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nexmalin · 2 months ago

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Don’t mind me, I’m just gonna write my silly idea:

over 15 years ago, after the Battle of the Bay, Bumblebee’s death was faked and he was commanded to go into hiding. Bumblebee, ever the loyal soldier, obeyed the orders, changed his alt mode from the classic Volkswagen Beetle to a Ford GT40, and began his new life in hiding. At first, he took the chance to get used to his new Alt mode, join some races, travelled, and left voice mails to Optimus every day.

However, after 5 years, he stopped leaving voice mails, did much less racing, and spent most of his days just… thinking. He would see images of the other Autobots partying with their new human allies, not a care in the world… as if he didn’t even exist. Bumblebee hadn’t expected that realization to hurt so badly.

The months that followed were some of the darkest moments in Bumblebee’s life, and considering all he’s seen and been through, it’s saying a lot. He gave up reaching out to anyone a long time ago, and now, he sat in an old warehouse. It was spacious and off the grid, however, through the broken glass windows, the sunlight made the dust particles in the air shine like glitter, the concrete floors were covered in dust and debris, eroded, and cracked, old crates and storage containers covered in graffiti, and the constant scent of rust filling the air only made his spark ache more.

At night, or whenever he attempted to get recharged, his audio receptors were quick to pick up and slight sound, the creaking of metal shifting as it was heated by the sun, then cooled off at night, the scurrying of mice, opossums, and raccoons, the call of the loons in the nearby lake, the swishing of the leaves in the trees, the whistle of the wind, and the rare shift of the old assembly line conveyer belts. This skill came in handy as a scout in a war, being able to hear possible enemies from far away, but during peace times, and in hiding all alone, the sounds can become overstimulating.

The mix of isolation, lack of proper recharge, and the growing pit of hopelessness and despair filling his spark caused Bumblebee to become increasingly paranoid. Each sound setting a ticking time bomb in Bumblebee’s processor, he felt like he was constantly being monitored, being stalked by G.H.O.S.T agents all the time, every movement he made being sent to the G.H. O.S.T headquarters. The paranoia then turned into delusions, seeing shadows of people that weren’t really there, making him want to chase after them or cower away, depending on who he was seeing. His processor, trying to protect Bumblebee from slipping further, began putting him into episodes of derealization or maladaptive daydreaming. He would spend hours, even days, in his own processor, daydreaming about a world, where he wasn’t alone, in an old warehouse, becoming a victim of his own mind.

Bumblebee no longer looked at the days, as seeing how long he has been alone had only dampened his hope. He would sometimes go into the lake, and just sit at the bottom, and watch the critters and animals live their lives. As much as he would try to tell himself that it was so he could clean his frame, but really, it was so he could feel like he was part of something again. Something so primitive, and yet it has more meaning to its own life than Bumblebee did.

The warehouse had been cleaned of the dust and debris a long time ago. Bumblebee, after the first few months of staying in the warehouse, he decided to clean it up, to keep him busy and his mind off of everything, and to make it feel more homey… well as homey as an old warehouse can be. A few days later, he moved the crates and storage containers around, to make “furniture” and to clear more clutter. However, he could only move things around so many times until it no longer works.

In the dead of winter, Bumblebee shivered underneath an old tarp, trying to stay warm as the blizzard continued to pour down, whistling as it hit the walls of the warehouse. Bumblebee had tried to warm himself up, but he only had so much energon to keep him going, and had shut off many systems that weren’t necessary to keep him online to reserve his energon use.

The wood was too wet to make any sort of fire with, and turning on his heaters would waste too much energon.

Bumblebee heard a crash, and footsteps, and they were loud, clearly from a cybertronian. He couldn’t bring himself to care anymore, Optimus Prime’s scout, who has escaped from the clutches of enemies twice his size, and has secured intel with half his helm missing out of sheer force of will, has finally given up. It didn’t matter anymore, it was clear no one was going to come for him anyway, and he was either he die from energon depletion, his systems freezing, or at the hands of a Decepticon.

As the footsteps were closing in, stopping right behind him, Bumblebee accepted his fate. He had dodged the pull of the Well of the All Spark one too many times, and if this was his end, so be it. The old tarp was pulled from around him, exposing him to the cold, and he waited for the pain of the shot of a blaster, but it never came. Then, an all too familiar voice spoke up, “…Bee…?”

When Bumblebee woke up online again, he noticed that he was much warmer now, and that he was no longer alone. Slowly, he turned, and he was facing Breakdown, who recharged soundly, holding him snugly, as if he let go for even a second, Bumblebee would melt away. As much as Bumblebee knew that he was supposed to make sure no one knew he was alive, it was so nice to be held after so long in isolation.

He felt optical fluid welling in his optics, and he nuzzled into Breakdown’s neck taking in that scent that comforted him, no matter the situation. The scent of home… Finally, Bumblebee was home.

Breakdown heard sniffling and felt something nuzzling against his neck cables. As his optics focused, he immediately noticed the familiar gold helm and his gaze flicked down. Bumblebee… his Bee, was alive. Alive and… he wouldn’t say he was well, but he was alive! Breakdown hadn’t even realized he was mumbling Bumblebee’s name out like a prayer to Primus himself. Eventually, he whispered, “I… I thought you were gone… that I’d never see you again”. After a few moments, Bumblebee weakly croaked out, “I-I’m… so sorry, I had no choice…”. Breakdown was surprised at how weak Bumblebee’s voice was. A voice that was so full of life and energy, now quiet and crackly, clearly from lack of use.

The two mechs didn’t talk, just held each other, terrified the other would disappear. Breakdown felt optical fluid on his chest, and he let Bumblebee cry, it was clear he needed that at the very least. Bumblebee was shaking, not from the cold, but from anxiety, relief, hunger, and the years of pain of isolation.

#bumblebee #tfe bumblebee #transformers #breakbee #tf earthspark #tfe breakdown #tf es

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inhuman-obey-me · 7 months ago

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So. The OM news.

Solmare announced on Wednesday that December will be the "final new content" for the two mobile games. Going along with that, Lesson 60 will also be the end of story content in Nightbringer.

Definitely quite some news to take in, and one that's gotten everyone into quite a tizzy, understandably.

First, a clarification: The games are NOT going into End-of-Service (not yet, anyway). Both the OG game and Nightbringer will continue on as-is, just without any new content in general starting in January. This means that we are still going to have access to all the content we've had up to this point, like the main story, Lonely Devil, Devilgrams, Time Chronicle, etc. The announcement also stated that "past events will continue to be periodically re-released," and while it's not completely clear what those re-releases are going to look like, it sounds like the apps themselves will still be around for a while.

Secondly, this is also not the end of the Obey Me franchise. The announcement specifically says, "We promise you that this will not be the end of the seven brothers, the Devildom, or of Obey Me!" It also mentions a "new era" with "new forms of content," and Solmare themselves tried to clarify this the day after too, with assurance that new projects ARE in the works. So this is not the end of our beloved boys (and Thirteen)!!

Now, we don't actually know what this "new era" is going to look like, or what specific kinds of new projects this is referring to. We have been specifically promised new in-person events and merchandise, but of course, that's not particularly promising news for tons of us in the fandom who are not in areas that usually get those events or those who cannot afford to buy the merch, which have sometimes been hard to access for those outside of Japan.

Based on a couple of the VAs' tweets, we do know that OM is specifically moving beyond "アプリゲーム" (app game) format, which means we should not expect a third mobile game anytime soon. (And honestly, thank fuck, because we think we speak for a lot of us in saying the community's trust would just be so broken at that point!) And given their involvement, there are some ideas we can probably safely strike out. But until we get more official information, anything else on this is pretty much just speculation at this point.

But hey, on this blog, we love to speculate and theorize and make wild guesses as to what's going to happen next in OM, don't we? So let's speculate!

Firstly, any kind of print format like light novels and further manga volumes wouldn't involve the VAs, so those are probably out. But we do have the manga volumes they already released, so one possibility could be making a proper anime off of the manga version of the main story! When the gag anime originally released, many people expressed interest in seeing the main story converted into an anime, so that could be an interesting avenue for them to pursue.

Another option would be for them to go down a more audio-focused route. Though we haven't gotten much Otaku FM content in quite a long time, they've only released a couple of characters for their ASMR project so far, and hopefully they will still continue it for the rest of the characters. It's possible that they could bring back Otaku FM or Boys in the House content, especially to promote other new content in this new era. And multiple of the OM voice actors are involved with the Ex and Bee, which seems to have somewhat low numbers so far but has been said to be good (though we haven't looked into it ourselves), so it could be possible for them to try out a similar audio drama format with OM, as a more established IP.

Also, while the VAs seem to be saying that app games (mobile) are done for now, that doesn't necessarily mean we couldn't get a PC or console game. This could open up a possibility of a more traditional route-based style of otome game, which could give the writers a better position at balancing romance with the larger world adventure elements, and then just extending it with things like DLCs, fan discs, etc. Hard to say if Solmare has the budget to pull off something like that, but it would probably be more up their alley as a game studio and still give their programmers things to do assuming they haven't all been laid off with the current state of the games industry.

And then, of course, we have more things like Overture, the "concert" they put on with new 3D models of the brothers. Even if they can't afford a full-fledged console game, they could definitely still use those models in other ways, but also in more Overture-like concerts. Though personally, we would prefer if they didn't -- no one got into OM to have an idol group game. There are a million idol games and franchises already, and while it's fine as extra content on the side we guess, they're not really strong contenders against all of the actual idol games already out there. But there's money in that genre, so who knows if whatever execs may continue pushing it that direction...

And finally, another possibility, though perhaps also not a very likely one, is a theater show. It's pretty common for animes and such to also have stage productions in Japan. Luke's and Diavolo's VAs in particular have also done theater, including musical theater, so it's not a foreign concept to some of the team. But given the limited geographical scope of something like that, this wouldn't really be good for anyone outside of, like, probably only Tokyo? Still, stranger things have happened, so it's not outside the realm of possibility.

Speculation and all aside...we've been here since basically the beginning, when OG Obey Me was released back in December 2019. The end of content in the games is bittersweet, and we'll certainly be sad after NB Lesson 60 is released. Despite all of its flaws, OM is what got us both back into writing and drawing after a very long time. We started this blog! Neither of us had ever done a fandom blog before! It's been something near and dear (if even frustratingly so) to us for the past five years, so we'll be watching for what's coming next! And in the meantime, we're still here with you all too, for however slowly we put our stuff out.

#as usual we have many words.....#and just as usual we are a couple days late on this too #can't say we didn't see this coming someday but even so oof #we will have thoughts on the latest lesson coming soon too!#obey me #obey me!#obey me swd #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me nightbringer #obey me nb #omnb

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itsjusbleh · 9 months ago

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Beneath the surface

Chat Noir x reader

Chapter one — Acrophobia

Moving to Paris is a fresh, fresh beginning for you. Maybe it was a too big of a leap, but you’re excited, and you’re young, so why not? Though you can’t ignore the tender ache in your stomach. Gotta love anxiety.

It’s only when you step through the inside doors that you realise you have left your damn water bottle behind at your apartment. But then the bell rings, and immediately there’s a hundred footsteps, talking and yelling and someone actually barges into you. You can’t tell who it was anyway because they get lost in the sea of moving people. Scrambling for your campus map, you try and find your class. B5?

Finally finding the room, you open the door with an exasperated energy. But upon seeing the space, you realise that the class is not cinematography. At all.

A naked muscular man sits in the front of the room, posing on a stool as the student artists paint a portrait. Your eyes spring open and you can feel people start to look at you. You go to leave, stepping backwards. “Shit— sorry! I’m in the wrong class—“

You bump into a table filled with clay figures, fumbling a bunch of apologies as you knock one over and it smashes on the ground. What’s even worse is that people begin laughing as your skin flushes warm. You fall to the ground and scramble at the broken pieces.

”Hey—“

At the sudden close proximity of a voice, your head snaps up. A clean hit to the owner of the voice’s nose. A groan comes from above you as you whip your attention to the person.

His hand clutches at his face as you blabber, “I am so so sorry, oh my god…”

”It’s okay, it’s okay,” he pinches his nose, eyes squinted. “You dropped this,” he extends your book towards you with his free hand.

You tuck your hair out of your face and when you get a proper look at him, you swallow dryly. It’s when his green eyes finally meet yours, and you take your book with quick fingers.

He offers you a little smile, but it falters when he looks to the smashed pot on the ground.

You tuck your book tightly into your chest. “Was that yours?” You ask softly, face contorted in shame.

“Yes,” he slowly says, lolling those green eyes back to yours, and you catch the smallest twitch of them widening. “It’s… fine, though.”

Oddly enough, there’s a second of silence before the professor echoes a loud ‘ahem’. You scramble out of the class, offering another clumsy sorry as you leave, unknowingly having the same pair of green eyes following you as you do.

Once you’re finally in cinematography, a nice girl with tan skin and dark red hair chats to you as she polishes her glasses. She says her name’s Alya and it’s hard because you’re trying to listen to the teacher, especially because he was a bit annoyed at your lateness but she’s blabbering in your ear. You don’t have the heart to try and tell her to stop especially because you’re new and well, alone. You need to make friends.

”I was supposed to be taking audio and film instead of this class, but apparently, this branches more opportunity,” she uses quote fingers, rolling her eyes. “Anyway, I can thank my boyfriend for that—“

She gets hushed by the teacher, but after five seconds she slowly turns her head back to you, as if expecting you to start talking.

“I’m taking a performing arts bachelor,” you whisper. “I’d like to be an actress… or something like that.”

“Oooh nice,” Alya wiggles her words, once again getting hushed by the teacher.

After two full, long classes, you head out into the main courtyard like most of the students at the university. Some are on phones, some are in animated conversation. You see an oak tree at the far end of the courtyard, with a wide trunk and plenty of shade. You can’t see anyone nearby, so you make your way over, and you plan to sit on the grass against the tree when you feel someone clutch your shoulder.

”Girl, where do you think you’re going?” Ayla’s voice seeps into your ears, her glossed lips stretched in a smile. You open your mouth to reply but she beats you to it, pulling your shoulder to walk with her. “Come meet my best frieeend, oh my god, you’ll love Marinette, she’s amazing.”

You follow her with a nod, a pleasant wave of relief actually washing through you. She pulls you to a table under a tree’s shade. Marinette has black hair with a tinge of blue hue that just curls around the mid of her neck, kind blue eyes and you can just tell she’s a warm soul. She waves, offering a hello.

She tells you she’s studying in fashion design, and as you tell her your bachelor, she coos. “Performing arts? Are you looking to book any roles in Paris? We have some opportunities here, theatre wise— oh, and advertisements, films…”

“I would love that, I just… need to see if I’m actress material, I guess. I know how difficult it is to get into the acting industry, and I’m taking some extra classes with a studio every week, so…”

”Hey, I know a guy that can hook you up with some opportunities,” Alya grins, nudging Marinette with a smug look. “Adrien Agreste,” she lets the name roll of her tongue, smooth and knowing.

Marinette rolls her eyes at Alya, but she turns to you with a hopeful smile. “Actually, that is true. He’s done plenty of things like that.”

As they say this, you wonder who this said guy is. It’s obvious that they know him well, which is good in your case. You pick up a french fry and dip it in ketchup.

“Who’s that?” You munch on the fry, voice muffled a little by it.

”Uhh… oh, he’s over there,” Alya points behind you. You turn and see where she’s pointing, to a group of people standing around. “The one in the navy pullover.”

The one in the navy pullover. You look for the clothing, and once found, you rake your eyes up to the face to match. You almost choke on your french fry, a strangled sound coming from your throat as Alya pats your back immediately. That’s insane because that’s the guy that you socked in the nose. Not to mention, you broke his clay piece.

Shit. Yeah, that’s him. What a small world. You turn around slowly back to the girls, shrinking in on yourself.

“What?” Both girls say in tune, confused at your expression.

“This morning I mixed up my classes and I bumped into him and I smashed his clay piece,” you clutch at your forehead, embarrassed. They both ease into a laugh. Your mind reels at just the thought of the humiliating situation. They attempt to reassure you, and you smile at their pure friendliness, but it drowns out a little as you take another peak at him.

To your utter shock, you catch his gaze. He seems surprised too because his expression sets into a stunned one. He quickly adverts his eyes, regaining his attention on a friend. You screw your lips up, a tinge of confusion bubbling in your chest.

Your first day wasn’t unbearable, but it wasn’t a piece of cake either. The first bite into your freshly baked croissant has you drooling. The buttery, flaky layers of the pastry melt in your mouth, releasing a rich, buttery flavor that dances on your tongue. It’s a nice breeze through Paris, seeping against your cheeks and you’re thankful for the spare time you have.

Suddenly the ground shakes, and the salts and peppers on your cafe table fall to the ground with an eery smash. An earthquake? You never knew they were prone in Paris. But then you hear a maniacal laugh echo throughout the street. The rustle of chairs moving and shoes squeaking fills your ears, and looking around you see that people are running into hiding.

What is going on?

A fast blur of red and black whips past, a powerful feminine voice yelling something out. You’re frozen in your chair, croissant now splattered along the pavement. You tilt to look at your treat now gone, a wave of grief rocking you.

Another suited figure runs by you. He wears a black suit, golden blond hair and shifting cat ears. He tosses a shout, “You should be inside! It’s too danger—rooooouuussss…” his head turns as he looks at you, sharp, emerald eyes giving you a one-down as his run slows to a stop, “hello.”

You look around quickly, seeing if he’s talking to anyone else but there’s no one else. Anywhere. “Hi,” you say, a tone of a question as you feel a shudder slip down your back at the way his eyes gobble you up. There’s a sinister swing of his hips as he walks toward you, a challenging stare that you can’t replicate.

“Ma chérie, you can’t be out here,” he tsks. With him this close, you can really look at him. His soft blond hair running wild at his neck, defined muscles cut against leather, the little dimple in his cheek from his wicked grin. What a being. “There’s a possibility you can get caught in the crossfire, and I would hate to see this pretty face get hurt.”

You nod gently, spacing out a little.

A truck gets thrown across the street in the background. His flirty demeanour flattens as he blinks, his whacky grin slipping. “Are you in shock?”

You shrug. You hear him mumble something under his breath, maybe along the lines of ‘shit’ and ‘poor thing’ but you can’t really tell from the loud crashing and banging noises going on around you. He taps his foot a little, cat ears flicking like he’s thinking.

“Chat Noir!” The same female voice from before snaps, and you watch the way his ears flatten, an exasperated groan escaping his lips.

”I’ll come back for you, ma chérie, just—“

Another loud shout, and he suddenly clutches you by the arm.

“Be a good girl and go into the cafe, come on,” his voice is tender and guiding, leading you through the cafe doors and practically carrying you there. “There we are, that’s it, puurfect.”

The way he mutters that last word against your ear makes you shiver, and all you can do is nod to him and his words. He sits you down on one of the couches, giving your arm one last graze before zooming out into the Parisian streets. You aren’t in shock. Are you? You’re just confused. As fuck.

You don’t know how long it’s been until there’s a flash of pinkish white that blinds you and you cover your face with an arm. Blinking away the shine, there’s an evident clearing of the sky, and herds of civilians creep out from their hidings. You decide to stay in the cafe for a while, grabbing for your phone as something comes up on your web, Ladyblog News.

Superheroes. Ladybug and Chat Noir. How have you never ever heard of this? You feel stupid, ridiculously stupid. Making your way out of the cafe and heading to your apartment, you duck into an alleyway shortcut.

”Why such a rush? I said I’d come back for you.”

The sudden noise makes you swish around, coming into contact with a leathered arm. Thick, leathered arm. The feline heroine has that arm leaned against the alleyway’s brick wall, looking you down like a predator. This guy is big on dramatic effect.

“I’ve just moved to Paris, and this… this is all very new to me,” you explain, wondering why it was difficult to keep eye contact.

“Oh, chèrie, I know…” he draws out, letting his eyes roll down your figure. “I might need to go home with you.”

His words send your mind in a frenzy, it makes your throat grow tingly. “Why?”

”For safety measures, of course. Why else?” He tilts his head at you as if it were obvious, the bell on his suit dinging lightly. That implication was prominent and you knew it, he was sly. “Your legs feel okay?”

”They feel fine,” you mutter, biting the inside of your cheek. You have to admit, they’re a bit jittery from before. You duck out from the alleyway and he follows.

“Mmm, I’m not sure I believe that,” he reaches behind himself to grab something, and when it comes into view it looks like a metal bar. He slides an arm around your waist. “You afraid of heights?”

You raise an eyebrow at his question, confusion once again filling you as he grabs your arm to wrap it around his neck. “…No.”

There’s a glint of a grin on his devilish lips. “And which one’s your building?”

You point in the direction to the blue apartment building in the distance. “That one,” you respond.

Without warning, you’re lifted up into the air. You screech, arms flying out and attaching to him magnetically. You can hear a low chuckle from him as your heart pounds against your ribcage. You don’t dare to peek out from his chest, eyes sealed shut as wind snips through the gaps of your hair.

“Which one?” Chat Noir asks, giving you a little nudge.

”Seventh floor, farthest left,” you rush, gripping him as if your life depended on it. There’s a thud and a commotion, and when he gently sets you down, it takes you a second to detach from him.

You immediately go to land a solid punch into his shoulder, a hiss like noise screeching out of him.

“Heeeey…” he pouts, to which you jab a finger at his chest.

“You should’ve warned me!” You scold harshly.

“Where’s the fun in that?” His tongue runs along his smirking bottom lip, a glimpse of his white canines catching your eye. You only groan frustratedly, folding your arms. “Your balcony has a beautiful view,” Chat Noir praises.

You sigh. “I know, you can see the Eiffel from here and I didn’t even pay extra—“

”I wasn’t talking about the landscape,” he mutters. You turn to see his sneaky green eyes locked on you, seemingly proud at his flirtatious quip. Your arms tense in your hold, unable to play it cool as you let a smile creep onto your face. You hear a quiet beeping sound and you catch the way his eyebrows stitch down as he looks at his ring finger.

“What’s wrong?” You utter, unfolding your arms.

“I have to leave,” Chat Noir grunts, annoyance twinged in his voice. He takes your hand in his, giving it a swift kiss in apology. “Selfishly, I beg of you to go into shock more.”

You actually giggle at his silly statement, going to take your hand back but his grip doesn’t falter. His slimmed, feline pupils dilate with your sound.

“What’s your name?” He asks gently, smoothing his gloved thumb over your knuckle. You say it without a thought, quiet enough that it could be mistaken for another gust of Paris’s wind. He leans back towards the bars of your balcony with a smirk, and with one last look that he steals, he jumps off your balcony.

#miraculous ladybug #chat noir #chat noir x reader #adrien agreste x reader #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #chat noir fanfiction

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the-amazing-animated-circus · 11 months ago

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Okaaaayyyy figured I'd make a proper post so that people aren't confused.

I'm casting for a youtube series I'm making for "The Amazing Animated Circus"

Right now I'm looking at 20 episodes in total, but I only plan on making each one a few minutes. The project will basically be in the style of an audio drama with occasional images, justified in universe as secret photographs and audio recordings taken by the characters.

The main exception will be the first episode, which will be an animatic, and maybe some fake cartoon episodes if I'm feeling spicy.

Although there have been a lot of great female auditions, I am sorely in need of males ones. Especially one of the male human characters, Seymour, who is going to be a major part of the series.

The deadline is still a while a way (August 6th), so you have plenty of time to apply!

#casting call #auditions #voice acting #voice actors #the amazing digital circus #tadc au #toon au #caine #pomni #ragatha #jax #zooble #kinger #gangle

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dervampireprince · 1 month ago

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ASMR | Transformers - Tailgate x Listener SFW Comfort For Feeling Alone From Tailgate

[M4A] [Human! Listener (listener is a human liaison officer sent from Earth, stationed on the Lost Light ship)] [First proper meeting (you've met briefly before)] [Platonic with a little silly flirting] [Comfort for feeling alone, left out, homesick, worrying about not being able to make friends, feeling like an outcast] [Yes I'm autistic coding him] [Mentions of Tailgate/Cyclonus, ambiguous towards Tailgate/Cyclonus/Whirl]

So maybe this is a surprise for some, but anyone in my Discord or who watches my Twitch streams knows I love Transformers. I grew up watching every cartoon from G1 to Animated, and as a late teen and adult got into the old IDW continuity comics and I just these silly robots so much. It was fun seeing a new bunch of people get into the fandom with the release of Transformers One. If anyone is curious about the comics, I would so recommend More Than Meets The Eye and it's sequel Lost Light (and then other comics from that era that take place at the same time). They're wonderful and touching and heartbreaking and made me fall in love with so many more characters, and as a bonus they have LGBT+ including trans representation and romances.

Artwork in the thumbnail is not mine, it is official artwork from the More Then Meets The Eye & Lost Light comics published by IDW.

Old public spicy audios on sound gasm (link in pinned post). 2 Exclusive spicy audios on Patreon every month. I also stream on Twitch every week @ dervampireprince . [minors + ageless blogs dni. this blog is for 18+ only.] [do not repost/reupload/edit any of my content]

#the vampire whispers #transformers #transformers idw #tf idw #lost light #tf mtmte #idw transformers #tailgate #tailgate x reader #tailgate x listener #cygate #tf lost light #maccadam #maccadams #transformers x reader #imagine #imagines #Youtube

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laniemae · 5 days ago

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I think I might’ve had the most convoluted and insane tetro dream ever

Basically it was a completely buckwild dream where tetro blue got completely out of hand and the student 1b premiere came out earlier than it was supposed to be and it was fully animated intro of the character and it wasn’t even ouno it was noriko. And things got more crazy when suddenly the channel started uploading a ton of blue content early all with the similar student teaser trailers all at once. As well as dropping some random art of all of the pink cast. I remember going to tumblr which was in absolute chaos and saying that I didn’t really like the new intros and felt like they didn’t fit the whole atmosphere of tetro when pink had just the audio and was saying that what I said was probably a hot take. Also a bunch of random apps appeared in my phone which couldn’t be opened and it was icons of the tetro blue cast and I also went to tumblr wondering if I was hallucinating all of this.

While all of this was happening I was at some sort of family reunion like 2 hours away from where I live and we were supposed to go home but this is when all that random blue content started dropping and I was on the bed with the light shining through the window and the trees outside of it, completely bawling my eyes out. Like I don’t even really know why I was crying I think I was just overwhelmed that so much new tetro content was coming out all at once and I couldn’t keep up with it. I kept being told that I need to pack up and go home but I was just so overwhelmed I didn’t do anything and made a ton of wild excuses to just stay.

Even more tetro blue content started dropping at once in which I remember a proper character intro of Shingo introducing himself to the audience and he had bunny ears for whatever reason (and I think he was also complaining about gay people). As well as a character who didn’t exist in blue who was basically if Susie from deltarune was human. A ton of other random stuff was also being uploaded like a song cover of something, gameplay footage of tetro despite how it’s not a game of like secret events and stuff. And on the offical website (which apparently existed) there was so much new content about what would appear in blue with fully 3d modeled environments and key objects like some warp pipe type thing that has monomokos power to teleport things, a bunch of new divisions in staffside that made absolutely zero sense were all random words that didn’t exist, new doctors we would see which looked more like something out of a sci fi movie instead of researchers.

Cut to me still crying and not being satisfied with this major change basically completely making tetro into something unrecognisable but also wishing that the pink characters could’ve gotten cool intros like that. In the real world in my dream I just hid out in the bathroom where somehow I had a bunch of tubes of antibiotic cream where at the back of them contained a list of random things about the blue cast which I read and even had some gameplay type thing where you had to match certain facts about the characters. Going to weird territory as someone being addicted to oil as a drug or something and having to identify the characteristics of a polar bear plush (which in reality was completely featureless) in a bedroom which the floor was a massive heater and what I selected was only 30% right. At this point I was still really sad and didn’t want to drive home as I’d just be looking at my phone the whole 2 hour trip back so I locked myself in the bathroom. And also some random thing happened where I had to dress as a vampire and was sad that pride month was just about over. I started waking up at this point and had to forcibly stay awake because the dream was so insane even though I was so sleepy.

Also some other parts in the dream I can’t remember where they fit was me swimming/walking upstream in a small river apparently to try and build a dam of rocks. Something about when I went to tumblr to complain about the new format of tetro I had to do a whole graphic design just to post it in the most hellish way possible where it completely messed the formatting up everytime I had to move something. And usually I can always tell if I’m dreaming by how I cannot type properly at all but my dream fucked with me here to instead of typing giving it away as a dream I had to make a tumblr post via graphic design. The dream started in the bedroom with the heater as the floor in which I can’t remember too much about it but my cat was with me apparently unbothered by the heat. Also K3itar0 made a cameo at the start in which they were like the only other sane person there for being confused on why the student 1b episode uploaded earlier than It should’ve despite setting a timer for it.

#tetro danganronpa pink #tetro danganronpa #Tetro danganronpa blue

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regaliaafterdark · 2 days ago

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what does Professor Regalia think of clicker training?

Ah, clicker training! It's a very fun tool to train your pets. ❤️

I quite enjoy this type of training. A sub's serotonin levels increase through the roof after being called a good girl or being praised in a similar manner, so clicking while saying it works wonders for associating that sound with praise.

I like to integrate it when domming a needy toy, especially in combination with Pavlovian conditioning.

If you've listened to my SI audio, you've probably noticed that I use the former as a form of praise for the latter. While no clicking proper is used, the praise in question is there as a reward, while the count down is there to condition you to get closer to climax and cum once you hear me order you to do so.

Just like with animals, "human" behavioral training should consist of both conditional reinforcement and operant conditioning.

In fact, even the red and pink highlights are used by Myself as two different types of reinforcements for the adorable, pathetic little readers of this blog.

I simply love corrupting training needy girls. ♡

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space-owl · 1 year ago

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Stolas is incredibly classist!

And probably doesn’t realise it.

I already made a short post about it here but I want to go more into detail with all of this.

First I want to show how he is acting with demons that aren’t Goetia and then how his classism even bleeds into the relationship with Blitzø.

Disclaimer: I love Stolas, he is one of my favourite characters of the show! Doesnt mean though I wont critic him for some of the bullshit he is pulling

Stolas is constantly dismissing other demons and looking at all of them from a high angle. We can clearly see it when he interacts with Millie and Moxxie

Just look at his uninterested face too while Moxxie is talking to him

Not to forget he keeps referring to Imps as "little ones“ etc

Of course he is aware of his status sometimes and does use it to get into Ozzies. But he also does it while presenting himself on a higher angle than the poor bouncer in front of the club would’ve needed

Like Stolas you’re already one of the princes of hell, the guy KNOWS who you are! Why are you giving him this look??

He doesn't see any imp or even any demon who is ranked below him as equal. It shows again when he is directly attacked by Striker. Stolas was mostly chill about the situation and not even fully aware he was in danger!

Yes, he brings it up but he isn’t fully convinced of it himself. The first time he REALLY understands he is in big trouble is when he realises that his glare doesn’t work!

I don’t think Stolas doesn’t know what holy rope is. But I do believe that he himself didn’t think an IMP could possess such dangerous equipment!

And what shows it to me the MOST that he really doesnt seem to hold any respect to Imps that aren't Blitzø is this:

How he handles Pringles, the butler of the family!

He literally squeezes him so tightly the poor guy cant get any air anymore!

Just holding him and handling him as if he was an object! Dude is already getting dizzy and Stolas wont let go of him!

Yes I know I suppose this is mostly a visual gag to make the scene more entertaining. We just cant forget that animation is a long process to do. Anything, any action a character does is there for a reason! If Stolas WASN'T a person who wouldnt handle an Imp butler like this, it would'nt be in the scene!

This is already enough proof for me that Stolas is very classist. Its so casual for him and normal that he doesnt even seem to realise it! Why do I think that? Because it bleeds into the relationship with Blitzø!

All the things Stolas keeps saying about Imps, he also says directly to Blitzø.

Calling Blitzø "his little Imp", again just saying Imps are little and "things" to be posessed

Dismissing Blitzø when he tries to get serious, just saying he is cute even though Blitzø is trying to complain

Also the constant cheek pinching, something youd mostly do to a child.

And dont forget the most posessive thing of all of them to say in "Truth Seekers"

"Who dares to threaten my impish little plaything?" (youtube didnt pick up the audio here so no automatic subtitles appeared (holy shit im so thankful season 2 finally has proper subtitles!))

Stolas literally called Blitzø HIS "plaything", also pointing out the Imp part again.

Id say something like "oh but that was probably just before he got feelings for Blitzø! And then it changed!" I mean even if that was the case it wouldnt make it any better. But no, Stolas literally had a crush on Blitzø the first time he SAW him! Look, this is his literal first reaction:

Stolas always had feelings for Blitzø, but still he keeps downplaying Blitzøs feelings and totally ignores the class thing. Because he himself is already in a higher class! So he can just pick and choose which Imp he respects and which he doesnt.

Worst of all of this is that as a child Stolas was a LOT more open about those things!

Until his father "corrects" him

And Stolas rememberd this statement until his aduldhood. The only exeption he makes to this rule is Blitzø.

And Blitzø of course notices those things. Of course he notices the constant dismiss of Stolas! Being called a "Plaything" and a "little imp!" He is already self conscious enough. And that makes him even more vunerable and hyper aware of those things.

Even though Stolas showed general intersted in him someties, Blitzø already accepted himself as his little tool.

Moxxie even brings it up to Blitzø, obviously playing to Stolas feelings for him.

But Blitzø immediately thinks its still just about something sexual. And nothing else.

Because he cant see himself being anything else to Stolas than just a plaything. It doesnt matter how often Stolas was honest with him and showed interest. His constant belitteling and downplaying on him and also any other Imp that happens to be present while Blitzø is with him is enough.

With ALL of that context, its totally clear why Blitzø lashed out at Stolas in Full Moon. For him this confession came out of nowhere. He didnt have time to breathe or understand what was really going on there. And Stolas himself keeps ignoring their class difference and has 0 self reflection on that part so far, not getting why this is so upsetting to Blitzø.

"Blitzø, I think so very highly of you. I didnt realize you think so low of me!"

GEE STOLAS! I WONDER WHY BLITZØ DOES SO!

#okay time to go to bed #helluva boss #helluva boss spoilers #Stolas goetia #Blitzø #Blitzø helluva boss #blitz #Stolas #Stolitz #Full Moon #personal post

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