#these two are fun :)

[smolavidreader]

Recently started playing Xenoblade Chronicles Definitive edition a few weeks ago. I’m not finished but damn Shulk and Alvis are something and whatever they are isn’t straight.

[howdoyoudothedew]

I saw the fic you wrote recently. Can you do Soundrod number 48 Rampage?

When bots looked at Soundwave and Hot Rod, they expected Soundwave to be the more unhinged of the two. If either of them went on a rampage, or became violent, obviously it would be Soundwave. Neither of them were really sure why this was since, despite Soundwave's constant noise, Hot Rod was the louder of the two. He was the one getting in more trouble, in more fights, in more everything. Maybe it was because Soundwave used to be a decepticon and Hot Rod used to be an autobot, back when those two things actually mattered. Either way, that was why it came as a surprise to most bots (Bumblebee wasn't very surprised and Optimus responded with little more than a parental sigh) when Hot Rod nearly went ballistic after Lazerbeak returned without Soundwave. His eyes glowed like his very spark might leak out of them and when he transformed to follow Lazerbeak, he nearly skid out multiple times trying to stay behind the bird. Optimus and Bee followed just to make sure he wouldn't hurt himself.

When bots looked at Soundwave and Hot Rod, they expected Hot Rod to be the softer of the two. If either of them spoke softly, or initiated gentle touches, obviously it would be Hot Rod. Neither of them were really sure why this was since, despite Hot Rod's protective streak, Soundwave was the one with Lazerbeak. He was the one who quietly comforted bots, who made sure Hot Rod refueled, who kept watch while others recharged. Maybe it was because Hot Rod used to be an autobot and Soundwave used to be a decepticon, back when those two things actually mattered. Either way, that was why it came as a surprise to most bots (Starscream wasn't very surprised and Megatron responded with little more than an eyeroll) when Hot Rod returned with Soundwave and Soundwave immediately washed his servos of dried energon, leaving soft kisses on his digits and palm. The music playing from his speakers was soft instrumentals as he bandaged the healing cracks in the metal, before he supported a protesting Hot Rod to Ratchet to look at what he couldn't fix. Optimus and Bee waved away the curious bots the other two never noticed.

Maybe what the other bots overlooked was that Hot Rod and Soundwave were a lot more similar than what anybot but themselves knew. But, of course, neither of them really cared about that.

[lordansketil]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-1010 | Fox & Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious Characters: Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, CC-1010 | Fox Additional Tags: Gen or Pre-Slash, CC-1010 | Fox Has No Jedi Series: Part 5 of Conversations Between Foxes Summary:

"Honour is an idea, commander, and every culture understands it differently. But, if we are speaking strictly of ijaat – I believe that’s the Mandalorian term – then I fear that I have no honour to give you… only purpose."

[omegablade0]

The twin wardens Caroline and Justine from Persona 5. I need to finish my playthrough of P5R, but basically playing it back to back with P5 vanilla was a bit draining

[azikarue]

Life in Color : Chapter 26 : Pirate

King, Queen | FFN Rating: K+ | FFN Link ❖ “It’s a shame you have a moral compass now; we could be making a killing off of these parts.”

King rolled his eyes at his sister’s rueful remark. He shot a look her way, but she wasn’t paying attention, too busy running her fingers along a tray of attack rings like they were precious jewels. King recognized them at once as her personal collection of favorites from their parts-hunting days, all carefully packed in a custom case. They were one of the last things they’d placed in the storage unit before closing it up. King hadn’t thought he’d see them again so soon.

Though, he hadn’t thought a company like BEGA would come along and lock away all beyblading parts and components behind a membership, either.

“Pack a box and come on,” he ordered, already feeling agitated from the cramped space and his own intentions hanging over his head.

Ever since their stint with Dr. K and their loss against the Bladebreakers, King and Queen had done their best to give up their old ways and battle fairly. King, especially, found himself exhausted by all the dishonesty and the tangled web of lies and half-truths they’d been fed to further Dr. K’s agenda.

In retrospect, he realized that he’d lost sight of the reason he began beyblading in the first place when he started focusing on the parts he had, instead of how far he could push himself in battle. He knew it came from the days when he and Queen used to gamble their own parts in an effort to build the beyblades of their dreams.

Back then, that was the only access they had to top of the line parts. By the time they could buy them on their own, they’d gotten too greedy and preferred to steal what they wanted. It took battling Tyson to make him realize that the parts weren’t what made them good – it was all the battles they fought as they built their collection and the opponents who forced them to level up.

With that realization, the whole BEGA takeover immediately rubbed him the wrong way.

They were putting too much weight on the pro title, handing kids membership cards and telling them that was all they needed when, in reality, it took years of hard work and discipline to reach the top. Refusing to sell parts to anyone without a BEGA ID made things even worse because it made buying parts feel like a luxury. Kids were waving their BEGA cards around and stripping entire shelves of blading gear because they could, but most of them hadn’t fully mastered their beginner blades yet.

Not only that, but it happened too fast. King had learned the hard way what happened when you blindly trusted a loser with an ego making big promises. The ‘moral compass’ Queen made fun of hated seeing a bunch of kids taken advantage of.

And if Tyson wasn’t backing BEGA…

Well, King didn’t consider it a good sign.

“Whenever you’re ready,” Queen sighed. She had a cardboard box in her arms and a bored expression on her face. King knew she thought he was blowing the BEGA thing out of proportion, but at least she agreed to help. Even if part of the reason she did was because she’d get a suped up blade out of the deal; her own case of parts was on top of the box she was carrying.

King sifted through a few more boxes until he was able to put one together that had a decent variety of parts. He closed it up, wincing at the grating sound of cardboard scraping, and hoisted it onto his shoulder. With a nod of his head, Queen followed him out of their storage unit. Her foot only tapped a little bit waiting for him to lock it up.

Back out on the streets, they turned in unison and headed towards the nearest subway station. When they’d gotten the storage unit, King purposefully chose one a handful of stops away from their apartment. He didn’t want it to be inconvenient, but it felt less tempting to pore through their stash of amassed parts if they weren’t right down the street. And, with the reputation they’d garnered for themselves, it was safer to keep most of their parts away from home.

Over the past year of walking the straight and narrow, they hadn’t made a single trip out to the unit, though they paid for it monthly. Instead, they honed their skills with the beyblades they had, replacing parts as needed with the handful they kept laying around.

Carrying the boxes through the city, now, felt illicit.

Queen didn’t seem bothered. When they took their seats on the train, she plucked a lethal-looking attack ring from her collection and twirled it around in her fingers.

“Stop frowning, King,” she said without taking her eyes off the attack ring. “We’re not doing anything illegal and BEGA isn’t combing the streets of Tokyo for unaccounted-for parts.”

King’s frown, ever-present these days, deepened as the doors hissed shut. “Technically, we’re in possession of stolen property,” he said, keeping his voice low even though the only other people in their car had headphones on. “In case you forgot how we have so many parts in the first place.”

Queen just laughed and said, “If you want to get technical about it, they’re winnings. We didn’t steal anything.”

“Tell that to all the kids who ever begged us to let them keep their beyblades,” he shot back, angry at her flippancy. To Queen this might be an amusing jaunt into their past habits, but King felt like they were taking steps backward on a slippery slope. “If all you’re looking to do is get your kicks on a power trip and make other bladers miserable again, then I can do this without you.”

Anger flashed in Queen’s eyes.

King balled his hands into fists on top of the box in his lap and leveled her with a fixed stare.

“I mean it,” he said. “If you want to face off against somebody, make it the cocky bladers who hold their precious BEGA memberships over other people’s heads. I don’t even care if you ask them to put their parts on the line once our stores run low. But these—,” he paused to rap on the top of the box and make sure he had Queen’s attention, “—are for anybody who needs parts but doesn’t have access to them.

“The sport of beyblading isn’t something some company can buy and sell as it pleases. If BEGA wants to limit parts sales to its members, I’ll sell them to everyone else myself at a fraction of the cost.”

Queen sat in stunned silence for a minute. “A fraction?” she asked and raised both of her eyebrows.

“We got them for free,” King reminded her with a halfhearted glare. If there weren’t going to be certain risks and costs involved, he wouldn’t charge at all.

His sister laughed and sat back in her seat.

“You had me at ‘put their parts on the line’,” she said, tossing the attack ring in the air and catching it in her fist. “There are plenty of gullible losers out there buying parts because they have a magic card that lets them. I’d love to take them down a peg.”

King sighed. At least she had spirit. Maybe her own moral compass would come with time. In the meanwhile, there were just as many struggling beybladers out there as there were gullible losers, and he would do whatever he could to get them the parts that they needed.

[quidfree]

If you're still doing the wip ask thing either the word rain or night. Whichever you prefer 💜

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i didn't have any for rain so have two for night!

[mysterycitrus]

lbr he doesnt stand a chance against a real clownoisseur

[onefey]

you're going about your normal day when, suddenly, surprise! you've been pokémon mystery dungeon'd!

unfortunately, due to budget cuts, the pokémon assigning quiz has been canceled. instead, you must spin THE WHEEL, assigning you a random, unevolved, non-legendary and non-mythical pokémon. you must now go on some sort of world-saving adventure as this pokémon. good luck!

tell me in the tags what you rolled, and how you feel about it - for bonus points, you can spin the wheel again for (or just take your pick of) a pokémon to be your partner.

bonus rules:

you're not shiny unless the wheel tells you you're shiny

take your pick of regional forms and evolutions (for example, if you roll vulpix, it's up to you whether that means normal or alolan vulpix)

apply whatever logic you like with regards to gender

have fun and be yourself!

[corrodedparadox]

⚠️

[danidoodels]

They're twins your honor

[shigure]

it's so beethover / we're so bach

[catsharky]

Create cool summer treats for your vampire with this one neat trick

[keymintt]

a comic/zine about coyotes

[soranker]

98 lovemail doodles >_<

[chloesimaginationthings]

IDK what William Afton expected to happen in FNAF..