#stay safe and don't forget to hydrate!!

[inkykeiji]

hi clari <3 i was wondering what you imagined your various versions of touya to sound like!! do you imagine the english dub voice? or the original japanese version? do you imagine that different au versions of him have different sort of tones when speaking?

sending u love!

- 💤

hi hi! <3 i imagine them to all sound like hiro’s voice acting for him! aka his original japanese voice!!! that’s why i usually describe his voice as being low and smooth c: jason, his english voice actor, has been directed to sound like he ate a bowl of rusty nails + smoked a whole pack of cigarettes for breakfast and i really dislike it. it sounds too caricature, and i personally feel like it takes away from the seriousness of the character (i feel this way with tomura’s english voice actor as well, until he has his Awakening at the end of season five and his voice is suddenly Sexy) and makes him sound silly. i liked jason’s original voice for dabi in season 3 (where he sounded like a 2006 emo band frontman on warped tour), but for whatever reason they made the creative decision to change it. no hate toward any of the english voice actors; i know they’re paid peanuts, taken less seriously as artists, and are given a ridiculously short amount of time to do their work, so! it’s just a personal preference c:

eeee i love u lots!!! <333 i hope you’re doing well bb ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)

[loubella77]

Good morning:) drink lots of water :)

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[honeyednotes]

I Wear My Pride Like a Riot

I get asked sometimes why being queer is such a huge part of my identity, why it sits at the forefront of my personality

I have never really had an answer for that, aside from 'its who I am'

but I scrolled through a photo gallery of trans elders the other day and I nearly cried

you do not understand because the community you were born into has always felt like home, but these are my people

I am living proudly for those before me who could not, those who presently cannot, for every person who should have been an elder only to be stolen from this world too soon

I do this because we deserve to live long happy lives, and I refuse to do it in the dark

queers need sunshine too ya know

unlike our portrayals, we are not monsters that creep in the night, intent on cramming our agenda down throats

we are flesh and blood and bone, no different from you

so here is your answer:

I wear my pride like a riot, because this world was designed to hate me

by Brie Thomson

[thatonefatgumsimp]

ok so daily shitpost life update:

The lemon bread baking has set me back a bit on today and tomorrow's mermay prompts as well as finishing inking and coloring my picture of red panda scar, but I'm getting to it, I promise. What's important for me about mermay is that it's fun, and I'm having fun coming up with new OCs, but I'm a bit behind schedule and that's OK. On the bright side, I can eat lemon bread while I finish my drawings later.

[followmybones]

i just want to take a moment to be a hundred percent honest. It might take a little while to get out my event posts. I only got 3 people who sent in requests for my event, and that really made me lose motivation. i hope to get these event posts to about 700 hundred words each as an extra thank you to the three (3) people who sent something in. Originally, it was supposed to be 400 words worth of headcanons and then 100-word drabble, but now im extending it to 600 words worth of hcs plus the 100-word drabble. And that's, basically, where I'm at right now.

Again I'm sorry about not having those posts out sooner, but I hope to at least make it up to those three people by extending the word count. I plan on making an extra post for my event to include one of my favorite characters, but considering my lack of motivation for this project, i won't make any promises about me making that. For now, i plan to focus on my event posts, and my regular request will remain closed until i finish the 3 requested event prompts.

also, the genshin update has me real excited, and I'm still exploring Sumeru, which makes it real easy to procrastinate so... you know.. Also tiny little sorry about the fact that this isn't written in the usual style i typically post on this blog, this just feels like a more personal post so i tried to keep it more natural to me lol hope y'all are doing well though, and i hope you have a good rest of your day :)

TLDR; i'm lacking motivation due to a lack of activity in regards to my 200+ follower event, event posts are going to take longer than originally intended, but i plan to extend the word counts to "make up" for that. i'm also a virgin who plays genshin and i have been using the game to procrastinate, sorry.

[bringbackmyspace]

[xxfrizzyxx]

Hydrate

Or

Die straight

[sammiesallow]

Heya! I've recently found your writing and I've got to say I love your writing style sm <33! Also I'd like to request some headcanons about Ominous and Sebastian (separate please) about cuddling for the first time with the reader, if you are ok with it of course, also I'm planning on sending more requests in the future so can I be known as crow anon? Anyways have a good day or night :D and don't forget to stay hydrated!

Hi crow anon! I love this request, i was planning on writing something like this anyways!! 🤭🤭

Cuddling Headcanons! (Sebastian, ominis)

(Art not mine!) (p.s look at ominis he's snoozing 😭❤️)

Summary - cuddling for the first time with Sebastian and ominis! All fluff <3

Sebastian Sallow ⭐️

He's not necessarily nervous when asking you to cuddle for the first time

Naturally, he's flirty so he kinda just asks you honestly.

"Can you come here?" *yoink*

Obviously he will ask if you're ok with anything, but he just loves being able to hold onto you in any way

Somehow the most aggressive cuddler ever though 💀

"Get over here!!!" *pulls you aggressively to his side* (in a loving way)

Like for real man calm down I'm not going anywhere 😭

After you sit/lay with him he calms down quite a bit though

Immediately melts in your arms and becomes a baby

He loves to hold you, but more importantly, you hold him

It brings him so much comfort

Your body heat and the smell of your perfume/cologne is enough to send him to sleep

And he totally does by the way

He's out like a light within the first 5 minutes

The most adorably stupid sleeper ever

He's not cute or elegant by any means- sebastian will be snoring and drooling while he's sprawled out on top of you

Sorry bae, you're not leaving any time soon

And if you do have to go for any reason he's whining like a baby and begging you to come back to the comfort of his arms

He is the cutest thing ever in the stupidest way- he's such a dork 💀

Ominis Gaunt 🐍

Unlike sebastian, he's very nervous to ask you for cuddles

He's laying on the couch in the undercroft and Says "can... Can I hold you? I mean- can we.. Cuddle?"

He feels you sit down and immediately grabs on to you

He wraps his arms around your waist and puts his face in your neck, inhaling your scent

Slowly pulls you down with him

HE'S SO CUTE

You're laying on top of his chest and you can hear his heartbeat going wild

He'll whisper in your ear how much he love you and he'll run his fingers through your hair

Like sebastian, he's out

Immediately he's fallen asleep

Unlike sebastian, he's a very elegant sleeper

He looks majestic honestly

He's breathing softly, eyes closed and mouth slightly parted

He always wants to hold you, but occasionally you can be the big spoon

It makes him feel safe

He's so in love with you, he always wants physical contact so cuddling is the best option 😭❤️

A/n - THIS IS THE CUTEST THING I HAVE EVER WRITTEN OMGGGGG I AM SO IN LOVE WITH THEM

ty for the request crow anon!! Excited to see more!!! (P.s maybe you can tag the end of your requests with '-🦅' or a bird emoji :D only if u want ofc!)

[synthetickitsune]

Hey how are you??

I saw that your request were open and i wanted to ask for jeonghan, like we know he holds things in his hands because it brings him comfort as he said, so do you think he'll hold his partner's chest, tummy, etc ??

It's not even because of lust or something even if he could tease like he usually does and pinch it's just for comfort and to feel his partner's warm.

Btw don't forget to stay hydrated bye (⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)⁠つ

Hey, I'm good! This was such a cute request - Jeonghan really would play with his s/o's hands, hair, or just hold them anywhere he can for comfort, he'd be so soft </3

Take care, anon! I hope you'll like this!

Jeonghan (Seventeen) | Holding you fluff | 0.6k | gn!reader

Are you always this soft and warm? Or is he just melting against you, into you, you into him. Jeonghan doesn’t know but as he rests, draped over your back, he might as well be in heaven. You’re just so… yeah, soft, warm. Perfect. Your shoulder is the best pillow he ever laid his head on and your waist was simply made for his hands to hold on to. His fingertips keep brushing against your tummy and he notices you tensing up every time they do. He’s too tired to tease properly, but maybe just a little…

“Hannie,” you warn, not sternly. It’s more of a sigh, not a tired one and he’s grateful that you’re barely ever exasperated with him - even if he doesn’t make it easy for you. It’s just a sound of acknowledgement, one that comes with living with Jeonghan and his antics for a long time. 

He smiles, kisses your shoulder before he moves his hands from your waist to slip under your shirt and rest on your soft stomach. He’s just tired, so tired. But his mind can’t seem to stop racing, thoughts refuse to slow down and he needs to be comforted. And you need to wash the dishes so this is a good compromise. He likes that you always indulge him.

He kneads with his fingers gently, applying barely any pressure against the softness, like he’s just trying if he can still move his fingers. He tries to see your expression, cracks an eye open but the angle is not in his favor. He figures you’d tell him to stop if you wanted him to anyway. It’s not like he’s doing much, some vulnerable part of his mind argues, he’s not hindering you at all so it should be alright. He just feels a little fragile and touching you warms him right to his bones, your comforting body heat seeping through his body as he keeps holding onto you.

It’s not his fault that you make him feel so safe he drifts off a little. Not exactly to sleep, just… away. He barely feels his hands moving, massaging your flesh gently and running his hands over your tummy. It’s just that the friction creates even more warmth. Not his fault. He just needs this.

“Hannie,” your voice registers in his brain again, another warning, and it makes him disoriented for a second before he realizes his hands slid up to your chest.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, laughing quietly as he soothes his hands back down and lets them settle over your stomach again. He kisses your neck, makes a soft apologetic sound. “Better? Please don’t kick me out.”

His voice is so breathy, exhaustion obvious in every syllable, and yet it sounds like it’s dripping honey. You appreciate the warmth on your back and the tender affection as much as he needs it. You’d hope he knows that.

“I won’t,” you promise, “Just give me a minute or two and we can go to bed?”

“As long as you need,” he murmurs, gratefully rubbing his cheek on your shoulder. His arms squeeze you in a weak hug before going limp again, safe for his hands still kneading at your tummy. He wonders why it helps him calm down so much to play something with his hands, why you in particular are the best stress relief. He’s in no state to figure it out right now, though. Not when he feels so safe and distanced from everything and you’re his only anchor to the world.

[vividvivy]

Heya^^ could we get some romantic headcanons about kaiser, shidou and isagi having a artist/painter prodigy s/o?

Of course you can exclude anyone if it's too much! Anyways I hope you'll have a wonderful day or night and don't forget to hydrate^^

Notes: Hellooo! First request, I'm so happy oh my gosh. I had some trouble so I'll do the rest in separate parts, hope you don't mind!! 41°C here it's so hot omg. You stay safe and hydrated too!! Also sorry it's messy, I'm still trying to improve and I hope you'll like this! 😭

Pairing: Isagi Yoichi x Reader

Type: Headcanons

Genre: Fluff, Romance

Isagi Yoichi with an Art Prodigy S/O ♡︎

He leaves you for the damn ball.

JOKE.. I'M JOKING GUYS..

Would be the most understanding and considerate among the three. I'm not sure if Yoichi will actually understand, but he's still super supportive and would listen to you and assist you when you need any help or company.

Dates with him are so cozy and peaceful.

He'd stay in an art studio or any room at all and sketch and paint with you all day long. 

I think he'd be the type to try and draw you flowers or try to make you (+ him TOGETHER!!)

He'd be over the moon if you agreed to craft anything matching him. Something simple like paper rings, matching pins or brooches, and drawings of each other!!

Would put a drawing you made or a printed pic of you in his clear case.

His phone would be you-themed. Just you, him and your work.

Bonus: If you met as schoolmates or before Blue Lock, he'd try to make small silly doodles for you in class, and if you handed him any doodles, he'd sometimes cut them and place them in his ID case or hang them in his locker and use some of them as bookmarks.

Takes you shopping (would definitely randomly buy Art supplies that caught his eye and give them to you) or anywhere at all!!

His favourite place to stay would probably be in a café or restaurant that isn't too fancy, just somewhere with cute, homey vibes and a picturesque view.

He's TRYING to keep up with you when you invite him to paint together.. (Keyword: He's trying his best.) It definitely isn't the best thing out there but A for effort.

Tbh he always improves so quickly it's scary and makes you envious and proud sometimes..

If it bothers you and he notices, he'd act more clueless on purpose and would let you just guide him??

HAS A SEPARATE SKETCH BOOK WHERE HE KEEPS HIS DRAWINGS OF YOU!!

Made a little scrapbook dedicated to the 2 of u <3

He really REAAALLY admires you and your work.

In his eyes, you and your work are the best there are aside from soccer and being the best striker there is. He could stare at your papers and canvases hung up or scattered all day, admiring each stroke and line, even the finest ones, and looking at each shaded and highlighted area in awe.

His deep blue eyes shine so brightly when they meet your paintings and illustrations, yet no other sea of stars could replicate the shine seen in his gaze when completely in awe.  In awe of you.

When you're experiencing any artblocks or frustrations regarding it, he'd be your number one helper.

If it's a better environment and inspiration you need, he'd immediately try to take you places and show you works that you've made before for more inspo. Would try taking you to a soccer field or any open area outdoors too.

Barely knows what he's doing but he's got the spirit guys!!

During hard times, he'd be the first to go by your side and help you.

Would try to be the one to pull you out when all the stress and expectations swallow you whole (Again he's TRYING but all his attempts are most likely clumsy and slightly flawed..)

[anticapitalistclown]

It's 3:47 am now , I read your Jake and vin Jin bro is a type od guy writting an i really really love it , and now i really really want Jame Lee version, so Please please make Jame lee : bro is type of guy please please

sure! <3

pd. don't forget to sleep earlier~

bro is the type of guy series

James Lee: bro is the type of guy

bro is the type of guy that drives his motorcycle dangerously fast so you hold him tight

bro is the type of guy that pays for your nails

bro is the type of guy that spoils you with whatever you want and crave for

bro is the type of guy that takes you on car rides to help you sleep better

bro is the type of guy that always has his eyes on you at the club

bro is the type of guy that makes annoyingly sure you stay hydrated

bro is the type of guy that is not scared of having your toothbrush at his place

bro is the type of guy that smirks while kissing

bro is the type of guy that sits you on his lap while listening to your rambling

bro is the type of guy that gives you forehead kisses when he greets you

bro is the type of guy that makes sure his place is also your safe space

bro is the type of guy that sends you pics of him at the gym

bro is the type of guy that texts you daily to check on you

bro is the type of guy that watches your favorite shows even if he dislikes them so you can talk about it with him

bro is the type of guy that makes love songs about you

[inkykeiji]

Vox and electrical play I'm losing my mind

I KNOW he'd zap you when you get too close to cumming, a silent signal for you to stop nnnnnnnhhhjjhhhhh

OKAY YES YES YES holy shit anon this is an absolutely delicious idea and my brain totally short-circuited (lol) when i read it ooooh my gosh

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, electrical play, edging, implied mindbreak, overstimulation words: 428

he likes to use the electricity conducted in his claws—finds it more personal, more intimate that way—and will absolutely use it to edge you. he knows your body so well, has analyzed all of your mannerisms and micro-expressions right down to every twitch and quiver and whine, so he knows how to pull you apart and painstakingly put you back together. he knows that the trembling of your thighs means you’re teetering on the edge of ecstasy; that the scratching of your nails at his wrists, his shoulders, his chest means more, more, more, fuck me harder, faster, rougher; that the rolling of your eyes, whites framed by fluttering lashes, means your brain’s turned to a pleasant buzz of incoherent static.

as such, he knows exactly when to strike.

it’s so sweet to see the way you jolt with each zap—he swears it’s one of his favourite sights, the way your flesh ripples so prettily as the current surges through your veins. he swears he can almost see it, that bolt of teal electricity racing your blood, leaving sizzling sweat beading on your skin. 

it’s so precious, how a little too much will leave you stunned and stupid, body gone rigid for a few seconds before it mollifies beneath his touch again, shimmering cords of drool oozing from your mouth and crystalline tears embellishing your eyes, glittering as they catch on the jagged strikes of cyan lightning cracking around his form.

it’s so cute when you ask him for more even after his relentless assault, your body malleable and aching, fresh burns in the shape of his claws singed into your hips and thighs, your pleads heavy with pleasure and tangled in threads of spit. it makes him feel fucking incredible, invincible, how desperate you are for him, how devoted you are to him, even as he sears your mind to nothing but pretty blue cinders. it’s beautiful; you’re beautiful with him coursing through your body—his electricity crackling in your muscles, his love fizzing in your heart, his cock stuffing your cunt to the brim. 

but what he doesn’t expect is when his warning tases evoke the opposite of the intended effect—instead of halting your orgasm, it accelerates it, the sparks zipping through your veins coalescing in the pit of your tummy and forming one dense, pulsing ball of heat, furling tighter and tighter in on itself until it explodes, your cunt convulsing around him in the cutest spasms, gushing all over his cock. 

and, oh, he just learned some very valuable information. 

author’s note: alsooo i absolutely think vox has the ability to ‘store’ energy in his claws to save it up for more intense shocks, and i think he’s obsessive and methodical with the whole process, even as he’s fucking the life out of you, analyzing which type of shock he wants to use next; something big and stinging? something that’s just going to send tiny zaps of electricity shooting through your veins? which is best for the present situation? it’s all part of the fun to him ♡

[loubella77]

Good morning :)

I’m fresh out the shower!!

Don’t forget to drink lots of water this am!

[invalidstories]

Helooo!

I read your snippet of the Villain’s Lair” and I really loved it!

I was wondering if you could please continue that! It’s really interesting and I’d love to read that again!

Thank you!

Have a great day! Don’t forget to keep yourself hydrated!🤍👍

Villain's Lair (Part 2)

Thank you for reminding me to pay attention to my neglected water bottle. 🥰 I'm really glad you like the snippet, here is part 2 of it. I don't know if this is exactly what you looking for but I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: Mentions of past abuse, disownment, mentions of being neglected, past trauma, violence, restraints

Part 1

In the dimly lit alley behind the rundown building, Villain gently lowered the henchman's child to the ground, their small frame trembling with fear. The child's tear-streaked face tugged at Villain's heartstrings, reminding them of their lost innocence.

"Everything is alright, little one," Villain murmured softly, crouching down to meet the child's gaze. "You're safe now. We'll stay here until your father comes for you."

The child nodded, clutching onto Villain's hand with trembling fingers. The moment didn't last long as Villain spotted the other villain hurtling towards them, with a dangerous smile playing at their lips. With a reassuring squeeze of the child's hand, they straightened up, their mind already racing ahead to the next task at hand.

Villain prepared to confront their enemy, they braced themselves, ready to fight the other villain in a desperate bid to protect the child and their secrets.

But before Villain could move, a figure darted forward with speed, intercepting the threat with a swift, well-placed blow to the head. The other villain crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

"Villain?" the voice spoke, surprise evident in their voice.

Startled, Villain squinted to see Hero standing at the entrance, their expression a mix of surprise and suspicion. The villain's muscles tensed, ready to defend themselves against the hero's attack.

But to their surprise, Hero made no move to attack. Instead, they approached cautiously. "What are you doing here?" Hero demanded.

Villain hesitated, weighing their options. Should they reveal their true intentions to Hero, or stick to their carefully constructed facade? They decided to be honest, as Hero already knew about the child.

"I was just dropping off henchman's child," Villain replied, their tone guarded. "Making sure they're safe."

Hero turned to face Villain, their gaze piercing. "Enough games, Villain," they said with a firm voice. "You just pulled up a new version of yourself from the past few days and decided that it is perfectly normal. People don't change overnight."

Villain sighed, "You're acting like we're best friends now, and you've known me for so long that you know what I'm like. Why does it concern you, you should probably be concerned about how regularly you wash your dirty suit."

"Number one, I wash my very clean suit every day," Hero scofted. "I just want to know what's really going on, and what's driving you to do all of this?" They asked.

Villain hesitated, caught off guard by the concern in Hero's voice. For a moment they considered brushing off the inquiry with a dismissive remark, but something in Hero's gaze gave them pause.

With a heavy sigh, Villain relented, their shoulders slumping in resignation. "It's... kind of complicated, and you probably won't believe me," they began, their voice tinged with regret. "You see, this started before I became the villain."

As Villain recounted their past to Hero, the weight of their childhood burdens seemed to grow heavier with each word. "I was forced into this life," they confessed, their voice wavering. "My parents were cruel and abusive, pushing me into a world of crime even though I didn't want to. You'd find it funny that I wanted to become a doctor."

Hero's heart ached at the sympathy, trying to understand the depth of pain and suffering that Villain had endured. They listened carefully as Villain described the beatings and the threats that were a part of the harsh environment of their upbringing.

"My parents disowned me when I was still a teenager," Villain continued, their voice laced with bitterness. "They saw me as nothing more than a tool to be used and discarded, and I was cast out into the streets with nothing to my name."

Villain told them how they found solace in the only world they knew, the world of crime and villainy. It was a familiar territory to them, and all they have ever known.

"But as I continued, I realized that I didn't want to continue the cycle of violence and abuse that had defined my life," Villain confessed, "I wanted to make a difference, and ensure that others didn't suffer the same fate."

Driven by a newfound purpose, Villain took it upon themselves to protect those who were vulnerable and powerless, such as children of their henchmen. They couldn't change the past, but they could shape the future, ensuring that no child would be forced into a life of crime and despair as they had been.

"And so, I did what I can to help them. I may still be known as a villain, that's probably all I'll ever be, but at least these kids will have a choice," Villain explained, their voice tinged with sadness as they glanced at the child.

As Villain finished their story, Hero felt embarrassed, "I... I always thought you were just a ruthless murderer," Hero admitted, "And so cold, always so... unfeeling."

"It's reasonable," they replied, their voice measured. "That's the image I've been trying to create over the years – it's how I protect myself from being betrayed or attacked."

Hero nodded. "I'm sorry," they murmured, "I should have realized that."

The criminal didn't reply, or meet their gaze. Villain's expression was neutral again, transforming them into their former self except for the hand holding the child's.

The silence was interrupted by a soft groan from the shadows. Turning, they saw the other villain they had subdued moments ago beginning to stir.

"We should tie them up before they wake," Hero suggested.

Villain nodded in agreement, their cold demeanor returning as they approached the unconscious villain. They bound the villain's hands and feet, ensuring they posed no immediate threat.

As looked at the villain tying knots, Hero couldn't help but think back to the conversation they had with Villain. "This one," Hero began cautiously, "they mentioned something about knowing that you were trying to keep the children of your henchmen out of your activities. And that's why they were after the child."

Villain paused. "I suspected as much," they replied, their voice quiet.

Hero's mind raced with possibilities. "We need to find out who else knows about this," they said, gesturing at the unconscious villain, "And I'll bring him back to the headquarters."

Villain nodded in agreement, their expression changing into something unreadable.

As they separated in different ways, they learned that despite their differences, they were united in their desire to protect the innocent and ensure a better future for those who hadn't been so lucky.

"The past cannot be changed. The future is yet in your power."

Masterlist

[alwaysandonlyahole]

We talk on an app for a few weeks and you seem so sweet and respectful. You have never been with a trans guy before but you tell me that you are bi and it doesn't matter to you. I am so excited to go on our first date and dress up in my best fake boy clothes. It doesn't fool anyone. I look like a little boy at best but usually just a lesbian or tomboy.

You ask if you can give me a hug and I feel so safe around you so against my better judgement I agree to go to your place after dinner. You bring me some water and I don't think as I gulp it down, we joke about staying hydrated and when I start feeling a little out of it I think it's just being nervous around a guy I like so much.

I forget my act when you kiss me and keen like a little kitten. The least manly noise you can imagine. I'm so desperate to be touched, it's been so long since I trusted someone enough to let them this close. I'm so light headed and infatuated with you I would do anything so I'm perfectly compliant when you guide us to your bedroom.

On the bed you climb on top of me and I realize in a haze that you have gotten me out of my boy clothes and I'm down to a binder and boxers. You laugh and something about it snaps me back to attention. You lean down and whisper into my ear.

"I'm going to rape my child into you. You're going to be my good girl from now on."

No malice or even threat. Just a matter of fact. I try and scream, to fight, but my voice and arms are so weak. All I can do is whimper and cry as you rip my binder off and start to play with my little tits.

"these will fill out when you get that garbage out of your blood and they'll be bigger than ever with the baby comes."

I try to scream again but it comes out as a sad little moan as you suck on my nipples and my cunt drips in response against my will. When you pull off my boxers you see this and laugh at me. You shove two thick fingers in and they come out slick with evidence of my undeniable biology.

"Look, you are a good girl. Deep down you know what you are for. Now lay back and enjoy. You can thank me later for saving you from your stupid delusion."

Tears are streaming from my eyes as you shove your thick cock in to me, I can't help but moan, I hate it, I would rather die than be impregnated, filled up by a real man, walking around so hugely and undeniably female but it feels so good. My little cunt is twitching around you and you laugh at me.

"you really just came from just one pump? Your body is so desperate to be breed. Don't worry. I'm going to keep you and breed you for the rest of your life. Your going to forget what it was ever like to not have my child in you."

I can't stop my stupid body, I have never hated anyone more but my hips rise up to met your thrust and I come over and over as you pump load after load of your seed into my greedy little hole.

This is my life now, your breeding slave.

[lets-try-some-writing]

Heya! Hope you're doing well <3

So I have a world building question that I've been curious about for a while now, and I hope you're interested in answering; what would Cybertronian literature be like? Would they have fictional stories, or would it mostly be history texts and such?

If they did have fictional stories, I doubt they would have many, if any, romance books since they're obviously not a romantic species like humans. Would superhero stories with outliers be a thing? (Can't remember if outliers are viewed as bad or not). Would fantasy stories with like, Predacons be popular or would they be frowned upon with some mechs because of their history with them? (Looking at you, Kup and Autoway)

Hm, I wonder if stories with organic aliens would be a hit or not...

Considering how well Cybertron was doing before the war, I'd imagine their fiction stories weren't at the level and/or had the amount that are on Earth. Or would it have nothing to do with the state of Cybertron and more with that it was scoffed at?

My brain is just going wild with all the ways that this could turn out, but what I really, really want to know if they have fanfiction. Wait, would Orion write fanfiction??!! Dammit, Orion fangirling over a character has taken root in my brain

That wraps that whirlwind of an ask. Don't forget to not overwork yourself and stay hydrated! ❤️

Lore time?!?! Fantastic. So sorry its been *counts fingers* three to four months??? The writing vibe has been very picky as of late. Doing my best over here to answer asks from months back o(￣┰￣*)ゞ

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Literature on Cybertron is a curious thing. Culture varies wildly from city to city, but due to governmental influence everywhere, a large portion of the consumable literature on the datanet follows a certain structure. Information is highly controlled, and thus, only literature that supports or otherwise agrees with the government is allowed to exist on any public platform. Things that do not conform with the regulations put down are deleted immediately. Thus the literature that is deemed "safe" is often bland, preachy, or straight up propaganda. While Cybertron's population may have tolerated the Council due to a lack of fighting capability at the time, they also weren't fools. Not a spark enjoyed the aft kissing works produced by those who couldn't be bothered to be original.

Thus the underbelly of literature came into being, a hidden series of trade networks and secret websites created to keep the quality writing safe from the Council. Most of the hidden works consisted of data from all over the planet, the things that the Council kept hidden. Police reports, body cam videos, documents, records, trade reports, incident reports, historical documents struck from the records, information on mecha who "vanished", and so much more. Everything one could ever want information was was down there in the dark parts of the datanet. Such things always came with a price attached.

If one wanted data, it needed to be paid for. Shanix was too easy to track, and so instead information was traded. Data for data, knowledge for knowledge. It was in the darker parts of the datanet that the Archives collected much of their... more confidential information. Alpha Trion never tolerated the loss of critical information and there were whole groups under his control dedicated to collecting what he wanted from those who possessed the knowledge. There were entire wars online when it came to data, some that even resulted in doxing and death. The world was dangerous, and with the Council hunting for any and all information, literature was a prized resource reserved for those with the ability to trade for it. Orion and Soundwave both were very well oriented with the trading performed on the datanet. They were well known under their online tags and both maintained very active information broking circles up until the war began. Even then, both managed to keep weaseling data out of their sources up until Cybertron went dark.

Then of course there was the less professional corners of the darker parts of the datanet. Works of fiction were by no means unusual, but they were only produced by mecha with certain... tastes. Most were not lacking in imagination, but rather the ability to make their visions legible. The ability to properly produce a work of fiction was, more often than not, difficult for the average mech to do. Most works of fiction came from the middle castes or the upper lower castes. Higher caste bots were not allowed to write anything serious for fear of backlash, and the lower castes simply did not have the time more often than not. As such, only the highly biased middle castes had any ability to produce fiction at all.

Sci-fi did not exist as a genre, for quite obvious reasons. More often than not, what fiction came into being tended to fall into several categories which matched the desires of the middle castes. Courtly drama was a world renown and beloved genre. Every mech ran into a work in the genre at least once, and the themes usually revolved around the main character either climbing the social ladder to get into the higher castes or somehow evading their hold to achieve something. It was wish fulfillment at its finest, but the middle castes adored the genre as it satisfied the desires they had. Ratchet wrote one surprisingly well performing novel about climbing the ladder to become CMO. It was based off his own experiences, and while not exactly popular, medics everywhere all universally knew of his novel, although not a spark knew he wrote it.

The second biggest genre was rather specific, and it happened to be the caste change genre. Every bot wished they were something else for the most part. As such, there was a plethora of documents that focused around a mech from one caste either moving up or down the chain and having to adapt to the new way of life. The cultural differences around Cybertron played their part in the caste change genre as mecha from all over the planet learned from and wrote their novels. Many serious misconceptions came from the novels of that type, but it tended to create a sense of tolerance amongst the population more often than not. Even still, there were more than a few crimes committed due to rather ridiculous misunderstandings regarding local culture from individuals who only learned from novels. While not common knowledge, Starscream wrote an incredibly well received novel with completely made up cultural norms for Vos that were so widely accepted that grounders everywhere got arrested en mass until the government stepped in. Starscream has yet to stop finding it amusing.

The third most popular genre was the only one the lower castes could feasibly relate to, and it happened to be about police and murder mystery. The stories had no set formula, unlike the prior two popular genres. However they almost always involved the main character eliminating some scum of the Earth, uncovering a deep dark secret, or putting an end to a horrific criminal underworld. It was pure wish fulfillment from middle caste mecha who knew just enough to want to change things, but didn't have the guts to actually go out and take a stand. Jazz wrote his fair share of novels relating to the subject, one of which became so popular that he ended up changing his identity twice and faked his death once in order to escape any connection to it. He didn't learn until vorns later that his novel, which was based on a real mystery, had actually solved a well covered Council kept secret.

Lastly there was the religiously oriented works of fiction. The genre itself was incredibly niche due to the differing beliefs and delicate nature of faith on Cybertron. But the few who wrote for the subject were masters of their craft. Usually they were artist renditions of old tales, retellings of myth and legend, or even fictional takes on the lives of old Primes. Highly heretical in nature, very few stepped into the genre of Primacy related anything. The Council was always on the lookout for such novels, and thus those who wrote them were far more likely to vanish under mysterious circumstances. What novels were written often didn't last long. The only three novels that made it out alive amidst the harsh censoring happened to be a set of novels written by Orion Pax in collaboration with Senator Shockwave and a novel done by none other than D-16 himself. The three novels all showed urban legends and tales from all three castes and were beloved globally, even if every physical copy was destroyed on sight.

Orion, and later Optimus Prime largely forgot about his written work. Unbeknownst to him, Megatron has kept a copy of his work and the two other novels. He has no clue Optimus and Shockwave wrote them, but he adores them and have lovingly gone into English teacher mode more times than one could count to find the deeper meaning behind everything. Humanity's love for 1984, To Kill a Mockingbird, and Dante's Inferno is the level of adoration Megatron holds for the three novels on his shelf.

There were other stories of course. Fantasy novels set far into Cybertron's distant past made purely off imagination and globally mocked by those who lived long enough to see the early days of Cybertron. A genre akin to Romance that focused on companionship and starcrossed designs put in place by Primus. Strange tales made by those on Colony worlds going into depth on organics and their cultures. Heroic stories focusing around Primus's chosen and champions of the people. Underdog tales with Outliers coming out of hiding or breaking their bonds to be free and express themselves as they saw fit...

The stories were diverse, but all were hidden. Every mech read them, but none spoke of them aloud. Literature was the quiet universal culture of Cybertron prior to the war.