#oc: pulldown

[ghastghoul]

My Transformers OC compilation, for funsies:

Okay so the first OC that I designed while watching the G1 cartoon and Transformers: Animated for the first time in forever was Shift Click.

G1 Design (with a bonus sketch where I drew him in a comic style):

I'm not too great at drawing vehicles atm so I decided to make a minibot that became a computer mouse to make up for that. I'd like to think that his best ally/friend would be Blaster since he was actually my favorite side character from the Autobot roster, along with Jazz. Shift Click the type to take up human culture like a sponge but isn't very open about it and he enjoys humanity's various takes on robots in media.

Transformers Animated Design:

In TFA I see him as more open, but he never sees Earth. He hates Sentinel whenever he sees the mech and he's honestly a bit isolated by what he does. When his skills aren't being used to get intel on the enemy then he's not doing much as he's on the lazy side. I'm not sure if his alt. mode is the same as his G1 counterpart (computer mouse), honestly.

I also played around with the idea of him as a Decepticon, not canon to his lore but for fun:

Then I have another TF:A OC named Pulldown:

His alt. mode is a drive-in theater projector. He's an ex-Decepticon that used to work with Swindle, his projection abilities once being used to show off products Swindle tried selling before having a falling out. Pulldown tries very hard to hide his past but he honestly sucks at it, poor fella. He also lies when he ends up on Earth and claims to be part of Autobot intel, but that's debunked fast and it forces him to be honest.

Now we've got my wonderful ✨️babygirl✨️, my ✨️pookie✨️, my love - the Beast Wars OC I designed named Shatter Fang:

Shatter Fang's beast mode is a Moray Eel. His protoform was thought to be lost to the sea after the Predacons dropped his pod into the salty waters below their battle ground, devastating the Maximals trying to salvage him. Cheetor later finds a moray eel swimming oddly close to the water's edge and realizes what happened, that the protoform had not only survived but had taken on a beast mode, and he's elated when he gives Primal the good news.

His processor is a bit wonky as he often confuses similar words with eachother when speaking (Ex: instead of saying "My apologies," he may say "My sorries"), but he has a respectable spark and (later on) the passion of a warrior. When he meets the Maximals he's wary and afraid. Optimus Primal decides to let Dinobot act as his mentor, teaching him how to fight in this war; but when Shatter Fang encounters a Pred for the first time he fumbles and attempts to run from combat, at least until Dinobot accuses him of being a total coward unworthy of respect. After helping his new allies win the fight he decides to dedicate all his energy toward earning the respect of his mentor as well as his other Maximal brethren.

And finally, my newest OC named Wavewader:

Since he's so new I don't have too much on him at the moment, but his submarine alt mode was actually inspired by SuBlue Water Scooters and just stylized submarine/ship designs one may see in animation.

If I had to give any feel for his personality so far, it's very calm and easy to be around. He gets down to business as it's needed.

[ghastghoul]

I actually have more than I thought I did 😭! Didn't even realize it until I saw this post and gathered up some of my better sketches for them!

My first OC that I designed while watching the G1 cartoon and Transformers: Animated for the first time in forever was Shift Click.

G1 Design:

I'm not too great at drawing vehicles so I decided to make a minibot that became a computer mouse to make up for that. I'd like to think that his favorite ally would be Blaster since he was actually my favorite side character from the Autobot roster, along with Jazz. He's the type to take up human culture like a sponge but isn't very open about it and he enjoys humanity's various takes on robots in media.

Transformers: Animated Design:

In TFA I see him as more open, but he never sees Earth. He hates Sentinel whenever he sees the mech and he's honestly a bit isolated by what he does. When his skills aren't being used to get intel on the enemy then he's not doing much as he's on the lazy side. I'm not sure if his alt. mode is the same as his G1 counterpart (computer mouse), honestly.

Then I have another TF:A OC named Pulldown:

His alt. mode is a drive-in theater projector. He's an ex-Decepticon that used to work with Swindle, his projection abilities once being used to show off products Swindle tried selling before having a falling out. Pulldown tries very hard to hide his past but he honestly sucks at it, poor fella. He also lies when he ends up on Earth and claims to be part of Autobot intel, but that's debunked fast and it forces him to be honest.

Now we've got my wonderful ✨️babygirl✨️, my ✨️pookie✨️, my love - the Beast Wars OC I designed named Shatter Fang:

Shatter Fang's beast mode is a Moray Eel. His protoform was thought to be lost to the sea after the Predacons dropped his pod into the salty waters below their battle ground, devastating the Maximals trying to salvage him. Cheetor later finds a moray eel swimming oddly close to the water's edge and realizes what happened, that the protoform had not only survived but had taken on a beast mode, and he's elated when he gives Primal the good news.

His processor is a bit wonky as he often confuses similar words with eachother when speaking (Ex: instead of saying "My apologies," he may say "My sorries"), but he has a respectable spark and (later on) the passion of a warrior. When he meets the Maximals he's wary and afraid. Optimus Primal decides to let Dinobot act as his mentor, teaching him how to fight in this war; but when Shatter Fang encounters a Pred for the first time he fumbles and attempts to run from combat, at least until Dinobot accuses him of being a total coward unworthy of respect. After helping his new allies win the fight he decides to dedicate all his energy toward earning the respect of his mentor as well as his other Maximal brethren.

And finally, my newest OC named Wavewader:

Since he's so new I don't have too much on him at the moment, but his submarine alt mode was actually inspired by one of these:

And the unique designs for submarines or ships that you may see in animation.

If I had to give any feel for his personality so far, it's very calm and easy to be around. He gets down to business as it's needed.

Reblog this and show me your Transformers OCs, please and thank you

PLEASE I love seeing people's transformers OC's so much

And feel free to absolutely info-dump about them, I will read all of it. ALSO if anyone has sparkling oc's theyre willing to share (whether from canon or oc characters) I will die of happiness.

[suhlogic]

cold sweat [kim mingyu x fem!oc]

warnings: fwb, sexual tension, size kink, creampie, manhandling, daddy kink, overstimulation, mingyu is really touchy, dom!mingyu, sub!reader, fingering, unprotected sex , porn with little plot , body worship, pussy-eating, car sex , a bit of a self-indulgent fic

you and mingyu have been friends since your senior year of high school. the two of you were as thick as thieves, it didn’t matter if there was the risk of being separated in college— you two would always find each other during holidays and summer breaks in your hometown. but there was just one problem: you were falling hard and fast for the one and only kim mingyu. your mingyu who’s six feet and two inches tall of pure happiness and sweet disposition, the one who’d drop everything for you whenever you’re down, the person who was always cheering you on, and not to mention how handsome he is with his tan skin and prominently defined arms with his toned back as wide as the pacific ocean and those toned abs— but god, his smile and his contagious laugh that you could just constantly put on repeat no matter what time of day it is has you secretly pining away for your best friend. 

being physically intimate with him was not an uncharted territory  for the two of you, it just sort of happened one time when he came home drunk to your place and stumbled on your bed falling into a deep slumber as he cuddled you close in his hazy state. but you two never really brought up that night ever again, it did not matter if you two were sober or not, one of you would always offer cuddles and maybe a few stolen kisses in between especially when the both of you were stressed over schoolwork. it didn’t take that long for you to notice that mingyu was initiating them more often but repressed the thought that he could actually like you because you were just silly old you— always the best friend, never the girlfriend. but, little did you know, he fell first for you. of course he’d never admit that for the sake of protecting the friendship.

[10:00PM]

it was already late at night and you couldn’t stop tossing and turning in your bed so you decided to get up and shower to get ready for the 24/7 gym just near your apartment complex. after getting your things prepared, you decided to ring up mingyu to join you on your workout—or as he calls it, “gymscapade” for when you both get so stressed you need to work out a sweat. he picks up after two rings, voice clearly woken up from a deep slumber. “hey, what’s up?” he replies, “would you wanna go workout with me right now?” you ask, hoping he’s not too lazy in the confines of his bed on the other line.  “yeah, just let me get ready in a bit. call you soon when i’m there.” he says with a yawn. “okay, just meet me at the gym near my place just so i can get a good warmup.” you say as the both of you exchange your goodbyes. 

you make it to the gym not long after and decided to unzip your jacket halfway through your warmup. you were actually the only one in the gym since it was already quite late. while working up a sweat on the lat pulldown machine, you saw mingyu from the corner of your eye entering wearing  grey sweatpants and a compression tank top. he starts to warm up for a bit as you went to where he was, “what are you going to do today?” he asked, stretching out his arms. “i’ll just do a few upper and lower body workouts, maybe squeeze in some lifting too,” you say, as you take a sip from your water bottle. it never really struck you how handsome mingyu was until as of late, it just wasn’t in the books for the two of you to actually get together or even fuck at the very least but knowing how tiny and short you were compared to his huge, tall frame made you run a bit hot and wet down there. 

“care to spot me while i do bench presses?” he says as he takes off the dumbbells from the racks. you could barely lift what he pressed, it’s almost all-consuming seeing mingyu lay on the bench while you looked down at him as he lifted and praising him every time he’d do it. this position was not good for your health, all you could ever think about was him eating you out whenever he would moan out of exertion. you still had a few sets on the lat pulldown machine to go and asked him to spot you, to help you with your form since he was going to the gym longer than you have been. 

mingyu couldn’t stop looking at you. your hair up in a messy ponytail, wearing a cute workout set with just a pastel pink sports bra with tight-fitting compression shorts of the same color. you were so oblivious yet fucking obvious about how bad you wanted your friend to fuck you and he saw right through it. the way your skin would suddenly feel warm under his touch or how you’d hide the hitches in your breath whenever he was too close to you while he observes your workouts. as you were doing your set, he was behind you closing the gap between you two as he made sure you were feeling the burn in all the targeted muscles. as he lowered down to your level on the seat, your back brushed against his crotch and felt something huge and hard. “good girl, just one more and you’re done.” he whispered lowly in your ear as you exhaled when you let go of the bar in an upwards motion. 

as the two of you were helping each other finish workouts, he couldn’t help but gaze into your eyes with a hidden intent and leaned in for a kiss which made you set your dumbbells down on the floor with a loud thud booming through the room. it took you aback and you pulled away from the kiss, mingyu was shocked at your action and stared at you with wide eyes. “i’m sorry i couldn’t help it ever since that night i never stopped thinking about you.” he says, as you pulled him in closer and kissed him harder as your tongues became entangled. “jump,” he whispers as he starts to carry you. fuck, it was really hot seeing him take the lead and it made you weaker for him than ever before. he puts you down before you could even leave hickeys on his neck, “y/n, i’m not going to fuck you here, let me be a gentleman and take you back to my place,” he says with a mischievous smile, lips red and swollen from the steamy makeup session. 

both of you grabbed your things and went inside his car, the tension was hot and heavy as his hand were rubbing your thigh further riling you up while he drove through the quiet streets of the city with you weak and submissive under his touch.    it was something that set your insides on fire— seeing mingyu’s hand veins pop out from gripping the steering wheel hard resisting himself from pulling over and fucking you in the nearest empty parking lot he could find. as soon as the stoplight turned red, he looked over at you with a menacing smirk. “god, you just look so pretty and desperate for me, huh?”

you couldn’t help but be more turned on as you felt your core get wetter just because of his words and before you knew it, he was taking off your seatbelt for you and leaning in for a desperate kiss with his tongue exploring your mouth as if he had been waiting for this moment. “go in the backseat, now” he said in between breaths while still cupping your face, his usual kind and bright eyes, now filled with lust and a dominating gaze desperately telling you how bad he wanted this. as you made your way into the back, he followed suit and did not waste time taking off your bra showing off your huge boobs, its buds already hardened from the cold air. he smirked as you whined at how he took your nipples between his fingers and played with them, mingyu then sat you on his lap and felt his manhood through his sweatpants as you were just only left in your tight shorts that were clearly thin. “princess, you look so pretty like this. all naked and wet for daddy, huh?” he whispered as you began to grind your clothed pussy on his hard dick, just more wanting more from him. craving mingyu like he was the kind of drug you needed, so intoxicating yet so worth the risk. 

with lust-filled eyes, mingyu looked up at you and pulled you in for a rough kiss, tongues tied with one another. as he pulled away once more, he started to leave love bites all over your neck and chest not giving a fuck who sees it— all he knows is that you're his by day's end. his rough hands began to roam your body and unclasped your bra skillfully letting your huge tits be free. his mouth immediately latched onto your tit while his fingers began to rub the nipple in between the other one.

"fuck, daddy please i wanna feel you inside," you moaned. he just smirked as he began to flip you onto the backseat so he'd be on top of you. "patience, angel, good girls get to cum." he whispers through gritted teeth, grinding his hard cock on your pussy, still clothed yet the thong you wore hardly doing anything to cover the wetness. as mingyu goes down on you to take off your underwear, he leaves kisses on your stomach and hips, "god, you look so gorgeous fucked out for me, why didn't we fuck sooner?" he moans in between kisses. he inserts two of his fingers inside your dripping pussy, "so fucking tight for me, yeah, can't wait for my dick to be inside hm?"  he says as you could  just lose all sense of rationality with how good he is with his fingers. he then lowers his head down in between your thighs and eats you out, licking your clit as if he's a starved man. 

"daddy, please i'm so fucking close," you whine, tears of pleasure filling your eyes. mingyu proceeds to insert three of his fingers and fucked you faster with it, his long and thick digits began to curl inside, "you like being a slut for me yeah? who fucking owns you?" he moans, "you daddy, please.. gyu.. .more," you say as he coaxes you into your first orgasm. he takes out his fingers, your cum coating his fingers as he proudly licks and sucks them off with pride with a devilish smirk. "you taste so sweet, angel... " he says as you begin to claw at the waistband of his  sweatpants, desperate to feel his dick inside you. he smirks at how helpless you look and removes his bottoms along with his boxers, his hard, long dick standing in its full glory slapping against his chiseled abs,  as its girth makes you wonder how it could fit inside of you.

"will it fit, gyu?" you ask in a small voice. "oh, we'll make it fit, princess, i've prepped you enough yeah?" he begins to jack off his dick preparing to put it inside. "fuck, you look so small for me, all for me..so pretty spread out like this," he moans as he teases the tip of his dick in between your folds and slowly thrusts it inside of you. "fuck...my god gyu so fucking good, please...move," you whine as he begins to slowly move inside of you taking his sweet time to be inside of you. god knows how fucking long he waited to have you like this, you just looked so angelic and slutty under him, it took everything in him to not fill you to the brim with his cum right there. his hands tightly gripped your waist as he pounded into you faster, feeling how big he is inside, hitting the tip of your cervix. you put your arms around the nape of his neck as you pull him in for a passionate kiss, hands roaming around his toned upper back leaving scratches on it as your nails dig into its broad surface. 

you feel his thrusts get faster and deeper as he began to rub your clit helping you to also reach your second orgasm, "i'm fucking close baby, " he moans as his thrusts get sloppier. "cum..inside..me..it's okay,'m on the pill daddy"you whine out as you two feel each other's release, his cum mixed with yours dripping down your thighs. mingyu pulled out as he reached into the glovebox compartment for a box of tissue helping you clean up. "fuck...what just happened?" he asks, giggling. "we fucked," you laugh as he pulls you closer to him in the tight space with the steam-filled windows from the sex earlier. "so...i like you..a fucking lot," he starts as he begins to intertwine his fingers with yours and kisses your forehead, "yeah, i do too gyu," you smile as you pull him in closer for another kiss, this time full of love and gentleness. "let's go home and finish what we started, yeah?" he says while you two begin to get dressed up and drive back to his place for the night. 

[archie-sunshine]

I sketched your wonderful guy Meter with my OCs Pulldown (TFA OC) and Shatter Fang (Beast Wars OC), I hope that's alright! Meter was fun to draw!

OH MY GOODNESS!! LOOK AT MY LIL GUY!! he looks so adorable in your style thank you so much!!!!

a lot of people have been drawing meter and the general consensus seems to be that hes a lot of fun to draw, so im so glad ehehehe

[moonstruck-writing]

Gym Confessions [Shinobu Aizawa | Break My Case]

Title: Gym Confessions Pairing: Shinobu Aizawa x OC (self-insert) | Break My Case Rating: T C/Ws: body dysmorphia, insecurities, hurt/comfort, friends to ?, romantic confessions, first person pov, Shinobu and OC are gym buddies, self insert Summary: One day at the gym, I blurt out my insecurities to Shinobu. He tries to comfort me and ends up confessing something, too. Word count: 2.4k A/N: My first entry for the Learning to Love Myself Challenge created by @venulus 💕 this was a journey to write~ but you’ve convinced me of the appeal of self-inserts 🤭 thank you for hosting this Venus!! also wooo new fandom yay!!

Looking in the mirror was one of the things I hated the most about running in the gym. The way I felt, and the way I looked were two very different things, but somehow they always ended up influencing each other.

“You’re here!” I heard a voice coming from behind, and when I looked in the mirror, Shinobu was hopping onto the treadmill next to mine. “You’re earlier than usual.”

There was a reason for it. I didn’t dislike running, and it wasn’t that bad to have it as a warmup. But I absolutely hated running next to people. If I looked at them, I ended up comparing them, their form and speed, to mine. And I also saw how their eyes were always fixed on themselves. So, I ended up feeling like I had to do more, be better, and keep my eyes trained on my face. That was not an easy task.

“Hi, Shinobu.” I smiled at his reflection in the mirror, and he flashed a cheerful smile before starting the treadmill. When I looked back at my reflection, I saw the way my cheeks wiggled with each jump. I quickly looked away, fixing my gaze on one of the empty spaces in the gym that was reflected in the mirror.

I knew I only had a few minutes left, but they felt eternal.

“You’re full of energy today!” Shinobu had a towel around his neck when he joined me in the leg press machine. “I haven’t even seen you take a break at all.”

“I do when I change machines. I have to clean them and all.” I used my fingers to count how many reps I had left for the set.

He sat down next to the wall and took a sip from the water bottle he was holding.

“Are you in a time crunch or something?” He chuckled as I finished the set. When I moved to a different machine after quickly wiping that one, he followed me. “You know, your form has gotten so much better.”

“Has it?” I didn’t see much of a change.

“Yeah. I can tell you’re stronger.” He looked at my body, and his face lit up in a way I couldn’t understand.

“I haven’t seen any changes.” I looked away and hopped onto the lat pulldown machine, hoping to bring the conversation to an end. It’s not that I didn’t like having Shinobu distracting me. He was always the best distraction. But I didn’t like where the conversation was headed.

“Seen? Don’t you feel stronger?” He took off the towel from his shoulders and left it on top of his water bottle, next to the cable and pulleys. He started changing the rope attachments.

“I feel stronger.” Saying that while working out was not something I liked, because it always made me feel like I’d fuck up in the next five seconds. I pursed my lips, trying to focus on the exercise and my breathing. “I get less tired.” That’s something I preferred. “But I look exactly the same.” I regretted it the moment the words left my mouth. They were supposed to stay buried deep inside my mind.

“You don’t look exactly the same.” He briefly stopped his exercise to look over at me, as if he needed to make sure. That was more of an answer to me, than the words he had used.

“But I don’t look fit, either.” I felt anger bubble up inside me and stopped to adjust the weight in the machine.

Shinobu finished his set and patted his forehead with the towel. “What does it mean to look fit?” He hummed, thinking.

I felt my face and neck tensing up in a way exercise couldn’t do. That whole conversation was a mistake. I didn’t want to talk about it. I decided to focus on the exercise and pretend nothing had happened. But the words hung heavy on the air between us, even if it was so cold they could’ve flown away, carried by the AC.

“I don’t know.” I finally said when I was done. “Like those fitness influencers? Where people look at you and they know you exercise.” I got up and busied myself with cleaning. I didn’t want to see his face.

Shinobu played some more with the rope attachments before deciding he was done.

“If you didn’t know me, would you say I exercise?” He approached me after picking up his things from the floor.

When I looked at him, he had his head cocked to one side, and the shadow of a smile haunted his lips.

“Mm, probably not.” I knew now how wrong that first impression had been. He had a lean body and a thin build that could fool anyone. But behind that, he hid insane strength and stamina.

“And knowing what you know, would you say I’m fit?”

The hair escaped through my nose in a bitter laugh. I would never challenge him to anything physical. He was in perfect shape, and he knew it. He had to be, for his job at Aporia.

“What’s your point?” I didn’t want him to beat around the bush.

“Being fit is not a specific body type. Everybody is different and will look different with the same fitness level.” He tutted and exhaled, rubbing his chin. “I look nothing like Gucchi, and even with the same job, he looks nothing like me. He’s a muscle monster, and while that’s cool, I don’t need to be one. Not that I could, even if I tried.” He added with a laugh. “And the level of fitness, or strength, not everybody has to reach the same standards. Exercising is also about functionality. You don’t need the same abilities that I do in your daily life.” He passed the water bottle from one hand to another and drummed his fingers on it.

“But…” I trailed off, not knowing how to let this discomfort get into words. I already knew everything Shinobu said. I did. But somehow, it didn’t matter. “I want to look good.”

Shinobu chuckled, a half-laugh half-cough. Then, when he saw the seriousness in my face, which probably even had a tinge of sadness, his face paled.

“You don’t think you look good?” His voice was almost a whisper, but I managed to hear him through the background music.

“I mean, I still have all that fat and cellulite. And yet, somehow, my legs aren’t big enough.” I spat the words, feeling the hatred for my body taking hold of me like it was something that lived deep down inside and sometimes took control of me. “And my stomach… it’s… it’ll never look good.”

I wasn’t really saying those words to him. I was saying them to myself, he just happened to be there, to have been the one to propel them out of me. And now I felt empty and weak.

Shinobu took a hesitant step towards me, and I felt disgusted. I shouldn’t have put him in this position. I didn’t want his pity, either. I heard him take a sharp inhale, and the need to run tickled my limbs.

“It doesn’t matter. It’s stupid.” I tried to smile but my face only contracted into a grimace. “I’ll go get changed n—”

“No.” He interrupted while his hand wrapped around my elbow, effectively stopping me. “No, it does matter, and it’s not stupid.” His usually cheerful countenance was now darkened by the deep crease between his brows. “But it is not the truth.”

I swallowed, reluctance crawling into my skin. How dared he? From anything I could’ve hoped to hear him say, I didn’t want to be called a liar. I knew myself and my body better than anybody else. I had to look every day in the mirror. No one else did for me. I had to see how my clothes fit, how they hung loose in places while tight in others. It was ridiculous. He knew nothing.

“Let go.” The low and breathy whisper somehow came out dense enough to make him let go instantly. Before he could change his mind, I quickly left the room.

Taking off my sports clothes was somehow harder than any other day. Maybe it was the sweat, but it felt like my body was laughing at me.

When I was finally ready to leave the building, I found Shinobu waiting for me by the entrance.

“Hey,” he pushed off the wall and approached me. “I’m sorry about earlier.”

I clenched my teeth, wanting to say sorry too, but not finding the energy to do so.

“The last thing I want to do is be insensitive. You opened up, and I’m grateful for that.” He offered me a small smile, like a peace offering. “We’re still friends?”

I huffed jokingly, rolling my eyes. Even if I was hurting, I was not in so much pain that I’d push his kindness away.

“Of course. If you still want to be friends with someone like me.” I wanted it to come off as a light-hearted jab, but his face didn’t say the same.

“That, right there, I…” He mouthed, no sounds leaving his throat. “You’re awesome. Of course I want to be friends with you!” The frustration gushed out of his tone. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, his lips pressed into a tight line. When he opened his eyes again, I saw a glint of determination I had never seen before. “I was going to drop it, but honestly? I can’t.”

He suddenly started walking away, and I followed him in confusion. When we reached an empty bench in a less crowded part of the street, he sat down.

“I’m not mad at you, I want to make it clear.” But the softness in his voice would never have led me to even consider he was angry. “I just… I don’t understand.”

His pleading eyes followed me as I sat down next to him.

“You’re incredibly beautiful. And I’m not just saying that, I’ve felt it since we first met.” He played with the straps of his sports bag. “You’re so attractive. The way you dress, how you walk, your hair, your body…” He trailed off, his gaze lost in the space in front of us. “I’m only one guy, but I’m sure there are tons of people out there who see you and think the same. And of course, some people will have a different taste, and there’s social media and its standards, but honestly?” He turned to look me in the eyes. “I don’t know what happened, for you to not know, not be able to see just how incredible you are, and how good you look. Right now. Always.”

Something caught in my throat. Maybe the knife I almost swallowed, the knife that had been wounding me all this time. I could understand what Shinobu was saying, but it still didn’t undo everything else. That knife still existed, trying to tear through the deepest parts of me.

His lips parted in a shaky exhale, and he rubbed his head.

“Dang, does a guy need to out his secrets?” He crouched forward, hands on his knees. Then, he jerked back up again. “I’m not just saying this because I care about you, which I do. These are not empty words I could tell anyone. They are the truth. They are so real…” His eyes alternated between looking at my eyes and taking in my whole expression. “Okay, I’m attracted to you.” He exhaled, the shakiness contrasting with the confidence of his words. “I’m so attracted to you, you wouldn’t even believe it.” He chuckled. “I mean, clearly you don’t, or you didn’t, otherwise we wouldn’t be having this conversation.” He rubbed a hand through his face as if to refocus. “I am so attracted to you, you’re fucking perfect to me. And it hurts to hear you don’t see yourself like that. Because you are. That’s the only reality that exists. You’re gorgeous and hot, and every time I see you, I feel like a million butterflies will take me soaring into the sky.”

“And that thing about your legs, gosh…” He smiled quietly, almost bitterly. “You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about your legs. That time you wore shorts? I almost died. And it would’ve been a happy death.” His eyebrows raised as if he couldn’t believe he was really telling me all that. “And your tummy? Every time I catch the smallest glimpse of your skin when your T-shirt flutters, I swear…” He closed his mouth, swallowing visibly. “It is so dangerously…” He trailed off, looking down and suddenly shifting in his seat. When he looked at me again, something different flickered in his eyes.

“I don’t understand how you don’t like the way you look when it’s so good, I don’t just want to look at you. I want to touch you, too. And shower every bit of skin and flesh and muscle and bone with all the love and praise that they deserve, that you deserve.”

The silence between us was expectant, like the time between thunder and lightning. And I knew now, what it was that I had seen in his eyes. It was new and different, and I didn’t even know how I could recognise it, when nobody else had looked at me like that before.

It was adoration. So clear and simple, like it had always been there, like all along it belonged to me.

Something broke and resettled all at once in my chest. Like a piece of machinery in which the gears finally lined up correctly to make it function properly. Like it should’ve always been.

“I’ll change gyms if you don’t ever want to see me again after this.” His voice was so faint, it made me doubt if I hadn’t dreamed it all. “But I’m hoping we can still be friends?” His eyes searched mine with worry. “I didn’t want—”

“Thank you,” I interrupted, feeling the knife that had been nestled in my throat finally make its way out, by way of my tears. When they fell, I knew I wouldn’t be able to say anything else without sobbing uncontrollably. Instead, I took one of the hands that had been fiddling with his sports bag and held it between mine.

He squeezed back and used his other hand to guide my head to his shoulder.

There, hidden from the few passersby and cradled against his warmth, I felt like for the first time in a long, long time, I could finally breathe.

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A/N: This is my first time posting a self-ship, and I hope you could enjoy reading it, too! I’m still in the middle of the Sly Red chapter of the main story, but I couldn’t wait to write something for Shinobu <3

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#20 😍 love love love the idea of him getting ill at the gym because he works out too hard !!

It’s OC day today!  Here’s Jason working out a little too hard and making himself sick at the gym.  This is another one that lends itself to a pretty short story, so hopefully it still satisfies (Edit: It’s 1100 words.  I thought it was going to be like 700.)

Additionally, I hope this doesn’t feel too anxious or ED-related.  Suffice to say everyone at casa Deangeles-Carson has food/body issues even though Mike’s the only one with a diagnosis.  I can own up to this one and say it’s all me working through my shit in the form of OCs.

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Jason steps through the double doors, waving to his buddies and leaving the basketball court for the greater open space of the gym.  He breathes heavily and pauses to pick up a towel from a stack on a table against the wall.  He buries his face in the white terrycloth and wipes the sheen of sweat from his brow.

Jason’s already tired.  An hour of casual 3 on 3 is enough of a workout most days, but the high that comes from the physical activity and moderate social interaction has him inspired.  And so does his anxiety.

It’s the beginning of the holidays, the best time of the year.  Which is also the worst time.  School ramps up into finals, parents expect visits, shopping has to get done, and there’s not a square meal to be found because once-a-year holiday treats are around every corner.

Jason knows he’s a less-than-wholesome eater on the best of days, but he can’t help regretting the Halloween candy he’s still working through and cursing the Thanksgiving pies he knows will be shoved under his nose in a few weeks.  He may be svelte and muscular now, but that doesn’t take away the memories of being the chubby kid, perpetually juxtaposed to Mike’s beanpole-ish frame.

Usually a pop tart or a burger is cancelled out with a workout and that’s that.  But today Jason’s determined to balance his scales a little more in the direction of calorie burn, especially since he isn’t sure how many Reese’s cups he ate last night.  He heads for the inclined sit-up bench, illogically deciding that working abs will make him feel a little better about what he’s been putting in his stomach.

Jason works through sets of 20, crossing his arms over his chest and bringing them up to brush his thighs on every rep.  It’s a challenge to keep count, though.  His mind continues wandering to the next visit back home and what kinds of awful challenges it’ll bring.  He’s sure his parents will waste most of their criticism on Mike, which will leave him feeling safe and guilty.  But a joke about him finally gaining the freshman 15 in his sophomore year is definitely an unwelcome possibility if he doesn’t keep up his fitness through the season.

When his abdominals are burning, Jason moves onto chest press, leg press, lat pulldown, and seated row.  He doesn’t have a plan like arm day or leg day, he just wants to do as much as possible in the time he has before class.

His arms feel heavy and shaky when Jason finishes on the rowing machine.  He stays perched on the small seat, mopping his face and the back of his neck.  A slight tremor is sinking into his muscles, denoting that he’s thoroughly worked out.

Jason checks his watch.  It’s almost 10 in the morning.  His first class isn’t until 11:00, and since he’s already on campus, there’s still plenty of time to spend in the gym.  Especially if he forgoes a shower and just opts for a dry shirt and Old Spice.

There’s a free treadmill in the bank of machines up by the gym’s large front windows.  A little cardio cooldown seems like the perfect end to today’s session.  Jason leaves his towel draped around his neck and hops toward it.  He presses the illuminated buttons on the treadmill’s dashboard, starting at a brisk walk and working up into an easy jog.

Outside, the sprawling campus glows in the morning sunlight.  Trees are beginning to molt to their naked winter forms; crunchy leaves drift to the grass while brightly colored ones still cling to finger-like branches.  Jason spins through a few ideas in his head, wondering if it would be too kitschy to use something with imagery about the seasonal change in his next creative writing assignment.

He ticks up the speed on the treadmill to a quicker jog, then to a run.  Just for five minutes, he tells himself.  Then he’ll truly take a cooldown.  A leisurely walking pace for a while to let himself really get his breath back.  Just not quite yet.

Minute one is fine.  Minute two brings a fresh wash of lactic acid into Jason’s legs.  By minute three there’s pressure creeping into his shoulders.  And it washes through his chest and throat during minute four.

Before the ascending timer shows the completion of minute five, the dashboard before Jason starts to blur.  His head seems heavier on one side than the other, and the feeling that his insides are rising up within his core is pronounced.  The idea that this is not good forms at the front of his foggy brain, and he fumbles for the emergency stop button.

Jason isn’t sure what he’s pressing, and it takes a few tries before the treadmill belt begins to slow under his feet.  He’s already bolting before it comes to a complete stop, and the rising nausea is impossible to swallow.  Dizziness makes it a challenge to track where he’s going, but luckily there’s a trash can only a few feet away.

Jason heaves hard, hoping no one is staring at him, but knowing everyone has to be.  He’s so shaky he almost can’t feel his limbs or his face.  The first gag brings only spit, but the second pulls up an arsenal of water and breakfast cereal and candy and dinner and god knows what else he’s eaten and not digested over the past day and a half.

“Hey, you ok, man?”  The flash of a neon yellow t-shirt in Jason’s peripheral vision tells him it’s one of the gym’s staff coming to check on him.

“Ugh.  Yeah,” Jason chokes, coughing a couple times.  “Just probably a little much…”  Vertigo swells and he feels himself swaying on his feet.

“Here, sit down for a second.”  The personal trainer puts an arm around Jason’s back and lowers him to the scratchy carpet, pushing his head down between his bent legs.

A chill runs through Jason’s body, and a second later, his cheeks burn with mortified frustration.  “I’m fine, really,” he says, trying to scramble back to his feet.

“Hold on, give it a minute,” the trainer says.  He keeps a hand on Jason, oddly steady against Jason’s shaking body.

He does, giving in to the embarrassment and breathing in the rubbery scent of the carpet and the saltiness of his own sweat.

“Stay put while I get you a Gatorade,” the trainer instructs.  “Then you can try to stand up.”

Jason nods into his knees, increasing the dizziness still swinging around his temples.  God, he’s dumb.  And now he’s probably going to be late for class.  But at this rate, schoolwork is becoming the least of his worries.

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Elle / un film réalisé par Paul Verhoeven ; Saïd Ben Saïd et Michel Merkt presentent une coproduction franco-allemande SBS Productions, Twenty Twenty Vision Filmproduktion, France 2 Cinema, Entre Chien et Loup ; avec la participation de Canal+, France Televisions, OCS ; scénario de David Birke. (OCLC #967728402)

Thanks to Joel Hahn for this lovely new Connexion macro for adding common 34X fields for materials like DVD and Blu-Ray, audio CDs, VHS, records, large print, and playaway. I just selected the appropriate options from the pulldowns, and quickly added these fields that I used to look up when I needed them:

340 ǂb 4 3/4 in. ǂ2 rda 344 digital ǂb optical ǂg stereo ǂh Dolby digital 5.1 ǂ2 rda 346 ǂb PAL ǂ2 rda 347 video file ǂb DVD video ǂe region 2

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I don't draw my Transformers: Animated OCs enough

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All my bros in one place as I ride out depression

(I have so many MLP OCs also)