#muse went a lil ham for this

[devourensarc]

They spar, they tousle, and Wriothesley smirks as he pins the Harbinger on the cold metal floor of the Fortress. “Got you.” He grips Childe’s wrists with one hand above his head and the other hand wipes at the blood on Wriothesley’s lips. They spar, they tousle again, and they roll around on the floor like feral creatures play-fighting in the dirt. “Pinned you again~” Wriothesley chuckles, sitting atop the Harbinger once more. He leans down just inches from Childe’s face, breathing hard and grinning madly. “Don’t tap out on me, goofball. Come on. You can’t hurt me. Show me what you got.”

@icerberus

Childe's blood thrums in his veins, his entire body electric as if he had called upon his Delusion. It sits untouched somewhere to the side in this fight, man to man, no Visions or weapons, just their fists and their bodies and, in Childe's case, their teeth. It's just the effect Wriothesley has on him, dragging him into that exhilarating rush that normally only an all - out battle for his life gives him.

But even in the heat of it, pinned under Wriothesley's heavier weight, still panting from the exertion of their fight, he doesn't fear for his life. Panting, flushed, their faces inches apart, he feels no fear at all — only the rush, the breathtaking freedom in dropping his act for their short time together.

But not letting go of it entirely. They fought, they left each other bruised and bloodied, but he still pulled his blows. Even when the hungry darkness stirred in his veins, he was careful not to let it swallow him, lest it swallow Wriothesley, too.

The challenge hangs in the sliver of air between them and sinks under his skin. He hesitates for a moment, but the moment his accepts, his eyes darken and his teeth flash in a smile.

If Wriothesley thought he could handle it, then Childe would trust him.

They go at it again, and this time, he does not pull his blows. He fights like the Abyssal creatures that had once tried to kill him — vicious, bloodthirsty, ravenous, honed by years of training into a graceful, deadly creature barely contained in human skin. Childe lets go, and it feels amazing.

When their spar comes to an end again, this time the Harbinger sits astride Wriothesley, hands curled around the other's wrists to pin them to the floor. Blood cakes his nails and splatters his face, from the new scratches decorating Wriothesley's skin. His own muscles ache, and already new bruises are darkening over his skin to join the others he'd earned today.

He stares down at Wriothesley, panting, and then a slow smile spreads across his face, sharp and satisfied. He leans down and nuzzles into Wriothesley's neck, teeth nipping at the column of his throat.

❝ Satisfied with what you've seen? ❞ he purrs.

[llamagoddessofficial]

happy birthday (or thereabouts), llama!! congrats on another slingshot through the solar system, may your most thematically appropriate of birthday timeframes bless you with many skeletons to come ♡∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

thought I'd be sneaky and do a lil birthday present sketch based off whatever your answer might be to that last ask of mine, but then you went and dropped an au so spooky-excellent that I just had to go a bit ham in your honor. eldritch au my beloved.......

(too many appendages,,, strange, shifting sizes,,,,,,, '''humanoid''' with great liberties........ mimicking clothes and familiar human things like 'bones' but via strange and curling and slow-writhing tentacles/tendrils............ one terrifying Being offering a moment's dangerous maybe-respite from the mind-flaying curiousity of another........... the interminable focus of the kind of hunter for whom time is of no consequence..... what is safety but relative?? godspeed in the many arms of your eldritch soulmates >:)c )

shh.

The voice sounded inside your head, clear as a bell, gentle but deliberate. It was smiling, but in a way that felt like someone that had never seen a real smile before. A large hand settled against the small of your back. 

quietly, now. we don’t want to cause a scene, do we?

You stared, terrified, up into the ‘face’ looming over you. It was twisted and inhuman, decorated with intently curious eyes, made of winding bones that shared far too many characteristics of flesh. But despite everything, despite your mind’s frantic screaming to pull away from the creature before you and attempt to find another hiding place...

... It was the closest thing you’d seen to another human being since you became separated from your friends. 

You let him draw you closer, trying to focus on its two largest eyesockets. Something about a bipedal body somewhat close to your own in height was deeply, instinctively comforting. It definitely knew that. Something about shoulders, hands... eyes and teeth sat in those measured spaces across a face... something about seeing a face. 

You couldn’t help it. You pulled in a frightened breath as his arms wrapped around you and obscured you from view, he was just a little too warm. 

Anything was better than the massive, desperate thing that had relentlessly chased you for what felt like hours.

i know, i know. the voice cooed, though not a word had left your clammy lips. You felt the edges of his ‘clothing’ tracing over you, just as alive as the rest of him. but it’s alright. just stay close, he can’t smell you while you’re with me.

W-what is that? was your first thought. One of the first clear thoughts you’d had in what felt like days.

... if you think i’m frightening, dear, your saviour mused, i dread to think what would happen if you let the big guy get his hands on you.

The giant, ancient presence that had chased you started to drew near, you felt the immense pressure in the air and the horrible prickling across your body. A sound like distant wind... or distant screams? You couldn’t tell. But just as soon as it came closer, it shifted, perhaps believing you weren’t in the area anymore.

... It moved on again. Finally. You let yourself breathe, still frantic with fear and adrenaline.

...

... You looked up at your ‘saviour’. You must be going insane, because you were missing the presence of the blue-eyed creature. There was something deeply disturbing about how this one sparingly resembled a person- the blue-eyed monster hadn’t attempted such illusion. It had let itself be otherworldly in a clean, amorphous manner. Rather than ugly raw flesh and bone, he had been slick and tar-like, gentle and smooth in his words and movements.

“... strange, isn’t it?” the red beast purred, this time aloud, facial ‘expressions’ discordant with his words as his claws traced your back. Everything about him felt like it was curling around you, entrapping you for making the mistake of trusting a humanoid body. “you want so badly for me to look like a person. you see something you recognise, and you come crawling in. but... when that something isn’t quite right... you’re more afraid than ever. it’s so cute.”

“W-what do you want?” Your voice quivered.

“you wound me.” His eyelights flickered, he spoke warmly. Too warmly. “you think we all want to eat you. i can’t speak for the big guy, it’s hard to tell what he wants anymore. but come on now... use that pretty little head of yours. what do you think i want?”

You shook your head, tears building in your eyes. “I don’t know. I-I don’t know.”

“tiny creatures, humans. so full of fear.” A claw came up, smoothing over your hair. “we have souls too, darling. big ones.”

[lifesver]

@johnnysslaughter said: ❛  oh, i’m not going to rush this. i’m going to take my sweet time.  ❜ @meatriarch said: [  HYDRATE  ]   after some time of torturing, sender’s muse offer’s receiver’s muse a drink of water.(maria for nosy; we can say that johnny was a lil nice after going ham w/ lee and has her try to get him to eat/drink mayhaps?)

cw for like... nothing good hostage situation (': (mostly) implied torture blood injury etc kinda emetophobia mention. sorry sorry-

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❛ i thought you were tougher than that. ❜

johnny had laughed in a way that bared his teeth, when he kicked him back down into the dirt. wasn't a nice smile. it was all just fun, for him.

( you weren't tough. and it was tiring to pretend. )

this, of course, is johnny's idea of another lesson. not for escaping — which the insane bastard found positively gleeful; in being able to hunt them down and catch them again. in making them think they had a shot, only to reveal it was all a game. all for them to find dead ends, to find tunnels that went on and on like a maze in every direction.

they had only made it about as far as the slaughterhouse underground, before johnny caught up.

leland liked to think he'd gotten a few good shots in, knocked him flat, too — before he ran into the big guy. mountain of a man with the mask all but eclipsed his path. got his wrist crushed before he could even take a proper swing. got thoroughly bashed senseless into the wall — before johnny finally came to collect him again himself. dragged him, bloody and dizzy, back the way they came. and maria had just looked exhausted, frustrated, close to tears. she'd tried it all before. they should have known it wouldn't be that easy.

so, back down under johnny sawyer's heel, and then back to their god-awful basement cells.

and for you? back to being strung up like an animal.

tongue runs along bloodied teeth, feeling for damage, where fist had landed across jaw. vision sways with residual vertigo — one eye stuck shut, and the other glassy with unshed tears. he feels nauseous. feels sure there's nothing left in his stomach to throw up. he'd have to give this crusade up, if he didn't want to starve.

how long have they even been down here?

( some part of you had thought you'd be saved by now. both of you. some part of you thought they'd come back. that their friends would tell the police about this house. that someone, anyone, would come looking.

... and every day he played the radio for you. every day you never heard your names. not once. )

johnny stopped circling him — to curl fingers idly in his hair — and suddenly yank his head back. leland hisses, pulls uselessly at purple-bruising wrists, locked high above his head. johnny holds him there, to see if he'll reject the glass of water in his hand, again. ( or maybe he's merely inspecting the damage he's done to your face, this time. )

— he does reject the water again, lips pulled into a stubborn frown. johnny's expression dances in his peripherals, sharp features all unreadable. leland thinks he sees him set the water down. he'd surely get bored of playing this game with him, eventually. and though there's undeniable proof in maria, kept alive by the very monster in front of him — leland has a hard time believing that he would be afforded the same treatment, that behaving would prolong his own life in any meaningful way. as far as he could tell, the sick bastard just wanted to play with his food.

he had more to worry about than himself, though.

❝ are you done? ❞ leland bites out, eyes flicking sideways in disdain. and johnny grins like a wolf. there's a beat, where hand tightens in his hair.

❛  — oh, i’m not going to rush this. i’m going to take my sweet time. ❜

leland shudders, involuntary, eyes shut tight to avoid staring into those teeth. swears he catches the last shred of hope in him leaving the building.

johnny lets go of him — maybe deciding against pouring the water on him outright — and allows leland's head to drop between his shoulders again. blood drip-drops from his lips to the floor.

by now, feet barely want to keep him upright, unbroken wrist all but taking his weight. his entire body burned hot and cold, old and new cuts flaring with every shift in his restraints.

come on. just endure it, like everything else. you have no other choice, anyway.

from the shadows in the corner of the room, maria's softer features swim into view. sad. scared. for him. guilt curls a tight fist around his ribs. she's had to watch this entire show. and he's done his best, for her sake, not to make a sound. not to cry.

and in between, he found his mind wandering to his friends. thankful, so thankful none of them were here instead. and still, he couldn't help but wonder; if he were smarter, like connie, like sonny and julie. if he were tougher, like ana, like danny —

— he wondered if he would be able to save maria, and himself, then.

if he would have been good enough, then.

good eye flicks at johnny, hateful. and then, when he returns look to maria, he's something docile, something apologetic, again.

she doesn't fight with their captor like he does. doesn't try his patience, and try to turn the tables at every chance she gets, like he does. a miserable thought sticks in his mind; like back in the tunnels, maybe she just knew better, by now.

and leland doesn't do what he's asked — hates this man's guts.

and in return, sometimes it's the skinning knife along his arm. sometimes it's the threat of taking more than a slice off the surface. bruises, of course, would heal. a bone broken, stitches reopened and bleeding anew, ( — his own doing. he'll be fretted at, and scolded by that older woman on the property, when she sits him down to fix them again ).

and when it had been just he and maria, in the dark, finally alone for a moment — she had pleaded with him, with tear-stung doe eyes. against his stubborn pride, his anger, his nauseating bitterness. to stop making it worse than it needed to be.

he hadn't understood her, then. her acceptance. her passive method of survival. and yet, she had survived. all this time, without anyone else. without him.

( how do you survive a monster? how do you survive the dark? )

— she asks him not to fight, anymore.

then she says, like a nail in a coffin; ❛ nothing is worth losing you. ❜

and that's when he folds, then and there, silent and empty-eyed. ( if he gets tired of you, if he slits your throat in front of her? who will protect her then? )

a pause, a smile. something he hoped was reassuring; you're not gonna lose me, he had promised.

she's standing in front of him with the same glass of water he'd declined from johnny. and she doesn't even need to say anything, for him to fold for her, again. gaze moves once, sidelong, trains on johnny in the background distrustfully. wary, as ever, and being watched pointedly in return. to maria, he gives a half-nod of assent, lifts his head enough for her to tilt his chin. she's tender when she moves his mussed hair from his face, and tips the drink to his lips. he coughs a bit, choking on blood and water and acid.

once cough settles, his half-glossy gaze finds her face again.

❝ hey, ❞ he gravels out, and somehow like a gentle, sincere apology; i didn't get us out. i couldn't do anything. i'm sorry. ❝ ... ’m fine, maria. don't worry. ❞ he forces the barest twitch of a smile, stings the nerves of his split lip. cheek settles helplessly against her palm, for a fleeting warmth in the chilled basement air. eyes rest closed, and for a moment he feels safer. for a moment he forgets about this windowless room. that they're far from home.

( how awful, that this should be the place you find her. how awful that you are not back in your dorm room together, looking over your notes for finals papers. planning summer trips. to visit julie in california, and connie in illinois. )

his vision is blurring, but he's back to watching johnny turn that skinning knife in his hands. take a step closer again; a reminder. and dull, reflexive panic reanimates leland's nerves. and he suddenly got the feeling that losing this man's interest, and patience, was a very dangerous place to find yourself.

— but you're not going to cry. not again, not now, not in front of her. not in front of him —

leland eyes the glint of the knife again.

— you promised her. don't be stupid. don't make this harder than it has to be. teeth sink into tongue, not for the first or last time, to stifle vitriol, seething, sandpaper frustration. eyes flick up, or try to. deadened in their exhaustion.

you could both still be rescued. you could still escape. if you're smart.

brows furrow down, and he forces the words;

❝ please. i-i'm — sorry. ❞

this time he addresses johnny, in something painfully stilted, and quiet. it tastes bitter. it tastes like defeat, and shame. ( you hate how it makes you feel under his eyes. ) gaze drops just as quickly, hangs on the floor, the cracks in the concrete. he's far away from himself, when his voice speaks the words aloud — just like all the other victims that came before him probably spoke it. in a whisper, in a surrender;

❝ please. just — stop. i-i'll do what you want. i swear. ❞

maybe you weren't really missing. maybe you were just dead.

[dio-theshitpost-brando]

Mind if I give each Dio a homemade sweater? I poured my heart in soul into each I hope they all like it!!

Ham!Dio: Thanks. It’s nice and warm over my other 4 shirts. ???: Thank you, Holly. Gremlin!Dio: I wonder if these taste how they look.

Bonus:

SDC!DIO: It’s always fucking bananas....

[rwprincess]

We Are Not Alone (Brian Johnson x Fem!Reader 8)

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Just a lil’ one!

Word Count: 2K ish

CW: Bender being previously kicked out/abused; mild sexuality; language/swearing

Synopsis: A new Monday, some new mingling. You get to meet some of Brian’s friends, Allison and John get to meet some of yours, etc. This one of course, is named for the song We Are Not Alone from Breakfast Club. Idk, just felt like a good fit for the meeting-each-other’s-friends/mixing it up vibe of this chapter.

*~~~~*

Instead of crafting a lunch to take with you to school for Bender, he was now standing by your side in your kitchen packing his own lunch. “I could have had turkey and ham all this time?! You’ve really been holding out on me, haven’t you, Y/LN.” You just rolled your eyes at him and let him put together whatever he wanted. You started to discuss what the two of you were actually going to do at lunch. “Hmm, you’re right, Mike’s probably still got his panties in a twist. Seeing you won’t help, either.” He eyed you, and you sighed at the reminder. “I don’t know, I guess we could just grab Allison, if she wants, and head over to the tennis courts?”

“I guess.” You thought about it for a moment before adding, “Maybe I could introduce you both to some of my other friends at lunch, instead.” You shrugged, trying to make it come off as nonchalant, no big deal. Bender gave you that ‘lawyer-look’ and studied your expression, trying to read you and hash out what the offer really meant. But he just nodded in agreement. “Okay, I usually see Allison after third period, so I can ask her then,” you planned out loud.

Bender looked at the microwave clock and picked up his sack lunch. “We better get going,” he stated, opening the fridge and grabbing another soda. It was sure to be interesting arriving at school with John in tow. By now, most of the school had probably seen you together. You took him home frequently enough, and ate lunch together that whole week...but you’d never brought him to school. Something about the morning and the hustle and bustle made it...different. More domestic, somehow, you guessed. Even though he’d only stayed with you for a day at your house, you already felt a kind of sibling-bond toward him. You weren’t really sure that he felt the same, though. You entered the front doors together, but split up and went your separate ways almost immediately. 

You approached Brian’s locker, which had now become almost a daily morning ritual, and saw him talking to another boy that you had seen around before maybe, but didn’t really know. He was about as tall as Brian, with glasses. He had broad shoulders and was a little chubby, his round face still appearing somewhat boyish. You didn’t exactly want to interrupt, but you were curious to see if this was Matt, the guy Brian had told you about, his best friend. Neither you or Brian had met any of each other’s friends, outside of the Breakfast Club. It felt like an important next step. “Hi!” You said cheerfully once you were close enough. The-boy-you-figured-was-Matt’s eyes went a little wide, but then relaxed giving you a sort of knowing look; Brian however just smiled at you, completely forgetting his previous conversation or that Matt was even there.

“Hi.” He said in a kind of dreamy way and you smiled back. After a beat, his friend cleared his throat. Brian almost looked startled that he was still standing there. “Oh! Yeah, hey, Y/N this is Matt. Matt, this is Y/N.” Matt shook your hand in response.

“Nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you.” You said.

“Likewise.” He mused and looked pointedly at Brian, who all but choked. “How’d your show go?”

“Oh, it was great, thank you for asking. I’m glad to have free time again, though.” You laughed nervously. “Even though I’m not sure what to do with myself now.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll think of something.” He replied, with another glance at Brian, who looked like he was restraining himself from punching his best friend for implying too much. 

“Brian told me that you both have a Knowledge Bowl competition coming up,” you changed the subject, “how’s that going?”

“Well, I’d like to say that I’d be glad to have my life back after it’s over,” Matt began sarcastically, “but what life?” He joked and you laughed. “Really, though, studying for the history portion has been fun. I feel like I’ve learned a lot and I think we’re in a good place for it, even though it’s still a couple of weeks out.”

“That’s great!” You tried to sound enthusiastic, but you weren’t really sure what else to say.

“You’re coming right, school spirit and all that?” He asked, then looked at Brian whose eyes pleaded with him not to follow up, and added “Support your boy here, too?” You glanced up at Brian, who still hadn’t said a word since introducing you. He hadn’t actually invited you to Knowledge Bowl, even though you two had talked about it coming up. You were looking to him for permission, because of course you’d be there if he let you, if he wanted you to. But you didn’t want to push it, just in case. He gave you a sort of half-nod and a shrug.

“Yeah, I’ll be there.” You stated, looking between the two of them. The warning bell rang just then. “I’d better get to class. Catch you later,” you said to Brian, before turning to Matt, “It was nice to finally meet you.”

“Oh, the pleasure is all mine.” He smirked as you walked away.

*~~~~*

“What a delight,” Matt said to Brian as Y/N vanished down the hallway and the two started on their way to their first period together. He wasn’t sarcastic, necessarily, but there was a weird joking tone to his voice.

“Oh, ha ha,” Brian however, did respond with sarcasm. “What the fuck was that?!” He said, turning on Matt.

“Hey, I was just making friendly conversation!” Matt defended, pursing his lips so he didn’t break out into a smile. 

“Yeah, sure.” Brian scoffed. “I hadn’t asked her to come to the Knowledge Bowl yet.” 

“Well good, I got that out of the way for you, then.” Matt joked, but then saw Brian’s expression and cleared his throat. “Hey, like I said, school spirit.”

“Yeah, but you also said ‘support your boy,’ meaning me.” Brian bit back.

“Aren’t you her boy?” Matt asked with a big, devious grin.

“Please don’t make me kill you.” Brian said and pushed him in through the doorway of their classroom.

*~~~~*

You had rounded up Allison, as promised, and met her at Bender's locker. The three of you walked together into the cafeteria to find your friends. "I can't remember the last time I was actually in the cafeteria for lunch." John stated, looking around warily. 

"Eh, to new experiences!" You replied, waving your hand dismissively to his on-edge demeanor. You approached your usual table of friends and greeted them. Then you indicated John and Allison and introduced them. "They're going to be joining us today!" You said, brightly. John sat next to you, and Allison across from you, but both looked about ready to bolt. You didn't notice your friends say anything or give them unwelcome vibes, but maybe they felt it nonetheless. You tried your best to include them in your conversations, even though some of them were more "hobby-specific." You asked them if they had ever figured out a concert to go to and they replied that there was one, two weeks from Saturday for a band called Bombs of the Government. You had never heard of them, but one of your acquaintances at the table, Lucas, seemed to know what they were talking about, and joined their conversation. 

"The Bombs of the Government? They're awesome! You're going to their concert soon? The one with Hit Skins? Rina and I are going!" He indicated his girlfriend sitting next to him. They started talking about different components to the band. John noted how he particularly liked the bass and guitar work, which didn't really surprise you.  You thought back to the Breakfast Club day when he was humming Smoke on the Water and he played air guitar to songs in your car often. You smiled warmly, happy that your friends were getting along and that this conversation now had nothing to do with you. They were hitting it off on their own! You also felt that it was nice to see Allison more in her element and making some connections for herself. You knew she was lacking in her friends and socialization in general. When their talk came to its natural end, you asked Allison if she wanted to see a movie with you sometime this week, as you had promised. She thought for a bit, chewing on a piece of gum she had as the end to her lunch.

"Yeah, I think the New Friday the 13th movie is playing." She grinned at you, waiting for your reaction. Horror movies weren't really your jam but this was more about bonding with Allison and being a good friend.

"Sure! That sounds great." You replied back, calling her bluff.  

Bender looked at you disbelieving, "Seriously? You?"

"Yeah! Why not?"

"Just doesn't seem your style." He scoffed and you ignored him, turning focus back to Allison.

"When do you want to go? My schedule is wiiiide open."

She shrugged, "Mine too. You know me." She popped her gum. "How 'bout Wednesday?"

"Cool." You agreed. 

*~~~~*

Brian walked you to English class, as was becoming a habit for him. "Hey, so when do you want to get back into math?" He asked.

"Thanks for reminding me," you replied sarcastically. "I guess as soon as possible. I really should start getting caught up again." 

"This week, then?"

"Yeah. I'm pretty available. Except Wednesday. I said I'd go to a movie with Allison then."

"What movie are you going to see?"

"She suggested Friday the 13th."

"Wow. Really?" He gave you a similar look to the one Bender had. 

"Yes, really. Everyone seems so surprised I agreed to that." You huffed a little and he smiled at the reaction as well as his own thought.

"Well, you strike me more as a Grease kind of girl, anyway," he reasoned, "even before seeing the show. It just...suits you."

"What is that supposed to mean?" 

"I don't know just that...well, it's less serious and happy endings." He caught your expression and corrected himself, "I-I don't mean that in a bad way! Not like you can't be serious or whatever just. Well, you got detention for setting frogs free, Y/N. You have Bender staying with you because he needed a safe place to be. I think you want a happy ending for everyone, not to watch a slasher murder a bunch of people, that's all." He finished, kind of flustered, thinking he had still said the wrong thing. However, your expression softened. It was such a kind thing to say and it made your heart leap to know he thought of you in that way. 

"Thank you. I didn't mean to sound defensive or anything." You said softly. "So, anyway.  Math." He was surprised you brought it back around to a topic you disliked so much.

"Yeah.  Well, what about Friday again? I have Knowledge Bowl stuff on Tuesday and Thursday, but nothing comes to mind for Friday."

"Yeah, sure. My house again or did you want to go to the library or something?"

"Your house is fine." He said immediately. He tried to cover the eagerness with more reason, "That way we don't have to worry about talking and stuff. Some librarians are really strict about that, even if it's for studying." It was kind of a bullshit excuse, but he was hoping you'd buy it, just so he could spend more time with you alone. 

"Yeah, but librarians aren't as bad to have around as John," you laughed and could see that Brian suddenly remembered again that he lived with you.

"You think he'll still be there by then?" He asked, a bit nervously, and swallowed hard. 

"I don't know. Maybe. Probably." You answered, honestly. 

"What happened, anyway? I thought he was staying with Mike?" He hated the way that name tasted in his mouth as he said it. 

You bit your lip, not sure how to respond. You didn't know how much Bender really wanted you to say on the topic, and the reasoning was self-incriminating for you as well. Even if you did intend to tell Brian, it would probably be a longer conversation than you had time for right now. "I'm not really sure that I can say. I think that's more John's business. But they had an argument and need some time away from each other, or some space or something." 'There, that should cover it.' You thought. He seemed to take that answer as a puzzle and you could see the gears working behind his blue eyes, trying to figure out just what happened; what you weren't telling him. "Um, I'll see you later, okay?" You said and began to head into your class. 

You hadn't expected that he would go to see Bender and ask him about the situation outright. 

Next Chapter

[lovestrucklosers]

― caught in the rain.

summary: it’s raining hard out, and the miya twins just so happen to catch you without an umbrella.

(alt title: okay, maybe atsumu miya wasn’t the worst person ever)

words: 2,010 (i went ham lol)

warnings: miya twins (mainly atsumu) being brats. reader being semi-tsundere. little bit ooc?

this day could not get any worse, you’d thought to yourself, and lady luck decided otherwise.

it had already been a..  not-so-great day already for you - you’d woken up late and missed half of your first class (which you got berated heavily for after class) and you’d forgotten an important assignment at home (which you definitely did and didn’t just use that as an excuse to get an extra day).

and yet, you thought you were safe as you walked home all by yourself.

rain clouds had gathered overhead and before you knew it, you were sprinting for safety as the rain pelted you relentlessly. you grumbled under your breath, something about cursing yourself for not having an umbrella, or not looking at the weather, and swiftly took shelter underneath the awning of the convenience store you frequented.

inhale, exhale. you breathed in heavily, running a hand through your soaked hair. you dropped your bag to your side, leaning against the wall. your heart felt as if it were ready to burst out of your chest, but you swallowed it down. not today, you exhaled, not if you could help it.

“oi.” a voice shook you out of your thoughts, and you glanced up, only to scowl at the owner of the voice.

it was atsumu miya, with his ugly piss-colored hair, holding an umbrella over his head. he had a stupid smirk on his face as he eyed your wet figure, apparently taking amusement in the fact that you’d forgotten yours. you hardened your stare back at him; this was the guy who you’d been crushing on for god-knows how long… wonderful taste, you thought bitterly to yourself.

behind him was his slightly more tolerable twin, osamu, who also had an umbrella over himself, but held more concern in his gaze towards you. his head was tilted, enough for some of his gray hair to fall over one of his eyes, and he held the umbrella with a gentle yet sturdy grip.

how long had they been there (or if they’d been following you), you’re not sure.

“can you stop ogling me?” you snapped at them (hoping that neither of them caught the redness tinting your face), wringing some water out of your uniform’s shirt. “don’t you have better shit to be doing?”

“what’s got yer panties in a twist?” atsumu stuck his tongue out at you; you rolled your eyes in response, not even wasting the energy to verbally reply.

“what happened to yer umbrella?” osamu took a step to stand beside his brother, tilting his head ever-so-slightly.

“don’t have one,” you huffed, taking the time to wring out your hair instead.

atsumu guffawed, leaving you to glare at him, but osamu smacked the back of his head for you. “ya really do have the personality of raw sewage water,” he muttered.

“oi! i fuckin’ heard that!”

“that was the point, dumbass!”

you rolled your eyes again, sighing at the twins’ antics that you should be used to by now. you blinked the water out of your eyes, rubbing them again for good measure before you snatched up your bag and prepared to venture into the storm once more.

“‘nd where do ya think yer goin’?” you blinked at osamu, who had gotten closer to you without you seeming to notice.

“uh.. home?”

“in this storm?”

“well… yeah?” you raised one of your eyebrows. “where else would i go to take shelter?”

“our house.” atsumu, with a smirk. (god, how much you hated that smirk)

“like they’d ever wanna stay in the same house as ya.” osamu, with a poker face.

“not true! they love me!” atsumu, again. (so what if you did?)

“the look ‘n their face says otherwise.” osamu, once more.

“well, our house is closer, ain’t it?”

osamu and you both stayed silent, despising the fact that atsumu (for once in his life) was probably right.

“besides, we gotta take care of our lovely manager,” atsumu cooed, annoyingly, at you. you pushed him away, a little more harshly than needed, but you couldn’t help the stirring in your stomach at his words (you’d berate yourself for this later).

“hate ‘ta say it, but ‘tsumu’s right for once.” osamu looked at you (atsumu protested at the previous statement), “ya might be better off comin’ with us than walkin’ by yerself in the rain.”

“ugh.” you scrunched up your nose at the thought of being even slightly close to their living space, but, osamu was right. your house was still a little while away, and your safest bet of not catching a cold was to come with the troublesome twins.

“fine.” you could swear they both brightened up at that, and it kinda creeped you out.

“well, what’re we waitin’ for then?” atsumu suddenly, gently, grabbed your arm. he pulled you close to him (you cursed your heart for beating so fast), and underneath his umbrella (which - fine, okay, if you were going to share an umbrella, you could stand being side-by-side with him for a little bit), but earned a small yelp of surprise from you as the three of you continued on towards the boys’ house.

∎∎∎

you felt miles better after taking a hot shower (and while dressing yourself in the clothes the twins gave you, you may or may not have smelled the shirt atsumu gave you. it’s not creepy, you convinced yourself).

you were currently situated on the couch in-between the two, watching some stupid movie on netflix while you all made fun of it; really, the ideal hangout.

the rain had shown no signs of stopping, so you were definitely stuck here for the night - don’t worry, you made sure to text your parents that you were staying over at a friend’s house (you wouldn’t exactly call the miya twins your bestest friends ever - more like best annoyances - but hey, if the shoe fits.)

for the moment, though, you didn’t mind. it was surprisingly enjoyable being around the two who gave you the most trouble during practice.

that is, it was until osamu headed up for the night.

“so you’re gonna leave me with him?” you gestured towards atsumu, who let out an indignant ‘oi!’ in response. “all by myself? seriously?”

“y’can handle yerself,” osamu’s words slurred together ever-so-slightly, “i mean, ya handle the entire team every practice.” maybe he was right, but you didn’t want to spend anymore time around atsumu (your heart was beating faster just thinking about it).

“that’s not what i meant-”

“g’night,” he continued up the stairs, ignoring your loud protests.

you groaned, slapping a hand over your face, releasing the blanket you’d grabbed in the process. the cold hit you swiftly - you shivered, and stuck your tongue out at the thought of being alone with him.

in an instant, you were cuddled up to atsumu’s side with his arm around your waist (when did he become so strong? you couldn’t help but think as you admired his muscular arm).

“what are you-?”

“you were shiverin’ a whole bunch just now,” atsumu smirked; you grumbled under your breath and made a halfhearted attempt to push him away, but his grip tightened.

“yeah, okay, but don’t do that!” you glared at him, “next time, give me a warning, would you?”

“s’no fun to do that though,” he childishly pouted. you sighed, rolling your eyes.

“can you at least let me go now?”

“no can do,”

in response, you elbowed him in the side, making him grunt. it still wasn’t enough to escape him, though, so you exaggeratedly sighed and relaxed against him, turning your attention back to the movie. it was the climactic fight scene between the hero and the villain, which just so happened to be them fighting over the hero’s love interest. it was just background noise to you at this point - you had no interest over the love interest being a damsel in distress - so you pulled your phone out of your pocket to check the time.

12:57 am, it read.

you blinked, rubbing your eyes and reading the time again. it didn’t change.

thank goodness it’s not a school night, you mused to yourself, or else your parents would be up your ass about this.

you were startled out of your thoughts when a soft weight fell onto your shoulder. you turned your head to see who it was and - ah. of course it was. at least he looked peaceful sleeping though, right?

you wanted to push him off and wake him up - you really did, but you couldn’t help but take in the sight of a sleeping atsumu. after all, he was quiet, and he wasn’t awake to tease you for staring at him, so why not indulge a little bit?

after a while, the position you were in started to become uncomfortable. you moved, slowly and carefully, to where you were laying on your back and atsumu’s head was resting on your chest. he’s heavy.

you breathed a silent sigh of relief, raising your arms above your head to stretch them, before hesitantly resting them in his blonde hair. after he made no sudden movements, or even a noise, you carded your hands through his hair. it was so, so soft, your eyes lit up, and you bit your lip to prevent a giggle from slipping out. who knew atsumu’s piss-colored hair wasn’t actually so bad?

you froze completely though, when atsumu shifted a bit, nuzzling into your chest (which, totally didn’t make you blush no way). your hands were above his head, and you stayed completely still until he stopped moving.

relief flooded through you once more -

“..mmph… why’d ya stop?” his groggy voice made you squeak, and you quickly covered your mouth. your face was growing hotter, and felt as if it were completely on fire when he lifted his head to lock eyes with you.

the sound from the tv was blocked out, as neither of you dared to move just yet, until you swallowed and answered his question.

“how..how long were you awake..?”

“‘lil while,” he yawned, lowering his head back down. “..that felt nice, do it again.”

you scoffed, but went silent when he gently took your hand in his and placed it on top of his head. he released his grip, closing his eyes and waiting patiently. you gave in (maybe only a tiny bit reluctantly), and ran your fingers through his hair once more. he made a noise of content, wrapping his arms around your body as best he could, and laid still.

you were beginning to fall asleep as well, you realized. you had closed your eyes only a little while afterwards, but when you opened them again, atsumu was closer to your face (his head now resting in the crook of your neck - his breath against your neck was making you squirm) and netflix had asked “are you still watching?”.

of course not, i mean, how could you pay attention to anything else when your crush, atsumu miya, was essentially cuddling with you?

you smiled softly, glancing at atsumu once more before drifting off to sleep.

∎∎∎

BONUS:

“‘tsumu!” osamu called, barging into his room. it was quiet - unlike his loud brother - and said brother was nowhere to be found, not even splayed out on the floor with drool flowing out of his mouth (that was definitely blackmail material).

he yawned, running a hand through his already mussed hair as he bounded down the stairs. he scanned the large area being landing on two figures, dead asleep on the couch. as he got closer, his eyes widened ever-so-slightly - had you two finally confessed to each other? he was getting tired of the stupid pining that happened (his brother would never shut up about you, not even during matches).

maybe he didn’t need to wake his brother up just yet (at least, not while you were still asleep). he quietly made his way to the kitchen (but not before taking a picture - more blackmail material) to make himself something to eat.

a/n: i love both twins equally but atsumu had my heart and i demand that he gives it back or 🔪🔪🔪 also hc that the twins are rich just bc i say so lol

[sunderedelirium]

5, 6

who is / was your favourite muse of all time to play?

I think I have two muses that I can consider my favourite to this day.

The first one is V from the DMC series - spoilers for this series, but he is the literal representation of everything he hated in himself, personified, and it was really fun RPing as a bitter character who had to defend himself using words and snark, when he once had the power to decimate cities. (Also he was a hedonistic and poetry loving lil’ shite, and I absolutely just went ham with all the William Blake references when writing him)

I also really enjoyed writing a character named Jiang Cheng from MDZS - I really enjoyed writing a bitter old man who was eternally angry at the world. His first reaction is always violence, even when it comes to his loved ones, and he just could never admit his feelings, even if he was about to die... and yet he would also sacrifice himself for his loved ones if he could.

... I’ve realized that most of my favourite characters to write are salty, bitter characters.... so why is my main muse on this blog not this? Is it time to try and drag my Emet muse out from his cave? perhaps.

is there a muse you’d add or bring back if you didn’t have to worry about whether others are interested in them or not?

For FFXIV specifically, I think I’d like to add Sidurgu or OG Fray. Outside of this fandom, I’d love to write Alvin (from Tales of Xillia)

(Man, my usual muses are rude/salty/bitter. I sometimes wonder what happened to my muses here hahaha)

[supersizemeplz]

Whatchu' Say?

Erik 'Dadmonger' Stevens

Another #supersizedfic short. Requested. Sorry it took so long. Inspired by this video. Enjoy!

The black car pulled up to the school's curb, catching the attention of a few students passing by with their parents. It's engine hushed to a soft purr as it parked before the steps. Erik stepped from the car, adjusting his sweater as he rounded hand car. Waving to a homeboy of his that was dropping off their child as well. He opened the back door as Amari hopped out, her assorted blue beads clacking together as she did so.

"You're picking me up today, baba?" The kindergartener looked up at her father, tilting her head back since he was so tall. Squinting her eyes a bit from the sun. He squatted to her height, nodding as he fixed her jacket.

"Yes ma'am. 3 o'clock on the dot." He gave a smile, winking as she grinned. "Mama put your lunch in your backpack?" She nodded in response, telling him that you'd packed her favorite. Ham and cheese as well as a rice krispie, fruit slices, and a drink.

Erik chuckled at her big smile, knowing how much she loved rice krispies. Just like you. He also knew she liked reading the little notes you wrote on the wrappers. The first bell rang as he fixed her little blue jean jumpsuit and checking the big bow in her hair.

"Aight, princess. You ready?" He focused on her, grinning as she replied with an excited 'yes, baba'. "Today's gonna be a great day and you're gonna do amazing because you what?"

She cheesed big. Showing all her teeth as she spoke. "I'm smart, I'm strong, I'm beautiful, and imma be somebody.."

Erik held a hand to his ear, smirking as he put on a face of faux confusion. "I can't hear you, princess? Whatchu' say?"

"I'm smart, I'm strong, I'm beautiful, and imma be somebody!" She spoke louder, holding her head up confidently. Erik chuckled, scooping her up and pecking her cheek with kisses. She let out a laugh before he placed her back on her feet.

"Baba loves you, princess. You love, baba?" She nodded with a smile, replying 'Of course I love you, baba'. Erik pursed his lips, smacking them with fake disbelief. "How much?"

She held her arms out as wide as she could, giggling. "This much!" Erik laughed, pressing a kiss to her forehead before standing. "Aight, lil mama. We don't want you to be late. Your teacher waiting on you. One last hug?"

Amari hugged his legs, waiting for him to hug her back before she started jogging towards the school. Waving to him as she went. "See you later, alligator!"

Erik chuckled to himself as he watched her. Hands tucked into his pockets. "After while, crocodile!" Her little beads clacked until she disappeared into the building. He grinned as he turned to walk back around the car. Ready to see his little princess again.

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[arnorcttos]

( ludovico tersigni + 22 + muse 59 ) isn’t that apollo amoretto over there? i heard HE joined faction: nomads after they got back to west ham. it’s funny, ‘cause they were only on the service trip to terrorize his peers. hopefully they fit in there – they’re ADROIT, but also INDELICATE. oh, i’m sure they’ll be fine. ( james, she/they, 20, EST )

okay hi i’m james and this is my baby apollo, who is actually a brand new spankin’ muse of mine so !! we’ll see how this goes b/c i’ve literally never rp’d him before !! and i’ll b frank. his background is inspired by logan in veronica mars. sue me. actually don’t i’m already in college debt but sudfjkfg PLEATHE plot w/ him. leave a like. two likes. that’s not even possible. i may change his fc in the future b/c like ... i’m currently making his gif icons as i go and to b frank ,,, it’s rly hard sdjfkgh but i love him. so we’ll see. sdjnfkmgh

TRIGGER WARNING - DEATH, MURDER, MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES, DOMESTIC VIOLENCE

a e s t h e t i c s

fingers across keyboards and piano keys, m&m’s scattered, vintage gaming consoles and tangled wires, worn vans and broken skateboards, banging of drums and splintering drumsticks, deep rhythms beating with your heart, the hum of a hefty computer and the buzz of a monitor, green text against black screens, unruly hair unkempt, flannels filling closets, bloody baseball bats, posters lining up and down walls, loud punk music shaking the walls, glares and whispers, the suffocation that comes with loneliness, pills rattling in their bottles, unmade beds.

general info !!

full name: apollo casimir amoretto

nickname(s): caz, polly, lover boy, 2000 (b/c of his screen names lmaoo)

b.o.d. - january 31st, aquarius boi

label(s): the escapist, the hellion, the insurgent, the netizen, etc. etc.

height: hitting 6′0″

hometown: west ham, kansas !

sexuality: bi...? fucking. it’s pride month ofc he’s bi.

his stats are TBD but his pinterest is HERE !

biography !!

cristian amoretto and camilla silvestri had a romance that could be described turbulent at best, and down right explosive at worst

cristian, a native italian actor whose career began before he could walk, and camilla, the daughter of two italian immigrants with big dreams in a small town, met on the set of a coffee shop. their love story began quickly, dating within only a few months of knowing each other and engaged before the year was up

camilla walked down the aisle 6 months pregnant with lil’ baby apollo, who was then born in west ham, kansas, aka the town that camilla’s family had settled in

was raised primarily by his mother and grandparents! his father was often off shooting movies, leaving camilla to take on the role of stay-at-home mom despite her own dreams of making it big as an actress

apollo grew up as a huge momma’s boy -- i mean, god, he just really loved this mother, y’know? his relationship with his father was much rockier because of his ... lack of being around.

when his grandparents died around the age of eight, that’s when things got...worse. it felt as if camilla’s parents were the only barrier between camilla and cristian’s budding wrath.

it became more apparent that cristian was not meant for the family life, his anger quick and his fists quicker, stinging words and venomous glares. a control freak who couldn’t handle camilla being an independent woman.

this wasn’t apparent to the neighbors, or much of the town in general, because the amorettos were such a prominent family up in their mini-mansion in oak ridge -- it was hard to imagine that their life was anything but exquisite and dreamlike.

this was, of course, up until camilla filed for divorce and a restraining order in the same day, face bruised and nearly unrecognizable. she, obviously, got custody of apollo.

at this point in time, apollo was fourteen and...pretty stoked for them to get away from his father. they holed up in southside and life continued as normal. for the time being. gossip swarmed apollo at school surrounding the circumstance which was annoying, to say the least. it led to him becoming withdrawn from the other students, not getting the whole ... gossip appeal.

in hindsight, they should’ve moved out of west ham. death threats in the form of letters and the eerie feeling of eyes constantly being on them came to a halt on apollo’s graduation day: the day that his father also, coincidentally, murdered his mother.

for making me miss out on years of my son’s life, was cristian’s excuse as he was escorted from the bloody crime scene at their apartment and into the police car.

obviously, cristian was convicted and sentenced to prison. apollo still has dreams about testifying in court against his father.

and then apollo became known not as the son of two celebrities, but the son of a murderer. total bummer !

became even more withdrawn and almost dropped out of college a few good times! the only thing that kept him rooted to west ham was his band.

and now he can’t leave, and he’s surrounded by people who all look at him weird and he feels like they’re all expecting him to be like his father, and he’s not, but god -- when people expect you to be one way, it’s so hard to act otherwise. it’s just not a good time !

pretty much why he went on the service trip tbh ... like, y’know ... if ppl want to believe that he’s just as bad as his dad then damn ! he was gonna wreck sm havoc on the trip, just being an absolute nuisance. 

personality !!

his main focuses are computers / video games, drums / his band, and like ... skating ... vaping ... gamer things, y’know.

from a young age he’d always been very fascinated by video games, and being the Rich Boi (tm) that he was, ended up with a whole lot of them to play, on a whole bunch of consoles.

but like ... he’s a PC guy :/ he may have a super rare nintendo 64 console or two but nothing can beat his dual-monitor set up with his hand-build computer !

he also got real into hacking, y’know, just small things like watching security cameras in different cities and occasionally changing his grades b/c like ... who wouldn’t ? also ... cheated in dark souls. fucking loser.

his favorite games to play were always multiplayer games online like WoW and overwatch so !! he’s pretty fucking mad he can’t play them anymore. like. so mad. genuinely furious. he’s been trying to hack his way into like ... wifi or something dumb, ever since they got stranded in new west ham, but he’s had no luck !

he joined a band in high school because he was angsty and young, and like, turned out to be really good on drums ?? they had like ... some real big jimmy eat world / green day / say anything / old school fall out boy vibes. just a whole bunch of ‘fuck the government, fuck the authority, anarchy, rebellion, revolt revolt revolt’ angry rock music that got a buuunch of noise complaints during practice.

his role in the band was essentially the ~nerdy~ one, because he was a gamer, but like he was also Edgy and Angry and wore all black like Constantly (he still does who are we kidding)

probably paints his nails black and has a nose ring b/c gamers can be edgy too !!

huuuuuge junk food junkie. like ... he will consume Everything and Anything unhealthy. has a huge sweet tooth, he can’t remember the last time he’s drank straight up water.

but like ... he’s a loner pretty much. only friends he really bothered keeping were his bandmates and like ! half of them went missing along with the rest of the town so ! he’s feeling a lil’ lost

but not lost enough to do Nothing, y’know ?? coming back to west ham to an empty town awoke his little baby survivalist in him, probably due to a lot of survival games he played online, and he immediately took over his old home in oak ridge ! it was pretty much rotting there with his dad in jail, but not anymore !!

has also probably broken into a few homes already tbh b/c he’s just. ruthless. impulsive. if it feels like the end of the world then he’s yolo’ing, he’s peace-ing out, u cannot stop him.

uuhhh so he’s got this fucking...pomsky, right? her name is tulip. she was camilla’s before she passed away and like, what is apollo gonna do, huh ? put the dog in a shelter ? hell fucking nah. that’s his dog now.

unfortunately tulip isn’t the most .... tough looking dog. apollo set up a bunch of fucking speakers around the property of his dad’s house and plays large barking noises whenever somebody gets too close, just to ward off intruders, but like ... there’s no fucking big dogs man. it’s just apollo and tulip.

this isn’t like a Personality Trait but idk where to put it so ! apollo’s on antidepressants b/c like ... y’know ... the whole dad-murdering-mom thing sort of fucked him up a lot ! they make him feel pretty blah and diminished his sex drive so like ... hook ups aren’t really an option for him atm !

besides that he smokes a lot of weed b/c self medication

he’s ... sort of an asshole. like ... he can be rude and he doesn’t have much of a filter and i don’t know if there’s any softness left to him ! he just really misses his mom and his bandmates and has a lot of wishes involving changing the past and he reacts badly to things because he’s so defensive and on edge constantly.

he misses twitter the most, tho.

no but he’s just like. .. sad gamer boi ... a man and his dog ... who also carries like five knives on him and definitely knows where his dad kept his gun.

like he’s not socially awkward or necessarily Bad with people .. he’s just bad with people :/ doesn’t try hard enough ! is a little too apathetic ! chaotic to true neutral

wanted connections !!

i envision his band to have like ... four or five members including him. two guitar electric guitar, one bass, one drums / keyboard, any of them singing idk that’s not important. and since two of them have Disappeared, i’d like the One (or two) that Remains ! anarchy boys !

generally .. anybody else who is tryn to survive, that maybe he can bond with or completely clash with ??

i’d love enemies, just ppl he Refuses to get along with or they are just on bad terms for whatever reason

people he’s trying to not ! not get along with ! but it just doesn’t work out b/c like ... lbr, apollo’s pretty bad with other people.

just any falling outs.

uuhh ... maybe a few somewhat-friendships ! like... awkward acquaintances

ppl he knew primarily from high school / haven’t spoken to since

maybe one or two ppl who’s soft towards him or he’s soft towards or vice versa b/c like ! i’ll b real .. it’s pretty nice to have !

ex-flings, ex-somethings, ex-gfs, bfs, anything from the past.

hookup gone bad b/c he couldn’t get it up b/c antidepressants be like that (this is based off of a true story can we get a sad yeehaw in here)

gaming pals from before no wifi.

skater buds. vaping buds. b/c i can confirm that apollo owns like three juuls. stoner buds.

someone he’s like ... hesitantly forming an alliance with b/c sometimes it’s easier when you have someone on ur team ! b/c then drama when one of them betrays the other uwu

somebody trying 2 break into his house b/c u Know it’s got some good shit in there but he’s just like ‘alexa play dogs barking audio’ and then ur muse is like ... there’s no fucking dogs

juul pod dealer. that’s all.

i’m down for anything rly !! pleathe hmu !!

[oftripps]

“ –– wow. ”  it’s not so much a critique as it is a g-rated expletive. tripp forces a smile mid-chew and blinks. “ my tastebuds are screaming. gah–– uh, singing. singing. ”  he avoids swallowing and as ring-decorated fingers snag a napkin, wide eyes drifting to the tabletop as a small jingle breezes past tensed lips. “ ~ allergic to mushrooms ~ ”

or, alternatively: this is somethin’ new! the caspar slide pt. 2 !! & this time, it’s ‘bout to get funky !!  so i’m linc and this is tripp and he’s........ a trip, honestly, so let’s just... yeet on into this ––

( joe keery + 22 + muse 12 ) isn’t that phillip joel “tripp” goodman over there? i heard he joined faction: one after they got back to west ham. it’s funny, ‘cause they were only on the service trip because HIS BANDMATES DUPED HIM INTO THINKING THE SIGN-UP WAS FOR A WOODS-THEMED OPEN MIC GIG. hopefully they fit in there – they’re JAUNTY but also OUTRÉ. oh, i’m sure they’ll be fine.

out the door !  ( tripp goodman: a roadmap )

look up townie family in the dictionary and you’ll find a portrait of the goodmans directly beside. these folks have a looooong flippin’ legacy here in lil’ ole west ham, kansas. it all started with montgomery goodman, a good man, who helped west ham’s founders break ground on this midwestern charmer several centuries ago. and now, the goodmans still live on the same property –– a refurbished farmhouse ( now closer to mcmansion ) surrounded by five acres of roooooollin’ hills. once upon a time, they were farming folk. now, theresa and joel goodman run the town’s one and only veterinary clinic. 

honestly, growing up? tripp was a problematic kid. he’d take in frogs from the woods and start his own frog hotels. he’d sneak pets from the clinic to school who “ needed help learning their numbers ”. in class, he’d flick sunflower seeds at the backs of his peers’ heads and, when threatened with discipline, claim he simply “ wanted to see if they’d grow  ” .  so no, to answer your question–– tripp never really saw the real wrath warranted by his rulebreaking.

in fourth grade, he chose the saxophone as his required instrument. he caused such a commotion in his house, that his parents asked his teachers to suggest something quieter. the viola. the flute. the clarinet. the piano. instruments came and went,;instruments were quickly mastered and abandoned. because dear lord, how many times could they listen to the spongebob theme song played on woodwind ?!  on strings ?!  once middle school rolled around, little phillip joel knew his way around a whopping total of six instruments, a tally that would only grow in the coming years. eventually, his parents caved and allowed him to keep playing, so long as he respected instrument curfews. they gave song requests to avoid hearing the same pieces on repeat: the goodman household was probably the only one blessed with an oboe-and-beatbox rendition of under the sea. young phillip joel’s take on the issue was simple: not all heroes wore capes.

( tw: domestic unrest, mentions of violence ) theresa and joel split when tripp was 9. just seven months later, tripp’s mother moved in with her girlfriend: tripp’s guitar teacher, ms. lillith. tripp didn’t mind ms. lillith. she was chill. he came to find out she could knock back a chocolate milk almost as fast as he could, and she liked her grilled cheeses with swiss only. his best friend became a thirty-six year old woman who happened to be his mother’s girlfriend. and that was fine. he could dig it. but joel goodman? oh no. his family name was tarnished. the scandal was too much to bear. joel sued for full custody and nearly made it, thanks to hometown politics and loyalties. but then he made one fatal mistake: he crossed his own son.

at 10 years old, fifth grade phillip joel returned home to his father’s after school with three fingernails painted effervescent blue. sidney frasier made me so cool, he gushed as he put his colored nails on proud display. dad, aren’t i so cool?  the next day, his dad enrolled him in the town’s peewee football program. he returned home from his first practice with a black eye and a split lip. from a ball, the coach insisted. hit the poor fella square in the face, real strong. phillip joel put up a fight against football; it wasn’t for him. it conflicted with music practice. couldn’t he just play music with ms. lillith instead?

the custody battle persisted. they settled on a parenting schedule. joel contested, consistently, months later. and so the cycle persisted up until phillip joel’s 12th year, when he was knocked out cold on the football field. the broken ribs came from hefty tackles. bruises from the fall. concussion from the impact. but theresa spun it to her advantage: joel had since started coaching the middle school team. this was an instance of parental neglect. and, when the courts didn’t comply, she instructed her son to jump down the stairs. one broken ankle later, and joel goodman was accused of child abuse. his word against his injured son’s. the maneuver won theresa full custody. phillip joel has yet to forgive himself.

after the custody battle’s conclusion, joel stayed in town: but phillip joel didn’t want a thing to do with sharing his name. his mother still scolds him as phillip joel, but to everyone else, he became tripp –– inspired by his knack for, you guessed it!, tumbling over his own two feet.

in high school, tripp was the class clown. always smirking, always grinning, always ready to catch someone off guard. he became a pivotal part of west ham high’s jazz band, and even formed a small group with a few buds: face. they played some school events: homecoming, pep rallies, prom. garage-baked young rock, their songs often preached meetings under bleachers and high school never ending. 

in senior year, the band saw a reboot: and after assuming a more indie, spacey sound and a nifty new name –– 1757. –– they saw a rise in local celebrity. coffee shops commissioned them for jam nights. they played on the local radio. so they collectively decided to stick around and see how far they could ride this west ham fame train. with tripp as their frontman, they always leave a memorable impression: he’s not exactly the most run-of-the-mill performer.

1757.’s sound is reminiscent of LANY: i’ve reblogged a few tunes onto tripp’s blog for reference. he’s v much a paul klein / matty healy vibe. big into music. big into losing himself in it.

so what was he up to before the service trip? playin’ tunes. working part-time as a waiter. and brainstorming ways to get out of going on this trip, as soon as he realized his stupid bandmates lied about the form he signed. an open mic in the woods ! pah !  he should have known. but the concept sounded pretty flippin’ cool.

wear our shades on our nose, 'cause we're cool like that ( tripp goodman: the man, the myth, the ledge )

oh god, he’s  w e i r d .  he believes in goblins and ghosts and aliens ( oh my )!

still VERY VERY close with his mother. v broken up about not being able to get through to her, because it was about to be his parents’ wedding anniversary and they were going to anti-celebrate it with big slices of oreo cheesecake and setting things on fire.

how he feels about coming home to west ham: post apocalyptic version.

uhhhh... can he please get a waffle? specifically a cinnamon raisin waffle with extra cinnamon and a shit ton of syrup? actually. syrup with a side of waffles?

why he was banned from his personal twitter.

“ do you even lift, bruv? ”  * proceeds to pick up a teacup & lift his pinkie like a true knock-off british monarch, shitty accent included *

listens to wham! and glam rock. unironically.bluetooth speaker mounted on his bike. no helmet! like an absolute boss. he knows!! wild!! shades on. it’s 2am. it’s dark. but true swag obeys no clock.

catch him biking everywhere stranger things style, actually. his bike’s name is milo because he can roll on for miles. mess with milo and he’ll fuck u up. aka find out if you’re lactose intolerant and slip heavy cream into your meal.

has a strong vendetta against blue doritos. which might take root in some horrific experiences involving cheez wiz, cool ranch, weed, and the new york subway system at 4am on a tuesday. spring break freshman year of college. oof.

he has a lil drawwwwl. tease him about it. he’ll probably blush.

stress-hums chili’s babyback ribs without realizing. catch him singin’ that about to be murdered.

weapon of choice: kindness.

actual weapon of choice: baseball bat.

he will write little jingles to keep morale up. “ so we’re trapped / cash us inside / how bou’ dat ? ”

has a passion for introspective literary quotes. but... has somehow managed to learn each and every one wrong.

friggin’ loves superheroes even though he can’t be bothered to watch the films? he just… always used to get made fun of for liking comic books even though he never read them? “ arachnid man is uh...  heh. he’s pretty dope, huh? ” he embraces the falsehood. someone call him on it.

9/10 times if he’s in the gym, it’s just to eat his donut and watch pay-per-view movies on the bike for free.

apple pie can absolutely be breakfast if you try hard enough. jeez. get with the times, man!

he had a legitimate pet rock before going on this service trip. but has no idea where that bugger’s gone. probably got fed up with tripp serenading him with “ we will rock you ” at all hours of the night.

lawful good. will wave other drivers on forever.

got into an accident on his bike once. bitch broke his arm and he just kept on smiling.  “ no you have a nice day! and uh.... hey. mind if we like... call an ambulance? ”

low key feels like he’s the reason his parents’ marriage crumbled. low key guilty about it. low key wonders if maybe he lived up to his father’s expectations, he might have saved them a lot of grief.

give benny goodman by saint motel a listen and tell me that’s not his soul in audio form.

known for slightly hyperbolic storytelling.

pansexual as heck. falls in love. hard. it’s a mess. he can’t hide it. hence the shades.

he has brilliant hair. and it’s immortalized in his high school yearbook.

is hellbent on being a source of positivity in this terrible situation. can he interest you in a meme in these trying times? how ‘bout a granola bar? maybe a good ole game of mash?

he’s convinced this is an elaborate prank. or a social experiment. maybe aliens. but let’s not question it too much, let’s just.... have a good time? hakuna matata? no worries? lol where the twizzlers at?!

leaves a voicemail for his mother every morning and every night. maybe he cries. maybe.

he has one ear pierced because like.......... senior year of high school, he wanted to feel more cool.

allergic to mushrooms, shellfish, eggs, and harbingers of doom.

he truly boggles minds. just.... v out there? v spacey. he closes his eyes and drifts about on stage, fingers dancing on the keys, body moving in eclectic ways. he says “groovy” and fuckin’ means it. he dresses in prints inspired by grandma’s carpet. lots of half-buttoned flowy shirts, boots, tailored statement pants, dangly necklaces. he’s got his hands full of rings –– they symbolize milestones. and some are just, like... pretty. and one’s his mother’s old wedding band.

where the hell are my friends !  ( wanted connectz. )

i was gonna do a whole section on this and got lazy but like.... anything. all the things. good, bad, ugly, beautiful. hurt him. make him suffer. but also support him a bit.

i imagine he’s got a solid squad goin’. he’s in faction one too, so... hmu for those.

i feel like he’d be pretty chill with the greeks? yeah bro, he parties. he’ll chill. he’ll crack open a cold one and pretend to understand what those letters on your jacket mean! pie-apple-fate-uh? cool stuff !

ride or dies. pls.

he needs someone to like....... melt his heart. maybe someone unexpected.

thisssss got long & disorganized but yes! let’s plot! let’s do this thang! #hype!!

[mcribel]

( ella purnell + 18 + muse 05 ) isn’t that maribel sawyer over there? i heard SHE joined faction one after they got back to west ham. it’s funny, ‘cause they were only on the service trip to do something kind. hopefully they fit in there – they’re TENDERHEARTED, but also BIDDABLE. oh, i’m sure they’ll be fine. ( james, she/they, 20, EST )

hello it’s me again !! i have really bad uuuhhhh self control so i brought in this sweetie !!

TW: PAST EATING DISORDER (MENTIONS ONLY), MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES.

a e s t h e t i c s

handwritten letters and ink-stained hands, vintage magnifying glasses and worn oxfords, knee-high socks and scraped knees, ribbons in hair and turtlenecks underneath dresses, dried flowers and locked up diaries, suede skirts and oversized cardigans, hot tea and cold coffee, flinching at loud noises, loud voices, record scratches and stumbles, stuttering words and beet-red faces, bitten nails and awkward stances, blankets laid out in the sun and the smell of newspapers.

general info !!

full name: maribel ottoline sawyer

nickname(s): mari, bell, lottie b/c middle name, etc. etc. just sawyer sometimes idk

b.o.d. - june 1st, 18 yrs old

label(s): the marionette, the demure, the obsequious, the allegiant, etc.

height: like 5′3″

hometown: duluth, minnesota

sexuality: ??? ??? ?????

stats TBD but her pinterest is HERE !

biography !!

born the middle child to a man in the air force and a woman whose passions laid among writing diet cookbooks and recording cooking DVDs, maribel was never anything extraordinary.

after all, her elder sister had a voice made for broadway, and her younger brother was writing sonnets before he’d hit middle school. and maribel was just maribel, another girl with middle child syndrome

her household was typical, conservative all-american, strict no matter where they moved. curfew before 9pm and family dinner every sunday, mandatory; better not miss out on those vegetables or you’ll be sitting there for hours. grounded for grades below their expected. the usual.

there wasn’t anything particularly interesting in her life for the longest time. she was just another shy girl who moved to school to school, quiet and seated in the very back of class, as if that’d allow her the coverage to remain unseen.

she couldn’t color in the lines, or follow the lines, or draw a straight line, the kind of gal who opened her mouth at the wrong time, whose voice got washed away by another’s interrupting. she got picked on at most schools, due to her size and her stumbling words, and she’d let it happen for the most part. always the wannabe, trying to be who she wasn’t.

it hadn’t helped that her mother was some sort of ... health food guru, a woman obsessed with image and the epitome of health - her practices were often forced upon maribel, especially, beginning in a long, difficult relationship with food.

by the time she was a freshmen in high school, her parents had divorced and, for a brief moment, mari thought she could finally settle down somewhere and become a normal teenager. this was until, of course, her mother enrolled her in a boarding school in nevada.

with her sister graduated and her brother still in middle school, mari was left alone in a strange school; the only constant being the cliques that surrounded herself and the money they waved around, as if it were nothing.

the only time she was ever really approached was because of her knack with forgery, a talent picked up after hours of mimicking others’ handwriting, an attempt to change every single part of her into someone likable.

often stayed in the computer labs during lunch and free periods, firstly because she’d never been allowed to have a computer at home (rots yr brain!) and secondly because she’d gotten into programming, and it was something she could actually ... see herself doing, potentially.

was alone in this until her sophomore year, when the next new kid found their way into the computer lab; the loser zone, the land of outcasts. this individual, despite their quirks and oddities, became maribel’s first genuine friend. they were a little too into conspiracies and mysteries, but that was alright.

soon enough, it started to rub off onto maribel, as well, who’d always been observant but not the kind of gal to put it to use. they became a tiny pair of investigators, p.i.’s without the certification, investigating petty school drama that was usually written on the inside of a bathroom stall.

essentially a less impressive nancy drew / scooby doo gang / veronica mars duo.

surprisingly ! beginning junior year, maribel got involved with the weed and underaged drinking and whatnot b/c her like, very best friend was doing it and she wanted to be...impressive, i guess?

so then they became stoner detectives. about halfway thru their junior year is when things got uuhh ... complicated.

one night they were just, y’know, getting high and other typical teenager things. and then someone started talking about aliens, and then area 51, and then they both became increasingly aware that they were living in nevada and Not Too Far from the airbase.

long story short, they attempted to break into area 51. they got caught, got charged with trespassing and had to be bailed out of county jail, maribel’s dad almost lost his job, and her best friend disappeared without a trace almost immediately afterwards. spooky shit !

this is when her mother packed up and moved them to west ham, kansas ! it was for a ~fresh start~ but really was just a way to keep her eye on maribel.

i mean, god, for the rest of her junior year maribel was miserable. she was a student at west ham high but like ... god, she hardly spoke to anyone. drug tested every week, essentially on some sort of form of house arrest.

wasn’t really allowed to get a job during this either ! so she made money by anonymously creating and selling fake I.D.’s b/c like ... yolo, y’know? why not?

her mental health deteriorated during this and by the summer before her senior year she was getting help for an eating disorder. she was essentially gone the entire summer, but like ... doubt anybody noticed tbh !

by the time senior year rolled around, maribel was in a better place and was like ... determined not to fall into a bad headspace again. her anxiety’s still pretty strong but ! she’s trying !

uuh started working for the school newspaper as a help column under a fake name b/c ! this was her way of branching out and getting to know students w/o actually doing it lmao.

took a few of her classes online so she could leave school earlier, just b/c it was a major source of anxiety for her and like ... she couldn’t eat alone in the bathroom again. her mom was a little less ... restrictive, so maribel got a job.

or well ... she got a lot of jobs. maribel, being maribel, can hardly keep a job b/c she usually ends up fucking up real badly in an almost comical manner and getting fired.

on the otherhand, she had earned herself a partial scholarship and was debating over majoring in computer science or investigative journalism (her parents were very disapproving of her doing computer science, however, so she was likely to be forced into journalism) ... until the trip.

she went as a simple act of kindness, y’know, to give back to the community that she hardly knew.

and now here we are !! joining faction one b/c she knows of everybody there and they’re all her age and like ... she can’t be on her own or she’d actually die lmao so !

personality !!

god ... she’s awkward. like just, straight up awkward. she’s real bad at talking to others.

always tripping and stumbling over her words, and occasionally her own two feet. she’s constantly jittery and just like ... fidgety b/c she’s usually nervous. touch her hand. it’s shaking. why? she doesn’t know !

however maribel is like ... very very very nice. tries really hard to be kind to everybody and tries really hard 2 be a good pal to whoever makes their way into her life.

sorta kinda like ... adjusts her personality 2 match whoever she’s talking to b/c she wants to be likable. oh, you smoke marlboros? me too ! proceeds to cough a lung after inhaling one (1) cigarette. that sort of shit.

used to smoke a lot of weed but ! didn’t really do it that much in recent months. might increase now that her mom isn’t around but you never know. uuhh the rare times that she does drink it’s like ... a complete flip in her personality. becomes ms. extrovert, a flirt of flirts. but that’s very rare.

very hesitant with befriending people even tho she ! desperately wants friends ! she’s just a little untrusting ... a little worrisome ... believes she’s cursed to be a friendless loser for the rest of her life. so she’s definitely like .. a try hard too.

i mean like i don’t think ‘no’ is in her vocabulary ! she’ll do anything if u ask and like .. sound like u really want it. really just is seeking approval whenever possible.

squeaks like a mouse :/

rambles ! when she’s nervous ! and apologizes a lot.

she’s just like ... insecure and doesn’t expect anybody 2 remember her from anything jskdfg

easily bends to other’s will, easily manipulative / easy 2 step on / etc. etc.

she does smile and like ... laughs a lot tho ! b/c she tries rly hard to come off as like happy and optimistic and like ... not having deep-rooted issues with herself. 

she’s a good kid, just a lil plain jane. can’t talk for shit but has given good written advice b4. is good w/ math n numbers but not much anything else.

she is really observant !! doesn’t rly use it to her advantage tho :/ she just makes mental notes ... writes shit in her diary b/c she 100% keeps n writes in her diary daily. 

sort of lies abt herself too ! like it’s nothing serious but like ... she doesn’t rly want others to know how lame she is sdifkg

can be ... ditzy , lacking common sense, a little naive ... just wants everything to be okay :(

loves vintage stuff ! owns p much only vintage stuff ! also listens 2 like ... records exclusively like the dork she is. like soft indie pop and other shit.

has probably cried 2 mitski but like ... who hasn’t :/

literally only turned 18 like ... a few days ago ... she’s baby ...

wanted connections !!

god okay ... so like obv i would like some friends for her ... varying degrees of closeness.

idk somebody she has crushed on before / is crushing on currently .. but like, from afar, like she’d never talk to them but she can look !! and dream !! and write their names together in her diary

somebody use her b/c she’s so naive n like ... usable. idk what for but ! anything ! get her to steal shit ! get her to wreck shit or to lie for you or whatever !

like ... fake friends ... ppl who’ll throw her away once her purpose is done

alternately !! something pure n wholesome.

ALTERNATELY srsly though. wreck her shit. convince her you care for her n then betray her !!

conspiracy pals ... for the rare times she gets high ...

someone she flirted with once while drunk at like a party and now she’s embarrassed and avoids them :/

an ex-tutor b/c ... don’t think school’s in session anymore ...

ppl who genuinely want the best for her and like ... care for her as a living person.

someone who just cant stand ! that she’s so weak minded and malleable ! and rather than use her they just ... clash with her. cause arguments even tho maribel doesn’t rly... do that.

like someone just yell at her sdikfg

someone has to get her out of a sticky situation and they’re like ... Annoyed. might not wanna admit it but ! and she just feels bad

ppl who she’s definitely given a fake I.D. to

ppl who literally forgot she existed dkfmghg

someone for her to follow around like a lil puppy and sidekick !! b/c she doesn’t have a single independent thought !! someone she’s just rly trying to impress

someone found her diary and oh no ! it’s embarrassing !

c o r r u p t  h e r. idk how ! seduce her ! make her look at the world differently ! ruin her ! DESTROY HER !

literally ... anything ...pleathe ... i’ll give u a penny. 

[localrobosexual]

so how about The Last Knight huh

HECKO I totally forgot to make that post about what I thought about Transformers 5 after I watched it whOOPS

so here they are now!! :0 it’s kinda long though. Sorry about that. Unlike my post about GOTG Vol. 2 that one time, for this one I just kinda wrote down some erratic notes about thoughts and reactions I had as I watched the movie, and then I kinda summed up my opinion about it overall down at the end?? so yeah. That’s how this one is gonna play out lol. Generalized running commentary style.

(fair warning: this WILL contain spoilers!! Like I can’t,,, , talk about it without giving stuff away lmao. If you haven’t seen the movie, and still want to and plan on doing so, I don’t recommend you read this!)

alright u made it past the spoiler warning so here we go!!

-  Quintessa gave me a lot of G1 Unicron vibes with the whole "I made you, you are mine to command" thing

- "Why do we tell these stories, besides the fact that dragons are wicked" girl same lmao

- I literally cannot. CANNOT. Take Barricade seriously. With those ridiculous "punish" and “enslave” branded brass knuckles. Buddy. My dude. Please chill. You're literally trying to be so edgy man just. Turn it down a notch lmao - Optimus literally didn't sound at all like himself at first?? It sounded like he had a different voice actor for those first few lines he spoke?? That was weird. It wasn't until the second time he appeared on screen where Quintessa was telling him about where the staff was hid was I like "oh wait yeah there's Peter Cullen" - the "Cybertron is coming" shot looked sUPER fake and green screened to me for whatever reason?? like idk I think it was the lighting they had on him but it was reALLY FUNNY PFFFFTT

- Bee swinging his legs on top of that roof was sUPER CUTE THANK U IM BLESSED

- Mohawk. Um. Who thought turning Junkrat into a Transformer was a good idea bc that’s literally all this dude is lmao

- What kind of name is Nitro Zeus. Im cryin. PRETTY SURE HE HAS THE SAME VOICE ACTOR AS THE ONE TIGER ALIEN FROM BEN 10??? I DON’T REMEMBER HIS NAME BUT HE WAS THE ONE THAT ALWAYS WENT "LEMME TELL YOU SOMETHIN". WHY DOES HE HAVE SHOCKWAVE'S FACE. IM SO DONE

- I like how they had the whole holoform bike thing going on?? like how Prowl's was in TFA and Arcee’s was in TFP that was neato - I WILL NEVER GET USED TO HEARING BUMBLEBEE SWEAR I S2G but the Siri voice thing was pretty funny ngl. I saw that in a trailer on instagram and didn't actually think it was actually a real scene that they kept I thought it was just made for that specific ad but nOPE IT WAS REAL LMAO - Megatron musing over Starscream's decapitated head oh my god liSTEN MAN PUT HIM DOWN DONT BE LIKE THIS COME ON - HI CAN WE TALK ABOUT COGSMAN I LOVE COGMAN A LOT I LOVE HIM HE WAS REALLY GREAT EASILY A BIG FAVE HE WAS SO ENJOYABLE TO WATCH I love how,,, ok heck I don't know this guy very well bc I didn't watch Age of Extinction but it's the green dude with the trench coat built into him,,, Crosshairs?? I think it's Crosshairs yeah but the fact that he called him a C-3PO rip off was fUNNY MAN that also got a good laugh outta me and he totally rekt his heckin finger lmao. He was rlly short?? that surprised me kinda like from the trailers it looked like he was pretty average human sized but nope he’s super short - BEE'S DOUBLE CHEST POUND FINGER GUN "ayyy my dude" THING WAS ADORABLE THANK U - THEY ACTUALLY WENT THROUGH WITH THE WHOLE EARTH BEING UNICRON THING HOLY HECK now that,,, that was really interesting. Didn't expect that. AND the whole Nemesis Prime deal?? OP getting brainwashed?? THAT'S why he's heckin evil nO WONDER MAN GEEZ I didn't think OP would willingly do all that to the earth just because. That makes me feel a lot better actually lmao - Soundwave!! Shockwave!! u guys are famous!! wow way to go im so proud of u!!!! - Hot Rod tho,,,, , oh boy he was a mess lmao. I only really know Hot Rod through MTMTE and the 80s Transformers movie so,, , not too too much to go off of, but he just was so incredibly DIFFERENT and off-putting from what I was used to that I honestly didn't like him so much?? I mean he was alright. Grew on me a bit more as the movie went on I think. He was ok. That time warp weapon thing he had was cool tho!! nice!! seemed kinda overpowered a bit but cool!! - COGMAN SPINNING AROUND IN A CIRCLE WHILE HE WALKED THE DOG WAS ADORABLE THANK U - you know that movie trope where he background music will become like a song on the radio and then a character comes and switches it off?? YEAH THEY DID SOMETHING LIKE THAT IN THIS MOVIE WITH THE EPIC WORLD-CHANGING ORGAN MUSIC AND I JUST. COGMAN GOING HAM ON THAT ORGAN HAD ME CRYYYYYYYIIINNG HE WAS SO INTO IT MAN OH MY GO D. I LOVE COGMAN THANK U THAT’S ONE OF MY FAVORITE TROPES AND IT WAS HILARIOUS GOD BLESS - HE CAN SING OPERA TOO IM CRYYYYIINNNG MAN JUST. PLEASE LET HIM HYPE UP THE MOMENT HE'S DOING HIS BEST!!!! - THE TABLE WAS WRITTEN IN OLD CYBERTRONIAN yknow if you could get Cyclonus down there he could probs read that for you no problem. Or don't actually. Please don't drag him into Bayverse oh I s2g nevermind nevermind - HEY MAN I LOVED THAT ROBOT HYDRA WOO BOY THAT WAS COOL and it's like?? a Combiner?? but not really. Burton just said the twelve knights combined into the dragon but I doubt they can all unfuse from that form lmao it was probs just a one time thing. So not a Combiner. Still cool tho. Robot dragons. SICK!!!!!! - HEY they did the whole Unicron's a planet-eating god thing this time around too wow. Neat. Listen man all I'm saying is I glad I watched TFP and bits of G1 and that 80s movie bc if not I woulda had no idea why Unicron was important lmao. That was pretty neat tho!! Interesting. Interesting. - OK BUT COGMAN LAUGHING AND SINGING "MOVE B!TCH GET OUT THE WAY" WHILE DRIVING 200 MPH DOWN THE ROAD WAS HILARIOUS WHAT A BLESSING THANK U - Surprisingly Bee seemed to be ok in that open water??? Hanging on to the side of a submarine?? I mean. Salt water man. Buddy watch out ur gonna rust plEASE BE CAREFUL

- speaking of which didn’t they say there was gonna be a submarine transformer in this movie?? like didn’t they say that in interviews before the movie came out?? I mean. We never saw that. It might’ve been that the submarine WAS a transformer but it never spoke, never transformed, nothing. Didn’t give any indication that it was uniquely Cybertronian aside from Vivian’s magic touch thing. Idk. That wasn’t explained so I mean. Hmm.

- Cogman can make sushi!! dang!! wow!!! bravo!!! - OP'S HECKIN INTERDIMENSIONAL BOOB POCKET OH MY GO D dang wish I had one of those lmao - THAT FINAL FIGHT WITH OP AND BEE THO AAAAAAAA OH MY GO S H HECKO MAN!!!! OPTIMUS RIPS OFF BEE'S DOOR WINGS MAN!!! GEEZ!!!! what I wanna know is like since when did Bumblebee have a hammer lmao. Like,, , is it supposed to the the Forge of Solus Prime?? When did he get that?? How and why?? I don't know and it was never explained but I mean. Why tho. - OH MY GOD BUT BEE'S VOICE!! IT ACTUALLY WORKED!!! DANG!! WOW BUDDY!!! AAAA!! IM GLAD HE'S OK!!! and that's all it takes to snap Optimus outta his brainwashed phase lmao ok then. Cool. Wasn’t what I expected him to sound like either but then again I really don’t know what I expected in the first place lmao - I feel a LOT better knowing Optimus didn't willingly wanna destroy the earth like. He was brainwashed. And when he snapped outta it he felt absolutely awful about what he did. I mean it felt like that whole plot point was rushed, a lot of this movie felt very rushed, but it makes me feel better at least lmao. Optimus I'm sorry man can I,,, , give u a hug or something man it rlly looks like u need a hug - "YOU CHOSE THE WRONG SIDE" OOOOOH BOY FLASHBACKS TO THAT CAPTAIN AMERICA CIVIL WAR BIT IN PRI.ME(3) LMAOOOO - CADE. BUDDY. YOU CANT JUST BLOCK A SWORD LIKE THAT. THAT WAS A KILLING BLOW DEALT BY A GIANT ALIEN ROBOT I DONT CARE HOW SPECIAL THAT MEDALLION THINGY IS U CANT JUST DO THAT LMAOOOO. And then as soon as he whips that sword out the rest of the knights are like "oh wait yeah let's stop killing this guy we're chill now let's all point out swords together" lmaooooo - Crosshairs' "Love that guy. Goosebumps every time" line after Optimus gives his mandatory speech lmAO DUDE SAME - "You were by far the coolest" alright Cogman you ruined the moment a lil bit but man I still love u hecko - OK THIS IS GONNA SOUND REALLY STUPID BUT LISTEN MAN I'M GLAD THERE WAS,,,, , a lot of hand holding going on towards the end. Like fr. Cogman to dying Burton and Vivian and Cade as they were gonna jump outta that plane onto the Cybertronian tendril whatevers. Just. Small bits of physical reassurance and comfort in times of real great distress. I appreciate that a LOT more than like, watching two characters make out right before the big climactic final showdown lmao. Thank u movie wow I really didn't expect that - SO THERE WAS A COMBINER TEAM!! A COMBINER MINOTAUR!!! DANG NOT EVEN GONNA LIE THAT THING WAS NEATO!!! - Ok forget what I said about Hot Rod at the beginning he redeemed himself at the end. I didn't like him and first but now,, , now we chill. Granted I still can't see him as being HOT ROD bc he's just so different from what I know him as Rodimus but I can still appreciate him as his own character. Cool cool. - OPTIMUS RIDING THE ROBOT HYDRA INTO BATTLE AND BLOWING EVERYTHING UP WAS GREAT. MAN THAT WAS GOOD. "DID YOU FORGET WHO I AM" WOOOO BOY CHILLS MAN!!!! - OH COME ON they still made out. Lmao. Dangit. It was inevitable but I mean come on man. Alright. They kept it short and quick thank you tho if u had to put in a make out scene at least u kept it to a minimum. Thank you. Can we get back to the robots now pls. - AAAAA BUMBLEBEE'S "STING LIKE A BEE" LINE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA - that ending was pretty sudden lmao. A lot of this movie was sudden and fast. They just jump cut STRAIGHT to those credits man not even an ending panorama or clean slow zoom out shot or anything lmao - AND OH BOY THEY TEASED UNICRON’S GONNA ACTUALLY COME BACK AND APPEAR IN ANOTHER MOVIE AAAAAAA OH NO OH BOY NOT AGAIN GOSH DARN IT LMAO 

All in all, surprisingly, I actually ended up kinda enjoying it!! Like it really wasn't as bad as I thought it would be!! Tbh for me it might even be second best in the series!! (First being the first movie from 2008 lmao) Honestly I was really REALLY surprised at how much I didn't hate it. Like. I still dislike it to a degree because it's still Bayverse, and I probably won't watch it again unless I'm with friends (like I do with the rest of the transformers movies) but it honestly wasn't too too bad! It really exceeded my expectations as far as plot, and I wasn't hardcore cringing for most of the movie so hey that's a plus!! The movie had a lot of genuinely funny moments, especially with Cogman, which got some pretty good laughs outta me like I was really having fun at those parts!! Optimus’ absence for most of the movie didn’t sit well with me for some reason. Like it just felt strange. But it kinda had to be for the story to move forward so I guess I can forgive that lol. The pacing was REALLY whack and way too fast though. Like they were REALLY trying to cram a whole lotta stuff into a relatively short amount of time. The movie's almost two and a half hours long but it really didn't feel like that because of how fast the pacing was. Some of the dialogue felt really forced because of this issue too. It didn’t feel genuine sometimes. But that has to be like, pretty much my only specific issue with it?? surprisingly?? wow. I'm honestly super shocked lmao dang man I didn’t think I’d like this movie at all but I was very much proved wrong!! I hated those old ladies tho and their obsession to get Vivian a boyfriend and the whole innuendo thing. Yeah. No. Don't do that. Stop. I'm too ace for this. 

anyways yeah those were my thoughts sorry that was so long lmao whoops