#please get rid of the damn bots

[zkootza]

i hope that none of the people who follow and have women as their pfp arent real people. because anytime i see a new follower with a woman as a pfp i immediately block them-

[docsoul]

I blocked a real account that followed me because I thought it was a bot.

[comorianqiqi]

[nightingaelic]

How about fallout 4 companions reacting to sole who is a young teen but they never knew until they took off their mask?

The metropolitan ruins of the Commonwealth had one advantage that the wider wasteland didn't have - plenty of places to hide. It was sometimes safer for travelers to duck between the urban canyons of the bygone world, pick their way through its shadowy rubble on the way to caps or glory, squeeze between crumbling walls when danger pursued them. It was commonplace to say "the ruins swallowed them" when someone on a trip went missing, and "Boston spat them out again" if and when they finally emerged.

The sole survivor was damn good at this. In fact, they were nearly as much of a phantom as the Silver Shroud, appearing at the strangest times in the most unlikely places, and disappearing again just as fast. Some Goodneighbor ghouls even took to calling them the Shroud, whenever they stalked into town like a feral cat. It didn't do them any favors that they always wore a hood over a gas mask, jumped at sudden noises and refused to let anyone close to them. It earned them odd looks, and glances of curiosity, exasperation, and sympathy for those they shared their road with.

Their companion had assumed some of this was normal vault dweller behavior, as many vault dwellers were ill at ease without a roof over their heads, but things fell into place one hot day in the summer. The shoreline was sweltering under the sun, stinking of algae and flotsam, and finally even the sole survivor had had enough. They threw their hood back, unbuckled their gas mask, and emerged the picture of tragic youth: Tired eyes in a full face, blinking in the unfamiliar harshness of the light.

They caught sight of their companion's realization and lifted their chin up. "Don't start," they said.

Cait: "Oh, hell." Cait sucked a breath in through her teeth. "You'd better start explaining some things fast, little chicken."

"No idea what you're talking about, Cait."

They tried to keep walking, but Cait grabbed their shoulder and spun them around. "You waltzed into the Combat Zone all by yourself? Took on my contract, thought you'd just tell a grown woman what to do with her time?"

"I did in all the raiders, didn't I?" The sole survivor shook her off. "And taking on your contract wasn't my idea. Tommy couldn't wait to get rid of you."

"Why, you little..." Cait balled her hands into fists. "Don't make this about me. You think you're a big shot, walking around the Commonwealth like you own the place? I'm taking you back to Goodneighbor, and then you and I are through."

"And you'll go back to the Combat Zone? Please." The sole survivor put their hands on their hips. "You'll get bored, and then you'll come looking for me again. I guarantee it."

Codsworth: Codsworth tapped his claw and flamer arms together anxiously. "Are you sure it's safe? I know this beach looks deserted, but you never know just who might turn up."

"Relax, Codsworth," the sole survivor replied. "I'll put it back on if we see anyone. It's just too hot to keep it on for the whole day."

"I shall keep an eye out." Codsworth rotated two of his eye stalks around to cover all directions. "Do you recognize this beach? I believe we visited it before the bombs fell, once or twice."

"It's changed." The sole survivor stooped down to pick up an empty mussel shell. "More junk, obviously, but it's wilder than it used to be. Like the ocean's reclaiming it. I wonder if anything valuable ever washes up."

"Perhaps we can ask Sturges to build you a metal detector," Codsworth suggested.

"Maybe." The sole survivor smiled at the bot. "Or maybe he can show me how to build one, myself."

"A fine idea."

Curie: Curie gasped. "Quoi!? You never said you were so young."

"On purpose," the sole survivor grumbled.

"This is nothing to conceal." Curie took their face in their hands. "I... I suppose I can understand why you have done this, but you shouldn't hide such things from me. I thought we took care of each other."

"We do!" The sole survivor gently pried themselves away. "That wasn't what I was worried might change. It was the how of it. People... people get protective of me, and they don't need to be."

"Mon chou." Curie smiled down at them. "Of course they are. You are still small, and in this world, this is a rare thing."

"Well, that doesn't matter." The sole survivor unshouldered their pack and sank down to sit in the sand. "Everything that happened to me in the vault still happened."

Curie sat down next to them. "Yes. Je suis - I am sorry. What you have been through is too much."

Paladin Danse: "How-" Danse shook his head. "You... impossible."

"No, it's really me." The sole survivor sighed. "Here we go."

Danse started in. "Why didn't you disclose this at our first encounter? Why were you drawn into a fight with ferals in the first place? How did you manage to conceal this from Scribe Haylen, when she checked you over?"

"I didn't know who you were, I was hoping to get some supplies out of the ordeal, and I told her I had stunted growth thanks to being frozen and malnourished," the sole survivor counted off on their fingers. "What else?"

Danse's eyes blazed. "Was any of it true? The vault, the Minutemen, your search for the Institute?"

"Yep, all of that's true." They met his gaze and frowned. "Unfortunately."

The Paladin's anger and suspicion abated somewhat. "I... that's... my apologies. I thought you and I had an understanding, when it came to being forthcoming. I was honest with you."

"You were, and we do." The sole survivor tapped their fingers once more before letting their hands fall to their sides. "I thought you might refuse to talk to me again, if you ever found out. So I didn't say anything."

The answer caught Danse by surprise, and he chuckled. "Why would you ever think that, soldier?"

Deacon: Deacon shut his gaping mouth and pressed his lips together tightly.

"That's right," the sole survivor said, their voice smug.

They continued down the beach a ways together, and pretty soon Deacon's silence began to bother the sole survivor. They kept glancing over at him, like they expected him to start spouting his opinions at any second. Finally, they drew up short by a rickety dock and got directly in his way. "Say something," they demanded.

"There is literally nothing I can say that will top you revealing yourself as a teenager," Deacon replied. "Seriously, my hat's off to you. I wish I'd thought of that, first."

Dogmeat: Dogmeat gave them a hesitant whine, so the sole survivor stuck their hand out. The German shepherd sniffed it over carefully before deciding they were still the person he had attached himself to at the Red Rocket Station, and he came away with his tongue lolling.

"Good dog," the sole survivor praised. "I know I never take it off, but I think we're safe here. Let's keep going."

Mayor John Hancock: Hancock blinked, and then kept blinking. "Did I get a bad batch?" he muttered, partially to himself. "You look like you're aging backwards."

"I promise I'm aging in the same direction as everyone else," the sole survivor assured him. "And technically I'm 220-some years old, so I've got you beat for sure."

"Oh, that can't be right." Hancock squinted and walked a little circle around them. "You're just a kid. Huh."

"Problem?"

"No. Maybe." Hancock sighed and took his hat off to scratch his head. "We get younger than you out and about on their lonesome in Goodneighbor sometimes, but that doesn't mean the wasteland's a kind place to them. My miscreant half is telling me you'll be fine, but my responsible mayoral half is saying we should go back."

The sole survivor crossed their arms. "And what about your fun half?"

Hancock grinned and plopped his hat on their head. "That half's just impressed. You're a real survivor, kid."

Robert Joseph MacCready: "Oh, I'm gonna start." MacCready tipped his hat back and rubbed his face. "You can't be older than what, 12? 13? What are you doing running around without someone to keep an eye on you?"

"You're here, aren't you?"

"You hired me." MacCready felt around his pockets for his caps. "You hired... how the hell did you scrape together 250 caps?"

"Does it matter? I paid your fee, you're here now." The sole survivor scowled. "The job doesn't change just because I'm younger than you thought I was."

"Yes it does," MacCready argued. "Not only are you a vault dweller, you're a kid who doesn't know what they're doing even without factoring in everything that's trying to kill you on the road. Trust me, I grew up in that life. And don't even get me started about how stubborn kids are in thinking they know everything."

"I know I don't know everything, that's why I hired you!" The sole survivor threw their hands up in exasperation. "It was either keep wandering around alone, or hire someone who knows how this world works. Why are you acting like I'm crazy?"

"You're 13. Every 13-year-old is a little crazy." MacCready pinched the bridge of his nose. "I can't believe this. Hancock and Daisy are never gonna let me live this one down."

Nick Valentine: "Aw, kid." Nick's eyes dimmed slightly, his telltale sign of mournful contemplation. "You're the saddest thing I've ever seen."

"That's a huge compliment coming from you," the sole survivor retorted, smirking halfheartedly. "Gonna try to take me back to the office?"

Nick surveyed the beach. "Eventually, maybe. Right now we're okay. If a mirelurk queen pops up though, you and I are gone."

"Well that's a given." The sole survivor's smile widened a little. "You never realized?"

"You spun me quite the story when you came asking for help," Nick replied. "Masterful misdirection. Now that I think of it though, Ellie mentioned something about how you seemed more naive than the average vault dweller. I really should give her a raise."

"You should." The sole survivor sighed. "Come on. I'll tell you the whole story while we're waiting for that mirelurk queen to notice us, if you want to hear it."

Nick offered them his hand. The sole survivor studied the detective for a moment before taking it. "Well hop to it," the old synth said with a smile. "I'm on tenterhooks."

Piper Wright: "You can't be any older than Nat," Piper breathed. "How did... never mind. We're heading back to Diamond City, now."

"No we are not." The sole survivor planted their feet in the sand. "I have things to do up the coast, and I'm not going back until they're done. You can go if you want, but I won't be going with you."

"Oh yes you will be." Piper seized their wrist and held it up. "I'm already responsible for one preteen, and the only way I get any sleep is if I know she's safe inside the Wall. I don't need your sudden death to mirelurks on my conscience, Blue."

The sole survivor twisted their arm loose and took a few steps back. "So don't let the mirelurks get me."

Piper lunged to grab them, but they darted around her arms and took off down the beach. "Get back here!" the reporter yelled, taking off after them.

Preston Garvey: Preston's eyes had gone as wide as the brim of his hat. "I made you the general," he blurted out.

"You did." The sole survivor shook their head. "I told you not to."

"But you didn't tell me why!" Preston put his hands up, overwhelmed. He turned back and forth on the sand, unsure of where to start. "The Abernathy farm, Tenpines, the Corvega factory... Christ, the deathclaw at the museum... how?!?"

The sole survivor looked just as bewildered as him. "Luck?"

"This can't be happening." Preston ran a hand over his face. "I've got... I've got to tell... wait, does Sturges know? Does anyone - does Mama Murphy know? Because if they knew and didn't tell me, we're gonna have a big problem."

"Breathe," the sole survivor advised him. "Are you mad at me?"

"No - yes - I don't know!" Preston hit the sand with a thump and wracked his brains. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Well at first I was scared." The sole survivor sat down next to him. "And then I worried it would send you into a crisis, like the one you're in the middle of. But this had to happen at some point."

Strong: Strong snorted. "Puny human."

"Hey." The sole survivor pointed up at him with a stern look. "I said don't start, and I meant it."

"Tiny!" Strong roared with laughter, holding his belly. "Too little. Need to drink milk."

The sole survivor rolled their eyes. "Yeah, that's what Preston said, too. Good for my bones, or something."

X6-88: "You appear to be of an insufficient age to be traveling the wasteland alone," X6-88 replied.

"But I'm not traveling alone, I'm with you."

"I am a relatively recent addition." X6-88 placed a hand on their shoulder. "Standby for relay."

"No!" The sole survivor ducked out of his grip and stood their ground breathlessly. "You have to do what I tell you to, right? Don't take me back down there. Something's off about that place."

"My mission is to protect you," X6-88 said. "Institute protocol states that children are not permitted to leave the facility until they are of a certain age. You do not appear to meet the requirements, and therefore my mission necessitates our return."

The sole survivor took off running, meandering a bit in the wet sand. X6-88 gave pursuit, easily outpacing them despite the heat. He locked an arm around their waist and ignored their struggling while he tried to call in the relay request again.

"Stop!" the sole survivor shrieked. "I'm not safe down there, X6-88!"

The Courser paused his communication attempt. "Explain."

BONUS!

Ada: "I was just thinking it was a wise decision to cover your face," Ada replied. "Not everyone you meet in the wasteland can be trusted."

"R... right." The sole survivor hung the gas mask from their belt and nodded. "You live and die by first impressions, out here. Especially if you're my age."

"May I ask why you concealed your age from me?" Ada inquired. "We are relatively recent partners, but our mission to find the Mechanist and help the Commonwealth is still the same."

"I don't know. Adults get weird around me." The sole survivor shrugged. "I guess I view you as an adult, thanks to your voice module. How old are you, Ada?"

"That question does not have a simple answer." Ada indicated her frame's various parts. "My components are largely from pre-war robots, but the fastenings and hardware holding me together are varied. I was assembled in my current form about seven years ago, but I have gone through a few upgrades since."

The sole survivor giggled. "So in one way, you're as old as me, maybe even older, but in another, I'm older than you. I like that."

Porter Gage: Gage swallowed his surprise and raised an eyebrow at them. "Didn't say nothing, Overboss."

"But you're thinking it." The sole survivor rounded on him. "I'm small, but I'm dangerous. The gangs all know it. You know it."

"Sure," Gage agreed. Internally, his mind raced. Did any of the gang leaders know? Had Colter known? How the hell was he going to salvage this?

"There it is." The sole survivor shoved their weapon up against his chest. "Second thoughts, Gage?"

"Well can you blame me?" Gage shot back. "Here I am, thinking I've finally got someone with their head on straight who's still scary enough to keep Nuka-World in line, and you're not even tall enough to ride some of the rollercoasters in the park. What do you want me to think, huh?"

The sole survivor pushed him back a step. "I survived the Gauntlet, the Galactic Zone, and the fucking Safari Adventure. Think about that before you start panicking, bloodworm."

Old Longfellow: "Frolicking fog crawlers." Longfellow spat out the drink of water he'd just taken and re-screwed the top on his canteen. "You're just a kid."

"And?" The sole survivor crossed their arms. "I can still out-shoot you, grandpa."

"Cannot. Look, you've got arms skinnier than bloodbug's."

They stuck their tongue out at him. "At least I don't need to be half a bottle deep in bourbon just to get out of bed in the fucking morning."

"You watch your mouth," Longfellow warned them, wagging his finger. "Didn't anyone teach you to respect your elders?"

"Sure, but you need to be respectable, first."

Longfellow roared with laughter and clapped them on the shoulder. "Not bad, kid. Not bad. You're alright. Course, we can't go looking for Shipbreaker until you grow another foot or two. Come on, let's go."

The sole survivor ducked out of his grasp and shook their head. "Uh-uh. You promised me shrimp for dinner, and I'm not going back to Far Harbor without one."

Elder Arthur Maxson: Maxson stared at them, dismay and fury building in his chest. They had deceived him, deceived Paladin Danse, deceived all of the officers and put themselves and his soldiers in harm's way. Brotherhood law dictated that a betrayal of this magnitude warranted punishment. At the very least, a stripping of rank and removal of duties.

The sole survivor stared back at him, defiant. "Well?"

Suddenly, Maxson was looking at himself. A child thrust into an unwanted role, set upon enemy troops and deathclaws and super mutants well before they were ready to do so. He loosened his fists, took a few deep breaths, and wondered if Elder Owyn Lyons or his daughter Sarah had looked at him in the same way.

"At ease," he murmured, taking a step back. "It appears... we have things to discuss, Knight."

Desdemona: Desdemona looked them over with the air of a disappointed manager. "I didn't say anything."

"You're going to." The sole survivor put their hood back up and scowled. "Something about not accepting agents unless they're at least 16."

"At least 17."

"Whatever." The sole survivor dug their boot into the sand and unearthed a piece of driftwood. "What does it matter? We have the same enemies. I'm going after them whether I'm in the Railroad or not."

Desdemona said nothing. She didn't doubt their words - plenty of people sought revenge on the Institute without the Railroad's help - but she couldn't help but recall the laundry list of missions she'd sent them on since they had tracked her down. Raider dens, known synth reconnaissance locations, even a deathclaw nest. Something in her chest clenched tight, and she closed her eyes.

"Tell me the truth," she said, trying to shut out the sound of the ocean surf so she could focus on them. "If you take away the years in cryo, how old are you?"

The answer took a few moments. "I'm 15," the sole survivor insisted. "Almost. In about a month."

Desdemona frowned, then shook her head. "We're going back to HQ. You can make your case to the rest of the agents there."

"Make my-?"

"You're too young to be working with us at all, but you know too much now not to be involved." Desdemona turned away. "I can't make this kind of decision by myself. Let's go."

[divinegrey]

VALORANT VOICELINE HEADCANONS, PT. 2

JETT, KILLJOY, NEON

welcome to part 2 of the headcanons! i hope everyone had a wonderful thanksgiving (if you celebrate it, but fuck christopher columbus) and to the rest who don't, i love you all. onward!

warnings: game accurate references to violence

JETT

Match Start — "Oh, we've got you and I on the same team? This'll be a breeze! Let's get 'em!"

Round Start — "Don't get lost in my dust!" OR — "They're toast! Let's smoke them out!"

Commend — "With you on our side, we're definitely winning. Keep it up!"

You Clutch — "Woo! Show them how it's done, babe!"

You Successfully Defuse — "Faster than the wind! You had it in the bag from the start!"

You Get Resurrected — "Phew! We lost you for a second there. Next time, let me take the bullets, yeah?"

You Get Match MVP — "Damn! Gotta try harder next time to keep up with you!"

KILLJOY

Match Start — "Two geniuses on the same side. They have no idea what's coming for them!"

Round Start — "I'll protect you! Just... from all the way back here. Don't get trapped by my bots." OR — "Take one of my swarm grenades with you! Just don't push the red button. That causes it to immediately explode."

Commend — "Easy! They're trying so hard to win, but you keep striking them down! Keep at it!"

You Clutch — "That was an ingenious strategy move! Good thing I caught it on tape! What? My turret has a camera for a reason!"

You Ace — "I should've predicted this! Wonderful performance!"

You Kill Your Omega Counterpart — "Ha ha! We all know you're the better one anyway!"

You Get Resurrected — "Meine liebe? Oh, thank goodness! Please, next time, let me protect you!"

NEON

Match Start — "I've got the speed, you've got the brains. I'll keep you safe!"

Round Start — "So! You, me, dinner date after we get rid of these bozos? I've got some mean adobo I want to make for you!"

You Kill Neon's Omega Counterpart — "Whoa! Guess she wasn't prepared for you! Can't say I won't miss her."

You Successfully Defuse — "Guess all those tricks I've been showing ya have worked! What can I say, fast fingers make for quick defuses!"

You Assist on Neon's Kill — "Thanks for the help, mahal! Now go get 'em!"

You Ace — "I thought I was the one who moved fast! Guess I gotta keep up to you now!"

Match Won — "Finally! You did great, mahal! Race you back to the Vulture!" OR — "That was easy. Guess they gave up when they saw you and I against them. Let's get some grub! I'm hungry!"

~~~~~ A/N: thanks for reading! I'll finish up the rest of the valorant ladies soon! If you want me to do the men as well, be sure to tell me who in my inbox (i know it says it's closed, but do it anyway!)

[fandomfangirl23]

CAN THIS FUCKING STOP PLEASE!? 9 OF THESE IN 2 FUCKING DAYS! If you are not a bot and wanna follow me, send me a message so I don't accidentally block you! I'm so tired of this. @staff You need to get on getting rid of these damn bots.

[petitelepus]

Ok I’ve been thinking about this for a while but what are sari and bots reaction to meeting Isaac business partner? She is always so serious, strict, and a clean freak. She looks young too because she looks to be a teenager and due to her petite high (5’3) but she either in her twenties or 18. She sometimes watch over sari but it’s really boring in sari option because she teaches her, make her clean everything, basically having her do her schedule she had made for her. But when the day came when sari had to move out of her home, she was waiting in Isaac chair while glaring at Powell and that other guy? (Is that his name? Forgot both of their names) and acted like a total badass! Not giving a shit about what they were saying and pointing out the crimes they have made (I tell ya what kinda crimes they attempted cuz i think it’s a lot more than that lol) but when Powell protested and both men threatened her, she did this https://youtu.be/CDJH7S4xSvA (low key deserved that lol and it’s based on that character X3)

You came from a very poor family with even fewer chances of making it out there in the world. Isaac Sumdac took you in when you were at your worst and helped you, taught you, and nurtured you into the person you were today.

The man had a heart made out of gold, but God he could be gullible. It was up to you to harden your heart and watch after this man who took you in when he wouldn't be able to watch after himself.

He swears he didn't teach you to become so cold but you insisted that it was needed to ensure the company's safe future.

Isaac was like an older brother to you so that made Sari your niece. You admit, you were a little cold and maybe that is why Sari so much liked to push your buttons or prank you, but you never hated her.

Of course, besides Isaac, you were the only one that knew about Sari's interesting past and birth.

But of course, he had his secrets he kept even from you... Like that huge robot head that turned out to be evil.

So when your business partner, friend, and brother went lost, you tried to keep the imperium he had built from shattering or worst, twisting into something he wouldn't recognize anymore when he would return.

Isaac had put his foot down that he would never manufacture weapons and you stuck to his words even when that sleazy Powell so smugly took over the business and cast you aside.

"Your services are no longer needed here." The man had said as he made his way to the chief's desk and made himself comfortable on the chair.

"I swear, if you do anything to hurt Sari or this business then I'm coming after you...!" You warned him, but the man had the nerve to laugh at you.

"Please, the girl has already been disposed of and it's just a matter of time before I can get rid of you also. Then nothing and now no one can stop me!"

You never wanted to punch someone so badly, and even more when you heard what he had done to Isaac's daughter, you were furious.

Taking over the company was one thing, but kicking your brother's own daughter out of her own home was outrageous!

"You son of a-!" You grabbed him and were about to punch him when he suddenly yelled, "Help! Someone, help, she has lost her mind!"

The doors to the office slammed open and some big goons, who no doubt belonged to Powell, rushed in and pulled you away from the businessman.

"Throw her out. She no longer works for the corporation."

You were hissing like a venomous snake as you were escorted out. Damn man, he had baited you and you had fallen for his trap like an idiot.

Soon you were there again, on the streets in the middle of a rainy night, but things were different now. It was your job to help your brother now and your niece. You took off your high heels and rushed to the Autobot base where Sari was with the hero Bots.

"A- Auntie?" Sari blinked as she got up and walked to you, "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at Sumdac Tower?"

"I... No longer work there." You said and Sari frowned, "They threw me out..."

"I know... I'm so sorry Sari, I tried-!"

"Why there aren't any documents of me? Shouldn't there be something? Do I not exist? Am I... Am I even real?" She thought out loud as tears rose to her eyes and you felt your heart shatter.

It wasn't your job or right to tell her... So gently, you picked her up and hugged her close to your body.

"You are real. You're Sari Sumdac, daughter of Isaac Sumdac and my niece." You said as you pulled back and smiled sadly at her, "I have an apartment with an extra room if you want to come to live with me until we find your dad?"

"Wait, really?" Sari was dumbfounded. You had invited her over once and stopped there when she had declined, saying that it wouldn't be fun with a neat freak like you.

You smiled as you nodded again. "You can decorate it any way you want!"

"That's so kind!" Sari cheered as he jumped and hugged you, startling you since you weren't used to being touched like that... But then she pulled apart and shook her head.

"While I am thankful for your offer, I want to stay with Autobots." The young girl said as she glanced at her huge friends over her shoulder. "I think together we can find my dad!"

"I see." You nodded as you got up on your feet and started to straighten your suit and fix your appearance. You must have looked awful, running through the city in the rain without an umbrella.

"You have really grown into a fine young lady." You smiled at Sari, who wasn't used to hearing you compliment her or anyone really. It made her smile.

You looked at Autobots and nodded as you took out the stack of your business cards from inside your jacket and offered the dryest to the Autobot leader Optimus Prime.

"I trust her safety to you." You said and turned to address Sari one more time, "Don't worry, I'll come to visit you every day and I won't stop looking for your father."

"Auntie...!" Sari was amazed and you smiled as you turned to leave, but a sneeze caught you off guard. That's what you get for running in the rain.

"Uh, may I offer you a ride to your home?" Big green Bot, Bulkhead asked and you nodded, "If you are so kind?"

[marshmallowprotection]

Now, Saeyoung Choi is my soulmate (no offense), but I can understand why Vanderwood gets upset when he procrastinates or doesn't listen. Co-workers who do Not communicate clearly are currently the bane of my existence.

In Vanderwood's defense, their lives are on the line. The hammer is thrown every time they don't do their work fast enough to please the bosses and the clients. Vanderwood is the one with the gun against their head and warns Saeyoung multiple times that this shit needs to get done or it's their heads that will roll, not the target. In some ways, I think they're taking the heat first because they're in charge of what Saeyoung does. They're supposed to be his mentor and partner, but mainly his lead that makes sure that he follows orders.

If a certain procrastinator decides that he wants to spend all of his time making a robot dog that breathes fire instead of running a case that involves getting rid of someone in high power... well, you can see why Vanderwood is pissed off all the time. Personally, I think most of the procrastination that comes from Saeyoung isn't simply a fact that happens because he's bored or lazy.

I genuinely think that he puts off so many of his projects because he knows that someone bad is going to win from this. He purposefully is making it harder on people to win after they put dirty money into the agency to succeed. It seems like something he would do because he definitely doesn't agree with most of the work projects that are given to him.

With Saejoong Choi implying in the After Ending that people like him pay into agencies for dirty work, I can only assume that it's someone like Saeyoung who has to look at that and either turn their head away or stomach whatever awful thing they gotta do. Most of them likely do turn their head away, knowing that agents value saving their asses and livelihood more than caring about the morality of all these things they do.

Vanderwood doesn't care about morality. They do whatever it takes to stay alive. Whereas, Saeyoung only went into this thinking that it would protect his brother... and if he wants to do that, you know he's damn determined to make sure that the world is a good place, trying to minimize as much of these shady people's dealings as he can. The chance of him being able to stop it is low, but he can minimize and it is one way he bites back and rebels against the agency.

Make note: He only started to procrastinate AFTER Rika showed him proof that Saeran was okay. So, he started to change his tune and the way he reacted to things knowing Saeran was as "Happy" and "Safe" as he could be. Vanderwood is the one that tells us that, given that it was annoying for them after Saeyoung transformed from "quiet and does his fucking work" to "masking and building procrastination bots that try to kill me."

But, in a true workplace, you know, the ones that aren't built on life or death? People need to communicate with each other and find means to get things done in a way that works. Make the adjustments, add accommodations for people, and talk to each other. That's the key to making a truly welcoming place to work that allows workers to feel understood and respected, instead of begotten and ignored by the management and their co-workers.

May Saeyoung lend you his fire-breathing dog.

[will-on-the-internet]

@staff @staff @support hey, can you do something about the influx of porn bots please? It’s damn annoying and I’ve had like 100 follow me in the last week.

You wanna make this site a happier, safer, more welcoming place? Get rid of the bots.

[medical-jet-troubles]

//Me: *minding my own business*

Tumblr: *gives notification*

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[sketch-mer-6195]

Yo, can someone inform me about this

TUMBLR IS SHUTTING DOWN

business cause my best friend and I are like. "Is this for real or is this bs?"

So far, I'm seeing more that staff is being cut and they are removing features. Please for the love of all that is Primus, remove Tumblr Live! And get rid of the bots. And yes, I'm blaming those from Twitter cause before Musk took over none of us had issues with those damn porn bots.

I know I ain't the only one who is thinking this.

[hayleykiyopioids]

oh my good lord i hate my job so much dudes

hello to the 4 real people that follow me, and all the bots i haven't had the energy to block yet! i need like 5 minutes to talk shit about my job, so if that's not your vibe tonight please feel free to just not read this shit because this is the last corner of the internet that's blessed with anonymity and i would like to scream into the ether without consequence <3

so i'm the entire IT department for a shitty little car dealership in Almost The Middle Of Nowhere, USA and like maybe 6 out of the 50 people that work there have more than one single brain cell. there is so much crap in that building that only i know about, and i'm at the end of my Got Damn rope guys.

the GM of this dealership is the dumbest and laziest man in this building, and every 3 months or so he decides to go on some kind of fucking crusade to try and convince everyone else he does something around there. probably every other crusade, i end up a fucking target because he can't comprehend a single thing i do on any given day.

i very seriously need you to understand that i have never received an email from this man that wasn't a paragraph of a run on sentence. i had to teach this man how to upload photos to the vehicle auction site that i don't even have access to. this man does not know a single policy in the building, he has never filled out a single form correctly, and is constantly losing Important Documents with enough sensitive information that someone's whole identity could get stolen! almost every single decision he makes on a given day costs the dealership money and somehow still screws the customers over! but for some fucking reason the owner trusts his word like fucking gospel. this man is going to run the dealership into the ground, and he does not give one single shit

that's all just kind of background info so the actual thing i want to complain about makes some kind of sense. today was the day the GM decided to open up another crusade, and i got caught up in it for pretty much no damn reason.

we have this storage area we call the loft. it's a fairly small second floor type thing, that once upon a time someone built out of plywood and 2x4s. it's ugly, it's dusty, it's probably not even all that safe, and it's a dumping ground for all the crap we don't have space for anywhere else. this space has been a disorganized shit show for the last two and a half years.

well, the parts department is packed at the seams, and the only real solution to this is to put more shelves up in the loft. the GM was up in there, and decided to get pissed at me and the accounting department, and the "marketing" department for not keeping our shit up there organized.

THING IS: THE MESS UP THERE IS NOT OUR FAULT!

half the crap up there belongs to detail and service, and another quarter of it is paperwork that our state requires us to keep paper records of for a number of years before it can be sent to be shredded for customer privacy

half of the IT stuff that the GM found up there can't possibly be pinned on me. a lot of it was up there in unmarked boxes, and has been there since well before I started working here. how are you going to be mad at me for not going through UNMARKED BOXES in a space that is famously everyone's dumping ground?

everything that was in an unmarked box was also special shit from other departments! even if i knew it was there, it would not have been my call to get rid of old credit card readers and check scanners. that shit has never been on me, it's been on the departments who use those things.

the other half of the IT stuff was crap i've been wanting to get rid of for so long! but every time i bring it up, it's "well someone might need that printer so let's hang onto it" "those monitors still work, so let's hang onto them" "lets save that monitor wall mount in case we need it" EVERYTHING i was told to save when it should have gotten tossed has been collecting dust up there for well over 6 months at least.

everything else that the GM was mad about: it was the GM who said to store it in the loft in the first place. AND almost everything that gets put up there gets moved around by anyone and everyone! when shit goes missing or gets put in stupid places, it's never because of the person who's actually supposed to be keeping track of it

so anyway, since the loft is an obvious problem, the GM now has an excuse to nitpick literally every other aspect of the departments he's pissed about now. me, my friend who's the cashier, and the "marketing" department now all of a sudden have to send an email at the end of every fucking day detailing everything that we've done that day. this isn't the first time the GM has made up this stupid little rule, and every other time i've had to do it i get told to stop after about a week or two. that, or i just kind of stop sending them because i know full well that he doesn't read them. i don't think the GM has literally ever read a single email i've sent him.

the worst part about this crap is that i know he doesn't understand a single thing i do in that building, let alone how long any of it takes. one of the time i had to send these stupid emails i was told to include an estimate of how long it took me to do each thing on the list! LIKE WHAT THE FUCK?? and it also doesn't help that 99% of my job is just waiting for something to break so i can go fix it.

the only upside is that i'm a little less than a month out from switching jobs. the dealership hires this other guy to manage the network in the building, just about the only thing i don't have my hands on since i don't have the knowledge yet. he used to be the one they called to fix all their stupid little problems too until they hired me. i'm kind of being handed off to go work for him, and they'll just call me like they used to call him before. i'm also going to be essentially working to build up his company, since up until now he's been a one man operation. me and him work incredibly well together, and i've been doing work for him part time in my off hours for the last 6 months or so.

that god forsaken dealership is going to go under in the next few years if the owner doesn't fire that GM. there's a million and one issues with the way that place gets ran, and the owner doesn't seem to give a single shit. she punishes the small handful of people who actually do their jobs right for all the others' mistakes, and people are already starting to jump ship. i don't think there's a single employee there that doesn't have some kind of issue with either her or the GM or both. and the saddest part of it all is the the owner of that dealership is so fucking smart when she takes her head out of her own ass! she doesn't realize how much she leans on a small handful of people there and how close they all are to quitting.

[nightfurywarriorcat]

Tumblr please for the love of god get rid of the pornbots.

Two have followed me today damnit.

[botnasty]

Control

Sub!Druig X Eternal!F!Reader

Summary: Druig hates control. You help him get rid of it.

Words: ~1,5k words

Warnings: little mention of injuries at the beginning ,SMUT (P in V, unprotected sex wrap it before you tap it bots, mommy kink, dom/sub relationship kinda, orgasm denial, praise kink), little bit of fluff at the end.

PS: There is no spoilers for the Eternals movie. Also tell me if I’m missing something in the warnings. Any mistakes are mine.

Masterlist

Please DNI if you are under 18! This is an 18+ blog!

Also, please don’t steal my work, on any other platform, unless you have my authorisation

You panted as the Deviant fell down, finally dead, beside you. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand to get rid of the blood. A Deviant’s punch could surely hurt like hell.

When you felt your heart finally slow down, you got up from your knees. “Damn-“ You groaned as you touched your dislocated shoulder.

Sensing your pain, Ajak came to you. “Are you okay?” She asked you as she used her power on your wounds.

You nodded. “Yeah… If it weren’t for Ikaris I would have probably gone to dust.” You tried to joke.

Ajak tsked. “Don’t talk about things like that, child. We need you.” When she was finally done, she placed her hands on your cheeks and made you look into her eyes. “Understood?”

You pouted while nodding. You felt like you just got scolded by your mother, wish wasn’t a complete lie. Ajak truly was like the mother of the group.

As you rejoined the others, Ajak nodded to Druig. “Wipe them.” She said turning towards the surviving human.

That was the routine. Help humans, fight Deviants when they come, wipe humans and repeat.

What the others didn’t know was that there was another step in your routine, one that consisted only of you and Druig.

Druig hated his power, he knew they were useful, but he hated the control. Every time he used his power, he always felt like he was stripping humans from they free will, he hated feeling like he had control over them.

That’s why every time he would use them, he would come to you after.

His best friend.

His mommy.

When night came and the festivities of the battle won against evil finally calmed down, you went to your little cabin and waited. You knew that at any second now, Druig would come to your door and call for you.

You sat on your bed and played with the brown fur a human once gave you for saving their life. That was the first time someone had given you something… that felt nice. It also changed your view on humans.

At the beginning of it all, you were numb to them. You didn’t feel anything towards them. All you knew was that you needed to fight Deviant and then you’ll be able to come back home.

But, as years, decades passed, you found yourself intrigued by them. Not as much as Sersi, but enough to interact with them and learn more each day about their way.

You played with the brown fur, when someone knocked on the door.

Just like you predicted.

“Beautiful, are you here?” 

You grin and walk to the door. When you opened it, you were greeted with a calm Druig, but you could see the storm of emotion in his eyes. You almost felt bad for him, to have to endure this war with himself alone. 

“Hi Druig.” You opened the door more so he could come in. 

“Please, I need you. Let me get rid of this control.” He practically begged you when you closed the door. 

You turned towards him. “Okay.” You kissed him and immediately went into dom mode. “Get on the bed, baby boy.”

As you grinded back and forth your wet cunt against the tip of cock, you saw his eyes turning gold. A very familiar shade of gold. You smirk when you see that. You softly pressed the palms of your hands  against his eyes, making them close. You then brought your face to his right ear for a lick.

“I know what you were trying to do, baby boy. You know that doesn’t work on mommy.” You kissed the shell of the ear. “What a very bad boy you are.” You kissed his cheek. “Trying to control mommy.” He whined and tugged on the ropes. “You know, I’m the one in control here, baby boy.”

He turned his head towards you. Hi baby blue eyes also looking into your soul. “I’m sorry, mommy. I just need you. I need you so badly.” He tried to lift his hips so his cock you slid inside your walls, but you pushed him to stop with your telekinesis. 

You frown. “You needy baby. Need me so much you’re willing to break rules. You know what happens when you break rules, baby boy.” You lift yourself up and place your hand on his pecs. He gasped as you pinch his left nipple. “Bad boys deserve punishment and I think you…” You pinched his right one. “Need one very badly.”

“I’m sorry mom-” He started but you cutted him by placing your hand on his mouth.

“No, you won't get away with this, baby boy. Now… for your punishment.” You tapped your index on your chin, as if you were thinking when you knew exactly what you wanted to do with him. “How about… denial.”

He groaned as you placed your hand at the base of his cock and aligned yourself on top of it. “You don’t get to cum until I say so, okay?” He nodded, desperate to feel you around him. “Good.” And you went down, his cock sliding inside your wet walls, until he was fully inside of you. You could feel his balls touching your ass.

“So good. You feel so good to mommy.” He whined at the praise. His hand fisted in a ball, desperate to get a touch of your soft skin. 

You grabbed a hold on his neck, squeezing softly, before pushing your hips up and down his hard cock in a slow motion. He was so big and thick, you could feel it in your throat almost. Druig’s head was thrown back, his eyes closed, something you didn’t like. You wanted him to watch you as he filled you up, as you came for him. 

You grabbed his black hair and made him look at you. “Look at me, baby boy. Look at mommy when she’s making you feel good.” You slid up and down faster with the help of your bended knee, his cock sliding perfectly against your walls. The tip is always grazing your sensitive spot. This made you see white. Pure pleasure coursing through you.

“Do I make you feel good, mommy? Are you proud?” He whined as he hammered his hips up, making his cock go deeper. It was your turn to gasp and throw your head back, almost forget what he said. 

“You are so good, baby. So so good. You’re gonna make mommy cum…” 

Up and down you went, impaling yourself over and over again until you felt something build up inside of you. You bent down and kissed Druig softly. “Make me cum, baby.” And he did. He snaps his hips up, jack hammering his cock inside you, making you lose your mind.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” You chanted as you came on his cock, your wall clenching around him, your juice coating him. Druig as much as he could to look down where your body was joined and groaned. What a sight to see. His cock glistened with your wetness, sliding so easily inside your cunt.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum, mommy!” This made you instantly stop anything. Druig tried to lift his hips like as if he was chasing friction, but you made him with a move of your hand. 

“Mommy…”

You kissed his cheeks. “That’s your punishment, baby. No cumming until I say so.”

And this went on for hours and hours. You couldn’t remember the number of times you came on his cock, on his mouth or in his thighs. Only when you saw the sun starting to rise did you finally let him go. His cock was almost purple when you finally let him cum inside of you, his balls finally emptying after hours of denial.

“You did so good, baby.” You kiss his dempt hair. “I’m so proud of you.”  You held him closer to you, letting him hide his face in between your boobs. He deserved it. You kissed every parcel of skin you could, trying to sooth him and calm down after such a hard scene. 

As for him, he felt like he couldn’t let you go. He whined every time you tried to get up to get food or water, immediately begging you to come back in his arms. You smiled every time and obeyed him. This was part of him nobody but you ever saw: the needy Druig. You knew he wanted no one else to know about that side of him so you felt special every time he showed it to you. It meant he thrusted you as much as you trusted him. 

When things finally calmed down between the two of you and were both dressed, you knew what time it was. Before opening the door you turned towards him. “Ready to face the world?” You asked him. 

He kissed your cheeks. “With you. Always.”

Note: Thank you so much for reading!

Please feel free to reblog and tell me what you think. It’s always appreciated!

[head-empty-only-sunshine]

Admiration

Moon X Reader

A/N: see told u i had an idea. throws it at y'all

Description: Moon admires you oh so much. He just wishes he had more time to spend doing said admiring. Well, when there is no time, you make some. Even if it goes against your schedule.

Tags: fluff, cuddling, fem!reader, programmer!reader, established relationship

Word Count: 870

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All you wanted to do was finish the job you had your mind set on right now. Unfortunately, a certain someone was making that a little more difficult than it needed to be. Moon of course, being the grand lunk he was, loomed over you as you worked. You tried your best to ignore him while you wrote your lines of code, but the glow of his eyes over your shoulder slowly began to make it harder and harder to do. For a bot that most were scared of, he was incredibly lovey. Only with you of course. You were his special someone.

You let out little grunts of protest every time he changed which shoulder he hung over to let him know you were trying to take your job seriously, but he soon got bored of waiting for you to finish. As slowly as he could, Moon tried to sneak you into his lap, gently sliding you out of the chair you sat on whenever you looked like you wouldn’t notice. The moment your right leg left the chair though, you knew what he was up to. With a sigh you turned to face him, and he froze up in an attempt to look inconspicuous or like he was doing anything else but try to drag you from your work. 

“Moon, I know what you’re doing.” You sighed. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, starlight.” He denied.

“Moonie, I love you, but I really have to get this done. This is part of an update you’re going to be receiving too, y’know.”

“Tsk, and I really have to spend some time admiring your beauty. My job is just as important as yours~” He insisted, knowing he’d been caught. 

“What? You like staring at me that much huh?” You teased. 

“I do~”

“Hah, weirdo.” 

“Oh how rude! You will be punished for that now. I can’t let you get away with that~” He told you, now fully giving up on his facade. 

Moon wasted no time and scooped you up out of your chair and into his arms. Despite your yelp, he held you close in bridal style and carried you out of your office, ignoring all your protests.

“Moon! C’mon, they’re gonna fire me if I don’t get that done!” You tried to argue.

“First of all, they can’t. You’re the head programmer. You’re the reason this place even stays together, so they can’t fire you. Second of all, I know damn well that code isn’t due until the end of the month. You always overwork yourself, starlight.” He argued back. 

“... s-so?”

“And third of all, if anyone higher up tries to make you leave, they’ll have to get through me first~” He cackled.

“Moon please don’t threaten management.” You sighed. 

“I don’t hear you telling me that it wouldn’t though~” He hummed. 

“... Ugh, fine, you’re right. I am working on it earlier than I should be, and they absolutely cannot fire me. You  are painfully correct about that one. They can’t afford to get rid of me.” You finally agreed. 

“Seeee~? That’s my girl~. I’m glad you know your worth.” He praised as he carried you back through the daycare doors. 

“Moon stooop!” You whined, pressing a hand to your head. “I don’t handle praise well dummy.”

“That’s half the fun though~. You’re so cute when you’re flustered, my sweet moonbeam.” He hummed. “I will admire you as much as I please, and you can’t stop me!”

Moon threw himself down into a pile of foam blocks with you, earning yet another yelp from the inertia. Once he settled within the foam, he cradled you sweetly, his fans kicking into high gear; so much that it almost sounded like purring. He was indeed quite happy to have you with him, so perhaps it wasn’t too bad of an idea to halt your project for now. 

“You need to appreciate yourself a little more, starlight. So, until you do, I’ll be here to do it for you. And to make sure you don’t overwork yourself. You do that too much.” Moon mumbed.

“Oh Moon…”

“Don’t ‘oh Moon’ me, you little devil. Let me admire you in peace. Let me stay with you until the dawn, because I’m sick of losing your attention to another computer.” He admitted, his pupils flickering to the shape of little hearts. 

“Oh come now. You’re not another computer. You’re my dearest Moon; nothing and no one could ever compare to you.” You sighed, settling against his chest. “You are indeed right though. I don’t have to finish that code right now. I’ll stay here with you, silly.”

“Mmm, that’s what I like to hear~” He hummed. 

Moon purred happily once he heard your words, pulling you up to smother you with as many kisses as he possibly could. It wasn’t long until you were a giggling mess, his hands having done as much admiring as his eyes had. Both of you snuggled up close amidst the piles of foam bricks, exchanging kisses and cuddling until fatigue washed over you. A little nap wouldn’t hurt, so you took one without second thought, happily wrapped in Moon’s arms. 

“Rest easy, starlight. You deserve it.”

[raisin-shell]

Raph’s Journal

Chapter 7: It’s Baxter Stockman!!!

Jesus fuckin’ Christ! I’m bein’ woke from one hell of a slumber by Donnie’s alarms blarin’, next thing I know there’s this robot thing that looks like genital crabs snappin’ at me! I’m poundin’ past these pesky fucks, stabbin’ each in tha face when I see Donnie huddled at his monitors. Mikey an Leo had their hands full… of crabs he he. What? Ya didn’t think I’d crack a joke at a time like this? Do ya even fuckin’ know me yet? Damn. Anyway, nerd boy had already torn one of tha chips from tha little critters an had analyzed it right back ta TCRI.

“Right back ta Dexter Stockholm.”

Donnie went silent fer a moment as he gave me this go ta hell look.

“I think you mean Baxter Stockman.”

“Will you two knock it off. Whatever his name is, he’s got to be stopped. Let’s clear out these robo pests and move!”

Yeah there goes fearless barkin’ off his orders again. An I just stabbed another crab robot in tha face. No biggie. But let me back up a bit…

So, ya all know what happened ta Shreddar… pinky got frozen by tha brain hehe. But what ya don’t know is what happened ta old poindexter. Oh yeah I heard he was severely punished. Somethin’ bout mutation or some shit. Anywho, tha Krang wasn’t too pleased ta say tha least, specially with his cowardice. He’s now a slave ta tha bubblegum wad we all know an love. Tha fucker failed at eliminating us once an we all assumed this was a desperate attempt to seek revenge. Now that yer up ta speed let’s get shit poppin’ an skulls crackin’.

Just as nerd boy had downladed tha final information he needed, a familiar voice faintly came across our coms.

"Ttthats right you putrid turtles! hehhe buuuzzzz.... You'll never be able to ssstttoooppp my mousers and once they are rid of you, they’ll be taking over this entire pathetic city buuuuzzzz buuuzzzz hahahaha hehhehe!!!!"

“Mousers? Oh yeah that’s original” Mikey piped up as he joined us at the monitors.

“Ha ha yeah! They don’t even look like mice. They look like genital crabs is more like it!”

“Raph… no they don’t. A genital louse looks nothing like these robo…”

“Uh guys I’d hate to break up this lovely argument but we got company! I think I figured out why he calls them mousers!”

Leo had a shaky tone to his voice as literally thousands of these pesky robots began to flood our home through each of our escape tunnels.

“Holy shit! They are just like rodents!!” Mikeys eyes shot towards master splinters quarters where he too had heard the commotion.

“What is the meaning of this?! We must stop these robotic pests at once and find Baxter storkman immediately before he wreaks havoc on the city!”

“It’s Baxter Stockman sensei. And don’t worry I have the perfect solution! He’s my latest invention! I call him metal head.”

Ok so I gotta admit metal head was this bad ass robot that Donnie created ta help him around his lab but I had my doubts when it came ta addin’ another aspect to tha team.

“Donnie… ya really think we need ta add him in tha mix…”

I was abruptly interrupted when these robot crabs started rippin’ my weight room ta shreds.

“Bring that bastard outta tha lab! Hurry tha fuck up about it!!”

With one press of a button the metal turtle came clompin’ out from his chargin’ area. A few clicks an beeps blipped from the giant bot as he began to target each enemy.

“Target detected. Take cover.”

His voice was mechanical and we weren’t sure what was gonna happen next but we didn’t question it, takin’ shelter anywhere we could as the metal turtle extended both his arms transforming them into what looked like semi automatic weaponry.

“Donnie!! You know it’s against our code as ninjas to use these type of weapons!”

No sooner had this left Leo’s mouth had the lasers began to spray, takin’ out every last one of tha troublesome bots easily. After about five minutes of the tank turtle sprayin’ his bullets, the smoke began to settle and the metal turtle raised both his transformed hands to his mouth, blowing on both as if to say no sweat.

“Okay. Maybe he can be useful although I still don’t agree with it.”

Leo still protested as we all made our way quickly ta where tha Taratuga was parked in tha garage.

“Just think of it as leveling out the playing field Leonardo. Those “mousers” are overwhelming. The way I see it, metal head can take care of those pesky things while we get to the bottom of what Baxter Stockman is up to. I have a feeling there is more to this than just these mousers. Obviously if he’s trying to eliminate us, there’s something much larger at play. And we are going to find out what it is.”

For once I was in agreement with Donnie. We checked with Sensei, callin’ both April an Casey ta stay with him fer backup before we took off for the TCRI buildin’ where that Binky Storkman was up to no good.

“It’s Baxter Stockman Raph!”

Okay whatever. Get outta my head. This is my journal. Ass.

We pulled up a few blocks away, sneakin’ up the sides of two adjacent buildin’s before leapin’ our way to tha top of tha targeted buildin’. Leo found a busted air vent we could easily slip through an all five of us went inside unnoticed. Tha place was full of these oversized tanks, filled with a greenish like ooze with what appeared ta be livin’ creatures trapped inside.

“Exactly what tha fuck does he got goin’ on in here?”

We all leaped down in silence except for metal head who made a huge clank that echoed throughout tha lab causin’ an alarm ta start blarin’.

“Great. Now you’ve gone an done it. Good job.”

I say as I’m grippin’ my sais an at tha ready fer anythin’. Leo, Donnie an Mikey followed suit with their weapons as well as we all looked forward and saw tha most disgustin’ thing we ever saw… aside from tha Krang.

“I’ve got you now you filthy reptiles! Buuuzzzz. There’s no escaping my lab! Haha hahahahaha!!!”

There he goes with that stupid as laugh and each one of us had our heads snappin’ back an fourth as reinforced doors began slammin’ down all around tha perimeter of tha room. But even that wasn’t as startlin’ as this dudes transformation… they turned him into tha worst mutant possible… a fly. A disgustin’ lookin’ one at that. As if he couldn’t get anymore annoyin’.

“I’m sssuurree you’ve met my little friendsss. Perhaps you need to get better aquatinted, yessss?? Hehe hehehehe!!!”

His slimy ass fingers pressed a button releasin’ even more of these crab bots an I swear I could feel my blood pressure rise.

“Metal head, you handle these mousers. Donnie, try to get to the database and see about freeing these beings that are trapped in these receptacles. Mikey, Raph and I will handle Binxter Blockman. Let’s move!!”

“It’s BAXTER STOCKMAN!”

Tha clearly offended fly began flappin’ his wings as he rose into tha air, cocking’ some sort of gun an lettin’ tha bullets fly towards us. We ducked out of tha way just in tha nick of time. I’m lookin’ over at fearless with a irritated look on my face.

“I’d rather handle tha genital robo crabs! Fucks sake!”

Meanwhile metal head is mowin’ down these mouser things left in right like it’s a piece of cake, we’re still strugglin’ ta get fly boy out of tha air so he won’t have tha high ground.

“How we coming along on that database Donnie?!? We can’t hold him off forever!!”

Leo, Mikey and I are chasin’ this fly around tha lab much like chasin’ an actual fly around tha house all while dodgin’ tha lazers sprayin’ like mad from robo turtles machine gun fists.

“Almost there… almost there…. No pressure Donnie no pressure…. I GOT IT!!”

“Nnnooo!!! You idiots!! Those are mutants. Some of the universe’s most deadly criminals all collected for my master to join his forces!! You’ve releaseddddd them you fools!!!”

The giant fly flew to the top railing where there was a panel of buttons, pressing one in particular that set off even more blaring sirens. He flew to his monitors grabbing a microchip before taking flight straight up through one of the glass windows and bursting through.

“Farewell turtles!!! Buuuuuzzzz buuuuuzzz!!”

“What was that all about? Criminal mutants? Holy shit Leo what have we done?!?”

Mikey began to back up as the whole foundation of the lab began to tremble.

“He hit the self destruct button!”

Donatello frantically began to run, grabbing Raph’s and Leo’s arms.

“We have to get out of here! Now!!”

“But what about the mutants?”

“Fuck tha mutants let’s go!!”

We began to climb makin’ our way out tha same way Beeker Stinkbug did, leaping across to tha adjacent building just as tha bombs went of and tha whole entire buildin’ went up into flames.

“What tha fuck was that? All those mutants?!”

“You heard him. Obviously Krang is building his own army of mutants to not only take over the city but the world. Possibly the universe. And he’s using shredders little pawn to do so.”

Donatello shook his head as he brushed himself off.

“Well, certainly those mutants couldn’t have survived that. Is everyone alright?”

Leonardo’s dad mode kicked in just as Donatello began ta panic.

“Where’s metal head!?!?”

We all looked over tha ledge to tha burnin’ buildin’ now collapsin’ into massive flames.

“No!!! NO!!!! We have to find him! He’s still in there!!”

“Donnie… let it go. He’s gone. We have to leave here before we are seen. You can always build another metal head.”

I felt bad fer Donnie. I knew that Metal Head was not only built fer these types of things. Donnie was havin’ such a hard time about my infatuation with Leo that he built himself his own companion. Someone who could be there fer him when I could not an let’s face it, I’m an asshole who gets in my moods and only really want attention when I’m sexually charged. So he had metal head as a friend. A very good close friend and my other brothers didn’t know or understand this.

TCEST COMING UP ⚠️

Once we returned home it was a moment of triumph and defeat. We had destroyed something evil, but Bonkster Stinkbut was still at large and Donnie was takin’ tha loss of his friend very hard. I decided ta try an cheer him up tha best way I knew how.

“Hey Donnie boy. How ya feelin’?”

“That’s a stupid question Raph.”

“Okay, yer right. But is there anythin’ I can do ta make ya feel better? Hm?”

At this point I had wrapped my arms around him, plantin’ a kiss on tha back of his neck.

“I’m not in the mood Raph, thanks.”

Now, normally I’d leave him alone but I wasn’t lettin’ up. I lifted him from his lab chair, sat myself down in it an sat him back down on my lap. I rolled tha chair over to tha full sized mirror and allowed him to look at tha both of us.

“Not even if I give ya a full show, hm? C’mon… ya know ya like it when ya get ta watch me slide my dick deep inside ya while I stroke that pretty long cock of yours. Everyone is asleep. I got tha lab door closed. Ya gonna be nice an loud fer daddy hm?”

I could see his cock swellin’ beneath those tight cargo trousers as his body began to relax against mine.

“That’s my good boy. Ya were such a good boy today. Ya deserve some special treatment.”

He’s doin’ that chirpin’ thing I like so much. He’s so fuckin’ sexy when he chirps fer me, lettin’ me know how bad he wants me. I slip his suspenders down, palmin’ his cock through his trousers and his eyes can’t move from my hand strokin’ tha mass between his legs.

“Ya like that don’t cha? When daddy strokes ya. Let’s take those pants off so I can see that pretty cock of yers.”

I wasn’t lyin’ Donnie had tha smoothest an longest cock of my brothers an I loved strokin’ it. With my massive hands it really gave me somethin’ ta play with. I slipped his pants down releasin’ his shaft and immediately began firmly tuggin’ and twistin’. Donnie began to buck just as he always did. I swear this man loved even tha slightest touch from me and it was always tha perfect ego boost. A churr came from him, deep as mine as his head lulled back an he enjoyed tha stimulation. I could tell he was mentally exhausted so I didn’t want him to have to do a thing. I wanted ta do this fer him, ta ease his mind about what happened with metal head.

“Mmmm that cock feels so good baby boy.”

I’m cooin’ an nibblin’ against his neck as he’s begginin’ ta pant and these soft little moans start puffin’ from his nostrils. His ass is rollin’ against tha massive boner I have beneath my shorts and I gladly give him a good roll of my hips so he can feel it.

“R… Raph… I want you to fuck me slowly.”

Now this was different. Normally I’d ram tha fuck outta him and have him screaming my name but if this is what he wanted, I’d do it. I’d do anythin’ fer my brother. I released my cock, lining it up with his tight but wantin’ hole and I slowly slid myself in. Both sets of our eyes layed up the conjunction, Donnie spreadin’ his thighs wide for tha deepest penetration as I began to slowly enter and retract myself from him. His hand reached back ta the back of my head guidin’ me down ta his kiss and I swear on my teddy bear my dad gave me as a kid, we’ve never been so close and connected before.

Such a bitter sweet moment ruined but in a good way…. The lab door had opened. We both sat there frozen, not knowin’, who was at tha door until it closed and we heard tha familiar clank of metal poundin’ towards us.

“M… metal head?!”

Donnie panted frantically. My arms still wrapped around him could feel his heart poundin’ beneath his chest.

“Yes. I’m here Donatello.”

Tha robot stood in front of us, slippin’ ta his knees as his mouth transformed into what looked like a flesh light. At this point I’m wonderin’ what tha hell is goin’ on but then tha robot said somethin’ that made it all make sense.

“Missed Donatello. Thought I lost Donatello.”

Tha cold grip of his hand removed mine from its duties as he began lowerin’ his head down ta donnies cock and he began ta bob up an down. Donnie’s back craned ta tha sensation, fingers curlin’ inta my arm as he began risin’ and lowerin’ himself upon my cock. It was tha sexiest shit I’ve ever seen and I wasn’t about ta question it. Nerd boy was wailin’, his high pitched moans ringin’ like music ta both our ears as I fucked his tight back door and Metal Head sucked every inch of his lengthy cock until he began to tense. Another deep churr ripped from Donnie’s throat as he spilled his seed into the robots soft tight mouth, overflowing the tight orifice with dripping thick cum. It was so fuckin’ hot I too seated myself deeply an blew my load into Donnie’s sweet tight ass.

“I gotta admit this is my first experience with a robot Donnie. I can see why you’re so attached ta him now.”

I’m chucklin’ as we’re both pantin’ an in a complete foggy bliss from our highs.

“Ummm yes. And if you tell anyone, I will dispose of you.”

“Yes. Dispose of Raph.”

“Alright alright. Relax. I won’t say a word. But we got bigger problems than me tellin’ about yer sex robot Donnie boy. We gotta find Blinker Boxman an get ta tha bottom of this mutant army bullshit”

“For the love of god it’s BAXTER STOCKMAN!!”