#we ended up brainstorming ideas and things we thought were gonna happen and then we got quiet and we agreed we shouldve gone to sleep after

[suck-mein-pokeballs]

Watched "The Outside" from Guillermo del Toro's Cabinet of Curiosities with my roommates

We all agree it was wack and the weakest episode so far

[bugboioli23]

Swerve x Human!Reader

Disclaimer: I haven't written fic for a few years so my skills are gonna be a bit shit to be honest, any criticism is welcome and id love to hear what you guys think 💚

THIS IS 18+ - size difference, valveplug, oral sex, fingerfucking, doggy style, riding - 2911 words - AFAB reader but no pronouns are used

You and Swerve had been friends since you stepped foot on the Lost Light. Something about his chatterbox personality and sitcom-like humor had you beaming whenever you were around him. The best nights were spent perched on the edge of the bar counter, rambling for hours on end with Swerve. Tonight was one of those nights. It was after the doors had closed, the bar empty and silent aside from the laughter ricocheting from the both of you. 

“Really?!” You yelped, eyes wide in surprise as you stared at the grinning minibot.

“I'm telling you! You wouldn't believe the amount of mechs who come by here asking for you!” Swerve replied with a chuckle, shaking his helm in shared disbelief. “Not only that but they actually think they could frag you! I'm probably one of the few bots on here who could frag you full sized.” Swerve paused, face freezing for a second as he quickly backtracked on his statement. “I mean- not that we would- NOT THAT I WOULDN'T WANT TO- I'm sure you’d make a lovely frag- NOT LIKE THAT- I JUST MEANT- im sorry- ” Swerve seemed to shrink in on himself as he continued to mumble to himself anxiously.

Your face burned red at the idea. The thought of a bot being stuffed between your folds, trembling at the foreign sensation of the wet flesh of your cunt. You wondered about the anatomy that laid hidden under the panels of your metallic friends. How similar are you compared to them? Just how compatible are your species? You already had gotten an enlightening talk from Brainstorm about Cybertronian anatomy after you explained human anatomy to him. (For his holoforms of course. No other reason.) You knew what you could take, but the fresh reality that this could happen left blood rushing south. 

“Uhm…  ____? You good? I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable or anything. I should’ve kept my mouth shut, I’m sorry.” Swerve looked at you apologetically. His light pout and the puppy eyes you could barely see behind his visor brought forth images that made warmth surge through your body once more. How would Swerve act if you asked him to fuck you? He seemed like the type of Cybertronian who wouldn’t mind a little experimenting with humans. He seemed like the type to whimper; the type to beg. 

Heat flushed through your face as reality caught back up to you. You flashed him a bright smile and waved your hand dismissively.

“Don’t worry about me, I’m alright. Just thinking.” You glanced at Swerve, who looked unconvinced. “Hey, weren’t you and Blurr going to open a bar before you came here?” You asked out of nowhere, hoping to turn his attention onto something else. It seemed to work because he was already telling you about how Blurr was secretly his best friend. While the bartender was distracted, you let your thoughts turn back to the ideas at hand. You found Swerve to be adorable, the way he seemed to always work with a smile despite people talking poorly about him. His fascination with your species’ tv and music and how he would light up when you offered another film for movie nights. After tonight’s conversation, you decided it’s now or never to shoot your shot with him.

“Swerve?” You looked him up and down with a smile, interjecting his speech on Blurr’s latest record break. “Do you think fragging a human would be possible?” You spoke sweetly, letting your voice fall an octave to emphasize your intentions. 

“Uhm, wouldn't Ratchet be better at answering that than I would?” Swerve thought he was hearing things. In his mind there was no possible way that you just asked what you had asked. His head must've made that up. It had to be some kind of self inflicted auditory hallucination. The way you smiled softly and rested a hand on his arm before leaning closer must also be a trick of the optics.

“Swerve, darling. I asked you for a reason.” You replied coyly, glancing up at him with an endearing grin. He felt his intake hitch and a sliver of charge run down his frame. 

“Oh.” He choked out, face tinted with the rush of energon. His cooling fans kicked on with just the mere suggestion of what tonight could entail. “I- I suppose we could- figure it out…” He grinned shyly.

“That’s a good mech.” You purred, wide grin never faltering as you hopped down from the counter. You sauntered out of the bar with a new sense of confidence, only pausing to gesture to him to follow before the doors closed behind you. Swerve had to take a minute to collect his thoughts before practically sprinting after you.

Your habsuite was uniquely modified for your species. Instead of a hard metal berth, you had a cushy soft bed adorned with a mass of plushies, pillows and blankets. Soft lighting glowed from lower points in the room instead of one harsh light from above. It had your special charm to it, and Swerve wanted to spend every moment he could in there with you. 

“So,” You started plopping yourself down on the edge of your bed, patting the spot next to you, “I’m going to skip all the pleasantries here, I want you to fuck me.”

Swerve let out a whine, feeling a surge of arousal flooding through his systems. His spike pressurized quickly, becoming heavy behind his panels with an embarrassingly loud thud. “Did you have to be so bold about it?” He hissed through clenched dentae as you gazed at him with desire. 

“I think it’s more fun to watch your reactions.” You hummed contentedly before climbing into his lap, “Can I kiss you? Would that be okay?” You spoke softly, but your eyes never left his face. Swerve nodded hastily, servos hovering above your body anxiously. His intake opened to start a flood of questions but you cut him off with a kiss, exploring the foreign texture of his pliable metallic face. The strange rubbery feeling of his glossa felt wonderfly new against the soft muscle of your tongue. You let out a soft noise of pleasure against his mouth before you were interrupted by a snap of panels retracting and an enticing pressure laying heavy on your thigh. 

“Oh- Slag, sorry I- you’re so- I wasn’t able to-,” Swerve began, but you pressed a finger to his lips as you looked down to study the new part of him. It was about 8 inches long, the red tip of it already leaking prefluids. It was mostly white, with a stripe of red along the underside decorated with biolights which pulsed needily. You trailed your hand lightly along the length, your fingers barely unable to touch around the girth of it. You looked back up at Swerve who was hiding behind his servos, face tinted pink with energon. 

“Listen… I know I’m not as big as other bots but please… don’t stop whatever you were planning to do.” Swerve mumbled shyly, peeking at you between his digits.

“Oh, hun. You don’t have to worry about anything. You’ve got more than enough for me to enjoy.” You smiled, sliding off his lap to kneel between his legs. “May I?” You asked, wanting to explore his anatomy further. 

He let out a shaky exvent with a nod and you ran your fingers along the grooves and panels of the Cybertronian anatomy. It wasn’t until you had gotten eye level with his spike that you had noticed his valve. It was dripping with transfluid and the hooded node was glowing a beautiful blue. You looked up at him from your position, eyes full of lust. 

“Change of plans. Lean back for me, I’ve gotta taste you.” You purred, firmly pushing against his midsection lightly as he rested his back against the wall of pillows. You gently pushed his thighs open and trailed two fingers against the slick folds of his valve, coating your fingers in the sticky substance. You studied your digits before popping them into your mouth. The pink fluid was metallic and sour, but addicting in a strange way. You wanted more. Spreading his folds with one hand, you delved into his valve. Swerve watched, entranced by the way you slid the flat of your tongue against him. The sensation made him let out soft groans, which encouraged you more. You took your other hand and gently circled his anterior node, ghosting the edges of it teasingly. Your tongue dove into his entrance and you felt the inner calipers twitch and throb with need. 

“Oh frag… you’re good a-at this. I’m- hnghh… I don’t have enough stamina for t-this!” Swerve whined as you moved the hand separating his folds and you backed away from his plush valve.

“Don’t worry, you are doing so good. Just lie back and let me take care of you, okay?” You cooed and went back to lapping at the transfluid that fell from his folds. One hand finally gave his anterior node pressure while your other hand went up to stroke at his spike lazily. The result of your combined actions had Swerve clawing at the sheets, his intake falling open as he gasped and mewled out so many words you couldn’t tell what he was saying until it was too late. 

Warm fluid gushed over your face as he overloaded while you were still tongue deep in his valve. His spike throbbed in your hand as you felt more transfluid land in your hair and shoulder. 

“FRAG- Ah- hah…!” Swerve whined as his frame trembled through the aftershocks. “Oh slag im so sorry!” His visor came back online just in time to witness your mouth and jaw covered in dripping pink fluids.

You licked your lips and wiped your face with your shirt before taking it off and tossing it aside. “Hey.. hey no worries. It’s okay. You’re okay.” You kissed his cheek, patting his thigh softly. “You did amazing. I’m so glad I could make you feel good.” 

Swerve let out another high whine, seeing your chest bare before him. He slowly raised his servos to graze the flesh around your nipples. You sighed softly and raised your hands to press his servos more firmly to your skin. Swerve was still panting from his previous overload but he leaned in to press his lips gently against your sternum. His servos wandered up to press and massage at your nipples, circling them like you did to his node earlier. Your back arched, pushing your chest further into his servos as your mouth fell open softly. Swerve looked up at you, visor glowing with excitement and awe. “You’re stunning. I mean- frag, look at you, coated with my overload. Mine…” He breathed out, eyes trailing down your body to rest at your pants. He seemed to swallow before shakily continuing. “D-Do you still want me t-to..you know.. t-”

“I still want you to fuck me, Swerve.” You finished for him, moving your hands to swiftly undo the buttons of your pants, pulling off your undergarments at the same time and tossing them behind you. You grabbed onto his wrist and guided his fingers up towards your wet folds. Swerve got the hint and gently worked one finger into the tight heat of your cunt. He could feel the gentle pulse and pull of your walls around his digit, and he could barely imagine what it would feel like around his spike. After he felt you loosen up a bit, he slid in a second digit. You let out a gasp and a soft groan at the stretch, knowing that this was just the beginning if you wanted to be prepared to take his spike. 

Swerve gently curled and flexed his digits, exploring your sex thoroughly as his processor worked overtime to memorize which movements felt the best for you. His audials turned to max sensitivity to be sure he could hear every whine and murmur of praise that fell from your lips. He could feel the second rush of energon repressurising his spike the more he pumped his digits into you. You glanced down between the both of you to smirk at his array before leaning in and pressing another kiss to his jaw.

“Awh, look at you,” You cooed, lifting your hips up to grind the tip of his spike against your clit. Swerve let out a strained whine as his hips bucked up involuntarily. Your smirk only grew. “You’re such a pretty mech for me.”

“Hnf s-stop…” Swerve whispered bashfully, turning his helm away as energon rushed to his faceplates once more.

“I mean it.” You continued, slowly easing yourself down on his spike as you guided his gaze to meet yours. Swerve’s intake fell open and his spinal struts arched as your body enveloped his length. His servos flew to your hips when he finally bottomed out inside you. The heat of your cunt pressed upon every sensor and node on his spike with such certainty that he could barely concentrate on your words. 

“Hhoh fraggghh, how are you s-so- so-ooHHFRAG-” Swerve had started to speak but you decided that now was the time to lift your hips and slam yourself back down. You started to ride the mech like an animal, your hips popping up halfway only to quickly push him back inside. Swerve let out a chorus of moans and yelps as his servos twitched against the soft plush of your thighs, squeezing every now and then to ground himself. It wasn’t until your legs started to burn that you were reminded of something. You quickly stopped your movements and grinned down at Swerve as he abruptly gasped and looked at you with a beautiful expression of desperation. 

“Wh-why- why’dya stop?” Swerve asked, his speech slurred from the sudden absence of pleasure.

“Sorry, but I just remembered that you’re the one who’s supposed to be fucking me.” You pulled yourself off of his spike and he let out a pathetic mewl at the loss of your body. His pout was quickly wiped from his face when he witnessed you getting down on all fours and slyly shaking your hips at him. You turned to smirk over your shoulder at him as he gawked at you. Not another second had passed before Swerve was on top of you, his spike easily finding its way back into your slick folds. He started pounding into you, the weight of his body pressing down nicely on your back as he mounted you.

“Mnh, there you go, good boy Swerve.” You moaned out as his spike pistoned in and out of you, shoving your body into the mattress. Swerve was brought to a mindless ramble as your pussy sucked him in deeper and tightened around him.

“Ahfraggingprimusyouretight-“ Swerve whimpered as you clenched around him harder. Your body trembled as you felt his spike throb inside you. Swerve hovered over you, intertwining his servos over your fingers as he thrust into you rapidly. “F-Frag, ____ I’m not gonna l-last much longer-“

“Good, keep going. I want you to fill me with your transfluid. Overload in me like the good mech you are.” You grinned against the mattress, turning to look at him smugly, reaching down between your legs to rub at your clit. Swerve leaned down to mewl and whine against the back of your neck as he chased his own pleasure, pushing your hips further up with every pump of his hips. 

“Fuck, Swerve- I’m-!“ You felt your eyes roll back at the drag of his thickness against your walls and you let out a filthy moan as you hit your climax. You felt the slick of your cum coat his panels as your sex tightened  around him. The whimper that left his vocalizer was angelic as he let his spike empty itself within you. Thick ropes of transfluid coated your insides, the warm sensation of sheer fullness bringing you back down from your high. Your body continued to pulse around his spike, milking him of the last of his overload as he gave a few final lazy thrusts. 

The two of you lay there panting for a while before he slowly pulled out of you, watching in awe as his cum started to slide down your thighs. You slowly turned and sat up, feeling your combined fluids seeping out of you and onto the sheets. 

“Ah… that was… let me get you a towel.” Swerve gasped, stepping to the closet to grab a towel to wipe you down with, wetting it with warm water before gently cleaning you. He lifted and placed you on the other side of the bed, putting the used towel over the wet spot after cleaning and closing his panels. 

You stared at the red and white mech with unveiled adoration as he finally sat next to you again. You leaned in and peppered his face with kisses as he gently rubbed your thigh. 

“Swerve, you do know how to keep your mouth shut about some things, right?” You murmured sleepily, hoping the bartender could keep his mouth shut for at least a week or two before word got out that the human is a mechfucker.

“Uhuh, yeah. Definitely.” Swerve nodded with determination. You sighed with a small smile, already accepting that your next appearance in the bar would not be the same after this.

[judgementdayslittle]

Okayyy but how would the Judgment day react to their princess being upset/just having a bad day/maybe the got in trouble

So Princess gives Them all the silent treatment?🩷😭🙏🏻

-You were grumpy and causing chaos all day! Your caregivers kept telling you that you need to be a good girl, but no!

-So what if you don't want to be a good girl? You should be able to play with that glass vase if you want to, darn it!

-So for the rest of the day, you just sit there and ignore them.

-They first notice this when Papi comes up to you and asks "Would you like a snack, princesa?"

-And just.... nothing! You humph and turn away from him with your arms crossed.

-It was both adorable and concerning to him. "Come on princesa, are you still upset? How about we play together to get your mind off of things?" He suggested. Still nothing.

-He called Rhea over to see if she could help.

-"What's the matter princess? Did a cat bite your tongue?" She asked playfully. Trying to make you laugh. Still nothing.

-The she tried to ticket you, but you scooted away, a sign that you didn't want to be touched. And if course Mami respects your boundaries! No matter the situation.

-Then Finn came in and came up with an idea of his own.

-"She wanted to use the vase for a cooking pot, right? Why not give her something else to use?"

-They got a pot from the kitchen and placed it in front of you.

-You do want to play...But you don't want to acknowledge them. So your baby brain came up with the perfect idea!

-You say "Dis pot telwaported.", pick it up, and walk away.

-They sighed. Trying to brainstorm ways for you to talk to them.

-They thought about maybe saying something like they're going out for ice cream without you, or even go as far as to say they're gonna get a new baby because you went missing. But they very quietly shot that idea down. Manipulation is not the way to go.

-In the end, they decided to try one more thing. If it didn't work, they would just let you get your steam out.

-They come up to you and start talking to you.

-"Princesa, we're sorry if you got upset because we wouldn't let you play with the vase. We were scared that if it ended up breaking, you could get hurt from all the glass shards. And we don't want our baby hurt." Damian said.

-"Papi's right, sweetheart. We don't want our little princess to get hurt. We love you too much to let that happen. And right now, we really want to play with our baby. Will you let us play with you?" Rhea said.

-Well... You did feel bored playing alone. And you guess you can understand them not wanting you to get booboos.

-So with a big grin, you say "Okay! I make you soup then!"

-All three caregivers happily agree to try your soup.

-Even though your "soup" is warm water with you foods in it, they still enjoy it. More happy that they have their baby back than anything.

[agustdiv1ne]

honestly? it could've been worse.

lots of things happened in 2023, both good and bad, in real life and on this hellsite. i feel like i've started to hone in on my voice as a writer this year, and my creativity and motivation just seemed to skyrocket for absolutely no reason. it's been fun sharing my work with you guys, and i'm forever grateful for all the love and support i have received <3 furthermore, thank you so so much for 4k followers!!!!! i never thought i would reach such a milestone, so it truly means a lot :')

there's a lot i wish i could have done during 2023 that i didn't end up doing, but i think it is best to focus on what i did accomplish and use that as a stepping stone towards better things. also, there were a lot of times where i didn't feel content with where and who i was. right now, however, i can confidently say that i am happy; i am hoping that happiness will be abundant for everyone in 2024! we all deserve it!!

furthermore, everyone worked hard, so i hope you all give yourself some grace in order to recharge and reset. taking breaks is paramount in maintaining your health and happiness, and i'm glad i learned that it's okay for me to take them lol.

so happy new year everyone! i hope 2024 brings many wonderful things your way, and may we all have a lovely year!! <33

to: @gummygowon 🖤

MAIIII hi ilysm <333 i can't believe we've been friends for 3 years like that's fucking crazy. we have both been THROUGH it over the years but i'm so glad that we've always been able to talk to each other about the crazy shit that happens to both of us 😹 like idk who else i could talk about it with honestly. we are seriously like the same person which is so wild to me but i'm also so grateful for it fr!! i would trust you with my life methinks...also talking about fic ideas with you is so fucking fun. our brainstorming sessions go crazy fr ‼️ ANYWAYS i need to stop being sappy so i love you bitch and we WILL meet up this year or else i will riot!!! happy new year <3

to: @lunalovesstories 🖤

lunaaaa hii!!!! my fellow yeonjun stan, we feel the same pain and suffering whenever he is wilding LOL </3 also i feel like we became close super fast hehe ^^ i'm so glad that we became friends this year and i am forever grateful for you and how kind and supportive and overall amazing you are. becoming moots and friends with you was definitely one of my highlights of 2023!! our daily conversations are something i always look forward to no matter how short or long they are; i truly love talking with you and i hope we can continue to get closer this year :) happy new year! <33

to: @cheolhub 🖤

SAR!!!! ik you haven't been super active as of late so i hope you've been well <3 you are genuinely so cool and i love you sm. i think i screamed when we became moots and then when we started actually talking to each other i screamed even more...embarrassing. well anyways moving on! you are so fucking funny and i love hearing about what you're up to whenever you reappear on disc. you singlehandedly made me reconsider my bias line in svt bc cheol is currently infiltrating it </3 also lmk if you ever need me to fight that girl bc i will do it. no questions asked. seriously though, i hope you're thriving in the year of 2024, happy new year <3

to: @toruro 🖤

mika mika mika hiiiii ^^ you are crazy in the best way tbh, i aspire to be as unhinged as you are...LMAO moving on, you are hella kind and such a fun person to talk to! i love hearing about what you get up to bc it's usually funny af. like. you are just so real. you are such a bright spot on tumblr, please never change because you are amazing and ilysm <3 also your writing is insane. i always start gnawing on my leg when i see that you posted bc i know it's gonna be a banger!!!! you never miss!!!!!!! okay anyways ily again and i hope you have a happy new year <3

to: @prodsh00ky 🖤

hi sam!!!!!!! i hope you've been doing well <3 i know our convos are sporadic af but i always enjoy talking to you and hearing all of your updates! i just think you're so cool and i always get so excited whenever i see you pop up in my messages. i also love talking about writing with you because you understand my pain LOL. i know you're quite busy so i hope everything in your life is going well!! i also hope that 2024 brings you great things because you truly deserve it :) happy new year!!!

to: @koqabear 🖤

sol....my enemy >:( i will not forget all of those assassination attempts that you tried on me throughout 2023. trust me, i won't. JK ANYWAYS HFJHHFDJ you are like the coolest most awesome person on this website to me and i am so grateful that we are friends <3 also grateful that we started talking this year after being moots for a long while. i've always wanted to talk to you tbh so i'm glad i stopped being a weak little bitch and finally did it 😹 i will always go insane over your fics and write like a 2k word essay in response each time, so i hope that doesn't bother you...i will not be stopping though so ig it doesn't matter.......anyways, happy new year!! here's to another year on this hellsite <3

to: @boba-beom 🖤

smiles!!! you are such a ray of light on my dash, i swear i always smile when i see that you've posted. i know we don't talk all that often but i genuinely am so grateful that we are mooties n friends :> you are one of my longest moots, and i am so glad that you have stayed on here as long as you have because idk what i would do without you fr <3 you are so talented and kind and just a wonderful person to be around! happy new year!! may you be happy n healthy this year <33

and to all of my lovely mutuals: @nightlyawnzz @wolfytae-exe @aduh0308 @hyuk4ngel @dearlyjun @takemehye @mazeinthemoon @tyunkus @mixtape-racha @huckleberrykai @naomiarai @hyukalyptus @mapofthemazeinthemirror @taegimood @blackhairedjjun @txtistheloml @heart2beom @majestyjun @fairyofshampgyu @ttyunz @huenation @cherrypeeking @tyungelic @ncteez @peachanonie @hyewka @heartchoi @beom-pyu @petrichor-han @hoshiseon @strawbrinkofdeath @delcakoo @beoms-sugar @minastras @0x11s @hwasdollie @mimziie @baekhvuns @wooyukh @venusiangguk @ah-ga-seven @jimilter @ateezmakemeweep

hello and happy new year!! i hope all of you doing well and that 2024 is treating you well so far :) no matter how much/little we interact, please know that i am so happy to be sharing this space with you ^^ that being said, i hope we can interact more this year!!! (i promise i will try to be less shy,, the keyword here is try) you are all amazing people and i love you all mwahhh <333

🖤 — january

27: give me more (m) — yeonjun ; est. relationship au, pwp

🩶 — february

regrettably empty :(

🤍 — march

23: 10:52 p.m. — soobin ; college au, introverts at a party

🖤 — april

04: frat boy!yeonjun

07: confession — chan ; best friends to lovers au + self-care (m) — seonghwa ; est. relationship au, soft smut

08: corruption (m) — hyunjin ; est. relationship au, corruption kink

11: stormy night (m) — seonghwa ; est. relationship au, hwa vs. your fear of storms (he wins)

13: industry lovers — yeonjun ; strangers to lovers au, idol!reader

16: guitar lesson — beomgyu ; best friends to lovers au

21: 2:54 p.m. — taehyun ; college lab partner au

🩶 — may

09: picnic date with boyfriend!yeonjun

16: brother's best friend (m) — yunho ; the au is the title lmfao + 10:21 p.m. (m) — soobin ; est. relationship au, car sex + early mornings with boyfriend!yeonjun

19: vacationing with boyfriend!yeonjun

27: 8:02 p.m — hueningkai ; jack frost au

28: cowboy!yeonjun (m-ish)

🤍 — june

01: double trouble (m) — hongjoong + seonghwa ; poly au

03: 9:05 p.m. (m) — yeonjun ; plane sex pt.1

06: 9:23 p.m. (m) — yeonjun ; plane sex pt.2

13: the horrors — yeonjun ; est. relationship au, horror actress!reader

23: txt finding out you have an onlyfans (m)

24: late night outing with boyfriend!soobin

26: dry humping (m) — minho ; pwp

🖤 — july

04: meeting odi for the first time with boyfriend!soobin

08: 12:43 a.m. (m) — yeonjun ; best friends to lovers au + best friend!txt finding out you write smut about them online

started my 3k event: love like the movies!! (which is still ongoing. i'm so sorry)

13: 3k event — yeonjun + howl's moving castle (m)

17: 3k event — beomgyu + titanic (m)

24: 3k event — taehyun + twilight (m)

31: 3k event — hueningkai + enchanted

🩶 — august

05: 11:01 p.m. (m) — yeonjun ; rockstar au + 3k event — soobin + the avengers

11: 11:58 p.m. (m) — yeonjun + taehyun ; stoner fratboys au

26: 3k event — taehyun + the proposal (m)

🤍 — september

02: 3k event — beomgyu + the devil wears prada (m)

12: ticket to nowhere (but your heart) (m) — yeonjun ; strangers to lovers au

21: untitled (m) — beomgyu ; college au, tutor!reader

22: untitled (m) — taehyun ; college au, nerd!taehyun

🖤 — october

03: telepathy (m) — beomgyu ; mind reader au

23: 3:13 a.m. (m) — beomgyu ; vampire au

🩶 — november

07: 9:51 p.m. (m) — soobin ; serial killer au

🤍 — december

started my 4k event: finish my 3k event LMAO

🖤 — writing plans

get my 3k (and now 4k?) event done (#1 priority after i finish my current soobin wip)

rings of saturn (tear me apart) (m) — taehyun ; college au, friends to lovers au

going under (m) — taehyun + kai ; surfers!tyunning, summer fling au

and they were roommates! (m) — choi line ; college au, new roommate!reader

cross (m) — yeonjun ; cyberpunk au, cyborg!yeonjun

wait on me — kai ; college au, cafe au

the language of love (and the woes that accompany it) — beomgyu ; soulmate au

love, unabridged — soobin ; single dad au, neighbors to lovers au

adagio (m) — yoongi ; second chance at romance au

art incarnate (m) — namjoon + seokjin ; cursed!seokjin, museum curator!namjoon, love triangle

and many many more..........you will see. this is just a taste >:)

🩶 — goals for this blog + myself

interact with more ppl! and more often!!

write 150k words?? we'll see...

write longer fics!!

plan a collab event ^^ i've always wanted to host one, and i think this year is the year!

that was long as hell (sorry)...anyways! once again, happy new year!! love you all <3

- ashlee

p.s. check out my 2023 fic recs post here :)

[theartofeverything]

OO OO for the ask game; #25. Showing up injured at their enemie's house? :]

Ok. While brainstorming for how to answer this, I realized a catastrophic deficit in In This Together.

There are no lesbians.

How could this happen?!? This must be fixed immediately.

So an idea came to me, an absolutely awful, massively homoerotic idea. Both of my big bad guys are women. Leading armies in a ruthless war against eachother.

They banged.

At some point before the Mutant War broke out, when the Purple Dragons were trying to solidify their grip on New York City after routing the Kraang, Kendra got shot during a skirmish with a dissenting human faction on the fringe of the city. The fight went badly and Kendra’s team was scattered into the night.

Tired and wounded, Kendra stumbled into a run down mansion hidden in the woods. There was a light inside so she went in expecting to find some human survivors who hopefully wouldn’t mind letting her crash for the night.

What she was not prepared for was the General of the Kraang’s mutant forces, presumed dead after the Battle of New York, the Shredder.

Monster x Old Woman Yuri below the cut ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️

(Nothing explicit, just a tad suggestive. Art at the end with some tasteful nudity if you wanna scroll down just for that. Leaving the ending up to your own imaginations 😉)

Kendra could feel her blood pounding through every inch of her body, through the tight muscles of her legs, ready to make a run for it, through the burning hole in her shoulder where she’d been shot, through her white knuckled fingers aiming an empty gun at the monster in front of her. 

The Shredder stared back at her from behind its mask, listening carefully to her thoughts. She was trying to calculate exactly how long it would take her to make it back out the door, how far she would be able to run before blacking out from exhaustion and blood loss, how many hits she could give and take before going down. The math was not working out well. She wouldn’t make it back alive from this fight.

Tentatively uncoiling a tendril of its own mind, the shredder whispered into hers ‘don’t kill me and I won’t kill you’

Kendra’s eyes widened in a mixture of horror and awe. It spoke.

‘You can put the gun down. We both know it’s empty,’ the thing mind-whispered again.

Slowly, Kendra lowered the gun. Her boddy’s last ditch effort burst of adrenaline was wearing off and she was starting to see spots.

“Deal,” she said, then promptly slumped to the floor and passed out.

Kendra woke up to three surprises. 1: She was still alive. 2: The Shredder had not been a hallucination, or if it had, she must be still hallucinating because it was still here mere feet away from her. And 3: she was naked.

“At least buy a girl dinner first,” she slurred. Why did her mouth feel numb? Did the thing drug her or was this a symptom of blood loss?

The Shredder traced the strings of her thoughts to figure out what that phrase meant and responded by triggering a memory of a laugh.

Why did it’s laugh sound like Cassandra’s? Kendra wondered, suddenly feeling much more awake.

‘I chose one you had positive feelings towards’

It heard that? Shit, could it hear everything she was thinking?

‘Sorry about the sedation, I didn’t want you waking up and forgetting our deal’

“Like I’m gonna kill you without any weapons,” Kendra scoffed.

It held her gaze. Kendra couldn’t see its eyes, if it had any. But she could feel its stare boring into her mind, turning over thoughts and memories. She could, and they both knew it.

Slowly, the Shredder reached behind its back and undid a clasp, the metallic spikes on its shoulders slid off. Piece by piece, it removed the exoskeleton to reveal smooth irridescent skin underneath. At the very last, it reached its pale clawed fingers under the rim of the helmet and lifted.

Kendra stared in fascination at the face before her, gleaming dark eyes splayed across it like the petals of a macabre flower. It was terrifying and grotesque, entirely inhuman, and yet… there was something mesmerizing in the glow of its many pupils, in the strange curves of its bones. It was beautiful.

‘Now we’re even’ it spoke to her mind.

Since only one of them was a mind reader, Kendra supposed she’d have to take the creature’s word for it.

“So what were you doing while I was out? You could’ve just searched me if you wanted to make sure I didn’t have any other weapons to wake up and stab you with.” Or you could have killed me, she thought.

‘Well where would be the fun in that?’ the creature replied with a shift of its facial muscles that Kendra more understood than recognized as its equivalent of a grin. ‘I wanted to study you,’ it continued after a pause. ‘I haven’t seen many of your species that have reached this level of maturity.’

“You calling me old?” Kendra laughed.

‘Yes, it’s a compliment. To have survived this long on a planet with these conditions is impressive.’

“You’ve got a rather impressive track recccord yourself, could’ve sworn you were a gonner after we collapsed that building on you in the Battle of New York.”

‘I have… some helpful abilities in such situations’

“What kind of abilities?” Kendra asked with a bit of coy curiosity. She’d seen mutants do some pretty unexplainable things and everyone knew the Shredder was powerful, catch a glimpse of those gleaming spikes and you’ve gotta decide quick weather to call in reinforcements or get the hell out of there, but no one knew exactly what its powers were.

‘I can demonstrate if you let me,’ it said reaching a hand toward her.

At this point, if the thing was going to hurt her, it certainly would have by now. Kendra’s curiosity won out.

“Show me.”

Its pale skin and polished talons were cool on her bare skin but a warmth blossomed in her flesh beneath the touch, spreading outwards with a slight glow. There was a slight burning sensation in the soul of her foot where a thorn had pierced through her shoe while she was running in the dark. Then it was gone. Brushing the blood away with the soft side of one of its fingers, the shredder revealed the healed skin underneath.

‘I can do the rest if you like,’ it said, gesturing to the various injuries littering her body from the fight.

“Certainly won’t say no to that,” said Kendra with an impressed sigh. “leave the shoulder though. My team saw me get shot. I show back up without a bullet wound and people will ask questions. I’ve got some bandages in my jacket I could use a hand with though.”

Retrieving the bandages, the Shredder began wrapping her shoulder with one hand while its other sent waves of energy through her.

“Do you have a name?” She asked eventually.

‘Tang Shen’

[fabuloustrash05]

Can we have a bit of info on 2003 Mona Lisa and or headcannons about her if you have thought of any? It's okay if you haven't yet-

I'm still trying to put together her story consider I have not watch 2003 yet, so I wanna build her story around the canon knowledge and rules of 03's world, but so far for her story I came up with 2 ideas:

She was visiting TCRI on a school field trip and went off to snoop around. She ended up in a part of the building she should not have been in which led to her being in an accident that resulted in her being mutated.

She was an intern for Baxter Stockman (before he hired April), until one day she discovered his evil plans, he experimented on her which resulted in her mutation.

I'm thinking about going for the first option, but I also like the idea of her having a vendetta against Stockman too. Again, it's a work in progress.

Now for HCs about her:

She's a human turned mutant lizard and is a year older than the Turtles.

She's a science prodigy, very smart and has a passion for chemistry. Because of her intelligence she was being accepted into college early and was planning to go but then her mutation happened.

Mona is a plan ahead kind of person. As a human, she had her whole life planned out to a T. She knew what she wanted and her goals were set in stone. When things were finally going her way, exactly as planned, everything was taken from her in a matter of seconds. As a mutant her whole world is now different, with her having no clue what she should do now. She can't contact her family or friends ("what would they think of me?!"), she feels as if her identity has been altered/ripped away from her, and her future is now changed and she is scared of where her life will go now. In the beginning she's very bitter about being a mutant, but over time and with some help from friends she'll met along the way, she'll learn to love herself again and realizes that not knowing what will come next is the greatest part of living your life.

Of course her and Raph have a little thing. They like each other, but desperately try to hide it by arguing with one another and acting like they hate each other. *cue True Love by P!nk* Everyone can see the romantic tension between them and wonder "WHEN THE HELL ARE THEY GONNA KISS??!!"

I like to think that April becomes like a big sister figure for her. And if I go with the Stockman route for her backstory, this would give the girls something to bond over and talk shit about their ex boss.

Mona is good friends with Donnie too, and sometimes she hangs out with him in his lab and they do experiments together and brainstorm invention ideas. This often results in Raph hanging out in the lab "for no reason at all" and watches Donnie and Mona work. He's totally not jealous or anything.

Now for some other fun facts about her!

Her favorite color is pink (but she also likes red)

She was a part of her high school's gymnastics team

She's into kickboxing and wrestling

She dresses very feminine but she's a tomboy at heart

Her favorite food is pancakes with bananas and extra syrup

With her new lizard body, she can walk on walls and the ceiling

She loves horror movies and psychological thrillers

She doesn't think aliens are real and still refuses to believe it even after Donnie introduces her to Jhanna and she comes across the Utrom.

[favesgrave]

since i am so normal i started up an earthspark warrior cats au and then my friends (hi friends @echoblaze5 @benadrylcandlewhack @velvety-vixen @badgerdigsbones @satellitedish38) brainstormed more ideas for it so big thanks to them. anyways here's the stuff under the cut:

okay so i'm still chipping away at actual plot but the current sort of story is that megatron (he's called stoneheart in this au and badger came up with that name so ty badger) led his own clan that was basically the decepticons and went to war with the autobot clan. at a certain point he has a bit of a change of heart and is like "so guys. maybe this fighting isn't worth it"

his warriors are understandably like "dude what the fuck do you mean. we've been fighting for YOU and now you're backing out. traitor" and he ends up getting chased out. optimus (who i havent thought of a name for yet) is like "oh you silly goose. if you want peace then come on over and live with us!!!"

it's. a big adjustment.

he goes from stonestar to stoneheart and literally no one but optimus trusts him because they used to be pretty tight

also this has no big impact on the plot but i thought it'd be cool if autoclan (that is NOT their actual name i am working on it!!!) lived in a cave on a mountain and decepticlan (again not their name) lived on an island in a lake to sort of resemble how things were in g1. you know with the ark in the mountain and the nemesis underwater. yeah you get it

ANYWAAAYSSS. decepticlan's a bit messy after they drove out stoneheart because they didn't really think that far ahead, it all just kind of happened. starscream (who i'm gonna call finchshriek for now) is like "guys i'm the deputy so duh i'm the leader"

back in autoclan barn cats dot and alex join with their apprentice-aged kits robby and mo!!! most of the humans r probably kittypets (suggested by echo) but the maltos are barn cats and they r small enough to lay on fluffy ears

everyone loves fluffy ears

eventually dot and alex have two more kits, twitchkit and thrashkit! because yeah if we can have kits with the prefix "flip" then they can keep their names

stoneheart's been a warrior in autoclan for a while now and optimus is like "hey. hey watch this" and makes him twitchpaw's mentor when the time comes

okay pretty much everyone was talking about this (except me cuz i was drawing) but miko is a hardcore kittypet with a spiked collar and her owners put pink streaks in her fur. she follows bulkhead around a lot and talks his ear off. and we came to the conclusion that bulkhead is also a valid warrior name!!!!

also elita is the deputy of autoclan. i might name her something like rosethorn

twitchpaw and thrashpaw's warrior names r twitchflight and thrashkick

nightshade, jawbreaker, and hashtag also exist. nightshade already has a warrior name so that one was easy. jawbreaker might be called something like boulderjaw (or who knows might just say fuck it and keep jawbreaker) and for hashtag, we settled on the prefix "flash"

jawbreaker's mentor is gonna be grimlock. hashtag's will be rosethorn

i just thought of this while typing but i think the dinobots could all just be a random litter of kits wheeljack found abandoned in the wounds and he'd adopt them

speaking of wheeljack!!! he is missing an ear and has a bobtail because velvet said so and is absolutely correct. that's kinda it for him for now

bumblebee is called beestrike!!! as an apprentice he was friends with breakdown (who i might call blueleap or blueskip cuz he's got a fearless attitude or whatever) and they'd meet up at gatherings and sometimes in secret by sneaking out of their camps. ben was like "bee could be like how graystripe was whenever he saw silverstream and make little cat biscuits" and yeah that's pretty much him. once the war breaks out their friendship becomes strained and even when there's peace, it's gonna be a little awkward at first

i dont know if i'd bring knockout into the au but he was easy to think of. he's decepticlan's medcat and is named scarletshine

this was probably unintelligible but i had to make the post somewhere

[straycalamities]

🍀✨🌼🌺🥊 for ace?

this is an essay (oops) so readmore B') tons of ramblings especially about the concept, origins, and brainstorming of ace below

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

so when camp entre (truffula flu) was in its death throes, i kinda saw the end coming over the horizon and was already thinking "well, i'm really attached to a lot of the things we've done here what if i made an original webcomic based on that" and so i had to start populating it

well originally i made andrew to be in entre's spot and he was literally deoncelerized entre (until 2019 when he rly became his own thing w just some similarities) and i'm literally swagtre-obsessed til i die so i was like well obviously i want to recreate a similar dynamic so i literally made ace to be andrew's love-interest and foil. that's why i include swag as one of his inspirations and it's..kinda obvious too. but trufflu swag-mod was fine w the obvious inspiration so it's all good

it was like a decade ago i did this so things are fuzzy but i remember when things really Hit me was when i remembered(? or someone mentioned? i forgor. just basically i ended up watching) Ferris Bueller's Day Off and it literally smacked me in the face like i know Exactly what i want to do for this character now. i threw in some eddy from eene and kuzco from emperor's new groove and boom. i had him.

(i cant find my original drawings of him rn but he just. looked like some Dude at the beginning lol)

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

now we get to the next part of ace's development. so when i made him he was kinda just..on the backburner but! i got the idea to try and put him in thneedville/thornville high and develop him there, but i Also wanted there to be more girl charas in the au and i was like "well i think his personality would be really interesting in a girl chara" so i made him a girl for my concept for that au

him and his twin (was gonna be run by spike/rocky's mod) they were Ace and Anna (i think..) he still has the kinda original look here even if i made it a bit more feminine. he also doesnt have a twin anymore. i joke he absorbed her in the womb and that's why he's so lucky.

bc the thing i kept was when i originally made him (cis male), his name was gonna be Dwayne and he just chooses to go by Ace bc its a cooler name. and when i made him a girl his name was gonna be equally embarrassing so he..still ended up going by Ace. (i kept it. it's his deadname now LMAO) bc after the highschool au was a Flop for me, i was like well no i want him to be a guy again but decided to make him trans bc i didnt have a trans chara yet and i thought it was Time, especially as a trans man myself, to have a chara with those sorts of experiences like me :3

i was attached to the name Ace bc 1. its fkn cool 2. i always knew i wanted him to be asexual so. the puns 3. there's a lot more puns to be made w a name like Ace and it just fit his demeanor and stuff and the way he loves doing stuff with cards (cardtricks, poker, etc) there's a lot of weight on his name being Ace and i love it

his full name is Ace Dale Miller. and it was meant to sound redneck af. being someone born n raised in mississippi, i know the culture very well LMAO and so his middle name is bc his dad (regardless of being born afab) gave him that middle name bc of Dale Earnhardt. and Miller comes from the beer of the same name. bc that was a thing i wanted was his discontent and disconnect from his roots but never fully escaping them

🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

in his mainverse (zombie apoc comic whenever that happens) i keep him early-mid 30s and typically that's the age-range i default to and have done the most to Set Up for. i like him being old enough to make a name for himself and be Set (before whatever plot happens to tear it all apart) and also being in that age but having the tendencies of a manbaby. it's funni to me

however in the cult au i want to eventually get running on a blog, he's going to be a senior in high school and being a teen is the general age-range i go for for that au

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

i'm a chronic multi-shipper especially with my own ocs, so he's had flings with a lot of my friends' and former-friends' ocs, but the main chara i default to (and is canon in his canon universes) is Andrew :3

he was literally created to go with him so. ya.

exposes my obvious swagtre-redraws but acedrew. the Original Vision

but like i said i'm always down to clown with any oc with him at any time. he's just hard to love and hard to get to realize he loves. so everyone has to be prepared for that LMAO

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

his favorite things to do: be right, be correct, other people be wrong but not him, mobile games like candy crush, poker, card-tricks, darts, billiards, blackjack, craps, you get the idea he likes to gamble and do stuff you find in bars, he also likes singing, he also likes getting his way by any means necessary like it's a thrill for him to outplay and even manipulate other people so that things end up in his favor when luck isn't already working for him, he likes to show off but only when it works and people fawn over him for being so cool and skilled. oh yeah he also lowkey likes pranks and trolling ppl but he doesn't do it a ton? so i wouldn't call him A Prankster, but he does enjoy it.

he hates doing things that are the opposite of all that. like he hates being wrong, loathes losing, he hates being bored, hates getting dirty, hates too much manual labor, hates being inconvenienced especially in the smallest ways (but he does like a Challenge so this isn't the same thing as that), he hates emotions especially confronting or even recognizing his own that aren't happy good time emotions, he hates crying (him or other ppl)

the thing about him is he complains and bitches and moans about the smallest shit but if something Big and Serious were to happen to him either emotionally or physically, he'd play it off like he's fine. he's okay (he promises). like he'll whine about a paper cut all day but catch him with a mortal wound tearing through his middle and he'll hide it and march on til the blood-loss gets him. he's just That Guy.

[theinvisiblemuseum]

is it difficult to plan a fic with someone else? what does the process look like? and what happens if you disagree on something? I'm asking becuse my bsf and I want to write a fic together but we don't know where to start. we already have an idea but I'm scared we're going to fight the whole time

so this is actually the first time i’ve planned/written a project with someone else, so we’re sorta just figuring it out as we go as well, but as far as process, maybe i can help out a bit there !! it was a lot easier than i thought it would be, in all honesty. 

so first off, we spent hours and days and, honestly, weeks, sending texts and voice memos and things back and forth about the idea that we had, before we ever had a semblance of a plot. i feel like generating ideas and brainstorming is one of the most fun parts of fic writing, and it works really well doing it with someone. even for solo fics i write, i’m all up in my friends messages making them listen to my ravings. i think it’s probably best, if you’re worried about fighting in the process, to get on the same page right from the jump about what exactly you want to write. for example, if person a wants to write a cheesy romance and person b wants to write an angsty mcd epic, 2 + 2 is gonna equal 5 instead of 4, yk? 

when we actually started plotting, we sort of got a general basis for the plot down and had a few key scenes specified in detail, then we went chapter by chapter, messaging each other in the google doc while we wrote things down, sharing ideas, etc. admittedly there wasn’t much we disagreed on, but if there was we sort of talked through ideas and decided which one worked best, and then we both ended up happy with the result. we really got into a groove by the end and were able to write up certain plot points for different chapters, then switch and add whatever we felt necessary to what the other person wrote. 

not sure how the actual fic writing is gonna go, but if the planning is anything to go by, i’m extremely excited to seeeeeee !! and i hope you and your friend write the fic !! i promise it’s fun  

i’m gonna cc @sequinhaze in case they have anything to add

[radiantlyrey]

Thoughts on Uprising Episode 5, Identity

- Beck continuing the trend of getting into trouble with Wrong Place, Wrong Time stuffs. poor kid…

- love that Tron is in this episode more, being the same Grouch as always.

- the disc theft is……. Interesting. We know from Legacy that there is such thing as a forged disc (Zuse mentions it in the list of things Sam needs to get to the Portal); perhaps stolen discs is where those come from? And stray programs are mentioned in Legacy as well, though not expanded upon. Honestly, TRON is FULL of Unexplained Worldbuilding Things that I would give my right hand to know. UGH

- stray programs are such an interesting concept. Like the disc is the program, apparently?? It’s like…. well actually thinking about it, it makes sense?? Kind of???? The program is made of fairly basic code; the disc holds that code and its log of activities, while the body is just a physical manifestation of the code itself. Unlike Users/humans, whose code is an inherent part of them/us, and thus can’t be memory-wiped by swiping an activity log. It’s interesting as fuck, is what I’m saying. Like the philosophical implications of the program being the disc and not the physical person—so Interesting!!!!!

- also the glitches are scary as Fuck. One moment you know what’s going on and then the next you don’t know anything?? Terrifying. And well portrayed by the episode, too, with the fisheye effect on Beck’s closeups and the general blurriness from his PoV.

- could have sworn Cobol was voiced by Ron Perlman, but it was some person I’ve not heard of instead. Doing one heck of a Perlman impression, tbqh.

- Lux is EXTREMELY INTERESTING TO ME. Siren who’s gotten caught up in the black market?? INTERESTING. Also she’s a whole hell of a lot more principled than Cobol, because when she sees Tron it’s like everything changes for her. Also the shaved head is just badass looking.

- meanwhile, a three scene B plot with Zed and Mara!! That took up like six minutes of episode time. Like okayyyyy. Turns out I didn’t need to be so worried about Zed joining the anti-Renegade taskforce, because it turns out Mara kind of guilted him into doing the right thing!!! Good for him I guess.

- Also someone commented on my last commentary post that Bartik here and Bartik in Legacy are the same character/program, and uh. Wonder how THAT happens, because damn. How does one go from happily helping Clu’s forces to hoping a revolution against Clu can be sparked into existence???? Color me intrigued as fuck.

- love Tron’s comments about Beck being his friend at the end there. Especially the bit about trusting someone as a friend and being betrayed, bc from what I know of later episodes, that could be like three different programs!!!! (Clu, like Beck assumes; Dyson I have heard was a friend turned enemy; and then Cyrus as well!! Again I have not watched the whole series and my last dip in was 10 years ago, but from what Discussion I have seen I am making some Assumptions.) also love the comment that he “made the right choice this time”, because that is just dripping with implications that I imagine pay off in future episodes…..

- other details: Purgos as the name of the black market district is interesting, with the obvious name tie to Xtian (or at least Catholic) Purgatory; wonder what the creators meant for us to take from that… // Galt was an interesting one off character; total sleazeball of course, but interesting nonetheless // ngl when they were surrounded by all of Cobol’s goons, I was kinda cackling because like. It’s Tron. Even scarred all to hell he’s gonna kick most of y’all’s asses.

- I am probably gonna watch this episode again with captions on so I can get helpful juicy deets for my TRON horror story fic idea. I gotta do some brainstorming on stuffs tonight for sure.

- that said the brainstorming might have to wait bc the next episode has Paige Backstory and also QUORRA sooooooooo…….. yeah

[paranoidpoltergeist]

Transformers: Cyberverse Review(1/2)

So I finally watched Cyberverse and figured I'd kill two birds with one stone and do my review while I was at it instead of having to rewatch it later. This ended up being so much longer than I expected and I tried to look back over it to the best of my ability but I wrote these directly after finishing each season so at some very odd hours of the day if anything is worded weirdly sorry about that. Please keep in mind this is my opinion and you might not agree:) 

Season 1: It’s a really good concept but the pacing is kind of weird and a lot of the background character's voice actors sounded like they would rather be anywhere else lmao. I know that they went with shorter episodes so they have to pace it differently than the more common 25-minute format but it ended up making things seem a little rushed. As a big fan of the seeker, characters like Novastorm just had me trying to figure out why Hasbro never uses new characters. At first, I thought she was a new character and then they FINALLY said her name 3 FOURTHS of the way into the SEASON and I couldn’t figure out if they were even talking about her, The original is highlighter yellow. However I can say I have a soft spot for a lot of these designs, Bumblebee was a fun mix of his original design and the newer one which I liked. Starscream’s design was kind of killer, although giving him a different design from the rest of the seekers was definitely a choice but one I didn’t mind. Them killing off Blurr physically hurt me but the way they did the world-building was one I actually liked. It was interesting and they mostly used it to move the plot forward so it didn’t feel boring or like nothing was happening.  All in all, really not bad. 6/10 Season 2: Episode one was the most confusing thing I’ve ever watched in my whole life. I was so busy trying to piece together what I missed from the gap between seasons 1 and 2 I missed 99% of what was going on. Then they just started rapid-fire introducing characters without actually introducing them and I just wanted to know if Bumblebee had his memories back. That and they introduced Starscream's little traitor shabang in one of the weirdest ways I’ve ever seen, we see him, he doesn’t get a voice line until he’s leaving Megatron for dead, and that immediately gets him demoted. I mean that all happened in the span of literally a minute. They introduce one of the most important parts of his character in a single minute. I understand it’s harder with smaller episodes but to me it made the pacing feel weird and I know it’s not just something that comes with shows styled this way because even Paw Patrol's pacing feels better. Have you ever gone to write a story but the idea came from an event right in the middle and so you had to scramble for something to stick at the beginning to you wouldn’t lose the idea? That’s exactly what this felt like. Which leads to the absolute whiplash of episode 2. I’d touch on this episode anyways but especially because of how the season started. This episode was so much better. Despite everything still happening quite quickly, it flowed a lot better. I have a feeling they originally started brainstorming the Decepticon section of this episode and then had to figure out a good way to lead into Megatron getting injured and then chose the route they did. Either way, this episode was a bit of a heavy hitter, Starscream's flashback at the beginning started a path to some sympathy and allowed for what was seemingly his death to hit harder. If you're not a fan of Starscream it probably wasn’t a super hard hit but you can still see it was a fairly brutal episode. They made the 10-minute timeframe work pretty well so bravo on this one. Despite Thundercracker not being the TC we all know and love I quite liked him. I’m not gonna lie I was apprehensive at first but I figured with each new series the characters tend to change a bit so they’re not all a carbon copy of one another and ended up really liking him. Starscream’s first upgrade was the goofiest thing I’ve ever seen, but the second was neat. I also liked the way they showed Megatron and Starscream’s relationship, I feel like in the end Stsracsream just wants people to respect him. He wants Megs specifically to see what he’s capable of, he wanted Megatron to acknowledge he finally got the win. So when Megatron proceeded to belittle him, having complete confidence his plan would fail simply because he’s Starscream, he got angry and a little careless, and just like that he fails. I mean the plan was kind of a bad one anyways and he’d probably have been fine if he had immediately thrown their sparks back in the Allspark but he's Starscream so he had to have his dramatic moment lol. On a lighter note this Shockwave is absolutely great he's not the super intimidating one we get from prime and not the total goofball from g1 he’s somewhere in the middle and it’s perfect. You can definitely tell which season I liked better but it was just so easy to go in-depth on this one because it had surprisingly a good story. They knew when to add fillers that still moved the plot along. They knew when we needed a laugh and when to hit us with the harder stuff. Loved Starscream going to Therapy only to immediately break out and Cheetor. He’s just great. They made him naive where it’s common to just make them straight-up stupid, I think that’s partially the reason I like TC so much (WHOSE DEAD?!) he was too honest not really stupid. Most surprisingly I even liked Arcee, she manages to be a strong female character without being too much or annoying. However, I DIDN’T like Jetfire, Maybe if he had a better character arc but he was just annoying with a singular redeeming moment lol. That and I'm sad he's not his usual giant self. Despite the rough start, I liked it. 7/10

[hawkfurze]

22, 29, and 39 for the writer asks?

22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud?

I used to be incredibly disorganized but had started changing the habit this year. My biggest change has been making a section in my Discord server with separate channels for notes for each of my projects. Its been an absolute life saver for me, especially with Not Quite Somewhere Else, because I will be day dreaming and brainstorming future scenes and have an idea for something then go immediately type it in there. Later when I’m scripting the next part I’ll go back to the channel and look through what I had noted and see of my ideas still work for how I want them to go. I also have been using it to organize the storyline for it too (The next update will be the end of this arc, then we will have 3 “fluff” updates before we get into the next storyline which is already completely planned for 8 parts). I plan on doing this with all of my projects, NQSE is just the one thats the most fully planned ATM.

29. Where do you draw your inspiration? What do you do when the inspiration well runs dry?

Music a lot. A lot of my writing and brainstorming is done while I listen to music, which I think might be distracting for some people, but it helps me. Its why some of my playlists have songs on them for characters the song might not actually fit that well, it’s mostly cause I had a writing breakthrough about a character while listening to said song. If nothing seems to help with inspiration I usually just go to other media. I was in a huge creativity slump for most of 2020/ beginning of 2021; I got into TMA after some personal things were making me want to be less involved with the FC5/FCND fandom and I had ideas for things I wanted to try and make into a podcast but they ended up not becoming something I knew I was gonna wanna continue once I started. NQSE pulled me out of that slump and I ended up taking the ideas I likes from those podcast ideas and put them into In Harmony, which after a long process of brainstorming, is something that I am now incredibly excited to be working on.

39. What keeps you writing when you feel like giving up?

Taking a step back and rationalizing my thoughts. I have bad anxiety and am not being treated for it so I kind of had to figure out my own way for coping with whenever I feel like I can’t do it. I had a horrible experience with a writing teacher when I was younger and wanted to be an author and it completely turned me off from writing until I was in my early 20s, so it was easy at first for me to wanna quit, especially when I first started posting fics and would avoid AO3 for the rest of the day cause of how cringy I thought my stuff was. Now if I get frustrated with my writing I just put it down and get back to it once I figure out where I’m stumped. I had this happen a lot with writing NQSE updates, especially since I’m writing pages as I’m drawing them, and have had thrown out multiple pages on some updates and redid them because I was getting frustrated with writing them and couldn’t figure out where the issue was.

[the-grey-stickfox]

The Prison break Part 1- Little bit of cake and Hap hazard planning.

“Ah…Henry, your my cell mate aye?” The look on Fox’s face was…less than pleased to say the least.

“Ahh…hehehe…Hey Fox….” Henry waved hi a bit nervously before being pushed into the cell by Rupert.

“Try not to tear the guys head off Fox ok?” Rupert chuckled a bit with a small smirk.

“I should say the same to you, aren’t you getting a new partner soon? You can be a bit rough with people in general.” Fox teased returning the smirk as Rupert immediately began to frown.

“Oh shut up, and have fun with your new cell mate.” Rupert waved his hand as he walked off definitely mad he lost that little interaction.

As Rupert left Fox slowly shifted his gaze to Henry who was slowly shimmying to a corner waving nervously at Fox. “Heheheheh….h-hey man…..long time no see…”

“It’s only been a few weeks.” Fox had a unamused look on his face.

“R-right yeah…uhh…sorry about…getting us caught…” Henry chuckled nervously as the door to the cell block can be heard closing, which had Fox’s whole expression and mood shift immediately once he knew it was just them.

“Ah it’s no problem, happens more often then you think with some rookies or one timers.” Fox shrugged non chalantly.

“Wait your…your not mad??” Henry just stared for a second, absolutely confused and baffled by the sudden shift in attitude and mood.

“Nah, not really, this is just one of the few times I got caught too. Usually I can split from the group before I get caught but…there’s no escaping what we got stuck in.” Fox simply waved it off.

“O-oh…that’s…that’s a relief…so…you being mad at me a gonna be apart of the act huh?” Henry sighed sitting next to Fox.

“Yup, don’t worry, it won’t be for very long.” Fox rubbed his chin in thought for a moment, before looking over at Henry and giving him a gentle pat on the back.

“They treat you alright? As you can tell I got stuck with the sassy guard.”

“Ehh….so and so…some were nonchalant and others were just rude.” Henry shrugged.

“Hmph, as expected they just care about getting their shift done and going home. Plus a place like this usually don’t get much action.”

“So….you got a plan on getting us out?” Henry tilted his head.

“Nope, not yet.” Fox shrugged. “But I’ll think of something, for now get comfy.”

With that Henry looked out the cell to see no one was coming in and sort of sat next to Fox, getting comfy as best he could on what’s basically a cot hanging off of the wall and just tried to pass the time maybe figure something out , while Fox began to brainstorm on some ideas.

~a couple of days later~

Henry was minding his own business looking out window kind of staring off at the sky, meanwhile Fox was chatting Dave panpa one of the guards that was actually decent to the two, trying to gain his trust by having regular conversations about normal life, hobbies and such, and it was apparent that it was working cause at times Dave would be having to try hiding his smile and laughs during or after some of his talks with Fox, though it did seem like Dave was starting to develop a crush for Fox, because he seemed to be blushing and getting a bit flustered at times from Fox’s jokes or complements.

Henry took note of that and once Dave left and was gone Henry got Fox’s attention.

“Hey Fox, are we going to be having Dave help us somehow when we find a way to break out…?” Henry tried to whisper as best he could.

“Possibly, but if we have someone on our side we could have a chance to get something off of him or from him, possible special treatment sort of thing, heck, if we get extremely lucky or desperate, we can take him with us to use as hostage at least until we get out or to help us sneak out…that would be good.” Fox smirked a bit.

“Woah…huh.” Henry thought for a sec seeing the merits of that idea but did kinda feel bad for Dave since they were trying to use him for their own ends.

“I gotta ask though, do you actually like Dave? Does he seem like a decent guy to you?” Fox crossed his arms with a slightly curious look on his face but understood why Henry asked that considering he’s new to all of this.

“Yeah, yeah I think he’s a good guy, nervous for sure but, he seems like good folk, so if we do need to use him, let’s keep it at a last resort.” Fox had a softer tone to it.

“Well…I just hope we don’t have to use him as a hostage for sure, that wouldn’t be exactly fun…” Henry shivered a bit from the thought.

Fox leaned against the cell bars looking down the halls for a bit, not seeing any guards coming in the block, and decided to try to see if he could find a way out for a bit.

~a day later~

fox and Henry were just off doing their own thing in their cells, whatever they could even do for fun before Rupert and Dave showed up and Rupert looked rather pleased. “Boys, you’re both free to go.”

For a sec on Henry looked happy but fox just looked stoned face knowing that ain’t true, which was quickly confirmed as Rupert began to laugh seeing Henry’s reaction. “Hahahahaha, just kidding, but we did get this package for you.” Rupert then tossed the package into the cell rather nonchalantly.

“Don’t get your hopes up, we already checked the package for anything you could use to escape, ain’t that right Dave?” Rupert looked to Dave who was immediately nervous.

“Hahaha…yeah totally cause if I didn’t I would loose my job and I don’t wanna loose my job..! Hehehe…heh…” Dave awkwardly and nervously rubbed the back of his neck as Rupert stared at him confused for a second before letting it go, confident there isn’t anything dangerous in the package and the two guards leave.

Fox and Henry look at the package and each other confused before opening it and seeing it was… “a cake…?” Fox said very VERY confused now.

Henry examined the cake for a second seeing it was a real cake, and looked inside to see what could possibly be in there….

To be continued.

[ayodya-mga2023mi3459]

Week 1 - Find and learn about yourself

During our little self-exploration session on this week, we were hit with some thought-provoking questions. And guess what? It turns out I discovered some things about myself that I never even knew existed! Who knew a simple questionnaire could lead to such self - discovery ? And we have been diving into the fascinating world of semiotics and visual language in design. We also explored the mysterious realm of VARK modalities. Let me tell you about this VARK thing we encountered. It's like a secret decoder for learning styles! And guess what? I cracked the code and found out which modality works best for me. It's like my learning superhero power! You know what, when it comes to auditory, reading, writing, and kinesthetic learning, I'm learning really fast. I'm all focused and attentive. But when it comes to visual learning, oh boy, I'm like a squirrel chasing shiny objects! My attention span goes out the window! It's like my brain has a secret mission to explore every distraction in sight!

Into weekly submissions... So we were assigned to make a juice box and an infographic.

JUICE BOX - Let me spill the juice box secrets to you! So, I had this brilliant idea of creating a juice box specifically for kids. But let me tell you, my brainstorming session went wild! I had all these crazy and impractical ideas flying around. But then, a lightbulb moment happened! I thought, why not make the juice box in the shape of a robot? It's super easy with boxes! And when it comes to packaging, it's gonna be a showstopper in the local market. Kids won't be able to resist it! But here's the funny part, I wanted to add ears to the robot using bottle caps, but I couldn't crack the code on how to do it! Any ideas, genius? And also I used sort of bright colours because obviously kids love bright and vibrant colors.

INFOGRAPHIC - Moving on to my infographic journey! At first, I was all like, "Let's talk about how people misuse technology these days!" But then, a wild idea appeared! I thought, why not shine a light on Enclophobia? It's like a secret topic that nobody talks about, but it's so eye-opening! Not many people know about it, and I wanted to change that. And you know what? I even used the color palette of extroverts for this. So, it's gonna be vibrant and attention-grabbing!

Can you believe it? The first week at AOD has come to an end, just like that! And let me tell you, it was a rollercoaster of fun and learning! I had a blast and soaked up knowledge like a sponge. Now, I'm eagerly looking forward to your blog about week two!

[korasonata]

I’m going to have to do these until they finish this dang castle, aren’t I? Favourite moments of Joe and Cleo’s paper model stream Part 4!

--

Cleo (after Zloyxp tried to raid her stream): You should be able to raid me Zloy. In case you’re wondering. You should be able to. If you cannot, well…Cam will check it out.

Joe: Yeah, you can turn off being raidable. But, Zloy, that makes me feel way better about you raiding me knowing you tried to raid Cleo and it failed. Thanks.

Cleo: *laughing*

Joe (bitter): Thanks a lot for that. My—my heart, uh, so full of so many things. Right now.

Cleo: *wheezing*

Zloyxp (in chat): Pix doesn’t play favourites, I do.

--

Joe: *experiencing technical difficulties*

Cleo: You doing ok Joe?

Joe: …Umm…nooo…

--

Joe: I usually do a pumpkin carving stream every year.

Cleo: I knew about that, I knew about that. (reading chat) I’m not going to buy a gourd and carve it for you Cam. No. I mean, we were watching something called like “the greatest pumpkin carvers” or something like that the other day.

Joe: Oh, then you’re familiar with my work.

SILENCE

Cleo: …You can’t see my face.

Joe: *laughing* No, I can’t, but I’m sure it’s—it’s—

Cleo: It’s definitely a picture.

--

Cleo: Now comes the bending of all the little flaps.

Joe (singing to the tune of the Monster Mash): She bent the flaps!

Both singing: She bent the castle flaps!

Cleo: The castle flaps!

Joe: …They’re like folding tabs!

Cleo: *laughing* I can’t do any more. I wish I could. Just not as fast at that as you are.

Joe: Ah, you know, it’s just practice Cleo.

Cleo: Yeah, you say that, but—but you’d have to have a situation to practice in?

Joe: I mean, if you wanted to do a songwriting stream one day, we could go through things like how to brainstorm, how to determine what’s a viable vs. an inviable idea. How to, you know, kind of workshop things--

Cleo: Joe, I’ve listened to some of your songs. I don’t think you know what a viable and inviable idea is.

Joe: I didn’t say commercially viable.

--

Joe: *singing the entirety of Weird Al -The Saga Begins*

Joe: (cutting himself off) Anyway, I’ll stop.

Cleo: That’s ok!

Joe: Cause you’re streaming. If you were not streaming, I would—… (Trails off)

Cleo: I’m ok with you doing that, its fine. It’s—It’s fine. It’s fine.

Joe: *immediately continues singing*

Cleo (15 seconds later): *quietly joins in*

--

Cleo (reading chat): How old do I think Joe is? Joe is about 6 years younger than I am. Ish.

Joe (knowing exactly what he’s doing): Oh! So kind of comparable to Anakin and Padme in Star Wars. *trying not to laugh* For those of you keeping track at home.

Cleo: *Throwing her knife down* Really? Really? That’s what you’re doing to me?

Joe: *uncontrollable laughter*

Cleo: Yeah, yeah. Are we—are we feeding the shippers again today, Joe? Is that what we’re doing?

Joe: I mean, I think technically we were already doing that by singing the Star Wars song at all. So I was just gonna, like, lampshade it. Like, I don’t feel like that’s more fuel on the fire. I feel like that’s just a shade on the lamp.

--

Cleo (reading chat): “I’ve always thought of Joe and Cleo as being more like Jar Jar and Padme” *laughing uncontrollably*

Joe (Jar Jar voice): Me’s a Joe Joe Hills!

Cleo: *physically choking*

Joe: You know though, you laugh now, but when I’m in the senate—

Cleo: When you’re in the senate, I’ll be dying of complications during childbirth, that’s what’ll be happening.

Joe: *trying not to laugh* Yeah, it’s like “we can replace a severed hand, but god forbid you have two children at once!”

--

Cleo (about her cat): She’s just howling so I pay attention to her. I mean, I get that. Someone’s ignoring you.

Joe: Oh, is that why you’re always shrieking during Hermits Helping Hermits!

LONG SILENCE...

Cleo: ...We’re not friends anymore Joe.

--

Cleo (reading chat): “Been listening to Cleo threaten people since 2016.” *laughing* Yeah, that’s—that’s, that’s kind of a thing.

Joe: But it goes way further back than that.

Cleo: *laughing* How long have we known each other now?

--

Joe: I’m getting a lot of messages saying I have nice hands. Feel free to be more descriptive than using the word “nice”. You know, you can say “elegant”, you can say—

Cleo: “nice” is a nothing word. It means nothing!

Joe: Yeah, nice is—nice is a little bit weak. So, chat, you know—

Cleo: UP YOUR ROMANCE GAME!

--

Joe (dejected): No, it’s fine. It’s fine…

Cleo: *laughing* “It’s fine!” He says through tears.

Joe (with anguish): I’m not gonna cry, because the model will get wet.

--

Joe: We just got a tip from Cameron who says “your hands look delicious”. Thank you very much Cameron. That’s going to put us 2 away from our next face camera expansion.

Cleo: That’s a very zombie emotion. Well done.

Joe: Oh! I thought it was—uh, ok. It’s a zombie thing, nevermind!

Cleo (quickly): *laughing* It’s not! It’s not! it’s no—!

Joe:  Well, you know, some people—

--

Cleo (receiving a mysterious package from Corpse mid stream): Should I open this on stream Corpse, is the question.

Joe: It’s like, do I need to set the mature filter on? Are there a lot of pictures of hunky boys in here?

SILENCE

Cleo (holding a mug with a picture of Garrus in front of the camera): Wow… *wheeze laughing* It says “Garrus Vakarian is my space boyfriend” *laughing continues*

Joe: I don’t know what that means, but ok.

Cleo: This is the character that I’ve been romancing in Mass Effect.

Joe: Oh, so there is a picture of a hunky boy!

Cleo (trying to justify herself): It—i—hunky boy alien, yeah, but—

Joe (not buying it at all): Uh huh

(Cleo’s partner in chat: Imma fight a mug.)

--

Joe (responding to chat): Cleo is in England right now, and I am in Nashville Tennessee. So, we’re both on a call together.

Cleo: Yeah…it’s probably safer, because if we were to meet the world would possibly end. Just out of spite.

Joe: Yeah, it’s one of those, uh—

Cleo: Demonic pacts. It’s one of those demonic pact things.

--

Cleo (in response to Joe’s suggestion regarding her itchy face): I mean, I appreciate your solutions, I’m not sure they are actually solutions. More “solutions”.

Joe: Well, I mean, usually when you air quotes the word “solution”, it’s like you’re indicating like, yah know “oh, you cut the break lines” type thing. Which is not how far I was going.

Cleo: You basically suggested getting a really sharp mammal. And putting it near my face.

Joe: To snuggle!

--

Cleo: Because everything has to be chroma green. Because how else would Joe be obnoxious to people if it wasn’t the chroma green?

Joe: Yeah I know! Also I got new glasses! *giggling*

Cleo: You’re very pretty Joe.

Joe (adorably): Thank you Cleo.

[lunaticsandidiots]

how’s that for success story?

(gn!reader) (18+)

word count: 2086

warnings: explicit language

a/n: ok so this lovely idea came from my angel @libellule2001 asking about john + fake dating. these started as fake headcanons but i could see the fic happening in my brain so clearly i had to write it.

“Oh, FUCK!” John barked, throwing his phone onto his desk and running his hands through his hair.

“What?” Emilia deadpanned, spinning around in her chair to face him.

“Family reunion’s this weekend.” John sighed. Emilia’s face quickly dropped into a sympathetic grimace as she remembered what John had told her months ago.

“Oh. fuck.” she replied.

“Yeah. Know where I can get a last minute long-term significant other?”

Emilia and John began to brainstorm. Months ago, Economos disclosed his dirty little secret to Harcourt over a few post-work drinks.

Every time John saw his mom, she’d hound him for not yet settling down. Every time he saw his grandma, she’d pinch his cherubic cheeks and coo ‘Oh John, when are you gonna bring someone home for me to meet?’. All his family ever asked about was his love life, pestering him to find himself a mate, and he’d had enough. So naturally, he decided to make one up.

It truly started out as an innocent white lie. Something to get his family off his back for a while until he found one. John casually mentioned he was seeing someone over a Thanksgiving dinner a few years ago, and it all just spiralled from there. He didn’t see his family too often, meaning that the lack of pictures wasn’t that suspicious, so until then, it had all been fun and games.

“Well it can’t be Leota…” John thought aloud, brainstorming aloud in hopes it’d help him figure out what the fuck to do.

“And Flo’s six months pregnant which would not help things…” Harcourt enumerated, thinking back to their colleague from Belle Reve.

“And I’m definitely not doing it…” she added.

“Hey!” John scowled.

“I’m still gonna help, asshole, I’m just not down to fake-date you!” Emilia replied, shrugging defensively.

“Well I know that Murn wouldn’t be either…” John continued.

“Chris or Adrian?” Emilia perked up. The two shared a short moment of pondering silence, before simultaneously scrunching their faces up in disgust.

“Fuck no.”

Your keys jingled in time with the ice cubes in your coffee as you entered the old video store, taking a sip of the cool beverage as you locked the door behind you and turned back around to head towards your desk.

Your body froze in confusion, lips still wrapped around the green straw as you noticed that John and Emilia were looking at you with the same, devious expression. John continued to watch you with an inquisitive squint as Emilia opened her mouth to finally voice their thoughts;

“What would you say if I asked you pretend to date John?”

“I don’t know, I guess I’m pretty nervous. Can’t say I’ve ever fake-dated anyone before.” you exhaled, staring up at John with a furrowed brow as you chewed on the nail of your thumb.

You’d been sitting in John’s car since you arrived a solid 10 minutes ago, listening intently as he gave you one final pep talk and made sure you knew what you were up against.

“You’ll be fine, I come from a long line of introverts. Plus you’ll be with me the whole time and I always end up leaving early anyway, so we can say our hellos and get the fuck outta dodge.” John smiled, his moustache following the upward curve of his lips. You shot him a small smile back as your heart thumped away in your chest, though you chalked up the palpitations to pure nervousness, nothing more.

Truth be told, you knew it was more than nerves. Hell, the reason you were so easily convinced to go along with John’s scheme was that it gave you an excuse to spend more time with him outside of work and away from Murn’s watchful eye.

“Well, time to rip the bandaid off and go meet the in-laws!” you chirped, nodding as you inhaled sharply, riding the sudden surge of fresh oxygen and adrenaline to hoist you out of the car. You were stopped by a soft hand gently wrapping around your shoulder, and you flopped back into your seat. John’s face bore a flustered expression making your heart rate increase tenfold, though his words immediately soothed you;

“Thank you, again, for doing this. I got my own stupid self into this stupid, sad mess and you didn’t have to help me all, but you did, and I’m uh…” John stammered, breaking eye contact to look at the gearbox as he felt his face heating up at the sight of you, “I’m really grateful…”

“Well that’s what other halves are for, isn’t it?” you smiled cheekily, feeling the instant urge to cheer him up.

You walked side by side up to the house of ‘some distant cousin twice removed’s and John stepped behind you to usher you through the door with his large hand placed gently between your shoulder blades.

Once your eyes landed on a small group of grandma-looking strangers, your anxiety begin to heighten, hence why you barely had the sense to register the fact that you’d instinctively grabbed his hand, shoving your fingers through his and squeezing as hard as you could as you stood there like a deer in headlights.

And you definitely didn’t have the sense to notice John’s pulse quicken at the touch, though he didn’t have nearly as much time as he would’ve liked to enjoy the physical connection as his relatives began to pounce on the two of you like hungry wolves.

John introduced you as his partner to them one by one as they each finished their hugging and their kissing and their ‘I-haven’t-seen-you-since-you-were-this-tall-and-now-look-at-you’ing, and by the fourth or fifth ‘Mwah, mwah, It’s so lovely to meet you, I’ve heard so much about you!’ you were beginning to feel like a professional fake-spouse.

It was a good 30 minutes of reminiscing and mingling, never once letting go of John’s hand before food started to come out. The two of you madd eye contact as some aunt’s stepbrother’s dog’s lawyer’s uncle in law brought out the third plate of quiche and you instantly knew what the other was thinking.

The both of you speed walked ‘to the kitchen’ under the guise of assistance, though John, knowing his way around, tugged you through the back door and into the cool night air for a moment of reprieve. You sighed as one would after dropping a heavy load of groceries or running a mile, though emotionally, your relief wasn’t too dissimilar.

“You’re gonna make a great real partner some day.” John nodded, a sarcastic smile stretched across his mouth as he sat down on the porch swing hidden in the shadows.

“Oh fuck you.” you laughed back, finally untangling your hand from his. It felt cold and clammy and weird, you fingers instantly missing the warm, comforting crowding of his own and how they fit perfectly in between each knuckle.

You started slowly meandering across the span of the patio, wavering each foot around before placing it down in front of you and stepping forward in a childlike way. Eventually, you plonked yourself down on the seat next to John with a *squeak* of its rusty frame and huffed.

“You know your family is super nice,” you commented, eyes darting over his features as you watched him solemnly stare off into the yard, “At the end of the day they’d support you regardless of what’s going on in your love life.”

“I know, I know, its just…” John started, inhaling deeply as his eyes stayed trained on the distant trees, meaning you could continue to subtly ogle over him without shame, “My cousin Molly is a lawyer. My cousin Ben has a husband and three kids. Shit, Aunt Beth’s kid is only fourteen and he’s verified on fucking Tiktok. I hate that I never seem to bring home the success story that everyone’s waiting for.”

“Did Molly fight a giant, extraterrestrial starfish?” you asked, brows raised high.

“What?” John sputtered, finally turning to look at you.

“I said, did your cousin Molly save the entire world from a gargantuan, inter-dimensional starfish?”

“…No”

“And did Ben, or his husband, or Taylor or Cameron or Emma save the world from an all-powerful ancient spirit and her giant, volcanic incubus brother?”

“You remembered all their names?”

“Shut the fuck up and answer the fucking question.” you chided, smacking him on the back of the hand.

“…No they did not…”

“Exactly, so start using your sordid little genius brain to look at the bigger picture before you start berating yourself.” you finished your speech, harshly poking him on the temple until he swatted your hand away with a laugh.

“Plus if at the end of the night, I could choose to go home with either a lawyer, or a cute guy who’s literally saved the world multiple times? No offence Molly, but I know who’s car keys I’m fishing out of the bowl on the way out.”

“Cute?” John clarified, face growing red at your accidental compliment. You’d gotten yourself so riled up about reminding John of all the things he had accomplished that you didn’t even notice the confession slip into your closing statement.

“I- Wh- Y- I’m-“ you stuttered, shaking your head at John with an open mouth and an exasperated expression, hoping that if you shook it for long enough he’d finally pick up what you were putting down. Mostly so he could tell you what it was that you were putting down, having no idea past the fact that you liked him a whole lot more than you cared to admit.

“No no, you don’t get to porky pig your way out of this one. You said I’m cute.” John pried. You could hear the amusement in his voice, faintly able to see the smirk on his face as your comment went straight to his head. It was almost relieving to see John back in his normal, smarmy state of being, though it meant that out of habit, you immediately snapped back before thinking about what the hell it was you were aiming to do.

“Okay, fine. So what if I did say you were cute?” you snapped back, shrugging your shoulders and shaking your head at him as you jutted your neck out to taunt him, “What would you do then? Huh?”. John immediately mimicked your lighthearted air of mockery, shrugging back in sarcastic annoyance.

“I don’t know, probably say that you’re cute back, or like, kiss you about it or something.” John jabbed, folding his arms across his chest in defence, though the playful tone of the ‘argument’ continued.

“Oh, yeah, okay sure, you’ll ‘kiss me’ about it,” you scoffed, “you wouldn’t.”

“Oh yeah? Maybe I would, you don’t know me.”

“Actually I do know you, so I know you wouldn’t go out on a limb and kiss me about it.”

“Huh, well actually I’ve saved the world before, like on multiple occasions, so, you know, maybe I would go out on a limb and kiss you about it.”

“Fine then, fucking kiss me about it.”

“Fine.”

“Fine!”

John’s lips awkwardly crashed against your own as his hand cradled your face to keep it steady. Immediately, your hands began to feel around until they found a comfortable spot to rest between his neck and his shoulders as you wove your lips between his.

John’s large stature nearly swallowed you whole as the two of you tried to lean further into the kiss, addicted to the relief it brought after months of mutual pining, both groaned in unison as John’s arm pulled you even closer by the waist and you tugged yourself towards him with an arm around his neck.

You could taste the whispers of diet pepsi on John’s tongue and smell the hints of ‘one last cigarette’ in his beard as he kissed you. You’d chided him for months about both, trying to get him to quit the nasty habits, but with the way he was making your stomach somersault in that moment, you couldn’t help but glide your tongue against his to get another taste.

The two of you tried to turn your heads to deepen the kiss, though you both aimed for the same direction, breaking the kiss to laugh as your noses bumped together. You kept your face close to John’s as he absentmindedly began swinging the chair, neither of you noticing the concerning squeaking sound it made each time, still too high on adrenaline from the kiss.

“How’s that for success story then, huh?”