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thecl0wnfather · 2 years
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Really long Twisted Wonderland idea post.
Yuu gets to pet any and all creatures, the post. Gimme a kiss if you like it *does a kickflip on Cater's skateboard*
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* @ that person who wrote a post about Crowley calling Yuu a beast tamer, and Yuu being cool with Beastmen because of that title. I wanna tag you, but I kinda forgot who it was n' now I can't find it, someone tell me :( I'm expanding on that idea <3
* Malleus and Grim are the beginnings of Yuu's innate ability to attract any and all creatures. The bats that follow Lilia, Silver's forest friends, the Equestrian club horses, Lucius, Beastmen, fae, mermen, and whatever else... will just find themselves getting closer to Yuu. Whether they notice it or not.
* Ramshackle has officially been taken over by the sheer amount of living beings raiding the place every week. Yuu's beast tamer aura is similar to Silver's D*sney Princess animal abilities, except ten times worse, and they can't stop finding a new nest and/or burrow of some random animal family.
* The Ghost trio living there have basically become the housekeepers and have to constant kick out critters and students before they end up cramming up the dorm. That, or breaking the rickety old floorboards from the amount of them.
* Not everyday you get to have some time to touch any new animal (or person), so Yuu went along with it. Come to the Ramshackle dorm if you want pettings AND a free therapy session. All profits go to the Ramshackle dorm. (And Grim's premium tuna bill!)
* Grim doesn't enjoy this. His henchmen is practically a zookeeper at this point, and if Grim isn't your number one priority among these BEASTS then that's just blasphemy. Remember. He can be your angle, or yuor devil 😈
+ Dire Crowley is also here. Crowley gets to sit in the corner and drink from a cup of apple juice like a drinky bird. Drink well, sweet headmaster (derogatory AND affectionate <3)
* This whole next part is just Yuu being a total numbnut in other dorms lmao... Gets kinda long for a quick shitpost...
* Heartslabyul probably owes Yuu a ton of favours tbh. Ace and Deuce think doing their chores are a drag, so... Why not get the infamous Ramshackle Prefect to go take care of the animals today? They can enjoy being covered in a pile of hedgehogs and flamingos! Cue Riddle finding out (Cater. Cute animals + Bestie prefect. Magicam.) and scolding Adeuce for dumping their duties on someone else. At the very least, they're usually paid back with some kind of sweet treat from Trey. Maybe a flash of a purple cat's smile too.
* Savanaclaw? Yuu calls it the petting zoo, babey. Call it luck, but Yuu gets to be besties with Savanaclaw boys after they come in petting them and telling them they did a good job— Post Chapter 2. Is it their aura? The way they calm their rowdy style? None of the beastmen know, but they do know that Yuu is a very nice magicless human to hang with. Leona is still the boss around the dorm. No one gets a "Good boy!" or headpats if Leona is around. Sure, Leona kicks them out before they spoil the boys, but... who says Leona isn't 100% hogging the good feels at Ramshackle? Ruggie comes along too. Jack would too, but this is Jack Howl we're talking about lol. (He defo acts likes it's an inconvenience, but everyone knows better 😔)
* Octavinelle— Floyd would deadass keep Yuu trapped in a hug as soon as they take a step into Mostro Lounge. Jade has the knowledge not to trap them in front of everyone, but he's dragging them into the VIP room to do the same as his twin. Yuu is not immune to a happy Leech twin snuggle sammy. May they be blessed with infinite mushrooms and an ungodly amount of shrimp dishes. Azul will, undeniably, take advantage of Yuu's strange aura and use them as a marketing tool to gain more customers. Points for diversity, he says.
* Scarabia also owes Yuu some favours, but they're payed back almost instantaneously. Kalim definitely invites the Ramshackle duo to hang out with animals and have a feast every week. Jamil might be having a heart attack from seeing TWO reckless morons cuddling a tiger, but that is his own problem. Bonus if Silver joins the party, cause that means Kalim gets TWO besties to chill with animals. (Maybe you could calm Jamil by tempting him with a parrot? Or a viper if you're feeling silly)
* Banned from Pomefiore lmao. Vil admires your capabilities, but that doesn't mean you're allowed to walk around like a fur magnet into his dorm. Rook would go to Ramshackle to fawn over the many critters (And possibly bother Leona and Ruggie if they're nearby) although he usually ends up terrifying everyone there. Don't tell Epel, but everyone takes pictures of him when little birds land on his head whenever he comes over for a study session at Ramshackle. Yuu never says anything because the birds know they have an album of "Cute friends and cute creatures" on their phone.
* Ignihyde is crying, my guy. Why does Yuu always waltz in with strangers and wild animals in tow??? Idia, however, is also taking advantage of Yuu's passive skill of beast tamer! Technically, if Idia ranks up his friendship with Yuu, shouldn't that mean his rate of pulling a few cats and dogs go up? The pros of dealing with one person to get his furry euphoria versus the cons of social interaction and social anxiety... He's in a dilemma, but Ortho is happy. Big brother is trying to get a friend! Uh, somewhat.
* Diasomnia has a bad case of bird nests tucked in every corner of the dorm. Both Silver and Yuu are the cause of this, but how could Lilia scold them? His son and the prefect look very peaceful as they hand feed little woodland critters together. Sebek interrupts this, of course. Will Yuu pet the half-fae lad to calm him, and will it work? Depends on if you think being half-fae counts. Malleus is one happy dragon faerie though! That's all that matters. Him and his super cool other-wordly, technically alien, human best friend have chats over tea, and Sebek can't do a single thing about it. (Added note: Lilia includes soft vampire papa hugs if you'd like that)
+ Ramshackle extra. Yuu buried in a pile of their first-year friends. Just buddies in a cuddle pile with sweet baby Grim in the middle. That's it. There's nothing else other than love and peace in the pile 😎 I just wanted that in your mind.
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Guys, I think I took this too far for a 'shitpost', but I don't give a shit. Catch you on the flip side baby, heeya.
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cynomain69 · 1 year
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engineers think they can fix everything and theyre right (if they are kaveh they are right)
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solarpunkani · 9 months
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Psst, hey.
Hey you.
Come closer.
Listen to what I'm about to say good and well, alright?
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rslashrats · 9 months
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i have a genuine request for you guys. could you read my handwriting in this picture and tel me if it’s readable? i have been told my whole life people can’t read it and it happened again today at work, so i want to see what people’s opinions are
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laundrybiscuits · 3 months
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Found myself reading some old Inception fic and felt the urge to poke at an AU idea—I know ST fandom skews a little young, so I genuinely don’t know how many people will even get this. If there are Inception primers out there, I haven’t bothered to find them, so…you’re on your own, kids. 
“Absolutely not. I do my own forges.” Eddie sweeps the file off the table and directly into the trashcan; admittedly, it’s not the most mature thing he’s ever done, but Henderson’s getting on his last goddamned nerve. 
The little twerp has the fucking audacity to roll his eyes and groan, like Eddie’s the one being unreasonable. “I know this guy, don’t be a dick. He can do it. Don’t you wanna focus on your super special architect stuff?”
“What you and every other dumbass dilettante drowser don’t seem to grasp is that my architecture is alive, and I breathe life into it via my meticulously crafted characters. I create richly textured worlds, Henderson, and I populate them myself. That’s why I’m the best in the fucking business: because I understand that the people and the setting are one and the same, and I can handle both.”
“Eddie.” Henderson crouches to grab the file out of the trash, and smacks it back down on the table. “I’m running this team, and I’m saying I don’t want anything like what happened in Munich to ever happen again. Okay?”
“Low blow, kid,” snaps Eddie. “Munich wasn’t on me.” 
“I know, jeez. I just…” Henderson takes a second to tap the loose sheets in the file back into place, then stands there with his lips pressed together like he’s keeping something in. After a moment, he just says, “This isn’t going to be Munich. Because Steve’s going to be here.”
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It’s not Munich. It’s not Munich at all. It is the furthest fucking thing from Munich possible. 
Eddie’s never had a job go that smoothly—and it’s not down to Henderson’s obsessive prep, because it should’ve been a slippery one. The kind of job that twisted partway through into something frustratingly unexpected, forcing them to improvise and take whatever half-win they could squeeze out of the mark’s subconscious while dodging completely unexpected security. 
Instead, it’s so incredibly not-Munich that the client gives them a fucking bonus, and when was the last time that happened? The bonus is generous enough that Eddie’s share can cover a whole new safehouse in Melbourne, which should have been great news, something to celebrate, except for the absolutely unholy amount of smugness now radiating from Henderson.
Eddie avoids the I-told-you-so conversation as long as he can, but he can’t run forever.
“I told you so,” says Henderson, flopping unceremoniously into the dark wooden chair next to Eddie.
“This is a library, dude. Keep your fuckin’ voice down,” says Eddie, without much hope. He’d heard Henderson was supposed to be meeting up with Sinclair in Lima this week; so much for that intel.
Henderson waves a dismissive hand, gesturing vaguely at the domed skylight high overhead. “It’s not like a library library. It’s basically a museum.”
“The goddamn State Library of Victoria is absolutely one hundred percent a library library, genius. See all the books? But also, do you think people go around yelling in museums?”
“Maybe they should! What we should be focusing on now, though, is that I was right about Steve, and I think it’s important for our working relationship that you acknowledge I was right.”
“I don’t have to acknowledge shit,” says Eddie, slumping down and ignoring the glares they’re starting to get from everyone in the atrium. “Anyone ever tell you you’re an egomaniac, kid? I don’t even get why you’re so hot on the guy, anyway. He’s like—the least imaginative forger I’ve ever met.”
It comes out a little harsher than he’d meant it. It’s just that forgers, as a people, tend to be easily swept into flights of fancy.
Eddie’s always sort of thought it was a requirement of the profession: when he’s inhabiting a character, part of his mind is always working to generate the little details that make them feel like a whole person. Their secret fears and even more secret hopes. How they deal with boredom or anger, what their gut reactions are. The small gaps between how they see themselves and how others see them. That’s where Eddie thrives, and he thinks that if he were less hooked on the magic of spinning up entire worlds for marks to wander through, he might forge full-time, just for the thrill of riding that uncertainty. It’s how he was taught, but clearly, Steve learned something different.
What Steve does isn’t really classical forging—not in the way Eddie thinks about it, usually. Steve just…walks into a situation, says some stuff, maybe gives the mark a smile all warm and private like a whispered secret. And then the mark folds. It’s maddening how easy Steve makes it look. Oh, he’ll pull on the right costumes and tweak his physicality a little, but it’s always still just Steve underneath. 
Maybe that’s the trick. Eddie’s forges work because he crafts lavishly detailed lies; Steve’s forges work because there’s some kind of real, solid honesty at the core. 
“I’m going to ignore the hurtful thing you just said because I know you hate to admit it when I’m right and you’re wrong,” Henderson informs him. “You really gotta work on that. More importantly, I’ve got a lead on a new job, and Steve already said yes.”
It’s not like Eddie needs the money. Henderson’s a nightmare to work with. And there’s the, y’know. The Steve Harrington of it all. Eddie has a million reasons to say no.
“Yeah, whatever,” he says instead. “When do we start?”
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thegreatcrowdragon · 8 days
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Shadow Milk loves Pure Vanilla.
But not in the lovey dovey way, and certainly not the way Pure Vanilla loves White Lily.
He loves him like how a child has a favorite doll, or how a cat has a favorite toy, or how a rich woman loves her quivering little chihuahua. He says he loves him, and he smothers him almost nearly as much, but he still hurts him. And it’s not his fault the man looks so handsome when he’s crying.
Well, maybe it is a little. But he won’t admit that.
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iinryer · 4 months
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how do we feel about outsider pov fics. because I had a vision like a year ago and im finally writing it
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erinsintra · 2 months
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me writing dialogue: “One day, our paths shall cross again, and you will be forced to answer to your actions. You will beg me for mercy, but I will deny you of this privilege. Do not see this as a warning, for there’s nothing you can do to protect yourself from it.”
me writing fight scenes: she hit bad guy with cool magic but bad guy hit HARDER with EVIL MAGIC!!!
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mylittleredgirl · 10 days
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20 questions for fic writers
tagged by @geneeste. :) i may have done this one before, but tumblr blog search was traditionally unhelpful and i have several very important things i should be doing, so here we are <3
1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 219
2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 655,471
3. What fandoms do you write for?
stargate atlantis is the runaway lead, then sg-1, 90s/00s treks, the x-files, and a grab bag of other things. only two fics so far for m*a*s*h but the forecast looks good!
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
no sooner met (star trek voyager, j/c, eight years of friends-to-lovers in 5k or less)
career day (stargate sg-1, clone!sam/jack, damn that sure was a choice to go back to high school amirite)
next chapter (the good place, chidi/eleanor, the intimacy of reading)
first date (star trek voyager, j/c, falling in love again)
occupational hazards (the good place, chidi/eleanor, eleanor would rather not be the architect)
5. Do you respond to comments?
eventually!!!! i tend to keep nice ones on my home page for a while to cheer me up and then sometimes they get buried. i wake up nights like "damn the good place fandom really went all out with amazing comments on that random fic in like 2018 and i never replied," so maybe i need to go through my inbox and belatedly clear my cosmic debts.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
twilight (stargate atlantis, sheppard/weir, what if john didn't break the cycle). strong on style but real weak on comfort.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
weaving loose ends (stargate sg-1, sam/jack) ends with a wedding! in twenty years of writing romance fic, that has maybe only happened once?
8. Do you get hate on fics?
not yet! but the year is young.
a fic of mine did cause a dramatic fandom schism once, in the dancing with the stars fandom no less. a splinter fan group created in exile! a mod claiming to be personal friends with the stars! everybody storming out and then blocking each other! so my fic did cause hate, but somehow i personally escaped unscathed. i didn't even get blocked. (lesson: in some spaces, rpf is encouraged until They Fuck. second lesson: if you start a fire and then stay very quiet, everyone forgets about you.)
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
i do!! i guess!! but i'm struggling with it right now and it's giving me a complex. and "what kind" is like......... vanilla het fic for the most part tbh. gauzy curtain vibes, even. basically, i have to really sit and think about whether to rate something M or E, you know?
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
nope!
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
nope!
12. Have you ever had a fic translated? 
yes, but not since the x-files days. rip geocities webrings we salute you for your years of service.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
no, but i think i'd like to! passing chapters back and forth sleepover style like "haha write your way out of THIS" would be fun. (or collaborating in a more mundane way, i guess....)
14. What’s your all time favorite ship?
john sheppard/elizabeth weir (stargate atlantis). first fic in the tag and i'm still fuckin there. three years on tv and a lifetime in my goddamn brain.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
realistically, i'm feeling pretty down on the chances that i'll ever finish ANY wip that's longer than 20k, but the two long ones withering on the vine that i'd like to finish are a sam/jack sg1 episodic soulmate fic and "what if janeway went undercover with the maquis instead of tuvok: the novel."
16. What are your writing strengths?
stealing one of geneeste's answers because "character complexity" is a good one! i don't feel satisfied with any fic unless i feel like i have learned something new about a character, or highlighted it in a new way.
my more specific strength, according to @coraclavia, is missing-scene fics that weave through an entire series canon to make a thesis statement (they are In Love).
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
😭 i can't write anything long 😭 i really wish i were different 😭 i envy those of you with staying power who can return to a story after going to work or writing something else and keep plugging away at it. i used to write sprawling things when i was a teen, but since becoming Adult With Job now many years ago, i've totally lost that skill!!
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
haaaahahahaha. talk about a weakness. i literally couldn't bring myself to write a fic that required dialogue in Ancient from stargate, a language that -- i cannot stress this enough -- is not even real. i'm like "well maybe i'll study latin for three years and then analyze all the episodes where they speak it to reverse engineer the differences so i can write the bastardized space latin correctly" GIRL WHY. JUST FUCK IT UP.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
first completed story that i recall would have been star trek voyager in my early teens, and by the grace of rural internet and some kind of prescient sense of self-preservation, it does not live online. first internet-published fic was several years later, for the x-files. for better or worse, that one can still be found.
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
i think pieces (stargate atlantis, sheppard/weir, catharsis through sex pollen) might be the new best, and i had a lot of fun writing erasers on pencils (stargate sg-1, clone!sam/jack, catharsis through truancy).
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i am sure many of my fic-writer-meme friends have done this already but @ussjellyfish if your answers have changed since whenever you did it last; i'd love to hear how @havocthecat, @anretc, and @coraclavia would answer this; and blowing dandelion meme seeds over the fence to the mash fandom: @remyfire!
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bunnieswithknives · 3 months
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hello! Quick question, my friend is writing a YHS FIC and they really want to get the characters accurate. Do you have any major personality details about YHS!Bunny and what their goals are? Of why they want to investigate and stuff like that?
Also, if you don’t mind: In the Mx. Sinister animatic, there was a scene with bunny and a bunch of written papers and we’re having trouble deciphering some of them. What does this one say?
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Thanks in advance!!
Bunny is meant to be a character with schizophrenia, though I'm sure my portrayal isn't very accurate(partially just because I suck at staying in character lol) but this is nonetheless a central part of them!
Bunny's delusions and paranoia lead them to very frequently feel unsafe and isolated. Even when they aren't experiencing hallucinations, their negative symptoms mean they struggle to keep friends.
The disappearances caused a very sharp spike in their symptoms. Nova, previously being one of their few friends a suddenly withdrawing' and having 180 personality shift and was massive hit to their very slim social life and an even bigger hit to their paranoia. I'd say that was the moment when they went from a more passive paranoia to full blown red-string conspiracy, and obsessively taking pictures of everyone and everything (The polaroid camera is a result of one of their delusions, they are terrified of anything hosted digitally being tampered with and so the polaroid are loophole that they can use to assure themself of reality)
Bunny's main goal in life is to feel safe. Unfortunately for bunny, that's kind of unattainable in a town like that.
Especially in the current arc of having been kidnapped and tortured... yeah lets just say they aren't doing so well. Quite a few things they were paranoid about have been validated, they are in constant agony from their missing face chunk and they have developed multiple substance addictions from being force fed pills. Their safety is now totally and utterly out of their hands and I think its kind of broken them a little bit, they are so miserable and hopeless that its kind of wrapped back around. To put it simply they definitely have some Stockholm syndrome going on.
Fizzy takes care of them, Fizzy helps feed them, Fizzy makes sure they don't bleed to death after Chaos hurts them.
Chaos likes(?) their company, Chaos gives them happy pills, Chaos doesn't kill them.
In a very twisted way Fizzy and Chaos are all that they have, and the only people who still care about them.
As for the photo:
it doesn't say anything in particular, its meant to be incoherent nonsense but if I remember correctly its "No" "Yakuza?" "Could be" "Spies?" "Maybe"
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witchofthesouls · 3 months
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Okay I had an ask about a follow-up on the Truck dad and amnesiac bird son dimensional hoppers pair post, but I couldn't fit as more outright creepy/weird shit our boy do. A lot of hints, though.
Here's a piece on Jack's fondness for big animals and secrets.
Optimus should have known something was afoot with Jack, especially with his most recent line of questions and the new direction his drawings had taken on: a large, black canine in the desert, aerial views of the surrounding landscapes, anatomy of local creatures, and multi-eyed birds with strange trinkets in their beaks.
As much Jack was enamored with the animal companions in this universe’s version of the Ark and its Autobots, Sideswipe’s proletariat cat and Prowl’s turbohound were too busy to keep by the sparkling's side.
Despite the extreme species-swap and his regression to a child state, Jack had taken to his Cybertronian frame well. Enough that oddities could be rationally explained by the loss of creators.
(And if this version of the Autobots took it one way, then Optimus won't correct them, especially with Jack's mimicry with natural birdsong overlapping with newspark noises.)
Jack was generally obedient. He took heed of Optimus’ warnings to remain close to him and not to wander away in a certain distance.
However, Jack was good with words. Quick to find loopholes as well. He may not flick a wing-tip over the established boundaries to chase after whatever curious thing had caught his attention, but more than once Optimus found his charge scurrying out from potholes on the streets, broken entrances beneath buildings, and perched high up on the local greenery or infrastructure to peek at something, like a nest of local fauna.
Jack had said he didn’t leave the ship. And that was true. He hadn’t.
He simply coaxed the wildlife to him instead.
It was a hassle to smooth over the growing trend of murders and conspiracies of blackbirds hounding the nearby towns for cash for their “snackies” of seeds and McDonald's, then they uncovered his newest pet.
Not an abandoned dog, or a raccoon, or a house cat, or a hawk, or a toad, or anything Sparkplug reminiscenced over his son's mudpie days. Not something small, easily managed, and no threat to the human personnel.
Those strange grey-blue optics stared at Optimus so pleadily, arms wrapped carefully around the creature. The mountain lion, nearly full grown and quite docile in Jack’s arms, only grumbled, almost bored by the entire ordeal. It yawned wide, showing off teeth reminiscent of military-frame sets of sharp denta.
Animals, especially predatory and scavenger species, was something else Jack was good with, too. And Optimus had no idea what to make of that…
“Please, papa! I made her a bed and kept the wound clean!"
Oh, yes, Jack ran a neat, little clandestine operation in the back. Taking advantage that few mechs were willing to venture near the Dinobots’ living quarters and his own oddities whenever he sang to blackbirds outside the open entrance, he managed to squeeze himself into a nook between boulders that opened into a hidden cavern where he kept an injured mountain lion.
No one had any idea how Jack managed to keep the animal fed, let alone sneak it past the entrance. Too many eyes in the main halls to drag large carcasses, and living matter didn't do well with subspaces. Optimus could hear Red Alert's jaw cracking from pressure-related stress. No doubt combing through the security systems and finding nothing. Jazz and Prowl would be interested in the holes as well.
That was a large issue, and it needed to be addressed. Preferably away from the public.
“-and I'll love her and walk her and I change her water every day and I know how to feed her because Chickadee taught me how to how-"
"Jack,” Optimus interrupted the deluge of words, his tone gentle yet firm. He crouched down to meet those tearful optics, Jack's wingspan ticked up and down. The mountain lion's ears twitched but it remained at ease. “We can't keep her here. That's a wild animal. She's used to miles of free terrain to roam. Not being enclosed and hidden away on a ship.”
Jack inhaled sharply but said nothing in response. It wasn't childish defiance staring back at Optimus. More like guardian possessiveness: Mineminemine, Jack's entire frame projected, dropping away the usual behavior of staying hidden.
“You and I must return to our universe. We can't bring this one, especially into an environment she has no experience in. It would be cruel to do so. Even if we release her back at our base, everything she knew would be either too different or nonexistent. Remember your exploration of the places you once lived in?”
Jack hiccuped out a warbling noise at the reminder, and Optimus could feel a few mechs’ willpower crumbling away at that sound. He coiled his field around the boy, and Jack immediately latched onto him, anchoring deep as he leveled out the sharp notes and soothed away the hurts.
“We can find a suitable wildlife rehab or a sanctuary.”
"Can we visit her?”
“I’m sure we can find time.”
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scholastic-dragon · 1 year
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Hi! First off, absolutely completely in love with your writing and your writing style. May I request the bayverse boys, and how they’re reacting to you the reader being jealous, as opposed to the typical scenario of their jealousy towards someone interested in the reader.
You may have done this before and I apologize ahead of time if that’s the case.
Awwww thank you!!!! <3
Did this as a turtle of Choice, hope that's okay!
I needed a character to flirt with the turtles and I'm calling them Rowan, you can picture them however you want I just needed a name lol
Bay!Turtle of Choice x Gn!reader
Spilled Wine
Word Count: 1.0k
Warnings: talks about drinking, jealous!reader, established relationship, talking out your insecurities!!!!, spelling mistakes, Rowan tries to flirt with the turtle(s) but fails, cheating mention (NOT the turtles), a few suggestive mentions toward the end,
Summary: a new co-worker of your boyfriend is starting to get a little too comfortable for your liking
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It shouldn’t have bothered you. You trusted him and he you, there was no need for this horrible crawling feeling up your spine when you watched him talk with his new co-worker Rowan. 
They were new and seemed nice enough, but you’d only met them once and it lasted about 20 seconds. But watching them talk with your boyfriend had you flushed and clutching the glass in your hand. 
It was another celebration for your boyfriend and his brothers, crime had gone down a considerable amount and tonight was all about them.
Most of the officers and a few partners who knew about the turtles were there, making the small station feel cramped.
Across the room, your boyfriend was leaning against a cheap table with Rowan.
They were laughing and talking, nothing he hadn’t done with other co-workers dozens of times. But Rowan kept touching his arm, every time he spoke they’d laugh like it was the funniest thing they’d ever heard and gently brush their fingers along his inner forearm. 
As they both went to sip the wine in their cups, you saw Rowan gaze at him over the rim of the cup. You knew that look. 
“Oh, hell no,” 
“What’s wrong?” April gently touched your arm, concern etched into her face. 
Oh, you hadn’t meant to say that out loud. Now you feel ridiculous. 
“I’m just.....just overthinking about stuff,” You sigh, glancing up at your boyfriend. April followed your stare, lips pressing into a firm line. 
“It’s about Rowan, isn’t it?” April sighed, leaning against the table by your side. Your head snapped up to look at her, how had she-?
“They kinda annoy me, when Casey introduced me the other week they said literally three words to me and just kept making goo-goo eyes at Case. They’re either a massive flirt or genuinely don’t care about other peoples relationships.” April took a sip of her drink. 
“Maybe, I think I’m just being kinda jittery, my ex cheated on me so it hits home for me,” Setting down your glass, you rub your arms. April put a comforting hand on your shoulder. 
She opened her mouth to say more but stopped when a small crash was heard. Ahead, some tipsy cop bumped into your boyfriends shell, causing him to spill his wine all over his chest. 
You swallowed hard, watching the liquid trail down his plastron and to the belt of his dress pants. 
The moment was ruined when Rowan grabbed a napkin and ran it down the length of his chest, making sure their nails dragged through the creases of his plastron. 
Your legs moved before you could stop them, coming up to the both of them, and putting an arm on your boyfriends bicep.
“I saw the whole thing, are you alright, baby?” 
“Baby?” You could hear the annoyance in their voice as they took in your form. Your boyfriend laughed, assuring the cop the spill was fine and looking to them.
“Yeah, Rowan, this is my partner Y/n,” He said, grabbing a stack of napkins from a nearby table and wiping himself down.  They glared for a moment but forced an uncomfortable smile onto their face. 
“Great to meet you,” You said through gritted teeth, holding your hand out for them, squeezing a little too tight on their hand. 
“You as well,” 
Your boyfriend cleared his throat. "I'm going to go cleanup in the bathroom, I'll be right back," He slipped away toward the opposite side of the police station.
"Excuse me," You faked a smile and followed your boyfriend.
Thankfully he didn't lock the door so you slipped inside, closing it quite hard.
He jumped, bent in half, his belt and fly undone with paper towels in his hands.
Focus!
"Can I help you?" He teased, smiling and relaxing seeing it was you. He continued to wipe at his hips, running the towels along the band of his underwear, which had apparently also gotten wet.
Wait, why had you come in here? You weren't going to reprimand him for talking to Rowan, he hadn't done anything flirty back at them he was just talking.
"Just wanted to check in on you," You lied, fists clenching at your sides.
He glanced up at you, standing to his full height. "Something bothering you?"
You shook your head, feeling a blush crawling up your neck.
"Well either you're upset about something or you came in here for a quickie, and if that were the case we'd already be naked," he crossed his arms over his broad chest.
Why does he always have to be right!
"No, I just....." You had no excuse to give, no reason for coming in here or for being jealous.
"Wait," He leaned forward, staring deeply into your eyes. "Is this about Rowan?"
Your face turned bright red. "No!"
Then your wonderful, amazing, supportive and downright gorgeous boyfriend had the audacity to laugh. "You're jealous!"
"No, I am not!" You turned away from him, crossing your arms.
"Honey," He said, coming up to you, putting his hands on your shoulders and turning you to face him. "I'm not mad,"
"I am! They were being inappropriate," You mumbled, looking down at the floor. His knuckle came up and made you meet his eyes.
"You trust me right?"
"Of course! It's not you, it's them!" He raised a brow ridge, and you sighed. "My ex cheated on me with a co-worker and I guess I'm just getting defensive, it's not you, somethings wrong with me,"
His hands slid from your shoulders to your cheeks. "Nothing is wrong with you," He spoke firmly. "Rowan has been known to be flirty, but we all just ignore them, eventually they'll get the hint,"
"And if they don't?"
"Then I'll happily tell them I'm in a relationship with the most amazing person I've ever met," He pressed a firm kiss to your lips.
"I love you," You mumble against his lips.
"I love you more," He let's go of your face, standing to his full height. "Now, are you sure you didn't come in here for a quickie?'"
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tomatoswup · 10 months
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Lunch Time!
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summary: Since you didn't get McDonald's the last time, maybe you should get some for Lunch! You sure are hungry!
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warnings/tags: knives/nai jumpscare, another crack!drabble hehe, they really gonna put yall to work,,,you don'T EVEN WORK THERE,, but no warnings just plucking chickens :P, humor,
A/N: sorry for barely any updates, i just got sick again :,D am suffering,,,anyways is this another mcdonalds AU fic? YES,,, poor reader, they really goin through it naww,,,hehehe enjoy~
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Work was a tiring, dreadful thing.
Thats what you concluded as you twirled and spun around in your office chair. How long have you been here now? 5 Hours now?
The rings of phones going off, the gossiping of co-workers around your cubicle, and the bright computer screen honestly just made the side of your head pound. The growl of your stomach making you feel somewhat a bit worse as the rushed small breakfast of the morning wasn't as filling as you would've wanted it to be.
What time was it anyway?
Planting your feet on the ground, stopping the spinning chair, you peaked up at the lone analog clock on the monotoned colored wall.
12:00 PM
Oh! How'd you miss that? It was lunch!
Without a seconds thought with the urge to get the fuck outta the place, you got up and grabbed your keys. Maybe a good meal could clear your headache. Thinking about it, you haven't visit that odd McDonalds in a while, it wouldn't hurt to visit again...
Right?
It didn't take long to find yourself in that same McDonald's, swinging the door open and cautiously walking in to avoid an airborne bun or sausage.
Maybe the nice guy from last time could take your order! What's his name? Bash?..Flash?...Vash, Vash! That was it!
"Hi-" Looking up as you took your wallet out of your bag, you couldn't help but freeze in place.
Oh shit
Instead of the kind-hearted poor worker you had expected, the scary, built...Actually pretty built dude who pummeled the shit out of that customer from that morning stood there. They did kind of look alike though.. Twins?
He shot you a stank look, tilting his head to the side.
Nope.
"Oh, uh..." You gaped out.
Peeping at the name tag on his...why was his chest that plump- SORRY IM SORRY WHAT WAS HIS NAME?
Squinting, you made out the name "Nai" before your thoughts were interrupted by cough.
"So you gonna order or keeping staring at me?" Your cheeks flushed as you took out your wallet “Oh uh yeah, sorry, can I get a number 2-"
"We don't have that."
...Okay? This was a McDonald's right? They really don’t have any quarter-pounders in the back?
Wasn't that their most common meal item?
"Oh? Really? I didn't think you guys would run out of-" Nai whipped his finger up to the clock on the wall nearby "You came at a shitty time, everyone working comes in and orders shit. So pick again."
A bit stunned, you rubbed your hands together out of nervousness before looking back up at the menu...What? Would you wanna get your ass beat by a McDonald's worker?
"Then can I get a 10 piece chicken nugget mea-"
"We don't have that either."
MF HUH???
HOW THE HELL DO THEY NOT HAVE ANY CHICKEN NUGGETS?!
"Chicken nuggets? Ya'll really don't have chicken nuggets?" You exasperated.
"Office party. Ordered 4 orders of our 50 chicken nugget deal, cleared our storage right up. Look, are you gonna order something we have or what?"
HOW WERE YOU SUPPOSE TO KNOW WHAT THEY HAD AND DIDN'T HAVE?!
"Or if you really want nuggets, how about you pluck the chicken in the back?" He deadpanned, leaning on the counter with his right hand and resting his left on his hip.
"....do you guys really have a-"
"No we don't have a fucking chicken."
Damn it.
"Wait..." He muttered, whipping his face around to the clock again as the beeps and dings of the back of the McDonald's became consistent, ringing at every minute.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose before walking out from behind the counter to the front door.
"Hey!" He yelled as you looked around, he wasn't talking to you right? You nervously pointed to yourself unsure "Yes you! Get behind the fucking counter, I don't wanna get sued again."
SAY LESS SIR!!
You aint wanna get your ass handed to you today!!!!
You quickly slipped behind the counter with Nai right behind you. "What happened?" You asked, putting your bag down as Nai rummaged in the cabinets for something.
Was someone robbing the store? Was there another another customer he was gonna fight? Cops?
It wasn't until you heard slams on the door that you looked back down at him, before getting a face full of fabric.
"A-A hat?" You cried out as he stood back up "They break down the doors sometimes but you can work the shift today." Giving you a hardened smile, he slapped the hat down onto your head.
WAIT YOU DON'T EVEN WORK HERE!!!
"I CAN'T DO THIS!"
Suddenly, you heard a loud pop of a lock break, and the waves of business men and women, and other customers pushed through the door, hogging the lobby up as if they were the sardines from that one Spongebob episode.
"Well!? Nai screamed at you "Take their order!"
Bro you didn't even get to order food! When did your lunch end anyway?!
With a heavy sigh and slouched shoulders, you pressed a few buttons on the screen "Hello welcome to McDonald's, how can I get your order?"
Why do you keep coming here anyways?...
'Can I leave now?'
It didn't take long for the hour to end, and all the customers to be cleared out that all the staff from the back had come out to the front.
"Are they dead?"
"Well they sure look like it- Ow! What was that for!?"
"Wolfwood don't say that!"
Your body was slouched against one of the walls, the McDonald's hat covering your face as you sat there as limp as a doll.
"I hope they're alright..." One of the more taller browned haired female worker said as the small black haired one went to shake your shoulder.
"Just kick them, maybe they'll awake."
"Legato don't-"
"OW!!!"
Never again....
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greenconverses · 3 months
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TWENTY YEARS oh lord i can’t believe you wrote this when you were fourteen!! i did not have nearly half the talent at that age, nor the patience and work ethic to write as much as you did… you were a machine! (this is jily titanic anon In case it wasn’t clear lol)
I don't know if I'd call it work ethic when I really was just a lil fucking nerd who spent most of her time writing whenever and wherever I got the chance, and had a pretty minimal social life so I could be on the computer all the time. If anything, I was ambitious and wanted to rule the fandom as a Big Name Fan and get published at 19 (lol), like a teen with no serious responsibilities would.
Also, not to sound like a boomer, but fandom really was a different place back then. There weren't as many distractions as there are now. Social media didn't exist, so fic and art were some of the main ways to participate in fandom outside of message boards and fan sites. You could make gifs or videos, but you had to have money, skill, and good tech to do that, so that was out of reach for kids like me who were always using a refurbished computer one operating system behind. So I stuck with what I could do, writing and drawing.
Obviously, only one of those stuck, and that's how I ended up carting all of these around with me for the rest of my adult life.
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(If I had work ethic, I would've finished those fics!!!)
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hotlinedemon · 1 year
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OMG finally posting art here again - ermmm - Happy Valentine’s Day <3
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namodawrites · 7 months
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hiatus announcement
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writing has been difficult/non-existent for me lately, and w/ going back to school and moving to a new environment, i just can't seem to get myself to work on my wips as much as i'd like.
i'm not leaving!! but i want to take the pressure of posting off myself. hopefully writing will come a little easier for me in the next few months--i still have lots of pining to write about, after all 🫡🫡
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