#but yeah not bad for your first time drawing this kinda scene!!

[pixelatedraindrops]

NAH SPENCER I WAS HONESTLY WAITING FOR YOU TO PUT HIM THROUGH THE RINGER... >:D Yessss make him suffer mwahaha~!😈

And you did not disappoint! Dw this is very well done!! I’m loving that headache/fever combo and that super grumpy face. Also those pjs and socks are so good and wrapped in the blanket too, perfect~ >w<

"THIS TEA'S TOO HOT...!" Lmao. He'd be the worst to deal with being ill, I just KNOW it... Talk about an impatient patient heheh~

Also the little doodle of him at the bottom w you is precious <3

I'm so glad you joined in the fun! I hope you enjoyed putting him through it heheheh >:3c

Thank you for the eyecandy!! I really do enjoy this hehe~ 💜

@pixelatedraindrops hiii im late but happy bday pixel!!! now i know u dont like him much but.. figured maybe ud enjoy seeing him suffer... lol

[rafecameronssl4t]

Can I please get smth with rafe x thorton!reader where shes confronted by topper’s ex girlfriend or something bc she got cheated on

Ruined Heels || Rafe Cameron x Thorton!reader

A/n: kinda sorta dislike this but thank you for the request!!

Warnings: vomiting? swearing idk what else lmk

Word count: 952

MASTERLIST (rafe x thornton!reader au masterlist)

Divider by @yoonitos

mood board “You ain't never had the feds investigate you. You ain't never had the bad hoes wanna date you.”

Your heeled foot taps rhythmically on the polished wooden floor, perfectly in sync with the pounding beat of the music that fills the house, the bass reverberating through every room.

“And then she started a hissy fit like she always does,” Sarah says, rolling her eyes dramatically as she recounts Kiara’s latest outburst. Her voice carries a mix of exasperation and amusement, a combination that makes you snort with laughter. You tilt your head back, letting the cool liquid slide down your throat before setting the empty glass on the table beside you.

“Hey,” Rafe’s voice cuts through the chatter and music, drawing your attention. He strides over with a confident smirk, “Wanna go upstairs?” He asks, his fingers drumming lightly on your crossed knee, sending a shiver up your spine as you look up at him.

“Gross,” Sarah mutters under her breath, clearly unimpressed with Rafe’s suggestion. You glance at her, “Will you be okay?” you ask, concern lacing your voice as you prepare to stand. Rafe reaches out to help you, his hands gentle yet firm as they grasp your waist, pulling you to your feet. His fingers brush against your dress, tugging it back into place as it rides up slightly.

“Yeah, I think I saw Kaycee in the kitchen,” Sarah replies with a sigh, her expression softening as she gets up from the sofa. She gives you a reassuring nod, her eyes briefly meeting yours before she turns towards the kitchen.

You nod back as Rafe leads you away. His hand remains on the small of your back, as you both weave through the crowd to get to the stairs. Just as you’re about to step onto the first stair, a blonde girl suddenly grabs your arm, pulling you back with unexpected force.

“Excuse me?” you say, furrowing your brow at the girl, your confusion evident. Rafe pulls you protectively against him, his grip tightening as his anger flares. “What the hell is your problem?” he demands, his voice sharp and furious.

The girl stands before you, her appearance a stark contrast to her fury. Tears stream down her face, her hair a tangled mess, and her lipstick smeared across her chin. Her hands tremble as she points a finger accusingly at you. “Your brother is the biggest fucking douche I’ve ever met!” she shouts, her voice cracking with emotion.

You and Rafe exchange incredulous glances, both stunned by her outburst. The disbelief in your eyes mirrors Rafe’s as you struggle to process the situation. “I’m sorry, who exactly are you?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. She scoffs, “Caroline, your brother’s girlfriend! Or ex-girlfriend now, since he just dumped me for someone else!” she yells furiously.

You never supported your brother’s behavior of sleeping around and breaking up with girls left and right, but practically everyone on the island knew what kind of person he was. Topper was notorious for his inability to maintain a relationship for any length of time.

“What’s that got to do with me?” you ask, shrugging nonchalantly as her eye twitches in frustration. Rafe stands behind you, his hand resting on your hip, watching the scene unfold with amusement. “He’s—” Caroline begins, her voice rising in anger, but you cut her off sharply, “You knew what kind of guy my brother was, so why did you even bother?”

Caroline stands there in silence, her eyes darting around as the partygoers watch. She takes a hesitant step forward, and you raise an eyebrow, curious about her next move. Suddenly, her face contorts with a pained expression. She brings the back of her hand to her mouth, but it’s too late. She bends over, vomiting on the floor, causing a collective gasp from the crowd.

“Oh my god,” you mutter, stepping back quickly to avoid the spreading mess. Rafe, standing behind you, looks like he’s about to gag, his hand covering his mouth. You instinctively reach out and pat Caroline’s back, offering what little comfort you can as she remains hunched over.

“What’s going on here?” Topper’s voice booms as he pushes through the crowd. He reaches you, his eyes scanning the scene before landing on Caroline. He sighs loudly, fingers pressing into his temples as if to ward off a headache. “Shit,” he mutters under his breath.

Caroline slowly lifts her head, her eyes meeting Topper’s with a mix of anger and embarrassment. Without warning, she swats your hand away, straightens up, and runs off, disappearing into the crowd of partygoers. The crowd parts for her, whispering amongst themselves, while you and Rafe exchange a bewildered glance.

Topper stands there, rubbing his forehead, clearly frustrated. “Great, just great,” he mumbles. “Did you really have to break it off tonight?” You mutter, giving your brother an annoyed look as he rolls his eyes “Oh, I’m sorry, Princess. Did she ruin your shoes or something?” Topper lifts his hands up in mock surrender, his tone sarcastic. “Get fucked, Topper,” You scoff, “let’s go,” You pull Rafe with you.

"Good to see you, Top," Rafe pats his shoulder, a smile gracing his lips before he lets you walk him upstairs (walk him like a dog sis).

[noobsoconfusing]

‘fill the void’_ hamzahthefantastic

summary: hamzah has been busy with the channel and misses you so much, so when you finally have time together, you kinda make it up to him.

warning: sub!hamzah, guided masturbation, lowkey cum eating, kinda gross, fluff and praise.

>_<

hamzah’s right leg bounces up and down in a desperate manner, erratic and anxious.

brown eyes shaky and glossy as he anticipates your company, your mere existence next to his. he bites his lip hard enough to wince but not that hard to draw blood.

as the elevator is taking way too long for his liking, he rolls his eyes and practically sprints up the stairs.

bad idea, oh god. –he thinks to himself, slowing down his pace as he gets to the third floor. two more floors to reach your shared flat.

the anticipation grows inside his belly, excitement even, to finally see you after such a long day. fuck, he misses you. badly. so badly.

as he fumbles with the keys, a groan escapes his lips when his hands start shaking. open, open, please just open. he mentally begs.

fucking finally, the door opens and hamzah shuts it closed as he enters, looking for you desperately, like a lost puppy looking for its owner.

“y/n! i am home!” he announces.

red and blue quickly make their way out of their shared bed, snuggling up onto hamzah’s legs, showing how much they missed their cat dad. no response from you, whatsoever.

“hey little guys, where’s mom, huh?” knowing he wont get an answer back, hamzah pets his cats and continues looking for you.

as he gets into your shared room, he sighs in relief. there you are.

though you can’t see him, as you quickly type something on the keyboard, sitting on the desk that faces the wall. you’re wearing his headphones, and he then thinks you might be doing college work or just being functional.

he sneaks behind you, and pauses for a moment. waiting to see if you can feel his presence. but as you’re too carried away by whatever the fuck you’re doing, you don’t.

“woah!” you whine when hamzah snatches the headphones off your head. quickly, you turn around on the chair to face your boyfriend. a big smile forms on your face. “hello!” you say.

hamzah pouts, “thought you weren’t home.” he says, pulling your body effortlessly off the chair so you can stand in front of him. “i missed you so fuckin’ much you have no idea.” he admitted

“hey, i missed you too.” you murmur as his body melts with yours in a tight hug.

you can feel how he inhales your scent, his hands slide to your waist too, gripping so hard you think it might bruise. he groans into the hug, a desperate sound erupting from his throat. and then you know whats up.

“you okay, love?” you ask, trying to pull away to face him but he grips tighter, audibly protesting for you to just stay there with him.

“need you. that’s all.” his voice sounds soft, still low and deep per usual. but you get to hear the smallness of his words, the warm sound of need.

“it’s fine, need you too…” you quietly admit, not breaking the hug still.

and the scene is just weird. how you two stand in the middle of the room, embracing each other and balancing as you try not to lose yourself and fall on the floor from how hard he hugs you

“bed, please?” he asks after a moment.

you nod. “yeah, bed.”

for the first time, he breaks the hug but only to quickly get rid of his shoes, he takes off the beanie he was wearing and pulls your hand so you can lay on the bed with him.

“you’re very warm, you feel good?” you ask, a tone of worry sliding out of your question.

his cheeks are flushed and eyes teary, he looks so stupidly good though, something about his needy image invites you, attracts you even more.

“i feel good now that i’m with you.” hamzah holds your hand in his, bringing it up to his face and just keeping it there.

“love you so much, yeah?” you say, caressing his features and letting him lean into your touch.

cozy. very cozy.

“get closer, please.” he pleaded, and when you didn’t move as fast as he would’ve liked, he took matters into his own hands. his hands gripped your hips, pulling them towards his own body, the space between you both nonexistent.

he kissed your neck desperately, hungrily, almost like he was starving.

“so fuckin’ pretty, ma.” he breathed out, a whine catching up inside your throat. that pet name always made you fuzzy inside.

“are you sure you’re okay, hamzah?” you were worried by how he was behaving. not worried in a bad manner, but surprised.

it seemed that now, the words had vanished from his brain, he acted completely out of impulse.

“mmhm, yeah.” he shifted on the bed, placing his leg over yours. “just… really fuckin’ need you right now… always do.” he kissed your shoulder and you shivered at the feeling of his lips on your body.

each time felt like the first time.

“tell me, hamzah.” your voice came out like a whisper, but it was fine.

his eyes opened and stared at you, the vague lighting of the room felt almost painful as it hit his sight.

“what?” big hazy eyes penetrating your figure, he almost wanted to swallow your image, engrave it onto his brain.

you gulped. closeness feeling way too intense now. you liked it.

“tell me what you need me to do.” he groaned at your words, licking his lips almost instinctively.

he was nervous all of sudden.

“i- i don’t know.” hamzah felt so small, so braindead.

every single time he was with you, he felt as if some switch inside his brain turned off, leaving you all the thinking work.

“i think you do know, yeah.” your hand traveled to his cheek, all the way down to his neck, and you let it rest there.

you felt him swallow, his adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

“can you- uh, …please?” so fucked, that’s how he felt. you had barely done anything more than just exist, and yet he was fucked. how pathetic.

“hey, hey, words.” you tighten the grip on his neck, not enough to choke, just enough to feel his blood flowing through the veins.

he whined just so beautifully.

“y/n… p-please…” his lower lip trembled and you knew what he wanted. still, you waited for him to tell you. “can i kiss you?” please please say yes.

a smile appeared on your face and you nodded slowly. so tempting.

“sure.” finally, you thought.

he wasted no time, cupping your face with his big hands, and getting to taste your lips after what felt like ages.

oh how soft, how delicate. he melted right then and there, some part of his mind became mush, and all he could do was keep kissing you, it was messy, so desperate.

however, you started feeling needy too. a feeling so complex to understand. a feeling only hamzah could fill.

like an emptiness inside that you knew only he could fill up.

hamzah’s tongue pressed between your lips and you parted them, allowing him in. you couldn’t help but giggle at the feeling, at how he was practically desperately grinding his hips onto you without shame.

this man, you swore, couldn’t kiss you without getting his dick hard, and that was just the effect you had on him.

“oww, f-fuck, ‘s good” he breathed out, a whine almost. “you’re so pretty, i could eat you.” he said, his hands moved up and down your torso, feeling you up in such a hungry manner.

“damn…” you said quite surprised at his words.

as you were starting to feel not enough contact, you shifted on the bed, breaking the kiss for a moment, hamzah’s eyes stared at you worried, afraid he might’ve done something you didn’t like.

“wha-?”

“hold on, don’t be desperate.” you giggled, kindly pushing hamzah back on the pillows and straddling him.

“can’t help it, sorry…”

he groaned when you sat on his lap, your body perfectly pressing his.

“love you so much, y’know that? love every single thing about you, pretty boy.” your hands found support on his shoulders, he enjoyed this position so much, he got to see your face and at the same time found a nice good friction.

“god i love you, i love you, love you so m-much.” his hands gripped your hips once again, and he thrusted up to feel you. the hardness inside his sweats was painful, and only you could help him out with it. he closed his eyes when you grinded down too, your core pressing with him oh so perfectly.

“open.” you said, soft voice made him melt.

hamzah opened his mouth, eyes closed still, his cheeks so red and tongue wetting his lower lip.

you shook your head with a smile, letting an airy laugh slip past your lips. god he was so fucking cute like this.

“your eyes, silly, i meant open your eyes.”

“oh…” he giggled nervously, a new side of him you didn’t quite know about he had just showed. “sorry, baby…” he pulled up to kiss your lips once again, a peck this time.

“it’s okay, you’re pretty.”

fuck, hamzah could dry hump you for eternity. his hips were kinda tired, he wanted you to do the work for him, however, he couldn’t let you, he didn’t wanna be a bother. though, he wasn’t.

“wanna make you cum..” you said breaking the comfortable silence. not very much of a silence, since his moans would constantly be adorning the space surrounding you.

“j-just… do it- please, please i’ll do anything, i promise…” hamzah pleaded once again. it was weird. so cute though, you loved when he did that. that thing with his eyes, the lust, the love.

his hips began to stutter, was he close from just humping?

“gonna take these off, okay?” you said, asking for an already given permission.

he nodded so fucking fast you thought his head was gonna fall off his neck.

hamzah admired your actions, how you got off his lap to pull his sweats off, and he just let you do it. he felt like putty, like something maleable for you to play with. he liked feeling that way.

“pretty. very pretty.” you praised his bulge, taking your time to take his briefs off. almost like you wanted to tease him.

“s-stop…” he felt nervous. even if you had seen him plenty of times, still got nervous when you praised him.

“want me to stop?” you asked, attentively. your eyes scanned his figure, looking for any discomfort. you found any.

“no! no! please j-just keep going!” you took that as a cue to start. “fuck!” a high pitched moan left his soul.

his eyes rolled back when your flat hand placed over his clothed boner, and an idea popped into your head.

“do it yourself.” you bluntly said.

his eyes opened wide, looking worried and confused. he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out.

“i want you to do it, hamzah. please yourself, come on.” you explained better.

“b-but…”

“shh, i know you can do it, yeah? you’re such a good boy, aren’t you? so pretty for me, so sweet, so obedient… c’mon.”

he groaned again, his cock twitching inside his briefs as you praised him once again. he nodded slowly, feeling dizzy all of sudden.

shaky hands took over, hamzah slipped his dick out of his underwear and shakily touched the leaking tip. fuck, he felt so stupid, almost like all his self-pleasing knowledge had been forgotten all of sudden.

“mmhmm, shit..” he cursed under his breath when it twitched again, leaking this ridiculous amount of precum just at the thought of you watching him jerk off.

he could feel your sight on him, so expectant.

“go ahead, love.” you encouraged him, sitting closer to him, your hand on his thigh. he shivered at the touch.

“o-okay, gonna start now..” he felt as if he needed your permission, which you had given him already.

his hand wrapped around his shaft, it felt slippery and wet from all the stimulation that kissing and humping you had given him. he moaned, satisfied. his thumb circled around the head, sliding easily, and then, when his hand tightened, he stroked all the way down.

“oh god, god, oh f-fuck, y/n?” it felt so surreal. he had jerked off infinite times before this, why was he so fucking sensitive now?

your hand caressed his thigh. “yeah?”

“n-nothing.”

“keep going, you’re doing very good.” you moved closer to kiss his temple, lovingly and gently.

hamzah stroked up, and then down again. he was going at a very steady pace, trying his best not to cum quickly, since he wanted you to know how much he could handle.

not much.

“gonna tell me what has you so needy?” you asked all of sudden. and then, hamzah thought it was rather interesting to have a conversation while he was pounding it.

“uh…i- i think it’s just w-work,” he managed to reply. “been away all week..” he added after a groan, slowing down his movements.

“don’t stop.” you warned, moving your hand to engulf his own, as you helped him jerk off, steadying his shaky moves. “missed me, huh?”

“fuck yeah, a lot.” mhmm. “missed y-your voice a-and you… and your touch and, and this…” his eyebrows knitted together, he opened his mouth to moan but it was silent when you made his hand stop. “p-please, keep going…” he begged.

“you do it, love.” you said, letting his own hand move and the other hand gripped the sheets so hard you thought he was gonna rip them apart.

the wet sounds of hamzah’s skin, the lewd sounds of his hand sliding up and down his dick filled the room. it made you unbelievably worked up seeing him so desperate. it was very pretty.

he was starting to jerk off quicker, the speed alarming you. short moans came out of his throat, curses too.

“ah, ah, ah- shit! wanna cum… gonna-, c-can i?” his movements erratic and inconsistent, the glistening clear fluid coating his hand entirely from how messy he had been.

he had been so good, waiting all week for you. even if he was away filming and you were busy with college. he had been patient and waited until you both could get intimate. so good.

“cum, hamzah, be good for me, okay?” you squeezed his thigh again, giving him reassurance.

he moaned loudly, his breathing stopped, it caught up on his throat.

“wanna fill you up, god, wanna fill you up so bad, s-so bad..” he rambled slurring his words.

inside his mind, the image of him filling you up with his warm cum. it always helped him reach a decent, more than good orgasm.

your thighs pressed together and your eyes widen at his words. you bit your lower lip, anticipating his release. a small, needy whine escaped from your lips.

hamzah’s free hand looked blindly for yours, awaiting to hold onto something while he let himself go. you linked your hands and he then, only felt like he could cum.

“o-oh fuck! y/n, y/n!” there we go, his low voice carried out a cry, so pathetic. he kept stroking, wanting to let out all the built up cum he had been accumulating all damn week. “owww…” he sobbed.

hamzah’s shaky hands let go of his shaft and he opened his eyes slowly. he looked down at the mess he had made. a puddle of cum settled on his tummy, part of the sheets and his hands.

you giggled, snapping him out of his trance. hamzah looked at you with droopy eyes, tired and sleepy. he smiled lazily. silently thanking you for everything you did for him.

“y/n, i love you.” he said after a while of just trying to catch his breath.

you took his hand, the one that had cum all over, and held it up. he looked at you anticipating, those big brown eyes staring directly at your soul.

then, you did it. you licked his fingers, tasting him in your mouth. his eyes widened, the sight of you practically eating his cum made him warm all over. the knot inside his tummy started to tighten once again.

“oww… you’re gross.” he playfully said scrunching up his nose. blatantly lying. he found it hot.

“nah, you are gross, look at this mess!” you pointed at the messy sheets. hamzah rolled his eyes and sighed, tired.

“your fault.” he giggled.

kinda your fault for how fucking adorable you were. your fault for making hamzah so stupidly horny. your fault for making him love you so much.

“need to clean you up, though.” you were going to get up and look for wipes but he held your hand, dragging you back in the bed with him.

“stay with me.” he said, looking at you with those eyes he knew you loved. persuading you into just laying there. next to him.

you couldn’t say no to him, not ever. so you gave in. you threw yourself on the pillows and held his hand. your breathing synced with hamzah’s.

realisation hit you then. you leaned up to peek and held a laugh when you saw the image in front of you. hamzah’s hand gripped yours as he felt you moving. you blinked.

“your dick is still out.”

post nut clarity hit hamzah too, however he was too calm and comfy to do anything about it.

“yeah, i know..”

“okay.” you smiled, leaning your head on his shoulder. he leaned his on yours too, “i love you”

“mhmm, love ya’ so fuckin’ much too, ma, so much, you don’t even imagine…” hamzah snuggled closer to you, the warmth comfiness of your body next to his calmed his nerves.

comfortable silence filled the room, as your tender love filled the void.

>_<

sorry this took so long and sorry this sucks but i smoked some weed and kinda just vomited words and this came out bye

[overbaked-tkls]

this is the last fic i have stockpiled so. if yall like my writing feel free to put suggestions on this post or send an ask :) otherwise I'll be getting back to making some drawings for my main

(this is a sfw tickle fic! if you don't like it don't read it)

“Maybe your memory is just failing you…"

words: 2,346

ler!guest1337, lee!elliot (relationship is ambiguous cuz i kinda fw pizzapnch (pls don't jump me)

summary: elliot doubts his usefulness, guest makes him list all of his contributions to the team.

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1337 was very admirable. Always running into danger for others, helping the team whenever possible. Taking hits, so others could get away. Things that Elliot could never do. He was so weak, compared to him. Three or so hits could take him from being perfectly fine to, well. Back in the cabin, let’s say. Guest? He could tank five or six before getting concerned . As much as Elliot did end up running beside danger just to toss a pizza, he felt it wasn’t anywhere near the courage Guest had. No matter how much people thanked him for a heal, he still felt cowardly every time he had to run from a scene. On top of that, sometimes he missed his throws. His aim was terrible , more often than not. 

In the round they just went through, him missing his throw resulted in Guest dying. If he had just been a little more accurate, he would have survived. It was his fault, he should’ve-

“Yooo, Elliot. You gonna get up from the table, orr?” The avian swordsman waved a hand in front of Elliot, a reminder that yes, he did in fact still exist, and yes, he had zoned out at the table. 

Again.

Elliot cleared his throat, standing up. “Oh- yeah.. Whoops.” The delivery boy rubbed the back of his head, adjusting his ponytail.

“Great round by the way. Super close that time, yeah?” Shedletsky suggested, snacking on a fried chicken leg.

“Yeah.. super close ..” Elliot winced, looking away.

Shed raised an eyebrow, but didn’t question it. “Well, it should’ve been the last one of the day. Rest up, yeah?” He punched Elliot’s shoulder lightly, before walking off.

Elliot had to apologize to 1337. Guilt gnawed at him like the poison 1x killed Guest with. Elliot was often the first one to die in many rounds– him and Noob. He’d seen how everyone acted when they rematerialized in the cabin- their reactions to dying ranging from overcoming, paralyzing fear, to just disgruntled. The war veteran, as Elliot had seen, would usually either stay in the main room to greet people as they died, or go outside. Given 1337 wasn’t anywhere to be seen inside, Elliot assumed the latter. Passing behind the other survivors which had already settled in various places, the visor-equipped support quietly went out the front door.

1337 was leaning on the porch railing, thankfully unoccupied. Elliot wouldn’t want to bother Guest. Not after all that…

“Ay, Ellie.” Guest had heard him come outside. “How are you? Did the rest of the round go well?”

He was so.. Casual. Well. As casual as a veteran can be, that is. What really confused Elliot is how every time 1337 died, he never seemed to be too bothered.

“Um. I’m alright.” Mediocre. “The round went.. Okay, after you, y’know. It was a little more difficult without you there.” I’m sorry.

“Hey.. doesn’t sound too bad!” Guest commented, smiling.

Elliot always felt a certain way every time he saw Guest’s smile. It inspired him, and made him wonder how someone could be so confident, yet so encouraging.

“Yeah, not too bad.” Elliot echoed, humming. He walked over to be beside the other.

There was silence for a few moments. Guest waited for Elliot to speak, assuming there was a reason he had come out here in the first place.

 “... I’m sorry.” The pizza boy finally stated, putting his face in his hands as he also leaned against the railing.

Guest raised an eyebrow, turning his head towards Elliot. “For?”

“Getting you killed?” Elliot questions, also looking at the other.

“... Are you feeling alright, Elliot?” 

“Oh, don’t pretend like you don’t know what I’m talking about just to make me feel better.” Elliot stopped leaning on the railing, taking a few steps back to lean on the wall of the cabin. He crossed his arms.

“I missed my pizza throw, you didn’t get the heal, you died. It was my fault.”

There was more silence for a bit, until Guest sighed. “Ellie, I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but you’re being absolutely ridiculous. You missing your pizza throw does not mean you got me killed. Think about all the times I’ve missed a punch, especially in saving you.”

“Well of course it’s okay if you miss. You already do so much! And I end up failing more often than not. It’s not the same.” Elliot frowns, looking down.

“Like- the round before the one we just did, you stunned John Doe EIGHT times. And you walked through all of the traps so we could escape! I can’t do any of that-” He takes off his visor, hastily carding a hand through his hair.

“That doesn’t change the amount of times you’ve saved my ass and everyone else’s-” The veteran argued, trying to stop Elliot’s very incorrect train of thought. It's called a 'train' for a reason, though.

“Or yesterday, when you stunned 1x right as she almost beheaded me with her projectiles.” I would have died.

“Ellie.”

“Or when you tanked that walk speed override for Builder when he was low-” I wish I could help like that.

“Elliot.”

“Like how do I even-”

“Elliot!”

The pizza boy in question froze, looking back at the soldier. He had to look up a little, for the height difference. It was a little scary for a second.

“How does praising my services come so easy to you, but you can’t take pride in your own!?” Guest hummed, discontentedly.

Elliot fidgeted with his hands, thinking he was just being scolded. Of course Guest was angry– he messed up again. 

The other crossed his arms, expression softening. Fuck, he really didn’t intend to say that so harshly. Instant regret pooled, only increasing as he looked down at Elliot’s rather pitiful expression. Nonetheless, he had to continue. “That’s a question, Ell.”

“I- I don’t know. It’s just…” Elliot made unintelligible hand gestures, before they fell to his sides. “You’re very brave, Guest. I wish I had that quality.”

Guest’s mouth hung open slightly, before he responded. “Are you kidding ? You’re totally brave! What makes you think you’re not?” Elliot ran into the line of fire so often just to deliver a quick slice of pizza. What about that isn’t brave?

“I don’t feel like I am.” He admitted, quietly. He never did. Coward.

“Oh come on … You don’t have to feel brave to be brave, Elliot.”

Elliot was quiet for a moment, before he looked off to the side. His face reddened, slightly. Damn, no wonder Noob saw this guy as their idol. Clearly, ‘Be strong, always be strong’ wasn’t his only example of being well-spoken.

Without response, Guest continued. “Being brave is doing things even when you’re scared, and well. I can always tell from your expression how scared you are during the rounds, heh. But you support others anyway, even if just for a moment.”

“... Really?” Elliot asked, as if 1337 might take it back.

The veteran chuckled. “Yeah.”

Instantly through the silence, the air seemed a little less suffocating to Elliot, like the guilt wafted away. But the self doubt somehow still remained, lingering like a cloud around him.

Guest came up with… something. It was a little stupid, (and admittedly a little cruel), but it would prove his point no matter the outcome. Being ‘nice’ never seemed to work with this one, anyway. “... Elliot.”

“Hm?” Elliot looked back at him, tilting his head. “I want you to list everyone you healed today in each round.”

“... well, that’s not that many people.” Elliot put his visor back on his head, a little loosely.

1337 laughed, slightly. “If it’s not that many, I’m sure you’ll have no problem.”

“...” Elliot hesitated, knowing the soldier was right.

“Go on, then.”

Elliot complied, starting to list who he could remember. “Well uh. In the round we just played, I healed Chance…”

“Uh-huh.” Guest leaned back against the same wall, and put an arm around the other’s shoulder. Elliot suddenly found it a little hard to concentrate.

“Uhm.” He hesitated some more. “I think I also healed Dusekkar and n7.” After that, he didn’t say anything. There was a burning silence. 

Guest chuckled, filling in the gap. “Elliot, I know you can remember farther than one round.”

Elliot wracked his brain. He really didn’t want to let Guest down here, it was a simple question.

Elliot’s inability to answer was kind of the point, though. 

“Well… If you’re having such a hard time listing them, then you must be doing too much for the team to remember, huh?” Guest teased. Well, it was a half tease, half compliment. That was as mean as 1337 would get. Probably.

Elliot quickly denied the claim without even thinking about what it meant. “N-no, I can list everyone! Just… give me a minute.” He leaned forward, crossing his arms in thought.

“Take your time.” Taking advantage of Elliot’s back being no longer being pressed against the wall, the veteran carefully moved his hand down from the pizza deliverer’s shoulder, resting it at Elliot’s side. Elliot was too focused trying to answer the question that he didn’t think much of the hand placement, and only when Guest ‘accidentally’ squeezed, did he notice. Even then, Elliot assumed it was just that– an accident.

After a few repetitions of the same action, though, Elliot realized two things. One being that he could no longer focus, and two being 1337 was definitely doing that on purpose.

“Guehest, you realize I can’t answeher the question if you do that, rihight?” Elliot grabbed the soldiers hand, catching himself slipping as a wobbly smile messily painted itself across his face– replacing the old frown.

“Do what?” Guest spun his wrist, taking it out of Elliot’s grasp, before repeating what he was doing before at a quicker pace. “Maybe your memory is just failing you… Here, just start from the beginning of today. Who did you heal in the first round? Even I remember.”

Four rounds, in total. Elliot took a small step away from Guest as a half-assed attempt to get away, and Guest advanced a step in return. Now they were facing each other. “Ihi- okay-”

“You, Taph, Builder and- uh..” Elliot jerked a bit, his loosely fitted visor falling over his face as 1337 squeezed one of the spots between his ribs, digging his thumb in just enough to not hurt.  

So unfair , Elliot thought as he pushed his visor up again, just enough to see the person in front of him. He was intentionally making it harder to answer.

“Shehed! I healed Shed–”

Guest smiled. “Mhm, okay. The one after that? This one’s easy. You only healed two people during the second round.”

Elliot couldn’t tell if that was a good or bad thing considering his current predicament, but thinking about that made him give the wrong answer.

“Chance and-” Cut off by his own muffled wheezy giggles, Elliot slapped a hand over his mouth.

The soldier hummed, shaking his head as he used both his hands to dig into the side of the poor worker’s stomach. “Wasn’t Chance…”

Elliot removed the hand from his mouth only to speak a few words, “Noob ahand Two Tihime?”

“Is that a question? Say it like you mean it, Ellie.” Guest encouraged, amused.

“Duhuhude!” Elliot complained, his hands clearly undecided between shoving at Guest, protecting himself, or making a futile attempt to hide the overall sunniness of his expression.

“ Alriight , fine. One more, since you already told me about the round we just did.”

“Hohow many peheople?” Elliot asked, wanting any type of hint. Because if he was being honest, he had no clue whatsoever who he healed, and he was slowly going cotton-brained.

The veteran makes sure to take his time ‘thinking’, as he drilled both his thumbs into the other’s hips.“Pretty sure it was seven. Oh, wait, no. Six, and you healed someone twice.” He pretended to ignore the two octave increase in the other’s wheezes.

“... Aand you have to tell me who” Guest adds on, grinning.

“You cahan’t be seriohous- Fuhuck you, Guest-!” Elliot wheezed out, stumbling slightly. The curse was completely empty in value– only four minutes ago, Elliot might have just sacrificed himself to the cake monster if he caught himself saying something like that to the person in front of him.

“Totally serious” 1337 assured, even when the opposite message was written all over his face. “Well?”

He only received laughter in response as he stared at the support, who seemed to have decided the floor looked really interesting given the fact Eliiot hadn’t looked up at the sentinel in at least a minute now. Because of this, the support also hadn’t noticed his visor slide off his head, to which Guest had caught with one hand and set on the porch railing.

“I dohon’t remehember–” Elliot finally conceded, tripping over himself as he stepped back. He would have fallen, if Guest didn’t put an arm behind him, and steady his balance.

“Hah. Really, you don't?" 1337 waited a few seconds longer, as if he would get a response other than wheezy laughter.

"That’s okay, Elliot. That was kind of the entire point.” The veteran said, now taking both hands to make sure the other wouldn’t topple over.

There was silence, of course tainted by leftover quiet titters.

“Oh, was it nohow?” Elliot asked, only half sarcastically. He tried clearing his throat, like it would somehow get rid of the leftover feeling in his nerves after the other stopped. “I couldn’t tell since you made it so hard to focus…”

Guest laughed. Real, genuine. He didn’t really fake anything that often. “I make it hard for you to focus? Good to know, I’ll make sure to avoid you during rounds.” 

Elliot gasped, half offended, half embarrassed. “Wh- no, you– ugh…” He sighed, as he felt his visor being put back on his head by the soldier.

1337 hummed. “You should really try remembering what you do for the team, you know. You do help, a lot.” 

“Do I?” 

... Does this person have memory loss? “Do y- Do I need to make you list everything again?”

Nervous laughter. “NOpe! No sir.”

[dallyismypookie]

ooc Dallas Winston x fem!reader

18+ even tho that wasn’t my goal it just kinda happened.

Not proof read or edited. Also my second ever ff so yeah💀.

Incomplete fanfic I might or might not finish. Kinda started off bad cuz I don’t know how to write but whatever🤷🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️. If anyone has ideas pls help🥲. Also I suck at formatting 🤡

Romantic Dally, bad humour, horrible writing (English isn’t my first language, pls have mercy😪), incorrect use of 60’s slang and steamy scenes I guess?

Priorities

Damp grass crunched under the soles of Dally’ shoes as he walked across the park. Small droplets from the left over rain rolling down the cap of his dirty shoes. The slouch in his posture not going unnoticed by the small kids nearby playing with their toys. At least, this time he didn’t jump them. His leather jacket, bruised face and the cigarette in hand made him look tough, drawing eyes of the mom’s who started calling their kids over to safety. (Like his ego needed to be any bigger).

But Dally didn’t care, not this time at least, even if it did give him an ego boost to see the effect his appearance has on people. No, all he had on his mind was getting back home. And for once he wanted to do so without getting into any trouble on his way back. But of course the coins are never up for the greasers and before Dally could realise what was happening, the obnoxious blue Mustang had already pulled up before him. Now the Park wasn’t a place Dally wanted to fight in, the park was for the kids and lovers after all. But he wouldn’t let himself get intimidated by a bunch of Socs. Besides the mom’s had already sensed trouble with simply Dally’s presence and had long left.

A loud slam of the Mustang’s door snaps Dally out of his thoughts. “I’d watch it if I were you. This ain’t your part of town, sucker,” he drawled. Only petulantly taking the cigarette away from his mouth. Dally took one last drag from his cigarette before stomping it out with his foot, blowing the smoke into one of the Soc’s faces. “Now get lost ‘fore I beat your face in” he said lowly. The Soc, being none other than Bob himself, scoffed “you don’t scare me, hood. You’re outnumbered.” A small chuckle left Dally’s lips as he looked at the Socs cockily “Boy howdy, now you got me scared. I oughta be shiverin’ now. Let me get somethin’ clear for you, punk. I ain’t in the mood for fights right now. I got a hot broad waitin’ for me at home so I reckon you get lost ‘fore I loose my patience. And I ain’t a very patient guy, you dig? So git goin’!”.

Bob looks at the pocketknife in Dally’s hand that is now pointing at him. The experienced way Dally is holding the knife in seems to send the message across to the unarmed Socs. Bob, who’s ego had been clearly bruised, huffed, “You dirty hoods. Well fine. But you better be ready for the next rumble. Cuz I ain’t goin’ easy on you then!” As the annoying Soc kept huffing on his way back to his car Dally rolled his eyes, “Shut your trap, sucker. Get lost!” And soon enough the blue Mustang was speeding down the road again.

Which only left one thing behind. Dally’s eagerness to get home to his beloved. Now Dally was never a romantic guy, he had a reputation after all. Some even going as far to accuse him of being unable to love. But something about the pretty doll waiting for him at home made him want to act right. Made him think that maybe he didn’t need to break that many laws on his way home. Just the thought of her cute smile whenever she saw him made Dally’s heart flutter and fasten his pace. And just when he was about to grab another cigarette, he had already reached the door and let it slip back in his pocket instead.

The soft shut of the door echoed through the quiet house, coupled with the rustling of Dally taking his leather jacket off and dumping his shoes into a corner. And there she was, lying on the couch fast asleep, the one he would go to war for. Dally quietly moves up to her, his rough hands gently moving to her face in a sweet caress. His heart beating just a tad bit faster as her eyes flutter open softly.

“Hey, doll. Sleep good? Don’t you just look ravishin’, ” He smirks down at her, rubbing his thumb over her bottom lip teasingly. His eyes darkening as she smiles up at him sleepily before placing a soft kiss on the tip of his thumb. “You’re back.” She states (obviously) as she sits up. Squealing softly as he basically tackles her into a hug.

Now if anyone from the gang had seen that they’d have probably died from a shock. Seeing as Dallas Winston, the toughest and meanest greaser, who jumped smaller kids for fun was acting all sappy because of a broad. But for Dally she wasn’t just a broad, in fact if anyone other than him tried to call her a broad, he’d probably land in the cooler again. And that’s about as romantic as he gets.

“What happened to your face, hon?” Her soothing voice cut through the comfortable silence. A small hiss escaping his lips as she dragged her finger over a small cut on his forehead lightly. “It ain’t nun. Just a small racket at Buck’s place. Don’t worry ‘bout it, baby.” Dally answered, pulling her closer as he let his hands run down her side. A smirk ghosting over his lips as he felt a small shiver run down her spine.

“My, my baby. Ain’t you getting excited?” He drawled, sneakily sliding his hand under her shirt. He stuck his head in the crook of her neck, taking a deep inhale as he groaned, “Glory, you smell good.” A small giggle escapes her lips as she pushes him away teasingly while getting up from the couch, walking to the kitchen counter “oh shut it. You just got home and you smell.” Dally gasps in mock offence, dramatically placing a hand on his chest, “oh you wound me, darlin’. Why don’t you join me in the shower then?” Another chuckle escapes her lips as she hums “you’re so bad.” Biting her bottom lip softly as Dally walks up behind her, his strong arms wrapping around her waist as he teasingly ghosts his lips up her neck. “You know you love it. So why don’t you quit your actin’ and let me make you feel good?” He whispers roughly into her ear before making her squeal softly as he nips gently on her earlobe.

“Dally” she sighs softly, her muscles relaxing as she tilts her neck to the side softly, letting him trail more wet kisses down her neck and along her shoulder. The needy tone in her voice makes Dally smirk as he playfully sinks his teeth into the sensitive skin of her neck “Yeah? Just say what you want baby…I’ll give it to you.” Dally’s eyes flicker with confusion as a small grin suddenly creeps up on her lips. “You still smell,” she smirks. Breaking out into laughter as Dally abruptly tickles her sides, peppering kisses over her face, playfully scolding her. “Oh, you mean little minx. Better shut it ‘fore I make you.” He threatens playfully, caging her against the counter with his arms.

“Make me? And how would you do that?” Her teasing voice lulls out, making a competitive smirk spread across Dally’s face. “Oh darlin’, I’d love to tell you but I got to shower now,” he say suddenly, placing a final kiss on her cheek and stepping away. A satisfied grin on his face as he hears her disappointed whine. “You can always join me” Dally calls out lightly as he steps into the bathroom.

In the bathroom hot steam fogs up the small mirror by the sink, dirty clothes crumpled up by the laundry basket. A wave of stuffy air hits her as she quietly sneaks into the bathroom, her clothes quickly joining his. “What’s a handsome fella like you doin’ here all by yourself lonesome? You come here often, baby?” The joke leaves her lips before he can even register her presence. A surprised cackle breaking free from the back of his throat as he immediately pulls her closer to him. “Goshamighty, don’t you look just delicious.” Dally curses roughly as he squeezes her hip urgently.

“My, oh my. I feel honoured,” she purrs softly, her hands teasingly running up his abs, over his pecs and to the back of his neck, tangling into the wet strands of his hair. As she playfully gives it a soft tug his deep growl fills the otherwise quiet bathroom, save for the gentle running of the shower stream. “You’re playin’ with fire, babe. You just have to say what you want. Remember?” Dally’s deep voice rings out, that cocky smirk of his still ever so present on his gorgeous face.

She takes another step closer, their bare and soaked bodies pressing up against each other as she whispers breathily, “just you.” And with that, Dally smashes his lips against hers with a grunt. Their lips sensually moving against the other’s, the streaming water only slightly covering the sounds of their heavy panting and sighing. Heat springs to Dally’s face, coating his cheeks in a soft pink, as her small whines reach his ears. His hand desperately trailing up her arm and cupping her jaw as the kiss deepens. The taste of her cherry cola on his tongue as he licks into her mouth needy. A broken whimper tumbles from his kiss swollen lips as he feels their mixed drool drip down his chin, but he doesn’t want to pull away just yet.

Instead he pulls her impossibly closer, pressing her up against the cold tile wall, making her warm body shudder slightly. His free hand roams up her leg, squeezing her thigh before smacking it lightly, making her moan into the kiss as he hikes it up around his waist. All while never breaking the kiss, only tilting her face so he could push his tongue further into her mouth and rub against hers languidly. As he finally pulls back his lips she gasps out desperately. Both panting for air as he looks deeply into her glossy eyes. A shiver raking down his spine as his eyes lock onto her enamoured gaze.

“Well aren’t you happy to see me?” She grins, smoothly pressing her thigh against the insistent erection pressing up against her. A whiny hiss ripping itself from Dally as his hips instinctively buck up against her, “Damnit. Ain’t you a perceptive gal.”

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[httpvomitello]

hello lovely person🥹

could I pretty please request Peter Parker x reader where it’s kinda slow burn strangers to lovers

reader is a new recruit for the avengers and Cap suggests a sparring match to see where reader’s skills lie and she goes against Peter

bonus points if you could include the classic scene where one of them pins the other and it’s a lot of tension and maybe a little kiss after🤭

thank you babes, have a good Easter Sunday xx

Hellooo amazing person, i'm really happy to write this one and i hope you like it! Also Happy Easter everyone, i hope you guys are having an wonderful day ~ ♡♡

Six Rounds to Fall .｡*･ﾟﾟ

Summary: You're the new recruit. Peter's the awkward genius superhero who gets volunteered to spar with you—again and again.

peter parker x f!reader

The Avengers Compound was a lot more intimidating in person.

Your first few days had been a blur—orientation, training evaluations, strange nods of approval from Natasha, a handshake from Steve that nearly broke your fingers, and Tony Stark making three jokes at your expense before breakfast. Not bad, really.

Then came the part where Steve cornered you by the gym and dropped a casual bomb.

“Let’s see what you’ve got in the ring,” he said, like it wasn’t a loaded sentence coming from Captain America. “We’ll start with Parker.”

You blinked. “Spider-Man?”

“He’s a good test for reflexes,” Steve replied, crossing his arms. “And I think you two will work well together.”

You weren’t sure what that meant. You’d only met Peter Parker in passing—he was polite, kinda funny in a quiet way, and blushed when you asked him where the coffee machine was.

Sparring with him sounded... interesting.

Session One

Peter was all nerves.

He stood on the mat, arms awkwardly loose at his sides, and gave you a sheepish grin. “Hey... um. Just so you know, I bruise easily.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You have super strength.”

“Yeah, but like... emotionally.”

You smirked. Okay, maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

The session was short—mostly warm-ups, light sparring. He was faster than you expected, but clearly holding back. You didn’t mind. It gave you a chance to read him. He was easy to fluster. Every time your hand grazed his side or you moved a little too close, his eyes darted away.

Cute. Weird. And definitely not what you were used to in training.

The second time, you were sharper this time. Peter was still polite but a little more focused. The jokes faded after the first ten minutes, replaced by an edge you hadn’t seen before.

He pinned you once. Just for a moment. His hands gripped your wrists, holding you to the mat. Your breath caught, not from the hold—but from how close he was.

He noticed. His cheeks turned bright red, and he scrambled back like you were on fire.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, helping you up.

You just gave him a look. “You going to do that every time?”

His mouth opened. Closed. “Probably?”

The third time, Nat watched from the side this time, arms folded as she made notes for your file. Peter tried to keep things professional, but his banter slipped out anyway.

“You’ve been practicing,” he said after you managed to flip him for the first time.

“You haven’t,” you teased.

The match ended in a draw. You were both sweaty, flushed, and laughing as you caught your breath.

Something lingered in his expression when he looked at you. Something he didn’t say.

You didn’t ask.

Steve wasn’t even pretending to be subtle now.

“Parker, you're up. Again.”

Peter gave him a look. “Are you... sure?”

Steve smirked. “Positive.”

This match was rougher. Neither of you held back as much. You felt the tension simmering beneath every block, every spin, every time your fingers brushed his arm or your knee hit his thigh. You weren’t sure when the sparring became something else—some kind of dance, charged with whatever was building between you two.

Peter got the upper hand by surprise and pinned you again, his weight pressing lightly on your hips. His eyes searched yours, lips slightly parted, breathing hard.

You could’ve sworn he was going to say something.

But he didn’t.

He just rolled off you and mumbled, “Nice work.”

You didn’t sleep much that night.

You both pretended it was normal.

It wasn’t.

There was a moment where you grabbed his arm to spin him, and he caught your waist instead. The tension was unbearable—your faces inches apart, eyes locked.

His fingers twitched against your side. Like he wanted to hold you there.

“Should we... reset?” he asked, voice hoarse.

You nodded too quickly. “Yeah. Yeah, let’s reset.”

Neither of you reset. You just stood there, hearts racing, until Natasha clapped loudly from the corner. “Someone gonna throw a punch or just keep eye-fondling?”

Peter looked like he wanted the floor to open up and swallow him.

You walked into the gym before him this time.

Your stomach was a mess of nerves you refused to acknowledge. Something had to give. This thing between you—it wasn’t just training anymore. You knew it. So did he.

Peter walked in, suit slightly unzipped at the collar, and gave you a crooked grin.

“You look ready to kill me today.”

“Maybe just a little.”

The match started normal. Hits. Dodges. Grunts. But there was too much tension now—too much unspoken.

You went for a sweep; he dodged. He came back with a jab; you blocked. Then he spun, arm looping around your waist, and took you down—but not hard. He followed the fall, bracing himself with one arm beside your head.

And there you were again. Pinned. Staring up at him.

Only this time, he didn’t move.

“Are we gonna keep pretending this isn’t a thing?” he asked, so softly you barely heard it.

Your chest rose and fell beneath him. “What if I don’t want to pretend?”

His eyes flicked to your mouth.

And this time... this time, he kissed you.

It was slow at first. Like he was still unsure you’d pull away. But you didn’t. You pulled him closer instead, fingers curling in his shirt.

Somewhere, you heard Steve’s voice echoing through the comm system. “Training room feed is still on, by the way.”

Peter groaned against your mouth. “We’re never living that down.”

You laughed breathlessly. “Nope.”

[taylorkellyreporting]

i hope no one minds if i liveblog this bitch: the pitt from 1x02

1x02

robby is one panic attack away from a breakdown

me 🤝🏼 vic 🤝🏼 crushing on mateo

fruitcake 😭

“wanna see my vagina?” screaming

“i have nothing but respect for dr. garcia. in fact, i think she would make a wonderful hostess at applebees.” lmfaooo

that poor man :(

desperately need to know what the hell is going on with dr. robbie and dr. collins

NOT AN ANKLE MONITOR 😭💀

pasty white skfjgks

the mom claiming her son consuming edibles will cause him to have autism? oh brother 🙄 glad mel shut that down.

the girlfriend supergluing the dog collar to her boyfriend oh she’s so real

“i just hate seeing families torn apart.” “oh, they’ll be fine.” “how can you be sure?” “they’re white.” lmao yeah

i really love how attentive langdon is with mel <3

mel singing savage, she’s so fucking funny 😭

oh shiiit

the 2 nurses constantly talking shit are hilarious

damn the least these kids could do is respect their dads final wishes

that scene with the parents finding out their 18 year old son is brain dead was heart wrenching

1x03

“i have nothing against pathologists.” 😭

i love how they have moments of silence for patients that pass away

mel clapping pls

whitaker can’t catch a break 😭

ohhhh my God i did NOT see those two cases with the fent being connected

robby should’ve reported that david kid a long time ago

cocksucker dkfkgkfks

this episode was so damn sad

1x04

pls they’re taking bets on the ambulance

would kill to know why dr. garcia and dr. langdon have beef

pls not the nair 😭

goodness this scene with the dying man and his daughter is making me so sad

damn, it must hurt to watch the girl who accidentally took fent with your son get to go home while your kid’s going to the morgue

what is going on with this pregnancy…

the social worker is placing bets??? 😭

i have a feeling they won’t be taking the boat out this weekend

that damn fox

fuck.

1x05

knew as soon as that guy said something about no one in the waiting room dying that someone was going to/come close to it

the langdon foreshadowing is so good

i just know witaker’s quitting after this shift

abbot and robby are so real for being willing to falsify records so that the girl is able to get the abortion she wants

“next time buy me dinner first” love this lady 😭

“don’t mind myrna, she’s harmless” “she’s handcuffed!” that’s why she’s harmless” lmfao

“you’re not a burden, you’re my mom.” 🥹

mel is such a good doctor

so the daughter either fled or something happened to her

“i’m not judging” girl that’s all you’ve been doing

this kid needs to live or i fear for whitaker

“please don’t hand me a condom” “condom?!” the light just drained from his eyes

omg it’s her aunt????

fuck her mom, forever

1x06

i feel so bad for mel’s patient ☹️

is anyone else getting a little vibe from santos and garcia? 🤨

“who is she?” “right?” no matter how busy langdon is, he still makes time to shade garcia 😭

“see? we do have patients that appreciate you.” right as myrna wheels by flipping him off dhfkd

“show off those ankles!” mel looking 😭 pls

don’t think i’ve ever seen someone excited about putting a chest tube into a patient

NOT HER FOOT 😭💀

i feel bad for javadi cause no one is taking her seriously but i gotta say that fake call sent me

“want me to draw your blood?” “you already did” lmao

“so there’s gonna a-a worm graveyard in my brain forever?” “yeah, but they’re resting in peace” langdon is hilarious

probably an unpopular opinion but i don’t really care for javadi

so santos can dish it out but she can’t take it…that tracks

i love mel’s relationship with her sister

THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTINGGGG

1x07

i hope collins doesn’t lose her baby

“he’s autistic! did you see that in his past medical history?” “it’s an ankle sprain, it has nothing to do with his injury.” it kinda has everything to do with it

dana calling robby a sad boy plssss

langdon go back and let mel finish her story NOW

“i think he’s molesting our daughter.” Jesus.

so she was pushed. how awful.

i’m on samira’s side, i think there’s something deeper with her patient

really hope something goes wrong and the dad dies

“you’re making a…a great first impression.” hell yeah.

oh God. santos was hurt, too.

i’m so glad the girls mom let her have the abortion.

FUCK THIS IS SO UNFAIR

1x08

so glad rita’s back

why’s the patient who’s flirting with collins kinda…

love that rita and her mom are getting help

oh no, she’s so little :(

santos is on a very slippery slope with this langdon stuff

what is going on with this lady and her boss…

that influencer omg

ohhh okay, it’s trafficking. yikes.

this show is so fucking depressing

this poor baby’s gonna have so much survivors guilt

i hope they’re able to help the trafficking victim

the scene with bella and the teddy bear…

they wanna attend nicks funeral 🥹

that was a really beautiful honor walk

saddest episode so far

1x09

“you just gave a speech titled ‘how to literally bury your feelings.’” 😭

fauci zombie??? skdjgjd

langdon got that anti-masker so good lmao

“your little days are numbered, buddy” giggling

they need to get this david situation solved

THE PUPPY 💞

damn langdon got his ass handed to him

aw, i hope whitaker is able to help that man get his meds

mel with a dog!!! <3

mel being langdon’s favorite isn’t even surprising. the way he talk to her, looks at her, and checks in on her? and just the fact that she’s literally sunshine? i’d judge him if she wasn’t.

that javadi and mateo scene gave me so much secondhand embarrassment omg

i actually like santos and think she could be a great doctor if she just learned more and changed her “i know everything” attitude

oof mckay was biased and it almost cost the patient her life :/

crosby was going to TOWNNN on that rat 😭

DANA OH MY GOD

1x10

aw fuck i knew mckay was the one who reported david

“where should we put him?” “on the curb?” real

LMAO HE WAS JEALOUS OF MATEO

chad waxing poetic about mateo and his hair was so funny

omg eli from 911 hiiii

ooh ‘junkie’ touched a nerve

dana and collins 🫶🏼

yay their stroke patient is gonna be okay

“slow-mo, no mo!” samira mohan is Gods strongest soldier

mckay and mateo are definitely fucking

the secondhand embarrassment i keep getting from javadi is so strong oml

robby looks devastated ☹️

“could a drug addict do what i do?” same energy as the “could a depressed make this?” meme 😭

1x11

of course santos knows what the nurses are saying 😭

“i see hair :D” the silence, i’m crying

the ‘bonus mom’ shirt, oh my-

that is the fakest baby i’ve ever seen

had a feeling something would go wrong with the surrogate

“you’re trouble.” langdon being an addict is her fault how exactly…?

oh shit

the realization slowly dawning on robby that the baby was his 😯

“chad was severely injured.” “i wish.” honestly

“i’m digging my own grave. let me.” “i don’t have to give you the shovel.” whew.

i’m just waiting for it all to catch up to robby and cause a breakdown of some sort

“he didn’t say goodbye.” my shayla 😔

okay i know what langdon did was horrible and illegal and he deserves to be punished but i need him to come back because he’s the only one there who truly understands mel

if dana isn’t in season 2…🗡️

NO NOT HIS SON

1x12

i can tell this episode is gonna be really heavy

“prayers wouldn’t hurt.” neither would gun control.

ayyyye doctor abbott is back 😮‍💨

would be so crazy if david is the shooter

hell of a first day

“did you take the cuffs on myrna?” “hell no, that woman scares the shit out of me! keeps trying to bite me” 😭😭

LANGDON RETURNS 🙌🏼

“been to a million concerts, whatever happened to ‘peace and love’, man?” BUT REALLY

i just wanna know if jake is okay

“read the fucking room, mom!” YES, JAVADI

“you’re here!!” that’s her bestie

even in the middle of a mass casualty event, garcia and langdon still make sure to take jabs at each other 😭 that’s a real beef

santos throwing that guys phone in the blood soaked water djfjgks QUEEN SHIT

just when i thought i couldn’t love mel more

this is so stressful

1x13

the clown 😭

hits just keep coming for whitaker

my God

chad sucks

jake and lea 😟

samira is such a badass

poor jake and robby

NOAH WYLE WE’RE GETTING YOU THAT EMMY, YOU ARE A STAR

1x14

“fucking circus.” says the clown 😭

gloria had that crash out coming

“am i the only one who missed that day in medical school?” samira looking and sounding so genuine is sending me

if looks could kill santos would be dead rn

figured david wasn’t the shooter about right when he walked back on screen

if this dude says ‘quiet’ one more fucking time…

santos taking a bite of the kit-kat while looking that asshole reporting dead in the eyes oh she’s kinda everything

MEASLES??? *stefan voice* this show has everything!

okay well robby’s being pretty harsh to mckay about david and i don’t like it

i wanna give mel the biggest hug

fucking anti-vaxxers 😒

loved this arc but i’m never watching it again, it stressed me the hell out

1x15

so glad mckay didn’t actually get arrested

these parents are really pissing me off

hope santos doesn’t make a mistake cause she’s tired

i adore dana and would be so sad if she left but she deserves to rest

david needs a shit ton of help

well i think it’s safe to say that robby and langdon’s friendship is beyond repair :(

santos they could never make me hate you

“she really is a good mom.” no i don’t really think that’s true

the fork dkfjgnfjs

dana ❤️‍🩹

“see you monday.” oh no

whitaker omg 😭

santos and whitaker in their roommates era i did not see that coming

every time santos says ‘huckleberry’ i get maya hart flashbacks

robby deserves to leave and never come back

the king sisters have my entire heart

robby and abbott’s friendship means everything to me

“my therapist thinks i find comfort in the darkness.” 😭😭

dear God please get robby some therapy

THE RATS HELP

love the park scene very much

just realizing langdon left without saying goodbye to mel, again ☹️ i get why he didn’t, but still, i’m sad for my girl. and really curious about how that will impact their s2 dynamic.

i hesitated to watch this show cause after dealing with grey’s anatomy for a few years, i didn’t think i had it in me to invest in another medical show but i saw so many great things being said and i really like noah so i decided to just try watching the first episode and i am SO glad i did!!! the pitt might be the medical show of all time and i’m not even joking. can’t wait for s2 and to see them sweep at the emmy’s <3

[nnik-is-not-here]

Snippet of the current draft of my fic for the Tsukiyama BigBang! This is my first ever bigbang and I'm super psyched to participate. Managed to finish this scene just in time for WIP Wednesday.

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"He was gorgeous, Yachi! Like—like, literally the most beautiful man I've ever seen!" "More beautiful than Takahashi Keihan?" "Yes." "Oh wow", Yachi giggled as she dipped the fry pinched between her fingers into her pile of ketchup, "That sounds kind of intimidating, actually." Tadashi was the only employee on shift at the flower shop most days. Which meant most days he decided when to take his lunch. And ever since they met, he and the shift manager of the boba shop across the street, Yachi, had been coordinating their breaks so they could eat together. Their favorite spot was the greasy fast-food place down the street. They shared a plate of fries that Yachi complained were a bit soggy. But Tadashi liked soggy fries, so that was fine. "Did you, uh, ask him out?" Yachi asked. Her voice was so tense she sounded more nervous at the idea than Tadashi. "Yeah, right", Tadashi picked a particularly floppy fry off the pile between them, "Like I could ever be that bold. Besides, he was there to get an apology bouquet for his partner…" Yachi's shoulders relaxed, as if she was relieved "Oh, too bad. That's sweet, though. Do you think it worked?" Tadashi sighed, drawing a lazy line in his ketchup and lifting the fry to watch it droop, "Would I be a terrible person if I hoped it didn't?" he asked with a guilty smile. Yachi gasped, "Yamaguchi!" "What?" Tadashi leaned back and held up a hand defensively, "It's not like I want them to break up, I just… Well, I guess that kinda is what I want but—" "Yamaguchi!" "—but not really, just, you know… People break up all the time right?" "Stop it! You'll manifest their breakup!" Yachi pointed an accusatory fry at him. Tadashi rolled his eyes, "Manifestation isn't real, Yachi. If it was, you and Kiyoko-san would be married by now." Yachi's became red instantly, as it always did whenever Tadashi mentioned the boba shop's beautiful store manager, "It is real. I've just never manifested that because Kiyoko-san is engaged. And I could never live with myself if I was the reason they break up! I mean, that's gotta be, like, terrible karma! I'd be cursed to never find love in my next life! I've probably already racked up some divine punishment just by staring at her all the time—" "Yachi, you're not even Buddhist." "But what if they're right?!" Yachi's voice cracked. Tadashi shook his head. If reincarnation was real, Yachi must have done something pretty bad in a past life to deserve all this anxiety. He didn't say that out loud, though. "I'm pretty sure you don't get bad karma just for having a crush", Tadashi patted her white-knuckled fist soothingly, "And I really doubt I could manifest cute guy and his boyfriend breaking up even if it were possible. Not with my luck." Yachi took a steadying breath and a bite of her fry, "You never know. Better safe than sorry. You don't want the crushing guilt of breaking up a couple on your conscience." Tadashi snorted, "Well, you got me there."

[maream-zaream]

honestly going off nothing I thought fresh was born out of maybe some sort of glitch in a destroyed universe because he’s kinda one of his kind in the multiverse— (in the same branch as endermites and endermen from minecraft?? Maybe because of Error or something..) But the actual lab backstory makes a lot of sense! I just wish it would have been finished or we could have gotten the script for it (but I’m sure I’m not alone in this ajsjdhjssj)

Anyways you said you had headcanons? I don’t have much about him so feel free to share more :DD

Though as I think more about him I’m starting to have a few too. Like true fresh being light sensitive? Ofc the glasses are for hiding him and all but.. it does align with that Headcanon too. (And… I think it would be fun :> )

About the scripts: Me too, buddy, me too T_T. Though honestly the bit of Fresh lore that I'm still mourning over is the forever-awaiting TimeParty Pt. 3- IT LITERALLY LEFT OFF ON A CLIFFHANGER!!

And yeah, despite Fresh being a relatively popular character, his actual lore bits and character stuff (the Roleplays) aren't actually all that well known. Though, I definitely see where you got the glitch stuff lol. I mean, Fresh's comic debut was in Ask-Error lol. And honestly now that I think about it, you could probably make a connection regarding Fresh and (computer) viruses, especially considering his plan during LoveBall...

Anyways, I really like your headcanon regarding Fresh and light!! Actually, I think I'm gonna adopt it myself, especially considering how well it fits with my own HC, like you mentioned!

But yeah, some other head canons I have are (it's long):

One of the reasons Fresh goes after taller bodies is due to how his actual body is quite small. My guess is that he would probably be no bigger than a hand, so he would feel pretty insecure regarding his size lol. Particularly, he would be scared about how, without a host, he's basically a sitting duck. Too small and weak to really defend himself from any attack or find nourishment... I think Fresh is all too cognizant of just how much he needs his hosts. Well, he'd probably never admit that out loud but he definitely knows it lol. So in short, I guess you could see Fresh's use of taller bodies as a sort of overcompensation for his actual size.

After using the 90s as a facade for this true self for so long, I think that Fresh genuinely doesn't know how much of it is fake anymore. Like, I think that Fresh first adopted the 90s stuff purely based on how it would allow him to create a goofy, disarming persona. But over time, Fresh has adapted aspects of it as part of his actual personality and likes/dislikes. Like, I think Fresh genuinely likes stuff like Furbies and rap music, but other stuff like his dislike of drugs and alcohol is a bit exaggerated/put through a 90s-based filter.

Actually, speaking of the drugs and alcohol, I think Fresh dislikes them due to two reasons. 1) They lower the quality/health of a body, making them last for a short time period while not making them the best to feed off of. 2) Fresh himself would never partake because of their mind-altering effects and how they could lead him into dangerous or life threatening situations. I mean think about, this guy's entire thing is how terrified of death he is, why in the world would he use something that makes him vulnerable and less alert to danger and could potentially kill him with excess use? (Also, I think I remember Crayon Queen talking about this aspect of Fresh somewhere in more depth, but that may actually be a false memory idk)

Also, adopting neon-draws-sometimes's HC, I find the idea of Fresh finding some kind of kinship with Furbies really interesting and cute! I mean, it probably speaks to some level of isolation and alienation to find kinship with Furbies' uncanny bahavior and appearance, but I find it endearing never the less! It makes me think of a scene of Fresh hugging a Furby like a lifeline after a particularly bad day, preferably in an alleyway. Though, I guess a more light heartened take could just be him liking how Furbies scare people while still looking "cute" or disarming.

Admittedly this is less so a head canon and more so a story idea or detail: but I imagine Fresh 2.0 as kind of like in-between a stress-induced hallucination and a specter from the future/fandom? Kind of like how the ghosts from A Christmas Carol can work both as just Scrooge's guilty conscious manifesting nightmares or as actual, literal ghosts, if that makes sense. 2.0 works in an ambiguity between reality and fiction, though the emotional harm he inflicts upon Fresh is still very much real.

Actually, expanding a bit more on that, I see 2.0 as representative of all of Fresh's worries and stresses. That 2.0 literally represents Fresh's fear of death and oblivion by showing just how easy he is to be replaced. Just how easily Fresh could die, just how easily Fresh could become disliked and thrown away.

Ok, now let's get to relationship head cannons!! Whoo!:

Ink (also, quick disclaimer, I'm not as well-versed in Ink lore as I am in Fresh lore, so apologies if I misinterpret Ink egregiously here!):

I think that Fresh would try to have a somewhat amicable relationship with Ink, just because Fresh acknowledges how popular and beloved Ink is to the fandom. This would make a relationship with Ink beneficial, as it ensures Fresh doesn't become irrelevant or (hopefully) boring. Furthermore, Ink's status as "Protector" of the multiverse and their close relationship with the Star Sanses makes a more antagonistic relationship a bit more of a gamble. It becomes kind of hard to hunt down a new host if you have two AU-hoppers on your tail, doesn't it?

Though, I'd imagine in actuality Fresh kind of dislikes Ink. Now, I do think that Fresh would understand Ink through the lens of doing his best to make sure that the fandom/creators keep creating in order to keep producing their food/energy source (the paints). Additionally, Fresh would also understand Ink through their mutual sort of self-importance (albeit Ink's is a bit more existential as they see themselves as the only "real" person in the multiverse). Though, I feel like the sticking point would be 1) Ink's reverence of emotions and 2) just how unpredictable Ink can be.

The former is due to how Fresh is shown to absolutely detest his new emotions in the roleplays, becoming scared and angry due to the confusion they bring him. The latter assertion is due to how what Ink does is based on what they think is best for the story/audience. What Ink does depends on what he thinks the creators want from them, making them somewhat unpredictable as they may let even their closest friends die if they think it's what is best for the story. Basically, Fresh doesn't trust how self-sacrificial Ink can be.

Error:

Similar as to what is shown in both Error's and Fresh's blogs, I think Fresh messes around a lot with Error. Error is definitely a very bullyable and entertaining target due to how short his temper is and how easy it is to press his buttons lol. Though, I do think that Fresh has to be sort of careful about keeping out of Error's blast radius whenever he does his pranks.

Though, borrowing from xxwish-bonexx, I do think that Fresh would absolutely hate Error if he ever messed with someone Fresh grew attached to. Heck, it may not even take Fresh forming a relationship with something, I think Fresh would hate Error too if he destroyed/messed with an AU Fresh was planning on using as a food source. Though, if this were to happen, I imagine Fresh would still prank and mess with Error, it would just take on a meaner edge to it.

Dream:

Sees Dream as someone he has to appeal to/ keep on the good side of. This is due to the aforementioned reasoning in Ink's section about how Dream could very easily hunt Fresh throughout the multiverse. Though, I think Fresh is especially weary due to how Dream literally benefits nothing from his continued existence, as well as how Dream is much more motivated by justice than Ink (who would be more tolerant of Fresh due to the creators).

Also, I think that while Fresh is aware of Dream's aversion to killing and belief in second chances, he's also seen Dream's fights with his brother and wants no part in that lol.

Additionally, I think that Fresh would pretty easily be able to predict Dream, as he adheres to a set of moral guidelines that are pretty easy to guess and manipulate.

Nightmare:

Similar to Dream, Fresh would just try his best to stay off NM's radar. While Fresh would more directly benefit from an alliance with NM (NM feeds off of Fresh and his hosts' negativity + NM leaves people vulnerable to possession after attacks), I think that Fresh would hesitate to ever make a formal alliance with him due to the bad cred it would give him. Like, it would make him a direct enemy of the Stars and many of the inhabitants of the Omega Timeline, it would make life unnecessarily harder.

Also, again similar to Dream, Fresh has seen NM's fights with his brother and wants no chance of being caught in the crossfire.

Honestly, I see Fresh as acting as a sort of vulture in regards to NM, swooping in to get a host from an emotionally and physically vulnerable person after everyone's left before getting out of dodge.

Additionally, now that I think about it, both Fresh and NM are pretty self-serving, which I just think would push Fresh even more towards not interacting a lot with him. Fresh recognizes how dangerous Nightmare can be, and unlike Dream NM just sees killing as an inconvenience rather than a taboo.

Bad Sanses (Killer, Horror, Dust/Murder):

I don't honestly have much to say about these guys? Uhm, I think that Fresh would see them as any other Sans, as a potential food source and pawns. Though, Fresh would never go after these guys due to their close relation with Nightmare, best not poke a bear and all that.

Though, honestly, I doubt Fresh would go for them even if Nightmare wasn't in the picture. Horror no doubt has horrible physical and soul health, Dust is too determined and would put up too much of a fight, and I don't even know if it's possible for Fresh to feed on Killer with his soul out like that.

Blue/Swap Sans:

Similar to above, Fresh would see him as just another Sans but can't mess with him due to his close relationship with Ink and Dream.

Now, some aspects of my HCs about Fresh's relations are most likely subject to change, but I think this is a good sort of overview of everything! Honestly, I see Fresh as someone who likes to stay away from big battles and powers as much as possible, so any close relationships he has are probably gonna be with weaker/lesser known characters.

[separatedleoau]

Hi I was jus wondering how do you decide which panel you animate.

Also why did you decided to animate this comic? For practice? Simply because you want it? For revenge?

Also do you have any tipp for starter animaters how to start animating what kind of animations should they start with.

Love the comic can't wait for more. Please be healthy (it's good for your health)

Sending lot of love with hugs (if you like hugs)

by vibe, mostly

This is animated kind of for practice, kind of just because I think is fun and intresting to mix comic and animation, and yeah I guess a bit of revange, if thats the right word on this case cause there was another comic I wanted to do this with and chickened out of it (maybe the correct for of it would be avenge?🤔)

Now let me go into story mode:

When I was starting this au I was just gonna do One's concept design and the one scene that got stuck in my head: him dropping down for his introduction, and that was it

So I thought "I could make this an animatic" and I started storyboarding it on my sketchbook and then went "wait this is too much work, I don't wanna do it.... I'm gonna make it a comic" but there was That Shot that I had in mind and so clearly and I wanted to see it in motion so bad

Animation in comics is something that has gotten stuck in my head for close to a decade, long ago (in a galaxy far far away) I saw these zelda comics by Zac Gorman

I think it was the first time I saw a comic animated, and I thought it was the coolest thing ever. Then I saw a gifset of the How to Train Your Dragon "Downed Dragon" scene with Hiccup walking on the forest and it was composed as a comic, but they were gifs of the movie, I think that's what settled it in my mind that I would want to tell a story that way at some point

But I didnt know how to animate or make comics

So I started practicing, one step at the time, I decided to start with making comics (I started drawing my httyd fic since it basically was already scripted, but I realized how complicated that was and gave up lmao)

I've used the putting some animation to comics before, in small forms and not that often, really, but I was practicing for that moment when I had a Big Story for me to tell in that medium. Thing I have now and I'm working on!

So I took on httyd comics again and used another au I had to practice long form comics and animation on comics with it. I realized at some point that I was biting more than I could chew and decided to tone it down and keep it to just comic, I would get the oportunity to practice animation-comic making at some other point

And so this au came in taking down my door

I used what I had storyboarded as thumbnails for the comic and decided to make some small bits with simple animation and That Shot fully animated frame by frame (the original idea I could never make it look good so I settled for something simpler, I still want to try and re-do that animation, not to change the comic, but just as a bonus mostly for myself)

So yeah

It's been for pratice when I finally get to do my original story (that I'm working on rn)

Just cause I want to cause it looks cools and I've been mening to do something like this for so long

And I'm avenging that first httyd comic I tried to do and kinda the current httyd comic cause I took out the animation of that one

As for tips for biginer animators?

I should say learn the animation principles since those are your bases, everyone hates doing the bouncing ball cause is boring but is actually a good start.

but honeslty? chose a guy and go nuts with it <- thats my tip of how to improve on anything art related, making fanart of httyd has gotten me this far

[mechanoize]

First of all, I love your most recent post, he looks so elegant

Second of all, I am very much intrigued, and would enjoy a ramble, if you are up to it :)

copy pasted from my other ask.. :P

BUT.. so basically what I had in mind was…

(big fat big ramble incoming…)

prowl is a sorta crime boss,, big guy, big name, big money yk. and so there’s this big ol’ masquerade getting hosted… not by him, he doesn’t care for them, but in his name. whole buncha other big name guys are there too, ‘nd OUUUU jazz is an enforcer who specializes in undercover work. he recently got transferred to praxus yk. and this is his first real dangerous assignment.

hes done lotsa research, he’s a smart guy. and so they set it up so he’s working as a lead singer for a little live music/entertainment sector of the masquerade. he was meant to be in the least compromising position, whereas Mirage was actively invisible and snooping around the premises, and Tracks was meant to act as a distraction more than anything, keep the attention more so on her. (I need to design her so bad for this,, and ‘raj :P )

but worst comes to worst, Jazz ends up being a little bit TOO good at his job and many mecha are attracted to the music he and others are providing. causes complications, of course, but jazz is quick to reassure they’ll be fine. and they can’t really withdraw, because Jazz is too far cemented into the scene at that point.

the night draws to a close and there’s a sort of (probably traditional) dance that Prowl is kinda forced into. Not really, there isn’t many people who can force him to do anything, but a little but of persuasion from bluestreak and he crumbled. He didn’t have anyone TO dance with, and though not an inherently romantic performance, it’s still.. demeaning, in his eyes. Too much so to do it with anyone familiar.

so he chooses a partner at random, and as per protocol, many if not all the mechanisms present at least loosely knew the choreography. jazzs commlink is on fire, they think oh crap, our guys cooked. we didn’t know OR cover this. but surprise,, Jazz loves culture, loves learning. he loves dancing, music and all that stuff, and though he didn’t learn it to benefit his mission, he knew it. HOORAY!

so that’s settled, and it goes better than anyone (mainly prowl) could have imagined.

this is getting too long but Prowl is also smart. He actually is very much aware of Jazz and Track’s position, and he’s ran into his cities law enforcement many a time. he’s started threatening, yk, trying to shake them off. not because Prowl is hiding some big twisted secret, but because their enforcers are being met with increasingly harsher repercussions when caught within his vicinity. hes trying to spare them the trouble. they’ve also never even gotten close to uncovering anything beneath prowls jurisdiction so 😭 but they keep trying. And prowl is genuinely baffled that they keep sending their agents directly into danger, and this was their dumbest idea to date.

Because Prowl had known from the moment they stepped ped in the venue, and the bots present were not all dumb. And to be uncovered would result in things that not even he could stop, lest he shatter his own reputation. And that is something he’s unwilling to do; he has mechanisms of his own to protect.

so Prowls actions are all calculated, and he sorta has an idea to fake a liking towards Jazz and book him again, the following orn. Implications get twisted, yeah, but he just wants to speak to him one on one so he can relay a message to his superiors, tell them to back off cus though he is merciful many others are not.

Jazz sees this as an opportunity. and with little input, he accepts. of course, immediately reprimanded, but not discouraged. the mechs overseeing his mission see this as a needed win. a chance to finally crack down on the crime empires or whatever, starting at the heart of it all, Prowl.

ILL CUT IT SHORT NOW but !!! Prowl makes Jazz aware of it all, Jazz is like holy moly. And at that point Jazz is too involved for Prowl to send him on his way and forget so he sorta keeps an eye on him, something Jazz is more than aware of.

yaddah yaddah more interaction that i do have ideas for but are not major enough to send here 😭

+ a bonus wip sketch! very messy rn but I’ll actually render this one when i get the time LMFAO

[yuechihua]

Hello.... I am the nuclear bomb anon!! ヾ( ^^ゞ) A little embarrassed to cease my anonymity but.. I mean... I wanted to show you my drawings LDJDNKAKSNXJ!! I felt bad after you said that you wanted to see them╰(ɵ̥̥ ˑ̫ ɵ̥̥ ╰)..

These are a couple of recent Harumasas but I had a sudden urge to draw my own take on the reader bc someone else in your inbox had!!!

This was me trying to figure out what they would look like, which wasn't too hard bc Section Six already has a pretty established aesthetic, plus since the mc takes after Yanagi, I figured they would also have a more put together look, yeah?? And.. I really wanted to make them a thiren.. just bc. I did consider going with a wolf for a while because of the symbiotic relationship wolves + crows (Harumasa) have, but decided to go with an owl!! Specifically. This fella. (Ryukyu Owl)

Since Harumasa and the mc already have several scenes in ur writing depicting them as each other's sun and moon, I thought that an owl thiren could fit :] Especially because owls tend to be more reserved, and that's how I view the mc! (Also owls are just cute to me lmao) I feel as though physical touch and personal space is kinda a Big Thing for the mc, which is just made more obvious by having the upkeep of feathers/preening represent that. That, and I think Harumasa would actually have some fun picking apart their mannerisms and quirks!! (and maybe be disappointed to learn that their wings can't support flight..)

^^ He's definitely done silly stuff like seeing how their eyes shrink and expand.. half to make them loosen up their serious disposition and half to just.. have fun. Be a troll.

(^^grgrgrhhe they're so silly to me) But still, it's just.. hmhmmrmrm I really like the idea of them gradually becoming so comfortable in each other's personal space, but never verbally saying what it means to them. Like they would definitely invite him to help them clean their feathers, and it's just the two of them chilling on the bed for an hour or two. There's long, comfortable silence with small conversations that spark in and out, and they both appreciate it!! They like it!! The two of them just can't think about it too hard bc of the Repercussions of Deep Care.

RHAHHDHSHZHSN!!! they're so repressed I love the way u write them!! I need them to explode.

OH MY GOD?? THESE ARE SO CUTE????? THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHARING YOUR ART WITH ME!!! and also for your kind ask in the first place <3 !!! getting to see how you interpret reader is such a treat and it made me sooo excited to see this ask in the first place!! also, i appreciate all of the care you put into this and all your design notes!!

harumasa is so cute in your style! im so impressed with how silly his expressions are and i like the lines you draw under the eyes :3 the body proportions/anatomy is also impressive and you simplified his outfit while still retaining all the distinct features of it!

READER IS ALSO SO CUTE OMG??? i love how they're an owl thiren and how their hair is feathers! the hair clips are also a cute touch <3 the hips wings are so cool and like how one sleeve is pulled back... it really captures the zzz tendency to have the design be asymmetrical while still matching with the rest of section six!!! also harumasa and reader being sun/moon for each other and owls being associated with the night... thats absolute cinema...!!!

i also really like the idea of harumasa picking up reader's mannerisms and noting any habits they have that are similar to owl habits (and he has 100% asked if they could pick him up and fly him somewhere when he doesn't want to walk there lol...) harumasa teasing them and doing silly things to mess with reader is so cute... i love how you draw chibis and the way you can only see reader's eyes in the darkness!! so silly and expressive... i know reader has made that same annoyed expression at him 100 times before...

also aw the way harumasa pinches reader's face is so so so cute. the way he's all smug about it and reader is just letting him do it... they care about each other sm. also the notes about them never verbalizing their feelings but taking care of each other is 100% real and true, especially since i imagine reader doesn't let just anyone touch their feathers... preening as a bonding action is so good...

ALSO the last two pictures of harumasa, and harumasa with reader? so, so good!! he looks so silly and i love how when reader gets embarrassed at his proximity, he backs off and looks more embarrassed himself LOL. 100% he is the one who gets more into his head despite seemingly being the more forward one...

[lixenn]

@einsatzzz since you have blessed us with glory in form of your webcomic, I naturally have only one response:

GET REVERSE UNO CARDED HAH! 🔄️🫵🫵

*throws comic at you and runs*

redraw based on this scenecommisions open

More yapping about this under the cut 🫡

So, maybe you are asking yourself this? Where does this even come from? Well, my friend it's because I've encountered the audio of this scene multiple times while doomscrolling through insta reels and the last time I watched a video edit based on it I went like: "Wait, isn't this super Reicore???" I wanted an animated short with the audio and Rei so bad, but alas 😔 I can't animate for shit so I put the entire thing on hold. However! I was bingereading a bunch of webcomics in the recent weeks and I stared at all the pretty art in envy.

Me: I want to draw comics too, goddammit!! Brain: Well, why aren't you doing it then, dumbass? Me: Omg, you are so right brain!

Proceed me deciding to start drawing this comic a few days ago only to remember that the release date of KHRe was approaching, so I went into grind mode BECAUSE I WILL FINISH THIS AS A PRESENT FOR THE WEBCOMIC RELEASE OR DIE TRYING 🫵😈/j /lh So yeah I applied speedrun strats so that I could post this on release date and even if you technically posted the first chapter yesterday in my timezone IT'S STILL THE 27TH HERE RIGHT NOW SO I MADE MY DEADLINE!!

Anyways to the comic itself: I had quite fun drawing it! I experimented with the art style again and for once I actually did the hard shading without hating it afterwards so huge win! Fun fact: naturally the last panel took the longest cause it involves a kinda full body and a pose that I can only call: "what the actual fuck dude?" but! The panel that annoyed me the most was the fucking coin panel because by God shading this fucking coin in a way that I liked took so fucking long 😭😭😭 In the end I just kinda ditched following the reference and winged it but dude the amount of time I spend on this is frankly embarrasing.

All in all, I gotta say I gained even more respect to all comic artists out there which I didn't even think was possible. Cause... I just kinda redrew an anime scene with six panels and that was already an ordeal. Yet there are people out there pumping out full chapters weekly??? Fucking insane man, you guys are all wizards 😭😭

Well, enough blabbing I hope you liked this lil something Ein 🥹💜 I hope you have a lovely week! Stay awesome!

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

Manta Rays // Sarah Cameron

request: none!

prompts: none!

summary: you’ve been in love with sarah cameron for longer than you could remember. your friends have been trying to convince you to get over her and that it would never happen, and you almost listen. but what happens when you discover your feelings aren’t as one-sided as you thought?

warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption, language

word count: 3.2k

a/n: pogue!reader, gn!reader

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Been tryna dream of you for so long I can't even remember

When I first decided your face was the one I wanted my mind to conjure

Your eyes wandered over the group of people surrounding you as you sat down on the sand at yet another kegger that your friends forcibly dragged you to. Not to say that you didn’t like spending time with them, it’s just that parties like this weren’t exactly your scene. It was loud and chaotic, and you had never been one for drinking. That should’ve been enough for you to just refuse their invite altogether, opting to sit out and spend the night on your own in your room. But there was something that always drew you in. Or rather, someone.

Sarah Cameron. The girl who you’d been in love with for longer than you could remember. Just knowing that there was even a chance that you could see her kept drawing you back to the scene that you hated over and over again. But it was all worth it just to see her.

What you wouldn’t give to be able to have a chance with her. And in another life you just might’ve gone for it. But this was reality. She was a Kook princess and you were just a Pogue. You knew that Sarah would never even spare you a second glance, and if you did ever try asking her out, there was a very good chance of her laughing in your face. You knew it would never happen, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to move on.

“Someone’s distracted. Whatcha looking at?” Kie said as she sat down beside you, trying to track your gaze.

She sighed, nudging you with her shoulder, and you knew that she had caught you staring at Sarah yet again. “Still? You know it’s not gonna happen, you’ve even said it yourself. Why don’t you at least try moving on?”

“I’ve tried. Believe me. At this point, I don’t think it’s possible. But y’know, I’m completely fine suffering in silence and daydreaming from afar. It’s not so bad actually.”

I never knew manta rays were so big 'til I got high and had to Google it

I'm not obsessed, the feeling's just there and I'm tryin' hard to forget you

Tryin' hard to forget you

Your friends all knew about your infatuation with Sarah, much to their dismay. But no matter how hard they tried to convince you to hate her like they did or to get your heart set on someone else, you just couldn’t shake your feelings for her. Was it possible to be in love with someone you’ve never even talked to?

“Look, I’m just saying that at this point, it’s kinda getting a little creepy. You’re practically obsessed with her,” JJ said.

You sighed and rolled your eyes at him. “I’m not obsessed with her. You’re making me sound all stalkerish.”

“Oh yeah? Then how would you describe it?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

You shrugged, pondering the question in your mind for a few moments. “I dunno. Love, maybe?”

Kie almost choked on her drink as she turned to look at you. “Love? Seriously? Y/n, you’ve never even talked to Sarah! I doubt she even knows that you exist. No way are you in love with her.”

You fell silent at Kie’s words, knowing that there was no point in starting an argument over this with her. She could believe whatever she wanted to, you knew how you felt. You were absolutely, head over heels, in love with Sarah Cameron. Not exactly an ideal situation, but nonetheless, you couldn’t control your feelings. And painful as your feelings may be, you still couldn’t stop that fluttery feeling deep inside you every time she crossed your mind.

Your honey voice echoes in every noise

And I know this is just how it goes

I know, I know, I know, I know

“Hey! Wait up!”

You felt your heart momentarily stop when you heard Sarah’s voice coming from behind you. You so badly wanted to turn around and look at her, but you knew how awkward that would be. Still, you felt a small smile grow on your face just from knowing that she was nearby. That would have to be enough for now.

“Hey! Y/n!”

You froze. Did you hear that correctly? Did Sarah just say your name? You knew that you must’ve heard her incorrectly, but you still couldn’t stop yourself from turning around. And lo and behold, there was Sarah, heading straight towards you. Your mind raced with questions as she reached you, feeling your head spin from how close she was.

“It is y/n, right?” she asked, slightly out of breath from jogging to catch up with you.

“Uhhh… yeah! T-that would be me.” You cursed at yourself in your head for stuttering. The first time Sarah talks to you, and you’ve already made yourself look like an idiot.

“You dropped your wallet,” Sarah said, smiling as she handed it to you.

“Huh? Oh, uhm, thank you,” you replied, awkwardness consuming your entire being.

You reached forward to grab it from her and her fingers brushed against yours, making your knees weak and your stomach tie up in knots. You could barely believe just how easily that small of a touch had you falling apart.

“No problem! See you around,” Sarah said, a cheery smile on her face as she turned around and walked away.

My therapist will tell me that it's best to let it be

But I wanna light fires, I wanna explode, I wanna be everything you want to know

“What’s got you all giddy?” John B asked, glancing over at your jittery form.

Ever since that moment earlier today with Sarah, you could barely contain your excitement. Your leg kept bouncing, and you were smiling so hard your face began to ache. You just couldn’t stop replaying that moment over and over again, her hand barely touching yours. It was such a small, insignificant action. But to you, it was everything.

“I talked to Sarah!” you blurted out, uncontrollably squealing in excitement.

“Woah, what?! Okay, when did this happen?” JJ asked, his attention suddenly fixated on you.

“So, I was walking to the store when I heard someone calling my name. And then I turn around and Sarah is walking straight towards me!”

“Huh, so she does know your name,” Kie said.

You nodded excitedly. “Yeah! Well turns out that my wallet fell out of my pocket and she was just trying to give it back to me. But when she handed it to me, our fingers touched! That was hands down the greatest moment of my entire life!”

“Wow dude, you are whipped!” JJ said, nudging you with his elbow as he laughed.

You shrugged, a lovesick smile still on your face. “Maybe. But still, I’m making progress! I mean, this is the first time I’ve ever talked to her.”

Kie sighed, draping her arm over your shoulder. “Only because you dropped your wallet. I wouldn’t get too excited over that.”

You simply smiled in response. “Progress!”

But it's all for you, it's

All for you, it's

All for you, it's

Always for you

“Woah! You did what now?” Scarlet asked, staring at Sarah in shock.

“I stole their wallet so I could give it back to them!” Sarah sighed, resting her chin on her hands. “It’s insane, I know. But I just couldn’t figure out another way to talk to them. I didn’t wanna like come on too strong.”

Scarlet huffed, rolling her eyes. “Sarah, you need to get over this little school girl crush. They’re a Pogue, you can do so much better than that. What about Topper? He’s practically obsessed with you.”

Sarah shrugged, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Topper’s fine and all, but honestly, he’s kind of an asshole. And y/n is just so different. I’ve never met anyone like them before. They’re just so free, I can’t help but want to know more about them.”

“Look, all I’m saying is that if you associate with the wrong kind, certain people are going to get really upset.”

Sarah scoffed. “What, like Rafe? I don’t give a crap about how he feels. He can’t control me or my life, and if he has a problem with me liking y/n, he can go take it up with someone who actually cares.”

“Alright, I’m just warning you. Be careful, there’s all different kinds of freaks over on The Cut. You spend too much time over there, you're gonna get hurt.”

“Y/n’s not like the rest of them. They’re… perfect,” Sarah said, a dreamy smile overtaking her face.

It's all for you, it's

Never not for you, it's

All for you, it's

Still all for you

You practically clung to Kie’s side as your eyes nervously wandered the Island Club. You had all but begged her to invite you to Midsummer’s, knowing that you would definitely see Sarah here. But you hadn’t thought about just how out of place you feel at a fancy party, surrounded by Kooks who all eyed you judgingly.

You were in an outfit that was way too fancy for your liking, and probably cost more than your last paycheck. Kie had managed to convince her parents to buy it for you under the guise that you were going as her date. It took a lot of effort for Kie to convince you to even wear it, but you drew the line at the fancy shoes that you were supposed to wear with it, opting to wear your old beat-up converse instead.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Sarah said, smiling as she approached you.

Your face instantly grew warm as you blushed, both the unexpected attention and Sarah’s stunning appearance flustering you instantly.

“Not to come off as rude or anything, but why are you here? This doesn’t exactly seem like your style,” Sarah asked.

You would normally be offended by someone asking you a question like that, but with Sarah you could tell that there wasn’t any malice behind her words. She was just genuinely curious as to why you were somewhere so far from your normal setting. You couldn’t fight off your smile as you looked back at her.

“Oh, uhm, Kie invited me. Not sure why though, she practically dragged me here,” you said, trying your best to play it cool.

In actuality, the whole reason you were at this stupid party in the first place was to see Sarah, but you couldn’t say that without coming off as a creep. What she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.

“Not to be too forward or anything, but do you wanna get out of here? You look really uncomfortable. I know of a hideaway around here, shouldn’t be too crowded.”

Before your mind could even catch up to your body, you were nodding. Sarah smiled brightly and grabbed your hand, leading you through the crowd to an unoccupied porch that was far away from the commotion of the party. It was quiet. Peaceful. Just you and her. And it was the most magical thing you had ever experienced.

Wanna be your shining pearl, your one in the world, the type you wanna lean on

Wish I were something suited for that

“Everything okay?” Sarah asked, snapping you out of your faroff daze.

“Yeah, everything’s great. It’s just… a few days ago I didn’t even think you knew my name and now you're whisking me away from a party. It’s all kinda strange. But not in a bad way! I guess I’m just kinda confused is all.”

Sarah smiled awkwardly, a hint of a blush tinting her cheeks. “I guess I was just trying to find a way to talk to you. Just didn’t really know how.”

You smiled, feeling your stomach tie itself in knots. “You wanted to talk to me? Why?”

She laughed nervously, her gaze flitting away from you. “I just want to know more about you. You seem so carefree, so sure of yourself. You’re so different from all of my friends. I guess something just drew me to you.”

You felt your cheeks heat up in a blush as you looked down at the floor, her sweet words flustering you. Sarah stepped closer to you, and you felt her fingers under your chin, tilting your head back up to look at her. It felt like everything around you slowed as you took in every single detail of this moment. You had never been so close to her before. Somehow, she looked even more beautiful from up close.

She moved the hand she had on your chin to rest against your cheek, and you could’ve sworn that your heart stopped at that very moment. Something about being so close to her and having her touch you, it was all so magical. You would’ve been convinced you were dreaming if not for the gentle feeling of her breath against your skin as she leaned closer to you. Your mind could barely process what was happening, and before you knew it, her lips were on yours. And it was like everything else around you disappeared, and nothing else mattered except for you and her.

I skip every song that won't remind me of you 'cause if it doesn't

It's not worth the time, I wish I had more time with you

“Sarah! Where are you?” a voice called from behind you, startling the two of you and forcing you to pull apart.

Sarah’s eyes widened as she looked over your shoulder. “It’s Rafe. I- I should go. I don’t want him to see…” she trailed off, but you knew what she was about to say.

“You don’t want him to see you with me. That’s what you were going to say, wasn’t it?” Your face fell as you took in her slightly panicked expression. Maybe she really was ashamed to be seen with you.

Sarah quickly shook her head. “No! It’s not that, really it’s not. He’s just so judgemental, and he hates Pogues. I don’t want him to say something to upset you. I’m really sorry, but I have to go.”

You reached out and grabbed her hand to stop her after she started to walk away. “Hold on, shouldn’t we talk about this? It doesn’t have to be right now, but I don’t want this to be a one time thing. I really really like you, Sarah. I don’t want whatever this is to be over before it even started.”

Sarah smiled and walked back over to you, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “I’ll find you later, and we can talk about everything. But I really have to go now. I’ll see you around.”

You stood there as she walked away, still in awe from everything that had just happened. Sarah Cameron, the girl you had been in love with for years, had kissed you. It was better than you ever could’ve dreamed, and you couldn’t wait to see her again.

I wanna be your everything

Wanna be more than what I am in general

Don't tell me that this means anything

I promise I understand

It had been a few weeks since Midsummer’s, and suddenly you and Sarah had started hanging out more and more. Somehow, whatever this relationship that you had with her was had ended up being kept a secret. It was kind of exhilarating in a way, sneaking around together and climbing through each other’s windows. It almost felt like a forbidden romance, despite being not so forbidden. And as much fun as sneaking around with her was, you wanted more.

You wanted something real. You wanted to be able to tell your friends about her and to be able to call her your girlfriend. You wanted a real relationship with the girl of your dreams, but the longer things stayed a secret, the more unsure you became about whether she actually wanted all of that too. Maybe you weren’t all that far off thinking that she was ashamed to be with you.

You laid on your bed, Sarah’s head resting against your chest and your fingers intertwined with hers. You couldn’t help but smile as you looked down at her. Sometimes it still felt like you were living in a dream. But you knew that you had to wake up sometime.

“Hey, Sarah?” you asked, pulling her attention to you as she sat up to face you.

“Yeah?”

You sat up too, pulling your hand away from hers, not missing the way her smile faltered at the action.

“What are we? I mean, I know that there’s something going on between us, but I’m just not sure what. You say that you want me, and yet we’re still keeping whatever this is hidden. I just want to know if I’m wasting my time or not.”

She smiled softly and reached out to grab your hand again. “You’re definitely not wasting your time. I do want this, and I do want you. I just wasn’t sure if you’d want to go public about it. My friends aren’t exactly the nicest towards Pogues, I just didn’t want you getting hurt.”

“Sarah, I don’t care what your friends think of me. You’re all that I care about. And I want to be with you, no matter what anyone else says.”

“Is this your way of asking me to be your girlfriend?”

You smiled and kissed that back of her hand. “I guess that depends. Would you say yes?”

But it's all for you, it's

All for you, it's

All for you, it's

Always for you

“Where is y/n? They’re never this late!” Pope said, opening his phone to check if you had texted him.

“Chill out man. They probably just overslept,” JJ said, nudging Pope with his elbow.

“I don’t know, I mean this is so-,” Pope said, only for you to inadvertently cut him off.

“Hey guys! Sorry I’m so late! I had to pick up someone. Speaking of which, this is Sarah, my girlfriend,” you said, smiling brightly as you walked over to your friends, hand-in-hand with Sarah.

“No fucking way,” JJ said, looking over at the two of you in disbelief.

“Hi!” Sarah said, waving awkwardly as your friends all gawked at her. She leaned over and whispered to you, “Why are they all staring at me?”

“Probably because they don’t believe that we’re actually together,” you replied, laughing softly at the dumbfounded looks on your friends’ faces.

“Do you blame us? You’ve talked about her nonstop for years, and all of a sudden you’re together! It’s a little hard to take in,” Kie said, still looking between you and Sarah in shock.

“Years, huh?” Sarah asked, a teasing smile on her face.

“Oh, shut up! She’s over exaggerating,” you said, glaring daggers at Kie who just burst out laughing at your response.

“No, it’s fine. I’ve been dreaming about you for years too,” Sarah said with a smile, leaning in to kiss you.

Even after all this time, you still couldn’t believe that you finally had her. It still always felt like a dream. But this time you were sure that you were never going to wake up.

It's all for you, it's

Never not for you, it's

All for you, it's

Still all for you

[lousirs]

I really love your art!!! Ever time I see it it feels so exciting!!! Thoughts on mpas/tmpass? I also really adore how you draw Mr. Peabody!!!

thank you very much!! such kind words <3

ooh, i have quite a few thoughts about both, sorry if i start rambling a lot xD (i probably won't mention everything)(we'll be here for years)

both of them have good parts and bad parts, to be honest (as does most things) and i'll yap extensively about it under the cut:

like, i've watched the three versions of peabody and sherman, and i think the film has the best dynamic of the two? it's just this honestly pretty wholesome depiction of a single father raising a chaotic but well-meaning child, and struggling with how others treat him due to his identity. big ol' comfort film for me (cause i've been in sherman's position), and has been for a while. also love the little call backs to the classic... i own the artbook to this film, and it really does feel like a respectful adaptation, love to see it.

though, some of the ideas are a little muddled, like... i get that one of the film's messages is about allowing your kid to grow up and be independent (whilst still giving support, of course) but peabody was out here like "here, my son, drive this high-tech time travelling machine" by the end of the film xD. i get that they were working together to sort out the wormhole issue, but sherman is seven (and a half)... a big responsibility to put onto such a young kid to drive that thing (even if he wanted to). it's like if peabody gave sherman the keys to his car and told him to have a test drive lol. amusing, but confusing.

also penny. i don't like her at all xD. i hate that sherman went from "she hates me! and i hate her!" to "ooh i wanna see her brush her hair~" like. what. she was insulting your dad for something he can't help, and choking you 10 minutes ago (they should've been friends by the end of the film, not love interests). penny is the reason the conflict with grunion happens in the first place, and she basically gets away with bullying sherman. realistic? sure, they would likely believe the innocent smart girl with a traditional family over the new boy with an non-traditional family, but she seems to have no remorse for what she did. like, one scene that irks me is that she brought up the whole grunion thing to peabody with sherman (who didn't know about it) also there, and blames peabody for it happening. i think the line was "if you're such a great dad, then why is ms.grunion trying to take sherman away?" or something... she started ALL of this happening by her jealousy of sherman knowing more than she does, and then blames peabody after sherman bit her in self-defense?? yikes girl.

i at least love that peabody is 100% done with her. same, king.

as for tmpass... i love the art of it, especially the backgrounds and colours. heck, i've taken inspiration of the backgrounds for my own art (shoutout to sylvia liu) and the animation is very unique and expressive. and i love that they have all these outfits for peabody and sherman too. and that secret agent episode ruined my life in a good way xD. and that apocalypse episode was fun too. yesss give me that one-eyed crazy canine

(also love how the tmpass tumblr's last post was just "mr.peabody is a homosexual" and then just. left. fuck yeah honestly)(thank you for confirming tmpass team)

buuuut ehhh the show is kinda hit or miss for me :') at least it's entertaining lol

i've seen other people bring it up, and i agree: they treated peabody so harshly in this show. like, he's been through enough with the discrimination bs, and yet there were multiple episodes of him lowkey having a mental breakdown because something doesn't go right or he's overwhelmed by everything, and it's sad to watch. i think sherman's chaotic energy rubbed off onto him too, cause he also lost half of his braincells and his going crazy ahh going stupid ahh. take that dog to therapy

i think the film had peabody at his best, ngl. i love the classic, i love how snarky he is, how he's basically playing god with how he's able to bend logic to suit him xD. but idk, the film balances this sass and intelligence with something more wholesome and sweet. i like. tmpass made him a little too chaotic for his character, me thinks... sherman is fine in all versions though. no matter what it just works for him lmao. go lad!

aaaaaand i get that tmpass is it's own separate thing, but there's two things that really irk me about it when you think about the other versions:

so in the classic, the wabac machine was made as a gift for sherman's birthday, so he could get more running room. heck, peabody even altered the machine so that sherman could understand the historical figures, and the historical figures wouldn't be rude to him. it was honestly such an adorable main part of their dynamic. AND THEN TMPASS CAME ALONG AND WAS LIKE "hey so what if peabody made the time machine BEFORE sherman and his main inspiration was this RANDOM SAUSAGE MAN". whyyyyyyyyy!! peabody originally made it for sherman, and tmpass stripped away that nice moment!! and how does a sausage man have anything to do with the wabac?? oh, he didn't give up on making sausages?? good for him?? i don't know how that inspired peabody. maybe bro was just hungry, idk.

i really don't get why peabody has foster parents in the show... it's explained in the film (which tmpass carries on from) that peabody came from nothing, no one wanted to adopt him, so he made a life for himself. king got on that GRIND. he even says something like "and now, i want to give him (sherman) the one thing i always wanted. a home", implying that he never had it when he was younger. but then in tmpass he has foster parents? and he DID live in a home? not even the dog shelter, mind you. but an actual house. somehow these two feral dogs got a house? meanwhile peabody was fighting to get custody of sherman and to keep him around?? unless those foster parent dogs HAD owners??

i can get by him having a great great great great ... uncle (duke) because idk, perhaps he did an ancestry tree test one day. but the foster parents thing just doesn't click with me, sorry to say.

but idk, maybe this is some alternative universe peabody cause bro has blue eyes in tmpass and green in mpas.

...my god do i yap. no one ever ask me to talk about that dog and boy again-- jk please do i need to dispose my insanity somewhere

[sugar-omi]

Hope you don't mind another prompt from me, since my first one when you mentioned the hangman moment 'Growing', I thought it would be a very fun thought experiment to reverse the scene and it's gn!mc who writes the phrase down, and Cove is the one to guess it. I take hangman very seriously (bc it's my favorite pass-time activity) so I'm very quick with it but I could imagine Cove taking some more rounds to guess until he finally gets the full result. :D

tags : fluff, step 2, re-imagined "growing" moment

synopsis : you flirt with cove in a game of hangman

maybe its the heat that makes you so bold, or maybe its mistake number 5,796 that only 13 year olds can make at this time; but with cove's suggestion to play hangman, you decide to share one of your many thoughts on cove, your neighbor and crush...

you sit back down with a paper and pen in hand. "mind if i go first? since you picked the game..."

cove nods.

you hum and think for a minute, tossing back and forth ideas before you finally settle on it.

it's a bit embarrassing, and you feel a wave of heat wash over you, but you just blame it on the weather.

sketching out the lines for the hangman and your quote, you turn it around for cove to start guessing.

your heart pounds as cove starts guessing, although his first guess makes you laugh.

"z?"

you laugh for a bit, leaning on your bed as you take in cove's answer. wiping away tears you look at him with a grin. "z? wha- *laughs* what makes you guess z?"

cove smiles lazily, happy to make you laugh. he shrugs. "gotta take out the hard options."

you shake your head, drawing a shaky circle for the hangman's head. "you're silly. consider starting with vowels instead."

you pause for a moment, wondering if you're giving yourself away.

you didn't exactly think about how cove would react to the compliment once he guessed it.. would it be okay if he didn't guess it?

he'd probably ask what it was if he failed... would you tell him?

you chew your lip, startling when cove catches your attention.

"y/n?" cove tilts his body to the side, looking at you.

you smile weakly. "nevermind, just dying in this heat."

cove blinks but plays along with you, grinning as he makes a comment. "me too. i think i'm stuck to the floor now."

you throw your stuffed cat plushie at him. it didn't hurt him, the cat is the size of his hand at best. he just laughs and fluffs it into shape.

"imma have to charge you rent then." you grin wolfishly when cove asks how much. "twenty."

cove rolls his eyes, his cheeks a bit flushed as he thinks about it. "still can't believe my dad did that..."

cove looks down at the paper, telling you his answer again before you get too distracted.

you lick your lips, adding "O" to the line.

you smile at him, continuing where you left off. "yeah, it was kinda weird.." you twiddle your fingers, looking at your lap as cove takes a bite of his sandwich, thinking about his next guess as he waits for you to continue or not.

mumbling a bit, realizing the heat must have some kind of bug in it since you're so... sentimental today.

"i'm glad he did it anyway. you're not bad for twenty dollars." you smirk, trying to ignore your racing heart and covering up your fluster with jokes.

cove rolls his eyes and laughs. there's still a blush on his cheeks, your words still warmed his heart.

"good. there's no refunds." he plays along, looking at you through his lashes.

"damn. i missed the return window, huh." you curse to which cove laughs, telling you his next guess.

"p!"

you bite your lip, drawing the letter.

as you go on playing, joking and laughing as well as focusing occasionally when cove contemplates his next move.

he's... close. although not without sacrifice.

he lost the first and second round, with only 3 letters correctly guessed on the board in the first round and somehow finished the second round with 2. now it's you're third round, and his hangman is close to his end, unfortunate for him.

the hangman only has 2 legs and an arm left, and cove has finally decided to take your game seriously instead of laughing and joking with you.

you're really nervous now, since he's getting really close..

YOU A_E CU_E

cove looks confused at what it could be, but taking his former experience into account he guesses the next few letters.

"r?" cove phrases it like a question, tilting his head like a puppy.

you draw it, twisting the pencil as he takes the final guess.

"t..."

you swallow, drawing a shaky letter 'T'.

'YOU ARE CUTE'

the silence stretches between you two, and you look up from the paper to greet cove's flushed face.

he's covering his face with his hands and you look down at his lap to see his glasses are hanging off the plush cat's head.

you try to think of the plushie with glasses that actually fit, its a way to distract you as you wait for cove to respond but it just makes you blush when you realize it'd just look like cove that way...

jesus fucking christ... you drag your hand over your face. cove takes up so much of your thoughts...

you look up at him, still covering your mouth with your hand, and you mumble loudly enough for him to hear. "...a penny for your thoughts?"

cove squeaks, clearly lost in his thoughts.

it makes you happy though, since he hasn't run away it must be a good sign right?

he peaks at you from the gaps of his fingers. the shadow casted over his face makes his eyes pop, cove's brilliant blue irises making your stomach flutter with the way he looks so flustered by your written compliment.

you startle, almost missing his question.

"you mean it?..."

you blink, swallowing. suddenly your mouth feels dry... in the end you nod, and muster up a couple words.

"yeah. i do." cove squeaks at your answer.

you can't really see it, but cove's hands part in a way that allow you to see the smile forming on his face.

it makes you smile too. this is good right? you're suppose to start feelings... things. at this age, so this is okay. especially if its cove.

cove finally comes out of hiding, trading covering his face for twisting the arms of the cat plush in his lap. he must have braced himself enough to give his own compliment without hiding, at least if tilting his head down and glancing away didn't count.

"i uh... i think you're cute too..."

you're blushing, and you bite your lip to stop the elated grin from taking over your face.

yeah, this is definitely okay.