#they did maximus dirty :

[luckycaricature]

Just finished the fallout show. That ending was bullshit :/

[justabratsworld]

Be Careful For What You Wish For

Cw: noncon, mans did not pull out

It was the 12th of December when Maximus first saw her. His never ending world of darkness had finally ended. (Y/n) was a whirlwind of emotions. She brought about feelings Maximus forgotten. As the days turned into night, Maximus found himself watching her sleep.

Normally he would chase away whoever moved in his old home but he can’t bring himself to do it this time. Watching (y/n) do her day to day routine stirred something within him.

When he was still alive he wasn’t someone who felt love like other people did. Maximus would get consumed by an obsessive love, driven by a need for possession. He would need to be the only person his lover needed and wanted. Sure he got his hands dirty from time to time in order to get rid of competition but it was all for love.

One night, (y/n) was staring at the full moon. Tears flowing down her face and she kept pleading the universe to send her someone that would love her. Someone who would appreciate her and who would be loyal.

Hearing this, Maximus took this as an invitation to take her for his own. Before (y/n) could react, Maximus made his move. His hands grabbed her arms and pulled her close. The scent of peaches filled his nose as he dug his face into her head. Her body felt nice against his. (Y/n) struggled, her eyes wide with terror, but Maximus was stronger than he looked. He bound (y/n)’s hands and feet with rope. His heart twisting with a cruel pleasure as he saw the fear in his beloved’s eyes, the realization dawning on her face that she was trapped.

'Don't be afraid, my love,' he said, his voice now a soft coo as he gently caressed her face. 'You are safe with me. I will protect you, keep you safe from the world, from harm.'

(Y/n)’s face paled. A million thoughts were going through her head as she tried to figure out who was doing this. Whenever he spoke it sounded like he was in front of her but she saw no one. When she looked in the mirror she saw no reflection. But his fingers caressing her sides and his breath on her neck felt real.

The ropes around her feet loosened as she felt her legs spread apart. (Y/n)’s heart dropped when she felt her pajama pants and underwear slipping down her legs.

‘Don’t worry my love, once we bounds our souls together, you will see the man who has been worshipping the ground you walk on since you moved here’ Maximus whispered in her eat (Y/n)’s pretty eyes were screwed shut as she kept shaking her head no. She didn’t want whatever this is. When she asked the universe for a passionate lover she didn’t mean this.

Maximus dropped to his knees, pulling (y/n)’s underwear down to expose her glistening pussy. He wasted no time in burying his face in her, his tongue lapping at her dripping wetness. (Y/n)’s moans grew louder as he forced an orgasm out of her.

Maximus stood up, his cock throbbing with need. He grabbed (y/n)’s hips, pulling her close as he thrust into her. Watching his love cry out and throwing her head back as he filled her made him feral. He began to fuck her with a primal need, his hips slamming into her with each powerful thrust.

Feeling himself on the edge, Maximus knew he couldn't hold back any longer. With a final thrust, he exploded inside her, filling her pussy with his hot cum. (Y/n) gasped, her body shaking as she felt him cum inside her.

‘Now we are one my love’

A/n: first time writing a sex scene 🥴 let me know if i need to add anymore cw

[lost-in-fandoms]

Obsessed with tarzan!Max and his preference for wearing Daniel's shirts. Now I'm wondering how Daniel feels about this? 👀 and when he gets them back, are they a little stretched out from Max's broader shoulders? Smell more like his earthy musk and sweat than soap?

Hi friend <3

I think daniel is very smug about clearly being max's favorite and he's quickly grown very fond of him so he likes that max seems to prefer his shirts. I think he gives up a couple for the cause so that max gets to keep them.

maybe max has some nesting habits? has a few places where he likes to sleep and to make them cozier he likes to make little nest-beds with grass and leaves and maybe birds feathers? and he adds the tshirts to them too. but daniel can't exactly give all his shirts away, so he asks for most of them back and at first max is very confused because daniel gave it to him? that's his now? and they have to explain to him the concept of borrowing and sharing lol

the tshirts are a bit stretched out, not much because max is bigger, because daniel likes his tshirts oversized anyway, but because max fiddles with them a lot, tugging them and tying them when they get in the way, and maybe getting stuck in them a few times when trying to get them off.

and daniel won't admit it, probably not even to himself at first, but he likes to see max in his clothes. at first he tells himself it's because he just prefers max to be clothed (liar, he liked to ogle at his strong body) but then he has to admit he prefers when he's in his clothes. because it makes max feel a little closer, not like someone who could just disappear in the jungle at a moment notice and never come back, and because it feels like max is a little more his, not as free and wild. someone he could keep. even if i don't think daniel is at a "i like max" stage quite yet.

and yes, the clothes are to be washed when max gives them back, because even if none of them is that careful with not getting dirty since they're in the middle of the jungle, max seems to make them three times dirtier by climbing trees and laying on the ground and jumping into rivers and hanging out with all sorts of animals. but daniel doesn't mind. and if the clothes still smell a bit like max even after being washed (they just have a limited amount of soap and river water it's not like they can do miracles) he's not going to complain about it.

maybe one time he has no clean tshirts left, between max stealing and/or wearing them and the fact that they don't do the washing too often, and instead of being a normal person and asking one of the other guys for one he decides to wear one max had already worn and isn't (surprisingly) too dirty. he finds himself bringing the collar up to his nose to smell it way too often lol (i know what you are...)

this also made me think about max cuddling up to daniel to sleep. he has a weird sleep schedule, is up a lot during the night and take a few naps during the day, and he likes to check on his usual spots, but he almost always come back when the night is almost heading into dawn and curls up around daniel, pressing his face against daniel's neck.

the first time he did it, daniel startled so hard he hit max and max had ran away like a kicked puppy. daniel had to work pretty hard to convince him to come back and that they weren't fighting and yes max was allowed in the tent, no daniel wasn't marking his territory. but now daniel expects it and lets max be his big spoon <3

wait wait hold on, i was pressing post and had another thought!

obviously max doesn't have a name right? because why would he. so daniel gets to give him one and goes for something ridiculously excessive like maximus emilian the first of his name, or something like that. max for short <3

[vicsy]

maxiel, divorce

somewhat inspired by the latest vlog Daniel posted

When Lando asked, it was nothing but a dumb joke.

"So, who's gonna get Martjin in the divorce?"

Daniel laughed it off, then, and lobbed a padel ball at him. Lando flipped him off, squawking, I'm on your fucking team, mate. On the other side of the court, Martjin patted Max on the back, giving Daniel a faux dirty look. Max said something to him, probably in Dutch, probably devising a convoluted strategy that had no way of actually working. Their net game sucked major balls.

"Alrighty, whoever loses this game admits that Baku was his fault!" Daniel said, awfully cheerful for someone who's been baking in the sun for an hour and a half, but he got that open, full body laugh out of Max.

The win followed by the skin of their teeth, at the cost of Lando's scraped knee and twenty minutes of continuous complaining. Max sulked all the way back to the villa. Daniel pinched the skin over his ribs when it was just the two of them in the spacious room overlooking the sea.

"Aw, you're still such a sore loser," Daniel cooed and it earned him a jab in the midsection, courtesy of Max's custom padel racket. "You wound me, Maximus!"

"And you know what you are?" next thing, Daniel was flat on his back, landing on the bed with the most undignified sound. Max climbed on top, straddling his hips. He jabbed a finger into Daniel's chest. "Je bent mijn alles."

"That's too long just to call me an asshole," Daniel pointed out, a smartass in his own right. He was mostly interested in getting Max out of that horrendous Red Bull polo so he could lick a stripe down from the hollow of Max's throat and press his tongue to Max's puffy nipples.

"I said that you are worse than a sore loser, Daniel."

"Hm. Think someone's using my language skills against me," Daniel pretended to ponder this idea, running his palms up and down Max's thighs. He looked so beautiful in the low lamplight; softer in a way that made Daniel think of home. Gezelligheid. "Say it again?"

Max did, giggling with exasperation, and Daniel repeated after him, horribly butchering the whole phrase over and over again, until Max got sick of it and kissed the mispronounced syllables off his lips. Talking was overrated anyway.

Next time, it's Daniel who says it, no trace of humor coloring his voice.

"Sure, whatever, I'll fucking leave," he shrugs Martjin's hand off his shoulder and dusts the look of pity off his thousand dollar getup. "Guess Max is getting you in the divorce after all, yeah?"

Daniel didn't have the habit to half-ass anything. In the disastrous fallout, he went full scorched-earth and Max answered him tenfold. They took everybody down with them. Standing in the crowded club in Saint-Tropez three months into the aftermath, Martjin lodged in between like the final barricade on the battlefield, Daniel lets his pride choke him.

He doesn't have to possess some exceptional lip reading skills to distinguish Max saying dickhead and coward, gesturing wildly, three top buttons of the white, linen shirt he's wearing unbuttoned, exposing reddish, sunburnt skin. Next to him Lando looks like he'd rather be anywhere else. Good, Daniel prefers him as far as possible, maybe somewhere on the ocean floor.

"Daniel, come on," Martjin pleads. The music blaring in the club drowns out most of what he says. Daniel watches his lips move and hears static in his ears. "I'm not taking sides."

But he does. Daniel really could only blame himself but he'd rather eat his racing shoes than shoulder it all by himself. Max was all in, too. He proved it when he went all out.

There was a gaping hole in Daniel's chest and he couldn't tell if the blood on Max's hands was his or if it belonged to the two of them.

"'Course, mate," Daniel lifts his arms up in mock surrender. Each word on his tongue leaves an acid burn. He grabs Martjin by the elbow and gets into his face, manic idea hanging over his head like a guillotine. "Hey, so. For old times sake, can I ask you something? No biggie."

Martjin makes a face but nods. Daniel gets close to his ear and straight up yells that weird, Dutch phrase Max told him a lifetime ago, in a room of a villa that saw them untainted. It never sat right with him. He's sure the pronunciation is royally fucked up but Martjin's stunned reaction tips off an alarm in Daniel's brain.

"Max told you that?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Daniel sees Lando thrust a gin and tonic into Max's hands only to have the glass pushed back, spilling liquid on the floor. Daniel whole body twitches.

"Does it meant that I'm a sore loser or was Max fucking with me?" he asks, straight to the point.

Martjin glances at Max over his shoulder, then turns back around, mouth pulled into a thin line.

"It means," he says, hesitantly. Daniel isn't even paying attention to him anymore, not really. His eyes are glued to Max just standing out there — too close and too far — his lovely lips parted on something unspoken, shoulders tense like he's squaring off for a fight and the look of distress all over his face. Daniel feels sick with it. He wants out. "In Dutch, uh. What Max said, it means–"

Daniel's patient runs dry.

"Fucking, what?"

"You're my everything."

Send me a ship/character(s) and a one word prompt and I will write a 5 sentence fic about it.

[goldeaglefire1]

excuse me for one moment. I need to expose all the non-Transformers fans to the name overlap between Beast Wars and G1 because some of these examples are so fucking funny

"what are you talking about" glad you asked! you see, all the way back in the 90s, Transformers was actually dangerously close to getting canned entirely because after Generation 1 - that being the original toyline and cartoon - Hasbro attempted to continue the success with what they called Generation 2, and it sold like ass. Beast Wars was the solution to that issue, and it worked! the toys sold exceptionally well, the cartoon was well-received, everyone lived happily-ever after

except. because Beast Wars was an effort to revive the franchise it was effectively treated as a soft reboot. it was not a reboot (keep that in mind for later) but the people naming the characters weren't afraid to use names that were already used for G1 characters. this makes things exceptionally funny in hindsight considering how wildly different these characters can be from the original Transformer with their name

now. come along with me. let's journey through these name overlaps together.

going in no particular order (well maybe SOME order because I'm saving the funniest bit for last), let's start off with Scorponok

now, Scorponok is a name that kinda got passed around like a blunt later on in the Transformers series, but we're just focusing on the Beast Wars and G1 versions since that's the important comparison here. so! In Beast Wars, Scorponok is more or less your basic evil goon. guy who goes "you got it boss!" and then fucks it up immediately in comedic fashion. classic. so what did the original Scorponok do exactly?

well, you see, G1 Scorponok was the rival to Fortress goddamn Maximus. If you don't know who that is - which, honestly, is probably most of you - that is the Transformer who, and I cannot emphasize this enough, turns into an entire city. There are several of those fuckers but Fort Max is like. the OG guy who turns into a city. and G1 Scorponok was meant to be his rival.

so, I have to say, dear god can you imagine the amount of pressure that's on BW Scorponok. imagine sharing a name with the guy who regularly fistfought an actual fucking city. insane.

moving on, Silverbolt!

In Beast Wars, Silverbolt is a guy who turns into a wolf-eagle hybrid ("what-" toyline gimmick don't worry about it) who acts like a chivalrous knight with very clear cut black and white views - which, considering his teammates include Rattrap, the guy who gleefully uses every dirty trick in the book to pull ahead of the stronger, tougher Predacons, and [[REDACTED]], who defected from the Predacons but is still perfectly willing to use their methods from time to time, makes for. interesting conversations! anyway, G1 Silverbolt is the guy in charge of the Aerialbots, those guys being a combiner team who forms Superion, who is. The first big Autobot combiner I'm fairly sure? I don't actually know anything about G1 Silverbolt besides that I apologize to all the Aerialbot fans

speaking of guys who were named after combiner components! Rampage!

hooooooo BOY does Beast Wars Rampage make a fucking impression. result of a Maximal experiment gone horribly, horribly wrong, before the entire plot of the show happened he was given to out main cast of do-gooders with the explicit instructions of "please just dump him on a rock in space somewhere where he can't kill people or eat people or BOTH because we can't fucking kill him and we want him very far away from us." unfortunately, the plot happens, and Rampage breaks loose, causing everyone involved to have a very bad day, only punctuated when Megatron manages to get him nominally on the side of the Predacons by cutting his heart in half and putting said half in a cage he could squeeze as a sort of "leash."

this is the basics, by the way. I haven't even gotten into the whole ass guy who comes to prehistoric Earth specifically to kill Rampage. like. my god. there really isn't anything G1 Rampage can do to compare to whatever the fuck BW Rampage has going on aside from being part of Predaking. or possibly some IDW thing I'm not aware of

moving on from all that, Inferno!

now you might have noticed that up until now that, while the designs and personalities between the Beast Wars characters and the G1 characters can be drastically different, the Beast Wars characters tend to be on the equivalent of whatever faction the G1 character was on - i.e. Maximals for Autobots, Predacons for Decepticons. and then with Inferno, the G1 guy is a fire truck, clearly heroic, while the Beast Wars guy is...some sort of horrific ant man. so, what's going on there?

well, you see, in Beast Wars, Inferno is a Predacon who, due to a glitch in his programming, actually thinks he's an ant, and sees the Predacons as his colony (this also results in him she/her-ing Megatron on a regular basis by referring to him as "my Queen." this isn't relevant to anything I just thought you should know). this means he tends to charge in with zero regard for his safety because. y'know. ant mentality. meanwhile, G1 Inferno...well I know nothing about him, but, according to the wiki page, he apparently also does this, not because of the ant thing, but because he's just like that. Honestly, good for him

now, before we get to the funniest example, I would like to make an honorable mention to Megatron, the only guy with an actual reason for the name overlap

see, remember what I said about Beast Wars still taking place in the G1 continuity? Beast Wars Megatron is the first time that really comes into play because what I haven't mentioned before now is that for most of these guys, the names being the same as a G1 character is purely a coincidence because they were Protoforms at the start of the series - those being effectively blank slates/baby equivalents for Transformers - and started their lives on Earth, meaning the references to previous Transformers are purely coincidental. even homicidal crab man cannibal Rampage only got a proper name on Earth, being called "Protoform X" before then. sole exception to this rule is Scorponok, who was part of the Predacons from the start...and Megatron

"so is he the same guy as G1 Megatron? you said it's the same continuity as G1 so he's the same right" that's the fun part! he isn't! he very much is not G1 Megatron, he just looked at the OG and went "you know what. I want to do what you did. godspeed" and then he named himself after that guy. coincidentally, Megatron is also the name of a figure in the Convenant of Primus, AKA the Transformers equivalent of the Bible, which was completely made up for the Beast Wars cartoon and I'm convinced was introduced solely so they could say "hey our villain named himself after his religion's equivalent of the antichrist. and also may or may not be that antichrist due to time travel shenanigans" ("when did time travel get involved-" don't worry about it)

now, onto the funniest name overlap of all

mr. [[REDACTED]] himself

Dinobot

now, to be clear, Dinobot is one of the most popular characters to come out of the Beast Wars franchise. He's well known for his gradual change from "technically a good guy mostly because he hates Megatron's ass, he has a code of honor, and nothing else" to "honorable hero with one of the most heartbreaking death scenes in all of Transformers" over the course of his screentime, and is in fact so popular that he was the third Beast Wars character to get a Masterpiece figure - Masterpiece figures being incredibly complex Transformers figures that boast show accuracy in both forms and typically have the price range of a small kidney - with the first two being Cheetor and Optimus Primal. If you didn't get the implications of that, that means Dinobot managed to beat out Beast Wars Megatron for getting a Masterpiece toy first. MEGATRON. Again, might be a different guy from G1, but he is a Megatron! Still the main villain of the damn show! Says a lot that Dinobot was popular enough to get a toy first. I could go on, but I need to get back to the point - what's so funny about the name overlap here?

well. if you're even tangentially familiar with transformers, you might actually be able to guess this one!

no, seriously! this isn't a "geologists overestimating how much their audience knows about geology" moment, because if nothing else, the leader of these guys ("these guys?" shhhhhhh) is one of the most popular Transformers out there. if I may be so bold, I'd argue that after Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, Megatron, and Starscream, the leader's name is like. one of the first Transformers characters who comes to mind. if nothing else I imagine you've seen a picture of this guy at some point

...

alright, ready to see if you were right?

3, 2, 1...

eeeeeeyup, the name overlap is with an entire subgroup of Autobots, and not only that, but one of the most popular subgroups of Autobots, led by one of the most popular Transformers of all time: Grimlock

and like. the Dinobots don't really have the whole "gradual redemption" "tragic hero" thing going on but they do have the ability to tickle the five year old within everyone's brain because their characters can be summarized as "caveman robots who turn into robot dinosaurs" and if that didn't cause said five year old in your brain to go "holy shit" you are actively lying to yourself. so it's very understandable why they're popular.

the funny part is that because Dinobot shares a name with the Dinobots, the latter of whom are more popular and will get priotity, every Transformers writer since Beast Wars has effectively been locked out of making their own version of Dinobot, and I imagine there has been at least one guy cursing out whoever decided to give the bot who would be Dinobot a name that overlaps so heavily with other popular characters. the most he's shown up outside of the original cartoon is in the War for Cybertron cartoon (which. I'll be honest I've heard very little about and haven't watched myself but what I have heard is "it's bad" so that hasn't been encouraging) and the IDW comics. and that's it. while any sane person would count those as their own continuities, by Hasbro's logic they're the same universe as G1, so like. if we go by Habsro logic he hasn't even shown up anywhere beyond G1. which is insane given how popular he is - again, see "third Beast Wars character to get a Masterpiece, beating the local Megatron," and did I mention that one time he won the Transformers Hall of Fame in Botcon 2010 purely by fan vote. because he did do that. I guarantee you that the only reason Dinobot has not shown up more is because of that name overlap. The group of Dinobots may be more popular but I have to imagine there's at least one guy at Hasbro fuming over not being able to make money off of Dinobot (the character) toys outside of shit like the Legacy toyline

and like, while I do wish Dinobot would show up more, the thought of that is extremely funny

[lusi-raul]

I watched Forever’s pov from Jaiden’s dungeon quest since I’ve been seeing a lot of people upset about his suspicions on Jaiden and I can see why but it all stems down to the meta gaming knowledge we have as viewers and not being allowed to give it to him so that he won’t misunderstand Jaiden.

If you solely watch Forever, his and Maximus’ suspicions are valid. Guys you have to realize it doesn’t matter how sweet and nice she appears to other people in the server, no one knows her as much we do and as much as the few she interacts with the most in the island. If it was Roier of course he is never going to suspect her. Even if he was spying on her and Cucurucho that boat race day, it was out of concern and worry for her. But for Forever, unfortunately theres just too much coincidences going on that just makes his suspicions for her grow worse and worse. She just lost her son and is in a mental state where she can be easily manipulated. She distracted Baghera when Pomme died. She is working for Cucurucho who works for the feds. He sees that she has a good relationship with Cucurucho (headpats). She was seen talking alone with Quackity and a Worker for the federation. She built her house which Forever thinks is a shrine, in the middle of nowhere instead of near spawn but he doesn’t understand the significance of the Bobby fields to both her, Bobby and Roier. The truth of the situation is, he doesn’t know her as much as Roier or Bad or even Philza does that’s why he can’t fully dismiss these coincidences even after Jaiden explained it to him. You guys can’t just expect him to blindly trust someone he barely knows nor is it smart for him to do so. Remember how he still trusts Cellbit when he was in the same position? And the trust never left him until Cellbit broke his xp farm. Why trust Cellbit and not Jaiden when both of them are doing practically the same thing in his perspective? First of all, he knows how Cellbit ended up and it’s reasonable to believe Jaiden will end up in the same ditch. Second, He knows Cellbit on a deeper level than he knows Jaiden.

He thinks Jaiden is obsessed with Bobby and is willing to do dirty deeds for the federation in exchange for her son but the sad thing about that mentality is it implies that he will do the same for Richas. He can’t see Jaiden who is this attached to her dead son as sound minded because he sees himself in her, absolutely losing her mind to the point of taking the opportunity to have her son back at the expense of the life of others because deep inside he knows when Richas dies, he will do everything he can to bring him back just like her. We know Jaiden genuinely did what she did with good intentions because we saw her cope with grief but Forever didn’t and just sees her as a broken mother.

He spied on her and broke into her home with Maximus. Some people were upset that they did that. They are investigating on something they are suspicious about. Is it wrong? Maybe but is it reasonable? Yes. They don’t trust her, they have to find out more information so that their suspicions can either be confirmed or discredited. It’s unfortunate that he was too late both times and was caught by Cucurucho the last time. If he overheard their conversation, some of his suspicions may have been dismissed. If in the end Forever realizes on his own that Jaiden really is trustworthy and their relationship improves, imagine how much deeper his friendship with Jaiden will be after all they’ve been through. He is willing to protect and support Jaiden despite the suspicions, imagine if the suspicions were dismissed for him.

Ultimately a story without conflict is like a rollercoaster on a straight track. In order for the rider to feel thrill and excitement, there has to be ups and downs, fast and slow moments and loops. This type of misunderstanding causes conflict within the lore of the island. It keeps the story interesting and ultimately will make the resolution that much more satisfying.

[savingthrcw]

@aamusedly asked for a Lucy starter - warning: spoilers about the finale ahead.

It had taken Lucy a couple of days to feel like talking again: seeing her mother as a feral ghoul, learning that her father was behind that and Shady Sands, leaving Maximus behind, and everything else that Moldaver had told her was simply too much to digest. Everything about her life had been one lie after the other, or at least it felt that way. Still, there was a part of her that refused to believe there was only misery in this world: Norm had nothing to do with her father's choices and was waiting for her in the Vault, Maximus was still breathing, and there had to be hope for a better life now that cold fusion was active.

She was still quiet, besides a few words here and there to the Ghoul and to a few merchants they met on the road, but what truly snapped her out of her silent sadness was the dog, finally sitting close to her during a break to eat. It was a rather adorable animal when it wasn't consuming cockroaches, one she had only seen in old movies and journals, and she found herself rubbing his back, at first with caution but then more comfortably as the dog seemed all too happy to receive attention. See, hope.

"Did you hear what that merchant said this morning?" she piped up, but her voice sounded off to her own ears; a bit of forced enthusiasm there, in her attempt to stop feeling like she was still being kept underwater. "If all this energy reaches the laboratory, it may be able to clean irradiated water. Clean water should be in everyone's best interest and it's just on our way." People steered away from it because the place was 'infested by cockroaches and other things', the merchant had also said, but they had faced worse, and surely the Ghoul would also agree that drinking more dirty water would harm him as well as her. What she really wanted to ask him was how did he know her father exactly, and what had happened to his family, but Lucy knew she needed to talk a bit more about something else, anything, before she could take whatever awful answer he'd give her.

[sharingmystoriesetc]

Faber suae fortunae

Or Maider's love story towards freedom.

Chapter 4

The next day, Maider was woken up by Claudia early in the morning.

-Wake up, Maider. Today you need to go to the tavern with Tenax.

Maider nodded, her eyes half-closed and her voice thick with sleep.

-I’ll be right there- she mumbled.

She quickly washed, dressed, and tied her straight hair into a braid. At the less-than-satisfactory result, Maider sighed. She had never been good at braiding hair; not a great trait for the lady-in-waiting she was supposed to become. But now her life had changed. Now she belonged to Rome. To Tenax.

With a sigh, she headed towards the kitchen. Her stomach was growling, and she hoped Claudia would have a piece of bread and a peach for her.

In the hallway, she ran into Tenax. They locked eyes with eachother, but quickly looked away.

-Are you ready? We’re leaving in five minutes.

-Yes, do I have time to eat a peach?

Tenax sighed.

-Yes, but hurry up.

-I’ll be as quick as the wind.

Tenax rolled his eyes, and Maider disappeared from his sight. It wasn’t the behavior of a good master to grant everything to his slaves, but Tenax felt particularly indulgent towards her. He hated feeling so exposed to such a clumsy slave he had met only the day before, but there was nothing he could do. Her eyes, the way she joked almost unconsciously, her straightforwardness, her courage made him weak. This made Tenax, who was normally a bit gruff, even more nervous, if possible.

-Maider!- he shouted -It's time to go!

He heard a shuffling and then saw Maider running from the kitchen towards him, chewing frantically on a peach.

-I’m here!- she said between bites.

Tenax felt like banging his head against the wall.

-Follow me.

And together they headed out of the villa and onto the street.

***

The first steps outside were in silence, also because Maider was trying to finish her peach and Tenax didn’t feel like disturbing her. The girl took the opportunity to look around, between the majestic villas and imperial buildings, the tall statues, and the crisp spring morning air. How far she was from her Jerusalem! Rome, in all its opulent magnificence, was all to discover. Then she looked at Tenax, and the smile vanished from her face. An invisible chain bound her wrists to his hands, with no possibility of choice or redemption. She sighed heavily, throwing the peach pit onto a grassy area. He seemed to notice her stiffness.

-Don’t you like getting up early?

-Why?

-Because usually you talk more than this.

Maider smiled at the observation.

-No, it’s just that... the city leaves me speechless. It’s the first time I get to see it without chains on my wrists.

Tenax gave her a tight-lipped smile.

-Yes, Rome from here is very beautiful. However, the place we’re going, the Suburra and the Circus Maximus, is not.

Maider grimaced. Nothing could be worse than sleeping semi-naked and dirty on the floor of that Roman officer’s cabin.

-It doesn’t matter. You’ve assured me your protection, and I’m not afraid.

Tenax seemed impressed.

-The tavern is a relatively safe place. It’s my domain. I’ll introduce you to some people who will help you settle in and take care of you. You... just focus on singing and playing well.

Maider smiled at him. She bowed her head.

-At your service. Do you have any preferences for the repertoire?

-Something in Latin, please. Avoid Hebrew.

Maider nodded.

-Did you like the song from yesterday?

Tenax nodded.

-It was catchy, yes.

-It’s long and rhythmic. I think your clients might like it.

-Okay. I won’t be there; I have to meet the emperor to discuss the next games.

-What an honor, Tenax- Maider observed.

Tenax sighed.

-Yeah. What an honor indeed.

***

Tenax’s betting tavern was a large, dimly lit place near the Circus Maximus. There were several tables where noisy clients were served. At a large table at the back, bets were placed on the day’s games or the upcoming ones. On the wall, a board with various Latin writings, numbers, and data. Maider swallowed, feeling overwhelmed. Tenax saw her tense, and thinking to help, placed a hand on her back, pushing her forward without much ceremony.

-Cala!- he shouted.

A woman of about thirty-five, with dark skin and a proud demeanor, met Tenax’s gaze.

-I’m leaving Maider to you!- Tenax exclaimed -I’m leaving!

Cala gave him a thumbs-up and waved from behind the betting counter.

Maider looked for Tenax’s gaze, but he had already given her a nod, turned on his heels, and left.

Maider felt the eyes of everyone on her: clients, bettors, workers. A bit awkward, she decided that standing still like a tree trunk wouldn’t help, and decided to approach Cala with a quick step. The woman finished organizing some bets and then came towards her.

-Maider, right?

-Yes. You must be Cala.

They shook hands warmly. Cala studied her with interest, but Maider was too agitated to notice.

-I heard that you have a great voice.

Maider smiled at her.

-Oh, yes. I actually manage just fine. I also play the chitaràs. Tenax told me I’d find everything here.

-Yes, of course. You see, the stage is in the corner, while the instruments...

She stopped and gave a loud whistle with her hands. Maider looked at her confused, but in the blink of an eye, a swarm of children under twelve years old surrounded her. They all looked at her with interested eyes.

-Kids, this is Maider!

-Hello, Maider!

The girl smiled at the children, rather confused.

-Maider, this is Tenax’s little army. They are loyal to him until death, and I’m not kidding.

-Um, okay. Hi, kids.

-They’ll show you where our musicians keep their instruments. It’s dangerous to carry them around in these areas, and Tenax allows them to be kept here.

-Got it.

-Do you really know how to sing and play?- asked the cutest little girl Maider had ever seen.

Maider shrugged.

-I manage. Do you want to hear something?

The children burst into cheers and dragged Maider to the part of the tavern where the musical instruments were kept.

Cala laughed to herself, returning to her duties.

***

Tenax returned to the tavern towards late morning. The first games of the day were about to start, and he wanted to be present for the largest bets. And then, although he hated to admit it, he wanted to see how Maider was doing. He hoped she wasn’t a complete failure; otherwise, what would he do with her? He was surprised to find that reselling her was out of the question. When had he become so soft? It wasn’t like him.

As he approached the tavern, however, he heard an increasing buzz of voices and rhythmic clapping. He quickened his pace, and what he saw left him speechless. A crowd of not just men but also women and children was occupating the space in front of the tavern, pushing to get in. From inside, an energetic, rhythmic music, and a clear, powerful voice. Maider’s voice.

-Can’t take my sass,

Can’t take my talkin’,

You can kiss my ass,

Then keep on walkin’!

Tenax pushed his way through the crowd.

-Excuse me! I’m the owner of this place, let me through!

However, it took him a while to get to the stage because people weren’t just standing still trying to see Maider, but they were singing and dancing to the rhythm.

-Nothin’ you can take was ever worth keepin’.

Oh, nothin’ you can take was ever worth keepin’!

Tenax glanced at the betting counter: Cala was struggling to keep the bettors in check, and Aura and Jula found hard to serve everyone. The tavern was in chaos. But a chaos that brought in money.

Maider sang with a smile, holding a large chitaràs, while another boy, Reilo, played the drum frantically.

The children, his little army, were dancing happily in front of everyone. The men were drinking and betting like crazy or dancing with their ladies or street girls. Maider finished singing, and everyone erupted in a thunderous applause. She was sweaty but bowed to thank them. Among the crowd, she locked eyes with Tenax.

She winked at him.

Tenax smiled at her.

***

Hello!! Eli here. Did you like this chapter? Let me know in the comments ❤️ Thank you so much for reading, liking, commenting.

Maider's singing this song. Her voice in my head is a mixture between Reneé Rapp, Tori Kelly and Rachel Zegler. So, very beautiful.

[watercolor-hearts]

Maxiel prompts idea

Something sweet with the cats in it

At the factory, them being cute while they need to work or during a meeting something like that

With their family

“At the factory, them being cute [...]” Well... I've been in a hurt/comfort and/or angst mood since the Singapore GP so I couldn't really write anything cute, I don't know if it's because I'm almost always sad and exhausted or because of something else but yeah, for some reason it's not easy nowadays. But I still wanted to write something because I didn't want you to have to wait even longer. So yeah. A bit of hurt/comfort with Daniel, Max and Simon. I hope you'll still like it. Thank you for the prompts. 😊❤

Max&Daniel • 534 words • sad Daniel • (after the) first sim session at Red Bull • emotional hurt/comfort • light angst • hugs • supportive characters • Ao3 link

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“Daniel!” Max exclaimed as he noticed Daniel coming out of the sim room in the factory. Daniel looked at him and smiled, not wanting to show the disappointment he felt after his first session.

“Maximus, hi,” Daniel greeted after getting closer to him, opening his arms for a hug which Max reciprocated immediately.

“Good to see you here. How was the sim?”

Daniel gulped, thinking about whether he should tell the truth. “It was… Difficult.”

Max's eyes grew huge after hearing Daniel's confession, “Wha—Why? Is there something wrong?”

“It's just…” Daniel shook his head, “It's just me. I'm the problem.”

“B-but… No, Daniel,” Max said firmly, looking around, “Where is Simon? I need to talk to him. He of course cannot say something like this when it was just your first time after years.”

Daniel put his hand on Max's arm to stop him, “He didn't say it. I said it. I… I need a break,” Daniel said, his voice sounded so broken it broke Max's heart into small pieces. “We're… We're working on it. It's just a bit difficult with my… Driving style now. It's not the same as it used to be.”

“Fucking Mc—” Max wanted to say but Daniel cut him by putting his finger on Max's lips.

“Don't say it. It doesn't matter anymore.”

“It does, Daniel! They fucked you up. They did you dirty and they didn't appreciate you enough.”

“I couldn't deliver.”

“First win in ten years?”

“One good moment in two years.”

“Fuck y—,” Max almost said but instead he just sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, fuck me, thanks mate,” Daniel agreed, “I guess I should go now.”

As Daniel took a step towards the door, Max grabbed his t-shirt. He couldn't let him sink into depressive thoughts again.

“I still believe in you, Daniel,” Max said, looking straight into Daniel's sad brown eyes, “I do and I want you to believe in yourself too. Please. You have your engineer back, you will figure it out again. I know you will. Believe in yourself, please,” Max asked, pulling Daniel into a hug and not planning to let him go for a few long seconds.

“Max's right, Daniel,” came a familiar voice, Simon's, from not so far away, and when he got closer, he squeezed Daniel's shoulder to show some support, “You'll figure it out. We will figure it out. We're a team. You have me, Max, Christian, and everyone. We'll help. We believe in you and you have to believe in yourself to make this work.”

“Thank you,” Daniel murmured, slowly looking up at Simon, “I'll try to.”

“We'll leave all those bad habits you picked up in the last few years. Give yourself time and don't be so hard on yourself, alright?”

“Y-yeah,” Daniel nodded, going for a hug with Simon after Max had let go of him. “Thank you for believing in me. I'll try and find the honey badger in me. The good ol’ honey badger. He's there somewhere.”

“Good,” Simon nodded, patting Daniel's shoulder after the hug and then he turned to Max to do the same with him. “Go and have a rest, guys, you deserve it. See you next time.”

[scraps-and-bolts]

Can't wait for they to meet

Traductions under the cut

Traducciones bajo el corte

1.

Quackity: Hello kids! To the second day of the Kindergarten Quackity

Quackity: Today we're going to ....

Gegg: "Ven con gegg -Gegg"

Biden: "? Ok?"

2.

Biden (Maximus): (Where is this guy taking me?)

CRACK

Slimecicle: Solo puede haber un huevo.

3. Quackity: There you were Gegg! What happened to you? Did you got dirty?

Roier: Has anybody seen Biden?

[analiavs]

Punishing the Headteacher (Gone wrong) (Gone sexual)

TW/Tags: power imbalance, crossdressing (forced), prostitution, voyeurism, blackmail

Summary: Leighton is one of Astral Dream's most consistent clients. But he finds out that the Headteacher's been naughty. He has to punish him... and were does his dogboy fit in.

words: 2950

AO3 link for those that prefer:

Eighty dollars for half an hour wasn’t too bad. Though lately, Leighton’s type had been a  bit illuminating. He fucked into his daintier classmate and took a glance back at Leighton. The man was enthralled. Well he might as well get some entertainment out of this.

“You’re so pretty.” His classmates' green eyes flicked to his in confusion. Leighton wasn’t paying extra for dirty talk tonight. He leaned down and whispered into his ear, 

“Play along for me, I’ll give you half my cut.” He disguised his nod with a kiss. He heard Leighton gasp behind him. When they parted from their kiss he carefully weaved his fingers into his partner’s black hair. 

“You're so lovely, I could keep you under me forever.” He heard Leighton moan out his orgasm. It coincided with his time running out so he pulled out. Leighton tried to act collected as he handed over their pay, 

“Good job tonight you two. You’re really shaping up to be professionals.” Leighton held their pay out. They counted quickly, he gave up the extra share. His partner was disinterested in continuing the interaction once he got his pay and walked out with a noncommittal thanks. Now that the two were alone he smirked down at the headteacher.

“Of course, with such a lovely partner performing is easy.” And for good measure he kissed the back of Leighton’s hand, the blush on his face lingered in his mind as he walked out. He licked his lips, if he played his cards right he would have such a delicious meal. Outside the room he got back to work, dancing and accepting patrons. But in his mind he plotted.

By the time Monday rolled around he was actually excited for school for once. During a lull in his english class, he snuck over to the headmaster's office. But Leighton wasn’t there, there was however, a muscular dog man lazing on a chaise. He didn’t move when he addressed him.

“Leighton’s not here lad.” He paused and sniffed the air. He heard a quiet growl. He almost couldn’t believe he’d found someone possessive over that sod. He repressed a smirk and came up with a lie.

“Oh there was an emergency in the lab and Professor Sirris sent me to look for him.”

“Hmph, if it’s that urgent he’s in the gym. But there should be an emergency kit in the back of the classroom.” The dog man didn’t seem concerned by the potential emergency. 

“Ok thank you, by the way what should I call you?” His question was met with a glare. But he did finally answer. 

“Sir Maximus.” And with that he flopped over to presumably nap. Another chess piece joined the game then, but for now he focused on sneaking to the gym. 

It was usually empty since the athletics budget had been embezzled by the former physical education teacher. There was no reason for Leighton to be there, unless he was doing more of his weird photoshoots.

He peeked through the gym door window but to his surprise Leighton was in there alone. He was holding a broom decorated to kind of look like a person and dancing with it. Which was both weird and pathetic, but not incriminating. He watched a bit longer and realized Leighton was pretending to be the follower in the dance.

The graceless spins and tripping over his own feet almost made him laugh out loud. When Leighton accidentally dropped his ‘partner’ he decided to head back to class. He'd been gone long enough that he definitely had a detention by now. And sure enough Doren gave him one. At least he'd made it back in time for lunch. 

This slop was infinitely better than Bailey's abysmal cooking. He shoved it down quickly and then went to sit on the stump in the yard. He wondered just how he could use his new information to tease Leighton. 

Maybe if he could get another private show with him he'd be able to tease him into dancing. It kind of made him want to follow him home to see what other secrets the headteacher had, but that Sir Maximus would probably sniff him out with ease. Suddenly his partner from the brothel came up to him, his eyes were red and swollen, he'd obviously been crying. 

“I need your help, please I'll pay you.” The guy was so fragile looking he couldn’t deny his request even if it had been for free. 

“Sure, there's a shed over there we can talk in private.” Grateful, he nodded and followed him. 

“What's the matter buddy?” That question was like releasing a dam, he looked so relieved to be heard out.

“It's Leighton. He's been blackmailing me…  he had pictures of me stripping and he said if I didn't want to be exposed I had to do private photoshoots for him, but his requests keep getting more and more extreme.” 

“What do you mean?”

“Well it started with naked shoots, but it wasn't so different from his quote on quote inspections so it was whatever. Then he started forcing me to crossdress for him. Still weird but some clients are kinkier than others so not too bad either but now he's…” He paused, his voice catching in his throat. He placed an arm on his shoulder to encourage him. 

“Now he wants me to fuck his pet dog boy! And I can't, I refuse it's too disgusting! But if I don't he'll expose me and I'll never be able to get a better job.” He sounded hopeless and even his heart was moved. Worse because one could recover socially from being exposed as a stripper, but Leighton's depraved films would be even worse for someone's reputation if they got out. 

“I'll help you, what do you suggest?”

“I don't know, I just want him to leave me alone. You're under Briar’s protection, so I don't think he would dare threaten you so maybe you could convince him to leave me alone? He told me to meet him tonight at 10 in the usual room but I can't do it anymore. I won't.” 

“Don't worry I'll think of something. You want to stop stripping?”

“I wish but I've got to pay Bailey, same as you.” Oh, he hadn't recognized him from the orphanage, but the added kinship made him even more protective. 

“Damn, I wish I could help with that, but I'll definitely get Leighton to leave you alone. So don't worry anymore.” He felt himself get tackled into a hug.

“Oh thank you, thank you, whatever I make extra I'll give to you.”

“No, don't worry about it. Us orphans gotta stick together.” He felt cool saying it but had no idea how to make it come true. The two parted and he felt the true weight of his words sink in. In history class he pretended to pay attention while he thought up a solution. He matched facts to conjecture.

Leighton was an old bastard, who still used old school cameras so he probably had no idea what cloud saving was. His car had been repo’d and his clothes were frayed, so he probably spends what little money he makes getting his rocks off.

Ergo, he probably wasn't the type to invest in technology either. Would he be so brazen as to keep his files on his computer and physical copies in his office? He'd have to delete everything. The cops wouldn't help and it'd only serve to spread his collection. 

And it seemed like he was living vicariously through his classmate. He smiled, he would feast and knock the headteacher down a few pegs. He went to his detention and used the opportunity to then hide in the school. Around 5:30 he didn't hear anyone else around, so he crept back to Leighton's office and broke in with ease. 

He searched the desk, picking open any lock boxes that he found. Eventually he hit the jackpot and started finding Leighton's stash. It was an absurd amount of pictures. He even found his own pictures from the inspections. He piled everything together and made a list of the students he found currently being blackmailed. Then he turned his attention to Leighton's computer. Instead of going through the trouble of finding the password he just took out the hard drive. 

Hopefully this would be enough to ruin Leighton's little blackmail operation. He took one of the secret passageways out of the school and found a nice spot to burn all the photos. He made sure there was nothing but ash left. Then he beat the hard drive into pieces with a concrete block. Once it was smashed into pieces he tied them to the slab and tossed it into the sewer. Now no one would be able to access Leighton's files.

He exited the sewers near the shopping center. Hopefully the smell wouldn't cling to him. He rushed to the clothing shop. With an hour left before closing he rushed to find what he was looking for.

He was pleased to find a pink and blue cheerleader set that would fit Leighton and grabbed some thigh highs for good measure. On his way to the register he grabbed a thong. 

As always the shopkeeper was discreet, he paid and went on his way. He'd need to head straight to the brothel if he wanted to make it to the meetup on time. No one messed with him on his way to the brothel, the perks of being infamous for being one of Briar’s playthings.

He was right on time and walked into the reserved room with all the confidence in the world. Sir Maximus was sitting next to Leighton on the provided couch. Instantly the smile on Leighton’s face turned into a frown. 

“What are you doing here?” He ignored the question and walked over to them.

“Good to see you again Sir Maximus.” The dog man grunted at him. He handed Leighton the bag.

“Headteacher~ I heard you’ve been naughty.” His teasing tone gave no indication of the punishment Leighton had to look forward to. 

“What are you talking about? Where’s-”

“Why are you worried about him when I'm standing right here? Be a good boy and put your presents on.” He admonished, wagging his finger for added effect. 

“Is this supposed to be some sort of joke. I'm-” He interrupted again, 

“Putting on those clothes unless you want Briar to hear about you shorting us.” He didn't think it was possible for Leighton's face to get any paler. He brought down the hammer, 

“I mean did you seriously think you'd get to use Briar’s property without paying up?” He could see the fear growing on Leighton's face, but in the back of his eye he saw Maximus looked about ready to pounce. He'd need to work quickly. 

“But I haven't shorted you at all! Please!” The mere threat of Briar's rage has completely destroyed his confident facade, pathetic.

“Not me personally, but all of us here belong to Briar. You can't have been audacious enough to think you'd never get caught. You're lucky I caught you instead of Briar. Entertain me tonight and I'll let you off the hook.” With trembling hands Leighton reached into the bag. Before he pulled anything out he spoke to Maximus. 

“Ooh turn around dear, I think you'll like the surprise.” He was glared at, but Maximus did asquience. He focused his attention on Leighton who gasped once he saw what was in the bag. 

Before Leighton could protest he slid up next to him and started helping him strip. He wasn't the ugliest client, but his age definitely showed. Once Leighton was nude he supervised him getting dressed. Honestly the clothes were wasted on him. 

The thong fit well enough and it seemed Leighton's biweekly shave had lined up perfectly this week. Then he quickly slid the skirt on. He quickly adjusted it for Leighton and pulled the strings off the thong up so they were visible on his waist. Leighton's eyes were almost glassy and he opened his mouth to say something but shut it. Then the cropped cheer shirt. And the piece de resistance, the thigh highs. He admired his completed project. For a middle aged man, Leighton didn't have much body hair. 

 But in the end, he was just an old pervert in a cheerleading outfit. As they say you can't put lipstick on a pig. Leighton shifted uncomfortably, hopefully the karma wasn't lost on him. 

“Alright Maxxie, take a look at your present.” He turned and his eyes widened upon seeing Leighton. Though he didn't say anything, his tail started wagging quickly. One man's middle aged pervert was evidently a dog man's fantasy. He hadn't even protested the nickname.

“Alright Leighton, you were gonna have him fuck tonight right? Show him how badly you want it.” 

“What? I wasn't going to fuck him.” 

“Can't you see how badly he wants you?” He slapped his ass and Max growled possessively. Leighton genuinely looked shocked to hear it.

“You want me? But I'm-” Now it was Maximus’ turn to interrupt Leighton.

“How long have we been together? Of course I want you! I could have any owner I want, I choose you.” Leighton practically leaped into Maximus’ arms. He tried to keep his face neutral. He hadn't expected Leighton to be this starved for affection… he was such a freak.  Would it even be a punishment at this point? Max's hands both found an ass cheek to fondle. Well even the best laid plans failed sometimes. He might as well get a meal out of this.

He sandwiched Leighton in, rubbing his crotch against that flat ass. Max growled and moved Leighton away.

“He's mine, I'm not one for sharing.” His jaw actually dropped this time, 

“C'mon let me have a piece of him, his ass is all yours. I just want some head.”

“Hmph, I'll let you have him this last time, after this no one else can touch him. The only scent on you will be mine.” He addressed the last sentence to Leighton and then started tongue kissing him. Left out again he took the opportunity to strip. Well maybe the Leighton problem would resolve itself.

When the two finally parted from the kiss a string of saliva connected them. Leighton was practically cross-eyed, he looked the most euphoric he'd ever seen him. He was surprised by Maximus handing him over. 

“Prepare him for me, harlot.” The casual vitriol was seriously a boner killer. With a sign he led Leighton to the couch and grabbed a random bottle of lube out the supply pile. He bent him over and pulled down the thong. Leighton was usually pliant, but today he was on a whole nother level.

He pressed in easily and started fingering in the lube. Though he was aching for it, Leighton never bottomed at the brothel. To be fair getting some dick was as easy as breathing in this town. Ah, but looks were deceiving, pressing his fingers into Leighton's pink little star was like rubbing up against an oiled up cowgirl. Now he wished he'd pushed harder to get a piece of him.

“You could make money with this ass.” Briar buried his head in his arms.

“Ooh, wha? I'm not paying for this so don't lie to me.” But the compliment did get Leighton to start grinding back against his fingers. He glanced back at Maximus to see if he might be able to get away with taking a turn, but his eyes were locked onto Leighton. Disappointed, he decided to at least enjoy the feeling on his fingers. He still couldn't believe that Leighton could enthrall anyone, nevertheless when Leighton was ready he was unceremoniously shoved out of the way. 

Maximus didn't even acknowledge him as he lubed up his impressive dick and got ready to penetrate Leighton, who was still hiding his face. He smirked and moved up front to tease him. 

“Your precious pet is going to ravage you now. Are you ready?” 

“Shut up. Think I won't punish you for this? I'll have you bent over my lap for a month.” It seemed Leighton was back to his posturing. But before he could respond Max cut in, 

“Thinking about being with another man while I'm behind you? I'll make sure to fuck the thought out of your mind!” And in one brutal thrust Maximus was hilted in Leighton. Like a true slut, Leighton moaned enthusiastically from the penetration. Spurred by it, Maximus started thrusting. It was kind of like watching genuinely amateur porn. 

For every thrust there was a corresponding moan, grunt, or scream. The squelch of the lube, their musk coalescing. He panted, his senses were being overwhelmed. He wasn’t getting paid to fake interest, so why was his dick hard. 

“Yeah, you like that baby?” He felt droplets of sweat splash onto his face. 

“Oh yeah! Fuck my ass!” He couldn’t take his eyes off of the site. Doggystyle was so passé, but watching Leighton getting bounced on his companion’s dick was unlike any coupling he’d ever seen before. The passion between the two; the joy in Leighton’s eyes, the satisfaction in Maximus’ his dick throbbed in his pants.

A familiar feeling passed through him… an orgasm. Bliss shot through his body, he’d never been fed just from watching. With one last thrust Maximus shoved his knot in, Leighton squealed out a moan and came on his stomach. As Maximus bent Leighton around to make out with him, he left the room.

Too late he remembered that Maximus had promised him Leighton’s mouth.

[protectxthem]

@scftheartiisms asked: “ S---Some---Someone , s---some---somewhere has f---fail---failed you m---mise---miserably. Y---You were s---supp---supposed to be l---lov---loved, p---pro---protected and cared for but y---you n---never were . “ max

🍑 send my muse “someone, somewhere has failed you miserably. you were supposed to be loved, protected and cared for but you never were.“ for their reaction. | Accepting

Maximus looks up from the food he is picking at. What she said had hit him hard. It was true and he wasn't sure how she knew what to say and why she said it. He inhales a shaky breath, curling one hand into a fist as he tries not to cry. The Brotherhood was supposed to be there for him and protect him, and they did neither. He puts his food aside, not caring it might be getting dirty as his shoulders shake from him crying.

[thelediz]

Sonic Underground 10: Who do you think you are?

AKA: The required amnesia episode

I’m watching Sonic Underground in search of inspiration to finish a fic I’ve been writing forever. It’s a sad state of affairs. See the recap of the first three episodes here, if you're interested!

The plot (for want of a better word): While exploring an unfamiliar city, Sonia knocks her head and loses her memory! Can her brothers find her and remind her of her true self, or will she make a life with her new friend, the street urchin Raphie?

Raphie’s episode! I like Raphie, he’s very sweet.

Okay, so Aleena opens this episode implying that the triplets are going to realise they need to learn from each other. This is not going to happen. Sonia is going to learn about life on the streets from a bit character and make absolutely no connection between his life and Manic’s.

In today’s episode, Sonic is the responsible one. Sonia is flighty and more concerned with clothes and fashion.

This episode also mentions a palace. This is not Robotnik’s palace, nor is it in M/Robotropolis: it’s in Tashistahn, further confusing the question of whether Mobius (which Aleena rules) is a country, an empire, a – STOP ASKING QUESTIONS.

Tashistahn is definitely not Agrabah, by the way. Or the real world Constantinople. By the way.

Mobius is definitely not the Roman Empire, by the way.

Aleena IS DEFINITELY NOT JUSTINIA—

So furthering Sonia’s being the irresponsible one in this episode, she refuses to discuss plans with her brothers and just decides she’s going to sneak in with a disguise despite the other two being firmly against taking the risk. Because she doesn’t want to get dirty. This is funny, and because the boys don’t understand her, not poor teamwork. Have I mentioned how much I dislike Sonia’s character type?

Sonia super strength +1

Okay, so this was a common theme in the 90s, and for all I know it’s still a common theme and I just don’t know because I don’t watch kids shows that much anymore. But the amnesia thing had this trope where the amnesiac becomes really credulous and innocent. It kind of frustrates me, because it implies that they are only cautious because they’ve been hurt before, but they usually remember things they only learned in battle. It’s like… pick a lane, writers!

(Also, off topic, I watched the Fallout show the other week and can I just say Maximus acting like a credulous child in the vault—particularly when the subject of sex came up—legitimately pissed me off?) (Basically I get annoyed about infantilisation) (There is a long rant about the difference between lack of knowledge and childishness in here somewhere)

Manic is being so ridiculously competent this episode. As he often is when he gets sidelined. Yes I make too much of this.

Sonia is a snob even without her memory.

Sonia is such a snob without her memory that she trades her necklace for bread and ten gold pieces. Because it’s odd looking. I just… this… ugh.

Manic comes up with the idea to play music to summon their sister. You know, like Sonic did in the first episode. Sonic does not make this connection until Manic reminds him that’s how it works. -facepalm-

The Song: We need to be Free. It’s good, but slightly distracting is that Sonia specifically notes that she thinks she’s what’s missing and does NOTHING ABOUT THAT but dance for the crowd, also there’s very definitely a… ney, google tells me it’s called, playing and no way for Sonic’s guitar to be making that sound. I am making faces at my screen.

And of course knocking her head restores her memory while removing everything since she got amnesia. There are tropes that must occur.

…Sonic says Sonia was right about using disguises over the sewers… because of the smell. This never usually bothers him. He then comments on hating water though, so maybe it’s just a bit too close to the Moby Deep episode and he’s bitter. It better not be because we need Sonia to look good this episode.

But Dingo’s in there so yes, they use disguises.

Sonic implying less than 100% American heterosexuality +1 (this time in drag!)(You cannot deny even in contemporary media that he prefers skirts over pants)

Manic, however, does not seem nearly as comfortable and is way more patronising. He does not have good fem!vibes.

Aleena distracts Sonia from her friend, getting him caught…

…Sleet is 100% loving Sonic as a courtesan. “Wow, what a woman” indeed.

And Sonia is way more surprised to see Manic in a dress. Yes I make too much of this.

And Raphie gets partially robotocised! Nooo! But he’s mostly okay. Unlike with Cyrus, there is no angst to be had here. Only good vibes.

Sonia says Manic makes a much prettier girl than Sonic. I disagree. But luckily, Sonic is too cool to actually care. Slay.

Overall, a decent start to the week, with multiple OCs that I love dearly. We’ll never see Raphie again, sadly, which is probably just as well because Tashistahn leans into some slightly skeevy tropes, but the ANGST THAT COULD HAVE BEEN GUYS YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND. He lost his entire lower half! Bunnie Rabbot without the arm! There are REASONS she was subtextually horrifying!

Anyway.

The counters:

Sonic implying less than 100% American heterosexuality: 3

Sonia in love with Bartleby: 1/37

Sonia’s got super strength: 3

Manic's Thievery Is A Problem: 1

Next up, I think we meet Stripes, who I don’t actually remember why I made him into a Nice Guy TM, so we’ll see what happens.

[darlingletmesing]

Recs for:

Ryder/David

Davina/Trace

Tylvinian Tales and cause I wanna listen to the sound you associate with your work, can I get recs for:

The Crimson Bride in general

Infernal Serenade in general

Cats of Imperium

Remi/Sawyer

aaaaand the doggy game show WIP? (i hate that I can never remember the name cause it's such a good WIP and I remember LIKING the name but it always slips and GAH)

Gonna be honest, I don't know Davina and Trace's relationship dynamic well enough to recommend songs for them. But here is some song recs for Ryder/David:

Best Behavior by Louisa Johnson

Smoke Signals by Cavetown, Tessa Violet

Outnumbered by Dermot Kennedy

Blinded By Love by Lenka

Fix You by Coldplay

Jenny by Studio Killers

Hometown Smile by Bahjat

Whataya Want from Me by Adam Lambert

You Get Me So High by The Neighbourhood

I Don't Wanna See You Cryin' Anymore by Adam Melchor

Here's also the playlist link:

For Tylvinian Tales, I wasn't quite as confident with it since the WIP also focuses a lot on Ryder/David, but:

Lo-Fi Children by Wild Party

Everything's Okay by Lenka

Backyard Boy by Claire Rosinkranz

Bumpy Ride by The Hoosiers

Think Before I Talk by Astrid S

If You Ever Want To Be In Love by James Bay

broken by lovelytheband

Doubt by Twenty One Pilots

Choices by The Hoosiers

Chasing The Sun by Sara Bareilles

Here is the playlist:

As for my own WIPs, I'll do the top six songs for each.

The Crimson Bride:

The Attic by Yutaka Minobe

If The World Falls To Pieces by Young Summer

Mushroom Punch by Zella Day

Taking You Dancing by Jason Derulo

Padam Padam by Kylie Minogue

Sugar Water by Flower Face (tw abusive relationship, intense metaphors related to death)

Infernal Serenade:

Rats by Maximus KQ

Burning Pile by Mother Mother

Let It In by Josh Woodward (tw intense descriptions/ some body horror)

Dirty Town by Mother Mother

Devil in Paradise by Cruel Youth

The Red Means I Love You by Madds Buckley (tw blood, love obsession/violence)

Nocturnus by Adrian Von Ziegler

Go Get Your Gun by The Dear Hunter (tw mention of gun violence)

Christmas Kids by Roar (tw stalking? mention of drinking)

I Don't Take Insults Lightly by Madds Buckley

(I tried to mix in a variety from the different books and did ten for this one lol).

Cats of Imperium:

Soldier, Poet, King by The Oh Hellos

Day and Night (From "Shiki") by Christina Nova

Dusk Of A Northern Kindgdom by Adam Skorupa

Of Dreams and Dragons (Original Soundtrack) by Karpov Kinrade

A Celtic Lore by Adrian Von Ziegler

Moonsong by Adrian on Ziegler

Remi/Sawyer:

Why Do You Feel So Down by Declan McKenna

Cloud 9 by Beach Bunny

Squaring Up by Sir Chloe

Only Yourself by Kevin Devine

Honey And The Bee by Owl City

Noise in my Head by spookyghostboy (tw depression)

Milk by Jack Stauber's Micropop

Rose-Colored Boy by Paramore

First Love/Late Spring by Mitski

The Breeding Grounds:

Sway by Fitz and The Tantrums

Make You Mine - Acoustic by PUBLIC

Ghost of Chicago by Noah Floersch

Tangled Up - Lokee Remix by Cao Emerald, Lokee

Girls by Zella Day

City of Stars / Audition (From "La La La Land") [Mashup] by Bailey Pelkman

[iodotsys]

Do you read the invader zim comics?

Yep, I've read every single one of them, including the TruthShrieker issue.

I genuinely do not like the comics very much. They didn't feel like part of the series. They felt like spin off art done by a bunch of fans who didn't understand the characteristics of the show or the characters they were writing.

Also the way they did my man Dib dirty pisses me off to no end. They made him into a traditional 'nerd'. Uncoordinated, allergic to everything, having very specific diet, etc. Like, Dib literally can parkour up the side of a house, why can't he SKI??? He was attacked by dogs in Bolognus Maximus, why doesn't he have a complete asthma attack when running away??????????????

THIS BOY EATS NOTHING BUT BEANS, CEREAL AND SLUSHEES WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE HAS A STRICT DIET??????????????

DIB IS A NEO NERD, NOT A GEORGE MCFLY NERD. THERE IS A DIFFERENCE.

i did like the membrane having serious mental issues comic tho that was cool to see where dib gets it from. :) also zib's cool too. also vinny vinesauce is in there for some reason because why not.

[energonbunny]

What Transformer would Stiles become a Headmaster with?

Okay, so, to preface: I do not know much about the Headmasters. I've read, like, one entire fanfic that used/mentioned the premise and I've seen the wiki page, so I don't have much to go off of here.

Just to double check, you mean Stiles Stilinski, yes? Because I'm going to answer assuming you do (Stiles and Stiles, the only other one you could maybe mean is Miles but if so just let me know and I'll type out an answer for him). The thing with Stiles is... there are so many answers to this question that I think could be interesting, even just going off of the limited number of 'bots I see under the Headmasters wiki page. Some of the Transformers (just the Autobots, actually) I see listed are a few I already recognize from my limited amount of comic reading/show watching/fic reading, so that makes it a bit easier in that regard.

After a little bit of reading, I gravitated towards Fortress Maximus. I think that, for the most part, the two could mesh very well, and Stiles could definitely provide new ideas and ways of doing things that Fortress Maximus would never think of. Conversely, when they did clash, they would clash bad. Fortress Maximus would prefer to stop fighting, and just aims to protect. Stiles would aim to protect, but would also aim to finish the fight and would be willing to play dirty if he had to so he could make sure his loved ones were safe and healthy. Plus he would justify it because the other side would play dirty, so why shouldn't he? And Fortress Maximus would hate that.

Outside of that, him and Brainstorm would be a wild combination. Just... constant ideas and experiments and half thought up schemes. I feel like Brainstorm would just make some of Stiles' worst tendencies even worse, and vice versa. What was it that one time? Stiles once wrote that paper on circumcision and it wasn't even the topic? That would just become worse with Brainstorm, tbh. They would be a volatile combination because they would both have a tendency to hyper focus on one thing, which could definitely be bad if they forget about/push other stuff to the wayside for it. But the sheer amount of stuff they would come up with would somewhat make up for it? Someone would just have to babysit them and make sure they listened to rules, really.

Also... can I cheat? Because when I was thinking of Fortress Maximus I ended up thinking that basically FM would be Optimus Prime and Stiles would end up being sort of like Hot Rod/Rodimus Prime in a way, which with more thought was a bad comparison but it stuck because I think out of the three considerations, even though he isn't technically a Headmaster, I would pick Hot Rod/Rodimus Prime to stick with Stiles.

I think he and Stiles would be a fascinating combination! Both of them are rash and full of self bravado but also lacking in self confidence (RP more than HR, but you get it). Stiles would bring more planning and strategizing to the table, and HR/RP would be way better at faking the confidence aspect of things and bullshiting his way through certain things. Also, they would both adore driving certain people insane. RIP to Ultra Magnus and whatever peace he had before this unholy matrimony. Also, I once saw someone mention that it was incredibly funny so many pairings happened on the Lost Light/ended up there and that poor Rodimus had to watch it happen, and it would be even funnier with Stiles sharing his head demanding a play by play/being salty that robots were getting more action than he was.

I'm so sorry if this wasn't the answer you were hoping for! I know very little about the Headmasters as a whole so just had fun with it.