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[theweredrifter]

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[ofthenile]

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[ask-kurusu-syo]

Happy Sinday! Would anyone like to sin with Yui?

[miner16]

Its Megatron Monday!!

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[somilkshakewitch]

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[fadedheroicxxdreams]

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[scourgeofmyownbrain]

Ladies and Gentlemen, Bitches and Bastards, Witches and Wizards, Mothers and Fuckers. Esteemed robot enjoyers, I present to you a semi-accurate height comparison of Bumblebee across the multiverse (as of July 2024). This really helps visualize the truly staggering differences between universes, at least height-wise. Also, three of these characters are Canonically the Same Guy; guess which ones.

I spent way too much time on the chart in the back it's not even funny. I will probably make more height charts for more TF characters and universes in the future. Don't expect it soon though, because when I make these, I am fueled by pure I-Got-Bored-At-Work-And-I-Have-Decided-To-Fool-Around-With-Robot-PNGs, and that fuel supply is inconsistent at best.

Hey Fun Fact, Did you know that Generation 1 Optimus Prime is around 19 Feet Tall? Bet some of you already knew that. I have no ulterior motives for bringing this fact up, what are you talking about.

My height explanations are below the cut, because you couldn't shut me up if you tried.

In an order:

Gen 1 - ~10 feet (the wiki says greater than 3 meters so I rounded up to the first whole number because round)

Netflix Cybertron Trilogy - ~10 feet (He looks identical to Gen 1 so... the reason his photo looks weird is because I couldn't find a good full body photo with him standing straight up facing the camera so I put two images together to make the worst looking photoshop job you have ever seen)

Earth Spark - 10 feet (There is no confirmed height yet but using a screen shot of him standing in front of a barn door I was able to make a reasonable guess.)

Animated - 12 feet (I have no genuine source for this, I think this info is just someone's guesstimate, but it seems reasonable. He's a tiny two door mini car, how big could he be)

New Live Action - 15 feet (The wiki hath declared. Also do we have a name for this universe because we need one I don't want to keep saying like 6 words to differentiate this one from bayverse)

Bayverse V1 - 16 feet (This is like the first 3 movies minimum, I don't remember when he hits his growth spurt. also wiki my love)

Cyberverse - 18 feet (I'm gonna be honest, the only info we have is from a really shitty screen shot of a magazine. SO if any one has a copy of this book from the video below, a high quality scan would be greatly appreciated and I will kiss the ground you walk upon. Yes I found the video where the screen shot comes from leave me alone)

Bayverse V2 - 18 feet (movie 4-5 I can't remember which one, I'm not re-looking this up. I fucking love the bayverse tho, this is the only universe with concrete and consistent this-character-is-this-height info)

Aligned Cont. WF/FOC - 20 feet (video game info screens you god send, kiss me sweetly)

Aligned Cont. TFP/RID15 - 21 feet (I do not know exactly where these numbers were found, but I fully fucking believe them. Just by looking at these characters on the show I can verify these numbers in my mind. They made specifically this universe to be full of freakishly tall robots for some fucking reason.)

And for any one who doesn't know, the three tallest are the same guy. Like the 20 feet tall one and the 21 feet tall ones, same guy. The ones in three wildly different art styles and designs. Let that sink in...

I fucking hate the aligned continuity why is that one my favorite.

[l0sercat]

Ok stay w me on this being spider noirs vision of black cat and your his suspect so he trys to corner you at a bar dance thingy and it’s just the reader teasing him

Ooooo I like how you think 😏 Also I don't know much about Black Cat 😅 I don't know if this is more fem or neutral so I'll tag both but please correct me!

Spider Noir x Black Cat! Reader

Spider Noir was following you the whole night. You were going everywhere it's a wonder how you can just blend in. You went into a bar so he thought it would be perfect to finally corner and catch you.

He made his way into the bar and ignored the stares he got. All he was here for was you, you were the main suspect in a crime he was solving. He needed to question you but you are really hard to catch.

He makes his way through the dancing drunks and saw you at the bar. He sits in the stool next to you and orders whiskey. You glance at him and look away and then looked again to process the fact that Spiderman is next to you. He lifted his mask to where his lips only showed and took a sip.

He glanced at your surprised face morph into a amused one. Your lips curled into a smirk and you placed your chin in your hand. Spider Noir pulls down his mask after finishing his drink and pays. He then fully turned to face you and opened his mouth to speak but you interrupted him.

"So what's a handsome man like you following around a woman like me?" You asked. He stared at you and let out an exasperated sigh. "Where were you the night of December 7 of this year?" He asked. You let out a dramatic gasp "Your not supposed to be in a woman's business y'know? It's quite rude have you never been taught manners?" You said grinning

His eye twitched in annoyance and he persisted on asking questions. But you keep on avoiding them and just flirt with him. "So for our next date how about you take me to a nice restaurant instead of this cheap place I feel like a prostitute" you lean in closer and drop your voice to a whisper "If you really want to know then come with me to my place" You winked and leaned back.

He sighed for the umpteenth time and stood up. "Well if your going to be no help-" he started. Your eyes widened slightly and cut him off and stood up as well. You leaned into his ear and whispered "If you really want to know meet me on the roof" you then exited the building.

He soon followed suit and went on the roof. He saw you there and let out a cough causing you to look at him with a smile. "How romantic of you to take me to a rooftop, what are you gonna do? Have your way with me?" You say and make your way towards him. "Look I came here for information about the murder that happened if you don't have any then we're done here" he backs up and stands straight.

"Aw come on can't we have a little fun first..." You pout and he rolls his eyes "No because I don't have time for it" "Guys are always impatient with foreplay..." You mumble "Fine if you take me on a nice dinner date or maybe even a rooftop date then I'll tell you everything you need to know" you smirk at him. He ponders for a moment and then shakes his head. "I'll take you on one date and then after it your going to tell me everything I need to know" he said glaring "Yes sir" you said and winked at him before leaping off the roof and disappearing into the night. Leaving him to question his sanity and patience.

[w1ngedv01d]

Hermitcraft/Life Series Characters that are not explicitly married (platonically or romantically) in canon, but give off the Vibes:

Impulse and Skizz

Scar and Grian

Mumbo and Grian (they share)

Jimmy and Martyn

Joe and Cleo

...I would have put Ren and Doc but.... I don't think they count... anymore-

[rodolfoparras]

Thinking about Miguel and the kinks he likes to indulge in | 18+, MINORS DNI

Content tags: primal play [chase but make it foreplay]

“I’m coming to get you”

It’s those five words that have Miguel swiftly climbing up the building, claws sinking into the metal and bending it to his will as he attempts to escape whoever’s chasing him.

Sweat trickles down his spine, goosebump rises across his skin and he feels his stomach churn as he attempts to escape whoever is chasing him.

However it’s not fear that has his body reacting in this way, no it’s lust.

There’s a pressure on his chest that he isn’t willing to address. There’s a certain lightness he feels in his head that dulls his sharp senses in the possible way. And his cock is hard and weeping, straining against the suit he’s wearing.

Suddenly a hand grabs onto his ankle. His eyes widen in surprise, heart dropping to his stomach as adrenaline kicks in and he quickly pulls his foot away from the unknown person’s grasp.

He hears the fabric of his suit rip, feels the cold wind caress his bare skin, and feels the stinging from where the nails grazed him.

Sloppy, sloppy, sloppy is what he thinks as he pushes his tongue against his cheek.

Despite the grunt he lets out, and the pain he feels from the sting, he can’t help but enjoy the feeling.

Sick, sick, sick is the word that rings through his ears, as he forces himself to keep climbing the building.

He dares look back for just a second, only to see no one behind him. It’s a thrill as much as it’s a relief because Miguel isn’t foolish.

He has played this game enough times to know that someone is lurking in the shadows, and the slight movement he picks up from the corner of his eye confirms his suspicions.

Quick, quick, be quick is all he thinks as his pulse roars in his ears, adrenaline shooting through his body as his reflexes force him to start moving again.

He’s going at an inhumane speed, wind pelting against his skin, metal screeching as it tries to accommodate to his weight and his punishing grip. Despite the speed he’s going at, he hears the unknown person catching up. The sound of soles and palms hitting walls grows closer and for a second Miguel feels himself lose momentum, too consumed with the thought of what would happen if the person were to actually catch him.

He almost has the mind to stop running, to let the person catch him and do whatever they want with him. His dick twitches at the thought of it, and he feels himself slow down.

Too easy, too easy, it would be too easy is what he hears in his ears and that’s enough to snap him back into reality. Although his lungs are burning and his body’s aching , he forces himself to keep climbing up the building.

He makes the swift decision to kick down the window in front of him and jumps through it.

Shards of glass brush against his skin, ripping more of the suit he's wearing and he grunts and groans as he rolls onto the floor.

He doesn’t have any time to recover before he feels his hands get pinned to the sides of his head and someone straddling his waist.

The person’s got a bruising grip on his wrists, knees digging punishingly into the sides of his ribs.

Adrenaline’s pumping through his veins, pulse roaring in his ears and body twitching in place as every instinct in him is telling him to flee, flee, flee.

His eyes desperately search the predator’s face, trying to make out any sorts of familiar features on their face but it’s far too dark to see anything.

He really should do something to escape, he knows it. If this had been anyone else, he’d surely be as good as dead.

However this is not just anyone looking to have his head on a plate. This is you and this is just a game the two of you like to play and you wouldn’t do anything to hurt him, at least not unless he asked you to do it. The thought in itself increases the lightness in his head, the pressure on his chest has him gasping for breath and he feels his cock twitch and weep inside of his suit.

You pant in his ear, hot breath washing over his skin as you adjust yourself so your knee is directly resting on his dick.

As you move your knee, the fabric drags agonizingly slow along his shaft, tugging and taunting at sensitive skin that leaves Miguel hissing and whimpering. And just for a second since you started this chase he allows himself to give into the pleasure he’s feeling.

“Ready to give up yet O’Hara?”

His eyes fly open at those words, and within seconds he’s flipping the two of you over with him now on top “not yet” he says with a taunting smile on his face before he completely escapes your grasp and runs away.

“Fuck!” You shout behind him, one hand reaching out to grab him, but he’s far too quick and you only manage to cause another rip in the suit he’s wearing.

He makes a run for the stairs, his laugh echoing with each step that he takes. It’s not amusement that has him laughing like this. It’s the thrill of the chase. It’s the little glances he throws behind him as he makes a sharp turn around the ledge. It’s the tingling feeling in the pit of his stomach when he hears another pair of feet getting closer to him. It’s the fact that his cock is weeping and twitching, begging for any sort of relief and he has no time to do anything about it unless he wants you to catch him.

Finally he gets to the door that leads to the rooftop, grabs ahold of the handle and shoves it open.

Just as he does so, he’s quickly attacked and overpowered. Within seconds he’s stripped off of his weapons, hands tied behind his back and forced to kneel on the floor.

“Got you, little arachnid “

One of the most powerful spider people has been rendered helpless and forced into such a vulnerable position. He knows he should feel embarrassed, but he doesn't. Matter of fact he loves it and the dark spot where his cock presses against his suit proves it, along with the way he pathetically ruts his hips in the air.

When his eyes land on you he sees that your suit’s ripped in multiple places and that you’ve garnered some scratches and bruises. It’s clear that he’s managed to do some damage in this chase. When his eyes wander over to his reflection in the glass surrounding the rooftop he sees that he is in no better state. His lip is busted open and bleeding, small bruises are forming on his cheeks, scratches littering his skin and suit almost peeling from his body.

It’s then when he finally realizes just how exhausted is. You’ve been going at this for hours, (the downsides of having superpowers) without getting any sort of relief.

If his hands weren’t tied behind his back, he’d probably have them on his cock right now. But that’s most likely why you’d tied him up. You know just the way to rile him up.

Despite how much he loves when you tease him, he still needs some sort of relief. You’ve been going at it for hours and he’s almost on the verge of bursting at the seams.

He squeezes his thighs together, saliva dripping from his chin and on the verge of pleading for you to do something. However before he can say or do anything, you grab onto his head, strands of brown and gray wrapping around your fingers as you yank him closer by his hair.

Whatever he was about to say is gone with the wind as he looks at you with his mouth agape and panting, eyelids hanging low and desire swirling in his iris.

You can’t help but chuckle at his reaction, before you shove his face straight onto your crotch.

“This is what you wanted, right little arachnid?”

He doesn’t say anything as he eagerly mouths at the fabric and you yank at his hair in warning.

“Answer me,”

“Yes, yes, yes” he cries out in desperation, a mix of saliva and blood smearing across your suit as he nuzzles further into your crotch.

You smile as you hear his response before you use your free hand to rip away whatever left of the fabric that’s covering your lower half.

“Keep those fangs in check, yeah?” is all you say before you shove his head between your legs.

[way-too-obsessed-gamer]

Gricko Grimgrin is a "Never Ever Getting Rid Of Me" type of guy I feel that in my bones

[milleroptimism]

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[strange-aus-and-crossovers]

@rig0rm0rbid You were hungry for content. You were also the only one to respond. So here’s you food!

[sipping-ambrosia-wine]

further lyrics and info below the cut. even if you havent seen the show i want opinions!

NYTW-> BROADWAY

1 2 3 4 5 6

EPIC III-

Where is the man with his hat in his hands/Who stands in the garden with nothing to lose -> Where is the man with arms outstretched?/ To the woman he loves with nothing to lose

DOUBT COMES IN-

Doubt comes in/ And strips the paint/ Doubt comes in/ And turns the wine/ Doubt comes in and leaves a trace/ Of vinegar and turpentine -> Doubt comes in/ The wind is changing/ Doubt comes in/ How cold it's blowing/Doubt comes in and meets a stranger/ Walking on a road alone

IF IT'S TRUE-

If it’s true what they say/If my love is gone for good/They can take this heart away/They can take this flesh and blood/Take my mouth that kissed her mouth/Take my tongue that sung her praise/Take my arms that used to reach out/ In the dark to where she lay -> If it's true what they say/if theres nothing to be done/If its true that its too late/And the girl I love is gone/If its true what they say/Is this how the world is?/To be beaten and betrayed and then be told that nothing changes

[...]

Take this voice, take these hands/I can’t use them anyway/Take this music and the memory/Of the muse from which it came -> (Absent, replaced with the workers' lyrics?)

WAY DOWN HADESTOWN-

Everybody dresses in clothes so fine/Everybody's pocket are weighted down/Everybody sippin the ambrosia wine/ It's a goldmine, in hadestown -> [Cut, replaced with she's gonna ride that train" build up after "that was not six months"]

CHANT II-

When I was a young girl like you/Sister, I was hungry too/Hungry for the underworld/When I was a young girl/Now you know how it tastes/The fruit of Mr. Hades’ ways/Sister, it’s a bitter wine-Spit it out while you still have time/Take it from a woman of my age/Love is not a gilded cage/All the wealth within these walls/Will never buy the thing called love/Love was when he came to me/Begging on his bended knees/To please have pity on his heart/And let him lay me in the dirt.../I felt his arms around me then/We didn’t need a wedding bed/Dark seeds scattered on the ground/The wild birds were flying around/That’s when I became his wife/But that was in another life/That was in another world/When I was a young girl!-> [Cut entirely]

ANY WAY THE WIND BLOWS

In the fever of a world in flame/in the season of the hurricane/flood'll get ya if the fire dont/any way the wind blows/Sister gone gone the [nomad*]'s route/brother gone gone for a job down south/gone the same way as the shanty town/and the traveling show/any way the wind blows

In the valley of the exodut/in the belly of a bowl of dust/crows and buzzards fly in a row/any way the wind blows-> [replaced by hermes's exposition on the fates]

*initial use of the word g*psy, which is a slur against the roma/romani people. mitchell was unaware of the hateful connotations and cut the lyric once made aware.

[hyperfocuscentre]

so i tried to imagine solangelo as parents to human babies and the first thing that came to mind was nico managing to terrorise the children with scary stories that he honestly just doesn’t realise are scary and will walking into the room, full government naming him and complaining about the future nightmares he’ll have to deal with because nico sleeps like the dead 💀

more solangelo as parents here

[precipine]

So, starter call?