#chilli-bot

[floofrights]

Chilli turned herself into a robot, funniest shit I've ever seen

bonus adult chilli sketch cuz I felt like drawing her again eee

[digitalbyte357]

It’s here! Today is Christmas Eve! 😊☃️ Finishing off the Christmas drawings of this year, here is a drawing of some video game characters in holiday outfits (or is already is a holiday themed character like Jack Frost). Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas! 😊☃️🎄

[frosty-tian]

Suggestion to pal @nukenai.

Prika and Ember friendship.

[slowdivinqs]

Magnetism

Joel Miller x f!reader

joel photo by dinasawrus on pinterest, banners by cafekitsune

Summary: Having a steamy make out session behind the Tipsy Bison with a certain soft spoken Texan.

Warnings: 18+! There’s NO actual smut, just the make out session. Hidden relationship vibes ( they don’t wanna be caught ). Images in the header are just for aesthetic purposes. Subby Joel vibes but also not, we got a mix of both. Soft!Joel and Jackson!Joel. Can imagine either Pedro or Game Joel.

A/N: I’m back! I was so shocked by the love on my last fic, thank you so much! This one is really rushed and quick - the idea came to me because of a reel on instagram. Yeah.

Do not copy or repost my fics anywhere! No AI bots either, I will find you

Tommy’s put on Alice In Chains again for the fifth time Tonight.

Joel groans against you, but not like how he’s been groaning for the past 20 minutes. He’s irritated this time.

“Goddamnit. Someone oughta knock him over the head.” Joel mutters breathily, scowling at the back entrance to the bar like Tommy will sense his ire through the exposed brick and wood.

You take the time to admire his roused hair. Your head hits the outside wall of the Tipsy Bison with a soft thump, and your eyes are hazy and heavy from the sight of the man in front of you.

Joel Miller. Thee scary, grumpy, tense, asshole, tommy’s-goddamn-brother Joel Miller.

He’s a sight to behold. Flushed cheeks and, cutely, ears. Messy hair from your fingers and unbuttoned collars of typical flannel shirts.

All because you’ve been kissing him. Like teenagers, actually.

You’re not sure why you’re still standing outside the bar in the chilly air instead of being buried under his warm body screaming his name.

Well, that’s a lie. You do know.

It’s the sound he makes when his lips caress yours, the little sharp intake of air through his nose as he tilts his head to the side; nose poking your cheek. The way he groans as you bite his plump bottom lip when you dance your tongue back and forth with his.

The way he holds your waist like you’re all he’s ever wanted like he’s a man obsessed, possessed. Whatever you want to call it.

Your hands come up to rest just under his jaw, cupping behind his ear, and feel his hair tickling the tips of your fingers - guiding him back to look at you.

“Pearl Jam sounds the same sometimes,” you say to him, looking at his kiss swollen lips.

“You must be losin’ your hearin’, darlin’ girl.”

He looks drunk. Not just from Seth’s conspicuous beer, but from your kisses. His eyes are soft-blown wide, locking onto your eyes with a haziness that implies they actually want to flutter shut like they have been doing the moment your lips touch. His eyebrows are semi-lifted, not set in their usual, gravity-demanding scowl.

You run your thumb over his jaw, pulling him back to you so lightly it seems like magnetism. His brows furrow, eyes give in and flutter before he’s molding his lips against yours like it’s a drug. Groaning against your mouth as he rests his clenched fist on the wall just above your head. His other hand coming up to the soft skin underneath your jaw.

The sound of you kissing - the little smack and strangely erotic sound of salivating mouths moving together. His soft moans and heavy breaths pushing against your skin as a huff.

You don’t blame him, you feel drunk on this too.

The weight of your arms feels heavier when you lift them to wrap around Joel’s shoulders. Those damn, broad shoulders. You can feel the muscle of them along that soft inner part of your forearms, Can feel them shift and move as he leans in closer to wrap his arms around your waist and leave no atoms between you, his lips against yours like a lifeline - like it kills him every second they’re not.

He fucking moans when you grip the awkward-length hair on his nape.

You’re broken out of the haze by your screaming lungs, pulling away with a wet smack as you pant. Your fluttery eyes - damn it’s contagious - see your breath move through the cold air. The image of how your make-out must’ve looked from the third person, big bad Joel Miller kiss-drunk and desperate - your panting breaths mingling in the air around your faces as you two make kissing seem like something that is as erotic as straight sex outside of the Jackson bar.

You feel the arousal zing through your body before it drips out of you.

His scruff nuzzles against your neck, leaving the same burn you feel around your lips and cheeks. Everything is tingly.

“Joel, someone is going to come out here,” you whisper into the chill. Those lips of his don’t stop their sloppy caress of your neck, making you turn in his direction and try to contain a little noise you know will make him reckless.

He whines - whines - against your neck, not stopping his ministrations, only pulling back to kiss you again, eat you like it’s what he’s been waiting for his whole life.

“Then come back to my place“ he murmurs, but he’s lost in the haze. Almost as if he’s finally reached that hazy high from your mouth that he keeps coming back for.

You melt into him again, pulling him closer until you can feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest against yours. He’s practically a wall you’re holding onto. Breathing in and molding your mouth around.

There’s a loud squeak and a bang as the bar door opens and knocks against the wall, your hands are still around Joel’s neck as you both look over in surprise. Moments later Tommy’s thrown out right on his ass, which makes Joel laugh immediately.

Tommy looks over with a scowl before looking back to his friends who threw him out.

“C’mon guys!” he huffs, still on the ground

“You’re banned from the jukebox.” Seth grumbles before slamming the door right in Tommy’s face.

It looks like Tommy might go rogue, start a revolution against dictatorship of jukeboxes, but ultimately decides to take his comical frustration out on Joel.

Tommy turns to look at the both of you. Joel is still chuckling slightly, wiping the corner of his eye, still standing right up against you.

“Shut up. You’re busy suckin’ face when I needed backup.” Tommy huffs, wiping stones and dirt off his ass, grumbling to himself, glaring at the door - similarly to his brother - like he could take control of the jukebox with his mind and play Alice In Chains again like a poltergeist.

“Priorities, brother.”

Tommy lovingly gives Joel the finger, before grumbling and walking home, a hand on his probably bruised backside.

Tysm for reading! If you enjoyed pls lmk as well as reblogging! ◡̈

[mayday2007]

Perfect

Badass!Daryl x badass!fem!reader.

Warnings: mentions of Daryl's home life(beatings, blood, bruises)

Genre: fluff with slight angst

A/N: This is my first installment of the badass!Daryl x badass!fem!reader story? Au? I don't know what to call it, but I'm happy to post it because I want to know whether or not this is going to be as big of a success as my most recent drabble called love progression, which you can find if you click the link. It may not seem like much to some more experienced writers, but for me it's a huge deal. Anyways, like comment and reblog to support me, love ya!🥰

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The late summer breeze drifted through the air, gently swaying the trees as it did. Mother nature was bringing an end to the scorching Georgia summer and was making way for a chilly autumn.

You were standing out on the plain of grass at the front of your highschool, having only just graduated, and you were more than ready to get the hell out of there alongside your boyfriend, Daryl Dixon.

You and Daryl had known eachother since the penultimate year of middle school, and you've been friends ever since. You know all about his home life, about the death of his late mother, his poor excuse of a father, and his asshole brother, who seems to care less about his brother than his own health, and that is an extreme low. You know about what his father does to him on a regular basis, beating the poor bot black and blue, not caring about his own son's health and wellbeing.

Daryl has come to you on more than one occasion, needing your help in medical attention. He'd climb up your fence, reaching your bedroom window and knocking on it, praying that you were still awake and ready to help. You always were, ready to put anything on the line for him. You'd tend to his wounds, cleaning up the semi-dried blood off his scarred body, sobbing quietly every time.

Now the two of you are dating, and there's nothing in the world that could pull you apart. Thanks to the fact that you're both graduates, you can move on with your new adult lives, together. Daryl has told you that he wants nothing more than to spend the rest of his days with you over and over, and you've told him the same.

You look at Daryl and smile at him before the photographer takes the class picture to put on the wall in the reception, a school tradition that went back years before you and Daryl were born. He gave you a small smile back before turning his attention to the camera man, who was asking all students to look forward and smile. You could see in your peripheral vision the people around you smiling broadly and you did the same, though you imagined that Daryl's wasn't, and the thought somewhat amused you, making your smile slightly more true.

After the picture was taken, the students were free to go home and relax, so you began to leave. Before you could make it out, someone grabbed your arm and began to pull you backwards. You whipped your head around to see who it was, alarm evident on your face, only to see your boyfriend, which made you smile softly as he tugged you along with him, leading you somewhere.

Eventually, you left the large group of both students and teachers, and headed down the alleyway leading to behind the dumpsters, you usual make-out spot.

"Daryl," you managed through a giggle. "Why are you bringing me here? We don't need to come here anymore. We can do this back at my place." Daryl sighed and turned to you, looking down at you with a serious expression that shit you up instantly.

His expression softened after seeing yours, and he let a small smile creep onto his handsome face. "I'm bringin' ya here cuz I dunno where else to take ya." He said, though it made more sense to him than it did to you. "I jus', I dunno where ta do this where it'll be special, cuz ya deserve nothin' less than perfect." He said sincerely, looking at you with something you could only describe as pure love and adoration in his baby blues.

"Daryl," you said calmly, bringing your hand up to stoke his cheek lovingly. "I love you, but what on earth are you talking about?" He chuckled slightly, then put his right hand in his pocket and it stayed there.

"You, y/n l/n, are the sweetest, most prettiest, most kindest person on this planet," he began, keeping his gaze on you. "Ya make me feel like I ain't ever felt before, 'n I can't find nothin' that'll make me feel the same way ya do. I wanna make ya happy, 'n I know I ain't ever gon' be rich, 'n I can' give ya none fancy 'n expensive, but I can give ya all I have, 'n I hope tha's enough."

He then brought his hand out of his pocket, a small box clutched tightly in his scarred fist. You let out a small gasp and tears welled in your eyes as he dropped down on one knee.

"Y/n," he said, tearing up a bit himself. "Will, will ya make me the happiest man alive and become Mrs Dixon?" He asked, a genuine smile on his face.

You let out a happy sob as you nodded your head frantically up and down before squealing "Yes! Yes, yes I will!"

Daryl laughed in disbelief before sweeping you off your feet and twirling you in two circles before putting you down again. He giggled for the first time in a long time with you, looking into your eyes and nudging your noses together, allowing both of your tears if joy to mingle as the poured down both of your cheeks.

You then put both of your hands in his hair as you kissed his passionately, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to bask in the moment. When you pulled away, Daryl opened the box once more to reveal the ring to you. It was beautiful, the diamond in the middle shone brightly, and the smaller diamond surrounding it shone just as bright. He lifted you hand and slid the ring on your finger; a perfect fit.

You giggled once more, giddy with delight as you looked up at him once more. Then a couple of questions presented themselves in your mind. "Daryl, how did you know what ring size I was?" You asked him. He blushed a little before admitting to you what he had done.

"I measured yer finger while ya was asleep. Wrapped a piece of paper 'round it and cut it. Then went to the jewellery shop and they were very nice and showed me that you were size [insert]. So I got a ring that I thought that ya would like in that size and they said that if I didn't have 'nough money on me then, that I could always pay em back in small amounts in the future. I chose that option since I didn't have 'nough on me then." You smiled brightly, squeezing his hand tightly.

"What are we going to do about the wedding? Do we have to invite anyone?" He thought for a second, his hands now resting on your waist, his grip tightening as she thought. "What if we eloped?" He asked, looking down to gage your response. "Yeah, that way then we don't have to tell anyone, but it'll be pretty much set in stone that we're married. I like your style, soon-to-be Mr Dixon." You said with a smirk. "And I like ya attitude, soon-to-be Mrs Dixon." He said, copying your smirk as he chucked.

"When are we going to do it?" You asked him, kissing him in the cheek. "Hmm, how bout tomorrow?" He asked. "What, can't wait any longer?" You teased, lacing your fingers deeper into his dirty blonde locks. "Nope. No I cannot. I can't wait for the lifea me." He said matter-of-factly.

"Okay then," you giggled. "We'll do it tomorrow. We'll pack our things, go get something nice to wear and get married. Then we can leave. Sounds like a plan to me."

He hugged you closer to him as he leaned down further. "Sounds like a plan ta me,too." He said, almost capturing your lips in another kiss.

"I love you, Daryl." You said, closing your eyes.

"I love ya more, precious." He said, as he closed the distance between you.

[lets-try-some-writing]

Pursued

It's Halloween night, and Rafael is more than ready to settle in for the night at base with his friends. Unfortunately, Rafael is not so lucky as to rest peacefully. Instead, something darker has plans for him.

(In honor of Halloween, enjoy a little horror story I have composed for you lovely lot. Might not be for you if you can't handle suspense.)

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“Lights off.” Arcee cut the power with a firm but not unkind declaration. Rafael snuggled up in his sleeping bag, smiling as the smallest of the Autobots trecked further into the base, leaving him and his friends to rest after their night of running from door to door. There had been discussions about going home for the night, but after a lot of pleading from Miko, Optimus had seen fit to let them stay, for which Rafael was more than a little grateful. He’d rather not wake up to find half his goods from the night’s rampage around town gone and likely hidden away in his siblings dressers and lunch boxes. 

Being the youngest was the worst sometimes.

“Goodnight guys.” He called out softly, earning a series of murmured replies from Miko and Jack, who both seemed far too exhausted to mutter anything coherent. Rafael smiled, contented at the sound of their breathing as it eased and slowed. 

His mind calmed, his heart slowed in its previously nervous fluttering, and before long, Rafael found himself yawning. The dark void of the base’s roof was comforting enough that the pull of sleep didn’t feel far off. He was safe, in a base filled with his friends and guarded by some of the universe’s most powerful bots. Everything was fine.

He was fine.

His eyes started to close, and as they did, a faint murmur echoed in his mind. He couldn’t make out the words, not entirely. But just before he drifted off, a single sentence rang out crystal clear, almost as if spoken by someone right by his ears.

‘I will make you regret helping them.’

Fear shot through every part of his body in one jarring sensation that sent him all but careening to his feet. The floor was cold as he stepped out of his sleeping bag, and the darkness of the base felt all the more ominous. He wasn’t tired anymore, not in the slightest. Something was wrong. He couldn’t pinpoint quite what it was, not at first.

And then he looked around.

Miko and Jack were gone. Their shoes were undisturbed, and when Rafael hurried over to touch their discarded sleeping arrangements, he found that their sleeping bags were stone cold, as if they’d not been in them for some time, if at all. He couldn’t help but clutch one of Miko’s stuffed animals, the blue bear that normally hung from her belt. As he stood and looked around, the only light that he could see came from the dim glow of Ratchet’s console. There was no sound aside from his breathing, and it only served to make Rafael clutch the bear even tighter.

“Hello? Guys?” His voice rang out eerily, only serving to have his hair stand on end rather than comfort him. There was no reply to his plea. Not a sound or a whisper. It was all… silent.

His heart raced as he looked around, double checking to be sure he was seeing things right. Was he dreaming? It didn’t feel much like a dream. The air was too chilly, and the floor was far too cold against his feet. He was no stranger to nightmares, but none of them had ever felt quite like this. Not nearly so real. 

"This... this is fine. I just need to find one of the bots.” He attempted to reassure himself, pitching his voice up a notch with faux cheerfulness even as he fumbled to grab his glasses. Once they were firmly in place, he strapped on his shoes, socks forgotten in his relative haste, and made his way to the ground. 

He did not let go of Miko’s bear.

“Ratchet? Bee?” His voice rang out in the empty base as he moved, his small feet pattering as if in mockery of his own existence. The base had always felt like a second home, but given light only from the far off console, it felt as though he were intruding on the home of giants, or perhaps things not meant to be disturbed. 

He tried not to acknowledge the way his eyes threatened to well with panic induced tears as he passed the console and made his way toward the long hall leading toward the bots and their personal rooms. He’d never been in any of them, but maybe if he wandered that way, someone would hear him.

“Guys? What’s going on?” Again and again he called out as he walked. He received no response, not even once. And yet, the farther into the base he moved, the more uneasy he became. Where silence once reigned, there were now faint sounds, pattering in the dark that felt so much heavier than his own steps. For brief moments, he thought he saw the outline of Miko or Jack behind him, but travelling in the increasing darkness made him doubt his own eyes, poor as they were.

Louder and louder, the noises rang out. Rafael clutched the bear even tighter as he recognized the heavy marching of one of the bots. Eyes blazed in the dark, cycling and viewing the world like spotlights. He didn’t know who it was, but as bright blue eyes gazed down on him, Rafael felt nothing but fear.

“You should not be here. It is far past your bedtime.” Arcee’s voice echoed in the hall, but Rafael found no comfort in it as the spotlights grew nearer, her voice even louder.

“Let me take you back to your bed. You are up far too late.” Her shadowy form drew nearer, and as it did, her shining eyes let Rafael view small portions of her frame. As a clawed hand reached out for him, Rafael’s eyes widened in horror as he caught sight of so much red splattered across her fingers.

“Come now. Don’t be afraid.” Her voice was sweet, but Rafael didn’t hesitate to run. He dropped the bear in his haste, and in the brief moment he took to look back, he saw Arcee’s claws digging into the concrete where he once stood, the bear shredded between her talon like fingers.

“Rafael.” Her voice rang in warning, but he merely bit back a scream of terror as he darted around a corner, frantically searching for an escape. Her heavy steps thundered behind him, increasing in loudness and speed as he frantically searched.

“Rafael.” Another voice joined the chorus, another set of heavy steps getting in line with the march. Rafael’s breath came heavy and labored as he ran as fast as his legs could carry him, trying not to trip over anything in the void that spread out before him. What was going on? What was happening?

Why was Arcee covered in blood?

He shook his head, fighting back tears and sobs in equal measure as he felt along the wall, searching for a door, a vent, anything he could shove himself into to avoid his fate.

“RAFAEL!” He heard Ratchet and Bulkhead, and somewhere amidst their near-shrieking voices was the unmistakable binary of Bumblebee’s voice. They were all so close he could practically feel them, their feet so loud in hitting the ground that all else was deafening. Their glowing eyes lit the world around him, but as they did, he could sense them closing in. Why wasn’t he faster? He had to be faster!

He screamed and sobbed as Ratchet’s foot came about an inch away from squishing him into paste. He threw his arms up over his head, despite knowing it would do nothing as he ran. His glasses were barely staying on and his vision was blurry from tears. Their steps were so loud and their eyes so bright that everything was a mess of sensation. His lungs burned, his legs ached as his feet pounded against the ground, trying in vain to gain some sort of distance.

As their eyes all focused on him, Rafael could feel cold and cruel realization sink in.

He was going to die here unless he acted and did so fast.

Adrenaline coursed through his veins, leading Rafael to frantically use the lights of his prusuers to scan the walls.

There, a vent. It looked small, perfect for him.

He readied himself, taking in as much air as he could before he threw himself to the side, just in time to avoid Bumblebee’s foot colliding with his body. He skidded across the ground, watching as the spotlights started to scatter, searching for him once more. Rafael didn’t take more than a second to recompose himself, uncaring of his bruised knees and side as he crawled to the vent. He silently thanked Miko for undoing most of the bolts in order to get around as he tugged on the thin metal covering, forcing it open.

He just about threw up in sheer terror as every single one of the bots focused in on the source of the sound, watching as Rafael shoved his body into the small tunnel to escape their gaze.

“Come back out here, you little-!” He didn’t know who was talking; all he knew was that it was deafening as he crawled deeper into the vent, desperate to get away. Everything hurt, and his head pounded from the constant noise. He could hear the bots chattering behind him, one of them screeching in outrage. His body shook in primal terror as one of their eyes glared into the vent, lighting up the entire space for a brief moment before what he could only assume was a curse escaped their mouth.

He didn’t stop. No matter how much his body ached, he forced himself to crawl ever deeper. He was cold, his knees were bleeding from his brush with death, and his head rang from the screeching of his pursuers. But on he went, not stopping until he’d gone through enough twists and turns to feel even somewhat safe. He paused by a vent cover, not sitting too close for fear of being grabbed but still near enough to wait for light that didn’t come from watching eyes.

Something was obviously wrong with the bots. Mind control, maybe? Or perhaps it was another Makeshift incident. It wasn’t them. It couldn’t be them.

It couldn’t have been real blood.

"Jack, Miko, please be okay.” Rafael shivered, his teeth chattering as he brought his knees up to his chest. He sniffled, wiping away mucus and snot that threatened to run down his face. He tried not to think about how much it hurt.

He just had to wait. Once morning came, he’d be safe.

“Rafael.” He heard his name again, this time softer, less cruel. But that fact hardly registered as he frantically threw his hands up to his ears, praying to every higher power out there that he wouldn’t be found.

He had no such luck.

“Rafael, it’s Optimus. I know you are scared, but you must listen to me.” No no no no no. He wasn’t dying here.

“Leave me alone!” Rafael screamed, trying to drag himself further into the vent. But before he could, the nearest vent cover was torn off, and the blazing light stopped him in his tracks. He turned to look, drawn in by the glow against his will. It was Optimus’s eye; that much was certain. But instead of glowing blue, it glowed white.

“I am here to help you, Rafael. I wish to assist you in escaping this nightmare, but I cannot do so unless you let me. Without your consent, the grip he holds over you is too strong for me to tamper with.” Most of the words flew right over Rafael’s head, but the sheer calming presence of the Prime eased him enough that for a brief moment, he felt safe again. Hesitantly, he moved closer to the opening, and as he did so, Optimus moved back.

As he stuck his head out of the opening, he looked down to see the Prime watching him quietly. The vent was right next to where he and his friends had been sleeping less than an hour ago. To him, it seemed more like a mockery than a relief.

“You will be safe with me, at least for a time.” Optimus held up a hand, but he did not smile. It was unnerving, but far less dangerous than the rest. Quietly, he slid from his safe haven and onto Optimus’s hand, watching the Prime fearfully as he carried them both toward the console. The faint glow of the device was a welcome comfort as it drove back the darkness.

“Listen to me, child.” Optimus’s voice was deep and almost guttering as he set Rafael down on the edge of the console. Their eyes met as Optimus stared down at him, blinding white, both a comfort and a deadly warning.

“On nights such as these, the Unmaker stirs. His essence runs with more fluidity, and those who have been touched by him are more susceptible to his designs.” Optimus’s eyes shifted, the delicate mechanisms turning like the facets to some grand key that Rafael could not comprehend. Still, he nodded as he tried not to focus too much on the noises of the bots slowly working their way back to the main part of the base.

“You were touched by his essence, and because of that, he has gained a degree of influence over your mind.” Optimus raised a finger, gently touching the top of Rafael’s head. It was soothing, but there was a lingering weight that left him itching to move as the Prime continued.

“I have used my influence to reach you in this place, but there is little else I can do.” The steps of the bots grew louder, and Rafael started to shrink in fear. He looked around, frantically searching for his pursuers. But Optimus’s words drew him back.

“Listen to me. Unicron feeds off torment. To escape this place, you must take a leap of faith.” The sounds grew closer. Rafael shook so much he could hardly process what Optimus was saying. What was he supposed to do?

“He will keep you here, trapped until you fight back. Face the doom that awaits you with honor, and he shall have no satisfaction.” He wanted to scream as Optimus stepped away from the console, the comforting light of his eyes fading as the Prime moved to stand at the far end of the space, observinging in silence.

“Wait!” He wailed in fear as the bots entered, their eyes all falling on Rafael like he was some sort of prey animal. Every single fiber of his being demanded he run, but as he looked over to the Prime, he saw Optimus mouthing the words over and over again, as if forcefully silenced.

‘Face the doom that awaits you with honor.’

He stood on the edge of the console, watching with tears blurring his vision as the bots gathered around. They stood like judges, staring into Rafael’s very soul as their towering frames crowded above him. The fear was overwhelming. He could already feel his heart pounding like a drum in his chest, threatening to burst from the stress of it all.

“No more running, little mouse.” Ratchet spoke up, and as he raised his hand above Rafael’s head, he saw blood staining his digits too. His legs shook, his body chilled. Time seemed to slow, and as it did, Rafael found himself presented with two choices.

The console behind him was clear. If he bolted, he could hide and run back toward another vent, hopefully escaping in time. He’d done so once; he could do so again. But if he ran... would it really change anything? Optimus said this was Unicron’s work. Could he really escape the power of a godlike entity?

Looking past his pursuers, Rafael saw Optimus watching, still as stone. And yet as he observed, his mouth continued to form silent words.

‘Face the doom that awaits you.’

Tears gathered in his eyes again. The urge to run felt like it was drowning him. But against every instinct, Rafael stayed still. He wiped the tears from his eyes and stared up at Ratchet’s hand as it began to lower. What if this was real? What if Optimus was wrong? What if this was where he died?

‘Face the doom that awaits you.’

The hand lowered. Eyes glowed brighter as laughter echoed all around him. And yet, whenever Rafael looked at Optimus, the words continued on endlessly. 

‘Face the doom-’

“Face the doom.” He murmured the words that ran on repeat in his head. They drowned out the laughter as Ratchet’s bloodied hand drew ever nearer.

“Face the doom.” He closed his eyes and rubbed his arms, trying not to focus on the dampness of his clothes that came from exertion. 

“Face it with honor.” His voice was barely a squeak, his entire body shaking like a leaf. But with all the will he had left in his soul, Rafael forced himself to stand still.

“Face it with honor!" In a burst of courage, he opened his eyes and glared just as the hand came down on his head. There was momentary pain, then blackness. For a brief moment, there was nothing except his screaming thoughts, telling him again and again that he’d failed and that this was his end.

Then he woke up.

He shot up with a gasp, clutching at the plush surface of his sleeping bag. His entire body was drenched in sweat, his breathing fast and erratic. And yet, as Rafael looked around in a daze, he saw that Miko and Jack were sound asleep next to him, both perfectly safe and at ease.

“You did well, Rafael.” Optimus’s voice washed over him like a soothing tide, and before he knew it, comforting white eyes let their gentle glow grace him once more. 

“The Unmaker shall trouble you no more. You have broken free of his grasp, at least for this night.” Optimus leaned closer, his face coming up near to the bars separating the platform Rafael was on from the rest of the base.

“Rest now. We shall ward off his foul machinations.” Optimus’s eyes flashed, a surge of colors and hues shifting into place before it returned to that chilling, and yet oh so calming, white. Despite the terror, Rafael found himself relaxing back into his sleeping bag, unusual exhaustion washing over him as the Prime sang a song he couldn’t understand.

“We have fought him once, and we will do so again. Be at ease, child of Earth. Your duty is done.” With those final words, Rafael again found his eyes closing.

And this time, there were no whispers.

[my-writings-and-musings]

Clawing my way out of depression with some incredibly silly Bumblebee x Reader, in which our beloved Scout is shrunk down to the size of a kitten via science magic and reader must keep him warm in their coat. Reader is gender neutral beyond having titties for Bee to huddle against. Read and join me as I defeat SAD with the power of silliness.

Shrunken Earthspark Bumblebee x GN!Reader

Rated PG for silliness, fluff and booby mention

Hunkering down at the abandoned warehouse you'd been told to wait in, you kept your eyes and ears on the horizon, hoping that the hum of familiar engines would cut through the howling wind and whirling snow before long. Though the air was frigid enough to freeze your breath, the bitter cold accounted for only a small portion of your desire to swiftly reunite with the team, as you had much bigger problems that you needed help with. Well, perhaps "bigger" wasn't the right word for it...

Standing atop the opposite end of the windowsill for his own vigil, Bumblebee looked remarkably alert and well composed for someone a fraction of their natural height. You supposed that his brush with Mandroid could have gone much worse; at least the device the scientist had escaped with had only shrunk the Scout, and done no further harm. It was a double miracle that you'd managed to find his tiny form amidst the knee deep snow of the battlefield. Rubbing your gloved hands together and trying not to stare, you told yourself that Wheeljack would be able to fix everything in no time, and that a few broken laws of physics would return your beloved bot to his usual towering height. Seeing him this tiny was just too strange, and not to mention unspeakably adorable.

A kitten-sized sneeze drew your eyes away from the snowy landscape out the window, and you looked over to find the Scout hugging himself through a dramatic shiver. "Bee? You okay?" you asked quickly, unable to help feeling far more protective than usual.

"F-f-fine!" he replied just as quickly, spinning around to face you. Digits trembling, he forced a shaky smile as he attempted to pass off crossing his arms as a casual gesture, though the tiny crystals of ice you noticed spreading across his frame gave him up just as readily. The poor mech sounded like he was seconds away from turning into a tiny Autobot popsicle as he shivered through every syllable. "Just a little... ch-chilly... B-but I'm f-fine!"

A number of realizations pinged through your mind at once; Bee must have lost a considerable amount of heat while buried in the snow, he was now far too small to regain said warmth, and he had no real idea how to stop himself from freezing now that he didn't have mass to protect himself. His pride had undoubtedly kept him from voicing the problem as it worsened, leaving you with a very tiny and very frozen Scout to thaw. "You're obviously freezing! Why didn't you tell me?"

"N-never been a p-problem before..." he replied as he gave in and started to shiver. Your heart twisted in pity, and you looked about as your brain raced to think of a solution, the lack of supplies leaving you with very few options. There was no way to build a fire, nor was there any power supply to start up the building's climate control, which was probably busted anyway. If only you had a tiny jacket to share...

"I need to get you warm; fast. Let me think... oh!"

The solution that came to you was very silly, and in a less life-threatening situation you would have thought it was quite embarrassing, but the prospect of saving your beloved Scout left no room for such doubts. Unzipping the front of your coat, you offered a hand for him to climb onto.

"Come here. You'll be plenty warm under my coat." you explained, figuring he'd fit perfectly between your shirt and the ample padding. Despite the chill, Bee managed a pink blush across his frozen cheeks, optics going wide in bashful embarrassment as he put together what you meant. It seemed that his pride hadn't shrunk with him.

"Y-you don't have-"

"Shush. At this rate, you'll freeze before our ride gets here" you insisted, voice growing a tad more urgent at his worsening freeze. Just watching his wings shake in time with his shivers made you care little for any kind of pride, including your own, and you used your concern to remain steadfast. Bringing your hand close enough for him to feel the warmth radiating from your glove made his resolve visibly waver. "So for now, my heat is your heat."

"Mmm..." he hummed in uncertainty, growing more tempted by the second. No bigger than a kitten and only slightly more intimidating, he cracked after only a few additional moments of hesitation, steadying himself against your thumb as he sat in your palm. He couldn't have weighed more than a pound, and you had to stifle a reflexive squee as he instinctively pressed himself into the warmth of your hand. A drooping of his optics made resisting that much harder. "Maybe just for a few minutes..."

"Of course." you said with a knowing smile. Gently sliding him into the opening of your coat, you just managed to avoid hissing as his frigid mesh settled against your shirt, though it was easy to ignore the discomfort when the tiny bot melted against you. With the outcrop of your breasts to support him, and the... "plush" of the area in question to keep him comfortable, Bee settled down as quickly as one would on a luxary mattress. Shivers dying down before your very eyes, the Scout rested his helm against you with the tiniest sigh. You had an undeniable urge to pet him as you whispered down into the little pocket of warmth. "There. Better?"

"Much... thank you." he murmured, looking up to meet your eyes with a smile as grateful as it was sleepy. Hoping he couldn't hear the resulting flutter of your heart, you pulled the zipper up a tad to keep the heat from escaping, grateful that your mammalian physiology could come in such handy. You'd have happily watched him rest his optics for hours, but a hum in the distance drew your gaze to the frosty window. Through the thick whirls of snow, your squinting eyes made out the faint outline of a familiar truck and aircraft, followed by a number of other vehicles you'd been hoping to see. The convoy had arrived.

"I think that's our evac, do you want-"

You went quiet at the sound of the tiniest snores you'd ever heard emanating from your coat, and as soon as your heart was done with its backflip, you found yourself wondering whether or not Bee would wish to be woken before his comrades saw him snoozing atop your breasts.

[midnight-mourning]

One Winter Night

❄️❄️Midnight's DCA December Day 8❄️❄️

I will catch up with these, I WILL CATCH UP WITH THESE I SWEAR-

sigh, sorry y'all secret santa has me in a chokehold bc I want to make sure I finish both on time, going to work on getting caught up asap though! Hope you enjoy ^-^

Prompt: Um... Maybe a meet cute as a request? 👉👈 Adult reader is out at a freshly snow-covered playground/park leaning on a railing that overlooks the city below or out at a lake and then city; and it can be either faintly snowing or a clear somewhat chilly night. It's around midnight or getting close to it when the DCA (be it single bodied or the canon duo/trio in separate bodies) find Reader on their way home after their own little excursion (maybe from a party or late night groceries/gift shopping or even just getting off late from work) and go check on them. Have a little chat about life, where the DCA were at, why Reader is there alone, a bit of nostalgia feel, and perhaps have it develope into exchanging numbers or Reader being invited over or silly snow filled shenanigans (like a game of chase, snow angels, swinging and jumping into a pile of snow, maybe even a snowball fight) around the playground/park started by one accidentally getting snow on the other. Or even a mix of all three suggestions if it tickles your fancy Could be strangers meeting each other for the first time or childhood friends meeting once again after years a part from being on separate paths I hope this is an okay request, was trying to be a little specific but also vague enough to create easier 😅

Word Count: 2182

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The chill of the night burns against your cheeks and nose, but not in an entirely unpleasant manner. After all, you were choosing to be out here at this time of night. You found peace in it, the quiet that fell over the city after a fresh snow, something of a comfort against the never-ending hustle and bustle of your day to day. 

The night sky is clouded, snow falling gently in comparison to the storm that originally covered the landscape. You adjust your gloved grip on the railing, overlooking the water to the rest of the city across the way, the lights just a little dimmer tonight than usual. It's as if the city is actually sleeping, calmed by the winter weather. 

There's a silence to the air that one can only experience after everyone else has gone to bed, leaving only a select few to revel in it. You included, very much so. 

One would think with the amount of loneliness in your life, you wouldn't be seeking out more of it. They'd be wrong. There was a difference in being alone versus lonely, and in that particular moment, it was the former and not the latter you were feeling. 

The peace is disturbed by the sound of laughter down the street and turning slightly you recognize the origin as your neighbors. Or well, you live in the same building, but don't interact much besides a passing hello or nod. 

Animatronics, the two of them. Not uncommon in this day and age anymore. You'd never caught their names, but you had a pretty good guess based on their celestial appearances. 

One of them, Sun, you believe, must have caught you staring, as he raises his hand in greeting from across the street. 

Slightly embarrassed, you raise your hand back, hoping that'll be the end of the interaction. You're not great at making friends. Or small talk. 

To your—slight—horror, he says something to his companion, and they both start making their way over to you. 

"Good evening, friend!" The sunny one calls as they approach. "Why're you out so late on a night like this?"

The moon juts in. "What he means to say is, this weather is awfully cold for a human."

"Ah, yeah. It is. I um,"—you can't tell them that you're doing this to escape the crippling feeling of being alone during the holidays—"I enjoy it. You're um, the neighbors across from me, right?"

"That's us! Sun,"—the yellow bot gestures to himself—"And Moon." He points to the other animatronic, who nods.

You nod, sharing your name. "And what about you two? Why're you out so late yourselves?"

"Holiday party."

Sun holds up some bags. "Then gift shopping!"

"Oh! How fun." You nod, turning back to watch over the water.

"And what about you friend?"

You turn slightly. "What about me?"

"Any fun events coming up?" Sun leans forward, unintentionally breaking your bubble. But you let it slide because well, you're not sure. 

"Oh, um, not really, no." You chuckle, eyes flicking to the side. 

Sun gasps, but not in a mocking way, more in genuine surprise, and upset. "What? Don't tell me your friends aren't doing anything fun! It's the holidays! Why I outta-"

Moon puts his hand on his counterpart's shoulder, but that doesn't stop his muttered grumbling. 

It makes you giggle, but your inner sadness drips through, and unfortunately doesn't go unnoticed, with both animatronics tilting their heads at you, slight concern in their stares. 

It's a bit too much for you, especially from two people who are practically strangers to you. 

You bite your lip, feeling a little pathetic in that moment, but lying isn't your style. Not to mention, you feel for some reason inclined to share with these two, even if you are a bit embarrassed. 

"To be honest, I don't, have too many friends. None that I'm close enough for that kind of thing. So I just kind of do my own thing for the holidays and it works out, alright, I guess." You realize yourself, you didn't mean to share that much. You try to save the conversation. "Which, is okay! I'm not super great with people anyway. Haven't been for um, awhile." That did not save the conversation, that did not save the conversation-

Laughter, clear against the chill of the night erupts from Sun. You're surprised, and peeking briefly at Moon you note his own confusion. 

Sun stops after a moment, looking to you, rays spinning. "Well, we'll just have to fix that, won't we?"

Before you can say anything, he's off, darting over to the playground, calling back at the two of you to join him. 

You feel a smile quirk your lips then, and with nothing better to do, decide to follow. Moon falls in stride with you. 

"We're not bothering you, are we?" He asks as you go. 

You put your hands up. "Oh no, not at all. Besides he's got me curious now as to what—"

Your answer is just short by a snowball to your chest. You blink, and scanning find the source peeking around the corner a part of the playset. Moon snickers, but is soon pelted himself, causing him to grumble and you to laugh outright. He whips to you, and you cover your mouth to hide your giggles, but it doesn't help much. 

He starts to chuckle then, bending slightly to scoop snow off the ground. You start to shake your head. "Wait, wait that's not fair. Hold on—"

From there, it becomes an all-out war. No one is safe, especially not you. At times, you team up with either of the two. Sun dragging you with him to hide in part of the play structure, bodies close as you try to contain your snickering while Moon stands confused down below. Moon instead chooses to use you as a shield and less of a partner in crime, which, as Sun states is "Cheating!". 

But there's something in those moments, something that sparks a feeling in you that you haven't felt in a while, and not just in relation to your loneliness that's been eating at you for, a bit now, to put it lightly. 

There's a feeling in your chest that reminds you of being a kid again, running around on the playground, filled with an adrenaline you can only get from something like a snowball fight. And mixing with these stirrings in your chest while being around these two, well, you're more than warm enough for several reasons. 

Maybe it's the heat of your breath against the warmth of sun's chest as he holds you close with one arm. Maybe it's how Moon shoots you a grin everyone now and then when you catch each other's gaze. Maybe it's the squeeze they each give your hand that holds something you can't quite recognize as friendly, but anything more would be silly in your mind. Things like this can't happen in the span of an hour, and you'd be foolish to think otherwise. 

Right?

But when you trip and fall back into a pile of snow, dragging Moon down with you, and your eyes meet, your heart flutters in a way you don't know it ever has. 

It's only interrupted by Sun coming over, worry evident in his expression. He starts to help Moon up, only to be tricked, nearly trading places with the bot, but ends up on top of you instead. 

It shocks you both, eyes wide as you stare at each other. 

What makes matters worse is the way Sun's rays flick, eyes softening with a quiet. "Hi, friend."

There's something about it that makes your pulse quicken, heart pounding in your ears as you swallow. "Hi."

He seems to realize himself. "Come here often?" He tries to joke. 

"Not really, no." You breathe. 

A chuckle. "Pity. You should."

Your face is suddenly splattered with the remains of a snowball, which primarily hit the back of Sun's head. His expression sours, and when Moon starts to snicker is when the war begins again, Sun's hand tightly gripping your own as you follow his lead with your revenge.

When you become thoroughly cold is when you have to call it, but they don't seem to mind. In fact, to your surprise, they ask to exchange numbers, and you try to not be so eager to agree. You assume that'll be the end of it, but they invite you inside their home before you can get your keys inside your door. 

"It's the least we can do."

"We may have gotten a little carried away..." Sun's rays shrink, then perk up again. "But we have coco! And snacks!"

You laugh at their sudden shared bashfulness, and nod. "You're alright. That does sound lovely."

The inside of their apartment isn't to unsimilar from your own, you're not quite sure what you expected though. It's definitely much more festive than your place, warm lighting, many decorations, a tree decorated to the nines. 

It's not until you're bundled up in a blanket, borrowing a spare shirt and pants from the two—your clothes were totally soaked, they insisted—hot coco in hand as you chat and wrap gifts with Sun, that it hits you how nice this all is. There's music playing throughout the space, Moon is in the kitchen making something that smells amazing, and you feel just right at home. 

It, alarms you, for a moment. Just a few hours ago, you knew nothing about either of them, and yet here you are, feeling as if you've known them forever. You're talking about things you haven't shared with anyone, parts of your life you'd near forgotten about due to the lack of connection. And the thing is, it's not just you, both animatronics spill as many stories to you, about what they did before moving in, their friends, it all just flows in a way that shouldn't be possible. 

And yet. 

"Something the matter, Sunshine?"

You glance up, and Sun nods to the half wrapped present below you. "Are you tired? You don't have to stay any longer if you don't want to. Your clothes should be done by now."

His words are kind, but there's a melancholy that hits your core, because of how similarly it matches your own. 

"No!" You shake your head, taking a breath. "Sorry, no I'm, I'm more than alright, really."

Moon joins you finally, setting down a plate with really good looking food beside you on the coffee table, how did he even have time to make all that?

"Are you sure?" He asks. "I can always bag this up for you, if you'd prefer. We don't want to burden you any. You've entertained us more than enough."

Again, you shake your head. "No, it's not that at all. I just, if anything I,"—there's a tightening in your throat, come on, don't blow this, why do you feel like crying—"I don't understand why you're both being so nice to me. You have no reason to. I can't make sense of it." Your hands grip your head then. "And I just, I've never felt this way about anyone before and I feel like I'm going crazy and now I'm rambling, I'm sorry—"

You cut yourself off when a hand goes under your chin, tilting your head back to the night-themed bot on the couch behind you. And the breath leaves your lungs when he presses his smile to your lips for just a moment. 

Sun grumbles from across from you. "No fair! You're not even the one who had a crush."

"I do now." Moon answers, then focuses back on you. "If they don't mind, that is."

Your face burns. "I, well I um—" You stop, sitting upright again to look over to Sun. "Crush?"

"Oh big time. If you had any idea how thrilled he was to see you out and about earlier—" He's interrupt by Sun shushing him instantly, and the bickering that ensues between them makes you giggle. 

"You really mean that?" You ask once they settle down. 

Both nod. 

Sun puts his head in his hand. "I did have a crush, but, after spending the night with you I think it may have gotten worse. I'm sorry if you believe you were led here under false intentions, but we truly did mean nothing but the best."

"He's not really sorry he's just trying to gain sympathy." Moon mutters beside you. 

"I am!"

You laugh again. "It's okay, I don't mind."

And as the mood shifts again, somehow even warmer than before, you find that really don't. Whatever this is, even if it's only for tonight, only for this brief moment in your life, it doesn't matter. You'll treasure it all the same. 

But something about the way Sun laughs, and how Moon's hand rests on your shoulder tells you this won't be the end and is in fact, just merely the beginning. 

And you're more than content with that.

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This was fun, a lil angsty, but fun! I hope you enjoyed @zoranight16 and thank you so much for the request! Loved the vibes of it, tried to capture the feelings as best I could bc I love this kind of thing ^_^

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How about knockout secretly becoming friends with reader who is under autobot protection?

A/N: I’ve got these HCs about Knockout’s s/o being under autobot protection. This is a bit of a different thing though, and I thought it was different enough to warrant its own post. These ended up kinda long, because I got invested, lol

•You and Knockout met by total accident, when a few off your friends had dragged you to watch an illegal street racing competition

•You had snuck out without telling the bots so they didn’t know where you were, hence none of them were there to stop you from being a bit reckless and having a good time

•Your friends wanted pictures with the cars and when you got close to Knockout, you noticed the small-ish decepticon insignia

•You of course tried to get your friends away from him, because who knows what he might do if he recognized you as one the autobot’s charges

•Knockout honestly hadn’t been paying much attention to what any of the humans who were under the autobot’s protection looked like, so he didn’t realize who you were right away

•Your friends wanted to take a couple of pictures despite your protests

•Knockout of course told them “Watch the paint job, I don’t want any scratches” as they leaned against him to take the pics

•Your friends thought it was just the driver saying it from inside the car, but you knew otherwise

•Your friends went away to the next car, but you marched up to Knockout’s driver side window and started talking to him

•”Why are you here?” you asked him

•”To race, obviously. Why else?” he scoffed

•That’s when he took a better look at you, because you were obviously talking to him like you knew him

•”Oh, you’re one of the autobot’s pets” you could basically hear the smirk in his voice

•”I’m not anyone’s pet you idiot, they’re my friends” you retorted

•Knockout found himself enjoying your banter, but the friend comment made him somewhat jealous, he couldn’t really call any of the decepticons his friends, except for Breakdown

•That’s basically where your friendship begun, you talked for quite a while and before you realized, your friends had left and so had your ride

•”Dammit, I’m gonna have to walk home” you muttered as the crowd kept thinning

•You didn’t know anyone else there, and your friends had left you there, so you started walking

•Knockout didn’t really say anything as you left, but a couple of minutes later, he realized it was quite cold outside and human’s don’t handle it very well or at least that’s what he’d understood

•He didn’t want you to die because of the cold, because that would just invite retribution from the autobots

•It actually wasn’t that cold, but you did live on the other side of town, so you had quite a long way to go

•Knockout didn’t know where you lived, but he drove after you and offered you a ride

•”So you can kidnap me and take me to the Nemesis? No thanks” you told him as he drove slowly next to you

•”I’m not going to kidnap you. I’m just not giddy at the thought of you dying in the cold and us getting blamed for it”

•You stopped walking and considered it for a moment, you really didn’t feel like walking over 5km in the chilly weather, and it looked like it was about to start raining too

•”Fine, you can take me close, but I’m not telling you where I live” you sighed, and hopped into the passenger’s seat

•You gave him directions, as he talked about something or other

•Knockout tends to talk a lot when he’s nervous, so he just kept talking to you

•You laughed at some of his jokes and he also commented how your friends were kinda mean for leaving you there like that

•You couldn’t help but agree, and you started ranting about your friends and the idiotic things they did sometimes

•You didn’t understand why, but he was just so easy to talk to, and you didn’t need to hide your opinions/feelings about your friends from him or hear a lecture or anything like that

•You could just talk, and he would listen and also validate your feelings by telling you your friends were in fact assholes 

•Knockout stopped at the grocery store parking lot that you had guided him to, but even then you continued talking

•”I know this is probably a stupid thing to say, but thanks, I haven’t been able to vent like that in a long while”

•”No problem, it was nice for me too” Knockout admitted

•He had talked about what an aft Megatron was and how badly Starscream treated him, but it was kind of funny how the inner workings of the decepticon leadership reminded you of a high school mean girls clique or something

•You told Knockout you weren’t going to mention this to the autobots, because you didn’t want a lecture and there really wasn’t anything to tell, he hadn’t done anything bad

•Knockout decided to leave you his comm link number (idk how it would work, but I decided it’s like a phone) so you could contact him if you wanted to

•You wrote it down on the notes on your phone and hopped out

•He could see you waving in the rearview mirror as you walked away

•It was the start of a rather odd friendship, which was not without its problems, but you grew to be good friends and confidants

•Of course you had to keep the whole thing hidden from the autobots, the same way Knockout couldn’t tell any of the cons

[antiquatedsimmer]

Doyle Legacy 1890s - 1900s LOOKBOOK

Helena Doyle Harrington 1890s - 1900s

Babies first Lookbook!😀

Helena's upbringing was marked by poverty, stemming from the loss of her mother. This hardship led her to turn to prostitution for survival. However, her future husband Eddy, rescued her from a dangerous encounter with a violent client, allowing her to leave that life behind.

Together, they transformed an abandoned hunting shed into a functioning farm for their family.

Known affectionately as "Dove," Which is a pet name given to her since she worked as a painted lady. The color red became symbol for Helena since she adopted it as her signature, using the color to accentuate her vibrant hair and attract clientele during her time in the sex work industry.

Even after transitioning from a sex worker to a devoted wife I kept that color in mind each time she got an updated wardrobe.

The Harringtons lived poorly which is also why some of Helena's outfits seem out of date for time, she utilized her knowledge of previous decades sewing patterns to make clothes for herself.

I used up every outfit slot in CAS and I'd rather not overwhelm myself so instead I chose my favorites to share!

CC LISTED BELOW THE CUT

Thank you creators who put a lot of time and effort into making content then allowing all of us to enjoy it in our games as well! :)

If anything turns out to be credited incorrectly don't be afraid to contact me and I will correct it!

Helena Details: Teeth | Lipstick | Eyelashes | Eyeshadow | Non-Default Eyes | Eyebrows | Skintone ( Soft Rose Skin ) | Lip Preset ( N3 ) | Eye Preset ( 3 ) | Body Preset ( 4 )

The Painted Lady: Dress | Dress Fringe Acc | Hair | Boots | Torn Stockings

Soiled Dove Work Uniform: Hair | Bodice | Skirt | Boots | Torn Stockings

Everyday: Hair | Top | Wool Socks | Boots

Housework: Apron | Hair | Top | Skirt | Hair | Dirt Overlay | Wool Socks

Going Out: Dress | Hair | Hat | Gloves ( Basegame )

Wedding: Gloves | Hair | Veil | Dress | Heels

Formal: Dress | Hair | Heels | Hat

Party: Dress (The Eloise Dress)| Heels | Hat

Underwear: Outfit is BelleBoudoirSet by GildedGhosts(orig link is broken) | Stockings are Basegame

Sleepwear: Nightgown | Hair

Swimming: Bathing Dress | Shoes | Hair | Tights

Hot Weather: Lace Shawl | Boater Hat | Bodice & Skirt | Boots | Hair | Dirt Overlay

Hot Weather: Hair | Dress & Apron | Boots

Fall Everyday: Hair | Boots | Hair | Wool Socks | Fingerless gloves | Blouse | Skirt

Chilly Weather: Hair | Sweater Dress | Boots | Wool Socks

Winter: Headscarf | Boots | Wool Socks | Shawl & Apron | Scarf | Gloves | Hair

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Tag game!

Tag your mutuals!

Favourite movie: I have a few but one of my favourite movies would be the 2004 Phantom of the Opera movie

Favourite TV show: again, I have quite a few, but the main one would be Doctor Who

Favourite music artist: I love Queen. I don’t listen to them as much as I used to but I still love them

Favourite colour: pink 💕

Favourite season: autumn 🍂

Favourite book: Anne of Green Gables. I love the book and Anne is such an amazing character

Do you have any Funko pops? Yes. One singular Funko pop of Remus Lupin.

Do you play an instrument? Yes! Several actually but the one I’m best at is the guitar 🎸

Do you have any pets? A cat and two doggos

Do you read and/or write fanfiction? Yes I do both but recently I’ve been writing it more than reading it

What song have you had on repeat recently? Snow (Hey Oh) by the Red Hot Chilli Peppers

What’s your relationship status? Single af but I really could not care less

What’s the last song you listened to? Welcome To My World by Jim Reeves

Tagging: @screw-real-life-i-pick-fandoms, @withoutnail, @housesredlollipop, @privatehousesanatomy, @holdmymetaphor, @ackreik, @dreamduality, @givemecoffeeorgivemedeth, @angelwings-crossbowstrings, @starstruckfangirlsposts, @the-parmesan-seeker, @not-a-bot-just-an-introvert-fan, @miryan-deacon-mercury, @hotspace39 and whoever else wants to join!

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dark waters

pairing: lawyer!jensen ackles x sirenita!reader

word count: 2k

synopsis: you may have kissed jensen, but would were you determined to pay the price for it? 

warnings: fluff, angst, unprotected sex, flirting, skinny dipping, angst, heartbreak, rejection, inappropriate age gap, drinking

yazzy comments: I’M SO SORRY BUT I’M SO BAD AT WRITING SEX SO I DID WHAT I KNOW BEST. don’t hate me. ty to @bittersweetfig for being my beta reader, I was nervous af.

beware: any minor or ageless account that interacts shall have their throats ripped out and be tossed into the sea. 

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the fire grows larger with an insatiable hunger despite the amount of logs being tossed in every ten minutes. illuminating the dancing shadows across the sand as individuals enjoy the music blaring from someone’s speakers. red solo cups in hand as they spin around and laugh with others. steady flows of alcohol buzzing through their bloodstreams as the night goes on. 

you had been tucked away towards the sea, feet tickled with every small wave that washed along the shore. one manicured hand wrapped around a red solo cup of your own, a concoction of various liquors inside. upon the first sip you had the sting of vodka hit your throat, but that would go away eventually with more sips. 

it’s not as chilly as anyone would believe, in fact you’ve felt too hot being by the fire. besides watching the flames dance wasn’t as entertaining as being here, smelling the salt up close and personal. 

though from afar, you’d probably look like some sea witch. dressed in black lace that hugs your figure, with more teasing neckline that would surely rile someone up. yet all the younger men here didn’t catch your eye, too rowdy and jokesters to even communicate with. truthfully you didn’t have many friends to begin with, none of the neighbor’s kids liked you and your schooling was somewhere private. boarding school if anything, where uniforms were the face of the academy. 

when you finally graduated oh how you rejoiced in not wearing that god awful attire, who even thought of puffy sleeved collared shirts? it’s like a giant cotton ball was on your shoulders and when it’s hot? that was the worst.

college had no such dress code and it took years to find a style that suited you. following trends was something you hardly done as comfort overshadowed every attempt. yet now, more confident in your skin, you took little risks. and with that glow from studying abroad, it made everything fall into place easily. 

the last sip of your drink had been a while back and though you crave more, it’s perhaps best to stop for now. water would help you sober up just a tad. 

so with slow footsteps, you’re headed over to the cooler to retrieve a bottled water, only for someone to beat you to it. the larger hand passes you the cool bottle first before grabbing his own. “here sweetheart.” your eyes look up, meeting a gorgeous candy green which somehow seemed a bit darker than usual. 

“you do know there’s a ton of younger folks here right,” you whisper, standing back up before taking a swig of water. his eyes on you the entire time and you’re no stranger to his staring. “i doubt you’re meeting up with a client.” 

jensen chuckles, taking a swig of his own water before wiping away the excess with the back of his hand. you got him there. “last i checked, it was a neighborhood bonfire which is by my own home. how could i not be invited?” he tries his best to not watch the fabric hugging your skin as you turn away, heading back towards the shoreline. it’s sinful how you move, jensen’s not going to deny that he’s watched you sometimes from his balcony. each step of yours is graceful and at some points calculated. 

“you coming?” your voice pulls the older man away from his thoughts as you had turned back to look at him. a soft smirk on your lips and jensen would be a fool to reject such an invitation. 

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“so hypothetically speaking, what’s your answer?” you walk beside him, the bonfire nothing but a speck of light in the distance as the two of you head south. bodies walking side by side with laughter still hanging in the air. 

“hypothetically speaking as your hypothetical lawyer, assuming you’ve paid me with hypothetical money for my time, i’d advise you seek therapy.” he had finished his bottle of water a while back but held onto his empty one and yours. only due to the fact that you wanted to take some shells home. 

“well that’s rude. i wanted advice from a lawyer.” you offer him a playful pout in response as the waves continue to tickle your feet. he didn’t want to get too wet, worried that the sand would feel gross under his feet. what a diva. 

“it’s all hypothetical sweetheart, that’s not going to be my true answer if it were real obviously.” he stops in his tracks, spotting a recycling bin to toss the water bottles away. “gimme a moment.” 

right as he returns, you only chuckle before taking one step closer towards the dark waters behind you. “if we were playing a drinking game based on that word alone, i may have been wasted by now.” though no alcohol could beat the buzz of adrenaline the sea offered her with every swim. 

“wouldn’t want you to be drunk, that makes things more unpredictable.” his footsteps move two steps in your direction, with hardly any space left. “besides, how would i be able to keep you from not running in the ocean and disappearing on me.” callused fingers move towards your cheek, stroking gently alongside it as jensen then pulls back. he shouldn’t be this close to you. 

“i don’t need alcohol to do so.” you step closer towards the waves. not bothered so much by his hesitation as jensen separates the gap between your bodies. “besides i can swim, can’t you?” eyes remaining on his taller figure, you take another step back. the corners of your lips curling into a smirk. “don’t tell me you can’t swim mr.ackles, you live by the sea.” 

not that he can’t swim, no jensen recalls his time swimming during highschool for p.e. credit so staying above water was no issue. *it’s swimming somewhere he can’t see or in a body of water that has unknown behaviors.* “i don’t do oceans sweetheart, they’re not exactly safe on their own. especially at night.” he’s watched you get closer to the water and wonders what could be going on in that little mind of yours. 

“humor me,” you reach out for his hands, feet tickled by the waves crashing onto shore. it’s a bit cold, but you don’t mind as his warm palms meet your own.“it’s not so bad.” 

“it’s freezing.” how you weren’t shivering was beyond him. “now what?” surely you weren’t planning on getting in further right?

your hands let go of his own, stripping every article of clothing of your body and tossing them somewhere in the sand. ignoring the way his eyes go wide as you slowly back into the sea, letting the waves cover every inch of skin. “do you trust me mr.ackles?”

that’s not a simple answer, as jensen can’t even trust his own body as he feels a twitch between his legs. you had no worries in stripping before him but could he subject you to the same? then again, you were far from ladylike these days. 

moments later, he’s joined you in the dark waters. doing his best to stay afloat as you swim over. the swell of your breasts peeking out from the waters. “don’t go too far, i wanna be able to stand.” he grumbles, trying his best to not picture your naked form just centimeters away from his own. 

“such a scaredy cat,” your fingers dance along his shoulders as the distance closes between you both. stiffened nipples brushing against his chest as you both float along. “here i’ll hold on so you don’t get dragged away.” 

with arms wrapped around his shoulders, your body presses against jensen’s front half. eyes locking onto his own as one of his hands moves to your waist. gripping the flesh as he tries to fight the feeling in his groin despite your bare folds ghosting over the tip of his dick. oh how jensen wished to sink into your tight walls, stretching out that sweet pussy as your body clings to him for dear life. 

“you’re not that slick.” you whisper, letting the waves keep your bodies afloat in the water. it’s no secret you’d want him to make the first move, you’ve been nothing but patient these days. “you must not get a lot of attention these days, did your old age finally catch up to you?” 

there’s a flicker of something in his eyes, you were too slow to catch just exactly what but as his hand snakes around your waist, he presses his temple onto yours. “you’re always barking, do you ever bite?” 

your lips immediately meet his own, his stubble tickling along your skin as he adjusts his grip. encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist, groaning when your tongue fights his for control. there was no proper way to respond to his question, at least in words. 

each kiss from his lips made your mind fuzzy, but you stayed strong. wrapping both arms around his neck as he cups your ass, squeezing and kneading the supple flesh. “fucking tease,” he whispers, moving to kiss along your jawline. aching to sink his teeth into your flesh, wondering if you’d wear it with pride or try to hide it. “i shouldn’t be attracted to you.” 

you’re uncertain if he’s speaking directly to you or thinking out loud, yet the words are not far from the truth. your father would be livid if he knew and possibly be more than eager to murder his best friend for corrupting his daughter. however, your father wasn’t exactly on your good graces right now. 

meeting each other’s hungry lips, you reach down between your bodies, grabbing his length and lining him up to your core. “and yet you are, so are we going to go back and forth about morals or fuck?” 

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you’re dressed in a soft nightgown and matching robe, slowly descending down the steps as you hear voices coming from your father’s study. 

“look, you’re doing this to expand business. it’s gonna be scary but i believe in you.” your father says, speaking to an unknown individual as the door opens. 

you’re quick to hide, moving up the stairs again and crouching as a person steps out. “thanks.” you’re hidden when their face is revealed and you recognize those dark green eyes anywhere. “it’ll be weird being away from home.” 

your father steps out of his study, shaking jensen’s hand and giving him a big hug. “but it’ll be worth it, who knows, you’ll probably find your wife out there jay.” 

your hands grip the wooden pillars in front of you as jensen glances upwards to where you were, as if he sensed you were there. “maybe, not sure i’m ready yet.” you had looked away, recalling last night’s events. he had pushed you away and now he’s leaving. “tell your daughter it was nice seeing her and she’s welcome to use my home to study if she chooses her major.” 

by then, you had retreated back to your room and shut the door. which jensen swore he heard and he fights to keep his cool in front of your father.

“she’s a smart girl, whatever she chooses i’m sure she’s gonna succeed.” your father says, leading jensen towards the front door. “you let me know when you touch down in kansas brother.” with one last hug, he closes the door behind jensen. 

you watched from the window, your expression unreadable as jensen looks up and meets your eyes. though when you turn away, he sighs. he was truly sorry but you needed someone better than him. someone your own age.

meanwhile you laid in bed, closing your eyes as you recalled last night’s events. 

how easily he slipped inside as your bodies fused together, lips greedily feasting on your own. his hands taking the time to memorize every inch of you to memory, you had the marks to prove it.

and yet when you finally hit your climax, he changed his tune. quickly putting distance between your bodies and leaving you in the ocean. not a word or sense of explanation as he left you behind and headed to what you assumed was his home.

wiping the stray tear, you open your eyes and stared at the ceiling. 

you’d never touch the ocean again.

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[rock-omelette]

I'm Watching You

Part 1 || Part 2||

Rating: T

Relationships: Dr. Eggman | Dr. Ivo Robotnik/Agent Stone

Add tags: Sonic Boom AU, Established Relationship, Sonic POV, Outsider's POV, suggestive themes, Gomez and Morticia type dynamic, Boom Stobotnik is so soft and yucky gay with each other, I love Sticks but she is like the most difficult character to write, paranoia, ambiguous mpreg, at least from Sonic's POV, Sonic Boom cast, Sonic boom lore, Boom botnik is my lovely little puppy and Stone LYOOOOVVVVESSSS him, mpreg, transmasc Stone, pet names, canon-typical 4th wall breaking

Summary: Agent Stone may have everyone else fooled, but Sonic isn't about to let him get away with it

A/N: This fic is unfinished! Writing this mainly for fun and we'll see where it goes.

Side note, I haven't finished watching the series and I actually prefer listening people talking about it than actually watching

"12 o'clock." Sonic muttered, once he spots Amy running towards them at full tilt. She's obviously carrying something in her hands, small enough not to be seen from a distance, but that doesn't necessarily mean anything good. "Hide your veggie burgers, people."

Knuckles frowned. "That's an oxymoron." He says, and Sonic doesn't get to do anything further than a punctuating groan of annoyance before Amy's upon them. "Guess what!" She says, jumping up and down and up and down and up and down, circling their little table at the corner of MehBurger. "Guess what guess what guess what!"

Sonic stops Knuckle's head from following the rapid movements before the echidna throws up again. Tails gently shoves his goggles up, courteous. Sticks huffs, snorting chilli dog all over the table top. "Girl, with the way you're living your life I can't even begin to imagine." She drawls.

Amy seems completely unbothered by both the hypocrisy and lack of table manners, which is how Sonic knows it's serious. She slaps down the table, jostling all their meals and Tails' new tinker machine, and the small thing he'd spot her carrying was actually a little note—with a recognizably tidy and perfectly legible font.

"It's STONE!" She shrieks.

Ah, agent Stone, thought Sonic bitterly. A newer cast member in their little circus troupe. Stone had arrived about two Mobian summers ago, on a non-descript boat that docked at night and turned tail by sunrise, leaving behind a dark, handsome and mysterious stranger that hadn't bothered to introduce himself to the sleepy village in exchange for legging it up the miles it takes to Eggman's lair. Team Hero hadn't exactly been privy to what happens in the strangely peaceful days that follow, but if Cubot and Orbot are to be believed; the man in question had been a secret agent deployed by a shadow government organization going around calling themselves the Guardian Units of the Nation, better known as GUN. Or better better known as Eggman's previous employers.

As if it hadn't been unbelievable enough that Eggman used to have some sembance of a life before he'd washed up on their little island, the bots have then continued to explain they'd sent the man over to finish what GUN started when Eggman left: either to convince him to return to his job as a lab rat for the military, or kill him, once and for all.

(Pause here for a theatrical chorus of gasps.)

"We have to go save him!" Amy had cried.

"We do?" Sonic had asked.

"You don't have to," said Cubot, chipper and stupid as always. "The boss handled it."

It felt a bit anti-climatic. Sonic snorted. "Sure. And how'd he manage that? Convinced them he's too dumb to be of any value even if they brought him back to the mainland?"

Orbot shrugged. "Stone would have killed him, if so. No, they've established something of an…agreement." The red-toned round android explained with a significant pause,sharing a look with his twin compatriot. Realizing now that he might have let something slip that he probably shouldn't've, Orbot is quick to add; "The details of which remain highly confidential, of course."

Sonic shared his own meaningful look with Tails. They both know this probably meant the bots have no idea what these details even were. "Sure," Sonic said again, slowly. "So he…what? Left?"

"Oh, no." Said Cubot, happy. "He's here to stay."

"Stay?!" Everyone yelled, cartoonishly synchronized.

"Oh, yes." Said Orbot, a little ominously. It might be accounted to how clearly pleased he is about it. "He'd sworn an oath! The Doctor has now made him his right hand man, effective immediately. By all accounts, Agent Stone seems to have resigned his previous position in the military to assume this new job."

"He lives with us now!" Cubot adds. "It's great! He's so much better and tidier and less shouty than the boss, and we're pretty sure he's gonna be here for a long time-,"

"For now." Orbot adds mildly.

"-so the boss sent us down here just to give you that up-and-up." Cubot punctuates this statement with a thumbs up. "Professional and all that."

"It does make for a convenient exposition flashback." Knuckles agreed.

Sonic hadn't been entirely sure how he feels about this new guy; everyone on the Island knows he's the last person you'd think with any scrap of affection for Eggman (and they'd be right. Sonic would sooner laugh and point if Eggman had ever fell from his eggmobiles hundreds of feet off the ocean than lift a finger to help him.), but bloody rivalry aside, 5 years is an awful long time to know someone. Eggman was kinda-sorta-not really a friend, at this point, and the villagers had mostly began to regard his bi-weekly acts of destruction as some sort of predictable natural disaster pattern. At some point, you just kind of expected him to be there.

That in mind, Eggman was more than just his unrelenting desire for world domination. He's witty and kind of funny, in that pathetic kind of way.

Eggman is also, unmistakeably, painfully lonely. An…acquaintance might worry.

Of course, these concerns turn moot upon the man's debut appearance that following Sunday morning.

Stone fits like a puzzle piece.

He's quick, he's ruthless, he's fresh; in that new and exciting way that actually got Sonic thinking out of the box to beat him. Eggman's new plan had been to reform the geological structure of the island by force—allegedly to better shape the island for his future plans of clearing the whole thing out and building his Eggman Empire amusement park. The team had to go scattering to find each and every large scale bomb and missile launch scattered around the island and either deactivate or redirect it away from civilians—and the secret agent on the prowl had really come to play.

Agent Stone is a little more than human, though what exactly marks this difference, Sonic can't exactly tell. He's strong, sure—Amy strong—he's good, but worse than that was that he's smart. Stone in hand-to-hand combat is what Eggman thinks he would be. He was somehow in every position on the island at once—to a point where they had all initially suspected he had something similar to Shadow's chaos controlled teleportation—before Tails had figured out that they were playing a game of chess, and the board was connected through underground tunnels. Each detonation would begin the countdown for the next, at erratic moments, and Stone and Eggman knew all the places they'd have to be next.

It still took all five of them—Sonic, Amy, Knuckles, Tails and Sticks—working together to be able to put Stone down for a good enough length of time that they could stop the next missile (and simultaneously deactivate every other missile throughout the island), and Stone takes the loss with such grace it still pissed him off. That almost familiar evil grin doesn't falter, not even once. He made proper introductions as he was apprehended by the village authorities. His suit is clearly designed by Eggman—with purple in place of Eggman's own iconic red—and hexagonal violet-tinted sunglasses over deep brown eyes, like a black hole. Looking at them exposed too long gives Sonic the willies.

Unsurprisingly, he broke out shortly after nightfall, safely ensconced once more in the Egg lair.

In the seasons that follow the team warm up to him with little fanfare. Sometimes Eggman shows up alone, and other times it's Stone—just like his debut— but most of the time they show up together, and now it's almost difficult to remember a time when Eggman had ever worked alone without his ever-present, slightly scarier shadow. They're close. Close close.

Stone is apparently perfectly amicable in his off-hours. Amy reports that he does a lot of knitting with her on Thursdays to share gossip, and Tails enjoys infodumping about aeronautic engineering on the man, since Agent Stone apparently had three PhD's. Knuckles remains indifferent (although he'd apparently enjoyed Stone's cookies—cookies which Sonic himself had never been offered), which leaves Sticks as the only person left on Sonic's side that still doesn't completely trust him.

Not the greatest indication of sanity.

This segues nicely back into our present hour.

(The screen pauses, gray, and static lines hit play over Amy's enthusiastic announcement. It's Stone! Colour returns.)

"Is he okay?" Tails asked.

"Does he need help?" Knuckles followed.

"Has he left?" Sonic hoped, and Amy hits him on the arm. It hurts, and he lets her know about it. "Ow."

Everybody ignores him. Typical. Amy barrels on. "Yes, no, maybe." She said, before inhaling deeply. As she breathes out, it is with another excited shriek—"Stone. Is. PREGNANT!"

To Sonic, it feels like the whole world had been shocked still. The entire table gasped.

"Oh my goodness!" Tails said.

"Good for him." Sticks said.

"What?" Sonic demands, whirling around to face the last ally he had in the face of their newcomer. "Sticks, you don't even like him!"

"I'm not an ass, Sonic." The badger rolled her eyes.

"It's happy news!" Amy agreed.

"Are you guys serious?" Sonic demands, rising to his feet. "This is terrible news! Eggman's procreating!"

Knuckles frowned. "Are you being homophobic right now?"

Tails, Sticks and Amy gasped in scandalized horror. Sonic facepalmed. "No, you idiots, I'm trans, why would I even—that doesn't even make any sense!"

"I'm honored you'd tell me that, man." Knuckles said gently.

"You see me wearing the trans pride pin at Pride every year!" Sonic yells, deranged.

"We should get Eggman one of those baby shower baskets." Tails suggests. Sonic feels like pulling his quills out.

"Is nobody listening to me?" He groaned, laying back against Sticks who has continued to munch on her lunch with disinterest. "Are we seriously going to celebrate new Eggbabies being welcomed into the world and making our lives living hell?"

"Eggbabies!" Amy said, already stepping up next to Tails as he gathered all the tinkering materials from his table. "That's so cute! Do you think they'd be born with little mustaches?"

"Ew," said Sticks. "I think they're gonna be born with laser robot eyes and chips behind their ears…just like all secret agent babies."

"Sticks, you don't really think secret agents are born with trackers in their brains, right?" Tails asked, worried.

"Hello?" Sonic demands, futile. The rest of the group is already headed for Amy's place, no doubt planning to gather all relevant materials in the making of their new plan; giving Eggman and Stone a baby basket to celebrate the news. There's no winning this. Even as Sonic whined and sighed and dragged his feet, he still follows, sulkily finishing the rest of his chilli dog on the way.

END OF PART 1

[mouseycometz]

You Look…Nice (TFE Starscream/OC)

Word Count: 700+ Warnings: None! Plot: Starscream helps Piper fit into her new dress.

Inside the walls of the abandoned aircraft hangar beyond the outskirts of Witwicky, Pennsylvania, Starscream stood tall with his Seekers, waiting. He was patient, oddly looking forward to the night ahead of him. Not long ago, Hashtag invited him to a sort of theatrical performance with the rest of the Maltos. As long as Megatron wasn’t present, he didn’t mind accepting her offer. Besides, Piper wished to tag along as well.

Still, speaking of Piper…

“Come on, Starscream,” Nova Storm whined.

“What’s taking her so long?” Skywarp asked. 

Starscream didn’t glance towards them. Instead, he frowned and lowered himself to the tiny door in front of him. Was she in trouble? How difficult could it be for a human to change into their flimsy clothing?

Gingerly, he stepped forward.

“Er, Piper…is everything alright?”

Through the door, the lady's voice was as cool and elegant as ever.

“I’m fine. Just…trying to zip this up.”

The winged mech blinked, straightening himself only slightly before deciding to offer a solution. 

“Well, come outside. Why don’t I help you?”

He hoped that he was behaving gently enough for her. 

Slowly, eventually, the door creaked open, revealing Piper wearing her new dress. It was green and thin, embracing the supple figure of her body in a manner that was both subtle and mesmerizing. Her brown eyes flickered in the dim light of the night, and her long, dark hair was full and glistening. Behind Starscream, Nova Storm and Skywarp produced faint sounds of awe while the mech himself blushed, remaining silent as the heat covered his faceplate.

Piper tilted her head at him.

“Do I look...okay?”

He nearly bit his lower derma.

“You look…nice.”

It was all he managed to say while ignoring the snickering from behind him. 

Piper nodded and turned around, permitting him access to touch her. The top half of her pale back was exposed to the chilly air, so Starscream didn’t waste any time. He shifted his frame until he was the proper size to grab a zipper between his digits. Now safely behind her, Starscream paused, his servo unintentionally brushing against the implants on her spine. Gently, carefully, he then grabbed the zipper and lifted it until her back was completely concealed. The woman sighed in relief as the mech set his servos on both sides of her hips. She jumped a little into him, causing him to hum.

“There, my dear. Is it comfortable now?”

Piper nodded. 

“Yes, it’s much better.”

Starscream smiled. Slowly, he turned around, reverting to his full size and granting Piper access to his shoulder. As the ladies walked on either side of them, Nova Storm leaned in to speak to her.

“He didn’t need to take that long, by the way.”

Skywarp chuckled.

“Yeah! He was totally milking it!”

Starscream growled, embarrassed that he was caught.

“Quiet, you two!”

At the Malto barn, the bots crowded around the projector screen. Both the Terrans and the humans (minus Piper) sat in the front while Bumblebee and the Seekers remained in the back due to the difference in heights. 

All was well, surprisingly. Bumblebee even managed to keep his snarky remarks to himself for the sake of the children. Every pair of optics were glued to the screen, including his own. However, with Piper sitting on his shoulder, it was difficult for him to stay completely still.

Starscream didn’t consider himself to be an affectionate individual, but with her? He supposed he could spare a few touches, a few caresses. 

He lifted his servo next to her, drawing it up her delicate side until his digits reached her cheek. To his delight, Piper sighed and leaned into his metallic palm, closing her eyes and relishing in his touch. 

Starscream felt his spark nearly flutter.

However, soon enough, a lively voice flittered into his audials.

“So, guys,” Hashtag started with her helm turned over her shoulder, “what do you think?”

Swiftly, the two broke apart, recomposing themselves. Piper was the first to do so, nodding at the child.

“It’s wonderful, Hashtag.”

Starscream agreed with her.

“Yes, indeed.”

There was a pause. On the projector screen, there was a scene from Hashtag’s point-of-view, capturing a moment of Piper as well as Starscream himself, practicing their aerial tricks.

A smile graced his faceplate.

“I enjoy it, too.”

[pinkanonwrites]

Horny thoughts aside robot cuddles would be fucking awesome. I struggle with temperature regulation cuz ✨dysautonomia✨ but like laying on cool metal while also being cuddled? Fuck yes. Maybe you rest your head on a softer part to keep your neck from growing stiff. Giant fingers rubbing your back to help you sleep or cradling your body so you’re comfortable no matter what position? The inherent vulnerability and trust of being in the palms of somebody who could crush you in an instant and chooses not to is just perfection

-🌙

The best part about Cybertronians is they could be warm or cool! If it's too hot, laying on cooled metal under the shade is perfect. If it's kind of chilly, they can rev their engine and help ward off a bit of that cold! I've talked about my headcanons before about how Cybertronaisn don't move around in their sleep like humans do, so you'd be perfectly safe with a giant metal hand wrapped gently around your body to keep you from rolling to one side or the other and tumbling off your bot of choice's chassis. The soft rumble of their internals and hum of their spark become the perfect background ambience as you begin to drift off.

[vampley]

Sonic the Hedgehog x Male! Fraud Magician Bunny Reader!

Summary: Sonic admires an “all-knowing oracle” whom everyone relies on for answers. Unbeknownst to him, said “all-knowing oracle” is a wimpy and insecure fraud. Also takes place in the Sonic X universe.

Warnings: None, just fluff c:

FEM READER DNI!!!

A/n; felt left out not seeing any sonic x male reader fics, so I decided to make my own! Supposed to be read as male reader but fuck it we ball.(May or may not be oc inspired lol)

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• Let’s get one thing straight, you never wanted to be someone everyone relied on for answers.

• But every time someone asks for advice you give them an answer and it always comes true out of convince! You promise!

• You were even popular because most would consider you handsome, your slicked back hair and magician persona made for a good eye catcher.

• Every time someone has a problem, you fix it. That’s who you were to the sonic crew!

• To sonic however, you were a pillar of some sorts.

• Sure you had more bark than bite but you proved yourself useful and caring of others, and sonic admired that!

• However, everything goes downhill when Dr. Eggman unleashed his newest robot that captures tails and cream.

• Though no one expected Dr. Eggman to throw everyone back in time to The Big Apple, everyone caught wind when you couldn’t predict Dr. Eggman releasing a newer and bigger bot that managed to catch Tails.

• Everyone you knew had become stressy not knowing what would happen next.

• Well, everyone except Sonic and co. (i.e; Tails, and Knuckles)

• Chaos knows they always have their guard up.

• But that was besides the point, point is, when everyone had been betrayed, lied to, and/or resented you (though not many) Sonic stuck around through and through.

• Everyone knows Sonic isn’t afraid of not knowing what will happen next.

• His unshakable confidence has the charming nerve to infect you to the core, and even changes you for the better.

• learning new spells and tricks, you have your own way of changing (though not many would bother to care after your unintentional scam, a win is a win in your book!)

• Now as for Sonic’s form of romance, let’s just say it isn’t as “romantic” as many (and myself) would like to admit.

• Sonic would actually be very nonchalant about your new-found relationship.

• Sonic is a naturalist at heart, so even if it’s a stretch, sonic loves to enjoy the sights (even if you aren’t there with him) but who knows! Maybe he might treat you to a nice coconut from green hills or even share a chili dog.

• An endearing trait of his I reckon is that he definitely teases you, though depending on which sonic, he might tease you more or less than the other characters (I.e; sonic boom sonic vs. Sonic movie sonic).

• However if we really are desperate for a certain blue-hedgehog’s affections, I think I’d be adorable if he had a thing for collecting various flowers from a shrub or something small-scale.

• Not only that but he’d be more than willing to take naps next to anywhere, on the beach, in a hammock, in a bush, but the strangest place you two were found was on top of a skyscraper in the middle of New York!

• Not to mention how soft your fur is, perfect cuddle material in his opinion! He also sometimes uses your overgrown ears as a blanket when it’s a bit chilly out.

• I’d like to think he also admires your latest magician skills, sure he’s not one for over-the-top romance but he’s gotta admit you’ve got a good grip on your flirt game for a guy so shakey.

• he wouldn’t reciprocate on your advances though. Or at least not in an obvious way.

• A few things he’d do to show (small) signs of affection is take note of places or things you like for a small trip or gift.

• Another thing he’d do is carry you bridal-style which might be a bit selfish on his end because he usually does this the most when you are in danger and need a quick pick-up compared to others where he just picks them up, throws them, and/or drags them.

• I don’t think he’d make a scene to others about you two being boyfriends either. Like if someone brings up a topic about relationships or whatnot, sure, he’d bring you up.

• Sure Amy would be disappointed but everyone else was mostly confused.

• To be fair, you two weren’t really seen as all that close. In fact, they rarely see you two together.

• The only times you two make any form of contact is when you need Sonic’s help with a villain, or when he shares a (few) snack(s) with you, or when you two are cuddling in an odd disclosed area and- ohhh.

• He isn’t flustered easily either, but one thing he goes absolutely weak for is the rare chance you make a grand gesture during a fight.

• Like if you had to make a risky distraction on the dime, sure Sonic wouldn’t be a blushing mess, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t think you looked good jumping into action like that for him.

• But one thing he’d never admit is that he thinks your bunny traits are adorable, like when you scrunch up your nose when something makes you anxious, or even when you thump your foot when you get frustrated with something or someone. (It especially happens when he teases you, so he teases you even more)

• He may not be the most romantic boyfriend, but damn is it hard to be mad at him.

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A/n; thank you so much for reading this fanfic, it turned out way longer than I thought it would but it was so worth it! Reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated, and feel free to send a request for more fanfics (rules are in my bio, I only do gender-neutral and male reader requests)