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napicaz benim bu kisik goz sevdami ya

[hanggarae]

FAST PACE— 빠른 걸음

racer!choi seungcheol x gn!reader, 0.7k words, fluff, reader is terrified of motorcycles + fast driving, cheol has/had piercings, street races, mention of lip cut

“oh no you’re crazy if you think i’m getting on that thing” you half screamed at seungcheol when he revved up his motorcycle.

the man in question giving you a mock offended look, hand placed over his chest to console his unbroken heart. “‘thing?’ baby this is our first child what do you mean?”

you raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend. he always got like this. he loved the thrills and adrenaline in life.

you however were the complete opposite. in theory, yes riding a motorcycle and driving at an insane speed in a car was cool- but in reality it was terrifying. you could be with the most safest driver in the world with no chance of crashing but you’d still be scared and sobbing the entire time.

and truth be told you didn’t get the big deal about it all. you supported your boyfriend and loved how happy he’d get when describing the rush to you but his descriptions are the closest you’ll ever allow yourself to get to motorcycles and fast cars.

“come on baby it’ll be fun!” seungcheol smiled at you, that same charming smile he gave you when you turned up at one of his races because your friend dragged you along.

“i don’t think so cheol..” you told him warily, waving your hands ‘no’ in front of his own that was inching a helmet closer to you.

seungcheol huffed out a laugh, making you look at him a little confused before he pulled you closer to him, engulfing you in a hug.

“it’s just reminding me of when we first met” he smiled, dimples marking deep on his cheek.

you smiled yourself when you thought back on the memory. back then, seungcheol hadn’t gone pro yet and only drove around for street races that your friends urged you to come with them to. it was cool to see, even if the noises made your head hurt.

“shua! you focus on the tall dude with the blonde hair, i’ll tail the one with the buzz cut, got it?” you heard someone say in front of you. when you looked up, you saw it was one of the racers on the team your friends were rooting for.

he wore a graphic tee and a leather jacket. ‘typical’ you rolled your eyes and then scanned the rest of his face to see numerous piercings on his face. looking around, you could see his friends were all pretty similar. more or less all of them wore some sort of leather attire with at least one piercing on either their eyebrow, lip or nose.

when he turned around to grab something from a friend of his he noticed your stare on him, shooting you a smirk before he got in his car.

he obviously won, coming back to cheers from the rest of his friends as well as yours. although you didn’t know much about him, you ended up naturally cheering for him too. he just looked so happy about it and honestly so cute when he hugged his friend that was racing with him.

after the crowd died down, seungcheol approached you again, asking you on a date with a flower that he said he picked and offering you a ride on his motorcycle.

now seungcheol still gets you flowers every time he finishes a race. and he still looks as cute as he did before, trying to hide the flowers behind his back to surprise you but you always know what’s coming when he walks up to you with that same grin.

his hair’s blonde now, he dyed it a few months ago and you can’t help but play with it every time- it compliments his racer jacket so well.

you brushed your thumb on his lip and then the skin on top of his cheek, below his eyes. he doesn’t wear his piercings often anymore. when you asked he said he stopped because it looks more professional without them, but he once let slip to you when he was drunk that he didn’t like wearing them after you’d accidentally cut your lip on it when you kissed him.

“so” seungcheol dragged out, motioning to his spare helmet once more and shooting you a look that said “what do you say?”

you gulped harshly, looking over the motorcycle while biting at your bottom lip. when you saw that pleading look on his face you knew you were done for.

sighing, you took the helmet from him and strapped it on then hopped on to the bike while holding seungcheol’s waist as tightly as you could. “just make sure you go super slow, okay?” you looked at him nervous.

seungcheol smiled again, moving closer to place a kiss on your cheek, “okay”

[pinkanonwrites]

HANDS-ON LEARNING

Read 'Handle With Care' here!

Rodimus/Human Reader, NSFW, First Contact AU, AFAB Reader, GN Pronouns, G/T, Experimental Sex, Fingering, Oral (Receiving)

Since this is a First Contact fic, dialogue that is both bold and italicized are words that both the reader and Rodimus understand.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

Of all the ideas you'd had over the course of your life, this had to be one of the worst.

Granted, it wasn't as bad as trying to follow the blinking light into the woods after your car broke down, only to end up abducted by aliens. But it was pretty high up there.

But between said abduction and your ensuing rescue by the gigantic alien robots and the spaceship they called home, you hadn't exactly had a lot of time to yourself. And after days melted into weeks and you eventually began to lose track of how long it had been since you had been plucked from Earth, you were starting to get a little… wound up.

Most days were spent in between the massive metal fingers of a robot that you were pretty sure was named Rodimus as he shuttled you from room to room and presented you to his fellow crew members like a first-grader showing off their new pet hamster. But despite the glaring communication barrier and the ever-present threat of being squashed under foot, Rodimus was very careful with you. He made sure you were safe and comfortable, never picked you up without letting you know ahead of time, and did his best to communicate simple thoughts and ideas with you through hilarious, size-difference charades. It could be a little awkward sometimes, but he was nice! It was nice.

And then, about a week ago, Rodimus accidentally made you cum so hard you almost blacked out. And you couldn't stop thinking about it.

But honestly, how were you supposed to stop thinking about it? Sure, it was an accident, (or you were pretty sure it was, at least. Giant robot charades isn't always a perfect system) but it was an accident that refused to leave your mind. When Rodimus would lay on his big slab of metal to sleep, or recharge his batteries, or whatever it was that giant robots did at bedtime, you'd be lying awake in the little habitat he'd built for you out of his desk craving the sensation of sitting on the world's best and most attentive washing machine and letting the vibrations spark stars behind your eyelids.

So maybe it was a bit stupid, and horny, and frankly desperate to search out that feeling again from a guy four times your size who could crush you in his hand like a grape if he ever wanted to. But God damn if it wouldn't be worth it.

So that's how you found yourself in the position you are now. Naked, sprawled back against the surface of the desk with one of Rodimus's massive hands cradling your upper body, and a giant finger from the other tracing up the inner curve of your thigh. He seemed almost enchanted by the way your goosebumps rippled to the surface beneath his touch, letting out a pleased, mechanical warble.

He seemed to adore your softness compared to the rigid metal of his own skin, as Rodimus liked to squish you quite a bit. Never enough to hurt, just enough to feel the warm press of your skin between the joints of his fingers and hands, or to drag a curious fingertip down your cheek. But there was a particular meekness with the way he touched you right now, like he was only just realizing how easy it would be for him to hurt you. It was painfully sweet, and if you weren't absolutely aching for something more right now you may have been content to let him continue his gentle fondling.

"C'mon, big guy." You murmured instead, resting your hand around his wrist and pulling him up closer to the apex of your thighs. He let out a soft, surprised revving sound at your boldness, glancing at your face a few times before finally pressing the top of his finger up between your thighs, lying flush against your folds. If you had to compare the sensation, you'd say the feeling of leaning a little too far forward on a motorcycle seat was similar. It was warm, rumbling, pressing up against all the right places, but not quite enough to get you anywhere you really wanted. Still, you couldn't stifle your shaky moan, and that seemed to really get him going.

"Yes?..." He all but purred, one of the few words you had actually managed to learn between the two of you. The pointed chevron of his brow seemed to quirk up a bit on one side as he glanced down at his thick finger between your legs before back up to your gaze.

"Yes. It's good, I just… want more." You knew he couldn't understand your words, but the slow roll of your hips and the slick coating of your arousal over his knuckle seemed to get the message across just fine. He rocked his finger up against you, wet with your drooling heat as the jut of the joint slid up and over your clit again, and again, and again. Still slow, yes, but almost painfully good. Your hips jerked towards the sensation and he cooed, engine rumbling louder to course vibrations up through your aching cunt.

He murmured your name, or the best that he could approximate in his echoey, mechanical trill. From the hand cradling your upper body his massive thumb slid forward, dragging along the curve of your jaw and down to the jut of your collarbone with a delicate curiosity. Panting, you let yourself melt into his touch, rolling your hips against his other hand and shuddering at every other press that seemed to hit just the right spot. Fuck, this was good. Better than good, you felt like your brain was going to melt out of your ears, molten heat pooling low in your stomach as a pleasant buzz of arousal seemed to crawl through your muscles and out to the tips of your fingers and toes. It was probably way too early to be cumming, but you'd been pent-up for far too long already and the relentless vibrations only pushed you higher and higher, a rubber band threatening to snap as you gasped and shuddered and tossed your head back against Rodimus's enormous metal palm.

It was all you could do to keep your feet from kicking out as your orgasm washed over you, the aching clench of your cunt around nothing making you whine as his fingers slowed to a lazy, comfortable stroking. You blinked blearily up at him, a look of incredibly sly pride on his face as you went limp and content in his palm.

"Fuck, Rodimus." You groaned. It startled you, the sheer volume of his engine's snarl in response to your simple, fucked-out sigh of his name. But more surprising was the sudden press of two blunt fingers against your messy hole, slippery with your own arousal as they tried to work their way into you. "W-Wait! Rodimus, fuck, it's not gonna fi-MMGH!?"

With a wet pop, the tips of his two massive fingers slipped into your still-twitching cunt, stretching you wider than you'd ever been before. Even one of his fingers was more than big enough for you, but he somehow fit two? Your entire body trembled as you flopped back, slave to the impossible stretch and press of unrelenting metal against your most sensitive spots. Whimpers and groans were forced from your body with each minute flex and press of his fingers deeper, deeper, scraping spots you could never reach with your own two hands and stuffing you so full you felt like you couldn't breathe in properly. The heat that had only just receded was building again, impossibly quick, a tingling jolt underneath your skin that made the muscles of your legs twitch and kick outside of your own control as your mind struggled between spearing yourself further on this impossible stretch or wriggling helplessly away.

He was talking again, an incomprehensible clutter of mechanized boops and whirrs that you only barely managed to process in your pleasure-drunk mind. Then, with a sudden rush of motion and swoop of your stomach with the G-force, you were cradled off of the table with his free hand and held up to his face. There was a glow to his cheeks, a bead of liquid trailing down the side of his helmet as he gazed down at you. Robots could blush? And sweat? Apparently this one could, a gush of warm heat rolling over your body as he huffed, mouth hanging slightly open. Behind his giant teeth you could see a peek of a silver-grey tongue, a rippling smooth expanse of rubber and metal-mesh that crept towards you until Rodimus dragged it oh-so-carefully up the length of your cunt.

"FUCK!" You wailed, hands scrabbling for purchase against the joints and bends of Rodimus's hand as he swept his massive tongue between your folds. He let out a low, growling groan at the taste, burying his face between your thighs as he stroked and massaged your pulsing clit with the tip of his tongue. His fingers kept working, curling up towards your stomach on each thrust as you sobbed, abandoning your grip on his hand to clutch to the yellow chevron on his brow like your life depended on it. Your head was swimming, buzzing so intensely with heat that you could barely form a thought beyond the deep, impending well of your next orgasm. It pulsed from so deeply within you, a relentless wall of pleasure rushing towards you faster than you could prepare yourself for. All you could do was cling desperately to Rodimus's brow and hold on for the ride, sobbing and gasping and shivering as it crept ever higher, warmth blossoming out from your cunt and crawling across your shaky frame as pleasure exploded behind your eyelids. You wailed his name again, barely comprehensible, as each press of his fingers forced a gush of slick from your quivering hole and spattered into his giant palm. As quickly as it came his tongue swept it gently away, fingers slowing and letting out a low, melodic hum as your wails and moans trailed off into soft, sniffly whimpers. Finally, finally, after what felt like an eternity but couldn't have been more than a minute at most, he began to lower you carefully back down onto the desk, thumb rubbing a tear from your cheek as he pulled his fingers from your puffy, overworked cunt.

He cooed your name again, cradling your body in both palms. "Good?" He murmured, warmth from his metal palms seeping directly into your sweaty skin and aching muscles. You heaved another shaky breath, unable to form words so you instead shot the giant mech a wavering thumbs-up. In any other scenario that may have been a cripplingly embarrassing response to what was possibly the best orgasm of your life, but it pulled a beaming smile to Rodimus's face regardless.

In a few minutes the tacky feel of slick and sweat and robot saliva drying on your skin would begin to border on intolerable, and you knew you'd eventually have to rise to fawn-like legs and stumble to clean yourself up. But for now you were more than happy to lay sprawled in your giant companion's grasp.

Hell, maybe he'd even help you take a bath, too. After all, it's not like you had anything left to hide.

[i6keis]

teach me

haitani rindou x reader

warnings: just rin teasing u :P

i havent posted for a while ???? so hello hehe

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“teach me how to ride a motorcy—“

“no.” rindou straight up shut you off with no hesitation. his face devoid of any emotion as he lays down comfortably on your lap, your fingers gently stroking his messy locks.

“why not?” a pout formed in your face, clearly upset with the fact that your boyfriend just turned down your offer when in fact he rarely does that.

to be completely honest, it was not a problem for rindou to teach you, he in fact can do that anytime as long as you can and want to.

but the thing is, this man already reached miles away overthinking about the possible outcomes of your innocent request. he already thought of your constant rejections to his offers to ride with him since you already know how to drive yourself.

and he didn’t want that, not even a bit. he wants you to keep relying on him when you need someone to pick you up or just to randomly take you anywhere. but then again, he wouldn’t admit that, at least not within your range.

“just because.” he answered, his eyes still closed to avoid looking at your face that he knew he wouldn’t be able to last resisting. “and what’s the point anyway? it’s not like you’re buying yourself a motorcycle. can’t even buy herself a bottled water”

upon hearing that, you feigned an offended expression with matching hands on the chest. “excuse me?” you scoff at him earning a hearty laugh from the male below you.

“kidding. but come on, why are you suddenly asking for things like this?” he now opened his eyes, orbs staring right up you with a sulky expression hiding behind it.

he was hoping you would get his message and just drop the subject but knowing you, you’re a passionate one who never backs away from anything especially after you’ve made up your mind about your desire to do something.

“rin, please. just wanna learn a new hobby” with pleading eyes, you looked at your boyfriend in hopes of him finally giving in and agreeing to teach you.

it was true in all means. there’s not a concrete reason for you to suddenly want to learn it, just want to try something new is all. so you’ve felt unfair how your boyfriend is depriving you of that. petty it is.

“what can i earn from doing it?” he challenged, close to setting aside his worries and just giving you what you’ve been wanting since the past hour.

“hmmm.” you pretended to think, already has an offer in mind, your index finger tapping your chin continuously. “what about a kiss?”

you caught sight of the obvious scrunch of his face in disgust. “not even worth my time at all,” he joked, earning a smack on his chest from you.

“i’m asking ran then.” you’ve fired your last bullet, looking at the man on your lap with a cocky smirk knowing this would be his final straw.

“like hell you would. he won’t even agree knowing there’s a high chance of a ‘brokencycle’ at the end,” he replied smugly.

you gently moved his head away after hearing that because of how lightly he had placed it on your lap, crossed your arms over your chest, and let out an "i hate you" while rolling your eyes.

he laughed for the nth time of the day. you're on the verge of concluding that this guy's true preferred pastime and means of amusement is to annoy the hell out of you, and you could just be correct.

rindou adjusted himself in a sitting position, twisting his body lightly to have a good look at you, amusement still evident in his eyes. 

out of nowhere, the blonde (w blue highlights) haired guy suddenly leaned in giving you a quick peck on the lips, his arms engulfing you tight as he looked at you intently. 

because of the close proximity you have with him, you didn’t miss to get a good huff of his manly scent that you oh so love a lot. suddenly, the feeling of annoyance you once have are slowly fading away, your attention now fully set on him.

“okay, fine. i’ll teach you,” he whispered, fully aware that, given your proximity to one another, you would be able to hear him clearly.

upon hearing that, you let out a tiny scream and mentally jumped up and down in victory. so he can’t resist me after all, you thought.

“but,” your mini victory party was cut short as the guy, who is still tightly pressing you against his chest, spoke. you looked at him in confusion, already sensing something fishy and you suddenly had the urge to back away. 

“but?”

“i’ll teach you in one condition,” 

despite being reluctant, you slowly nodded at him to let him know it was okay to go on.

“you’ll pay for the g-a-s” rindou made sure to give emphasis to each letter as he spelled it out. if it weren't for the realization you had after hearing what he just said, you could have laughed at the expression he had on his face.

“on a second thought, i think i’m good with you being the driver. don’t you think so too, rindou?”

[seconddoubt]

I don't want a pickle, I just want to ride on my motorsickle, and I don't want a tickle, 'cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle, and I don't want to die, I just want to ride on my motorcy...cle

photos by Henry Diltz

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23 | Shibas' Hearts

Pairing: Mikey x Fem!Reader

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As the sun peeks through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room, you awaken in Mikey's embrace. The room emits an air of luxury, with elegant furnishings, soft hues, and large windows that bathe the space in natural light. The bed, covered with silky sheets and plush pillows, offers you more comfort than you've probably ever experienced. 

Mikey's arm tightens around you as he begins to wake up. His gaze meets yours, filled with warmth. "Good morning, love. Did you sleep well?" he asks gently.

You nod as you pull yourself closer to him, feeling the reassuring beat of his heart against you. "Like a dream," you reply, a contented smile growing across your lips. 

As you lay beside him, your conversation flows effortlessly through a variety of different things. You talk about your hopes, dreams, and all the goals you have for your life. The air is filled with shared laughter, whispered promises, and the reassurance of your deepening connection.

Reluctantly, Mikey eventually suggests getting up. He informs you that the shower is just in the next room, allowing you a moment of privacy to freshen up. When you get there, the bathroom is spacious and decorated with modern fixtures.

After your shower, you follow the tempting aroma that wafts from the kitchen. There, you find Mikey preparing a breakfast. A bowl of steaming miso soup sits on the table, accompanied by a plate of freshly grilled fish and a bowl of fluffy white rice.

After taking in the mouthwatering sight of the breakfast, you can't help but express your surprise. "I didn't know you could cook," you remark, a mixture of curiosity and admiration in your voice.

Mikey chuckles softly. "I didn't for the longest time, 'til Draken taught me a thing or two," he reveals, a note of gratitude in his tone. "He's always got my back, and I owe him a lot."

With the dishes arranged before you, Mikey invites you to eat. The two of you then share a meal together, savoring the flavors and engaging in conversation. As you eat, the topic turns to the success of the fair the previous day and the impressive amount of funds raised.

"I can't believe how much we made," Mikey exclaims, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Your idea, Y/N, it really made a difference."

"Well, we all worked hard to make it happen," you reply modestly, your eyes meeting his in a moment of shared pride and affection.

As your conversation continues, a text notification suddenly interrupts you. Noticing that it is a message from your sister, you grab your phone to answer it.

"Shit," you curse under your breath as you read what she's said. You then look up at Mikey with concern clear in your eyes. "Yuzuha told Hakkai the truth about everything."

"You need to get you back to your house now," Mikey answers you. "You've got to explain everything to Hakkai before he gets even more upset."

After your agreeing nod, Mikey reaches for his phone and makes a call. Within moments, Mitsuya appears, ready to help. Mikey wastes no time in explaining the gravity of the situation. "Mitsuya, take Y/N to her house. It's urgent. Make sure she gets there quickly and safely." 

Grateful for their support, you express your gratitude to Mikey, and he bids you goodbye with a kiss.

The two of you then walk down and out of the building, Mitsuya's brows furrow in concern as he notices how unwell you look. "Are you alright? What's going on?"

Taking a deep breath, you meet his gaze and confess the truth. "My sister just told my brother the truth about everything, what I've been doing this whole time, and now I need to explain before things get worse."

Mitsuya's expression shifts from concern to understanding. He reaches out and places a hand on your shoulder. "I see. We'll get you there as fast as we can. Don't worry, I've got your back."

Grateful for his support, you thank him and Mitsuya hands you his spare helmet. As you secure it on your head, Mitsuya mounts his motorcycle and pats the backseat, gesturing for you to get on.

With a mix of anticipation and anxiety, you take your place behind Mitsuya, tightly holding onto his waist. The engine roars to life, and within seconds, you're racing through the streets, the wind rushing past you as you cling to the hope that you can mend the broken bonds with Hakkai and salvage what's left of your shattered trust.

As you arrive at your house, the adrenaline coursing through your veins makes you nearly jump off the motorcycle. You quickly thank Mitsuya and wave to him before opening the door to your home, scanning the area for your brother. However, he's nowhere to be found inside.

Stepping back outside, you look at Mitsuya, who points across the street. Your gaze follows his gesture, and there you see Hakkai, sitting on a bench with his hands on his head, lost in his own thoughts. Silently, you make your way over and sit down beside him, letting a few moments pass in silence.

Finally, you gather the courage to speak, your voice gentle yet filled with sincerity. "Hakkai, I need to explain everything. I really should have told you sooner but I didn't want you to get in even more trouble or be harmed. It was a really really hard decision, but I thought it was the best way to keep you safe."

Hakkai's eyes meet yours, filled with a mix of confusion and hurt. "Why didn't you trust me enough to handle it myself? Why didn't you come to me first?"

You take a deep breath, reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder. "I didn't want you to face the consequences alone. I was scared, Hakkai, and I made a mistake. I should have trusted you more, and I'm really sorry."

Hakkai nods slowly, his anger beginning to disappear. "I get it," he nods, beginning to understand. "It was messed up but I can see why you did it. I just wish... I could have been the one trying to protect the two of you for once."

Relief washes over you as you begin to realize that the wound splitting you both apart can finally begin to heal. But then, curiosity tugs at him and he asks, "Why did you come with Mitsuya?"

You take a moment to collect your thoughts before you respond. "He offered to give me a ride. He's been really nice and I think he's staying to make sure everything is okay with us first."

Hakkai's eyebrows furrow in a mixture of surprise and amusement. "Oh yeah? I remember when we all lived with Taiju, I used to have such a thing for him."

A small smile creeps onto your face as you recall those days. "Really? You never told me that before. Well, maybe you should give it a shot if you're still interested. It's not too late."

Hakkai shrugs nonchalantly, his eyes glancing off to the side. "Eh, maybe. We'll see how things go with Mikey and Draken not wanting to kill me first."

As your conversation moves on to other things, a sense of relief settles over both of you. The tension begins to dissipate, and the forgiveness you've been waiting for is finally within reach. 

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[egg-emperor]

Rate my Ivo's family headcanons:

Gerald's eldest son was a ...dissapontment. He did inherit none of his father's genius and spend his life as a typical rich sleazeball with no daily job, paying for mansions and casino nights with Gerald's riches. He did, however, care for his own son Ivo as much as he could and was neither abusive, neither that much neglectful father. However, that was not enough for Ivo. Ivo had no respect for his father since his first year of middle school when he had discovered that he is already much smarter and more ambitious than his dad ever was. Just about the only thing adult Ivo's character had inherited from his dad is his love for casinos and theme parks. But do not try suggesting to Ivo that he has any sentimentality towards his father's memory - he would murder you for this lol.

Ivo's mother, however, is a much different story. She was a professional thief, a vamp and an alpha bitch (Ivo believes he had inherited his own psychopathy from her). Ivo's mom was bailed out of prison and secretly hired by GUN to steal stuff for them. Here, she met Gerald and soon married in his family for money. She didn't really care about her husband and son... but her son still idolized her for her alpha bitch charisma and great manipulation skills (Ivo could see through his mother's manipulation of people around her already as a child. However, instead of being horrified, he was rather fascinated and dreaming to imitate his mother.

Ivo's mother was the only person ever Ivo had approached with the offer to voluntary join Eggman Empire and be given the high-rank position in it, in fact, be the second person in Eggman Empire after Ivo himself. However, his mom had argued that, since she is his mom and had taught him all of his manipulation skills, she should be, at least, Ivo's equal. After an absolutely horrendous family quarrel that had followed, Ivo had ended up kicking his mom out in the cold and tipping the police to arrest his mother for poisoning her husband (which may or may not have been true. Ivo didn't care). Many years later, Ivo learns that his mother had perished in the collateral damage caused by one of his own weapons of mass destruction during the events of... one of his many confrontations with Sonic. Ivo's reaction was... "Meh, whatever. "

Alright first of all, I love the inclusion of his father being into casinos. I like to imagine all of Ivo's main interests and fascinations of science, robotics, theme parks, carnivals, circuses, casinos, etc. All the other interests are things he could've actually found interest in and places he could actually visit as a child but of course he couldn't go to any casinos. XD So when it comes to them, it's a great idea for him to take interest in them when he was too young from learning about them from his father's interest. I do like to imagine that he did some gambling and was maybe a bit of a casino enthusiast, having an interest in visiting a lot of them and had a lot of experience and stories to tell and that's how Ivo got into them himself, though I also think he wouldn't want to admit that.

I like to imagine his father was pretty intelligent too though, not a super genius like his father Gerald or son Ivo but he was smart. I also imagine he wasn't lazy but actually very busy, he was a businessman and was very often away and pretty absent, so it was another thing that further fueled (though it wasn't the cause) Ivo's desire for attention and he used to be frustrated that he couldn't get the amount he wanted from him. I also imagine that his father did some mechanic work on the side and Ivo would go into his garage to observe at a young age and eventually start to join him in some work when he was a bit older. He learned some of the basics from him but eventually became better than him at a lot of things with his higher intelligence and skill but it would've hurt his father's pride to admit it.

I even like to extend it so his father had a thing for motorcycles and Ivo learned enough about them first enough for him to combine it with his practicing for robotics to make an early version of the Motobug as one of his first creations when he was much younger. And he became interested in them enough to get his first motorcycle in earlier adulthood, and his interest remained for his choice of extreme gear to be a bike, and it also explains his line of mission dialogue in Zero Gravity where he says "you should've seen what I could do when I was younger"

I did give his father some negative traits, he definitely didn't have the time or really even the required amount of desire of dedication to being a father to be considered a very good one. He was also a single father for more of Ivo's childhood than not, I'm even leaning towards his mother being absent for possibly all of it. So when his father wasn't around and that was often with his busy life, Ivo didn't have anyone to show his work to and nobody to give him the attention he wanted. He was also a bit of an egotistical asshole, but not as much as Ivo. And he wasn't cruel or abusive towards Ivo at all though, he never did anything harmful to him specifically. But Ivo just didn't like his personality and used to roll his eyes at the very same behavior he exhibited himself like a hypocrite. Because his father shouldn't act like the best when he knows he's the best. XD

You could say he was a little neglectful at least in terms of not being there often and when he was around, they didn't really bond much and their work in the garage together was one of the only times they did. He also often tried to make Ivo do things on his own and have certain responsibilities quite a bit earlier in life than he should have because he didn't have a lot of time for him with his work. He'd only stay home when he absolutely needed to in times where he wasn't taking a break, for example when Ivo would get too sick to take care of himself. But even then, if he wasn't bedridden and he could give him medicine, Ivo's dad would just give him that and go off to work. But that's the worst of the things he did, obviously it's not great as he should've been there more for him but he couldn't and he didn't do this with the specific intention to hurt or mistreat him. He was also probably just raising Ivo in a similar way he was raised himself.

I do feel he could've been bad with money when it came to things like gambling, smoking, drinking, and splurging on personal luxuries when he wasn't working but because he was rich, not only from inheritance but also from a successful business and work on the side, it wasn't really a worry but could've been a disappointment and another reason why he still wouldn't give his son much attention when he actually was around. But he would also let his son get whatever he wanted and Ivo being a spoiled entitled brat at least enjoyed this a lot and it was helpful in him acquiring resources and materials for work and passion projects. These things kept him occupied and he wouldn't feel lonely when his father wasn't around, he liked the alone time to get immersed in his hobbies and interests and work hard. He was just bothered that his father didn't give him the amount of attention and praise he wanted when he was around.

Part of this is because his father didn't really think his work was that surprising or impressive after all the things his father Gerald accomplished and his success that he'd looked up to and admired him for all his life similar to the way Ivo did, not because he wanted to be an ass and make his son feel bad. And while his father had negative traits, there were things about him he didn't like, but also some of his interests and knowledge came to be because of him, he still had no part in the forming of Ivo's core personality, bad behaviors, ego and desire for attention, and especially not his evil. His father isn't to blame, he only slightly further fueled his already existing desire for attention and praise at most. His admiration for Gerald still had way more influence over him than anything else in terms of wanting to become a brilliant successful scientist, but there isn't anyone that influenced his actual evil and he has nobody to blame for his choices. He could've been good but didn't want and choose to be.

I hope you don't mind me rambling about my own headcanons and concepts in response lol. But yeah, overall I'd say your headcanon for his father is good and quite similar to mine in terms of some of his behaviors, how Ivo got some of his interests like casinos and also motorcycles and his interest in the buff guys saw in the men's fashion and beachwear magazines and catalogs because he used to steal from his father's stack out of "boredom" for "studying" purposes and didn't realize how suspicious it was for his father to keep them in the first place until decades later and then he realized his father was probably bisexual lol in my interpretation of him, and how he wasn't abusive or intentionally neglectful. I like that a lot. But I imagine him to be a very busy and rather successful businessman and mechanic myself, though he did have some other negative traits and some bad habits. And Ivo already had some of these in common with him without it actually being due to any influence from him. Funnily enough, the only bad habit he almost got purely thanks to his father in my concept was smoking after stealing his easily accessible cigarettes but he had the responsibility to not become a chain-smoker like him. That's the only thing he can blame him for, leaving his cigarettes laying around for him to steal. But even then, it's not like he made Ivo steal and try them lol :P

As for those ideas for his mother, they're interesting and I have nothing against you for them but honestly, I'm not a fan of the idea that either of Ivo's parents were really evil people that heavily influenced the development of Ivo's core personality traits, behaviors, and evil, or anything like that. I don't think he admired and was inspired by anyone else like he was with Gerald. He didn't look up to any bad people and aspire to be just like them and try to follow in the evil footsteps of anyone, so he doesn't have any blame to put on any bad people for who he ended up becoming and the choices he made all by himself. I like the idea of that a lot more because I feel it's too common of a trope that a villain's parents play a part in the reason why they're evil when that isn't always the reason why people are bad in real life either. I like to see variety, I like how it hasn't been implied with game canon Eggman and didn't like it when it was a thing in AoStH.

I don't have any headcanons for his mother as I was stumped and it got to the point where I couldn't imagine her being there for Ivo's childhood, so I've been going with the idea she was absent/dead for a while. But if she wasn't, I wouldn't make her similar to AostH Robotnik's mother in the way she was controlling, influencing his evil, was a horrible person herself, etc. I also can't picture Eggman wanting to involve his family in the empire, I feel it was always intended for himself alone and he wouldn't want to give anyone else a high position of power, and he doesn't need to with his own power and his robots. I just imagine that when he was old enough, felt ready, had his inheritance from his grandfather, and was done being around his father (no arguments or anything, they just grew even more distant when Ivo no longer tried to get more attention from him and they could just tell they annoyed each other with their personalities and behaviors without having to say it) he just disappeared and began working towards his dreams.

We already know that he admired and was inspired by Gerald and despite him being a good man and role model for someone to have before the tragedy and how he changed at the end of his life, Ivo still very well could've developed a big ego and desire for being recognized by the whole world to the point he wanted to take over. And even then, the blame for his evil still can't be placed onto Gerald, as Ivo just happened to be inspired by him in the wrong ways as he decided to accomplish his dreams through evil and demand, instead of the intention to do good for the world like Gerald. And what happened to his grandfather leading up to his death clearly didn't play a part in why he's evil, it's just that he was proud of being related to his grandfather, proud of his own intelligence and skills, and desired the success and recognition he got more selfishly without caring to do good for people in the world like Gerald and was also willing to accomplish his dream in much eviller ways.

Though I also share the headcanon that he wouldn't really be upset about his parents' deaths, however they died. He didn't react with sadness towards learning about his mother's death, he had no particular feelings about it, just nothing. And it turns out it wasn't just because he didn't know his mother to be sad about it, it was because of his low empathy, just like how he has no visible strong emotional reaction to Gerald and Maria's tragedy, even despite his admiration for his grandfather. His father simply could've died of old age which is what I think I'm going with but if he had possibly gotten killed as a result of the collateral damage of Ivo's actions, I don't think even that would make him feel guilty as he'll do whatever it takes to accomplish his dreams and get what he wants. But in my concept, Ivo didn't know how he died because he wasn't in contact with him at all anymore. If he did, regardless of how he died, Ivo's reaction would be just as blank and nonchalant as he's been seen acting towards Gerald's.

You have some cool ideas and we have some in common too. These are just my personal thoughts and ideas and I get very excited and passionate when talking about this stuff and I enjoy seeing other people's ideas too, it's a lot of fun XD 💜

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