#hoop tutorial

[ryuseitai]

its come to my attention that i cant get my nose ring. out of my nose.

[annihilatius]

Even though I'm grateful for my new laptop it's kind of frustrating how you can't do like ANYTHING on ChromeOS. The only games you can play are ones you can get through the Google play store which comes with your device but if you step out of there at all there's pretty much nothing you can play because everything is designed for Microsoft or Windows. I used to have a Windows laptop and the most easy things I could do back then become complex torture quests on ChromeOS. I know Linux exists and I have an option for it here but it's pretty much useless to me because I have no fucking idea what to do and knowing my luck even if I do learn to understand it I'll still never get it to do what I want it to. I don't know why I can't just download a file and use it after unzipping it or something why do I have to go and input A SPECIFIC LINE OF CODE TO USE IT????

[donpalomostudio]

Work in progress- Hen's brooch

[bevanne46]

5 (now 6) Ways for Floating Fabric for Embroidery by Aly of Sewing Machine Fun.

https://www.sewingmachinefun.com/how-to-float-fabric-machine-embroidery-tutorial/?utm_medium=social&utm_source=pinterest&utm_campaign=tailwind_smartloop&utm_content=smartloop&utm_term=60627024

[practically-an-x-man]

mildly nervous about creating my armsocks for Nightcrawler only because I don't have a sewing machine

[threadskalakari]

"This hand embroidery piece is a labor of love." What You SAY ??

[clumsycapitolunicorn]

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[earthlyelegance]

Stylish Crochet Earrings in 30 Minutes

Stylish Crochet Earrings in 30 Minutes Crochet earrings combine elegance and creativity, giving you an exciting way to accessorize with a personal touch. Whether you’re an experienced crocheter or a noob seeking a fast craft, crochet earrings are more doable than you might imagine. In 30 minutes, you can create beautiful works that complement and complete your outfits. In this guide, you will…

[lenakluthor]

my friend asked me how to make gifs and i am realizing now that i don’t make gifs like literally everyone else on this website bc none of the tutorials actually explain how i go about it

[coveredinredpaint]

new tutorial, this time for "fake" medals you can use to decorate your jacket or any stuff really.

give yourself a weird award you yourself came up with, coorperations do it all the time!

stuff you will need:

-scissors

-variation of pliers

-a stencil, the shape you want the fabric part of ur medal to be, make it a bit bigger so youll have room to sew

-piece of fabric two times the size of your stencil

-sewing needle

-sewing thread, i use dental floss

-safety pin

-paperclip, or just iron wire, around 1 mm Ø

-bottlecap

start with cutting out the two pieces of fabric for your medal using a stencil

pin em to eachother, with the sides you want to be on the outside, facing inwards.

sew along the side but keep the top open, so you can flip it inside out.

now you can flip in inside out, and fold the top around the safety pin, and sew it down

make sure the side of the pin that doesnt open is the one being sewn down. the opening part should be on top.

bend the paperclip into something resembling the shapes in the pic below using the pliers, doesnt need to look good, mine sure dont

bend the edges of the bottlecap to the inside, and pin the hook part of the right iron wire thing down under the edge

connect the iron wire hoop you made (left in picture) to the piece of iron wire on the bottlecap. fold the point of the fabric part of the metal around the hoop and sew it down.

should look something like this.

now you can add decorations, you can paint the cap aswell as the fabric part, using patterned fabrics can also make ur medals look nicer.

ive seen people advise using modgepodge to seal the painted cap, instead of nailpolish, i dont have modpodge where i live but use that if youre able to get ur hands on it.

i hope this was clear, let me know if you want tutorials on any other stuff. i like doing them a lot.

[444you]

MADDY PEREZ UNIVERSITY 🐆

BACK TO SCHOOL SERIES PT 1

SHOWS TO BINGE

girlfriends

sex and the city

gossip girl

bratz

keeping up with the kardashians

bad girls club

CLOTHES

animal print

bodycon dresses

miss me jeans

basics

hoops

2010 styled chunky french tips

flared leggings

baby tees

platform flip flops

flower kitten heels

TWO BEAUTY SMOOTHIES RECIPES

bananas

vanilla extract

cinnamon

yogurt

OR

grapefruit

cherries

milk

vanilla extract

MAKEUP TUTORIALS

highlight, gloss, mascara, lip tint for a simpler look

RANDOM BEAUTY TIPS

vanilla extract behind your ears and neck

hair glitter

eos lotions

get perfume oils at beauty supply stores

(cheaper, last longer, smell better)

highlights to spice your hair up

or dye it jet black so it looks shiner

[thexstitchpokedexproject]

Washi Tape Hoop Tutorial

I've been using washi tape to decorate my hoops, using a slightly different method than the ones I found existing tutorials for. I shared this step-by-step on Reddit and people seemed to appreciate it, so I thought I'd share it here as well. I hope it's helpful!

Demonstration uses a 4-inch hoop and 15mm washi tape. Any size hoop should work, but anything smaller than 15mm for the tape would be tricky.

Materials

hoop

washi tape (15mm minimum)

embroidery scissors

toothpicks

PVA glue

tape measure (optional)

Step 1: The Inner Ring

This step is technically optional, as most of it won’t be visible anyway once the pattern is inserted into the finished hoop. I like to do it for the full coverage effect.

1a. Cut a piece of washi tape the length of the inside ring. You can use a tape measure like I do, or just eyeball it.

1b. Apply the tape to the inside of the hoop, so that the bottom edge of the tape runs flush with the edge of the hoop. You will have some tape left hanging over the edge.

1c. Make a cut in the overhanging tape, every centimetre or so. You can then start folding the overhanging tape over. I’ve folded over every other section in the first photo to demonstrate. There will be small gaps in the tape where the hoop is showing; this won’t be visible once the hoop and pattern are finished and mounted.

Step 2: The Outer Ring

2a. Again, cut a piece of washi tape (remember that the outer ring will be longer than the inner ring) and apply it to the outside ring. The bottom edge of the tape should overlap the folded-over pieces from step 1c.

2b. As above, cut the overhanging tape into small sections and then fold them over. Because we’re folding outside-in instead of inside-out this time, there should be no gaps in the coverage.

Step 3: Finishing Touches

3a. Depending on the strength of the adhesive, your tape may not stick very well. I use an uncoloured toothpick to apply PVA glue to any sections of tape that aren’t sticking.

3b. The optional final step for the hoop - once the glue has dried - is sealant. I use two coats of mod podge satin spray, but others should work as well.

[tempered-grace]

Ok as promised here is the tutorial for how I mend my binders so that they still stretch!

Supplies:

- binder (obv)

-needle and thread, I’m only using embroidery thread here so it shows up better

That’s kind of it, if you want you can also use a pen to mark the lines of the seam and an embroidery hoop to hold but but neither are really necessary

Like you can see here there are gonna be two lines you’re seeing on. Most seams already have two lines that you can follow especially on stretch fabric but if not then just mark it in

Now for the actual stitch pattern.

You move in kind of an “x” pattern, if you’re familiar with backstitch it’s a little like you’re working two lines at a time of back stitch.

When you’re done, the front should have two lines of something that looks like backstitch or running stitch, depending how close your stitches are to each other, and the back should have a pattern of crosses like this

And that’s it! It still stretches and is just as durable if not more than the machine stitched seams that the garment comes with.

If you have any questions or want more detail feel free to DM me or send me an ask :]

[nizhspo]

together? together.

chapter four: bubbles and blush wine

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synopsis: twelve years of friendship. you're leaving for college. oikawa tooru has always been just your best friend. so why does it suddenly feel like goodbye might break the both of you?

pairing: tooru oikawa x f!reader

the next day is another sea day.

you and oikawa sleep in—no alarms, no agenda, no guilt. the early morning flight, the sprinting down hallways, the chlorine, the sun, the pizza, the shows, the sugar crash, it all catches up to you.

you wake first. barely. a soft knock echoes from the door, and you groan, rolling over to check the clock.

the room is dim, curtains pulled halfway, the light outside soft and bright and unmistakably late. you squint, then turn toward the other bed, and there he is.

shirtless. sprawled flat, one leg tangled in the sheets. sweatpants slung low on his hips, the drawstring loose. head tilted back, mouth open, definitely drooling. one arm flung across his forehead, hair sticking up in all directions.

you look away too quickly, blinking hard, heart stuttering in your chest like a warning bell.

the knock comes again. you throw your legs over the edge of the bed, pad barefoot to the door, and crack it open.

your parents and his parents stand there in a row, all bright-eyed and beach-ready. crocs and water shoes. swim shirts. sunglasses hanging from those touristy little string clips. your dad’s holding a folded towel like he’s about to be baptized.

tooru’s mom peeks in past your shoulder. “he’s still asleep, isn’t he.”

you nod, voice rough with sleep. “yeah. i just woke up.”

your dad beams. “we’re headed to the pool. buffets looking real good today.”

your mom nods, enthusiastic. “eggs benedict and churro pancakes.”

you manage a smile. “sounds great. thanks.”

they all wave, shuffling off down the hall in their pastel cruise lanyards and matching sunhats like the cutest cult in the world.

you close the door and sigh.

behind you, oikawa groans into his pillow. “was that our parents?”

“yeah,” you say, rummaging for your toothbrush. “they’re going to the pool.”

he doesn’t move. just groans again and burrows deeper.

you get ready slow, tube top, short shorts, socks and birks. brush your teeth. toss in your contacts. slide in some hoops and sunscreen.

when you come back out, he’s finally standing, stretching with one hand braced against the wall, eyes half-shut as he tries to shove a contact into a crusty eye. his back flexes. his legs are bare, long and lean, boxers low and rumpled.

you blink. turn quickly to the TV instead.

it’s cruise TV again. a loop of announcements, towel animal tutorials, and someone narrating a very enthusiastic video about safety drills.

you sit. you wait. you half-watch the TV, because of course he takes longer to get ready.

eventually, he’s dressed and caffeinated, and the rest of the day flows like ocean water.

shows. the pool. bingo with your parents. three separate trips to the windjammer buffet. he volunteers you for a random deck game and laughs when you’re forced to do some weird crab walk in front of strangers. you eat pizza slices in wet clothes. you ride waterslides until your legs ache.

oikawa gets blasted in the face on one of the slides, water smacking into his eyes and nearly washing his contacts away.

you sit him down under an umbrella, dabbing cold water over his eyes with a towel while he whines and mumbles about going blind.

“you’re being dramatic,” you say.

“you’re gonna miss me when i can’t see your face anymore,” he says, frowning like he means it.

you roll your eyes. but maybe your fingers linger a second too long near his cheek.

the day disappears in sun and blue and blur. and now it’s night again.

you find yourselves in the hot tub tucked behind the main pool, the one no one ever really uses, partly because it’s half-hidden in the shadows of the deck above, partly because the bubbles are too aggressive and the lights inside glow a little too bright, like a nightclub for frogs.

but right now, it’s empty. and quiet. and perfect.

you slip in after dinner, still full from dessert, still laughing at some joke that started back at your table and never quite stopped.

the water is hot. fizzy. your shoulders relax instantly. your legs brush under the foam. you don’t move.

oikawa leans back against the wall of the tub, arms stretched along the edge, one ankle crossing the other.

he looks good as hell, unfortunately.

the blue light from the hot tub dances across his skin, catching the high points of his cheekbones and the edge of his jaw. he’s tan. relaxed. flushed faintly pink from the heat. his hair is damp, curls a little at the ends. his lashes are wet and dark. he looks like a photo someone took accidentally. one of those stupid, perfect moments no one ever thinks to frame.

his eyes flick toward you, lips curved.

“so,” he says, low and amused. “single on a cruise. bold.”

you scoff. “bold? please. he dumped me because of you.”

he tilts his head. smiles wider. “so technically, i won.”

you splash water at him, not even trying to hold back the grin on your face. “you’re insufferable.”

“you’re in a hot tub with me.”

“because the other option was karaoke night with our moms.”

he laughs, full and warm. “fair.”

you lean back, let your head tip against the tile, eyes drifting toward the sky. the steam curls around your arms, climbs past your collarbone. your leg shifts again, and his does too. and for a second your knees touch. and neither of you moves.

the cruise ship hums beneath you, and all you can think about is how soft the water feels, how soft this feels, and how easy it is to pretend the heat rising in your chest is just from the bubbles.

“do you think he was right?” you ask softly, voice almost drowned out by the bubbles between you.

oikawa turns his head, brows tugging faintly. “right about what?”

you don’t look at him. your eyes stay fixed on the water, on the soft ripples licking the edge of the tub, on the way your knees bob just slightly with every wave.

“about us,” you murmur. “about… how long we’ve been like this. if we’re too close.”

the words settle heavy between you.

soft. weighty. dangerous.

oikawa doesn’t answer right away. he doesn’t move either, just watches you. watches the way the deck lights catch on the droplets clinging to your lashes, how the steam beads at the hollow of your throat. your lip gloss is still there somehow, faint but glinting, and for a second, he forgets how to blink.

“yeah,” he says finally, voice quiet. careful. “i think some people might think it’s weird.”

your shoulders tense—just a little.

but then he adds, “but they’re not us.” he leans forward, elbows resting on his knees now, tone easy but firm. “you’re my best friend. you’re the one who’s always been there. and if it doesn’t feel weird to us, then why should it matter what anyone else thinks?”

you finally glance over.

his expression is unreadable. not teasing. not smirking. just honest. warm. something softer than what you’re used to. something steadier.

your eyes meet and hold, and for a second, the world narrows. no ocean. no laughter in the distance. no cruise ship creaking beneath your feet. just him. and you. and everything that’s always been just beneath the surface.

you open your mouth. but nothing comes out. you close it again.

he looks at you like he’s waiting. but not rushing. like he could sit here forever if that’s what you needed.

and maybe that’s what terrifies you most—that he actually would.

but then someone cannonballs into the main pool nearby, and you both flinch, breaking the moment. oikawa runs a hand through his hair, water flicking onto your face, and you roll your eyes, grateful for the excuse to look away.

…

the next day, you dock in roatán.

the air hits you the second you step off the ship, warm, thick, sweet with sea breeze and something green. jungle heat. turquoise water. birds screaming from treetops. and a tour guide holding a sign with your last name on it like it’s some official mission.

you and oikawa are sticky with sunscreen and groggy from sleep, still dragging your feet behind your parents as they lead the charge down the port like it’s a mission. your group is loud. everyone’s wearing matching towels. it’s barely 10 a.m.

the first stop is a sloth sanctuary.

and yeah, you were excited in theory. but now the real thing is staring at you, slow-blinking from a tree branch, long claws curled into something that could probably kill you in another lifetime, and your feet won’t move.

“you’re scared of a sloth?” oikawa asks, incredulous, grinning like he’s already added this to the list of things to bully you about forever.

“it has claws,” you hiss.

he laughs, steps behind you, and grabs your hand, gently guiding it toward the animal’s fur.

“here,” he says, voice soft for once. “he’s chill. you could do way more harm to him than he could to you.”

his hand is warm. steady. your breath slows as you pet the sloth’s coarse, sun-warmed fur. he doesn’t let go of your hand until you smile.

you take a family photo with a baby monkey that crawls onto your shoulder and makes a face mid-shot.

“oh my god,” you say, staring at the screen. “it looks just like you.”

“rude,” oikawa says. “he’s clearly cuter.”

at a white sand beach, he takes a million photos of you posing beneath a tree where a macaw perches, red, blue, and gold feathers fanned like a royal robe. you’re in a teal and yellow bikini that you almost didn’t pack, but now you’re glad you did.

oikawa knows your angles like muscle memory. tells you how to turn your shoulders. tilt your chin. bullies you mid-shoot. “stop pretending to be sexy before i call your mom over here.”

you throw sand at him. he dodges.

and still gets the perfect shot.

you split a $25 burger on the same beach, sitting cross-legged on a plastic lounge chair. he makes you feed him the first bite.

“seriously?” you mutter.

he opens his mouth, expectant.

your cheeks go warm, hyperaware of your parents in the chairs beside you, reading paperbacks and pretending they aren’t watching.

you feed him anyway.

and something about it feels more intimate than it should. more noticeable. like suddenly, everyone can see what’s always been there.

you eventually drift away from the group, wandering off toward old ruins tucked in the trees. faded statues. cracked stone paths. half-crumbled towers. oikawa stops at every single one to say this one kind of looks like you, pointing at lizard carvings and sun gods with long noses.

you shove him. he nearly trips into a moss-covered wall.

the two of you find a narrow pier at the far edge of the beach. it juts out into the sea, rickety wood planks nailed into beams that creak with every gust of wind.

you peer down. the drop is steep. “that cannot possibly be safe,” you say.

“oh, not at all,” oikawa agrees, eyes wide with horror. you both step back in unison.

dinner that night is with the whole family, one big table, plastic high chair for takeru and all. takeru eats mac and cheese with his hands. oikawa’s dad tries to order a whiskey sour with extra sour and gets something radioactive. there’s laughter. too much bread. you offer to carry takeru back to the room when he falls asleep on oikawa’s shoulder.

you get halfway there before you’re struggling.

oikawa grins. “weakling,” he says, taking him from you with ease.

you stick your tongue out at him. he smirks over the baby’s head.

…

the next morning, costa maya.

it’s louder. busier. hotter. the streets around the port are a grid of shops, all selling the same sarongs and shot glasses and fake designer sunglasses. music blasts from every doorway. someone tries to sell you a $200 excursion five times in the span of a minute.

you finally score a beach chair. it’s broken. it creaks. the sand sticks to your sunscreen.

oikawa disappears. reappears twenty minutes later with two plastic cups.

“what’s this?”

“i flirted with a 30-year-old with a bad boob job for free cocktails.”

you eye the drink. “was she trying to fuck you?”

he shrugs. “maybe. but she delivered.”

you sip. it’s fruity and strong. the heat blooms in your chest.

by the time you’re at the swim-up bar, you’re flushed and a little floaty. you’re perched on a submerged stool, sipping queso from a chip like soup. oikawa stands beside you in the water, and every time someone cannonballs or pushes off the edge, the waves push you two into each other, shoulders brushing, knees bumping.

neither of you moves away.

everything glimmers. glows. your skin is warm. the light is gold.

the walk back to the ship is long, but it’s satisfying. the kind of tired that settles deep.

you shower fast. he showers slower. you both pass out until dinnertime.

then there’s a knock.

your parents want to go to the comedy show. his are buzzed from a rum tasting. takeru’s out cold. his sister and her boyfriend are finally off to the club.

somehow, you and oikawa are strong-armed into a “quiet dinner” alone in the formal dining room.

you slip into the silky black dress your mom made you pack. simple. low-backed. soft as water.

when you step out, oikawa’s sitting on the edge of his bed, buttoning a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows, black dress pants low and fitted at the waist.

he looks perfect.

clean lines, collarbone peeking just beneath the top buttons, hair still damp and curling at the edges. golden skin. flushed cheeks. his eyes flick up when he sees you, lingering for a beat longer than they should.

“you clean up okay,” you say, voice lighter than you feel.

he smiles. slow. “you don’t look too bad yourself.”

you bend to strap on your heels and fumble with the clasp.

he reaches for your ankle. “here,” he says. “let me.” his fingers are careful. practiced. like he’s done this before. like this is normal. like it’s nothing.

but it feels like everything.

his touch is light. your breath is shallow. when he finishes, he doesn’t say anything. just helps you up.

at dinner you sit across from each other in a too-fancy table, menus thick, silverware polished to a gleam. you’re half-dressed up and half-aware of the tightrope you’re walking.

his foot brushes yours once under the table. you don’t pull back. neither does he. the air between you hums. not loud. but not quiet either, and somewhere in your chest, something starts to ache.

“we’ve never done dinner like this with just us before,” you murmur, buttering a roll.

“we’ve done dinners,” he says, smug. “you used to steal my chicken nuggets.”

“that was in fifth grade.”

“you still owe me for those nuggets.”

you’re halfway through your water when the waiter comes. he’s tall, handsome, vaguely european, like the kind of man who probably calls every woman bella and means it. his name tag says alejandro, and he smiles like someone who’s used to being looked at.

“for the lovely couple?” he asks, gesturing smoothly to the wine list between you.

you freeze. oikawa doesn’t.

he doesn’t even blink, just lifts a brow, all smooth charm, and tilts his head like he finds the whole thing mildly amusing.

“you pick,” he says, sliding the menu toward you without missing a beat. “she’s got better taste.”

alejandro nods, clearly approving, and glides off with the kind of elegance you can only get from working tips for ten years.

you turn slowly, staring at oikawa like he just told the captain you were married. “you didn’t correct him.”

he shrugs, sips his water. “what, you wouldn’t wanna spend the rest of your life with me?” he says, clutching his chest like he’s been mortally wounded. “do you even value our friendship?”

you roll your eyes, flustered, heart skipping for reasons you don’t want to name.

“gross,” you mumble. but your voice is quieter than you mean it to be. not quite convincing. you stare at the wine menu. don’t actually read it.

oikawa fills the silence, like he always does when you go quiet. “plus,” he says, smug, “if we told him how old we are, we’d be sipping iced tea instead of pretending to know shit about tannins.”

you snort. “tannins.”

“right?” he grins. “i barely know what they are and i still sound expensive.”

when alejandro returns, oikawa orders the wine anyway, picks something mid-tier and confidently pronounces it like he’s taken a class. you let him sip for the both of you. it smells like wood and flowers and something you’d rather not taste.

you decide you prefer cocktails.

the night passes in soft banter and lingering glances. your legs brush again beneath the table, once, twice.

you’d blame it on the cramped booth if it didn’t happen so… rhythmically. you think maybe it was on purpose.

after dinner, you don’t go back to your room right away.

the night is warm and easy, the kind that settles deep in your bones. the ship rocks gently beneath your feet, distant laughter spilling from one of the top-deck bars. someone’s playing a slow song over the speakers. the sky is navy blue and infinite, stars scattered like confetti.

you end up on the deck railing barefoot, heels dangling from your fingers, the breeze playing with your hair. oikawa stands beside you, shirt half-unbuttoned, sleeves rolled. the silver chain around his neck catches the light. his eyes are fixed on the horizon, lashes low, face unreadable.

for a while, neither of you speaks.

then, softly, like he’s been holding it in for hours, he says, “i can already tell you blame yourself and our friendship for the breakup.” he glances at you, voice steady. “but he didn’t deserve you.”

you scoff, eyes still on the waves. “you don’t even know what happened.”

“i don’t need to.”

you sigh. “you’re such a—”

but when you turn to look at him, really look—the words dry up. because he’s already watching you. and his expression is so serious, so gentle, it steals the breath from your chest.

“i know what you look like when you’re loved right,” he says, voice barely audible over the wind. “and that wasn’t it.”

you swallow.

“he was a piece of shit, y/n. he didn’t hold your bags, didn’t open the car door for you, barely remembered your coffee order, never posted you as much as you posted him.” he shakes his head. “he was all take, no give.”

you breathe in. slow. sharp. like you didn’t know you needed to hear that until now.

“i’m not even fucking you,” he says, softer now, “and i’d do all those things. without even thinking. just because you’re my friend. and i love you. and i care about you.”

your chest clenches.

you grumble, cheeks hot, voice low. “me and yuuji never fucked.”

“yeah yeah, him eating you out was basically the same thing. please,” he says, waving a hand like he’s too tired to debate semantics.

but his tone is still serious when he adds, “just… promise me you won’t let him come back, okay? because guys like that always come back. don’t let him. please.”

you nod once. raking a deep breath. and lean your head gently onto his shoulder. he shifts slightly, just enough to let you in. his shoulder is warm. steady.

he holds out his pinky and you smile, link yours with his. squeeze it. deal.

“aw, tooru,” you murmur, teasing. “you love me?”

he grumbles, “not anymore.”

but he lets you keep your head on his shoulder. and when you fall quiet again, he doesn’t move. doesn’t speak. he just stays there, solid. warm. real. exactly where he’s always been.

and you don’t sleep well that night.

“you wouldn’t wanna spend the rest of your life with me?”

he’d said it like a joke. like a throwaway line, tossed into the air just to tease you.

but it stuck.

and now it plays on a loop. not because you believe it, but because part of you wants to. wants to wonder what it would look like. what it would feel like to wake up next to him on purpose. to choose him every day instead of just ending up beside him by default.

and that’s why you don’t sleep well that night. not because of the rocking ship. not because of your snoring neighbor.

but because you keep replaying that sentence over and over and over again.

[tinydefector]

Was wondering if you could do some earth spark Megatron x reader, there isn't alot of them and I'd love to see what you could come up with.

The Malto's Neighbour

Megatron x human

Warning: none.

Wordcount: 1.6k

Megatron masterlist

Really hope you guys like this, and woo first piece for earthspark since I've started watching the series. Hope you guys enjoy the chaos which is to come.

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The Malto's property is a busy one, Twitch yelling at the others as they practise. "Keep up slow poke Twitch's madly zips between the hay bales strewn across the yard, chassis buzzing with energy. "Gotta be faster than that, Jawbreaker!" She shouted gleefully, panels flared and fans roaring. 

Hashtag revved her engine competitively, darting around the yard in tight circles as she sought an opening to knock Thrust off his pedes laughter echoing from all of them. Nearby, Nightshade sculpted away as they planned out new projects. 

Dot smiles as she watches her kids run around the yard, and back and forth from the barn. "Play nice you lot!" She calls out while finishing her coffee. The sound of  propellers alerts her to Megatron's arrival. She looks out the other side of the widow with a smile as Megatron touches down. "Megs wasn't expecting to see you today" she calls out while walking out to meet him.

His optics scans the surrounding farmland, ensuring all remains secure within guarded borders, before his powerful lip components peel back in a fierce yet weary grin. "And risk missing the sparklings?" he retorts, striding over rust coloured soil towards the porch Dorothy stood on. 

His field pulses warmth upon seeing his friend, soaking in her calming company. “It is good to see you Dorothy” A gruff hum rumbles his massive frame, relaxing further.

"so optimus, has you playing babysitter today?" She asked with a smirk, trying to ruffle his plating. A scoffing snort bellows from Megatron's vents at the insinuation of playing nursemaid.

Twitch's laughter makes Megatron look up to watch as she flies around with Mo before their eyes and optics land on the ex-warlord. "Hi Mr Megatron!" A collection of voices call out, Dot laughs at her kids. "Believe it or not they seem to enjoy having you around, think they like you better than OP '' she states smugly. A rare soft chuckle rumbles from Megatron's frame. "Well if the Prime cannot appease youthful tastes, it seems his title means less than once assumed," he replies loftily, it earns him a small slap to his plating from Dorothy. 

Beside him, her own amusement rings sweet as Terran continues with their Shenanigans. Megatron's optics glint fondly. He didn't know how to voice his appreciation to the soldier turned ranger, she trusted him so willingly with her family and he would forever be thankful for that.  

Dot walks towards her work vehicle. "You gonna be alright dealing with all of them by yourself?. Alex shouldn't be far away" she replies while getting into the driver's seat and ready to head off to work. 

"Twitch Not fair only you and Nightshade can fly!" Hashtag calls out.

 

"Too bad bozo should have picked a better alt mode instead of a Ghost Van '' Twitch calls back as she takes off with their basketball before throwing in through the hoop.

This handful of newsparks posed no threat whatsoever, and he'd make sure they were protected while she was away.

"Worry not, I shall keep them entertained and out of trouble until your return" he rumbles, His massive frame shifts casually aside as Dot's vehicle rumbles past, optics following until taillights fade into rural tree line. Massive peds crunch soil as Megatron straightens, surveying once more. 

It's only once the kids mother has left do they go about doing their own things. 

Nightshade and Hashtag with little projects together. “Can you give me a tutorial on renovating?” Nightshade ask Hashtag as the two work away 

Jawbreaker finds himself sitting beside Megatron with Mo sitting in his lap. “But I never thought you had a grounded alt” Jawbreaker states while watching the ex Decepticon. “Much has changed since my time on cybertron and even while here on earth.” He starts. “I was once a miner, my Alt was that of a Mining Drill, it's only as of recently I've taken an alt mode of a flying type” he replies, a sad smile on his lips as he remembers. He's broken out of his memory when Twitch flies back in a panic. 

"There is someone on the property!, they didn't see me but i didn't stick around to get seen" She states and it makes all the young ones tense up. 

"You don't think it's GHOST again?" 

"It could be the neighbour!" Robbie states trying to calm everyone.

"Show me," he rumbles curtly to Twitch, striding toward the perimeter of the woodlands. His engine rumbles a warning growl. "Remain here. Stay out of sight, Little bird stay in drone mode in case it is GHOST."  The young terrans all retreat back into the barn watching. The wind whispers against his armour as he and Twitch move through the woods, Twitch stays close to Megatron's side hovering as they slowly scan the area. 

A loud whistle leaves a human as they move throughout the woodlands. "Bluey!" They call out while looking through the woods. "Blue! Come on!" They call before their eyes catch movements, they huff to themself moving closer hoping to find their dog. 

As they turn down another track they freeze when Scarlet optics linger on them, their body goes into fight or flight mode but instead of either they sand frozen to the spot hoping they hadn't been seen. Megatron freezes as well, optics narrowing to analyse the stranger before him. No weapon was drawn, but their presence alone was alarming. A low menacing growl rumbles leaves his intake, Twitch hovers over his shoulder plate quick to hide behind his back as she transformers, ember optics watching the human from behind Megatron as she clings to the large Mech. 

"Explain your business here, human," he demands. "You trespass" Twitch's faint glow flickers beside him, awaiting the answer that could mean swift action, depending on what the human said would decide how quickly she would fly back to the barn.

They fall to the ground moving backwards quickly. "BLUE!!" They shout loudly. The sound of heavy footsteps crunching against branches, leaf litter and rocks follow before a large cybernetic Dog stands in front of the human growling at Megatron. Its ears are pinned back as it barks loudly at the large Mech, guarding their human. 

Twitch's optics widen in shock. “No way you have a Robodog!” she squeals out in delight only for Megatron to make sure she stays behind him. 

 Megatron's optics narrow as he watches the Metal dog and vice versa. Bright blue optics watch his every move, the creature looked like a merge of cybertronian tech yet at the same time his scans said it was something different.

"Explain," he rumbles again, optics narrowing upon the trespassers. Loyalty to one's charge he respected, if nothing else. But his main concern was his charges and their safety. More footfall alerts Megatron to one of the children running towards them. Robbie pants as he catches up to Megatron, his eyes going wide when he sees his neighbour. “DON'T BLAST OUT NEIGHBOUR!" He yells loudly.

 

"You know them?" he asked Robbie who nodded. "Yea they leave across the woods, their another one of my Parents friend's!" He states only to flinch as the cyberdog sniffs him. its ears perk up and whines at the young man waiting for a pat. "Robbie?" The other human calls out in shock.

“Um Hey!, sorry about him” Robbie says sheepishly while patting the dog's face. "Um... when did you get a robot dog?" He asked his neighbour, they let out a groan as they continued laying on the ground. Crimson optics scan the pair, A rumbling purr vibrates his massive chassis, posture shifting from confrontational to watchful. "You seem acquainted. Explain yourselves further - why have these 'neighbours' not been introduced before now?" He asked Robbie. 

The young man turns back to Megatron. "Because the terrans are hiding from GHOST, Megatron," He states, but the shock of reality finally kicks in after he says those words. "We are all gonna be in deep shit when mom gets home," he says in a panic. Twitch perks up. "Ohhhhh, Robbie said a bad word! I'm telling mom!!" She shouts while flying out from behind Megatron's shoulder.

"Troubles abound it seems," he finally replies, his tone modulated into something approaching conciliatory. "Explanations are due. But not here, it isn't safe out here." Crimson optics scan the forest shadows. 

That's how they end up sitting in the Kitchen of the Malto's house with both Robbie and Mo, along with the Terrans watching them from windows and Megatron sitting on the ground beside the house watching. They slowly sip on their drink as the kids look at them with worry. "You're not going to tell anyone about the bots right?" Mo asked.

"What!, no, no! That would put Blue in more danger, I'm out here hiding him for the Government" they state. It makes all the terrans relax before questions fly about themself and their cyberdog. 

Megatron scans Blue appraisingly where the cyber-hound lies on the Doorstep near his Pede. He had never seen anything like this creature. He had his run in with turbofoxs and other creatures like on cybertron, but this one almost reminded him of Ravage in how protective they were of their human.

A sigh vents softly from Megatron's frame, he reaches out slowly running a servos over the dog's back which makes the mutt huff, before it rolls over in delight, soft chafing noises leave them. 

It's only when Alex returns that he realises something is up. "Kids... what's going on?" He asked his children. The older of the collect waves. "Um Hey Alex, you might wanna sit down" they call out to him. He nearly drops his shopping bags when he sees the Metallic Dog.

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