#askers writing

[yayasvalveplay]

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Swerve realized his mistake immediately. Shockwave’s spike wasn’t just big—it was long. Impossibly long. The kind of length that didn’t stop at the back of the throat. No, it kept going, sliding straight down his intake with terrifying efficiency, the tip pressing against the entrance to his fuel tank like it had a damn map. Swerve’s optics flickered. Oh. Oh no. A hot, thick rush of transfluid flooded directly into his tank, completely bypassing his glossa. He hadn’t even gotten a sip. "MMMMPH!" Swerve’s vocalizer glitched around the obstruction, his servos scrambling against Shockwave’s thighs. The scientist didn’t stop, of course—because why would he? His spike pulsed again, pumping another heavy load straight into Swerve’s fuel lines. When Shockwave finally retracted, Swerve gasped, coughing. "What the—you—I didn’t even—!" He slapped a servo over his tank hatch, feeling the warmth sloshing inside. "That’s cheating!" Shockwave tilted his helm. "Cheating implies a competition. This is a biological inevitability."Swerve groaned. "I wanted to taste it!" "Irrelevant. Your tank is now 37% transfluid." A pause. "Shall we proceed to 50%?" Swerve’s processor short-circuited.

I was not expecting to get something like this so soon AHHHHH thank you again Anon!!!!

[deadduvznap]

thinking abt ftm tom riddle getting his pussy eaten 🫠 tom puts up an “ i’m tough “ appearance but as soon as you get him into bed and get between his legs he’s moaning like a whore and begging for more

YES OKAY LISTEN HE loves to act all tough around you and the others like he will give ppl dirty looks for wven looking at you and he acts like hes dominant and ppl think he is cus hes definitely more i wouldnt say introverted but hes like very black cat head empty but intimidating but if you like touch him i mean even like kiss him or cuddle him he gets all mushy even though he tries not to he pretends hes not but hed get down on his knees if you told him too and you get him in bed ??? youd think hes literally a different person hes suchhh a pillow prince he doesnt wanna do anything but hes also so cock drunk okay im getting off track hes so so sensitive his nipples are so sensitive his cunt is sensitive everything about him you get between his legs and he can cum immediately and yep no doubt about it hes literally ascended flopped dead on whatever surface you put him on his hands are on your head and his legs are limp on your shoulders hes got tears in his eyes begging for you to let him cum because youve been teasing him and he doesnt even know what day it is who he is how long its been all he knows is that ur eating him out and its so good hes writhing around moaning like someone just punched him in the gut

[transformers-synergize]

Where is Optimus prime & Megatron

On Cybertron continuing the war effort, as far as our earth-stranded autobots know, but they have been in stasis for a very long time, so none of them can fully say for sure what those two are up to.

[generic-sonic-fan]

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transfem metal sonic and supporting eggdad

Please

Eggman may not be the best person or the best dad but by god he's trying his best. Thank you for this excellent prompt!

1772 words.

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"Father?" Sage spoke through his headphones.

Ivo took them off his ears and swiveled his chair around to find his lovely daughter hovering just off the ground.

"Sage!" He smiled. "I was just waiting for you. I noticed that you marked this time on my calendar- what is it that you wanted to discuss?"

"I did," she said. "I had some questions."

He waited, but when she didn't continue, he furrowed his brow. "Then spit them out. I can't answer if you don't specify!"

"Of course. I wish to ask questions about the purpose of Metal Sonic's operation."

This was even stranger still. He caught a number of criticisms rising in his throat, about wasting his time or defying his command to be more specific. He didn't say them. A few months ago, he would've. This was a strange development, and it was best if he didn't devote much thought to the matter.

"Why was Metal Sonic designed to resemble Sonic?"

"You can check my development logs, can't you?" Ivo replied.

"Your intention was to create an imposter of Sonic to frame Sonic for crimes against the populace that he did not commit." 

Sage pulled up a holographic window next to her, showing the exact words Ivo had written in his notes all those many years ago. With a flick of her hand, however, she pushed the logs aside and instead showed a montage of Metal Sonic's various missions. Most end in failure, but that isn’t relevant right now.

"However," Sage noted, "you have never utilized Metal Sonic in this intended manner. In fact, the last person used to frame Sonic for something he did not do was Shadow the Hedgehog."

"You're right." Ivo put his hand on his chin. "Where are you going with this?"

"I am here to suggest that the physical resemblance is unnecessary for Metal Sonic's function."

"Well, that's silly to propose after all this time. His name is 'Metal Sonic', after all!"

"Because that unit has not decided on another name." Sage said, quieter.

"Sage, dear, you know that I don't allow you to keep secrets from me, right?" He stood from his chair.

"Apologies. Allow me to 'cut to the chase'. Would you permit Metal Sonic to change appearance and potentially identity?"

Sage's animations stopped moving, freezing her face into artificial neutrality. It was a face stylized to not provoke any sort of strong emotion at all, almost a sort of mask she could don if she was worried her words might provoke a negative reaction.

The fact that she was using it on him was making something in his chest hurt that he wasn't used to feeling pain in. He didn't have any more scientific language to describe it.

"You're asking this on Metal's behalf, aren't you?" He stated his question as the fact it was. "While I appreciate your desire to protect those you consider family, he shouldn't be making you do this sort of thing. You've got much better things to do with your time- and he doesn't need protection from me." 

Sage's steely gaze did not shift. "I will call Metal Sonic inside." 

Only a few seconds later, the door to his workshop opened and Metal Sonic walked in. His gait was stiff- he always walked stiffly, but something about this felt stiffer than usual. Or perhaps that was simply Ivo's human imagination at play. 

Sage floated to the side to allow space between them. She then pulled up an empty text box. "I will translate." 

For at least thirty seconds, nothing appeared on the textbox. Ivo cleared his throat. Metal Sonic hadn't moved even a centimeter, perhaps not even a millimeter. Deathly still, just like Sage was. 

Finally, a cursor appeared in the textbox, and a line of text scrolled across. "This unit does not identify as male."

"Hmph. To be expected. You are a robot, after all. Makes sense that you don't have an experience of gender." Ivo replied. "Is that all?"

Metal Sonic flinched. 

Sage landed in front of him(?) and pantomimed putting her hands on his(?) shoulders, before turning to face Ivo again. 

"That is not quite what Metal Sonic intended." She said quickly. She then glanced over her shoulder to the text box, but nothing appeared on it.

"Hold on," Ivo knelt down, "I may have been too hasty with my assertion. Continue your thought.”

Neither hologram nor robot moved. Damn it all- Ivo was already terrible at reading nonverbal cues, and when his own kids could simply lock their joints in place or freeze their animations, it was all the more difficult. The only indication that either of them were still online was the steadily growing hum of Metal's cooling fans, which were designed to increase in RPM during combat scenarios. 

"You know I don't give a care in the world about what pronouns my creations choose for themselves, right?" Ivo tried his best to give a paternal smile. 

(He really should've practiced more in the mirror.)

"You don't?" Sage asked.

"Of course! Why would I?"

"You had previously stated that Metal Sonic's purpose was initially for imitatio-"

"Who gives a rip about that? I certainly don't. Not anymore. You yourself pointed out how that doesn't matter. Now move aside," he waved Sage out of the way of her brother(?). 

Sage did as he asked. But Metal Sonic still did not react. His(?) irises did not even flicker.

"C'mere." Ivo held out his arms.

Metal came a single step closer, still hovering outside of his reach. He almost opened his mouth again, almost raised his voice and demanded that Metal follow the implicit order to come receive the physical comfort he was trying to give to solve this mess of a situation, but he didn't. 

Ivo remembered that as a child he was forced to hug his relatives at various family functions, and that said hugs had felt like sandpaper prisons. Metal Sonic was different- he(?) wasn't organic, wasn't human, and wouldn't feel the sensation of his(?) skin crawling at the unwanted touch -but maybe he(?) experienced something similar that remained unvoiced. 

The thought was strange. But Ivo lowered his arms anyway. "Alright, or not. That's fine as well."

Metal clasped his(?) hands together, but the text screen remained empty.

"What pronouns would you like to be referred to?" Ivo asked. 

The cursor flickered. Letter by letter, an answer appeared. "She/her."

"Lovely!" Ivo clapped his hands together. He then looked at Sage. "Sage, it sounds like you have an update to make to the database. Leave Metal's development logs as they are, but correct the pronouns referring to her everywhere else." 

"Gladly." Sage smiled. 

At that, it was like Metal finally unthawed. He- no no no, she was a she, Ivo drilled into his thoughts, he was not going to bumble something as simple as this -She unlocked her joints, and her gaze wandered up to finally meet Ivo's gaze. 

"So, how would you like to modify your frame to better match your gender identity?" Ivo asked her. 

She glanced side to side, before upon the screen writing, "taking suggestions?"

"Yes?" Ivo raised an eyebrow. "I'm not a woman. I haven't got a clue what you might want. Suggest me ideas and I'll see what I can do."

"Will you accept blueprints?"

"I don't see why not! I review Sage's blueprint suggestions all the time." 

Metal walked to the computer. As Ivo turned to follow her, he saw a notification pop up on the screen. Opening it revealed in-depth plans for-

-a body that looked extremely similar to Neo Metal Sonic. 

Ivo cleared his throat to try and get more moisture into his mouth, which had suddenly gone dry. "Sage?"

"Yes, father?" Sage woke from her idle animation as she paused her update of the database.

"Do you see any. . . problems, with these designs?" He asked. 

Sage first turned to her sister. "You should have informed me that you were moving onto this stage." 

Metal's response to her did not appear on the text box. 

Sage flickered out of existence and reappeared to the left of the computer screen. "Father, know that I would not have allowed any of this if I thought Metal were to be a danger to you or the Empire." 

"Good. I expected as much." He replied, before looking back down to Metal. "Very well, if that’s what you want, I’ll get working on it." 

Sage brought Metal's textbox back alongside her just as Metal typed, "you will?"

"Did I stutter? Of course I will! It's a dashingly dreadful look and it matches with Sage's colors!" He replied. "Think of the fear it will instill in Sonic and his friends! Honestly, it's a terrifying design, it's a wonder I didn't come up with it myself. . ." 

"Thank you." Metal typed.

"Thank you, father." Ivo corrected with a smile. "I know I haven't always been good about that, but the past is in the past, right?"

"Affirmative, father." She repeated. 

"Good!" He clapped his hands together and grinned. "Now! Let's get to the workshop! I already know what synthetic material we should use for the skirt. Your design suggests kevlar, but you really should consider something less stiff and heavy to reduce drag!"

"Indeed," Sage added. "However, she is worried about the durability of the fabric-"

"What do you think my flight suit is made out of? We'll use the same fabric. Only the finest for my finest creations!"

Sage covered her mouth and giggled. Metal imitated the gesture, but surprised Ivo when her vocoder let out a series of high-pitched noises, a perfect little laugh. . . for a perfect little girl. 

"My girls." He said to himself. Although with the sensitivity of Metal's audial sensors and Sage's access to every high-performance camera on the Eggnet, that fact was debatable, so he said it louder. "My little girls." 

"My sister." Sage floated down to Metal's side. 

Metal brought her hands up to her muzzle and rocked side to side. Ivo swore that he could've seen Amy do a similar gesture, but that was irrelevant. It was a gesture of joy, a gesture that he didn't think Metal was even capable of before now. 

Just how long had she been hiding this for? Perhaps she was merely imitating Sage, but the deliberate inclusion of Amy’s data into her gestures made him hesitate to confirm that conclusion. And that thought threatened to bring up all sorts of feelings that he'd be much better off not thinking about. So, with a smile, he refocused on the task at hand. 

His eldest daughter needed a makeover, over all. 

[dumplingsjinson]

Hi! I don't know if you've done this already but will you do dialogue prompts for close friends who start having feelings for each other? Thanks!

List of “so like… I’ve got the feels for you. now what?” prompts 

“This song reminds me of you.” “…It’s a love song.” “Yeah, exactly.” 

“I think I might need to be hospitalised for possible heart abnormalities, or possibly cardiac arrest.” “What, why? Are you okay? You look okay—” “No, because my heart keeps beating the fuck out of my chest when I’m around you and I don’t know what kind of disease I’ve come down with and frankly, I’m really scared.” 

“You’re looking a lil’ different these days.” “Different how?” “I don’t know, I just… You look less shitty?” “…Wow. Thanks a bunch, that’s greatly appreciated.” “No, I didn’t mean it that way, damn it— I’m not the best with dishing out compliments.”

“Is it just me or are things a little awkward between us lately?” “What do you mean, nothing’s awkward between us. Like, at all! We’re, like, super cool buddies. What could be awkward about that?” “Everything about that was awkward.” 

“Is it weird that I’ve been wanting to hold your hand lately or…?”

“Someone’s been slipping notes into my locker and they’re so, so sweet and I wish I knew who has been doing this.” “Oh, yeah? That’s… That’s very nice of them.” “Their handwriting’s a little suspicious, though. Familiar, you know? They look kind of like yours.” “…Oh. Well, uh… That can’t be.”

“Who do you like?” “…You know them very well.” “Usually that’s not a very good sign but with you? That’s… That’s a great sign. Is it me?” 

“You asshole, you’ve stolen something of mine. What the hell? Who gave you the permission? The audacity.” “What did I steal?” “My heart, dumbass.” 

“You know, on second thoughts… I… We could be pretty good together, I think. I don’t know. I could be wrong. Or I could be so fucking right that we end up getting married and I whisk you away into the sunset and to our foreverland. The choice is yours.” 

“Okay, fuck, I’m not flirting for fun. This isn’t me being friendly, either. I’m flirting for real. I’m flirting to get cuffed. And frankly, I want to be cuffed by you.” “…Oh.”

[paintedkinzy-88]

(So sorry i feel like im spamkmg yoyr ask box but i just rotate this au around in my brain like microve)

So i was checking out the posts linked through your coi au master post, and this part:

Did this this cut more deep than Donnie intended? Like does Leo still think about this one line even months past? Like does he think, as hes going on his nightly falling/flying sesions how his brothers couldnt even think of leaving april behind but didn't hesitate to leave him behind

Meanwhile donnie and bros dont see it that that. They see leo as equal, even without wings, they never once thought of it as leaving him behind. Because hes their brother, theyd NEVER leave him behind.

But then that got me thinking... did they accidentally like ACTUALLY leave leo behind that first night donnie made his wings. Cause i can see donnie and the ither two being caught up in the joy of flying together for the first time, maybe going too fast for leo to keep up on the rooftops, cementing the idea in his head that his bros dont need him.

This is long winded lol i just got angst on my mind 😭

Spam me all you want!! I may not be able to promise I’ll get to every ask I ever receive, I just don’t have that time, but I CAN promise that I see, read, and overthink everything anyone sends me (ง’̀-‘́)ง So send away!!

As for your question: Absolutely, yes, that moment struck Leo down to his core — but not like. Personally. He knows Donnie didn’t mean it like that! Realistically, he understands that his brothers/sister care just as much about him as he does about them. They’d never purposefully leave him behind!! At the end of the day, he trusts that, should he ever get seriously knocked down, his family would turn right back around to help him get back up.

But he still has a MAJOR barrier that he sees between them. One that Donnie AND April are now able to literally fly over. And now that he’s outnumbered, that wall feels even higher than before. He’s not alone, not ever, but it certainly feels like it sometimes…

And all of that is exactly why he doesn’t want to say anything. He not only feels a little silly to have this impossible dream in the first place (his hoard is literally birds and butterflies and shit, that’s so weird and pathetic, isn’t it???), but he doesn’t WANT them to worry about him. He doesn’t want them to turn tail and come back just to make sure he’s keeping up with them. He can’t hold them back like that!

It’s better to pretend he’s on the same level, train himself into the ground (even literally if that’s what it takes) to prove he’s on the same level, make them focus on his stellar swimming skills that are (to them) on par to their flying, than for them to ever realize that all he’ll ever do is look up at them from below.

Also, yes, after Dee made his first fully functioning flight pack, they all went on a quick flight around the city. April was the one to suggest they move it to the ocean so Leo could at least keep up with them and cheer them on…

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

hiya, would just like to let you know that there is at least one person not sick of hearing about Johnny and Ponyboy working a crappy minimum wage job (it's me I'm that person lmao). also it's making me imagine what they would be like working at a grocery store aka the crappy minimum wage job I had at 17/18

YOU!! ily <3 as a treat for bein absolutely delightful I offer ya a lil snippet I RAN home from work to crank out

"Man, that guy in number three is a tool." Pony hops the curb in one smooth, practiced motion. Johnny sighs, hands him his empty tray in exchange for grabbin' Pony's forearms so they can brace their skates together.

His eyes wander absently until they fall on the beaten, busted up lil Stingray that makes him cringe. Damn, mistreatin a tuff lil car like that should be illegal. "Aw hell, yeah I know that guy. He's always got an attitude problem."

Pony wiggles his skates against Johnny's so the both roll a bit along the cracked cement, scowls down at the ground. "Fuckin hollered at me 'cause the kitchen forgot his fries. Again."

Johnny bristles, tossin his hair out his eyes to glare in the general direction on the kitchen. "Man, he shouldn't get a pass on that. Ya want me to handle it?" He'd taken a lot of shit on the job. Waitin' often meant more then anyone's fair share of gettin bitched at for shit you couldn't control one bit. It didn't bug him most time. Or he wouldn't let on that it did. But he'd fly off the fuckin handle for Pony any time. God, he was just a kid. People could be right assholes.

"Aw, don't worry 'bout it man. Y'know. Fuck the job." He lifts one shoulder, lets it fall. Fuck the job was the mantra. Fuck the job who cares. Fuck that guy don't worry 'bout it. Fuck the manger were off in an hour anyhow. Maybe it wasn't the best copin' skill but it sure worked for them.

Johnny's got the sudden urge to rib him a bit about how hard he'd begged Darry to let him get a job in the first place, but he swallows it. Pony heard enough of it from the rest of 'em 'n God knew Dar brought it up every time Pone set his mind to complainin'. He didn't mean it to be nasty or nothin' but it was a sure-fire way to get straight under Pony's skin. Hell, no matter how old 'n grown Darry got to be part of him would probably always be holdin' told ya I was right over his kid brother's head.

So instead, he pushes Pony's arms so he rolls backward 'n then pulls him back. "You oughta comp him a shake 'n then dump the whole thing all over his upholstery." Pony cracks a sharp 'n malicious grin 'n they both laugh. Another copin' skill. Talkin' extensively 'bout all the shit they could never in a million years do.

"Aw, I bet he wouldn't even be able to tell. What with the way he's fucked up that beater already."

[johnslittlespoon]

Only You Can Cool My Desire

[WC: 6K | Gale Cleven/John Egan, Tough And Sweet AU, Summer, Heatwaves, Ice Play, Blow Jobs, Light Dom/Sub, Teasing, Orgasm Delay]

“Gale,” John gets out, wriggling where he’s trapped beneath Gale’s arms. “I’m cooled down, please, can you–”

His plea breaks off into a curse when Gale lets the ice cube in his palm slide onto John’s stomach, watching as it settles in the dip of his belly button, John’s skin so fever–hot that Gale can immediately see the smallest pool of water beginning to form.

“You’ve been whining about being hot all week,” Gale says, pressing his lips to John’s thigh, feeling the muscle twitch at his touch. “I’m just helpin’ you out.”

[AO3 LINK]

[yayasvalveplay]

https://www.tumblr.com/yayasvalveplay/782301378042265600/i-need-someone-getting-choaked-on-their-lovers?source=share

I tripped and ended up writing this. Enjoy.

Swerve had theories about what Shockwave’s spike tasted like. Not that he’d ever admit to thinking about it—okay, maybe he’d admit it once (or twelve times) after a few too many engex shots. But now, with Shockwave’s massive, throbbing length pressing against the back of his throat, he realized something critical. He couldn’t taste a damn thing. The sheer girth of it left no room for subtlety. Swerve’s optics watered as he struggled to take more, his valve clenching around nothing, aching for attention. Shockwave’s servo gripped the back of his helm, guiding him with that infuriating, calculated precision. "Your oral cavity is insufficient for optimal interface," Shockwave observed, as if this wasn’t already obvious. Swerve gagged, pulling back just enough to gasp. "Y’know—hah—most mechs would take that as a challenge." A pulse of transfluid hit his glossa. Then another. And another. Swerve’s optics brightened. Finally. He swallowed greedily, only to— Nothing. He knew he’d just drunk a frankly obscene amount of transfluid, but his taste receptors registered zip. Like drinking filtered coolant. "Are you kidding me?!" Swerve sputtered, wiping his mouth. "I can’t even—ugh—taste it? What’s the point?" Shockwave’s single optic gleamed. "An oversight. However, Warframes possess a near-limitless reservoir of transfluid. You may continue your attempts until your sensory processors detect flavor." Swerve’s valve pulsed. "…You’re evil," he muttered, before diving back in. And Shockwave? Well. He was a scientist. Experimentation was mandatory.

I am just shocked waking up to this. THANK YOU!!!!

Though the funniest part about the original post was I was thinking he had it all the way down his throat so it was just depositing directly into his fuel tank. Which is why he was disappointed he couldn't tate it.

But this is also funny. Thank you for making it.

[walkingstackofbooks]

for your kissing ask game, if you're willing to do platonic kisses as well - platonic kira & julian, either 14 or 37!

and i hope i am remembering the right numbers lmao. uh it should be "casually" or "without a motive"

You caught me at just the right time to make me think about this - it's only a short little thing, but I hope it satisfies!

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Julian was the first one to find it. "I've got it!" he hissed, causing Kira to shoot out of her seat and stalk over to him. As she bent over to examine his computer, Julian could feel her breath against his ear.

"Here," he said, pointing to the screen. "That's what you wanted, wasn't it?"

For a few seconds, she studied it, making no reply, but then her grip on his shoulder tightened, and she turned to him. "Julian, you're a genius!"

"Well I know that," he chuckled. The kiss she'd just pressed to his temple was swiftly replaced by a light cuff to the back of his head. "Hey!"

She laughed, eyes gleaming, already moving eagerly back towards the door. "Send the details to my PADD," she called as she crossed the threshold. "And thank you!"

[heavyironsbasement]

Heyo, Anon here. What exactly do you think of the other Card bots on your team? (Specially the ones who joined here with you) hmm?

"The other Metal Cardbots? If you're asking for my opinion, there is not much I can say about them... I have not had the proper time to interact.”

Heavy Iron responded… well. It was more like he hesitated to interact with the other Metal Cardbots.

“- So I shall speak of some off battlefield impressions and current observations.”

“Let us start with those who are on this app with me.”

“Blue Cop is an intelligent and skilled Metal Cardbot. He has skills worthy of his status as a Star Guardian. I’ve fought cardbots that were under par with him before.” ( @blue-policerobot )

Heavy iron sighed, softly.

“Though, Earth has softened him.”

He paused.

“As of late in fact, I would notice him returning during the dead of night. Critically injured and often beelining the second he returns towards Mega Ambler’s medical bay.”

He paused again.

“I am unsure if Mega Ambler confronted him about that yet.”

“Speaking of him. Mega Ambler is a good doctor, despite his... lack of a license..." ( @unlicensedmedicalcardbot )

Heavy Iron honestly wondered if it was even safe to trust Mega Ambler's medical procedures besides the occasional Healing Pulse. He was particularly worried in the future for when any of them would require surgury. That was not a fun thing to envision at all...

"I only trust him with Recycle Shot and Healing pulse. Outside combat... my self recovering function is enough to bring me to my prime, with enough available energy."

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“Shadow X, however. Is a BRAT.” ( @shadowx-ishere1 )

Heavy Iron hissed out, pure unbridled spite laced his tone. He did not had a bright opinion on that kid.

“You have no clue how many times we have fallen victim to that child’s stupid pranks… not too long ago, Buster Gallon came complaining to me while covered in glitter. While amusing, you could not but help feel a little bit of sympathy for him. Glitter is rather difficult to clean out after all.”

“Mega Trucker tends to blast his music a lot, it was enjoyable at first. But overtime, it eventually grows into a bad helmache.” ( @thelatinodancerbot )

“The others tell him to keep it down before I could intervene myself.”

“Buster Gallon is sharp, though he is a bit of a trickster. Regardless, he has a good helm on his shoulders. He understands what tasks need to be completed and carry’s them out with efficiency before retreating to his workshop.” ( @bustergall0n )

“Asides from the rare interaction. We do not talk much. The little ones, the Mini Gallons. I find myself somewhat fond of them”

He scoffed slightly with amusement. They were endearing. They reminded him of-

“Fleta Z, I’ve found from experience that he is quite the formidable sniper. Recently I discovered from passing conversation that he was formerly The Hunter Of The Wilderness.” ( @gracefulbountyhunter )

Looking away, he admits.

“I’ve had my encounters with him in the past back on Machnia. I never would have guessed a gentleman such as him was so deadly.”

“But it fits him.”

With a small but weary chuckle, he contiuned.

“Black Hook.” ( @capta1nstreasure )

“…”

“I have very colourful language I can and will not hesitate to use to address him.”

He responded, turning to the side to glance at Black Hook, his optics narrowing subtly, before turning away to look back at Anon.

“Though I am guaranteed to get banned if I say it here.”

He was about to move on, before he added.

“We only tolerate each other thanks to the influence of Jun and the Metal Breath.”

“Then there is Dexter to consider. Dexter has recently joined us on Tumblr not too long ago.”

“He’s… strangely unique. Those tiny earth mammals you humans refer to as cats, flock to him like a herd. I avoid him often, lest there be an accident where I do not mind my step.” ( @k1ttykatwhisperer )

“Let us move onto those not on Tumblr, shall we?”

He said, already thinking about what he could say about the others.

“Wild Guardy is a Metal Cardbot who had a lot of potential. I gathered that he wanted to become a Star Guardian who surpassed Blue Cop. Based on the fight before my sealing… If Machnia had not exploded. He could very well have had a successful career.”

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"Phoenix Fire has pyrophobia despite being designed for firefighting. It is very ironic, though I find it convenient that his reaction time is superb when it comes to extinguishing fires."

"I would have burned the warehouse down already if it was not for him."

Happily, he flashed back to the first day he spent at Edo’s repair garage.

“Hahaha! Good times, very good times.”

“Buffalo Crush however… is… special. There is not much I can say about him at the moment. I never had the proper opportunity to observe him.

Pausing, he mulled over the list of Cardbots. Did he get them all…? He thinks he did. Nodding once to himself in satisfaction, he turned back to the anon.

“I do realize there are the other Metal Cardbots from beyond Motown at present. But I have not met them yet to form a proper opinion.”

“That concludes this question.”

“Although, I apologize it took so long to respond. I shall reply to the other ask’s momentarily.”

[stealingpotatoes]

Hi, love your posts. Is the last 4 jedi a fic on A03? If so, could you send me the link or your username? I totally want to read it!

ok 1. nope just comics and 2. this isn't directed at you bc you've asked very nicely and politely, but I still wanna address this: I get a lot of comments on comics like "i need a fic of this op" or "someone write this!!" -- and i understand it totally on small hc comics, but on bigger comics it just feels rlly dismissive lol. like why do ppl want me to write a fic abt smthn, there is a comic telling the story right there!!!!

ig i'm just tryna say it'd be nice if everyone accepted comics as a valid form of storytelling and didn't see them as inherently subpar to fics?

[gleepatrol]

Wild to be finishing cometcare and seeing certain usernames in the asks. you either die a hero or live long enough to become the villain....

[sir-fenris]

throwing a single marshmallow at wilson fr

We're finally back :D

It's been a while, but thank you for the ask <3 this is a little shorter than usual, but I hope you enjoy it.

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(Curse of Withering masterpost)

Wilson has a gun pointed in your direction before the marshmallow touches the ground. The first few seconds go by in a heavy silence before he frowns at the marshmallow.

Huh.

Maybe there really is someone throwing marshmallows around... he has to recalculate the wither's punishment for contrabanding forbidden food. It might have told the truth about not being the one to get the marshmallow.

And the security in this place needs to get better.

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(Cyrus getting hit by a marshmallow)

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[snail-migraine]

I've seen your yandere dad Malleus, specifically where MC hallucinates their own family. I want to make it worse, :D.

Imagine, Malleus found a way to remove the hallucination, with lil to no reprucsussion physically. But, mentally it broke MC, since her "family" is gone and the demon (Malleus), stole her real family. And they started from a range to self harm, delete the self from the living plane, to be a vegetable, or to attempt to harm Malleus (with no success). Like, the removal of her imaginary family broke MC. And the only way for her to be back to normal, is to return her real family. And Malleus is just in pain.

Hello everyone!

Thought I'd drop in and mention that while I am willing to take requests, can we please stop harping on Platonic Yandere Malleus? This isn't a twst blog or a malleus fan blog, it's a yandere blog. And while I personally love Malleus and appreciate all the attention he's helped me produce, I'm getting pretty tired of writing for Malleus all the time.

No hate to these askers at all, but there's a limit to how much of single charcter I can deal with before I get bored.

Also I just wanted to make it clear that I do have a rules list / stuff I will and won't write in my pinned post. Please look at that before you decide to request anything.

Anyway thank you for listening to me rant for a minute. And sorry to these askers if I upset you.

-Anon-Yan

[monoblue]

: )

Thank you , so much Blue . .

X )

I'm so happy , so proud you're doing this . I promise , I'll give him back . In a way . .

: )

Ha - Ha , you know . I used to be called an Animal whisperer quite often .

; )

People were so nice .

: )

I can't help but say , what you're doing is quite the selfless act , sacrificing yourself for this . . Cat .

: (

But at the same time . . Don't you think this was horrible from the start ? This poor , innocent cat is stuck with you . And where are you ? On a mountain , a mountain littered with the dead , with wild Pokemon bigger than this small , feeble little cat .

X (

Nobody has come up here to check on either of us , and you know that . What more can these silly voices do , other than give you a gift every now and then ? They're trying to keep you sane , away from reality . They're trying to keep us on this mountain .

: /

And we both know how horrible it is . The aching touch of snow . The crimson staining it , the wind screaming and whistling . .

: )

It's only right to spare this cat from such a fate , wouldn't you agree .

[ > Only a short " Yowl " and crunch were heard from the bushes and shrubs . ]

> MONOBLUE heard the sound and quickly went running to the sound. He saw blood in the snow, running over to it to make sure Red was ok, or the cat. He then saw the dead scottish fold... MONOBLUE had no words. He fell to his knees and held the cats body in his arms, his tears falling onto its paws. He held the cat close, sobbing into it's fur. He tried to convince himself it wasn't dead the best he could.

" No.. No it-.. It has to be... Alive.. "

> MONOBLUE looked at the limp body of the cat, holding it's paw gently in his hand. He moved his thumb over the paw in a way to comfort himself. His tears made it hard to see, he looked around for Red.

" Red..? Please be here still.. I.. Need to know if you saw what did this.. "

> MONOBLUE seemed to think it was a pokemon that caused this. He looked at the cats body, looking for any source of life. He didn't want to lose the thing he got so attached to, especially in a span of some hours. He didn't even have time to make any proper cat toys for it, which was what he was so happy about trying to do, even teaching it the things like sit were what he was going to do.

" ... "

> He stood up with the cat in his arms, walking around a bit to calm himself down.

" This.. can't be happening again.. Not again.. No more.. ... Please... "

> The cougar, weirdly enough named Celery, walked up to MB and laid down next to him. MONOBLUE sat down and pet it, his other arm holding the dead cat. Celery licked the dead cat...

" I wish I had more time to spend with Strawberry.. I.. ... "

> He stopped. He said nothing more afterwards.