#Zeo Writes

[zeonomicon]

I gotta ask: I've been craving G1 Soundeave having his buttons played with, either SFW or NSFW, I just *shakes fist* I need them to be pressed. Soundwave my beloved <333

Wonderful ask, I see you are a fellow person of culture. Shout out to Soundwave, gotta be one of my favourite stim toys.

Since the pairing wasn't specified, I went with a Cybertronian reader.

Answer under the cut, mostly SFW but suggestive.

G1 Soundwave x Cybertronian!Reader

It was nice to have moments like this with just the two of you, when Soundwave had a chance to take a break from his multifarious duties keeping the ship running and neither of you were being roped into the latest of Megatron's grand plans to take down the Autobots once and for all. You were reclined on the berth with the TIC in your lap, playing some pre-war song he'd kept in his databanks while you caught up on a holonovel you'd become engrossed in. You hadn't been paying much attention to the lyrics, captivated by the story unfolding in your datapad, but as a few lines caught your attention you decided to play it back to hear the last verse again. You snaked your arm around Soundwave's waist, feeling for the raised surfaces of his buttons, and Soundwave stiffened a bit; you supposed in surprise. You pressed his stop button, then your digits found the narrow-angled edge of his rewind button and you held it down for a few seconds before pressing play. Each button lit up energon magenta when you pressed it. Soundwave's buttons were quite satisfying to press, offering a little resistance and making a pleasing click once activated.

Soundwave's servo had gripped your knee while you fiddled with his buttons, but now he laid himself against you with his backstrut to your chassis and his helm on your shoulder, leaving not much room for you to pick up your datapad and read again. You didn't mind, content to enjoy your lover's music for a little while. You moved your servo, intending to set your datapad aside, but he placed his own servo over it quickly. Curious. Experimentally, you stroked his play button with one digit, feeling the texture of the raised symbol, and then slowly applied pressure, holding it just before its active position. Soundwave's cooling fans clicked on.

Emboldened, you held down the rewind and fast forward buttons at the same time, causing the music to stutter and skip before smoothing back out as Soundwave corrected the contradicting inputs internally. He pushed up into your touch keenly. You pressed all of his buttons at once, then alternated quickly switching between each of them in random order, deriving equal gratification from the sheer fun of playing with him as from the way Soundwave arched and shifted in your hold, vents growing shallow.

You pressed the record button and moved in close to him, winding your arms about his chassis and running your digits up the smooth glass. Soundwave let out a whine filled with static when your digits left his buttons, but then you found the eject button on his shoulder and his visor brightened in anticipation. You splayed your servo over his chest compartment and pushed, the spring mechanism attempting to propel the tape deck open only to be met with resistance. He pressed himself even more firmly back against you to give it room to open, but you pushed it shut with a click, holding the button down. Soundwave's visor flickered. "Release it."

"Or what?" You massaged his compartment, pushing hard with your thumb just above his lower hinge to keep it closed, your digits stretching to mess with the buttons on his abdomen again, playing back Soundwave's melodious sighs and the hum of cooling fans.

"Or Soundwave: Will press your buttons."

[autistickaihiwatari]

hihi if u know my main then u know ^_^ if you don't then i probably have you blocked. anyway this is in a sense kind of a follow-up to one of my posts there so i guess this is kind of like. an extended version of that. director's cut or smth. anywayyyy

MAYBLADE 2023 DAY 4: SCI-FI

AKA: WHY THE FUCK IS V-FORCE LIKE THAT

bakuten shoot beyblade 2002, or beyblade v-force as i will be referring to it for the rest of this post, despite being mostly filler (in the sense that most of what happens in it isn't in the manga at all), is not a season that fucks around, except it also does that a lot. but what i'm getting at here is that even if you don't realize it, it becomes VERY clear what kind of season this is very quickly.

season 1 of bakuten shoot beyblade is a little bit absurd sometimes. that kind of comes with the territory (unless you're most of burst), but that does not make the existence of a US government-funded beyblade research facility aswell as beyblade child soldiers (unrelated to the first thing, making that two instances of beyblade war crimes) and beyblade rasputin any less ridiculous. v-force, however, takes this further.

in season 1 of bakuten shoot beyblade, the us government-funded beyblade research facility is introduced in episode 19 and isn't really important in the long term. the beyblade child soldiers are introduced in episode 40 and are very important to the plot, and beyblade rasputin is casually dropped in episode 42 and never mentioned again.

beyblade v-force drops a beyblading robot (not to be confused with the character who is a beyblader and also a robot, who we will get to later) on you in episode 4. this is the kind of season you will be watching for the next 47 episodes! have fun!

i don't know what exactly to say about this moment. when it comes down to it i think it just speaks for itself really. and for most of beyblade v-force, this vibe is still very present. even when it's not ridiculous in this way, psykick and their no-name goons have a sort of saturday morning cartoon vibe, or atleast that's the best way i can describe it. this feeling is also present with zagart for a good chunk of the latter half, atleast until episode 41 comes around and things finally start to kick into gear on that end.

however, there is a very particular point where the weird sci-fi bullshit is able to work in harmony with actual good drama, and if you know my main you undoubtedly know where i'm going with this.

but first! consider the following concept: artificial divinity. man-made recreations of gods, created to be not just equal to but more powerful than their original counterparts. and these beings, both by nature and their sheer power, take over the minds of those who wield them, with the user dying in the worst case scenario.

what i have just described is the digital sacred beasts. the execution isn't perfect- mostly because psykick is fucking lame, but other than that it's... actually really fucking good. this, in no small part, is due to episode 16. remember that kid from like 11 episodes ago? the one who was pretty fuckin gay for kai? well. um.

this is genuinely such an excellent introduction to the plotline, and i know it's technically not the introduction but also it may aswell be because for a good while i genuinely FORGOT about the actual introduction. i could actually go on about this plotline for a good while but also this is a really really long post already so. onto the last thing!

yeah the kid's been a robot the whole time! fuck you! i don't even know what to say anymore i've been writing this post for atleast an hour now. v-force is so fucking stupid but that just adds to the experience i think. everyone say thank you to v-force right now.

[andro-dino]

been writing a Zeo n jack centric fic and I wanted to doodle em

[azikarue]

Life in Color : Chapter 24 : Memories

Zeo, Gordo | FFN Rating: T | FFN Link ❖ It was a Saturday afternoon and Zeo could hear a motorcycle rumbling up his driveway.

“Just like clockwork,” he muttered to himself. He closed the book on his lap with a heavy thud and carried it to the edge of the balcony to wait.

The gates at the outskirts of the property were barely visible through the lush trees lining the drive, but he could see the metal move through the foliage as they swung shut. Only a handful of people knew the code to those gates. And only one of them had become a regular weekend visitor, even though he had to have better people to spend his time with. Real people, made out of flesh and blood instead of nuts and bolts.

In a flash of neon orange, the motorcyclist rounded the corner and followed the driveway past Zeo’s balcony. He always parked in the same shady spot and left the keys with his bike; it was just Zeo and William here now, and neither of them were about to abscond with it.

The Kawasaki gave one final growl as Zeo’s visitor killed the engine and dropped the kickstand. He dismounted and yanked off his helmet in one fluid movement revealing a familiar, red mohawk. Then his eyes locked on Zeo. He greeted him with a nod.

“Zeo.”

“Gordo,” Zeo replied, mimicking his old teammate’s flat tone of voice. “What’s the excuse today?”

After all of Zeo’s family secrets were spilled at the finals, his father had gone on the record and confessed everything. While his dad’s research wasn’t necessarily illegal, some of the lengths he went to to complete it – including staging a theft from the BBA itself – were. With their lawyer’s help, he was able to negotiate a plea deal, but he was still required to do jail time.

There’d been a lot of conversation about what would happen to Zeo during that time. With the revelation that he wasn’t technically human, no one quite knew what to do with him. It had gotten as far as one of the BBA’s lawyers suggesting they switch him off until after his dad’s sentence, like he was no better than the television, before Gordo stepped in.

It was then that Zeo learned he wasn’t just some beyblader selected to wield Orthros and help him win the Championships. He was a robotic engineering intern at his father’s company, and directly responsible for a lot of the tech that made up Zeo’s body. And he argued that, due to the nature of Zeo’s programming, he could neither fend for himself nor be powered down indefinitely.

In the end, it had been the Zagarts’ trusty butler, William, that stepped in to act as his temporary guardian and Gordo started spending more weekends at Zeo’s house than he did his own. Every time Zeo asked him why, he got some lame excuse, but he was grateful for the company nonetheless.

“William asked me to replace the kitchen outlets,” Gordo answered, squinting up at the balcony.

Zeo rolled his eyes.

Gordo grinned crookedly and started toward the front door without another word.

Tucking the book under his arm, Zeo headed inside and downstairs. Just like Gordo pretended he visited solely to check in and keep the house in working order, Zeo pretended he kept Gordo company to be a good host. In reality, it got lonely wandering around the house with only William to talk to. By the time the weekends rolled around, he was starved for company closer to his own age. At least, the age he was programmed to be.

He followed Gordo to the kitchen and settled himself in the sun drenched breakfast nook, opening his book on the table. Gordo tossed his tools onto the counter less gently than he would have done if William had been watching. His leather jacket, he chucked over the back of a chair on his way to the basement to shut the power off at the breaker.

(They’d spent one of Gordo’s first weekend stays figuring out which breaker powered each room. All the yelling about which lights turned off when he flipped switches had been a great stress reliever during the early days of his dad’s sentence.)

The kitchen got eerily quiet for a few seconds when the electricity clicked off and hum of the refrigerator stopped, until the sound of Gordo’s boots climbing the stairs filled the void. He glanced at Zeo on his way past. A twitch of his eyebrow was the only sign he’d noticed that Zeo’s book was an old photo album, but he didn’t comment and immersed himself in his work.

Replacing outlets was child's play for Gordo and Zeo knew it. It had to be monotonous for him after a project like Zeo – Gordo called him the “weirdest internship ever” when asked, but seemed proud of his handiwork. Zeo didn’t know if it was pride or pity that kept him coming around after the fact, but he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Zeo sighed and flicked his eyes back to the photo album. He’d found it, and half a dozen more, on one of his trips up to the attic. They were in an old box, covered in dust and cobwebs. He wouldn’t be surprised if they hadn’t been touched since before he was even constructed.

Flipping through the pages, he knew the Zeo in the pictures was the one from Before. He was younger in some photos than others. He was sunburned on the beach. He was holding his mother’s hand. Zeo had never been another age. He’d never been sunburned and he’d never met the woman he remembered as his mother.

And yet, sometimes, he thought he could remember.

He remembered wincing his way through his first violin lesson and William’s encouraging smile. He remembered his dad helping him launch a beyblade for the first time and how big and strong his hand felt on top of Zeo’s. And he remembered the sound of his mother singing as rain pelted down on the glass roof of the conservatory.

But he’d never lived through any of it. Those were the Old Zeo’s memories. Memories that should have been buried with him that Zeo stole.

He shoved the album away and turned to look out the window. William was in the back garden weeding, wearing a straw hat and an apron. He had a sprinkler set up near the flower beds and Zeo timed his breathing with its rotation in an effort to calm down. It wouldn’t be good if he caused a random electrical surge and zapped the only person who ever bothered to visit him.

Speaking of, he could hear Gordo’s footsteps approaching.

“If you’re about to blow a fuse, let me know. I have an extra in my saddle bag.” Zeo’s only answer for him was a glare, so Gordo shrugged and sat down across the table. The photo album was right beside him. He spun it around to take a look, comfortable enough not to ask Zeo’s permission. “Where did you find this?”

“The attic,” he said shortly. “Guess my dad couldn’t stand the sight of them.” Zeo couldn’t blame him – he’d yet to get the whole way through a single one of them without having an existential crisis. If he’d thought the sunshine or some company would keep it at bay, he was sorely mistaken and one hundred percent regretting it.

“He had you,” Gordo responded with a shrug. “He didn’t need the pictures.”

Zeo’s glare intensified as anger crackled, unexpectedly, under his skin. Something to do with Gordo’s blasé attitude.

“That’s not me,” he spat, digging his nails into the meat of his palms. They felt sharp, even though they never grew. The feeling was enough to keep him from overloading. “It doesn’t matter how many stupid memories he programmed into my head. I’m not the one in those pictures.”

Gordo studied him with furrowed brows. Zeo could see a scar on one from where he’d had it pierced before taking a professional internship. Zeo’s only scar was from the patch job they’d done on his arm after his battle against Tyson. His dad promised to fix it, then went to prison. Zeo was kind of glad; there was something about it he liked too much to let go of.

“What’s this really about?” Gordo asked. He had a knack for seeing straight through people, especially Zeo. Though, that might have more to do with the fact that he’d helped breathe life into the pile of wires and circuits and scraps of metal that made up Zeo’s body than his interpersonal skills.

Zeo frowned. “I’m not the one in those pictures,” he repeated, leaning heavily back in the chair. Without thinking, his fingers found the scar on his arm and traced it. “I know that’s who I’m meant to be. Sometimes it’s even who I want to be. But… I’m not.”

“Zeo—”

“You don’t get it!” Zeo interrupted. He didn’t want to be talked down right now; he wanted someone to listen. “I know who I’m supposed to be, just as well as I know I can’t be that person because I’m a robot!”

Those two truths were always at war in his head. Finding the photo albums dragged them kicking and screaming to the forefront. Looking at the pictures felt like putting a puzzle together where each piece was a bit of his past, until he remembered the memories weren’t his and the whole thing shattered, leaving him hanging in limbo.

“I have his memories. They feel like mine, which is wrong, but it’s all I know.” He paused and took a deep breath, conscious of the electrical current rushing through his veins where blood should be. “Sometimes I feel like I’m Zeo and I want to be him and belong here. Other times, I feel like I stole his life. None of his memories are mine; I wouldn’t remember them at all if they weren’t programmed into my brain.”

Gordo stayed silent for a while when Zeo finished. It wasn’t like there was anything he could say. The most specialized therapist in the world wouldn’t be able to help Zeo navigate life as a robotic replacement for a grieving man’s only son. To curb his embarrassment, Zeo watched William out the window some more – he’d moved on to cleaning and refilling the bird bath.

“You’re more human than you give yourself credit for.”

Zeo could see the reflection of Gordo shaking his head in the window panes and turned around.

“What are you talking about?” he asked, wishing, not for the first time, that he hadn’t been programmed with such fluctuant and adolescent emotions.

“Memories are just like that,” Gordo said, crossing his arms with a shrug. “For everyone,” he added when Zeo opened his mouth to argue.

Zeo snapped his mouth shut and let a sullen look fall over his features. But he didn’t interrupt when Gordo continued.

“No one remembers their whole childhood,” he said, waving the thought away like it was preposterous. “We hear stories and call them memories, even though they’re secondhand. That’s no different than what Dr. Zagart did when he programmed you.”

“Yeah, but—”

“You’re not wrong for making those memories a part of you.” Gordo’s tone left no room for argument as he leaned forward, elbows on the table. The bad-boy facade chipped away a little when he smiled. “You also aren’t wrong for wanting to have your own identity outside of someone else’s vision for you. That’s a part of being human.”

Zeo was quiet for a moment, turning everything over in his head.

“Are you saying it doesn’t matter?” he asked incredulously.

“If that’s what you wanna take away.” Gordo rolled his eyes and stood up. He ran both hands through his mohawk as he stretched. “Well, I’m gonna get back to work as long as you aren’t over here frying your circuitry.”

Zeo watched him shimmy the fridge out from between two cabinets to get at its outlet and thought about what he’d said.

If it was true that everybody had memories that were more hearsay than anything, maybe his experience wasn’t that far-fetched. He didn’t think it made him more human, but it did make him feel slightly less guilty for appropriating Old Zeo’s memories. Just because he had them didn’t mean he couldn’t carve out his own identity like Gordo said.

His memories might have been programmed, but so was an impressive degree of free will. If he leaned into that, maybe he’d be able to adapt and grow and move past the person they modeled him after. Live life as himself instead of the shadow of Zagart’s son. If he could figure out who he was.

“Gordo?”

There must have been some urgency in his voice because Gordo pulled back so fast he bumped into the fridge, making the contents inside rattle. A brief look of irritation flitted across his features before he fixed Zeo with an inquisitive look.

“What?”

“Will you cut my hair?”

Gordo froze and raised an eyebrow. When Zeo didn’t immediately take it back, he asked, “You sure?”

Zeo thought of the photo album and all the pictures he’d seen of the Zeo from Before. He had the same long, green hair. More often than not, it was pulled back into the same braid that hung heavy down his own back. It would have taken him years to grow it – years that didn’t belong to today’s Zeo. And it would have been a hard color to replicate when crafting his replacement – but he was determined to become more than that.

“Well, yeah,” Zeo said, some of Gordo’s hesitation rubbing off on him regardless. “Why? Is it important?”

The clouds in Gordo’s expression cleared and he shook his head. “Nah, I’ve seen your schematics. All the important stuff is safe inside.”

“So…” He trailed off, sensing some reluctance from Gordo still. With a huff, he slid out of the breakfast nook and grabbed a pair of kitchen scissors from the junk drawer. He crossed the room to stand in front of Gordo and held the scissors out to him. “Will you cut it then?”

“I’m not a professional, Zeo,” Gordo said, but took the scissors anyway.

“You did fine with yours,” Zeo pointed out as he pulled a chair into the middle of the sunlit kitchen and sat down, letting his braid dangle over the back.

Gordo snorted and yanked a drawer open so he could fish a tea towel out of it. He set the scissors down so he didn’t jab Zeo with them and draped the towel over his shoulders to keep the worst of the hair off his clothes. Carefully, he picked up the scissors again.

“All I had to do was cut my rat tail off,” he said, moving into position behind. “And sometimes I shave the sides. You don’t want a buzz cut do you?”

“Of course not.” Zeo rolled his eyes, even though Gordo couldn’t see. “Just start by cutting the braid off and then try not to make it look dumb.”

“Tall order,” Gordo shot back. He didn’t wait for Zeo to reply before taking the scissors to his hair.

Zeo held his breath with the first cut. No turning back now. His hair wouldn’t grow back like a real person’s. But by the third snip of the scissors, he began to feel lighter. And when Gordo finished cutting across and his braid fell to the floor in a thick coil, it felt like he could breathe properly for the first time since that stormy night when he found out the truth about himself.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet. I gotta make it not look like shit first.”

Zeo laughed as Gordo attempted to shape up his haircut and the limitless possibilities of the future unrolled like a red carpet before him. Now, when he looked in the mirror, he’d see more than the boy he was created to replace. He could forge his own path and make new memories to overshadow the old ones. Memories that were his alone.

He’d start with the look of shock on William’s face when he walked in and saw Gordo hacking away at his hair and go from there.

[blackink-onpaper]

The Descend and the Resurface

Damian Hart (Beyblade) x OC

Summary: OC comes from a complex background, and in the midst of trying to save it all and help her family she enters a strange arrangement, which will change her life forever.

Masterlist 🖤

Tags: Beyblade, Beyblade Metal Masters, Jack, Damian, OC, Gingka Hagane, team Starbreaker, team Gan Gan Galaxy, Zeo Abyss, dr. Ziggurat, Hades Inc.

A/N: (ambience suggestion) this chapter and the next will go along with the canon storyline, for this chapter watch Beyblade Metal Masters episode 94 and 95 if you like, it’s available on youtube!

Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! :)

Chapter 17

“Have dr. Carlisle ready as soon as we land” I heard Ziggurat dictate to his assistant when I opened the door, while the paramedics were trying to calm down whimpering and shuddering Jack. I quickly closed the door behind me, and saw that on the other daybed in the room Zeo was also laying down and looking pale, recieving an IV in his left arm. Damian was standing beside dr. Ziggurat while he kept on instructing his assistant and paramedics, but didn’t seem too phased by the whole thing. Actually, he was grinning as usual. I walked over to Zeo first, seeing as there was a crowd around Jack:

“Zeo, you did it!” I smiled at him as he opened his eyes:

“Hey” he smiled back. Jack’s sounds became especially concerning, and I glanced at him over my shoulder:

“He’s in strain shock” Zeo grunted as he tried to sit up: “The same thing happened to me too, just less severe”

“Shock as in disbelief?” I was confused

“When you’re doing the Arrangements, and then you push yourself to the absolute limit you either faint, become sick or have a seizure because your body is so exhausted.” he explained as Damian walked over to our side of the room.

“What happened out there?” Zeo asked him as he came closer: “Is Gingka’s power that strong? I don’t remember this from the briefings?”

“Ryuga showed up and demolished the stadium.” Damian said simply: “Jack put up a good fight though, but obviously of no use other than data collection.”

“Ryuga?!” Zeo gave up on trying to sit: “At least something…”

“Damian, come with me” Ziggurat said as he walked out without even looking at us, probably not even aware I entered the room in the first place, as the door closed behind his assistant.

“I should get going.” Damian smirked at me, a power-hungry gleam in his eyes.

“Good luck, Damian” I smiled at him

“Is that all?” His smirk lifted into a malicious grin: “No kiss for good luck?” I rolled my eyes jokingly and leaned in to kiss him. Zeo didn’t see this because his eyes were shut, so he sighed again:

“Damian will you leave her al-“ he stopped when he opened his eyes to the scene in front of him. We broke off the kiss; Damian’s Chesire cat grin almost entitling him to the World Championship cup immediately. Zeo’s face was stuck in absolute shock, his irises and pupils almost nowhere to be seen:

“What the actual fuck?!” He blurted out just as he met my glance.

“I told you I’d get a girlfriend before you” Damian glanced at him sideways, mockingly and condescending, then winking at me before walking out the door. As the door closed shut behind Damian’s white cape, Zeo’s face remained the same, stuck on me. I smiled awkwardly, just about to say something when Jack chipped in from behind me:

“I know I recieved some nasty drugs right now… but did I just see Damian and Camila share a tender moment?” He said in a slow, drowsy voice.

“Sorry guys I didn’t know when to tell you, with the tournament and-“

“Camila I haven’t been this shocked in my entire life - is this a prank?” Zeo interrupted me, sounding borderline outraged, but still confused enough not to get angry.

“No it’s not” I put my hand on his shoulder: “I was really going to tell you.”

“I don’t know what shocks me more…” Jack spoke up again, sounding as if he was both drunk and overdosed: “…you and Damian together; this happening in the few days you were with us; or how you went from a guy like Julian to Damian.”

“Man, Camila I didn’t even get to understand how to pronounce your last name and you’ve just done something I thought was literally impossible” Zeo burst out laughing, making me sigh in relief because I thought he was angry with me: “I mean, does Damian even have a heart to steal?”

Jack sighed out a few ‘ha ha-s’ because he was probably about to fall alseep, and I also chuckled, but mostly at Jack: “He does… I think” I winked at him, and he snorted in response:

“Camila if Damian - okay I can’t believe I’m saying this - but if he can make you happy; I wish you all the best. I’m just worried because I haven’t ever seen him show some…”

“Remorse, empathy…” Jack sighed from behind again, his eyes half closed:

“Yeah” Zeo just nodded before taking a short pause: “I didn’t even know he knew how to kiss a girl, gosh” he joked again

“Ah don’t worry, I had to teach him” I joked back: “Well, I’ll get going now I can’t be late.” I turned around to leave, and switched on the television broadcast of the match for the boys so they could watch as well, before ultimately reaching the door.

“Thanks Camila, cheer loud!” Zeo added over Jack’s medium-pitch snoring.

I was back on my seat just in time: the stadium had been repaired and Ziggurat changed the room in which he was in because the staff took away the broken glass. Mentally, I was preparing myself for the next battle. Gingka was a tough, tough opponent, but I’ve been with Julian every step of the way until this championship, and his two losses against Damian prove that his power is truly fearsome.

“Buckle up, the final match is about to start!” The presenter commanded the immediate attention of every man, woman and child in thr stadium, perhaps even globally as well. The crowd echoed in chants for the USA, and even though it felt very alien to do so myself, I also shouted along.

“All the way from Japan, it’s Gan Gan Galaxy; our main man Gingka is steppin’ up!” I clapped as a sign of respect for Gingka and his team, but with my hands lowered just in case Ziggurat was watching me like his team apparently had in the battle against Excalibur.

The American presenter announced as Damian stepped out from the tunnel: “And from the USA and representing our own team Starbreaker; dressed for success it’s Damian!” I clapped, whistled, chanted and almost dropped my phone when he came out. Watching him both live and on the displays just made me feel so giddy inside, I just couldn’t help blushing at how handsome he is.

“Get ready to be blown right out of the stadium!” Gingka yelled as he rushed towards the dome, but Damian just chuckled at what he said with just a casual stride. Once there, there was a warriors’ glare moment between the two, until a cold wind of purple energy swirled from Damian’s direction. The purple energy seemed to take the form of Cerberous, with Damian’s chuckle as it’s theme melody.

“Beyblade is something you get stronger at by using your own power and by training over and over again!” Gingka yelled out, which evidently threw Damian off of his intentions. “The world championships are not some science fair for your doctor buddy’s experiments! It’s a place for Bladers to give it everything they’ve got! This is a place for Bladers to meet and find out who’s skills are the best and who has true Bey spirit!”

I don’t know Gingka personally, but I am somewhat familiar with his personality through Julian and watching previous matches, and this is definitely the most upset I’d ever seen him; he rarely yells and now he just shouted out an entire monologue, seemingly about the Arrangement system. I’m not sure how he found out about it, but I also kind of thought his reaction was unnecessary because all of the Bladers at that Academy chose to be there in the first place, and volunteered themselves to work with Ziggurat, but I also understand his point because I would also be upset if I worked hard for years only to go against someone who gets a treatment to get the same results.

“If you say so, Blabbermouth! Like I care, let’s do this!” Damian yelled back, promptly ushering the countown and ‘let it rip’ moment. Upon launch, the Beys circled the stadium before Gingka delivered the first attack, causing a minor explosion with a lot of smoke. Damian didn’t move a muscle as Pegasus was the one flying. From the sky, Pegasus delivered another blow and causing another explosion, continuously striking Kerbecks again and again.

“He’s really goin’ for it!” A small boy seated behind me said with a sweet, Southern accent that made me smile. Damian answered the presenter’s question about if Kerbecks is being affected by the attacks by unleasing a golden burst of energy that send Pegasus flying again. This made me wonder: Damian’s power aura is sometimes gold, and sometimes purple, whereas other Beys usually have just one colour. It’s probably just a sign of some dual type of strength, or a quirk, but I decided to pay more attention to this in the future.

“Now it’s my turn, Blabbermouth!” Damian shouted as Kerbecks increased it’s running and spinning speed: “Kerbecks isn’t just about defence and stamina, did you forget that?” He asked rhetorically while hitting Pegasus left and right repeatedly.

“Oh man, what’s happening here?!” Gingka asked, confused and a bit helplessly, against the forceful blows Kerbecks kept giving

“The doctor did not only draw out my hidden talents with the Arrangement” Damian purred: “The scientists at HD Academy are the best! They developed the strongest Bey just for me, wasn’t that nice of them? Kerbecks was created to syncronise completely with my talents, which were drawn out to their absolute highest limit by the Arrangement! Making it do whatever I wish is simple for me! You don’t stand a chance, Blabbermouth!”

I snorted at the nickname Damian is evidently campaigning for Gingka, I already see the American news headlines picking it up.

“Oh yeah? What’s this Arrangement? What’s this synchronisation? Are you really proud to become stronger because of power given to you by someone else?! Do you even have any fun with Beyblade?!” Gingka absolutely snapped at the last question

“Have fun?” Damian tilted his head: “I don’t understand what that means? Do you do Beyblade because you enjoy it?”

My ears perked up at this part of the conversation, somehow my intuition was telling me a much sadder story was behind Damian’s answer. Beyblade was always meant to be fun for the Blader, at least in the beginning, but Damian just said he was chosen to do it. I made a mental note to talk to him about it later, while Damian called Hades Drive, chuckling as the flames burst out of the ground.

“Pegasus!!!” Gingka shouted to his Bey, but Damian was having much too much fun: “you’re weak, aren’t you now?”

[endfght]

a festering ache, the weeping cost of heroism; or so syrathnar had come to believe. bruised eye a badge of honor, a bloodied lip proof of your courage. thus was the price befitting the name: the savior of baldur's gate. shame accompanies the thought, an unworthiness that coursed through the very veins so destined for greatness from consummation. blood from blood, created in his image ⸻ His Chosen; meant to bathe the streets of baldur's gate in blood and ash, not claw them free from the clutches of ruin.

jaw clenches so tight her teeth throb with a certain soreness, one hand with a white-knuckled grip on the wooden chair beneath her, the other pressing a well bled-through scrap of cloth against the seeping wound on her bicep. there was a time where she'd have reveled in this, blood spilled a never-ending offering to her father, her own or another's, death did not discriminate. but weeks of battling urges, fighting the darkness that threatened to consume her wholly, would not be so easily undone with flashes of memories of a long ago life led by a stranger.

let me see the wound.

where once she would bark ⸺ snarl and bare sharp teeth, she has learned softness; she welcomes @gruvies' aid with wide eyes and a relieved sigh. blood smeared from the laceration up and down her arm, flowing down her fingers in a slow yet never-ending drip drip drip. ❝ the mess makes it seem worse than it truly is⸻ ❞ but words spoken through a wince and the paleness of her lips begs to differ otherwise. she fights drowsiness, heavy lids drooping, limbs like lead weights with every move that she makes. poison that coated the blade settles slowly into her bloodstream, a benefit that finds syrathnar grateful that the arrow did not pierce her skin, but merely grazed it. barely more than a scratch, still ― the mind-numbing burn made it seem as though acid were sizzling away the upper half of her arm. she sucks in a deep breath, expression evening to something more neutral, a wavering attempt at stoicism: a grin raises the corner of her mouth, twinkles the faintest glow in her eye, ❝ it's not going to kill me, if that's what you're so worried about. ❞

[where-them-kinomiya-at]

what really went wrong with v force villains imo:

I really think the villains were the major issue in the season I mean like, it could’ve definitely worked out with a little better writing.

-the villains shouldn’t be team rocket villains (aka Gideon) they genuinely need to scare the heck out of you like Boris did

-the redeeming factor however about Gideon and his people was Wyatt’s arc. Dub or Sub, both the consequences showed us how much of a fucked up world those teenagers were living in and kai’s actions during his match with Goki showed us how much it affected him.

-also about Kane and Salima: Tyson vs Kane was good because 1) Kane was genuinely losing his shit and it was scary 2) Tyson was literally about to die (could have been executed better) 3) salima was screaming for Kane while Jim was laughing like a psychotic bitch and Goki was literally crying. So you know, it was psychotic as hell and I liked it tbh.

But the rest??? Like the island arc was??? It could have been executed so much better.

-also like ep 4 they were legit trying to kill Kenny and Hilary like…make that more serious buddy because it was no joke+why do they always cover up how anxious Tyson was? His battle stats were like 0 at that point and he was barely able to summon dragoon + he was humiliated in front of his hometown……he was obviously at his worst and for him to be the one saving both of them….why is that not serious?

-Overall saint shields and dr. Zagart and Zeo were good. The end-of-the-season tension remained. A little more angst overall and I think I could take Gideon a lil more seriously lol. And dr. K I forgot about her.

-king and queen were good for the amount of screen time they got

Still takes me sometime to realise that ep 4 was no joke but the writing made it look like one at some points.

It could have definitely been better if they showed us the consequences like we saw with Boris and all(they only showed Wyatt). You saw children getting thrown into fucking cells and going through some psychotic hanging above snakes training. The dub never showed us the cell part so as a kid I genuinely thought that Alexander (dunno his original name) was executed. Thanks dub. Oh yeah let’s not forget about Bryan killing people.

[meloarto-me]

Hi! I love your fishman stuff, I can never find any Hody Jones writings! Any chance you could do how Hody (and maybe some of his officers like Zeo or Dosun or maybe even Hyouzou) would be like in the bedroom? No worries if not! Love your writing!

New Fish-Man Pirates x Female Fishman NSFW

Yes, I think none of them looked at the human. So now you are a fisherman.

(I thought I was the only one with some strange fascination with fishermen, fortunately I am not alone 🦈🦈🦈 👀👀)

𓆝 𓆛 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟  ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆛 𓆟

(I hope you enjoyed it (: Again, I apologize for the mistakes)

𓆝 𓆛 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟  ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆛 𓆟

🦈 Hody Jones 🦈

🦈 Well, he's in charge. Not you, understand that. 🦈 He loves BDSM, but not on himself. On his partner, of course. 🦈 Binding. 🦈 Biting. 🦈 Suffocation. 🦈 Excessive stimulation. 🦈 That all comes into play. 🦈 Hody just loves the fact that he has total authority over your smaller weaker body. 🦈 He likes to look at you after the whole act. Tired, barely conscious. In your own blood, bruises and the marks of him on you. It's just something that excites him even more and he would be ready for another round again.

🦈 I can also say that these things go beyond the bedroom. Like. 🦈 Semi-public sex is another thing he likes, as if he takes you anywhere without being embarrassed that someone will cover you. Most often this happens in his office. 🦈 Hody also often leaves a vibrator in you just to tease you. Because he can 🦈 He plays with its settings gdu he is bored and watches your reactions. The more nervous you get, the more he turns up the toy's movements. Just try to reach, you will be severely punished. (Which of course makes you happy).

🦈 Returning to semi-public sex I imagine that a couple of times (three maybe four?) that he was inside you while he was sitting on that means of the ship on the couch. You couldn't move because he was talking to one of his officers (Pray no one notices.). 🦈 Hody also has a dream to have sex in front of the public. Of course, no one can touch you. I can only watch. (Anyone who tried to touch you would die.)

👣 Zeo 👣

👣 Controlled to the point of pain.

👣 He doesn't rush with anything, he does everything accurately and precisely.

👣 Preparation before sex takes him a long time. Why? He just likes + over-stimulating you is, according to him, mega erotic.

👣 Zeo after all the preparation will not master. As if you're sensitive as hell anyway, you've already reached many times (on his lips, fingers or tongue.) and you're already like a trembling leaf in the wind. Then what's left for him besides pleasing himself?

👣 Zeo also likes mirror sex.

👣 He can see all of you and you can also watch this fisherman fuck you.

👣 Sometimes he will also become invisible so that you can see the inside of you impaled on his cock. (Do you know more or less what this is about? No?… I mean he is sitting on the bed, you impaled on his kuu… and he is invisible)

👣 He prefers to do such actions privately, it's something intimate and you need trust for that.

👣 Sometimes after such actions he leaves you alone in bed (He will take care of you first) Before he leaves he takes your panties and leaves.

👣 Maybe he would share you with the captain.

👣 He wouldn't share, it's just a fantasy that will stay in his head forever.

🔨 Dosun 🔨

(Oh in the ass, what should I write here…)

🔨 Difference in Size? Size breakdown? Somehow, that's what it's called, that's how his slickness is.

🔨 The fact that he can turn around, position it the way he wants is just uuuummm for him.

🔨 The added bonus is that after a stressful day, you let him get off on himself sexually.

🔨 He is a switch, once he wants to dominate, once he doesn't. It depends on his mood for the day. (I don't know what to write here)

🐙 Hyouzou 🐙

(The third right arm of the male is actually an organ used for copulation called hectocotylus , which is introduced for a known purpose. Did you know?)

🐙 Well it will play with you with its tentacles. Well as you can see he is an octocotylus.

🐙 He's a total top, I don't think he'll give up power over himself to anyone.

🐙 I think he may have once cultivated sex for money, until he found a partner.

🐙 Many dirty talks, whether in public (Then he whispers in your ear) in the bedroom or in the bar. Everywhere you would be he tries to tell you what he will do with you next. These are not polite things.

🐙 When he is sober (Almost never) he starts to bite you until you bleed. so that a mark remains.

🐙 He is also more aggressive then.

🐙 He will throw you on the bed and take you the way he wants. (Lots of playing with his tentacles, get this. THAT is his greatest asset.)

🐙 He likes it when you play with his tentacles, even if it's not erotic he will make it so.

🐙 He often tugs on your hair. (It doesn't count if your hair is short or long.) He pulls on you for a kiss, or during a rough morena. Whatever.

🐙 Blade play.

🐙 Yes he will use one of his swords on you.

🐙 After intercourse I drink alcohol again, he will not take care of you. He offers alcohol instead.

𓆝 𓆛 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟  ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆛 𓆟

[mysticalsoot]

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[zeonomicon]

Silly Little SkyStar Poem

The quiet roar of the city

Passes over us like time

Your servo closing over mine

White plating all I see

The moment is ours

All the thousand worlds are ours

For the taking of your telemetry

My practicality

Between us we held infinity

In the same moment that you held me

The chill-whipped atmosphere

Bore your weight down faster than I

Bright streak of solitude, my fear

Already tender to ignite

I would have overspilled the universe to tear back that moment

And hold you to me

[sammydem0n64]

Out of ur top fave OCs at the moment which one of them has the neatest handwriting and which one has the worst. Bonus points for little writing quirks (like drawing hearts over i’s etc)

Oh this is fun!

Best: Zygarde (Wuvs being legible), Munkidori (He taught himself to be ambidextrous its gotta account for smth), Wo-Chien 🙄

Worst: Zeo (💔), Pecharunt bc they’re 10 and never had a formal education, Chien-Pao bc she doesn’t care, and ME

Bonus points for Unity (has doctor handwriting.)

Melphis (he love forageing documents so he’s learned to mimic several handwriting styles)

And Fezandipiti (dots his I’s with hearts and writes all cutesy)

[kimberlyannharts]

Fandom's perception of Turbo is so interesting to me. There's this idea that Turbo was solely responsible for the near death of the franchise thanks to changes like the lighter tone and Justin (thanks Linkara) but no one ever stops to think.....WHY they made those changes in the first place. Like. Maybe the previous season that's held in such high regard now........actually wasn't very popular at all at the time when it aired........so they thought they had to take it in a new direction to bring back audiences..........just. you know. something to think about.

But anyway yeah, because of this, fandom tends to think the solution is simply to make Turbo COOL and SERIOUS like ZEO (lmao) when that's simply trying to fix what's not broken. Campy and goofy isn't the same as bad writing; and even better, camp and fun is memorable. Everyone remembers the pizza episode because it was camp and it rocks. People hated Divatox but she was FUN compared to how the Machine Empire was boring as hell even if they were "more of a threat" (they weren't). So it's important to keep in mind when trying to rewrite a PR season to be "better." So this is good!

The main thing that would have to change in Turbo nowadays is, yeah, Blue Centurion. A vigilante would be okay but I think it would honestly just make the Millennium Message more vital to his character and the season's story. Even though the way it was done now leads to some of my favorite passages in RangerWiki:

[chicken-fifi]

Taecyeon (2pm) Headcanon - First Crush

Requested by @steph0707: Can you write one where your boyfriend Taecyeon asked female reader if he was your first Korean celebrity crush and you tell him it was actually Adam from Power Ranger?

Taecyeon had come to terms with the fact that there was no way he was your first celebrity crush

He knew that the moment he first met you seeing you freaking out over many actors and actresses over the years that you got to meet

But a part of him hoped that maybe he had been the first - if not one of the first - Korean celeb crushes you had

Or at least Asian

Given that representation for a long time was limited in the ethnic Asian groups on TV

And then he finds out he wasn't even in the top five when it came to celeb crushes of Asian descent or heritage

And add salt to the wound, he wasn't the first Korean on that list

That spot was reserved for Johnny Yong Bosch

Or better known as Adam Park - the second Black Power Ranger and later, the Green Zeo Ranger and first Green Turbo Ranger in the Power Rangers franchise

A Power Ranger

He was outranked by a Power Ranger

And not just by one or two places either

But he couldn't blame you

Sure he wished he was the first but hey

He's got you now

And he's not just your crush anymore

He's your partner

[moonthepuppetmaster]

The timeline he entangled part 1

#幽遊白書 YYH-Revival Big Bang '23 - センギのイラスト - pixiv

hiii this is my entry for the @yyh-revival-big-bang

Also my first public fic

Hope y'all enjoy I had fun writing this and hope I can finish the second and final part soon

The timeline he entangled

Summary: 3 years after the series ended. Yusuke,Kurama and Kuwabara are called back when a mysterious new villain with reality bending powers is messing around.

The group ends up transported to an odd dimension. Hiei meanwhile is determined to find his friends at any cost. Not realizing that their disappearance has bigger consequences than he realizes.

Can Hiei fix what this new foe has done?

They sure hope so.

TW:Panic attacks,Dark content and Violence Chapter 6

Ships:

Hints of Kura/Hi mainly but have fun ;)

Notes: Xiobus (Zeo- Bus)

Xarafinity (Sara-fin-itee)

Hi ( "He" )Nickname for Hiei

[sleepyowlwrites]

Power Rangers Writing Asks

because I can.

Mighty Morphin': at what point do you usually write the beginning of a story? at the beginning or later on? do you try and actually write an opening scene or do you just sketch it out?

Zeo: how do you approach the growth of your characters? do you always have clear arcs in mind when you conceive them or do they surprise you?

Turbo: have you ever written a surprise villain that ended up being a lot more interesting or powerful than you anticipated? do your villains tend to more op or more cunning? are your villains usually people?

In Space: have you ever written or wanted to write a story set in space? give us a basic premise. if not, would you consider it?

Lost Galaxy: have you ever gotten decently far into a story and realized that your title made no sense? how much does your initial premise mean to the development of your story?

Lightspeed Rescue: do your characters come designed to fit certain roles that the story needs, or do you fit the story around some characters? which usually comes to you first, plot or characters?

Time Force: how good are you at managing pacing? do you prefer things to be paced slower or faster? how important is the timeline?

Wild Force: do your characters tend to get along or not? do they have to practice working as a team? do they need to for the plot?

Ninja Storm: how fond are you of plots that fall on the reader? do you prefer stories that just start or ones that take a little to warm up?

Dino Thunder: do you like bringing back characters from previous installments or even earlier in the book? is it fun to keep developing old characters or do you prefer to work on new ones?

S.P.D.: which of your characters is a natural leader? is this a surprise to the other characters? is there any conflict surrounding leadership?

Mystic Force: if you write fantasy, do you prefer hard or soft magic systems? do you like fantasy with no magic at all? if you don't write it, do you ever slip fantastical elements into the genres you do write?

Operation Overdrive: what's the hokiest premise you've ever come up with? do you adore it even though it's hokey? what are some great things about stories that don't take themselves too seriously?

Jungle Fury: do you prefer smaller casts or characters or large ensemble pieces? how do you feel about redemption arcs?

RPM: have you ever written long lost siblings? what is your go-to parent-child dynamic? how do you write families in general?

Samurai: have you ever written a character who you intended to come across one way but when you read it back you realized they turned out other way entirely? please elaborate.

Megaforce: what's something you've written that is no plot, only vibes, maybe heavily influenced by nostalgia, was written just for you, because you wanted to?

Dino Charge: what's an idea you've had that you started writing for fun but it turned out way better than you thought it would be? have you continued it?

Ninja Steel: if your wip was a gameshow, what kind of gameshow would it be? also do you color code your characters?

Beast Morphers: do you often slip easter eggs into your stories? maybe ones that nobody will get except you?

Dino Fury: do you like to recycle your plots/characters/premises until you find one that sticks? what the wip that has gone through the most changes? if no, then what's something you might reuse in the future?

[blackink-onpaper]

The Descend and the Resurface

Damian Hart (Beyblade) x OC

Summary: OC comes from a complex background, and in the midst of trying to save it all and help her family she enters a strange arrangement, which will change her life forever.

Masterlist 🖤

Tags: Beyblade, Beyblade Metal Masters, Julian Konzern, Jack, Damian, OC, Gingka Hagane, team Starbreaker, team Excalibur, dr. Ziggurat, Hades Inc.

A/N: Hope you enjoy! Please let me know what you think of the story so far!

@beyblade-oc-week @lady-lazagna @masterofdemise 🖤

Chapter 7

In the elevator, I became nervous. I didn’t know what to expect, but before I could continue with my overthinking the elevator reached its intended floor. The door slid open swiftly after I applied my card to it, revealing a boy with big eyes and a lush head of brown hair with white tips sitting in the conversation pit. He seemed to be surprised, and quickly stood up as if he didn’t expect me:

“Hey, um, hi?” I began the conversation rather eloquently.

He looked just as confused: “hi? Who are you?”

“I’m Camila… did… didn’t anyone tell you I was coming? I can come back later?” I was so confused, I was tripping over my own words.

But a look of realisation came over his face just as I was finishing my sentence: “Ooh! Is it today? I’m sorry I forgot you were coming!” He apologised, and came over to shake my hand with a small limp in his right leg: “I’m Zeo, nice to meet you Camila”

“You too” I smiled, he seemed so much nicer and more normal than those other two: “What happened to your leg?”

“Very long story, it’s a side effect of a treatment I’m having” he sighed and sat down on the plush taupe pillows in the conversation pit: “but honestly I had a rough day, I’d like to talk about something else. You’re European, right?”

“Yeah” I smiled at him, but turned around because I thought I heard the elevator door opening, but it turned out to be a false alarm:

“They’ll come soon, I don’t know what’s keeping them” Zeo addressed my reaction. At just that moment, the door slid open, and the tall pink haired blader emerged from it:

“My apologies for being late” he said with a flirtatious smile: “so this is the girl we’ve heard so much about” he swiftly came over to me, extending his gloved hand: “I’m Jack, nice to meet you”

“I’m Camila” I smiled, he freaked me out with his theatrical, over the top behaviour: “Is your hair naturally pink?”

“After a few years with Ziggurat, all kinds of things happen to you” he sighed, and both Zeo and I started laughing unexpectadly.

“How’s the leg Zeo?” Jack slid into the conversation pit and sat down on the side nearest to the elevator, putting his feet up on the coffee table in the middle. I also sat down opposite him, so Zeo was in between us. “I’ve had better days” Zeo sighed: “I hope the cramp will pass so I can return to normal training.”

“You guys have a very strict schedule, from what I understand” I included myself into the conversation. Jack sighed in a very annoyed way:

“It’s the arrangements, they take up a lot of energy from us so we only have a few hours every day to do physical and mental activities.”

“And we need to sleep and eat more than average to keep up with the side effects” Zeo added: “So we need to follow a schedule in order to do our best every day.”

“And my art suffers greatly from it!” Jack made a huge gesture of anger with his hands.

“But what is the arrangement? A medical treatment?”

The boys looked at each other, and then Jack took over: “Well, it’s actually a marvelous novelty!” He purred poetically, as if he was delivering a monologue on stage with a bright tunnel of spotlight shinning only on him: “It connects the Blader and the Bey, and makes you stronger together as one! That is, if you can take it, of course!” The last part he added in a malicious tone.

“What do you m-“ I stopped mid-question because the door slid open, and Damian stepped out. This was the first time I actually properly saw his face, but my breath was stuck in my throat from the rush of flashbacks I somehow put aside until now. Since the door opened, his cold, piercing, sadistic eyes were staring directly at me, as if he knew exactly where I would be sitting. After a brief pause, he said:

“Well” his eyes gleamed: “if it isn’t Julian Konzern’s newly unemployed golddigger.” he stated with an outright evil smirk across his face, absolutely condescending. For a moment that seemed like eternity, I just stared at him in shock, as if I forgot how to talk. I just did not know where to begin or what to say.

“Ah yes, America’s Sweethart” Jack chuckled at his own joke, breaking the silence. Zeo looked uncomfortable, but remained silent.

“Cat got your tongue?” Damian smiled my way.

“You really know no shame, do you?” I finally managed to say, in a low voice because I was literally recovering from everything I’ve seen and heard from this guy since the day I first saw him.

“It’s a thing only lusers are familiar with, I’m afraid” he stood over the conversation pit, looking at me from above, still with a smirk. He slowly kneeled, as if to get a better look at me: “So how does it feel to be on the winning side once more, Camila?”

After a brief moment, I realised he is just a human, and that I have not signed up to be treated this way: “I understand building spectacle for the audience, but this is just disrespectful.”

He smiled, grinned actually. He was enjoying my discomfort: “You sound just like him.”

With my mouth gaping from loss of words, I just stared at him in shock, looking him straight in the eyes for any sign of… well, anything. His clear, grey eyes were locked onto mine, looking for weakness, until Jack spoke up: “Although admittedly creative as always Damian, you have crossed a line this time”

“Yeah, Ziggurat told us to be nice” Zeo added.

“Whatever” Damian brushed him off cooly, just like he did with Julian in the stadium. The room fell silent again, as he also took a seat across from Zeo.

“So Camila will you also be crying for us like you did for Excalibur, or will that not be neccessary?” I assume with this, he was alluding to Starbreaker’s win against Excalibur.

“That’s it” I got up from the conversation pit and stared him in the eyes: “I didn’t sign up for this. You and your vicious little mouth can explain to Ziggurat why I took off earlier than agreed on.” Before walking towards the elevator, and pressing the button. Unfortunately, my dramatic exit was halted by waiting for the elevator to arrive.

“Welcome to Starbreaker, Camila” Damian chuckled just to piss me off even more, and I stormed off as soon as the elevator arrived.