that make me blush, okay? ...”

• The two of you sat under the stars in the cold, wet grass as he stared into your eyes. “... you look so pretty in the light of the stars, is this how you look every night? ... can I kiss you?” he asked, his face bright red and his freckles illuminated. When you nodded, he softly pressed his lips against yours. He was gentle, but his hand slowly slid to your lower back to pull you in a little more. The kiss was the flickers of a fireplace, contained but oh so warm. It felt like warmth, peace, and home. Maybe this was where you belonged.

shane

• It would take Shane a while to warm up to the idea of being in a relationship, and an even longer time to kiss you. He's always worried about how serious this will be, and he doesn't want to kiss you if you're just going to end up wasting his time. However, he's convinced in enough time. You two were sitting at the pier at the lake below your farm, and he was a bit tipsy. He had relapsed again, but not by too much. He was only a bit tipsy, but definitely emotional. You two were a few weeks into dating, and he didn't entirely trust you yet, but ... he was working on it.

• He was ranting, severely upset. “I tried so hard this time, but it just got away from me. I don't get it! Everyone tries so hard to stop me but I always find a way to get back to the bottle. You try ... so fuckin' hard to stop me. I let you down ev'ry damn time- I always let you down! It pisses me off how hard you try and how passionate you are! I-I just- ...” he says, his voice beginning to break as he looks into your eyes.

• Your were about to speak before his lips attached to yours. It was as though lightning struck you, his hand resting on your waist as he kissed you with an unprecedented amount of passion. It shocked your body to the core, but you couldn't get enough of it. He was desperate for this, he needed this. Whether it be the liquor on his lips or his sober thoughts, this was the one thing he wanted.

[tunastime]

UM UM UM “staying up until midnight to talk” with SEN or DBHC ethubs or docsuma

Or “pull me closer,” with dbhc docsuma :floshed:

Okay skitters away

staying up until midnight to talk (919 words) (x) (:3c)

Etho’s hands follow a practiced rhythm. He isn’t sure how they wouldn’t, with every wire and mechanism and gear in his body perfectly calibrated to move with precision and within expectation. He certainly fails, and jerks, and stutters, and falls, but base programming, movements that fell perfectly into subroutines he couldn’t even begin to trace, even if Xisuma showed him the exact steps? Of course they were perfect. And of course he never faltered.

The sand beneath him offers a much needed cushioning from the hard, winter dirt, despite the fact that the sun provides little warmth to the air around them in the snow fort. The sky is so blue it makes his eyes strain to look at—and maybe it would hurt, if he knew how it was supposed to feel.

Instead, Etho watches patches of sky blue in the silver-warped reflection of his sword, faint flickers of enchantment pulsing out from the hilt where the hastily carved runes sit. He runs the sharpening stone against the blade’s flat edge, careful not to nick the silicon of his fingers as he scrapes it across, again, and again. Practiced, careful, calculated rhythm. So much so that he doesn’t even register the sounds of shuffling a few paces away until Bdubs’ voice cuts through the silence.

“Etho,” he says, voice all rough around the edges like he were hungry for something more than just company. Etho keeps sharpening, just for a moment, before he chances a glance over.

Bdubs leans at the wooden fence, leaning his weight into the flimsily-set posts. He grins like nothing in the world could bother him. The characteristic dark brown of his eyes flickers with red, with that same hunger. Etho hates it. Which is odd. Because he really doesn’t feel strongly about much of anything, and disgust is an emotion very foreign to him, and he’s beginning to think the slight grinding in his chest is a problem Xisuma might need to diagnose when he gets back. It feels wrong. Because he knows he likes Bdubs just fine. He trusts him just enough. But that look.

Bdubs is still watching him, eyeing the sword in his hand with a gaze he can’t place, let alone read. Better give him an answer.

“Bdubs,” he says calmly, tilting his head to the side.

“You thought anymore about my offer?”

Etho makes a sound like a hum, mimicking the sound of turning the idea over in his head. He stands, setting his whetstone next to the cold embers of last night’s fire. The pot and cups still rest in the dirt, as cold as the rest of their surroundings. The sword stays in his hand.

(In the back of his mind, a memory surfaces. In it, Etho lies in the night-damp grass in clothes that still smell a bit like gunpowder, but not enough to notice unless you got real close. Bdubs is somewhere to his immediate left, still speaking, haloed in the glow of lanterns and lights of a shop. One of them at least. Within the clarity of memory, Etho can pinpoint that it’s Tango’s shop. Bdubs doesn’t live far from here. He isn’t sure when waiting for Tango to restock candles turned into tell Etho all about the extra additions to your base and your journey to find all the perfect horses for the Horse Course that you both just wrapped up, or into tell Bdubs all about how empty the mountain is, and how interesting this new game sounds, and how you hope you both find somewhere cool to base. Because you’ve already told him that you’re teaming up. But it does, and in this same space, the sky is full of bright white stars and a sliver of a moon that's starting to peek into the sky. Bdubs yawns.)

“The one from last night?” Etho asks, coming to with the sword heavy in his hand. He pushes the point into the soft sand until it hits hard earth and starts to give.

“You don’t gotta keep this fence, Etho…” Bdubs sighs, leaning his head into his palm. Etho folds his arms across his chest, splays one hand as he shrugs.

“Seems like the best way to settle this, ‘Dubs.”

“You could join me. Could always still join me,” Bdubs tries. “Just a quick one-two stab! Easy!”

“I can’t do that,” Etho says, shaking his head. “You know that.”

Bdubs sighs again, dramatic, deflating over the fence as Etho’s rejection stands firm. The thirium in his chest feels like it’s been flash frozen and has only started to dethaw, cold in his hands and feet, up his shins and to his elbows. He rolls his shoulders in, cupping each hand around each opposite elbow. There’s a little warmth to be found in the action with no fans kicking on to compensate.

“Well,” Bdubs says, drumming on the wooden beam between the two fence posts. “If you ever change your mind.”

He watches Etho for a moment, that familiar look coming to his eyes, as if it were trying to eclipse the haze of red Bdubs looks at him through, as if it were trying to expand his tunnel vision by just a fraction of an inch. Just as Etho notices, it’s snuffed, and the easy, careful look is replaced by an indifference Etho doesn’t think he enjoys. He still isn’t sure how much he knows for certain. He shrugs, barely a movement at all. Better say something.

“I won’t,” he says.

Bdubs huffs and turns away.

[raileurta]

i know your sparkeater!humans au is based in tfp, but i had an idea that i wanted share based off of idw sparkeaters

idw sparkeaters have these long chains that come out of their back with blades on the end, and the shape of them remind me of human skeletons

what if sparkeater!humans have long tails with bony exoskeletons that look like vertebrae and are sharp enough to latch onto/cut through metal? so they can more easily pin their prey to get at the good bits

maybe messengers’ tails are long enough to wrap around a cybertronians’ limb and then chainsaw it off 😈

idk just a small thought that i wanted to share

Oooh this is quite interesting and something to certainly keep in mind when I do my redesigns. ;3c

[sacred-coffin]

Hello, it’s me from your comment section speaking to you inside your brain. Pocket ghoul thoughts, GO!!! Especially in a dolled house.

Real photo of me reading this ask:

Anyyyyyyyways. teehee. i'll start with the cute stuff <3 but it will get evil later. it's what i deserve. all of this will be under a cut bc i have a LOT to say >:)

There is nothing better than having a little guy. I think it would be so awesome if Papas could keep their ghouls in a lil breast pocket sometimes... feeling them purring against their chest... 🥰

This happens to Copia all the time:

and also ofc cuddling all on top of him. no work today. lay down with the ghoulies. and yes they are biting and scratching but it's fine because they're so cute! I think Copia might have been the only one the ghouls cuddle puddled with. and his ghouls that stayed behind this tour certainly still are...

A recurring idea i have & i plan to write more about this some day is Mountain getting shrunk down for one reason or another and Cumulus is the one to find him :) so he takes a ride in her cleavage lol. and she spends the whole time teasing him for being so SMALL

I also like to think of Terzo keeping Omega around with him like his little angel and/or devil on his shoulder lol. He's absolutely keeping him close all the time but unfortunately I don't think Meg can relax through it considering how Terzo is LOL. But he loves to hold Omega in his hands and shower him with all kinds of affection. Maybe with a side of cuteness aggression.

ok sorry i cant hold back anymore i need to be EVIL.

I love making Terzo kinda fucked up and evil. I already headcanon him as being into model cities and stuff (meliora his beautiful city meliora) so i've toyed with the idea of him, yknow... wanting people for his tiny city :3 they'll learn to love it, bc it's his utopia !! what could go wrong

and ofc this bled over into me wanting him to have a collection of tiny ghouls :3c part of my thought process as heehee what if the old ghouls weren't banished OR kept around like normal and instead they all got shrunk down and now they're basically like toys 🤭and i went with Terzo bc i need him to be sick and twisted and i also think he's the only one that would play with them and drag it out. Primo & Secondo too violent/careless, Copia would be too weirded out i think.

So Terzo has his collection of tiny ghouls to play with, and of course they need a place to live, he couldn't possibly leave them in some kind of box, no it has to be beautiful model pieces, but they have to be safe and secure too! Don't want anyone escaping or getting hurt. After all, Terzo is very accident prone...

So the ghouls have their nice little doll houses, Terzo takes care of them, no one else ever bothers them...and of course they get played with!! I can see him trying to make them act out situations in his beautiful city just to sort of prove to himself that it really is perfect, of course he gets really pissy and frustrated when they're "doing it wrong."

But it's not fun just watching the ghouls (it's pretty fun though). So of course he takes them out and lets them have some free roaming time. But he has to limit where they're allowed to roam, he needs to keep an eye on them after all, so maybe they'll just all stay in bed. Plenty of fun things can happen in bed 🥰 It's the perfect time for them to get to know each other intimately. One way or another, everyone knows his mouth very well. Coughs. Perhaps some met his mouth and never came back. But who knows?

I have to wonder. What happened to them when Terzo died? Did anyone know they were there? Maybe they escape, and they're more like borrowers now...Who knows how other people in the ministry will treat them?

:3c this is just a little taste

[mychlapci]

Is heat stuff still popular? I have some ideas I've never gotten to share about them and I figured I'd drop them somewhere-

So, when a mech gets their heat, they overproduce lubricant. It isn't able to come out quick enough without enough pressure, so if you don't find a partner quick you'll find your lube glands overfull and swollen. Part of the reason that, no matter what specific material your valve lining is, your valve will be plush is the glands are connected to the flexible casing of the valve with some space between it and the valve lining. This means there will be inevitable spill over result in the lining getting pushed around. With the lining sealing off at the gestation chamber, the valve has no way to make space.

The valve will become more and more swollen, the lips will protrude more, and the poor node above them gets engulfed. The tiny holes the lubricant floods the valve through are forced to let more through at this point as a self preserving protocol. Normally letting that much through means losing valuable fluid, but not doing so is catastrophic. THIS is where the whiny, despite, over sensitive heat trope comes from. If someone doesn't have someone (or something) to help stimulate enough pressure to force the self preserving protocol in effect sooner, things get real painful real quick. Nothing is deadly, no forced hands anywhere, it just sucks really bad when you're a sad lonely fool and your legs are too wobbly for you to go across the room and get your toy box :3c

Is this a pharma angst thing? It could be a pharma angst thing.

Oh god yes absolutely, yes to all of this. mhmm the mesh of their valves get soooo swollen and hot and they just won’t stop dripping lubricant...

mhmm well i would certainly love to see Pharma go through this... sad, miserable fuck, waddling over to his bed with his fat valve out, desperately trying to get himself off and squeeze all that lubricant out of his pussy...

[quinloki]

Hi, Quin! 👋 I’m here to humbly request some love for my woefully under-appreciated favs 💖

For the kink game: Can we hear about Shachi and Penguin + Begging (receiving specifically, although the other way is good too lmao :3c ), Femdom/Pegging, and Free Use? 🐬🐧❤️‍🔥

Thank you!! ✨∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

Shachi and Penguin \o/

The best boyos there are xD They both deserve more love, so sure sure let's get into this.

Begging, Free Use, and we'll focus on Pegging, but I'll say I think both of them would be good with femdom in general =3 I think they're both pretty switchy in the first place, and even when I put them together as a couple I feel like they trade off pretty consistently.

<.<

>.>

/whispers/ Penguin seems like the nicer one until they're both teaming up on some poor sub, and then he can be mean. But Shachi will only pretend to help you.

Penguin:

Begging - Oh god you don’t even know - He'll beg so sweetly, but while him begging you is more of a Yes, you begging him is what this rating is set at. He's not against begging for anything, don't misunderstand, but while he can do a good job and be a good boy, he just loves having someone begging him.

Look at him shyly and ask so sweetly for a kiss and he's trying not to actively ravage you in public. Look up at him with tears in your eyes and beg to cum when you're shivering from edging and orgasm control and he's going to bring you over the edge so many times you'll be begging for him to stop.

There's just no much that's as sweet against his skin than the sound of your begging.

Free Use - Oh god you don’t even know - The most restrictions your Free Use agreement with Penguin is going to have are the ones that Law imposes to keep the two of you inline on his fucking ship.

To be fair, letting him bend you over during the strategy meeting probably wasn't a good idea from either of you.

But you're certainly going to know just how healthy Penguin's libido is when he's rutting into you first thing in the morning, putting your hand on his bulge during breakfast, pressing you against the wall during shift, getting down on his knees and eating you out after lunch, jerking himself onto your chest before dinner, and railing you over the railing when the sub's surfaced for an evening.

Pegging - FUCK yes - He can give as good as he gets and is more than happy to be on the being bent over. He's a little more dom than sub in my mind though, so you might need to put a foot on his back and keep him pinned, or tie him down nice and tight so he can squirm away.

If you're relationship is amenable to it, he'll definitely try to fight his way back on top of things. He can be really competitive some days, and fairly docile others, but it's hard to say where he's at until you start to tug on those knots and lube up that ass.

Shachi:

Begging - FUCK yes - You begging him, him begging you. He's more into getting to beg you, with that toothy crooked grin. He's so good, isn't he? He'll do everything to you that you want him to, and maybe a few things he wants to do if he's been good enough for you to let him.

But maybe you need to beg first? He's good at it, so he wants you to be good at it too, and if you want to beg him more than not he's okay with that. Give him a few tears while you're whining for him to stop, let him lick them from your cheek and if they're tasty maybe he'll be satisfied.

Free Use - Oh god you don’t even know - Shachi's all for setting some ground rules over all and then just having at afterward. Some play fighting to determine whose going to be in control. Maybe he let you pin him the last time, or maybe you managed it legitimately, he's not going to tell.

Did you let him pin you just now? Oh, you're in the hall, it's tight - time and space are limited, but let him pull down your pants and fill you up. You're so ready for him it goes right in, maybe you did let him pin you. Try to keep those moans in, they'll bounce down the hall and piss the captain off if he hears 'em.

Pegging - Oh god you don’t even know - Maybe a little bit more sub than dom, he's here for this. Let him be good for you. Step on him if you want, tell him to beg, rip his clothes off and bend him over the rails.

Pleasure's pleasure, and Shachi's here to take it as much as he is to give it out. If you enjoy pegging him, it's like Christmas every day. He'll beg for you, drool for you, hell he'll fucking bark if you really want him to. Pull his hair and tell him he can cum, and the next time he pins you, maybe it won't be the hall, but it'll be a private room, and he can take a little more time having you come undone for him.

How May I Kink Your Head Canon?

[howlsofbloodhounds]

I like to think that if human color had curly hair, he would give two sh1ts about defining it properly and just go around with a frizzy hair on normal days

MAYBE he would give more attention to it for important events, maybe, but I like to think about that

I really like to think that, as opposed to a human/humanized Killer’s long thick often straighter hair, Color would have a shorter, curlier type of hair—such as 3C hair.

And i definitely agree that he’d have very frizzy hair on most days. Not only because he’s a Sans at heart, but because he’s also chronically ill!

His depression on top of his chronic fatigue and chronic pain from his past bones fractures—having easily breakable, “brittle” bones—just can make even the “simplest” tasks so draining and difficult.

Not to mention—he spent like two decades in the Void, he’s kinda way out of practice in the whole self care department, and has to relearn while he recovers and rehabilitates. Redeveloping those habits that he fell out of, and remembering why they even matter.

Some days even the thought of trying to wash his hair or style it can be so damn exhausting, let alone actually doing it. On top of that, if it weren’t for having to share his life and body and mind and soul with six kids, he wouldn’t give two shits about any of that on his own.

His mind just immediately breaking it all down into every single step he has to do and planning it all out just makes it seem even more of a daunting task.

(And if you go with the idea of Color being narcoleptic, there’s also the matter of daytime sleepiness.)

Which is another way I feel Color feels he’s letting down the souls.

Not only is he “failing” to even do simple things, he can’t even style their hair, but he often needs Perseverance’s influence to make it through—and when he needs Vera’s influence, more often than not, they end up pushing it too far and need even longer to physically recover.

Which means even less energy and motivation to style their hair, to make it up all nice and pretty—with all the ribbons and bows that Color often sees during the rare moments when Patience allows itself to linger on the past.

The most Color can mentally and physically bring himself to do for the longest time in terms of style is cutting off lengths of their hair at a time any time it gets too long.

And that is because they have to, because their hair being too long is too triggering, even when watching the hair be thrown away into the trash or fall into the sink often leaves Color with a deep, aching feeling—a sense of profound sadness, loss.

And the impending sense of dread, at feeling that creeping sense of having failed again—of having let them all down, feeling Patience’s unspoken disappointment. Dreading the moment when Integrity informs him of how upset Ness is, how she had been asking for reassurance that she was still pretty, right?

And I was actually thinking that, maybe this yet another area where Epic and possibly also Delta help take care of Color and the souls.

Hair and hair styling isn’t really Delta’s thing or expertise, but that doesn’t mean wouldn’t be willing to learn how to properly wash and tend to 3c hair and wash Color’s hair for him when he’s too drained and exhausted to do it themself.

And Epic, a bit of a fashionista, he’d certainly be full of creative hairstyle ideas and accessories—and he both cares for his friend, and is good with kids.

Even if Color isn’t feeling up for styling or accessorizing their hair himself, but some of the kids do and Color wants to make them happy and comprise with them, he can always go to Epic for some ideas and help.

[myfanfic-urfantrash]

I am tempted to write a thing but I know that if I do I won't be able to write for months afterwards because that will take a lot outta me...I must manage my writing rations carefully...so I'll just sum up the idea instead :D

Cw: nsfw, eggs, oviposition, and monsters

The temptation is Neuvillette laying eggs. Yeah that's it that's the post everyone go home- SIKE I'm crazy as hell so of course I'm making the reader a monster perhaps a sea creature like Osial or like an alternative hydro creature like oceanids.

Neuvillette meets them while he's taking a walk to calm himself because his mating season is coming much sooner than usual since he regained his authority so its making him a bit irritable and he doesn't want to potentially lash out.

But while he's walking he feels an odd energy in the area that while not hostile its certainly strong and even a bit alluring. So he follows the trail of energy curious and wary, the pull of whatever it is getting stronger and stronger and eventually finds them within some deep ruins that glow a bit in the dim lighting and in a large section of the flooded building he sees a large creature that also glows.

He realizes that the reason he was attracted to the energy is because it was a fellow elemental being and that they were releasing their energy in hopes of finding a suitable mate.

It would be nice to have it be a long story that builds up to him discovering that the reader isn't human but an ancient elemental being but eh one shot smut is fine too. Or even have him discover the reader and meet them over a long period of time getting closer to each other.

Anyways he and the being basically agree to help each other out and while he thinks it's going to be him on the top they're the one that takes control.

Are tentacles involved? Mmmmaybe :3c

And yada yada yada boom he is filled with some squishy hydro eggs.

...Y'all thought he was laying eggs in the reader didn't you? You clearly don't know me at all >:V

As appealing as him laying eggs within the reader is(and its hot as hell) I believe in

✨️reader x character equality✨️

Which means that whatever is done to the reader by a character must be done to the character by the reader. So if he can lay eggs in the reader the reader should be able to lay eggs in him or whatever I'm half asleep as I always am when writing my wonderfully bizarre ideas future me is going to cringe so hard at reading this which is wonderful

Anyways this does not have to result in him having little hydro elemental babies nah but he does have to lay them they can be unfertilized eggs...or you can have fun and make him as wet and sticky as possible get creative go absolutely bonkers and enjoy the image of a beautifully flushed, drenched and throughly fucked out Neuvillette tiredly pushing out his eggs and cumming a bit as they push out of him and feeling rather empty once they're gone and tugging at the reader in a needy daze for more.

Anyways I've written my piece I will now go to sleep and question my sanity in the morning. :p

Edit: Awake me here uuuuuuh I heckin cooked last night but I do cringe a little at some of my phrasing -v-;

[berrymeter]

heyyyy my laptop fans brokeeee help

hieeee it's me again :3c (on the verge of combusting) (like my laptop)

so! my laptop is no longer very viable! woo! you know what that means! yeaaah i'm asking for help again wooooo joy & delight!!! cheer & clap for capitalism!

i'm probably gonna need at least 600 for this so that's the goal i'm setting. not happy about it but i'm still disabled so working isn't exactly getting easier especially when my one option for "working from home" is being dragged right from under my feet

that said! while it's still semi-functional i can still do emergency c.omms of sorts! i was reworking my prices but guess we're here now. all will be fully shaded because i really can't be assed working out sketch & flat prices while my laptop is taking a billion years to let me type this out.

headshot: 10€ half-body: 25€ full body: 50€ + additional characters are half the price of one!

i'll draw any & all sorts of characters. if you wanna tip extra for background feel free but unless it's very detailed i'm not pricing it lol

now for art examples!

dunno if this showcases enough but that's already a buncha pieces... so yeah! naturally you may contact me on here about any inquiries.

now, if you don't have any ideas for art, that's o.k. too! 👍👍👍 gifts under the form of a gentle few bucks in my ppal account are most certainly a delight!

my ppal, btw. catboyapologist if it doesn't link right.

in any case, yeah! guess you'll be seeing this on your dash a bit more. considering the amount needed. ha ha. my birthday month is just cursed for me i suppose. awesome

0/600 👍😟

[traintrainingmontage]

omg congratulations on the 150 Te! To many more good memories and shenanigans!!

Since there was a very particular birthday recently, could you please maybe cook up an old fart Scot (he’s 102 now, can you believe it? /silly) ft the brother (whoever saw this coming 😆😂), perhaps? 👀✨

Thank you so much, Loraine!! I really appreciate it!! Some Scot and Gorb shenanigans, hm??? :3c I would love to~

(Do you have a prompt idea that you'd like to see? Details here!)

Flying Scotsman couldn't help but look up at the stars, marveling at their beauty just as he had so, so many times before. Nene Valley truly was beautiful, and Scot always felt a thrill at being out on the rails, running up and down the line and feeling the very wind part before him as he ran. Many passengers had come to see him, taking pictures and showing off their die-cast trains and other collectables, and the frame-deep satisfaction at being showered with love by an adoring public wasn't something he could ever get tired of.

(It was far better than being ignored, sheeted, left to rot, not knowing if-- no. Don't think of that. Not today.)

Yet, once visiting hours were over and he was put up in his shed, Scot found himself alone, save for his crew. Without his attention firmly fixed on his passengers and trains, it was difficult to resist the intrusion of the thoughts bubbling up from the depths of his mind. The stars were beautiful, to be sure, but even they couldn't distract Scot from the feeling of something... lacking. His birthday and the celebration for it had been quite lovely, but the joy had been superficial, sugary icing on a tasteless cake. What was far more substantial was the deep-seated melancholy that had squirmed its way into his firebox, settling in comfortably as it often did around this time of year. The feeling had been there for his 100th birthday (and THAT had been quite the adventure, with parties and exhibitions and enough happening that he could barely keep his own schedule straight) and even more so for his 101st. Now, here it was, crawling back just in time for his 102nd.

What was it, anyway? That strange tightness in his boiler, that odd heaviness of his tender? His entourage had looked him over and had seen nothing wrong, and Scot was inclined to believe them; they were professionals, after all. Still...

(The best human equivalent for what he had were, as he understood it, donated organs. Salmon Trout's cylinders and boiler; Harvester's tender. Scot could only wonder if he was living up to their expectations, as he certainly couldn't do anything about their legacies, and at this point, their fates were all tied up with his.)

(What a cruel joke.)

The ringing of a cell phone jolted Scot back into reality, causing him no small amount of confusion. His crew had installed a cell phone that ran on voice commands in his cab, and had set him up with a private number. Who could possibly be calling at this hour?

"Answer call," he commanded the phone, and with a beep, the connection was established.

"Hello, Scotsman," came Gordon's low rumble, and for some reason, the pressure in his boiler eased slightly.

"Gordon!" Scot answered, trying not to sound quite so jubilant. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Oh, don't be coy," Gordon huffed, and Scotsman could practically see the look on his brother's face: the puffed cheeks and furrowed eyebrows were quite easy to envision in his mind's eye. He had to quickly stifle his laugh, however, as he didn't want Gordon hanging up just yet.

"Yes, yes. Thank you for calling, dear brother. Do you have birthday wishes for me?"

"Hmph. Of course I do. Happy birthday, Scotsman."

The conversation quickly turned to small things; mostly an exchange of news about Gordon's railway and about Scot's travels, small little anecdotes that nevertheless made Scot smile. However, once there was a brief lull in the conversation, the celebrated engine couldn't help but steer the topic toward something more somber.

"Gordon, tell me... when you reached 100, how did you feel?"

"Hm? Well, there was a grand celebration! It was all quite exciting, of course, and everyone showed their appreciation for me, as one might expect--"

"No, Gordon," Scotsman sighed, willing himself to be patient. "How did YOU feel?"

There was silence on the other end, long enough that Scot thought the call might have dropped. After a moment, however, his brother's voice came back through, albeit more hesitantly than he would have expected.

"I felt... strange. I'm hardly the oldest engine on this island, but I still felt old. I watched the world go to war, I've outlived our siblings... in fact, I've been around longer than the entirety of British Rail. We are the lucky ones, Scotsman, and yet, being the last ones of our class is such a strange burden to bear. I wish..."

Scot listened intently, but Gordon didn't seem inclined to finish the thought. Well, that was fine; he understood it well enough anyway. "I know. Me too. At one point, we were all revolutionary, and now, you and me are all that's left." Scot couldn't help but swallow, emotion suddenly lodging itself in his tubes. "Do you think we've... do you think we've done enough to honor them? With everything we've been through, would they be proud of us?"

"...I don't know."

Scotsman blinked, eyes wide with surprise. That... had not particularly been the answer he was expecting, and especially not in that world-weary tone. Not from Gordon.

"I don't know," Gordon continued, and his voice was oddly gentle, as exhausted as he sounded. "But there's also no way to know. We can't live for the dead, Scot. We can only live for ourselves, and the railways which have become our homes."

We can't live for the dead, Scot.

Somehow, Scotsman was vaguely aware of the pressure in his boiler retreating, of his weighty tender lightening. His eyes slipped shut, considering what Gordon had said. "...Yes, I suppose you're right. Perhaps I should just be grateful for what I have."

"Yes, you should," came the brusque reply. "After all, you have your life, you have your health, you have our cousins, and you have me. So chin up, Flying Scotsman. You owe the dead nothing."

"...Hahahahahahaha!" Scot couldn't help but burst into laughter, Gordon's impeccably blunt wording causing him no small amount of amusement.

"What's so funny?!" his brother demanded, sounding quite put out, and Scotsman struggled to get himself under control before he said something that Gordon would take offense to.

"Nothing, nothing! Just that you have quite the way with words, dear brother! Hahahaha!"

"Yes, yes, you're welcome. Now, I must go, as I have an Express to pull tomorrow. But once again, happy birthday... little brother."

"Oough..." Scotsman wheezed, coming down from his giggle fit, yet as he parsed Gordon's parting words, his smile grew that much wider, his body feeling lighter than it had in some time.

"Thank you again for calling... big brother."

The astounded "WHA--" from Gordon as he hung up the call was the best birthday present Scot could have possibly asked for.

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

I can't say how much I adore, adore your Black Mask entries from last year Valentine's event, and the event overall :3c So I will toss in some more for you this year, as well 🖤

For a Date Night prompt, how about Roman taking F!S/O out for a joyride around Gotham? Perhaps off to someplace away from the city, and even quieter to enjoy their evening at?

Maybe on the way there could be a little chase sequence, and him reassuring S/O by squeezing onto her thigh ;) Or it could get a little more heated with some touches on the way there, too.

For a refresher, S/O is someone who had been with him for some time now. She can be a bit of an enabler of him, but also knows how to tease him right — not push his buttons too much. Both such a tease, but a delight to have. Although, up to mischief themselves too and loves to be pampered /spoiled by him if the chance arises. Otherwise, she can be somewhat calculating or scheming as he can be ...

"Night-time Joyride" Black Mask X Reader Date Night Valentine's Day Event

Hello, Ivy! I was looking forward to more scenarios with your s/o and Black Mask this year. They were certainly fun last year and you know how to keep me on my toes. This ask is for the 2025 Valentine's Day Event.

TW: NSFW-ish, groping

Sleek, black leather interior. Heated steering wheel and seats. Lambswool rugs. Emergency escape system with bulletproof windows. Champagne chiller in the back. Truly, it was a chariot suited for one Roman Sionis and his permanent paramour. He'd asked you to wear something short, "accessible" for while he was driving.

He hadn't told you the plan, not outright. No, it was more fun seeing you dressed up pretty for him, swaddled in a thick coat and stockings to keep your legs warm in the February cold. As he drove through the streets, he liked to glance at you, seeing streetlight pass over your eyes and then the gloss of your lips. His hands on the wheel and his foot on the pedal, he begins to speed until you've almost reached the city limits of Gotham.

"And just where are we going?" You finally asked.

You could hear a smile in Roman's voice, "Out of this god damn city for a while. Got a cabin- You, me, and no one to fuckin' bother us for two whole days." He holds up two fingers to emphasize his words. Knowing him, it was already fully stocked and fully connected to the outside world in case of emergency. Hardly a rustic experience.

A hum rumbled through you, "Perfect- Ah." Before you got to settle into the idea of a night of privacy with your loved one, the familiar chirp of a police car dragged your attention behind you. Red and blue lights flooded the cabin of the car and annoyance wracked into your shoulders.

"Seatbelt on?" Before you could truly answer, he once again shifted gears before speeding up, "Good, it might get a little bumpy." He winked at you.

"Aren't we a little old for car chases?" A nervous tone leaked into your teasing question. The roar of the engine beneath your feet was exciting, adrenaline making your heart race. That same heart race betrayed a small anxiety to Roman.

"Hey." He was paying attention completely to the road. Then, carefully, one hand crept over your lap, first grazing your knee with his finger tips and then finding your thigh. He squeezed, prompting you to put your hand over his.

His eyes flicked over first to the rear-view mirror and then to you, "I got you." You nodded, letting him take back his hand for him to make a sharp turn, then another. While you hadn't known Roman as a stunt driver, he was making a fair shot at it.

His hand was back to your thigh once it was safe. His speed still quick, but not breakneck, his fingers massaging your inner thigh. A pleased groan as his hands went up higher under the hem of your dress. Endorphins rushed through you as the police lights began to fade away and Roman stroked at the sweet spot between your legs. Your laugh was a mixture of bubbly and a moan.

The man in the mask only stopped touching you to switch to the back roads outside the city, "How was that?"

You took his hand and put it back to work as his driving steadied, "I've had better." You leaned over, kissing the side of his mask.

"Oh, that's real fuckin' hilarious." His growled, his touch becoming rougher as he circled his thumb over your clit, "You're gonna kill us both doing this- Hold on-"

"You could talk-" You laughed, letting him pay attention to the road.

He stopped for what felt like an eternity. Really, it was more like twenty minutes, but who was counting? With a satisfied grunt, Roman put the car into park and gently tossed a set of house keys at you. The distraction of you catching allowed him to grab you along your waist. His hands roved, the mask rubbing against the shoulder of your coat.

"I think we ought to take this inside, don't you?" He murmured, "Who knows, you might find a couple surprises in there." He motions to the building looming close by. It was a more than sizeable cabin, with a full view over the woods around them.

Your head tilted to the side, "And just what could those be?" You bat your eyes in a playfully oblivious gesture. A smirk played on your face after trying to hold that expression for too long.

Black Mask leaned in close as he could over the center console of the car, "Why don't you go find out? Give you a head start before I rip that coat off?"

You kissed the mask, "I love you, too." Your hand on the car door, you began to make your way to the cabin.

[fatuismooches]

HEHE HAIHAI SMOOCHES ITS ME ANON WHO CANT STOP THINKING ABT FAILURE AND DELTA SEGMENTS SINCE U ASKED SO NICELY U SHALL RECIEVE MORE BRAINROTS thud time a cute little imagine? scenario? (i have no idea hut we roll) with failure segment

Since this segment doesn’t acknowledge anyone other than fragile!reader (and prime i think) i imagine that when the agents are assigned with tasks related to this segment, they feel immense reluctance.. but worry not! fragile!reader to the rescue!

Imagine one of the times where reader is sat on his table, trapped between his arms as he stares at them (this is a regular occurrence atp), an unlucky fatui agent assigned to retrieve something from this segments’ office comes in and asks for said thing, they get ignored as usual, so fragile! reader, being the kind and gentle soul they are take it upon themselves to help them, since theyre the only person this segment would willingly listen to without facing any difficulties.

So the reader repeats the agents’ question but less nervously and in a more softer tone, they stroke his cheeks with their thumbs as he gets lost in the soft glint in their eyes, and almost as if hypnotised, he nods along to the sound of their lovely voice and in a voice so low he answers the reader, then points to the direction of said object the agent was assigned to get. The agent takes it and walks off (almost darts out tbh), and reader just kisses the segment as thank you, i imagine he keeps his half lidded eyes open whenever fragile!reader presses their lips against his, but just for a couple of seconds, i like to think he mainly does this to memorize the feeling of the moment, how soft their lips feel, the way you look so content kissing him, the feeling of your hands on his cheeks (how they’re no longer as cold as he remembers them to be when you were in a comatose state), the feeling of yearning and love in his chest, etc.

And only then does he closes his eyes shut to enjoy the moment even more.

And then when you try to pull away, he doesn’t let you. He lightly places a hand under your chin and a hand on the back of your neck and pulls you back for a peck, a peck turns into two, then he goes in for thirds and fourths and its like he can’t get enough of the sweet taste of your lips (honestly none of the segments nor Dottore himself can get enough). I know it was stated that this segment doesnt initiate physical affection since he’s content with watching you go about your day from afar, but i like to imagine that although occasionally, he sometimes reciprocates double the affection you give him, its like he’s lost control of his own movements and moves in a trance. And then reader can’t take anymore because of how flustered and breathless they feel and immediately bury their face in the crook of his neck, with their arms wrapped tight around him as he sigh in contentment.

Their face burns even more when he absentmindedly murmurs in that voice of his about the feel of their lips as if he was documenting checkup results so close to their ear.

hehe this was fun to write but i did not beta read at sll :3c can i be 🐙 anon pretty pleasr C:

(x) Although being asked to speak to any of the segments is a challenging task for the average person, Zeta is a special case. Each segment is unique in their own way, perhaps loud and crazy, or calm yet intimidating, but at least they can communicate with their underlings. Zeta, on the other hand, has very little contact with the regular Fatuis, only capable of working in solitude considering his state of mind. Most agents are forced to return empty-handed and instead fetch another segment to help. He's not seen very often either - it's either Prime's office, his office, the hallways to and from, and maybe his room. So Zeta certainly isn't a segment one would want to deal with, especially since his ticks and likes are vastly unknown to the general Fatui... (the handbook is severely lacking in this area...)

But despite the air around Zeta, you weren't scared off in the slightest, and of course, found yourself snuggling with him in due time. His general demeanor was far different from the other segments but that wasn't an issue, you found it endearing but also quite sad at how gently he treated you as if you were glass that was just about to break... you wanted to try and show him how you were still stronger than that! (Despite your frail health.)

You didn't expect helping him with his job to be part of spending time with him, but you're not mad. Rather, you find it a bit cute how he's willing to listen and indulge your wishes. (The handbook definitely has a rule like - [Name] 100% has magic powers. Definitely an angel bestowed upon us.) Meanwhile, Zeta has no issue with this, in fact, he finds it reminiscent of all the times you used to ask favors from him, when you used to rely on him for anything and everything. So now that finally you're awake, alive, smiling, he wants you to rely on him again. (Though he does find it a bit annoying how nice you are to these agents, he'd prefer to help you with your own requests...)

You can never really predict when Zeta will have one of those days when he needs to kiss you all over, and although it catches you off guard you will never not reciprocate. You know how long he's had to watch you be motionless, and you need to make up for that time. It's also kind of funny because while all the other segments fluster you on purpose, Zeta doesn't realize it sometimes.

[sapwine-and-starcharts]

Pacing around my enclosure again.

Y'all have heard my Hornfels thoughts and my Esker thoughts but what about my Chert thoughts?

Cause ooooo boy there's alot of them. And most of them are sad...

Wishing I could beam it into all your brains because the words are not wording but I'll try my best.

Thinking about how they probably feel lonely when they realise the end is near but they don't call in to anyone about it.

They probably think it best not to worry anyone so they'll just shoulder the burden of having a front row seat to the end of the world.

They feel like the kind of person who'd be decently touch averse but would let you hold them close in the last few minutes.

They also don't cry often, mostly bottle stuff away for later but again, they make an exception at the end.

Okay happierish hcs:

Chert with big round glasses has my whole heart. They cannot see SHIT without them. Like squinting hardcore, Velma crawling on the floor level bad.

I had a dream once where I took Chert's helmet off and they had a long diagonal scar across their face. I don't usually draw them with it but I do think about it alot. Idk HOW they got it but...

I also have this idea of them with a lil crescent scar under one of their eyes from falling during their first ever jetpack lesson.

The pack was too big for them since they hadn't grown like the other older hatchlings so they had to get their equipment customised after for balance.

Chertummy is real and I will DIE on this fucking hill. (Yes this is me projecting, no I don't care. Chubby Chert is canon to me.)

They're a tea drinker, mostly calming herbal teas before bed because they think too hard at night. They do drink coffee but if they do it's straight coffee, no fixings. Everyone but Hornfels thinks them insane for it

They're not great at emotions or comforting other people but I do think they'd give good advice.

Like the kind of person who when you complain to them about your partner their first words, without ever looking up from what they're doing, are 'dump them.' Not in a cruel way but in a 'you deserve better, don't put up with shit' way. 0 nonsense.

That's not to say they aren't sassy or playful or don't know how to have fun. They have their moments where they banter back with you or roll their eyes and smile. They're just usually busy or focusing too hard on something to indulge you properly. (They also know how to flirt. I love flirty Chert cause it feels unexpected but ouughfhfghhh it's a fun idea to play with :3c)

They're also a workaholic, very much a perfectionist in the way they work, and it's hard to get them away from a project once they're locked in.

I could literally keep going but I fear that I'm going on too long. Maybe I'll make a part two? Maybe I'll do some doodles? Who knows.

Certainly not me lmaoooo