#I just woke up and I know zero translation but

[avatar-anna]

Ithink the first time professor interrupts one of harry’s workout sessions, she definitely gets all blushy and bashful, and he definitely notices and loves it.// can you make it a blurb pleaseee with harry teasing prof about oggling him, only if you're comfy with that?? thanks!!

Let's Get Physical

The Professor Series

You didn't know how he did it.

Here you were, body bent over as you heaved—even though you knew it would be easier to get air in your lungs if you stood up straight—hair falling out of your ponytail and sticking to your sweaty cheeks, which were probably an angry shade of red. Your legs had been the consistency of jello twenty minutes ago, and you weren't sure if you were going to be able to walk back to the car without falling over or passing out or both.

In other words, you were an absolute disaster.

Turning your head to the side, you looked at your boyfriend, who had broken a sweat but otherwise looked almost exactly the same as when he woke up this morning and suggested you go on this infernal run with him. He looked better even. His sleeveless shirt revealed muscles that were glistening with sweat, and when he lifted the hem to wipe his brow, your eyes zeroed in on his stomach, the butterfly tattoo, the trail of hair that led down to—

And now your face was red for a completely different reason.

"You okay down there?"

You rested wobbly arms on your hips and slowly straightened to look Harry in the eye. "No."

Harry grinned, clearly amused by your disheveled appearance. He looked too good for someone who just went on a run. You knew how you felt on the inside, which probably translated pretty well to how you looked physically, and Harry was just standing there fresh as a daisy.

Running. In the morning. You'd never been much of a morning person, but you were definitely not the type to exercise regularly. You got your fix by riding your bike around, and you made sure you got your steps in at work, but physical exertion? On purpose? And once again, in the morning? Absolutely not.

The things you did for love.

"You did really well," Harry said, stretching his arms above his head as he did so. While his head was tilted up, you couldn't help but stare, your mouth hanging open slightly.

You'd never been the type of person who based your affection for someone solely on looks. You valued relationships of the mind, being with someone who could somewhat keep up with you when you spoke to them. Harry was one hundred percent that person, but right now the only words that came to mind were two that you overheard your students using a few weeks ago: stupid hot.

"My whole body hurts," you managed to say, unable to keep the slight whine out of your voice. "I'm overheating, I probably have blisters, and these shorts are riding up my ass. Meanwhile, you look like one of the marble statues in the Classics Department—it's unfair."

You could tell Harry was trying to hold back a laugh as he digested your mini rant. You didn't mean for all of that to come out, but you were tired, and maybe a little delirious. He was making you delirious. You knew Harry was handsome, you saw him nearly every day, but something about his post workout appearance was putting you on edge. How his shorts weren't driving you crazy was also plaguing your mind, but mostly it was the overall look of him that had you at a loss for words.

"I think there was a compliment in there somewhere, so thank you," he said. When all you did was huff and glare at him, he took a couple steps closer to you. "I know those red cheeks of yours are from more than just the run. I can see right through your huffing and puffing, darling."

Your heart fluttered even more at the way his breath tickled your ear, but you were still cross with him for getting you out of bed to go on this run in the first place. Your perfectly soft bed in your temperature controlled bedroom. His teasing was noted and not appreciated.

"You're so—"

"Sexy? Devastatingly handsome? Hot?"

"Yes—No—Don't put words in my mouth!"

Harry's grin was smug as he said, "Doctor Y/l/n, are you getting a little hot?"

"I've been hot, that's what I've been trying to say! And you—you're not helping!"

He finally did let out a laugh then before leaning over and kissing your cheek. "Let's get you home."

"Please," you said gratefully, wanting to launch yourself at him the minute you returned and lie down and never get back up at the same time. Cardio had never really been your thing, but for some reason you let Harry pull you out of bed way before you should've been awake. Why you'd gotten up before your alarm at all was a mystery, but here you were, and now you were wondering if you'd ever catch your breath.

With Harry looking the way you did, you didn't think that outcome was likely.

You settled for holding Harry's hand as you walked back to his car, putting all your focus into not tripping over your feet. Your heart finally stopped beating wildly in your chest, which was a nice feeling, though now you were aware of all the sweat—on your back, your hair, your arms and legs. There was simply no way people actually endured this kind of physical exertion for fun.

"I love you, but I don't think I'll be joining you again," you said as you slid into the passenger seat of Harry's car. Once he was in and had his seatbelt on, you rested your head on his shoulder. "I don't think I'll be doing anything ever again."

"You could've stayed home," Harry said, resting a hand on your knee as he peeled onto the street. "Don't get me wrong, I love seeing you all hot and bothered—"

"Shut up," you said, moving his hand off your knee, even if, but he only moved it back.

"But," he continued, rubbing his thumb on the inside of your leg. It was such a casual touch, and he wasn't even looking over at you as he did it. He was just...happy to be near you. Harry always was. So even though he'd made you all flustered and promptly teased you for it, you rested your hand over his and patiently waited for him to continue. "Exercise means a post-workout shower."

There was a suggestion in Harry's tone that made your stomach flip and your heart pound the way it had been when you'd been desperately trying to keep up with him this morning. As he let his clear offer to take a post-workout shower together settle in, you just looked at him and sighed breathily through your nose.

He truly was the most handsome person you met. The hair under his ratty blue baseball cap curled perfectly, his jaw had just the right amount of stubble covering it, and there was a bead of sweat that was trailing down his neck, drawing your eyes as he swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing as he hummed along to the song playing from the car's speakers.

If you knew how to draw, you would capture this moment with a pen and paper. You technically had a perfect memory, but there was something so much more intimate about recalling each detail you loved about Harry and using it to create rather than just pulling it from where your brain had stored it. But your line of thinking was just so clinical. People often found your intelligence remarkable, but you'd always admired the kind of genius that lied in art and creativity. It was why Harry intrigued you so much when you met. He was so different from you, yet was so remarkable in his own right. He could express himself in ways that you couldn't, he saw things differently than you did, approached the world and his life at a different angle than you did, but was no less precise or right.

But he was different, today was clearly an example of that. Sometimes you were surprised by how well you and Harry seemed to get along when he was just so—

"Did I lose you?"

Blinking, you blushed and said, "No. I'm right here."

"Tell me what you're thinking," he said, voice soft and curious, the way it always was when he said those five words.

"Lots of things," you said honestly. "How I'm going to get out of this car let alone up the stairs to shower, for one."

"I'll carry you, of course," Harry said, smiling as he neared the street leading up to his house. A few moments of silence passed before he continued. Squeezing your leg, he said, "Don't hide from me, love. Tell me what you were thinking about."

You flipped the hand that was on your leg so that his palm was facing up and began to trace the lines on it. Parts of his hand were callused and rough, something that you weren't quite used to when you first met. But now you found Harry's hand steady and reliable, a source of comfort whenever you became nervous or overwhelmed. It didn't take a long time to realize you didn't want to hold anyone else's hand but his for the rest of your life.

"Did you know that Julius Caesar chose his soldiers by reading their palms?" you asked instead of answering his question.

"A sound military plan," Harry replied, knowing you weren't ignoring his request, just taking your time getting there.

You shrugged. "Not the worst in history."

Harry hummed, then asked, "Do you ever think about teaching history?"

"Instead of psychology?" you asked.

Now Harry shrugged. "I don't know. You seem passionate about it. Might be an interesting change."

You did like history, and you loved talking about it. It would be hard to narrow down what subject you actually wanted to focus on, especially when there were so many to pick from. But ultimately, "I kind of just like talking about it with you."

You were still looking down at Harry's hand, thinking of all the precision it would take to sketch the lines and creases in it. You were so transfixed that you didn't even realize the car had come to a stop in front of his house, or that Harry was blushing all the way down to his neck.

"Is that so?"

"Yeah. No one ever listens to me the way you do, you know?"

"Well, that's because no one explains it to me like you do."

Before you could ask what he meant by that, Harry's hand slipped from yours as he opened the door on his side of the car. As promised, he came around and opened yours, arms outstretched like he was fully prepared to carry your jelly limbs into the house.

"What do you mean?"

Harry tucked a strand of hair that had fallen from your ponytail on your run this morning. Most of your hair had fallen out, actually, but you appreciated the gesture nonetheless.

"You explain it like you were actually there. It's cute, and interesting, like I'm listening to a story."

"A good one?"

"The best."

You couldn't help but smile wide at that. Instead of letting Harry carry you out of the car, you leaned forward and kissed him, your hands cupping his cheeks and rubbing your thumbs against his skin affectionately. Harry didn't hesitate to rest his own hands on your waist before creeping under your sweater.

All those thoughts you had about him this morning came flooding back to you in one huge rush, making you wrap your legs around his waist and pulling him closer. Your lips hastily moved to his jaw, then his neck, trailing down and nipping at skin until—

Harry's breath hitched and you grinned as he lifted you out of the car, closing the door behind you with a definitive slam. Peals of laughter left you as Harry began to nuzzle your neck, his stubble tickling your skin the way you both knew it would as he made his way into the house.

*.*

A few weeks later, you stirred from sleep as you felt the bed shift as Harry sat up. Through squinted eyes, you watched as he stretched his arms above his head, the muscles in his back flexing and popping rolled the sleep out of his shoulders. You watched for a minute, admiring your boyfriend while still half asleep before reaching a hand out and lightly running a hand along his back.

Only startling slightly, he turned around, grinning down at you when he saw your half open eyes.

"Morning, Professor. I was gonna head out for a run this morning if you wanted to—"

Your hand had been trailing up his arm and across his shoulder until your index finger found the gold chain of his necklace. With one swift tug, you pulled his lips onto yours and his body until it was hovering over you.

"No, you're not," you said.

Harry grinned into the kiss, his hands already searching for the hem of your shirt. "No, I'm not."

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[leofiat-bunny]

After The Scene™

Then

Chen Yi woke up, stumbled through getting dressed, and - when he couldn't find Ai Di - checked his phone. Then he sees the text from the night before. He sends his guys out searching for Ai Di while he goes to hq to speak to Boss about BZY.

When Boss tells him what happened - a bit exasperated but not surprised that Ai Di didn't let him know - he doesn't yell at Boss mostly because he's frozen. He's stuck trying to process "Ai Di will be in prison for as long as BZY is, which will be some years".

Since then he's been more uptight than ever about never setting a foot wrong. When he messes up THIS is what happens. He's legit traumatised by it.

(As said elsewhere, it's no small miracle Chen Yi didn't give himself alcohol poisoning after losing Ai Di.)

If someone else went over his head to leave the gang he'd be annoyed but accept it.

But Ai Di can't go over his head because Ai Di doesn't belong to the gang, he belongs to Chen Yi.

Now

Chen Yi doesn't understand why he's being avoided because "Ai Di thinks I hate him" requires "Chen Yi hating Ai Di" to be a concept that computes and he'd have an easier time dividing by zero.

Chen Yi has long accepted that if Ai Di kills someone, that's on Chen Yi for not being there to stop him.

Of course "killing someone" and "betraying Chen Yi" are very different propects.

As for the betrayal of taking advantage of his drunken state, I don't think Chen Yi will process it like a normal person would. He was raised in a gang. It would be more strange if his moral compass wasn't a bit wonky.

Yes, he could process it by switching their places but I'm not sure he'd really allow it to rest with him?

Almost: if my pet bites me, that's bad; if I bite my pet, that's unforgivable?

(He doesn't think of Ai Di as sub-human or stupid, that was just the best simile that occured to me)

Even if he really allowed it to sit with him, by far the greatest betrayal was leaving.

Meanwhile

Ai Di will do anything to avoid hearing Chen Yi say "I hate you". He knows😒 it but he can't take hearing it.

Except Chen Yi came for him, brought him back, prepared his favourite foods. Ai Di doesn't know what's going on but he does know that hope has no place here.

He's unforgivable and maybe Chen Yi wants to hear Ai Di's excuses before passing judgement, maybe he's been telling himself that Ai Di would never have done that to him.

Ai Di can't stay for the realisation.

He has no place by Chen Yi's side and never will again and he deserves whatever Chen Yi does to him but he can't.

Ai Di is collarless and will remain that way until he's ready to stop running.

Soon

Are we recovered from ep 9? No? Shame, I wanted to break you again.

Well, I have (spoilery) ammunition, so I'll give it my best shot.

I trawled their youtube channels for clues and!!!

(Partially ninja'd because I am a slow bunny)

Next ep

Better pic of outfits for colour convo:

And then

Chen Yi has a tried and tested way of getting Ai Di to come back.

And it still works. Quelle surprise.

Until

Remember what I said about collars? I thought that before finding this and I just lost it.

Give the wardrobe department a raise. And a bonus. And shares. And a prize.

But what is he trying to pinky promise?

"Even if you die tomorrow, you must wait for me to die first. Only then can you die."

"One second. I will give you just one second, then I'll follow."

(I transcribed the subs: 就算你快掛 也要等我先掛 你才能掛

一秒 只讓你一秒 我隨後跟上

According to google translate:

Even if you die quickly You have to wait for me to hang up first Only then can you hang up

One second Just give you a second I followed later

Then I tidied it up a bit, hopefully without moving away from the meaning

I found an official sub where they translate it as

"Promise me that you won't die before I do" "One second, Then I'll follow up right away"

Bonus point? Guess which outfits are in the cover image:

They got to privacy but not home 😊)

#kiseki: dear to me #chen yi x ai di

[kanmom51]

JK live 27 July 2023 0:00 KST

cr./To the creators of the content used in this post.

So, this one was a pre-scheduled one. Hence the AI translation during the live itself.

As such, JK had to start at the time scheduled, and because the timing wasn't up to him, the man came to us sooooooo tired, telling us how he fell asleep and found it hard to wake up to his alarm.

But that tired feeling it kind of lingered almost throughout the whole live. He does tell us he lacks energy and I truly wonder how he managed to pull through those 2 and half hours.

And I must admit it, this live was a hard one for me to get through too. His low energy was something that effected me as well. I think it might show in this post, lol.

Not too much happened in the live. We did get a few moments worth mentioning though and a lovely lovely ending to the live as well (well a point from which JK decided it's time to end the live).

JK is wearing his bro's new line, shorts and sweatshirt.

He also has the lights dimmed and purple. He explains about the new light bulbs he has and shows them. Then tells us that the reason he has it so dark is because he woke up, saw himself and:

Like looking tired or even worse (his post workout look, lol) ever stopped him from showing himself. He adds that he's bloated (not sure that it's in the same context, but still).

Made me wonder.

The losing weight thing - ugh, it literally drives me nuts. But it's so engraved in them at this point...

Of course JK thanks army for #1 billboards.

Tells us about him going to perform on Inkigayo. Sorry, old news by now, lol.

One thing he does explain is why he's only doing Inkigayo, and that's because that was the only show his upcoming schedule could allow him to do. Meaning, man has a packed schedule coming up, probably including preparations for that second single we were told about in Suchwita.

JK said that at first he wanted to do it live, just get up on stage and perform, but

He says that and he giggles.

I wonder if he's talking about his very elaborate stage set up. You know, the one that celebrates his time in NY with JM.

Our neuro divergent prince gets caught up in the table pattern, more so the texture (that is such an ADHD thing to do). The question I beg to ask is just how often does he actually use that table not to have noticed it by now? Seeing he's supposedly been living there since April 2022 more or less. I ask this especially as towards the end of the live he once again tries to clean the table and is thoroughly surprised that's the actual table pattern.

He was asked if he's going to go back to Jung soon - not really nice and not something that JK liked in the past. JK said no. That he's actually going to cut his hair a little more.

"Did I listen to V's album yet?"..."Did V's news go up yet?" Ahm... ok, so there is news coming (when it lands let's all act surprised).

JK says he heard a couple of V's songs. He's good. They're good. That's it.

Did someone actually ask him if he wants to eat ramen? Him just answering literally, lol. But there is no way under the sun that comment was an innocent one. Yuck. And this won't be the last of the cringe worthy comments he gets during the live. He does mention how the comments are "the same" or "the same style". And we know exactly what he is talking about. I guess that even that line was crossed in the Inkigayo live.

Suchwita - enjoyed filming, well we saw that didn't we? Lol

But he tells us not to look forward to it too much because he didn't say much, mostly ate, lol. Not true JK. Not true.

JK talks about having to go exercise but then also about how there are days when you have zero energy. He felt like that, so he finished work and stayed home all day (Question is when did he finish work and what does he mean by all day. That's actually 2 questions, lol).

his knees hurt. I guess too much JM lifting can do that to you?

30 minutes in approx. he asks if he should play music. I kind of wonder how he made it this far without the distraction of the music, cause those first 30 minutes were kinda rough (as in he's so tired and a little lackluster and pulling through not without difficulty).

And then JK goes on to say that he doesn't know if it's because he's been working and being busy

but

He actually says he liked resting but after going back to work, coming home from work, to an empty apartment may I add, is not great.

Ehm and maybe it's because once again he got used to having JM by his side and being alone at Brunnen is not something that he looks forward to or enjoys or wants or finds easy to do?

Asked if he will do the challenge with Mingyu. JK, ma man, you have no idea what you started with that challenge you did with Mingyu, lol. Well, obviously he did it...

JK asked in the comments if he's happy alone, answers he's not alone. I do believe he was talking about being with army. As simple as that.

JK is such a big goofball. "I'm Iron man"...

JK watches his performance on BBC 1. Does some of the dance moves but he seems a little muted. Like I said, most of this live just felt like it lacked energy.

He does say how he felt bad that day, and it could be him not loving the performance (he nods with his head a couple of times).

He does have a good laugh at the shirt he's wearing - abs showing through the shirt, lol.

Plays Let there be love .

Ok, so JK looks up JK Seven cover and then sees AI covers, doesn't really tell us too much other than that he has heard a few and some are cool, and if you pay for it it would probably be better quality (funny to hear an artist that an AI version of themselves is cool).

And then he goes AI Jimin, which obviously popped up on his screen. Because why would it if JM wasn't part of his search logarithm to start with, lol.

Funny thing is that he looks surprised. and it's funny cause he obviously heard himself and he tells us he heard Tae, but not JM?

Maybe he preferred not to...

Or, the JM just came out because he couldn't help himself, lol.

JK talks about the Seven dance practice that was uploaded. He tells us how it was originally filmed in the Hybe practice room but he personally didn't like it. So as soon as they got to America he had them film it again.

All while he was feeling bad and achy. All while apparently there was really nothing wrong with the original recording other than him not liking it personally.

So yes folks, if anyone had doubts if this specific parallel was intended...

Other than Letter, that is. Or as the translation says Dear.Army (cannot help but wonder if JK actually calls the song by that name).

Comment: Do a seven challenge with V.

JK: I don't think V would do it.

Short and precise and moving on.

Tae did go on stage and do what? 10 seconds? Lol. But yeah, JK was surprised by that one, lol.

Surprised he came. Surprised he got up on stage and joined him.

And once again we have the weird comments - sexy shower, let's eat ramen etc. Like boundaries are non existent to these people. Yuck.

"I'm 18 today can I marry you?" JK: "I'm sorry". Like wtf dude. They should be sorry they wrote something so cringy and stupid.

Coincidence that right after that he's knocking his knuckles on the table for his JM out there for all to see?

Also, Jimin my love, JK answered the question. And it was NO! That should make you happy!!!

So, our millionaire tells us he doesn't game anymore now days and is trying to get rid of his computer. Ok, so first off, seriously? Selling it second hand? Could use the couple hundred dollars he'll get from it? Second off, is he not gaming at all or making do with what they have set up at JM's? Third, not playing at all, meaning not playing with Tae and his mates anymore?

Recommendations he says. "Watch funny BTS moments". JK: "I've already watched those..." Lol.

Question to you all:

Why does he always ask for permission to go to the loo? Lol.

What if he didn't get it?

He just couldn't stop doing the chicken voice, lol.

Clapped his mouth shut at one point too.

Dancing 7 and showing us love, lol.

At this point, we're over an hour and a half into the live and someone in the comments mentions the Love letter from army. He is really surprised by the song being released, goes looking for it and clearly hasn't seen or heard it yet.

He is moved by the song. So much so it brings him to tears. Our adorable loving JK that loves army so much it brings him to tears.

He says he's so moved, tears just flowing.

He once again mentions he hasn't seen the song before and thanks army for the song. crying a little more. and hears it again.

Second time round he is just enjoying the song, still in the feels, puffy eyes and all.

He says he knows JM saw it, explaining there is a review on the reaction (so he saw the reaction but not the song? or is the reaction up there in his recommended, cause dah, it's a JM clip and that's what dominates his search logarithm).

At this point JK talks about how he knows he is receiving love with that song. It's lovely to receive love, and that he'll memorize the song and sing it to us... waiting for it.

He really is all feely.

Continues: "to receive a song as a present from someone it's really...it's really...rare thing to get..... My heart is getting warm..."

Yes we know babe. It's rare and wonderful and you would know, wouldn't you, given this isn't the first song you have been gifted. By the love of your life.

He asks what to do. Again suggested to watch BTS funny moments, he rejects it.

Asked if he saw Barbie movie, answered not yet, but says he does want to see it.

Bam is doing well. He has to go see Bam.

Asked in the comments if he has seen the guitar JM got "I saw it I saw it".

Then JK is suggested to watch another few army songs and he does. He loves them and is moved by them and by the fact that army have created so many songs for them.

So happy, so moved...keeps singing borahae...

And then he goes and asks "should we hear JM's Dear.Army? and starts with his Jimin search, saying his name over and over again.

Knows the words by heart. Of course.

He was watching the live version. No lyrics there. It's all him.

And he is definitley in the feels.

Like deep in the feels, closing eyes little smile, looking at camera for us to see he's loving it.

And it's not about him singing, he's kind of whispering the lyrics. It's not about singing for us, it's all for himself.

And not a word about his part in the song. Nothing.

Ends with:

And still not mentioning his part in it.

Following that with repeating his JM chant - jm jaman jm jaman from the beginning, lol.

But he continues to sing the song. and then it's time to sleep.

like literally minutes earlier he said he's not tired. And now he asking if he should go to sleep. And it's time to go to sleep and does a little adlib with Letter, lol.

Oh, and "how would it sound if we sing JM letter in Kim Jang hoon's version?" the chicken version that is, lol.

But he doesn't go there.

He ends it all then and there.

I thought he wasn't tired.

Perhaps thought he could get on his bike and go to a certain someone that he just heard sing him a song forever...

Cause yep, man was in the feels.

Yeah, this one was tame and mostly uneventful. But we got him answering no to a marriage proposal (assuming that made his life partner very happy) and we got him watching JM sing letter and joining in, even though it wasn't for us. Oh no. That whole part was solely for himself. And once it was over he caught himself and bid us goodnight.

So all and all not one of his wild ones. I mean, JK gave us a run for our money only a day later with his flirt fest with JM while lying half naked in bed. And a couple later we had the savagery of JK after his Inkigayo pre-recording.

But we got this - his JM smile.

And what else do we need?

#Jungkook #JK #JK live #JK Weverse #JK Letter #JK Dear.Army #JM Letter

[emblemxeno]

Watching the backlash against anime translators happening right now made me think about how I keep forgetting to read your Fates posts

I've the odd tweet here and there about that because I don't watch enough anime to care, and I honestly don't know how to feel about it.

Obviously it sucks that there are some translators who admitted to egregiously changing stuff just cuz they want to. But also those few incidents are being used by bad faith weirdos as a catch-all justification for 1) using AI to translate instead which is not a good idea and 2) accusing any and every instance of "woke propaganda being shoved in our faces."

Like, the type of people who go on and on about "woke localizers pushing an agenda" are the ones who accused Uchikoshi (of Zero Escape and Somnium Files fame) of being a teenage white girl in California because they couldn't wrap their heads around a male Japanese game developer not being a conservative weirdo or only using minority identities as a cross between caricature and interesting depiction.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, any bad localization/translation that fudges up the original meaning with no rhyme or reason should be scrutinized, but said scrutiny should also come from a place that isn't dripping in bigoted language.

#localization talk #fire emblem discourse

[maltmealo]

Chapter 12: Drumbeats

"What is that?"

"A spark."

"It's so pretty."

"No... it's dying."

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Beeping and whirring woke you up along with an excited buzzing, it quickly changed to an almost human voice excitedly talking above you.

“I’m up.” you mumble, slowly pushing yourself off the cot, the same itchy wool blanket falling off as you look up at the yellow bot.

This is how it was for the past month, Bumblebee waking you up and ushering you around when he wasn’t busy. He was very curious, about everything, you, humans, your life in your universe, you know the usual things.

“The human Doctor is waiting for you.” His voice, as you recently learned, was not actually his voice, it was your brain's way of translating his way of communication.

He reaches to pick you up but he quickly stops his hand, hesitantly hovering just above the floor.

“Can I pick you up?”

You nod, not really wanting to walk on the cold floor more than necessary. You would think that the government would have taken into account that your shoes had gotten ruined, but they didn’t seem to even notice.

He lets out an excited beep and picks you up, standing up and carrying you down the hallway. He was trying not to jostle you too much, being slow and meticulous with his steps.

Over the course of the last month, things had been relatively normal. Normal for living with giant robots anyway. Your EM barrier hadn’t really healed, and you learned after more than a couple of painful experiences that you shouldn’t be away from any of the Autobots for an extended period of time, less all your EMF juice leaks out and you die.

Bumblebee had been more than happy to help with your plight when Cliffjumper or Arcee couldn’t. The speechless bot had fun asking you questions and spending time with someone outside of the team, learning all sorts of things from you.

“Bumblebee, can I ask you a question?” you ask, sitting criss-crossed in his palm.

Bumblebee nodded.

“How’d you lose your voice?” you question. Bumblebee freezes, stopping in his tracks as he looks down at the ground sadly. He shakes his head, moving again a bit quicker.

He didn’t want to talk about it to you. Optimus had commanded him to not let you get too involved in anything. He got it, Optimus was trying to protect the humans, protect you. But you were so eager and willing to help, he could feel it, but he couldn’t let you.

But it couldn’t hurt to tell you a little bit, right?

“Megatron crushed my voice box.” He eventually tells you after a moment of silence. “That's why I was so excited when you heard me.”

“The others… they can’t understand you?” you ask softly, a slight frown on your face.

“They can,” He says, a little happier, “we’ve all been with each other long enough that we have a special connection.”

“Like the EMF thingy?”

“Yes, like the EMF thingy.” he says with a nod, even if you didn’t see his lips you could hear the smile in his voice.

“How long have you guys been a team?”

“I’ve been with Optimus since I was a Sparkling,” he starts, “so… around 10,000 years old.”

“Ten what?” you ask blankly.

“Thousand, you know ten with three zeros after it?” He pauses, looking down at you with a worried expression, “Do you not know numbers?”

“What? Of course, I know numbers, it's just you’re so… old.” you say, immediately regretting your choice of words, “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“It's fine.” he says, a tone of amusement in his voice, “I’m actually pretty young for a Cybertronian.”

As you enter the room, you can see an armored military vehicle convoy waiting for you with Dr. Sowa waiting beside it. He was intently staring at the ground but instantly looked up when you and Bumblebee entered so quickly it was almost startling. Bumblebee lowers you down to the ground and sets you down near Sowa. He wasn't carrying his bag like he normally was, which was strange considering that's where he kept his medical equipment.

Looking around you could see all of the team in the room, Optimus was talking to Agent Fowler, Ratchet was at the computer, Arcee and cliffjumper were talking to each other, and Bulkhead was staring at the Armored vehicle Dr. Sowa was standing beside.

“Miss (Y/N), a pleasure to see you again.” Fowler says cheerfully when he spots you, quickly walking over to you and shaking your hand firmly.

“Oh, Mr Fowler, right?” You ask, awkwardly shaking his hand back.

“Agent.” He corrects with a strained smile, pulling his hand away and clasping them together, “Let's get going.”

“Going where?” you ask, raising an eyebrow as you look around the room, looking for any signs from the rest of them.

“Dr. Sowa thinks that some of the human-technology at one of their bases can aid in their research.” Ratchet huffed, not looking away from the monitor screen. He was a little pissed, that much was obvious.

“Is that safe? I mean, shouldn’t I be staying with one of you guys at all times?” You ask nervously, looking up at Optimus and Ratchet for an answer.

“Of course, I and Bulkhead will both be escorting you.” Optimus answers, kneeling and looking you straight in your eyes. “You have my word, I will not let any harm come to you under my watch.”

“Okay, I trust you, Optimus.” You smile, albeit weakly.

Dr. Sowa taps your shoulder and opens the back door for you, waiting patiently for you to get inside. After a moment of staring up at Optimus, you turn around and climb into the back seat. Sowa gets into the passenger's seat and gestures to the driver to start moving.

The car starts to move and you see Optimus and Bulkhead transformed, Optimus was a big ass semi-truck, huh, what a way to dig up the past, and Bulkhead transformed into a green SUV. It was almost ironic, the person who just swore to protect you coincidentally was the very thing that turned you into roadkill.

Unlike you, Sowa doesn’t put on his seatbelt, too busy looking at you in the rearview mirror. You were too preoccupied with putting on your seatbelt to notice the dear doctor's stare before he reached behind and set something down on the seat beside you.

It was a pair of slippers, one of the pink bunny ones everyone had as kids.

“Oh… thank you, Doctor.” You say with a smile, even if it was weird to be wearing these in public your feet were too cold for you to care.

They were surprisingly comfortable. There were no seams that dug into your toes and no tag to bother your heel. you wondered how he knew your size, maybe it was a doctor thing? Who knew? you weren’t a doctor, not even an official science doctor yet. Which may, unfortunately, stay that way until you die or a million-long war ends, oh well.

Sowa didn’t acknowledge your thanks, or even your presence anymore, looking out the window with a blank expression. The man in the driver’s seat was wearing a full military get-up, helmet included. You would be lying to yourself if you even thought you weren’t nervous, an armored convoy and men with giant guns didn’t exactly calm you down.

“Don’t worry, nothin’s gonna happen to you with the convoy.” The military man chuckled, his deep voice rumbling throughout the cab. You thought you were doing a pretty good job of keeping your emotions all balled up but apparently it was obvious to even non-robo people.

“Yeah well, I don't think anything is certain with a world full of giant shape-shifting robots from space.” You laugh nervously, looking out the window.

It was snowing, you were far up north from what you could tell. Evergreen trees line the road as the lead in the convoy plows away through the snowy road. You couldn’t help but feel chilly, even if the two upfront didn’t seem affected.

“Damn snow, always getting into my wheels and jammin’ everything up.” The military man mumbles, trying his best to follow the road and not slip off.

You hear a thunk and the car jolts a bit, luckily you were wearing your seatbelt and it kept you from slamming into Sowa’s seat. The radio attached to the man’s belt quickly turns on and Optimus’ voice comes over.

“Are you okay? What has happened?” He asks urgently, suddenly Optimus was beside you, the red and blue truck blocking your view of the trees beside.

“All good, just hit a pothole.” the man replies in a flustered tone after fumbling for the radio for a moment, Sowa didn’t even flinch at the sudden movement, still staring out the window, now at Optimus.

“We’ll be going over a dangerous stretch of road, try to stay as close to the wall.” Optimus commands, slowing down and getting behind your vehicle.

How far away was this military base anyway? Why couldn’t you just teleport there using the groundbridge? And what did Optimus mean by a cliff?

Oh.

Cliff.

You look to your right and there's a steep drop off, at least a hundred feet of solid fear before going splat.

Luckily the driver seems to understand your plight and gets closer to the rockwall, effectively taking you a foot or two away from the cliff, not even enough to block your view of the steep mountain we were on.

“There’s nothing to worry about, little miss, I’m not gonna let you go tumbling off the cliff.” The soldier says, chuckling.

Again, your worries had not gone unnoticed by the very perceptive driver. It was eerie that you were so easy to read, it felt like he was reading your mind.

Well, it could be possible, you’re a reality traveling college student, so how far off can mind reading be?

“You might but the car might not be so appreciative of slick roads.” you mumble, anxiously tugging on the seatbelt.

Without warning the car suddenly swears a bit and you scream a bit, it might have been a bit undignified but hey, you almost swerved off the road.

“What the fuck was that about?!” You hiss, gripping the seat belt tighter.

“Almost hit something.” He replies, a chuckle leaving his mouth.

“What's going on up there?” Bulkhead’s voice comes in through the radio panickedly.

He didn’t respond, instead rolling down the window and throwing the radio out of it. The radio immediately shatters against the rock wall and he suddenly speeds up.

“H-hey!” You speak up, reaching forward to grab the man, Your hand passes through his shoulder and suddenly he disappears.

Huh.

It was the same way Cliffjumper’s holographic money came into your lap.

You're so fucked.

The seatbelt suddenly tightens around your body and forces you to the back of the seat, restraining your arms to your body. Sowa seemed to be in the same predicament, his body tightly restrained against the seat in front of him.

Being trapped in a giant man-car wasn’t great especially when you could see a literal fighter jet firing above you at the mountain range out of the corner of your eyes.

The interior of the car- Cybertronian, was silent. It must have been soundproofed because you could see the hail of bullets from the human soldiers and the bright blue fireballs from the two Autobots.

You could just barely crane your head back to see Optimus firing at the silver jet that was dancing around the gunfire like it was nothing before heading towards your direction.

“Scrap.” The fake soldier's voice rumbles from the cab again, he speeds up, and as you look behind you again you can see Bulkhead giving chase, quickly speeding to catch up to you and your kidnapper.

“Let us go!” You finally get your voice back, shifting in your seat and biting onto the seat belt, “Or else I'll bite off your stupid seat belt!”

“Ow! Wha- stop that!” he says firmly, the holographic soldier appearing again to reach back and grab at you.

To your surprise he could touch you, grabbing a fistful of your hair and trying to yank you away from the seatbelt.

“Not until you let us go!” You shout, muffled by the seat. If this douchebag kidnapper car-man wanted you kidnapped he was gonna have to work for it.

He let out a frustrated growl before he grabbed your hair a little hard and forced you to let go of the seat. Luckily you had good teeth so instead of tearing a tooth out, you took a good chunk of his seatbelt instead. His voice got a little garbled as the holographic man disappeared.

A smug expression was on your face as the thin strands holding the seat belt together snapped, releasing you from your confines. You crawl over the seats and into the driver’s seat, gripping the wheel tightly.

“Don’t you touch me, Fleshbag!” He growls, the other seatbelt coming up to restrain you.

“Hold on doctor!” you shout, glancing over at Sowa before quickly jerking the wheel, the man lets out a short scream as you swerve off the road.

Oh, the cliff.

You forgot about the cliff in your adrenaline-filled mind. Great. Now you were plummeting to your death in a Cybertronian that tried to kidnap you and the Doctor. You felt someone grab your hand tightly, their large hands overtaking yours as they pulled you closer to them.

“Stupid bug!” the Cybertronian growls as he transforms into his bipedal form, the wind whips around you as Sowa holds you against him tightly. The last thing you hear before you pass out is the sound of rocks falling around you and the feeling of a big hand wrapping around you.

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It was a steady thumping that woke you up, faster than a heartbeat but slower than a jackhammer, like someone punching a wall repeatedly, You could feel it in your very being, and it hurt.

“Wake. up.”

Your eyes shot open and you could faintly see the giant orange face hovering just a few feet in front of you. He was scowling down at you, his servos digging into the snow and frozen ground beside you as he held up what you could only assume to be the rocks that fell with you.

It hurt, you learned as soon as you tried to sit up, a cry of pain leaving your throat. Your right arm was broken, or at least fractured, with deep bruises blossoming over your skin on most of your body. Snow was seeping in through your sweater, slightly numbing and stinging your back.

“You’re lucky Lord Megatron wants you alive, bug, I could crush you.” He snarls, his servos clenching the ground and breaking it as you stare up at him in shock.

The tan paint of the armor military vehicle was peeling off of him, revealing the blue paint underneath. He was mad, as any reasonable person who just had a chunk of their body torn off would be.

“Are you just going to stare?” He snaps again, his bright gold eyes glowering down at you angrily, illuminating your pathetic and broken body. In your pain and adrenaline-addled state, you could only think about how pretty his eyes were.

You tried to. You really did, but even your throat hurt, a searing pain on the back of your neck, and the thumping getting louder and stronger wasn't helping.

“First you bite through my seatbelt, now you can even answer me.” He growls, shifting to put most of his weight on one hand, raising the other to crush you, “Megatron doesn’t need you that bad, Bug.”

“You have pretty eyes.” You managed to blurt out, you weren’t lying, The glowing gold surrounded by orange and the stone was very pretty, even more so to your brain-damaged mind.

His hand stops inches from your face, he growls again and sets it back into the dirt, his optics narrowing as he stares down at you.

“What did you just say?” He asked the thumping was calmer now, no longer loud or angry, just a steady, thump-thump-thump-thump-

“Your eyes,” You start, looking up at him with a weak smile, “or, its optics, right? They're pretty.”

You expected him to hit you, you expected the EMF thing to happen again and send you into a whirlwind of pain, you expected his face to turn into a gun and blast you back to whatever universe you came to, but you didn't expect me to laugh.

Deep belly laughs shook the rocks on top of him, some falling into the gaps between his arms.

“Pretty? Now that's a new one, especially from someone like you.” he chuckles.

The pain was beginning to go away now, the injuries were still there and you were still frozen to the bone but nothing hurt, not your arm, not your back, not even your head.

“I feel like that's supposed to be an insult.” you retort, slowly sitting up and shuddering, it was colder than you thought.

“It was.” He muses, shaking his head and staring down at you, “You’re a strange one.”

“How am I the strange one here?”

“Because you weren’t lying," he pauses, looking off to the side with an almost embarrassed look, “And I can feel you.”

Wow.

If you didn’t know what he was talking about you probably would have punched him and called him a creep. And if he wasn’t a giant 26-foot robot you still would have probably punched him.

“Dr. Sowa?” you jump up, looking around for the doctor, Your dear silent friend is nowhere to be found, you can feel your throat tighten.

It was happening again, you just lost another friend because of your carelessness. Going out at night by yourself? Stupid. Driving a car off the cliff? Even stupider. He was probably buried under the rubble and squished like a bug.

“Your friend’s gone.” He says after a moment of your desperate searching. You ignore him and continue to look around, he couldn’t be dead.

“Kid, he's dead.” he says again, in a more firm voice that makes you stop.

“No, he’s not.” you whisper through gritted teeth, your fists clenching at your side.

“Yes he is-”

“No, he’s fucking not!” you shout, whipping around to look at the hulking man.

He stares down at you, a look of pity and sadness on his face, he sighs (if that is even possible) and his optics dim a bit.

“Frag.” he growls, his frame shaking with effort as he scoops you up with one servo and shoves you through an open window on his chest. You open your mouth to scream again but he rolls up the window, leaving you in the cramped space in his chest.

“What the hell are you doing?!” you hiss, smacking your foot on the glass to try and get out.

“Calm down.” he says as he slowly lowers himself to the ground, now laying instead of holding up all the rubble with his back, “I didn’t want to crush you.”

“Why?” You ask in a confused manner, the interior of the crumpled space illuminated only by a faint blue glow coming from behind a loose panel.

“Lord Megatron wants you alive.” he says simply, his voice coming from inside the space now.

“Why?”

“Dunno, just said you were important or something,” he huffs, an unmistakable tone of annoyance in his voice, “didn’t know getting a bug would be so much trouble.”

“I’m not a bug.” You grumbled crossing your arms as you leaned against the back of the space.

“You look like a bug.”

“You look like an orange.”

He chuckled, the rough voice rumbling through the space. “Yeah, yeah, fair enough.”

You shuffle around in the space, trying to get a better view of whatever is illuminating the small space. As you turn around, you pop open the dented panel, revealing a mess of wires and a big cable that was leaking blue blood, or energon.

“You’re hurt.” you state, looking at the cut-up cable, It looked like it had been crushed by the panel when it got hit by the falling rocks, it must have broken when he was straining himself.

“Scrap, that's not good.” he grumbles, “Hey, you got little digits, bug, think you can reach in there and patch me up?”

“You want me to reach inside you and mess with your guts.” You state, staring at the cables blankly.

“We both don't have a choice, You want to get out of my subspace alive, you’re gonna patch me up,” he grunts, trying to push himself up as a demonstration. Without warning the energon squirts out of the cable and onto your lap, spraying your already wet clothes and staining them.

“Fucking hell, man.” you whisper, gently wrapping your hands around the opening, squeezing it so it stops bleeding, “Now what?”

“Need to cut off the flow.” he grunts, groaning slightly when he feels your hands squeezing his fuel cable.

You pull your hands away, ripping a strip off your sweater and tying it tightly around the cable, the energon stops flowing and you can see the stained, but clear, cable that’s more like a tube.

“What’s your name?” you ask, grabbing the panel and trying to get the dent out by pushing it against the other panels.

“Not important.” he says, a tone of relief in his voice, “You don’t have to fix that, I'll get Knockout to fix it.”

“Okay then, not important, I’m (Y/N).” you say, proud of your comeback as you have a little smirk on your face.

“Mmm… I prefer Bug.” he says, a chuckle coming from his throat again, “You are small, weak, and totally unable to stop me from crushing you. Bug.”

“I am so terrified of a man who shoved me into his boob space.” you say with a laugh, leaning against the back of the space.

“I… what the frag is a boob?” He asks, sounding genuinely confused. “You know what, it's not important-”

He’s cut off as the rocks around him start to shift again, suddenly your new companion is yanked up from the ground and held up a gun pointed in his face by none other than Bulkhead. You, of course, are tossed around like a rag doll inside his subspace, slamming up against the walls and wheezing.

“Breakdown.” Bulkhead growled before Optimus pulled Bulkhead away letting Breakdown, as you now know him, fall to the ground.

“Breakdown, tell us where she is.” He commanded, looking down at him with an intense stare.

“You’re gonna have to be a lot more specific, I’ve killed a lot of shes.” He smirks, looking up at the two other bots.

“You piece of scrap!” Bulkhead shouts, before you could even shout that you were still alive he was swinging his wrecking ball hand right at his chassis, right where you were situated.

Fuck.

That was what you would have said if you weren’t almost crushed by a giant robot that was supposed to be friendly.

It didn’t hurt, surprisingly, even when you were laying and looking up through the windows at a very pissed-off Bulkhead about to crush Breakdown and inadvertently you. Breakdown’s window was crushed, you could break through easily even in your broken state.

“Stop!” you cry out weakly, breaking the glass with your legs, your foot popping out of the tinted windows. Breakdown instantly stops inches from crushing you, a horrified look on his face.

“Oh, that she.” Breakdown chuckles, his voice garbled and glitching out before his head falls back against the snow, his optics offlining as he falls into unconsciousness, or… unrechargeness.

“Oh scrap, I-I didn’t know.” Bulkhead mumbled weakly, his Servo changing back into a servo as he backed up. Optimus, ever calm and rational, quickly reached down and pulled you out of Breakdown’s chassis by your waist.

All your feeling was back and your body hurt, You could almost feel your bones moving and shifting inside your arm, it made you feel nauseous. You were sure this was only a fraction of the pain you would have felt if you didn’t die when you got hit by the car.

“Ratchet, we need a groundbridge to the nearest medical facility.” Optimus speaks into his arm, looking down at you with a worried expression. He maneuvers you to lay on your back instead of bent over his hand staring at the drop.

Unfortunately for you, it sent a world of hurt through your body.

You close your eyes, trying to hold back sobs as you feel Optimus transform around you, his humming surrounding your body again and slowly lulling you into a deep sleep.

#tfp #transformers x reader #arcee x reader #optimus prime x reader #bulkhead #bumblebee x reader #cliffjumper #breakdown

[japhan2024]

"Wha- what's happening?"

Cold sweat trickled down Ian's temples. He stood in the Smosh office but the lights were somehow off.

"I'm sorry, Ian," Courtney said with an apologetic half-smile. "But we had to do it to ya."

"You're not..." Shayne began, "welcome, anymore."

Jacky waived at Ian silently, but her smile was spiteful.

"You're fired from Smosh!" Damian spat.

They all stood there in the dark.

"Where's Anthony?" Ian cried out, desperate for an answer to this madness.

A terrible laughter filled the room. Starting softly but cackling, thundering louder and louder.

All Smosh cast and crew stepped aside to reveal him, standing there, dressed in all black. Anthony. His slender yet strong figure, his jewelry shimmering in the little light there was, and his eyes too.. Anthony looked maniacly at Ian, as he laughed. His perfect curls shaking from the laughter and falling over his face.

Anthony slowly walked up to Ian. Closer and closer. He'd stopped laughing now. Noses almost touching, Anthony said with an evil grin: "the old SWITCHEROO!" And he pushed Ian really hard. Ian felt himself falling, falling, falling...

He woke up.

"Wow, that sure was something," he chuckled to himself. Sure, Ian still had some issues to talk about in therapy. But he'd rather this nightmare scenario played out than talk to a therapist who was a Disney adult, ugh! Luckily, he had a normal one now.

He took a short shower and put on a black sweater and blue jeans. He felt fly as fuck; watching two and a half youtube tutorials on dressing fashionably had really propelled his style to the next level. And with his golden glasses, he saw every minute detail of himself in the mirror. He was really feeling himself today.

He went to the garage and got into his classic Corvette C4 and drove up to Anthony's house. Anthony greeted him at the gate, and as soon as Ian got out of the car, Anthony gave him a hug.

"Thank you for coming, wow you look really good!"

"Thanks, I have got my mojo back, baby," Ian joked.

"Oh, behave!" Anthony joked back and laughed. It was a sunny Californian morning but Anthony's laughter made it that much brighter.

Ian had come to Anthony's today to hang out.

"By the way, it's absolutely okay that you won't come to the office to film tomorrow," Ian said. They had decided at the beginning of their renewed business relationship that Anthony participating in the side channels would be completely optional, but Ian wanted him to feel zero pressure to show up anyway.

"Thank you," Anthony smiled, "I just really want to hang out with you as much as possible this week, but not necessarily with other people present as well."

Ian understood that. They had been reveling so much in the humor they shared, but it was like a language of their own and didn't always translate well to the other people at Smosh. But they were perfectly happy in their own little world.

They got into Anthony's house, which was very clean and clear. Only a few pieces of dark wood furniture, a couch, and some art pieces decorated the living room. The rest was all white. They sat down on the couch and talked.

"You know I had a weird ass dream tonight," Ian said.

Anthony loved when Ian told him personal stuff that he didn't know yet . He sat up, turned to Ian and looked at him with those mischievous eyes Ian had known and loved since sixth grade. "Tell me dude! What was it about?

"Well," Ian began but he had to laugh. Anthony laughed with him.

"What?"

"I dreamed that you fired me from Smosh, and everyone just stood there dissing me, it was dark and then you appeared, and you screamed "the old SWITCHEROO." Ian laughed, and Anthony lay in absolute stitches.

When he'd recovered from laughing so much, he said "you know you can't get fired from Smosh, right. You're the co-owner dude."

"I know," Ian said, smiling. "Apparently I still have some things to work through in my mind.

"Yeah, me too. But that's okay. I'm glad we can talk about it with each other."

"I am, too."

#ianthony #this idea was so funny to me i had to write it #smosh #fanfiction #would they have smoked weed after this idk probably tho

[honeybear-yammy]

Brat | Rudy Pankow

➛ Warnings: cursing, smut, punishment?, p in v, rough sex, unprotected sex

➛ Pairings: Rudy Pankow x Female Reader

➛ Summary: In which, Y/N decides to be a brat and ends up getting in trouble with her boyfriend, Rudy.

➛ Prompts: "What the hell did you just say to me?" and ""I'd hold onto something if I were you." and "You're gonna regret that, sweetheart."

➛ Requested: yes, this was a request for my... 1k celebration on my old blog I believe. I remember who requested it I just can't quite remember what event it was for.

© Honeybear-Yammy, please do not steal, translate, copy, or transfer my work.

When you had woke up this morning, you had decided to be a brat and mess with Rudy. And did that end well for you? Nope, not at all. You knew that you would get a punishment out of it but, you honestly were just trying to get rough sex when you did it.

And now here you were. In the mess you made with Rudy. You were standing there in front of him, backed up against the wall. You had just told him that maybe you should go ask Drew for a good fuck and, that didn't end well.

"What the hell did you just say to me?"He asked with a growl.

"I said maybe I should go ask Drew for a good fuck instead." You said with a smirk. He was so fucking hot when he was mad. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you off, heading to the bedroom. On the inside you were lowkey excited for what would happen but at the same time nervous. 

He pulled you into your shared bedroom before shutting and locking the door. You stood there and watched him. He turned back around to face you.

"Get undressed and get on the bed on all fours now." He said. You smirked and got an idea since you had decided you're not done being a brat yet.

"No." You said with a smirk.

"Excuse me?" He asked and corked a brow.

"I said no." You said smirking. 

He growled under his breath and walked over to him before ripping your dress in half. You gasped when he did so. He then pulled the tore fabric off of you body then took your bra and panties off so you were now naked.

He then pushed you onto the bed. You laid there and decided to just stay there this time. He then began to get undressed until he was also fully naked. He tossed his clothes aside and then walked over to the bed before getting onto the bed and hovered over you.

"I will give you one last chance to apologize." Rudy said. 

"Bite me." You said with a smirk. 

"You're gonna regret that, sweetheart."He said. He threw your legs over his shoulders and then aligned his cock with your entrance before looking up at you.

"I'd hold onto something if I were you."He said. You knew that meant that he was about to be rough with you so you decided to hold onto the bars of the headboard. He then, with zero warning, thrusted into you roughly.

You gasped and you both moaned out when he did so. He began to thrust into you, slowly picking up the pace with each thrust. You moaned out and threw you head back, holding into the headboard tightly.

He kept picking up the pace, going faster and faster until he was now fucking you at an ungodly pace. Your whole body moved every time he thrusted into you and your grip on the headboard began to loosen.

Since your grip on the headboard was loosening and you didn't know what the hell would happen if you decided to let go, you quickly wrapped your arms around Rudy's neck instead. 

"Fuck! God Y/N, you feel so good." He said as he groaned out. He somehow thrusted into you even faster and harder. As he kept going faster, you dug your nails into his back. He groaned out when you did so, the pain adding onto his pleasure.

"Fuck Rudy!" You screamed out. 

"Fuck, I'm close baby girl." He groaned out.

"I'm close too Ru!" You moaned out. You felt that familiar knot already brewing in your stomach and you clenched around his hard cock. You could tell that Rudy was also ready to cum now too, since his thrusts were getting sloppy.

"Come on, cum for me baby." He said. With that your eyes rolled back and your whole body began to tremble. Your back arched off the bed as you squirted on his cock. He thrusted into you a few more times before coming himself, shooting his load deep inside of you, painting your walls white. 

He then lowered your legs off of his shoulders before collapsing onto you gently. You put your hands through his hair and giggled softly. 

"Fuck baby, I love that sweet pussy so much." He said catching his breath. 

"Oh yeah?" You asked with a giggle. Rudy just nodded. "Well, are you down for a round 2?" You asked with a smirk.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

#outer banks #obx #outerbanks #outer banks cast #obx cast #rudy pankow #r. pankow #rudypankow #rudy #pankow #rudy pankow x reader #rudy pankow x female reader #rudy pankow x fem!reader #rudy pankow x f!reader #rudy pankow x oc #rudy pankow x you #rudy pankow x y/n #rudy pankow x plus size reader #smut #obx smut #outer banks smut #obx cast smut #outer banks cast smut #rudy smut #rudy pankow smut #smut warning #smutwarning #smut warnings #smutwarnings #tw

[yasukematsudadefender]

I literally pasted it in to a google translator, I'm sorry if it's bad or not good enough because of it. Know that I tried.

This is a short one shot from my AU where Junko and Matsuda go to therapy, killing game didn't happen and they all finally happy because they deserve it.

(If yall can even know how much happy writing this gave me)

Junko calmly stared at the surroundings in front of her, slowly stroking the ginger cat sleeping on her lap. She swayed lightly on the wooden swing as the morning sun warmed her.

She turned her head to the left to locate the source of the sound her phone was making. The phone screen showed a lot of messages and missed calls from Matsuda, who was frantically trying to call her. Junko grabbed her cell phone and texted the man.

"Can't you just come here?" She received a reply message almost immediately.

"I made breakfast"

"The cat is lying on my lap. Bring it here. Please"

Junko could imagine and hear her partner sighing to the phone. She then saw him carrying two plates. She immediately smiled when she saw him and stretched out her arms to reach the plates of food.

-Thank you - she observed his face, tired after the night shift at the hospital.

Yasuke slowly ate the meal he had prepared.

-I'll make you food tomorrow - she said decidedly.

-You need to take a rest.

-Don't be such a Samaritan - he looked at her with a look that could be deciphered as ironic and joking. Junko looked at him questioningly.

The corners of Matsuda's mouth twisted into a bitter smile. He wrapped his arms around his wife, sighing deeply. Junko buried her face in his neck, breathing in his scent and enjoying the moment. Neither of them thought they could ever be happy again. Matsuda never thought he would have a peaceful, happy life again. That he will have a family. They didn't have much, but they had each other. They had a person they saw every time they woke up, a person they could always lean on, a person whose warmth they could bask in as they fell asleep, a person for whom they continued to fight in Miaya's sessions, and a person with whom they could now sit on that swing, sharing a name.

Headcanon for the end: The cat Junko was holiding on her lap is the ginger cat from the beggining of danganronpa zero. It was the homless cat that came to the Hope's Peak premises because students give him a food. One day when Junko and Matsuda ended the school, Junko adopted him because she was "closest" to him.

#danganronpa #danganronpa zero #danganronpa 0 #junko enoshima #dr0 #matsushima #yasuke matsuda #happy junko AU #therapy #a lot of therapy

[maaarijaaa]

Mine❦Sherlock Holmes Part Three

Sherlock Holmes x Reader 

Summary: Sherlock Holmes, the most famous detective in the world. After finishing a case, he decided to visit Enola and his mother. On the first day of the visit he laid his eyes on a beauty, you

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Words count: 1.2k

A/N: I have gotten so much so support for this series that some of you even made me cry. Thank you for the amount of the support and love you have shown me and thank you for 183 followers!! 

You were woken up from your sleep by birds singing outside your window. 

You were trying to forget the events from last night, so you started your day with getting ready before heading downstairs for breakfast. 

You woke up pretty happy and was looking forward to your meeting with Sherlock, until you went down stairs.  

“Good morning, princess!” 

“Good morning father.” 

“Woke up in a bad mood? Chef made your favorites for breakfast!” 

“Well there are a few things that I would like to talk to you about.” 

“Okay, what is it?” 

“Why does Mycroft have to be my plus one?” 

“Y/N, he is a really nice and polite guy. You should definitely go with him. It would be a great picture for the business.” 

“Don't be ridiculous, father! Both me and you know that he has zero knowledge about women’s rights and the last thing he would ever do for one is to show some respect!” 

“But he showed you respect last night. That’s a good thing-” 

You cut him off. Of course, he cares more about business than his own daughter. 

“Oh please father, he showed respect for your money, not me.” 

“How dare you talk about him like that?!” “And how dare you say that it would be a great picture for the business if I go to the event with him?! That your business is a bigger priority than your own daughter's happiness!” 

“That is not true, I do care about your happiness! That's why I think going to the event as Mycroft's plus one would be a great idea!”  

You wanted to continue but your dad cut you off. 

“I know how you feel about your past relationships and I just really think that this would be a good idea!” 

“Well if you really care about my happiness, you should let me choose my own plus one!” 

“Alright, you have two days to find a plus one or else you are attending the event with Mycroft!” 

“Thank you, father!” 

After your little conversation with your father, you heard someone knocking on the dining room door. 

“Good Morning Mr Taylor!” 

Of course, it was Mycroft. 

“Mycroft! Come and sit here with us!” 

“Having an interesting conversation?” 

“Well Mycroft, there is something we have to discuss upon my daughter's request.”  

Your eyes moved to Mycroft when your father said his name. 

“The thing is, my daughter is very unsure about being your plus one at the event I will be hosting next week, so I gave her two days to find a plus one. If she succeeds , then she will be attending the event with someone else. If not, she will be attending with you.” 

At that very moment, you could see anger running through Mycroft's face. 

“You really think that's going to stop me?” He thought to himself. 

Sherlock’s POV 

Sherlock could not wait to meet up with you. 

He bought you flowers and was standing in front of a mirror, making sure that he looks great. 

“Someone is in a good mood today!” 

Of course, it was Enola. 

“I am meeting up with Ms Tay- I mean Y/N in an hour or so. Do you think she would like these flowers?” 

“I think she would love them Sherlock, but hurry up and get ready. You wanna look good for her and remember be nice and polite-” 

“Okay Enola, I get it.” 

And after that they smiled at each other and Enola left the room. 

Sherlock left his room and was met by his brother at the doorstep of their mothers house. 

“Were you not supposed to be at Mr Taylor’s house?”  

“I was until his daughter decided to ruin it all!”     

Ohh, this was interesting. 

“What do you mean by that? 

“Well Mr Taylor is hosting an event for his business and everybody that is invited, should bring a plus one! I requested Y/N to be my plus one but she had other plans. Mr Taylor gave her two days to find a new plus one or else, she would be attending the event with me.”  

Sherlock felt like he was punched in the heart at that very moment. Why would his brother do that? Well, business for sure. Mycroft did not give a single damn about your feelings. 

“Sorry to hear that” 

Sherlock acted cool. He did not want his brother to know that he was meeting up with you. 

After that, Mycroft walked inside the house and Sherlock went to your meetup spot.

What Sherlock did not know is that Mycroft was going to spy on you and destroy  your chance of finding someone. 

At The Flower Field 

“Sherlock! Up here!” 

He instantly smiled seeing you sitting in a tree. He did not forget the promise he made. He hoped you felt the same way, or else he would look very dumb.

“What are you doing up here?” Sherlock sat next to you on the tree. 

“I wanted to ask you something-” 

“To be your plus one at your fathers event.” 

“How did you know?” 

“Mycroft told me.” 

“Come on Sherlock, say it already!” he thought to himself.  

“I would gladly be your plus one!” 

“Really!?” 

Before Sherlock could respond, you jumped and hugged him tightly. You had to be careful since you were sitting on a tree. 

“There is something else that I wanted to talk to you about.” 

Great job Sherlock, now say it

“Do you remember the first day we met at my mothers house for dinner?”  

“Of course I do!” 

Say it Sherlock! 

“Well that day when I saw your beautiful face, I felt something that I have not felt for a long time. It was love. I have realized that I am in love with you since you walked into my life. I could not get you out of my head ever since and I promised myself that I would tell you that the next time we met and-” 

Sherlock's sentence was cut by your lips on his. 

“I feel the same way” 

At that exact moment, Sherlock wanted to faint. You were in love with him too. 

You continued on with your kiss but stopped before it got heated. After you stopped, you pushed your foreheads together. 

“What are you going to tell Mycroft?”   

“Don't worry about him Sherlock, he lost.” 

After that you both get down from the tree and walk down the flower field, hand in hand.  

What you did not know was that Mycroft was watching all of it. He has been hiding this whole time. He found a hiding spot near the tree you sat on so he could hear yours and Sherlock’s communication. He was honestly shocked that you would rather go with Sherlock instead of him but the problem was that you and Sherlock were in love with each other. He did not want that.

Mycroft was not in love with you, but your fathers money was the loves of his life. He saw your love for Sherlock as a threat to ever become business partners with your dad. So he will let you go on that event with Sherlock, but after that, he would do anything to split you from each other.

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#henry cavill #henry cavill superman #henry cavill smut #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill one #sherlock x y/n #sherlock imagine #sherlock x reader #sherlock holmes #sherlock holmes serie #mycroft holmes #enola holmes #witcher geralt #the witcher

[deepspacedukat]

From Silence - Part 4

Based on this post with 100000% credit to @toebeans-mcgee for the premise, and written with her permission. Here we go! Part 4! We’re over halfway now! 👀

Part 1 here. Part 2 here. Part 3 here. Part 5 here. Epilogue here.

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Senator Letant (ST:DS9) x Reader

[A/N: No thoughts. Only pretty Senator mans.]

Warnings: Mentions of nightmares, soft!Letant, outwardly-suave-but-actually-a-mess!Letant, realization of feelings, adapting to a severe injury, hurt/comfort, injury/recovery process, imprisonment, telepathy, touch telepathy, telepathic sass, mutual pining, both think their feelings are unrequited, both are idiots.

~*~

In the weeks following Letant’s offer to translate for me, I’d gotten to know the man rather more deeply than I’d intended or ever thought that I would. That grumpy, superior, swaggering air surrounding him was just a facade. The Senator was really just a softy once I delved beneath his prickly surface. Little by little, he lowered his guard, allowing me to see more of his thoughts than he may have intended. Hell, we even developed a rapport as time ticked on.

Whenever one of our fellow prisoners got a little too bold with their claims of combat prowess or became too conspicuous with their attempts to puff themselves up, we’d both raise an eyebrow and trade snide remarks via telepathy.

“I’ve seen Andorians posturing in a less obvious manner and their antennas always end up fixed in the direction of the person they’re trying to impress or intimidate,” I’d think in his direction, and he’d let out a huff of laughter as a smirk spread his lips.

“Even a Klingon targ would appear subtle compared to that display.” Letant would almost always respond with more amusement than derision, glancing over at me as we observed the scene unfolding before us.

We also made bets on how long it would take for the Jem’Hadar to catch on and implement their own special form of discipline. More often than not, he won those bets. Letant’s wit was as sharp and deadly as the most fastidiously-maintained weapon, and it was a pleasure to watch him wield it. Boredom seemed an impossibility with him by my side and in my mind.

I hoped he couldn’t read my thoughts too deeply, because, despite my best efforts, I had grown to admire him over the course of our acquaintance. And not in a professional manner. With almost zero knowledge about how far his touch telepathy would allow him to probe my thoughts, I tried to steer clear of some specific topics while we were in contact. Like how handsome he was...how certain looks from him made my knees go weak...and especially how I loved waking up in his arms each morning.

Thank the stars for that Breen. I doubted I would’ve gotten the opportunity to become this close with a Romulan Senator otherwise. As it was, we fell asleep talking nearly every night and woke up tangled in each other with our hands still clasped.

During the daytime, we were equally inseparable. We’d eventually managed to combine our respective groups of found friends. Together, all of us had come up with an escape plan. It had taken a bit of time to get the Federation officer and Klingon soldier in our group to trust the Senator, but they’d eventually believed me when I vouched for him. Unless I was mistaken, Letant was moved when I ended up swearing a blood oath with the Klingon about his trustworthiness. The dermal regenerator that the prisoners kept hidden from the guards had only worked for a few seconds on each of us, leaving us with scars on our left hands, but it was worth it. A Klingon’s ferocity and combat skills would be necessary if this escape was going to work.

And it would work. We’d kept our interactions brief and discreet, and every single one of us had come up with backups and fail-safes. Assuming we timed it right, we’d be able to take one of the transports that dropped supplies for the prison without anyone being the wiser. Based on our estimates, the next delivery would be in about a week.

As Letant and I lay in bed, I tried not to think about how this would all change in a week. We would be out of this prison, I’d be back at my post...and he’d be headed back to Romulus. I’d be alone.

His palm skimmed over the back of my hand as his arm wrapped around me.

“You’ve been quiet tonight, e’lev. Are you alright?”

Turning my hand so that I could thread my fingers with his, I nodded my head and closed my eyes. Just before I dropped off to sleep, I could’ve sworn that he snuggled just a little closer to me, but that was probably just wishful thinking.

--

The first time he was aware of the Lieutenant being awakened by a nightmare was weeks ago, and her fingers had still been threaded with his. Letant had been dozing lightly just beneath the edge of consciousness when a choking sort of fear curled from her mind to his. Disturbing, disjointed images wafted over him accompanying the terror she was experiencing. His eyelids had snapped open as he processed what was happening. Her breathing was rapid and shallow, her eyes were wide and tear-filled, and the hand that wasn’t in his grasp was clutching at her now almost fully-healed throat. The Senator’s heart lurched in sympathy. Clearly these were memories of what the Jem’Hadar had done to her.

Seeing her in distress had tugged at some primal part of himself - the same part that made him want to wrap her in his arms and protect her when she found her voice gone. That time, though, he didn’t bother stifling that particular urge.

Nor did he do so now, several weeks later. Comforting her had become something of a guilty pleasure for the Senator. While he despised the nightmares that drew her from her slumber, he welcomed the excuse to hold her close and let his mind wrap around hers in a comforting tangle. The way her anxieties calmed almost instantly at the slightest touch of his consciousness made him mentally preen. He’d finally proved to her that he could protect her sufficiently.

“You’re alright. You’re safe,” he breathed as he pulled her gently against his chest. Coaxing her hand away from her throat as he’d become accustomed to doing, he brought it to the side of his face. Nuzzling into her palm softly, Letant closed his eyes and tried to send calming thoughts and emotions to her telepathically. “It was just a dream like all the others. They won’t hurt you anymore, e’lev. Nobody will ever hurt you again. I won’t allow it.”

After a momentary pause, he felt her grip on his hand tighten just a fraction and she nodded her head. It hit him then that she truly trusted him...and that he trusted her to an equal degree. The realization made him draw her just the slightest bit closer, but he didn’t contemplate the implications of such a thought until he was absolutely certain she’d fallen into a much deeper, more restful sleep.

A trust that was this implicit, that ran this deep was practically unheard of between Romulans and members of other species. But ‘trust’ didn’t seem like a full enough descriptor for what he felt for his Lieutenant.

‘His’? When did he start thinking that way about her? He’d been protective of her from the start, but...but thinking of her as his?

Sure, he’d gotten to know her through their weeks of conversing and touching each other’s thoughts, but...this was different from the closeness of a simple friendship. The only associations he’d heard of that came close to paralleling this level of intimacy were marriages, and–

Oh.

Oh no.

This was love, wasn’t it? Looking silently down at the woman sleeping in his embrace, the feeling resonated through him louder than before, rattling his very soul like a trapped animal in a cage. He loved her.

Letant couldn’t afford love, and yet...as he allowed himself the luxury of gazing at her features with unguarded longing, he knew he wouldn’t have it any other way. This pretty little Human could very well be the weakness that the Jem’Hadar had aimed to give him - she could be his undoing - but it occurred to him that so long as he had her, he didn’t care.

She stirred and nuzzled further into him, drawing a small smile to his lips. He really shouldn’t be surprised, should he? Pressing his lips against the top of her head, the Senator let out a resigned sigh. Very well, then. Since his foolish, traitorous heart had decided that she was the one, he would be the best potential mate that he could be, even if she never learned how he felt nor returned his affection. The Lieutenant may not know it, but he was hers.

#deepspacedukat fic #Senator Letant x Reader #letant x reader #Senator Letant #Letant #feelings realization #mutual pining

[savebatswingaus]

Just a simple little Mareep shepherd having a nice day - Pokespe Wing AU

Summary:

Wings + Yellow is a shepherd au. I dunno man. My sister really likes sheep, I made this for her.

Notes:

For FluffySheepWool.

Yeah this has absolutely zero plot. No flying scenes. She's just vibing. (My sister liked it though, and that's all that matters. XD) Words: 2,011

Btw this is not my normal Pokespe Wing AU, but I think it's so cute haha.

Fic under the cut or in the link in the title!

Yellow flicked her right wing and yawned. Her back hurt. 

She turned to Chuchu (who was curled up on the rock next to her, little downy wings shivering as she dreamed) and murmured, “Maybe I’ve been fishing for a bit too long.” She reached forward and lightly petted the little Pokemon’s head, feeling the weirdly prominent skull under her fur. “Time to wake up ChuChu,” she cooed, “We’re going home.”

 She inhaled once through her nose as she waited for a moment as the rodent stirred, first pushing her nose deeper under her wings, and then slowly opening her eyes.

As soon as she saw ChuChu’s little eyelids flicker, she crackled to her knees, whisking her bait can and fishing rod into her arms as she stood. She wasn’t worried about waiting for her friend to wake up fully. Even if ChuChu wanted to stay a bit longer she could always find her way home again (this spot in the stream was only a mile or so away from Yellow’s house.) -and she wasn’t even likely to want to stay, she wasn’t really all that big on napping. 

So of course she wasn’t surprised when she heard the flapping of easter cheese yellow wings as ChuChu scrambled up onto her shoulder. But since she had just got her flight feathers in and wasn’t really the best at balancing in the air yet, Yellow was sure to hold her wings out to catch her when she fell. 

As expected, the small animal slipped and fell heavily. Squeaking loudly as she just barely managed not to fall off Yellow’s wing like she had her shoulder. Moving her wings carefully, Yellow scooped ChuChu into her arms. She giggled as the Pikachu's face came into view. She was pouting playfully, and she still had the telltale scribble of tiredness in her eyes. “What did I tell you about being careful?” Yellow asked, beginning to walk again as she teased her small friend.

ChuChu squeaked indignantly, and Yellow was able to thoughtlessly translate what her little noises meant. (She was arguing that she had been careful, she hadn’t fall all the way to the ground had she?) Yellow laughed again. “But that’s because I caught you,” she pointed out, “You can’t say that me being observant is you being careful.”

ChuChu shook her head, lightly feathered ears flopping around as she made Yellow very aware that she believed that Yellow’s ‘observantness’ was actually being excessively worried. (Her sqweeks were so high pitched that Yellow almost believed she was being serious.)

Once Yellow heard this (admittedly, it wasn’t really hearing, more like reading), she rolled her eyes sarcastically. “You are just full of sass today ChuChu.” she observed, smiling when ChuChu nodded in agreement, “Is it because I woke you up?”

The Pikachu shook her head again, but Yellow didn’t have to translate to know that ChuChu was just joking with her. “I didn’t think so either,” 

As their conversation quieted, Yellow turned her head to the sky, and just barely avoided tripping over a stick as she stared at the clouds. She had to get home soon, she had noticed the path of the sun on the clouds, the Mareep back at home were going to need her attention soon. 

Being intelligent creatures, Pokemon like Mareep only needed attention for part of the day (though she had left Dody at home just in case), but it was getting to feeding time, so it was time for her rare appearance at the house. Of course, her freetime would look much different if she had chosen to herd real sheep (though shearing time would likely be much less of a hassle). In that world, she probably would have had to hire other shepherds to help her watch them!

She giggled to herself and plopped Chuchu back onto her shoulder. (She hoped the little rodent would stay there this time.) It wasn’t that she didn’t think hiring people would be a nice thing to do, but rather that she wasn’t sure if the change in faces would be very good for the Pokemon. (A fair few of them were rescues, after all.)

Picking up her pace, Yellow experimentally opened her wings. They were yellow and brown in the telltale patterns of a Pidgy. (Genes that must have come from her father’s side. Her uncle had always told tales of her mother’s beautiful Swanna wings.) Flying would be a lot faster than walking, but as she prepared for takeoff, she knew that her back was still aching slightly, and also that ChuChu was still scrabbling around like she was about to fall.

Yellow sighed and closed her wings again. She would save her flying for when the sheep were being rowdy. 

. . . 

By the time Yellow got back to her cabin (it was in a clearing where her small herd of Mareep had plenty of space to move around and munch on leaves), the sky was turning pretty shades of light pink. That was alright, feeding time could really be any time as long as she had enough food, but she made a mental note that she should not stay out so long fishing any time soon. 

She made her way to the gate, and was suddenly struck with a wave of worry. She didn’t see the sheep anywhere! “ChuChu?” she whispered, worry shaking her as she struggled to undo the lock, “Can you fly over to their shelter and check that they’re there?” Her rodent gave her a chirp in response, jumping into the air and gliding a few feet before breaking into a run on the ground.

Yellow turned her attention back to the lock, hands stumbling with the key as she worried. But once she had actually gotten through the gate (rushing a bit because she didn’t see her sheep walking towards her even then), she realized what had happened. With her new view of the yard, she could clearly see the sheep crowding around Dody. 

‘He must have fed them without me,’ she realized, breaking into a run so as to catch up with ChuChu, ‘I guess I might be able to stay out late fishing after all!’  

“Dody!” She called, waving her arms in the air as the bird popped both of his heads above the sheep (he seemed to have been eating the Mareep feed with them) “Did you feed them?”

Dody called a croaking sound out to her, and when Yellow slowed near the edge of the sheep clump he began to make his way towards her. (And a tugging at her pantleg told her that ChuChu was climbing back up to her place on Yellow’s shoulder. It was fair to note that a quick check of the Pikachu’s emotions told her that she was at least a little bit annoyed at getting sent to check on the sheep when they were literally right there.)

“Great job,” Yellow cooed, ignoring ChuChu and burying her face in Dody’s side, “Look how well my big bird did taking care of the sheep,” Dody crowed proudly with strutted around her in a circle, sheep feed falling out of his feathers as he walked. “Dody,” Yellow laughed “Did you roll around in the food?” The bird crowded again, but their conversation was cut off as the sheep began to trail toward them.

“Hey guys,” Yellow smiled at them, folding her wings a bit tighter to her back as the sheep brushed up against her. (Little electrical shocks ran up her body when they did that, and keeping her wings tight shut was the best way to keep the feathers from getting all staticy.) “Sorry about not showing up on time.” Somewhere in the midst of the blue and yellow, a sheep baaaa-ed up at her. “Yeah yeah,” she murmured, reaching out carefully to pet one of their small wings.

Like much everything else, Mareep had wings, but unlike most other things, they were flightless. (Sort of like Dody, only Dody was actually a bird and didn’t have wings at all.) Even so, Yellow found beauty in their wings, yellow with black stripes, and always a bit frazzled from their strong static electricity. Uncharitaristly pretty for such an otherwise strange looking creature. (I mean, what else could you call a sheep with a lizard tail?) 

She smiled down at the sheep, feeling her hair stand up as she milled about around her legs. They were so cute. She was really very glad that they were in her care, but as Dody rested one of his heads on hers, she was reminded very suddenly that she had not eaten a single thing since breakfast. (She didn’t know why Dody’s presence always reminded her that she was hungry, but she suspected that it had something to do with the fact that he always smelled like chicken.)

“ChuChu,” she announced, standing up a bit taller to make her voice clear over the gentle baahing and sparkling of the Mareep that surrounded her, “Think you can grab me a sandwich or something from inside the house?”

ChuChu looked at the house for a moment and then back at Yellow, squeaking indignantly. Yellow rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I know you can’t open a door,” she poked a finger gently against ChuChu’s nose, “There’s a window open right over there, you little goof.”

ChuChu hopped off Yellow’s shoulder in the direction of the window, but she made a clear effort to whap her owner  in the face with her tail before she took her little glide over the herd of Mareep. Yellow just shook her head, making her way (slowly, she was still surrounded by sheep) towards a big rock where she knew she could sit down. She was fully aware that ChuChu would likely not be able to grab her anything big, but she took the time to fantasize anyway.

One thing she could really go for right now would be shepherd's pie. Of course, it would have to be either severely lacking protein or made with fish, but her love of sheep did not stop her from fantasizing about real lamb to eat. (Hey, having a sanctuary style farm didn’t stop someone from enjoying the taste of meat from time to time.)

She plopped down on the rock, and her sheep baahed up at her. Maybe ChuChu would bring her a head of lettuce. It didn’t exactly sound like a good meal, but it did sound like her. She laughed at the thought, crossing her legs and watching as Dody wandered about among the Mareep. (It was like he was one of them.)

Yellow, seeing that the sheep were returning to whatever sheep do, relaxed slightly. Now that her little puffs of static electricity were leaving her alone, she felt safe to loosen her wings slightly. Her feathers and hair stood up slightly, but at least her wings could be back to a comfortable folded position. 

She waited for a couple more minutes, and was just about to be getting worried when the familiar yellow glow of her Pikachu emerged from the window. In her jaws was a single piece of salami, and Yellow couldn’t help but laugh as the little creature glided (and then ran) towards her. 

“ChuChu!” She laughed, reaching out to catch the rodent as she scrambled up the rock, her easter cheese yellow wings spread open. “Thanks for the salami! I,uh, appreciate it.”

ChuChu squealed loudly, puffing out her little chest proudly as she stood in Yellow’s hands. (The salami landed with a wet slap on the space next to her.) Yellow carefully set the little lady down and began to nibble on the salami. She was happy here. Even if there was no point to sitting her, wings folded against her back and friend by her side, she doubted there was a happier space she could be in. She flicked a wing and watched as two of the Mareep butted heads. 

She was happy here, even though there was no ending or arch to the day’s story.

Notes:

I hope this was okay. XD

#pokespe #pokespe wing au #pokemon adventures #pokemon special #trainer yellow #chuchu pokespe #focused #fanfic

[that-one-sketch]

Monstrum Sans and how he works

Good god, this is going to be a long post. Thank you, and good luck to those who make it through all of this, brain fumble of LOOOOOORE. Also, feel free to ask me questions. I am willing answer anything y’all might be interested in.

    As this is the first post for this series. I also, don’t have a name for it quite yet. I have just been calling it ‘CAN’T BE SANS’ kinda taking in sans’ original meaning, without. So the name translating to ‘CAN’T BE WITHOUT’. aaaaaaaaand if I wasn’t calling it that it was just ‘MONSTRUM’. I would also like to throw out there.  I. AM. NOT. GOOD. AT. CONSTANT. POSTING. I AM REALLY SLOW.  That is just me. Wanted that clear, and out in the open.      Okay, so quick note, I am not the best with words writing words. My dyslexia does not help. So if you do look at the pictures, just know I may have forgotten a few words here and there. Just a heads up! 

Who or what is Monstrum?     Let's get this out of the way. He is a God in terms of the Underground. He has a, really, u n f a t h o m a b l e number of SOULS in his person. He also lives as an outsider of Frisk and Chara’s AU. As Monstrum has explained one time to Frisk and Alphys, he was formed from a collapse of a megavurse. A megavurse being the whole cannon of a singular ‘PLAYER’. How that happened, Monstrum himself is unsure. All he ever stated it on it was, “0n3 94y. 1 ju5t 507tt’4, w0k3 up.” [Translation brought to you by Frisk: One day. I just sortt’a, woke up.] He also says the numbers and letters as they are. Here is what he is saying in physically words, ‘Zero N three nine four Y. One J U five seven T T four, W zero K three U P’. So yeah no one can understand him unless you can see the text box. And in this AU, that is only the ‘PLAYER’ characters. Such as Frisk     Now, he can do just about anything he wants, but chooses to follow the rules of whatever the world he falls into. He does not wish to break anything or cause harm to any universe, no matter how destructive or horrible it maybe. He treads lightly If he follows the rule of a world, why does he do things he shouldn’t Frisk in a world that is not his?     Well, Monstrum’s original SOUL is unknown. Although, the ones around him do believe his original SOUL was a Bravery or Justice SOUL. Why they think that is, Monstrum is known to very expressive, but to be very blunt when asked things. So when Monstrum find Frisk alone, and very vulnerable. Looking for someone for comfort, and protection while trapped all alone in a geno run. He had a sort of sense of guilt if he did nothing to help, giving a form of protectiveness when he found how frail Frisk was.      Also, when Monstrum dose help and is willing to leave and watch from the shadows. Frisk keeps calling him ‘Sans’. As Monstrum may not have the overall appearance of ‘Sans’, and by no means does he count as a ‘Sans’, this sort of gives him a role to play in Frisk and Chara’s AU. Now connecting him, as Frisk wishes him to stay. So he is willing to fill a role of someone he may not like, or want to meet.  If Monstrum was ‘made outside’ of Frisk and Chara’s AU, why did he come to this abandoned AU?     When Monstrum just woke up that one day, he meet a ‘PLAYER AVATAR’/‘PLAYER INTERFACE’ named ██████. And was willing to guid the goliath monster. One of the questions being, where he was. The answer, the LOST LIMBO. As the ‘PLAYER INTERFACE’ explained, “[...] Some like to call this the VOID, but this is much more different. This is where abandoned AU’s and Megavurses go to stay in limbo.” Asking of his purpose was left with, ‘its up to you. Find your own role.’ ██████ sort of leaving him to find his own world to find. Or to remove.     He didn’t know where to go as the LOST LIMBO was absurdly large, and finding his way around or even a place took a long time. Or what felt like a time. His first world found, was the AU he ended up staying in. When he found Frisk and Chara’s world, he was asked to stay by Frisk and did. If Monstrum was to fall in love, who would he fall in love with?     Monstrum is Ace, also his attacments are that of a fatherly protection over Frisk. This also extends to Chara but, more like an uncle than a dad. Now to the other monsters, he is protective over them. But more in a friend or acquaintance thing. So, no love stories sorry. However, if you wish to ship him you are allowed. I can’t stop you. If I could ask but one thing, it would be that you make the person he is with an adult. Monstrum is protective over younger characters, he is not attracted to them.

So Monstrum is a god. What is his abilities?      Monstrum can do anything he wants. He has a stupid number of SOULs, which means he has things that are outside of just the Undertale Omegaverse. Omegaverse being fandom/true world cannon of the creative. He can travel to other places, other Omegavurses and Megavurses. Monstrum is not limited to Undertale. As his appearance may be of the format, you will still knodice, he does not act or play the part of an UT character. Once again, the others around him have made theories on this and that.

    But to drive home to the main question. I will list the ones he has shown. [Note he does not have a Gaster Blaster.]

ᐧ Form change [Even If it is rare, it did happen at least twice in the AU world]

ᐧ Summoning Giant hands. Mainly used for combat, and for long range battle.

ᐧ Character Animate [Giving one of the countless SOULS to the WORLD CODE to recreate the a character. Example, Chara was given a form from Monstrum. As this may use the CODE of the character. It is not the memory of the characters. Only their personalities. So no Trauma :) Also, their appearance is different as they are coming from Monstrum. And the appearance reflects SOUL. Some will keep their OG WORLD CODE POWER, and some (Chara) get diffe]

ᐧ A hammer with a red [X] and a green [O] on its fronts. Both sides have their own ability and symbol. What does this hammer do? Turn on and off code. Red, or [X], makes things False. While green, or [O], makes everything True.

ᐧ Another way Monstrum can battle is with is tail and horns. Monstrum is a brawler of sorts. So he will always choose to get up close and personal to fight. His tail can be extended for longer attacks.

That's all I got for now! Maybe more later! 

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Swampcon !!

Swampcon was an interesting experience. I went on Saturday afternoon with my friend, and we stayed there a couple of hours. When we got there, I was extremely surprised by how many were there. This was my first time attending a convention, so I wasn’t really sure what to expect. There were a lot of people in really detailed and accurate cosplay of various characters. My favorite one was easily anyone cosplaying as the angel devil from Chainsaw Man (easily best character sorry). Also really loved all of the kurapika cosplayers. There were so many people cosplaying there that I almost felt out of place with my tshirt and shorts. As we talked about during our discussion of Genshiken: they take fiction that it our there and transform it into fiction that is theirs alone. Through this medium of fan culture, people were brought together to share their interests in various types of media.

I wasn’t able to go to the panels that I really wanted to go to since I woke up late. However, I was able to go to “How to get a rizztraining order” and it was something !!! First off, I really enjoyed this panel and how hilarious it was, but it really showcased how many creeps are out there. This panel showed different instances of men leaving gross and inappropriate comments on cosplayer’s pages and messages. Unfortunately, this side of the fandom is the one that gets the most attention from those outsides of this fandom. I know before getting into anime, I was (unfortunately) someone who was predisposed against it just because of weirdos like them, who end up tainting society’s perception of fandom.

This was sadly the only panel I was able to attend, but I still had an amazing time at the vendor corner. I’ll be honest and say I am the craziest shopaholic. I am always buying the most random and unnecessary things online or at target, so I knew it was going to be hard to resist buying stuff at Swampcon. Thankfully, I was there with my friend, and he was my voice of reason, so I ended up only spending $15 on a Cinnamoroll headband and got gifted Kirby earrings :D I loved seeing all of the different prints, charms, stickers, and figures that were on display. TBH I almost caved and bought a $250 Mikasa figurine because she solos. Seeing so many different types of products really made me realize how big consumer culture is. Fandom is an example of unofficial culture capital. We all buy these little fun or cute objects that don’t really translate into any economic benefits. We buy them because they make us happy and we can show these items to others that also enjoy them. These little (but very expensive) items bring us so much joy because it materializes fictional characters that we all enjoy and love. I like to think that I have some self control when it comes to fandom consumer culture, but then again I do have a full drawer full of anime shirts and a whole shelf with manga and small anime figures. :/

Overall, Swampcon was a really interesting and enjoyable event! It was really cool being in a safe and comfortable environment filled with zero judgment. It’s crazy how people come from all over the state, and even from other states to be able to attend this convention. I was able to meet others who share the same interests for even the most obscure and random animes that I have watched. I would love to attend next year and see what new things it will have to offer. Enjoy this picture of me and R2D2 <3 

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Over this past summer I scoured the internet for transmasculine Latine people. I spent hours late into the night going through Pinterest for Latino boys wearing makeup — just to feel like I wasn’t alone. Of course, all that really came up were white boys with fluffy hair and hints of eyeliner which left me feeling wrong. Were they all people wanted? Where were the people who looked like me?

There haven’t been zero people, though. I can probably count them all on one hand, but they do exist. Finding the show “Los Espookys” was perhaps one of the greatest moments in my life. The show’s cast is mainly queer and all Latino. One of the actors, River Ramirez, plays a woman in the show, but is nonbinary themselves. In “Our Flag Means Death,” Jim was definitely the star of the show for the transgender people I know who’ve also seen it. They are nonbinary in the show, as is the actor who plays them. Their name is Vico Ortiz. Having these sources of representation in media has been extremely validating.

There’s still not a lot though. Outside of television, there are maybe two other Latine trans people I know of. One, Angel Flores, was featured on Queer Eye and is a heavyweight lifter. The other, Ezra Michel, is a social media influencer who has really helped me with exploring the feminine side of my gender.

As I slowly reach adulthood, I realize that I may be one of the few people out there who is willing and able to speak up about my experience. It’s definitely something that I want to do; it’s not a matter of feeling forced to do so in the slightest.

However, it does feel like a bit of an obligation. There is not even a thought in my mind of just sitting back and living my life. I have to speak out because there’s not a lot of us out there. It is a great service to my community, but I also don’t really have anyone’s shoulders to lean on. Not many, at least, that are fighting the same fight I am.

One topic that I feel obligated to bring up because of my unique position is the term Latinx. I think that if people want to use it, they should go ahead and use it. It’s not really translatable — or even pronounceable, really — to the rest of Spanish. In 2019, students in Argentina protested over the supposedly gender neutral suffix “o” in the language, saying that it could instead be with an “e” (like the word interesante). So, Latino or Latinx would be replaced with Latine when talking about a group of mixed gendered people.

This feels more true to Spanish. Latinx always rang a sort of “white people imposing supposed wokeness on a whole language” to me. Yes, there should be more gender neutral versions of words, but it can’t be immediately changed by people who don’t even speak the language.

While maybe Latinx or even Latine isn’t a perfect solution right now, there could very well be in the future. Language evolves and we have to let it. It’s not that Spanish deals with gender in an awkward way — English is very similar in many respects — it was just built differently. And the building is not over; we can’t let it be over.

#yeehaw ok there’s the article #I wrote an article about being trans/nonbinary and latino in my school’s newspaper! #i guess id rather this… not be reblogged? #rambles #writing stuff

[now-we-say-c0ral]

June 12, 2023

Woke up early today for some reason despite being on holiday because a certain boyfriend's body clock is so used to waking up early. Had a steamy morning cuddle and went for breakfast in the mess hall of the hotel. I don't know why but breakfast and the food, like, in general,is kind of underwhelming here for me. I tried many things in the breakfast buffet, finished my plate but the only thing that I liked was the omelet which wasn't that good. The stay so far was exquisite, just the food in general was underwhelming.

We planned to paraglide in the afternoon chasing the sunset so that was around 5.30pm and we had nothing to do the whole day before that so we just lounged in the pool area. I tried to teach Eddie how to swim in preparation for the scuba diving tomorrow. He's not very good. He's an earthbender and I'ma waterbender, he says. It kind of feels empowering that I'm better at him at swimming because he brought me rock climbing twice and I was horrible at that. Sweaty hands. I tried to do a few laps in the pool but could only do two laps at most. I could do 50 laps nonstop before but after months of not swimming I guess my endurance went back to zero. That's a sad reality for me but I could still tell that my form was still good.

I wrote my journal the whole day for the days that I missed while Ed did his diary. We ordered some drinks and pizza which were delicious. I just watched some Instagram reels and some Youtube to pass the time.

We went back to the room around 3pm and cuddled. We took a shower and waited for the service to take us to base.

The journey up Mt. Babadag, which literally translates to 'Father Mountain' was a beautiful one. The sun was shining so gloriously lighting up the foliage of the terrain. Reaching the top, we were enveloped in the clouds and it was such a new feeling being able to reach the normally unreachable. Ur, my paragliding tandem, did his best in accommodating me. This was my first time paragliding. Being lifted by the gust and seeing Fethiye and Oludeniz up in the air was an experience that I'll forever keep. Being able to see the beauty of the beach side and the lagoon was one for the books. He even let me control the pulleys to maneuver the paraglide.

We went to the beach side after to take some photos taking advantage of the sunset lighting. I taught Ed how to take cute pictures of me which he passed with flying colors. We had dinner by a restaurant near the beach. I ordered the creamy mushroom chicken and we had a shisha. It was quite the evening. I'm comfortable now with Eddie whenever we don't talk over doing something. It's a comforting silence now. It's not awkward or a deafening kind of silence, it's a welcome one.

We retired in the night talking about how great of an experience we had this day.

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Article on a C33 Laurel with a Mine's ECU fitted. Text translation first followed by pic caption translations.

Computer This is a stylish CP / trad tune Laurel's top grade club / L tuning car has been released. Laurel's normal car, which can be expected only from Mines, who has a good reputation for computer tune, is a traditional car that is a bit different from Cefiro. What surprised me when I saw the test drive was that the tires are the same Pirelli PZERO as the F40, and the base car that was prepared in front of the normal appearance is subject to tuning, so of course Like, "I just thought that it was Club S. However, surprisingly, the level of Club L, which is the highest grade in Laurel, is also super normal. It is exactly the trick that CP tune can do. Especially the fuel (map) I was wondering if the low speed range had been sacrificed because I was sick, but I was able to control the fuel really well. The movement did not show any jerky movement at all. The main mechanical components such as the coming acceleration power / engine have almost the same relationship. However, the tuning was done by Mines, who has a good reputation for CP tune. It may be an early point to do it. What kind of tune is applied, I have to actually run, so I decided to rent a car and run it. It is gaining popularity. Cefiro. As for the Laurel, which is a sister car of the Cefiro, a tuned car using the Si Laurel has already appeared. The most delicious area is the maximum excess from 3500 rpm where the turbo excess starts to be applied. It will be around 7000 rpm which reaches 0.9% of the supply pressure. The engine, which had been snorting in traffic until then, woke up at once, and I was able to enjoy the feeling of acceleration as if my buttocks had been kicked. As always, there was a metallic noise after 6500 rpm, but this is the same for the normal car. Taking full advantage of CP tuning's good points The engine's response gives the impression that it's one step better than normal. Mr. Arata of Mine's, who worked on this, said, "Please look at the upper part from the middle range in particular." Unfortunately, in this test drive, I couldn't attack the winding, but if it's the usual Hakone, I can enjoy the delicious taste around 4000 rpm. Moderately light menu. Mochiron, CP tune also includes release of rev boost speed etc. It's a very simple tailoring, but it's a finish that makes you wonder if the turbine was replaced. Anyway, I'm riding, and I can't think it's a normal car, and I can't think of it as a tuning car. A stylish trad tune that makes the most of the features of the CP tune.

This is the magic small box "COMPUTER VX ROM" Speed ​​limiter release / Boost cut release Rev limiter release Ignition timing correction Fuel control is done. 96,000 yen The cool thing about the computer tune is that it powers up the appearance of the RB20DET. As for the tires, the Ferrari F40 is shining as standard. The Pirelia ZERO 205 / 55ZR16 wheels are attached to the left side under the BBS keyhole, which is HKS's EVC (ELECTRONIC VALVE CONTROLLER). 92,000 yen. The right side is an idling sensor. It's amazing that you don't know that it's warmed up. Tune Bar Laurel's top-class car club L with normal horsepower! The electric sunroof of the OP, the front and rear spoilers, and the blackout grill make it a fearless one.

#Mine's ECU #Mine's Laurel #C33 Laurel #Nissan Laurel #RB20DET #JDM