#nor pro just using tags

[everythingwasnormalhere]

I don't know much about the plural Cartman au, so Im gonna ask.. What is your version of it about?

YAYAYAYAYAYYY

plural cartman au is about cartman having d.i.d. (dissociative identity disorder), which is a disorder in which you have multiple "personalities" (called alters/headmates), and it includes dissociation amnesia etc. it actually appeared (even if not too well represented) in a sp episode, the one about city sushi :3

i found out @richierambles au and i liked it so we talked about it yadda yadda today i asked him if i could add it to my au using the headmates he made because now it's canon in my brain, hy said yes and so that's where we are !!! :D

i've thought lots about this and basically in my au/version cartman finds out when they're 17 with A Lot of help from their friends because yk,,,denial, kenny being otherkin (mysterion + princess are his kinshifts :3) in this au already knew some stuff about it so he was the first one to figure it out (even before cartman 😭)

uhhhh that's the basics ig? idk what else to say but ask me more if u want XD

#alexa what's the normal amount of knowledge to have about dissociative disorders #aka are they common knowledge or am i just weird XD #south park #south park au #eric cartman #eric cartman headcanons #cartman's brain sillies #plural headcanons #my au #my hcs #btw using the tags here to say this blog is pro endo/endo neutral :) #cuz idk enough about this to decide what systems are valid- nor i want to honestly XD #anti endos can interact too tho i genuinely dont care :3

[anankos]

Hi ! Would it be possible for you to use Edelgard critical or Edelgard discourse as tags ? It help to make the fandom more civil and make it a better space in general.

Thanks you for reading, have a good day ! ( Also feel free to ignore this message if you don't want to )

i mean i.... can? but i havent posted abt fe16 that touches on that specific topic in, if i recall correctly, years. Nor do i intend to post on the topic publicly in the future, im just kinda vibing. So im not going to be going back and backtagging a bunch of posts from early 2020s and 2019, sorry thats too much work to be worth it :( nobody will be scrolling down the search/tag that far anyway i assume

#in general when i lightly kvetch abt characters and their writing and plot #i no longer use fandom tags when i can help it so it doesnt show up in the main tag #nor does it attract the certain kind of person who goes through the 'critical' tags to stir shit up #i just mind my own business and stay in my lane these days and have been for a good while #IN GENERALTHO i am pro-tagging-things-for-blackisting-reasons #the specific timeline of all this being old just makes it a moot point #btw anon i aint mad at u Promise. i just have a habit of overexplaining to avoid conflict or bruised feelings

[magz]

Note: If aren't going to participate in Pro-Palestine action, do not mention it!

For accountability:

This is how Magz plans support Palestine during Global Strike January 21 to 28.

Am going to put more Palestine posts in queue, with more focus.

Am going to not spend on anything during week, nor go out (rare anyway).

Am going to not publicly post our arts and promos (of art freelance work).

Am going to read and learn more on Palestine - as there still more can learn.

Am going to be even more visibly pro-Palestinian.

Am going to continue keeping up with what's happening in Gaza.

Am going to continue boycotting products and services on BDS' Boycott List, including not giving free social media promo and good impressions.

Am going to try learn Palestinian Arabic.

Am going to describe, transcribe, and alt text posts on Palestine when possible - to make it more accessible (Am Multiply Disabled).

Am going to share ways to help.

One of shorter checklist options:

Longer checklists:

But really just do *anything* that support and raise awareness *more*, learn, or contribute. Whatever can manage do n able sustain.

If wasn't able to prepare in time, can still participate for rest of week. Is not "all or nothing", don't have to give up. Keep Palestine in your thoughts and actions !

Some links:

https://samidoun.net/2023/12/calendar-of-resistance-for-palestine-2024/

Popular Palestine Accounts:

https://www.instagram.com/motaz_azaiza/

https://www.instagram.com/wizard_bisan1/

https://www.instagram.com/everydaypalestine/

https://www.instagram.com/letstalkpalestine/

(Has graphic footage) https://www.instagram.com/eye.on.palestine/

Some Useful Posts:

Hussyknee's Palestine Masterpost

PaliPunk's Palestine MasterList

SulfurCosmos' "Palestinian Owned Companies" List (for later)

Paradox_Punch's "Pro-Palestine Brands" Twitter Thread (for later)

SulfurCosmos' "Preserving Gaza's Universities"

LoveLetter2You's Learn Palestinian Arabic Masterpost

How To Archive For Palestine

(rest of Magz's #palestine tag)

(#AltTextPalestine on Twitter)

#text post #^ #o post #magz upload #masterpost #palestine #sij #on palestine

[marnerparty]

a couple of besties

Trevor Zegras x childhood best friend!reader

yourusername

Liked by yourbestfriend, colecaufield and 17,851 others

yourusername today marks 250 days since i’ve seen my best friend :( I miss you Trev, but I know you’re doing amazing things 🫶🏻

tagged trevorzegras

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trevorzegras

Liked by jamie.drysdale, jackhughes and 72,391 others

trevorzegras had my good luck charm for one of the last games! thanks for surprising me yn :)

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yourusername 250 days was way too long

colecaufield aww the dynamic duo is back together

yourusername don’t be jealous, Trevor still loves you more

colecaufield he def loves you more yn

trevorzegras I cannot confirm nor deny these things

jamie.drysdale me and yn are actually becoming best friends

yourusername this is true

trevorzegras 🤨

jamie.drysdale we bonded over the guitar

trevorzegras oh by how much you suck at it?

yourusername trevor! rude!

jamie.drysdale and now I’m crying

simon_benoit11 yay I missed her cookies!

yourusername me and Jamie just baked some!

simon_benoit11 I will be there after practice 🫡

user1 how does one just become best friends with hockey players??

yourusername be born next to one in the hospital ���🏼‍♀️

jackhughes get ready for the summer!

yourusername counting down the days!

yourbestfriend thank god now you can stop being so mopey

yourusername 🖕🏻

trevorzegras 😏

anaheimducks hope you enjoyed your first Ducks game!

yourusername it was awesome!

griffinzegras YN

yourusername GRIFF

griffinzegras hey :)

yourusername hi griffin 😂

trevorzegras we know you have a crush on yn but get out

griffinzegras THAT WAS MIDDLE SCHOOL

trevorzegras uh huh

yourusername don’t listen to him griff, I still love you

yourusername

Liked by trevorzegras, _quinnhughes and 61,771 others

yourusername first summer @ the Hughes’! thanks so much for the invite🤘🏻🫶🏻

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_quinnhughes welcome to the party

yourusername it was so fun!

user1 I want what she has

elblue6 come back anytime!!❤️

yourusername love you mama E!!

colecaufield your golf skills >>>

yourusername I’m a pro arent I?

jackhughes gave Jim a run for his minute fs

jamie.drysdale my house next?

yourusername DUH

lhughes_06 I’m stealing you from Trevor

trevorzegras pipe down pipsqueak

yourusername deal!

trevorzegras YN!?!?!

yourusername sorry, Luke and I really bonded. we’re a package deal now

trevorzegras can’t even get away from you in the summer 🙄

jackhughes like you’re not obsessed w/ her

yourusername what he said

trevorzegras shut up both of you

user2 notice how her likes go up when she posts her famous “friends” for clout

jackhughes true we actually hate her

colecaufield she pays us fun fact

tysmith_6 who even is yn?

_alexturcotte when Cole makes the post but not me 😐

yourusername Turcs it’s not what it looks like

yourusername you’re still my favorite I swear

_alexturcotte pinky swear?

yourusername [insert pinky swear emoji]

trevorzegras you know how serious she is about her pinky swears

_alexturcotte okay I believe you

yourusername

Liked by elblue6, tysmith_6 and 65,491 others

yourusername new bestie bonding❤️

tagged lhughes_06

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_quinnhughes couple alert … ?

yourusername couple of besties!

lhughes_06 literally just friends

user1 I WAS THERE TOO

yourusername omg we could’ve crossed paths!

jamie.drysdale how many times are you seeing him this summer!?

yourusername once with just luke, once with just you, once with just trev, and once with that huge group of us!

trevorzegras this is what you call obsessed

yourusername shut up you love me

lhughes_06 new tradition ❤️

yourusername Luke Hughes I love you

yourbestfriend ugh I’m jealous

yourusername don’t worry, I’ll get us tickets to a show 🫡

trevorzegras no you don’t need to go to a 5th show

yourusername please 🥺

trevorzegras 😐

trevorzegras okay fine

_alexturcotte lil hughesy got himself a cougar?

yourusername I prefer sugar mama!

lhughes_06 I prefer cougar

jackhughes way to not have favorites

yourusername did I say anything about favorites?

jackhughes you just went to a concert with Luke and he’s not the favorite?

yourusername well it’s technically Ellen, but favorite Hughes brother is ofc Luke

trevorzegras hey, I miss you. that’s all

yourusername sitting across from you . . . ?

trevorzegras too far

jackhughes wow

user2 def something between yn and Trevor. I can feel it

Liked by yourusername

colecaufield everyone’s favorite besties

yourusername damn right!

_alexturcotte what about us!?

jamie.drysdale or ME!?

trevorzegras or, I don’t know, the boy you’ve known since DIAPERS??

yourusername can I not have more than one best friend?

_alexturcotte no

jamie.drysdale no

trevorzegras no

lhughes_06 I don’t see the problem with it

trevorzegras you’re the problem Luke

yourusername this is why Luke is my favorite

trevorzegras

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trevorzegras besties kiss sometimes, right???

tagged yourusername

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jackhughes NO

jackhughes IS THIS REAL!?

yourusername do you want it to be fake?

jackhughes I’m in shock

user1 I knew it

_alexturcotte if you say you saw this coming you’re lying

jamie.drysdale I saw this coming. I live with them

_alexturcotte okay you don’t count

yourusername good shock or bad shock?

_alexturcotte good for sure

elblue6 aw he’ll be good for you!

Liked by yourusername

yourusername teehee I love you 🤍

trevorzegras I love you most :)

lhughes_06 what does this mean for us?

yourusername I think you know 😔

lhughes_06 can you still be my cougar on the weekends?

trevorzegras no

yourusername I think you getting 5 out of the 7 days is a fair deal

trevorzegras you’re literally my GIRLFRIEND

colecaufield there’s a label!?

user2 sad day for teenage girls everywhere

tterry19 I think it’s time for her to meet the rest of your teammates. Just Jamie and Simon aren’t cutting it

yourusername he won’t let me! apparently I come off too strong

trevorzegras I didn’t say it like that!

yourusername your words, and I quote, were “the guys don’t get to meet you yet. you might try to be best friends with them and scare them away”

jamie.drysdale I was actually there when he said this

trevorzegras Jamie you’re supposed to be on my side

jamie.drysdale 🤷🏼‍♀️

colecaufield i knew something was fishy @ the Hughes’

yourusername what gave it away?

colecaufield “Trevor, let me help you go find pretzels you dropped in the couch”

bradytkachuk “Trevor can you help me brush my teeth”

_quinnhughes “Trevor I need someone to hold my hand while I skateboard”

yourusername no way I said the one about brushing teeth

trevorzegras you did. I vividly remember. I get secondhand embarrassment

_quinnhughes don’t make fun of her, you were just as bad. the way you looked at her made it very obvious

yourusername aww ya sap

trevorzegras 🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻

yourusername

Liked by jamie.drysdale, tysmith_6 and 51,508 others

yourusername my boy ❤️

tagged trevorzegras

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lhughes_06 hey that’s not me🥲

yourusername you’re my Lukey🫶🏻

lhughes_06 that seems better

jamie.drysdale thought that was our spot Trev?🤔

trevorzegras it’s not what it looks like

yourusername you don’t wanna know what’s happened on that roof

jamie.drysdale EW NO

trevorzegras MAKEOUTS JAMIE! get your head out of the gutter

yourusername I realize my mistake 🤦🏼‍♀️

anaheimducks thanks for always sharing your boy!

yourusername i 🧡 the ducks

user1 this relationship makes me happy

jackhughes same

yourusername 🥹

trevorzegras I love you so much yn

yourusername you’re the only one for me Trevor Zegras

lhughes_06 🤨

yourusername *one of the only ones for me

trevorzegras not sure I like this joke

lhughes_06 joke?

yourusername what joke?

_quinnhughes TZ’s all grown up

trevorzegras I got the girl 😎

yourusername i miss you Quinn!

_quinnhughes i miss you ynn! aren’t you coming to Hawaii w/ us??

yourusername hawaii?

jackhughes I may have forgotten to mention it to her

jackhughes hey yn will you come to Hawaii with us please!? we’d love to have you!

yourusername uh of course, but only because of Quinn.

yourusername will Luke be there?

lhughes_06 wherever you go I go, remember? package deal??

trevorzegras do I get an invite??

_quinnhughes if you keep it in your pants the whole trip

yourusername damn Quinn!

tysmith_6 you bring out the best in him

trevorzegras doesn’t she??

yourusername 🫶🏻🫶🏻

#nhl #hockey #hockey imagine #instagram edit #instagram imagine #trevor zegras #anaheim ducks #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras x y/n

[thehusbandoden]

"Imoto" -Inlove!Bakugo Katsuki x Oblivious!Reader

A/n: hope this doesn't suck lol, I was exhausted while writing this.

General info:

Genre: pure angst (with an alt ending) \\ wc: 400+ \\ female reader \\ posted: 04/08/24

Summary:

Bakugo, your best friend, helps you score the boy you've been crushing on.. little do you know that he's tearing his heart apart in the process.

Tags: @lemon-lav

Warnings!: pure angst, unreciprocated love, jealousy, anger, hatred, Bakugo loves reader, reader is unaware, reader loves Izuku, reader thinks of Bakugo as an older brother, Bakugo stays quiet and pretends. Idk what else, pls let me know if I miss any. <33

Onii-san: older brother; imoto: little sister

Alt. Ending

“Are you sure this is going to work?” You whisper nervously, staring at the green-haired boy in the next room. He was talking to Shoto, smiling shyly as he rambled about some new pro hero.  

“Of course it will, now go.” Bakugo grunted, gently pushing you forward. You glance back at him hesitantly. He gives you a small smile, giving you the courage to proceed. You take a deep breath before walking into the next room.  

You feel Bakugo’s crimson eyes boring into your back as you walk over to your childhood crush, Midoriya Izuku. Shoto’s mismatched eyes see your approaching form, opening his mouth to speak, he’s pulled away by Mina before he can say anything, too oblivious to realize what’s happening.  

Izuku turns around to see you walking over, his emerald eyes lighting up at the sight as a rosy blush invades his cheeks. “O-oh y/n san!”  

~~ 

Bakugo’s pov:  

Bakguo scoffed as he watched the two of you converse, jealousy burning in his chest as he watched you flush from Deku’s honey-covered, idiotic, and pointless words. Bakugo couldn’t help but feel a burning sense of hatred, jealousy, and hurt as he watched you succeed, knowing he lost his chance.  

He wanted to kick and scream, to throw a fit that he had lost the one that had meant the world to him, he wanted to show you how better he was- how much he cared. He wanted to go over there and show you and that idiotic nerd how he would treat you like a queen- his queen.  

But he didn’t- couldn’t. Deku is what would make you happy. Deku is who you wanted- who you pined for. So, he stayed quiet, watching your eyes light up with joy as you hit it off with the boy he despised the most.  

A large smile on your face appears, and he knows he’s lost. After a few moments you start walking back to him, causing him to straighten his posture and put on a fake smile.

As you reach him, he reaches down to put a hand on your shoulder. “You got him?” 

You nodded in excitement, your eyes shining as you looked up at him. “He’s taking me out to dinner this weekend. Thank you so much, onii-san!”  

Your words tear apart his heart. Onii-san? You thought of him as an older brother..

“Don’t mention it, imoto..” He scoffed, ruffling your hair. He’ll just have to pretend. For you.

~~~~~

Alt. Ending

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[oroniusn]

I feel the need to remind people because I’ve made mistakes like this before (covers safety when it comes to sh cuts)

988twt language not used layers of skin are referred to by their actual names/color descriptors)

Only tagged this way for reach, tw for some tags

I am pro recovery: anti recovery/pro @na dni (interaction on this post is ok, just don’t follow my account)

(Epidermis) cuts that look like cat scratches need to be disinfected either before or after breaking skin but can usually go without bandaids

(Dermis) if you hit white it needs to be disinfected before AND after, way higher risk of infection, I’d also suggest bandaging it as leaving these wounds in the open can cause complications

(Fat) if you hit yellow it needs stitches and or actual medical care, these have an insanely high risk of infection, bandages should be changed regularly and everything MUST be kept sterile

Don’t swim in rivers/creeks/the ocean/public pools with ANY open wounds.

along side this, try to keep track of major arteries to ensure you don’t nick them, as this can cause you to bleed out far faster then just hitting a vein; arteries are carrying blood away from the heart (it has more pressure behind it)

Symptoms of infection: Redness and swelling, heat at the wound site, pus or other drainage, fever/chills, swollen lymph nodes, delayed healing.

So what can be used to disinfect the site/blade?: skin safe alcohol, iodine, hydrogen peroxide (only for use on the skin, it’ll rust your blade), Vodka or Moonshine (burns like hell, BUT technically an option?), warm water (hot or boiling water for the blade, make sure to dry well to avoid rusting) and unscented soap (baby soap works well)

Always check that the blade you are using isn’t rusted nor showing signs that it might be starting to rust. (Stainless steel is your friend)

feel free to add on in comments or reblogs, I’m happy to make edits/add to this post!

#sh related #tw self harm #harm reduction #If you’re going to do it #Yeah yeah I get the whole point IS harming yourself #but most people I’ve talked to have no desire to get a severe infection #Feel free to add on in reblogs/comments for anything I should update or change #tw self h4rm #tw self h@rm #self mutalition #cvtt!ng #cvtaddict #sh cvt #i wanna cvt #styroblr #hitting styro #made of styro #beansblr #tw styro #988blr #styr0blr #hitting beans #cat scratches #baby cvts

[minniiaa]

Sorry if this seems repetitive but I haven't been active on social media in yearsss

Is it true that there's a lot of lawlu hate on tiktok and Twitter? I'm so confused because there used to be so much love for the ship back in 2017/2018 from my perspective (Amino era).

The short answer: yes and no. Let me start by saying I'm not the best person to answer this since I purely consume on twitter. I made my personal twitter in 2007 like it's everyone I've ever known irl and has nothing to do with shipping or hobbies and I follow approx 0 accounts related to anime, manga, or lawlu. I just looked up lawlu a few times and browsed and suddenly it's my whole fucking timeline and there’s no going back and now I have a lawlu twitter (This makes me very happy).

So if anyone else has an opinion on this that is more in the community, please feel free to comment away. Otherwise, below are my observations.

First off, there IS a ton of love for the ship. Most of what I see is beautiful art (they got the nsfw ayo), memes, fanfics, and headcanons just like tumblr. There are tons of comments of people swooning over these posts, Lawlu IS one of the most popular OP ships after all.

There's just a vocal minority that are very against the concept of shipping and in that subset there are those who are very against Lawlu. There people out there that will literally list accounts to block that ship lawlu or write lawlu DNI in their bios. The same can be said for other ships, it's not just this one it’s any they deem a ‘pro ship’ (problematic ship) and Lawlu is generally considered one of these. Below as is an example:

The biggest issues I’ve seen with Lawlu are the following 1. luffy is aroace and cant be shipped period 2. law groomed luffy and the age gap is gross. IMO I think most of these people are just infantilizing Luffy as some goofy autistic kid that doesn't know what love and sex are when in reality he's very self-aware and happy does not equal stupid. Also he's 19 he’s not underage. He met Law twice when he was 17, one of which was saving his life as a doctor and Luffy was unconscious most of this time. Let's not forget Luffy's a war criminal kicking the asses of people 4x his age in a pirate world, age doesn't really work the same as irl.

BUTTT Not that any of this matters because you can ship whoever the fuck you what because guess what? It's ~fiction~. I could rant about how people can ship whatever the hell they want all day but I'll save my breath for now. (my opinion of course)

Also there are just mentally ill people who enjoy telling others to kys if you like something they like do. Lawlu shippers are just their chosen target demographic. Creators get foul messages in their inboxes, rude comments, just general hater behavior. Twitter is just a firey cesspool and all fandoms have 'fans' who do nothing but hate. We live in an age of negativity where being a hater is the cool thing to do.

HOWEVER, I see more people posting about why those people are wrong and stupid than the actual negative tweets but maybe that's because I actually support the ship and the algorithm sees that. Not sure how twitter works, nor do I want to know about that dumpster fire there's a reason I came over to tumblr.

As for tiktok, I don't really consume a lot of tiktok so I can't speak on it besides seeing cosplayers and cute animations/art. I'll leave that to the tiktok people to look into.

For argument's sake, I went through the lawlu tag and picked some lovely tweets to share with you so you can see the toxicity for yourself. Sadly only 10 images per post but I think you get the point. Thanks for the ask hope this was informative. :)

#Lawlu #anti shipping #shipping #asks

[ofallthingsnasty]

If your inbox is open could I please request a yandere sae where he traps his Darling by getting them pregnant and also this is around the time where he kidnaps them and they get Stockholm Syndrome if you're uncomfortable with this feel free to ignore my request

hey hey!! sure it's pretty much always open 🤗 thank you for giving my brain something to chew on - this really tickled me bc he isn't necessarily the first character i think of when i think yandere bllk! a cold one, for sure 🥶

tags: yandere, sae is 20+, emotional abuse, baby trapping (no pronouns used for reader but they can get pregnant), noncon mention, smidge of unreliable narrator word count: 0.6k

Sae is one thing: selfish. He knows you're here against your will and he simply doesn't care. He gets what he wants. You won't ever know why exactly he picked you out of all the possible people to obsess over because he won't ever treat you like one would a spouse. He's blunt, he's brash, he's an asshole - even to you. He doesn't keep you small on purpose, Sae is just like that. Unlike some others, he doesn't criticize you to snuff out your self-esteem, he truly thinks what he says. You'll learn how to play by his rules and admittedly - he is fair, at least as far as he is concerned. Neither cruel nor sadistic, he simply expects you to conform and be perfect for him. Deviate from his vision for you and he'll let you know- but as long as you are good for him you won't hear a single word.

He actually strikes me as one of the few from Blue Lock who would choose to kidnap you - it's easier and keeps you by his side. He's pragmatic like that. And because Sae doesn't need your love - he simply takes what he wants - he doesn't care for all that lovey-dovey shit, either. Watch him simply lock you away even though you have never talked to each other. He's convinced you're perfect for him and that's enough. He really wastes no time. In his opinion, your predicament isn't all too bad, even beneficial. Isn't this what so many people strive for? Marry rich, be pampered for the rest of your days, no more worries, no more hurt? Really, you should be over the moon to be the spouse of a famous soccer player. He'll tell you as much; that you should be grateful for the roof over your head, that you'll never have to work another day in your life because of him, that you'll have everything you'll ever want - and that being kept like this is the trade-off, that he expect payment from time to time. All your fighting, your scratching, your crying - it doesn't matter to him. It's annoying, sure, but it won't stop him at all. (Although even Sae has his limits. If you keep screaming at him how you don't care for the designer clothes, the expensive furniture and his stupid house, he isn't above showing you what you're taking for granted right now. Some nice, quaint nights in the basement with little food and water and no clothes should set your head straight. Not cruel. Just pragmatic.)

And because he takes such good care of you, he deserves something else in return, doesn't he? A baby is perfect. It's easy to realize that dream - he's expecting sex from you regularly, anyway and never really bothers with birth control. In the beginning, he humored you a little by using condoms (to soften the blow, so to speak) but by now he simply doesn't care anymore. The thought of you pregnant with his child excites him more than he'd like to admit. It isn't necessarily about keeping or trapping you - he just wants to start a little family with you. (And maybe, just maybe, he is actually a tiny bit in love with you, not just obsessed.) He won't tell you of his decision, he simply fucks you more often. But you're smart enough to catch on, with time - too bad you don't stand a chance against a pro athlete when he bends you over for the tenth time this week and tracks your periods, waiting for your fertile window. You can only grit your teeth and take it, terrified of the day he actually knocks you up.

And as always, he doesn't get why you're making such a fuss; you only have to be good for him. He'll take care of you and your child, you'll see.

#blue lock x reader #yandere blue lock #sae itoshi x reader #yandere sae itoshi

[the-kr8tor]

TTN hobie and reader during the middle/end of TTN when they r together but before she leaves for LA and r is helping hobie finish setting up his boat and r adding all of her belongings around the house before/while she moves in

-🕊️ anon

Hihihihi Thank you for the lovely request! TTN! Hobie has my heart ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: TTN! Hobie, TTN! Reader, kissing, suggestive content. Story is set before the epilogue and in the middle of chapter 10. Spoilers for thread the needle. Fluff.

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You didn't waste any time moving in with Hobie. No slowly leaving your things around the house, no slyly stashing your clothes right next to his, not even waiting for the day of your graduation. You and Hobie just decided on a date to move all your belongings to his boat and did it, no side stepping, no dilly dallying, no excuses. Just you and Hobie making round trips from your dorm to the houseboat, arms full of boxes and heavy bags.

The sewing machine was the challenge, being heavy and clunky. Yuri was kind enough to lend you her car for the day, but couldn't help you in moving since she had to study for a quiz. You were kind of thankful for that though, now you have more time to spend with just him and piles and piles of your belongings. Still, with the help of Yuri's beetle, it took two trips of packing and unpacking your stuff.

Hobie never complained nor huffed at the effort, eyes always on your form, arms at the ready to lift boxes for you. You're eternally grateful, that's probably why you're snogging him on the floor of his boat instead of setting up your sewing machine or unpacking your suitcases.

"I need" kiss "to" kiss "unpack." You say in between smacking of lips. Giggling, as if you're not the one instigating the kiss. Back on the hardwood floor, arms looped around his neck, your palm spread over his nape. You resist the urge to glue him into place with your legs, instead you lay limp under him. Eyes tightly closed, smiling through it all.

His strong arms lift him up for a moment before examining your flustered face, beaming up at him. Hobie tilts his head, contemplating if it's worth leaving your arms so you two could unpack. He weighs the pros and cons, deciding.

"Nah" you squeal when he comes back down, expertly moving his lips against yours, every curve and plushness of it already memorized. He knows what to do to incite that sound you make just for him.

You laugh loudly when he presses the soft skin just over your rib cage, ticklish, you pull away with a giggle. Pupils blown out, you stare at his equally large pupils. Breathing heavy, you pinch his nose as revenge.

He surrenders, coming down from the high of kissing you. Eyes roaming around his, no, yours and his living room full of your stuff littered around the place. The kitchen island with your Gromit mug that you claim to despise even though you always use it. Next to it is your school bag, pins and patches decorate the backpack, some of them you've nicked from Hobie.

On the floor next to you are boxes full of your projects, hours upon hours of hard work inside. You giddily showed it all to him before you ended up on the floor from teasing him too much. Clothes and pieces of cloth were put back hastily inside the box just before you descended on the floor. With Hobie's hand placed on the back of your head so you don't smack it against the wood.

After a minute of staring and your laugh bouncing off the walls, Hobie finally speaks, with the full intention of actually starting the process of unpacking.

"Where to first? I could set up the machine–"

"Bedroom" you say with a not so sly smile, half lidded eyes staring at him with fondness.

He blinks in surprise, a low groan in his throat, smirk playing on his kiss bitten lips. "No time to waste then" lifting you up effortlessly, you hide your victorious laugh over his skin. Face hot on his neck. Equally hot hands on the back of your thighs, making sure you don't fall.

Hobie practically jogs over, kicking the door open. It hits the wall with a slam, he stops in his tracks after seeing more piles of boxes on his bed.

Guess you two actually needed to unpack beforehand, whoops.

A/n: Will be posting more of these separate from fluffy fridays! Thank you for reading! ❤️

#request done #ttn one shot #ttn request #thread the needle #hobie brown x reader #spider punk x reader #the kr8tor's creations #hobie brown #spider punk #x reader #atsv fanfiction #spider man across the spider verse #atsv fanfic #atsv x reader #atsv hobie #hobie brown x fem!reader #hobie brown x you #ttn! hobie and reader #spider punk x you #spider punk x fem!reader #hobie fluff #fanfic

[red-riding-wood]

I’m so sorry about what happened to you and so many others. Disgusting misogynistic behavior. You all deserve so much better ):.

Also sending this bc I do believe he has made two new accounts. Drcranessweetestdoe and monsterfromthewoods. I have no proof these are him ,but it just strikes an absurd resemblance to his writing and he seemed to interact with both of them a few weeks ago. The first one hasn’t blogged in weeks either. Just seems strange. Once again though, I could be wrong. Just something for everyone to stay weary about. Stay safe ❤️

Thank you for the well wishes, anon! I really do appreciate you reaching out. <3

From my conversations with @drcranessweetestdoe, she does not behave like Kill (nor does her writing style compare to his), and I am pretty positive he is incapable (or at least very bad) at taking on different personalities since I believe I witnessed his attempt with the second account you mentioned. Aurora is very sweet, and she used to be a fan of Kill's writing and mine. I don't want people to be suspecting her of foul play because I do believe she is genuine. Kill has a pattern of reblogging fics as a way of seeing what victims he can latch onto and I see that as a coincidence with his reblog of Monster's.

As for @monsterfromthewoods... I was hesitant to make a callout, mainly because no one has actual solid proof that he is Kill. But, there is too much evidence for me to ignore, and I wanted to give my honest opinion and observations. Monster, if you are not this person, feel free to reach out and vouch for yourself, and if I am wrong, I am deeply sorry.

Fuck that. As I was typing this message up, I decided to check my DMs and noticed that my friend had said that he gave her the same name that, as of this morning, was revealed to me as his actual name along with his real picture and Facebook profile. That really sealed the deal for me. Here is the rest of my evidence to prove that this is "Kill":

Monster followed my friend around the same time that she blocked Kill.

Monster followed me the same day that I sent Kill a confrontational message, calling him out for his lies and pleading with him one last time for medical treatment and answers.

From the posts on Monster's account, and the one comment I know he made on my friend's post, his personality exactly fits Kill's. This is why I said I do not think he is capable or likely to be able to craft a believable persona.

Monster made a post about suicide, and a pro-Palestine post, the former of which Kill discussed with me a lot and the latter my friend pointed out as suspicious since Kill was also very strongly pro-Palestine. Seeing as Monster doesn't have that many posts yet on his blog, this isn't irrefutable evidence but it is very coincidental.

Lastly, I actually did my best to analyse and compare Kill and Monster's writing, since I had recalled a few things that stuck out to me when I read Kill's writing. Him and Monster share many similarities with their writing habits/consistencies. They are as follows (the examples listed are from 18+ content so please do not view if you are a minor):

Use periods and exclamation marks -- but never commas -- as punctuation to end dialogue tags.

Starter dialogue tag always facing outward. Like: ”So... Tight”

Tend to each use a snapshot style of writing, favouring incomplete sentences with frequent use of periods. Examples: K: "His mind, usually so sharp. Focused and organized like the most expensive machines. A killing machine, that worked in perpetual motion, living off killing, adrenaline used like a drug." M: "Your dear, understanding doctor. Doctor Jonathan Crane, who laughed out loud suddenly a couple moments ago. The dark colour covering his exotic looking eyes as he revealed his real nature to you."

Similarly, they both tend to avoid using possessive pronouns and determiners. Examples: K: "_ Pale, little pussy peaked from between her thighs." M: "The scars covering _ man's pale skin," _ = absence of "her, that, the," etc.

Often use adverbs after verbs in a way that feels out of place.

Capitalise after ellipses, always.

"Y/n" always has a lowercase "n".

Sometimes use three ellipses, often use only two.

Use "pants" but never "trousers".

Yeah, so, I may have spent way too much time on this. And I think most of this is redundant, now, especially after the name revelation, but still, I put work into it and didn't want it to go to complete waste lmao. I also had no idea until I was tagged today that apparently there are programs that do this sort of thing for you. Oops.

#asks #mrkdvidal1989 #worst con man I've ever seen

[archie-sunshine]

Positive Reinforcement(18+ DRIFTROD)

Fic Tags: DRIFT/RODIMUS, background Dratchrod, pov swapping, Dubious consent(in a comedy of errors sort of way), plug n play, messing with code, miscommunications, accidental voyeurism, overstimulation, cumming yourself stupid, reconditioning in a sexy fun way, oral, shower sex, apology sex

WORD COUNT: 11,600~

Synopsis:

Rodimus isn't the worst captain, but he could certainly be better! Drift believes the solution is as simple as some positive reinforcement in the form of a novelty datapatch. Non sexual positive reinforcement. ... at least he thinks its not sexual?

Excerpt: Drift was certain that Rodimus wouldn’t need that big of an adjustment. He just needed a little positive reinforcement! Drift was great at positivity.

Read on AO3 here!

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Author's notes: I'm back on my driftrod bullshit. This fic was beta'd and conceptualized with the help of @/combjelli, who i highly recommend you check out for their incredible fics!!!!

THIS FIC IS A COMEDY OF ERRORS. IT HAS ELEMENTS OF DUBIOUS CONSENT BUT ITS MOSTLY JUST STUPID.

Drift knew Rodimus better than most people. He understood incredibly well that Rodimus was stubborn, and often abrasive. Some may have described him as annoying. Drift wouldn’t say anything like that about his amica, not in a million years… but he could understand where they were coming from. 

It wasn’t as if Rodimus was unfixable!! He was just… Rodimus… y. He was frequently selfless- when he wasn’t demanding money or stroking his own ego. He was deeply kind- when he wasn’t annoyed or bored. He was incredibly brave- and exceptionally stupid. Every one of Rodimus’ best traits could always be balanced out by one of his worst, but hey, it wasn’t such a bad thing to be balanced! That was very sought after, as far as personality traits went, certainly. 

…

Okay so MAYBE, just maybe, Rodimus could use an attitude adjustment. And Drift wasn’t just saying that because Rodimus had paid for something stupid for the Rodpod with his money again… without telling him. Drift was incredibly forgiving, something that small wouldn’t get to him at all. 

Rodimus didn’t need a terribly drastic shove or anything, just a little bit of a nudge! Drift had needed an attitude adjustment once too, and it had made him a much better, happier, more even tempered mech. The fact that his attitude adjustment had come from hitting rock bottom and then clawing his way out was neither here nor there. Drift was certain that Rodimus wouldn’t need that big of an adjustment. He just needed a little positive reinforcement! Drift was great at positivity. 

It just so happened that Drift had exactly the tool for the job: a topical code patch. He’d picked it up ages ago, from some open air market. He was originally looking for something to play a prank on Ratchet, something that’d make his vocalizer three pitches too high, or make it make animal sounds. He’d actually ended up leaving with a ‘reeducation’ patch, with a programmable code housed inside to offer encouragement for preferred behaviour and discouragement for the alternative. 

And so, there it sat on his desk. It was a little square of green plastic with some unobtrusive little adhesive claws around its edge, printed with a crudely drawn happy face on its surface. He’d double(and triple) checked for viruses and found it was clean, and he’d already programmed it. He felt it was pretty user friendly, even. He’d just inputted [if- Make Choices (Type: Efficient, Considerate, Kind, Tactically Sound), Complete Ordered Tasks(in timely manner), Receive Verbal Compliment = Receive Reward] and [if- Make Choices (Type: Inefficient, Selfish, Rude, Unwise), Failure/Refusal to Complete Ordered Tasks(in timely manner), Receive Verbal Reprimand = Receive Punishment]. The little chip had blinked its indicator LEDs that the patch was primed. 

Drift drummed his digits on the desk. Okay. Pros and cons. The cons were that the patch was almost certainly not EDA approved, he’d found it at a novelty topical patch stall alongside other such ill advised patches as ‘immediately lose control of your legs’ and ‘gives your optic field a pink flower themed filter’. 

The Pros were that Drift was CERTAIN this was what Rodimus needed to change his outlook. Even just a little bit of positive reward for doing the right thing always made Rodimus happy, he just needed a nudge to understand that ‘doing the right thing’ didn’t always mean heroically saving an entire moon from destruction, and sometimes it meant handing in his datapads on time.

Sufficiently convinced of his idea, Drift carefully picked up the patch in its casing and tucked it away into his subspace. He took a deep, relaxing vent, and began to march towards the bridge. 

*

It was unsurprising, if disappointing, to find Rodimus on the bridge, not in his seat, but instead fragging around with one of Tailgate’s confiscated hoverboards. All the usual suspects were working at their stations, save Ultra Magnus, who seemed to graciously relax as Drift entered to relieve him of duty. 

“Drift! Heyyy, check it out!” Rodimus chirped jovially, waving at him as he steadied himself on the board and attempted a kickflip. Unsurprisingly, the board spun out from under him, catching his pede as he stumbled over himself. He didn’t fall over, surprisingly, but he did stumble a bit, awkwardly snatching up the board and tucking it under his arm. “I meant to do that- anyway! What’s up?” 

Drift laughed softly, shaking his helm. Oh Roddy. It was really hard to stay mad at him, though Drift suspected he might be the only bot on board that thought that. “Oh nothing, just, y’know… showing up for my shift.” 

“Cool.” Rodimus grinned at him, trotting up closer to him. “Oh, take care Mags!” He called, reaching a servo up to wave as Ultra Magnus vacated the bridge. Drift casually reached into his subspace while the other mech was distracted and popped the topical patch out of its case. By the time Rodimus had turned back to face him, he’d tucked the patch claw side up in his palm and hid his servo behind his back. 

Drift smiled warmly at him. “Anything of note happen while I was off shift?” He asked. 

Rodimus scratched at his jaw, brow furrowing a bit in thought. “Uhhhh…. Not that I can think of- Oh! Right, yeah, we’re approaching an asteroid field in a couple hours!” Rodimus lit up as he remembered, slinging an arm around Drift’s back. “So I was thinking…” 

Drift brought his servo up carefully underneath Rodimus’ spoiler, waiting for the exact right moment. “Uhuh?” 

“You… me… Meteor surfing.” Rodimus paused for effect, grin broadening out as if it were the best idea he’d ever had. “Whaddaya think!?”

Drift decisively pressed the topical patch down onto Rodimus’ plating, crossing the digits on his other servo in a silent prayer that it wasn’t a dud. “Hmmm…” Drift thought for a moment, a bloom of guilt in his chassis as he grimaced. “Don’t uh… don’t you think it's a bit dangerous?”

“What, meteor surfing?” Rodimus cocked his head in confusion. “We’ve done it before like a million times, what’s so dangerous about meteor surfing?” 

Drift sighed. “For the ship?” 

Rodimus rolled his optics, releasing Drift from his friendly side hug and waving a dismissive servo at him. “Pfft, whatever, it’s handled worse than a couple- Ah-!” Rodimus jolted suddenly, then froze. 

Slag. Drift played it cool, folding his arms over his chassis casually and offering Rodimus an inquisitive, yet not knowing look. 

“... What was that?” Rodimus mumbled, almost to himself before turning to look Driftin the optics. “Did you say something?”

Drift clamped down on his own field. “Hm?” He hummed in blithe concern. 

“... Drift?” Rodimus urged, brow furrowing. 

“What’s wrong?” Drift cocked his head at him and offered a patient smile. He watched Rodimus fumble for words, opening and closing his intake. He failed to surpass the wall of boring, conversational politeness Drift had thrown up at him, opting to shake his helm and sigh. Nice, crisis averted.

“... I’m gonna sit down now.” Rodimus decided, narrowing his eyes briefly at Drift before turning and doing exactly that. 

“Good idea, Captain.” Drift smiled, shuffling a little closer to the captain’s chair. He noted Rodimus’ sudden shudder at his words, once again flicking his optics to stare confusedly at his SIC. Drift kept up his polite smile and stood jovially next to the chair, offering Rodimus a little nod as he finally settled into his seat. 

Rodimus shook his head again, letting out a disappointed breath and settling in. 

Drift allowed himself a pang of pride. He was sure in an hour or so, Rodimus would be happily agreeing to change the ship’s course out of harm’s way. 

*

Rodimus was… mostly certain he wasn’t going crazy. It must have been Drift that was, though. He still couldn’t believe that his amica wasn’t up for meteor surfing. That was like Drift’s… fifth favourite thing! Right after Ratchet, and Him, and Swords, and Spiritualism. It was disappointing, sure, but Drift had been painfully responsible lately, so he guessed this had something to do with that.

Harder to rationalize in his processor was the fact he swore that Drift had shocked him a few klicks ago. He also swore Drift had said something like ‘So close! Try again, Rodimus’ when he’d done it too, which was really fragging weird. He hadn’t acknowledged it when pressed.

Weirder still was when he’d, first, complimented him on his idea to sit down, and then, apparently said ‘Nice Going! Keep it up!’. For some reason, him saying that had made Rodimus suddenly warm and fuzzy for a second. He’d, again, looked at drift, trying to show his confusion, and gotten nothing back. 

So Rodimus wasn’t sure if it was him going insane, or if it was Drift. He settled into his seat, wriggling to get comfortable and leaning back against the back of the seat. The sea of stars and planets stretched ahead of them. The infinite beauty of open space was getting old to look at with no giant rocks flying past. He allowed himself a giddy smile at the thought of meteor surfing. Drift hadn’t been up for the idea, but Rodimus was sure he’d be able to convince him before they made it to the asteroid field. 

He was beginning to zone out into his fantasies of meteor surfing when, again, he felt a sudden bolt of pain zap into his frame, lighting up his tactile sensors all at once for the briefest of moments. He glanced around when again, he heard Drift speak.

[A good captain pays attention!]

Rodimus blinked. He was certain that voice had come from Drift, but it sounded even more like it was inside of his processor. Had he really lost it? Was Drift astral projecting into his brain? No. That didn’t sound right. Rodimus chanced one more glance at Drift. His amica was apparently busy gazing out the observation window at the stars. 

Rodimus sighed a bit and leaned back even more into his chair. He leaned his chin into his servo, pensively squinting out the observation window. If he REALLY looked he could just barely see the beginnings of the asteroid field coming into view, or at least, he could see the planet it was surrounding.

Rodimus bounced his leg impatiently. He checked his chronometer and cursed internally. He still had like 2 thirds of his shift left. He was sure even if Drift didn’t want to come, he wouldn’t mind… say… keeping an eye on things while he did some light meteor surfing. He usually didn’t have problems with that anyway. 

He reset his vocalizer, turning casually to Drift to ask him. “Say, Drift-?” Rodimus only got 2 words deep into his request when he felt another buzz of electricity jolt through his frame. He grit his teeth, biting back a yelp of pain. 

[So close! Try again, Rodimus!]

“Hm?” Drift hummed, turning to face his amica with a patient smile. 

“... Uh…” Rodimus started, manually resetting his optics as he tried to process what the hell was going on. “... You um… You really didn’t feel like meteor surfing?” Rodimus tried, bracing himself for another shock. 

Drift seemed to think for a moment, his brow ridges coming together sympathetically. “Oh… Listen, you know I love meteor surfing with you… but it’s just a little irresponsible to do it at the risk of damaging the ship, don’t you think?” 

Rodimus couldn’t fully tell, but it seemed like Drift was taking a tone with him. It wasn’t exactly mean, but it sounded kind of… chiding. It reminded Rodimus of being taught something. The thought made his plating itch. “... Um… We could go under the field by a bit, and then you and I could-” Rodimus started. He tensed, his digits tightening around the arm of the captain’s chair as another shock hit.

[So close! Try again, Rodimus!]

Rodimus grit his dentas. “I mean, maybe… We could wait to go… meteor surfing… somewhere safer?” Rodimus ground out. His optics flickered a bit as a wash of tingling pleasure came over his frame. He covered up the weak sigh of enjoyment he gave with a cough.

[Very good! Keep it up!]

Drift beamed at him, tilting his head fondly. “I think that sounds like a great plan, Roddy.” 

Rodimus’ body lit up again, a shudder running up from his pedes to the tips of his finials. He made an active effort to keep his vocalizer from producing any undignified noises, clamping his intake shut tightly and readjusting himself in his seat. 

[Nice one! Good job, Rodimus!]

“Pff- yeah… ‘course it is. I’m chock full of great plans.” Rodimus scoffed, a confident smirk tugging at his dermas. 

The two of them once again settled into comfortable quiet for a moment. It… did feel nice for Drift to agree with him on his plans. He wasn’t sure if his code was glitching and making him extra moral today or something, but he wasn’t about to mention it. It’d just mean he would get that concerned look from Drift that he always did and an undeniable demand to go see Ratchet in the medbay. As embarrassing and weird as it was, it wasn’t worth the trouble to deal with. 

Drift cleared his vocalizer after a few klicks. “... So, the course change?” He prompted. 

Oh yeah. Rodimus reset his vocalizer to catch the navigator’s attention. “Hey, can you adjust the ship’s course out of the asteroid field’s path?” Rodimus felt that shudder wash over him again, a little stronger this time, warming him from his tanks outwards. He, again, covered the little pleasured noise with a cough. Distantly, he worried if it was convincing enough. 

[Great choice, Rodimus!]

“... Of course, captain.” The navigator said slowly, seeming a little bewildered by the request.

Rodimus nodded a little. His intake felt dry. Was it warmer on the bridge than usual? “Uhm- In fact, uh… Could you tell me the ship’s current heading again? I’d like to know if,” He glanced at Drift briefly, trying to note if there were any movements to indicate if he was responsible for these untoward feelings. “... if there are any other… obstacles we should be worried about…”

Not so much as a twitch from the other bot as another sizzling wave of pleasure came over his frame. 

[Very good, Rodimus!]

Rodimus could feel his panels starting to heat up. He crossed his legs quickly.

“Absolutely, sir! So, from our current course, it looks like we should be relatively safe, aside from the asteroid field. If we adjust the trajectory by-” 

Rodimus had zoned out, but nodded along pleasantly. He pawed around his processor. There had to be some code out of place, maybe he really should go see Ratchet. 

Rodimus swallowed dryly. Well… it wasn’t so bad… It was weird and kind of embarrassing but…

“Alright then, yes, let's adjust our trajectory to take us…” Rodimus thought for a moment, before pointing at the star map display ahead of them. “Between those two planets there. You said they were uninhabited right?”

“That’s right, sir.”

“Okay, then through there it is.” Rodimus concluded. He bit down on his own glossa as another hot wave rolled over him. He dismissed the prompt to open his panels and leaned back, a little stiffer than usual.

[Great work, Rodimus!] 

Drift laid a gentle servo on his shoulder pauldron. Rodimus absently reached up to brush his digits against it, blinking a bit before turning to look at his amica. The affectionate, proud smile on his face made Rodimus’ tanks feel funny. 

Rodimus smiled back, trying to keep the strain out of his field as he did. 

*

This had to be the best 15 shanix Drift had ever spent. He could count on both servos the amount of times Rodimus had been this work oriented! And with such wise choices. He didn’t want to seem braggy, but Drift believed he’d earned a pat on the back.

“And so- Uhuh… and no other transmissions?” Rodimus muttered, hanging over Blaster’s shoulder as he looked over the datapad he had provided. 

Drift beamed to himself, readjusting his servos to rest on his sword’s scabbards. This was such a good idea. Rodimus nodded, patting Blaster on the shoulder and muttering a quick, “Keep up the good work!” before turning on his heel strut and awkwardly marching back towards the captain’s seat. 

Drift opened his mouth to offer Rodimus a compliment as he passed, however- The expression on Rodimus’ face was… strained. Tense, but a little absent. His optics darted about his amica’s frame, taking in quick details as he approached. His plating was slick with coolant in places, his movement jerky and unfocused, and his optics flickering. 

“Roddy-?” Drift began, cocking his head with concern as he shifted closer. 

“Wuh?” Rodimus turned to look at him, leaning a little too heavily against the arm of the captain’s chair and casually crossing one leg over the other. 

“... Are you feeling alright?” Drift asked. He was trying very hard not to let his processor run, which felt impossible considering the apparent distress Rodimus was under. He monitored his own venting, making sure they didn’t kick on too fiercely at the thought that Rodimus was unwell. He had to remain cool, especially in a situation where he might have to act. 

Rodimus’ field clamped back. Not a good sign. He made a face, optics going a little wide and tracing along a very interesting bit of wall geometry conveniently over Drift’s shoulder. He chewed at the inside of his cheek for a moment before popping his intake open with a click. “... Yeah!” he said unconvincingly, straightening up stiffly and putting his servos on his hips. “Never better, why?”

“Oh- just asking.” Drift shrugged a bit, trying to seem unconcerned. It felt impossible. He cleared his vocalizer a bit, rocking on his heels. He could feel the anxious energy crackling in his frame. He tried for a compliment as Rodimus shifted to sit down. “You’ve been doing really great today by the way.” He offered a warm little smile. 

Drift felt himself tense up as Rodimus’ optics dimmed at his words, jaw briefly going tight and frame quivering for a moment. He half slipped and half sat down into the captain’s chair, seemingly taking a second to compose himself. Drift could’ve sworn he heard Rodimus’ fans click on for a moment before being manually turned off.  “Nnnmmh-! That’s nice of you to say!” Rodimus replied, voice choked in his throat as his digits gripped the arms of the chair. 

Drift’s servo went tight on the edge of his scabbard. He fought for something to say. It was beginning to dawn on him that the correlation between Rodimus’ strange- if not unwelcome- change in behaviour and his odd twitching and sweating and vocal tics may become incredibly obvious to the rest of the bridge. It also was occurring to him that there were several steps in his plan that could have been more thorough, i.e. getting any more specific information on the patch from the seller before slapping it onto his best friend and partner. 

Drift wracked his processor for anything he could remember about processor viruses being passed through patches. It was obviously common, painfully common, stupidly common, but nothing in Drift’s antivirals had pinged when he’d scanned the patch, nor had any malicious lines of code come back. Was he just not thorough enough? 

His optics darted back to Rodimus. The look he had was familiar, but Drift couldn’t place it. He was leaning almost languidly back in the seat, one of his servos cupped pensively over his chin and lips. His pose portrayed a feigned pensiveness, but the knit of his brow was too light for that, the look in his optics too vacant. Strangest of all, Rodimus was entirely still.

Drift swallowed. “... Rodimus?”

“Mmmm?” Rodimus hummed, suddenly jolting again before sitting up fully and folding his hands in his lap. “What’s up?” He added.

Drift fought for the right words again. “... You’re sure you’re okay?”

Rodimus frowned, rolling his optics. “I’m peachy, Drift-” He began, almost imperceptibly tensing before cracking a jovial, but forced smile. “I uh- appreciate the concern but… I’m just feeling…” He seemed to be tiptoeing, staying careful as if he were talking down an armed combatant. “... very… helpful! Today!” He  nodded, as if also convincing himself. 

Drift’s brow furrowed deeper, grinding his dentas with stress. If that didn’t confirm it was the patch doing this, he didn’t know what could. He wished the floor would open up and swallow him for being such a careless friend, putting something so dangerous on his amica. Drift glanced around, surveying if anyone present was listening. He winced. Half the bridge were stealing glances at them, clearly befuddled by Rodimus’ sudden change in leadership style. 

Drift leaned down a bit, trying not to feel awful when Rodimus flinched back a bit. He opened his intake, about to speak when Rodimus quickly held up a digit, optics going glassy as he seemingly read a ping in his processor. 

He watched Rodimus bite down an annoyed groan. It was endearing to see his vocalizer rumble a little in his throat cabling. “Listen, Its-” Rodimus measured his words again, “It’s really… conscientious of you… to be so concerned… but! I promise I’m just fine. Now, Ultra Magnus left some datawork in my office that I have to go finish.” Rodimus said, voice soured with false pep. 

“Oh- Yeah-!” Drift nodded, leaning back and clearing his vocalizer again. “Do you want me to keep an eye on things while you do that?” 

Rodimus paused as he stood up, a look of panic briefly appearing before washing away under another wave of fake polite contentment. “Oh- uh- if you- If that’s not um-” He babbled, his frame tightening again. This time, a brief lick of excess charge arced between Rodimus’ lips. Drift felt his face flush a bit. “I- think. That would be… a really good idea.” He seemed to tense again, his smile looking more like bared teeth as he grit the words out. 

Rodimus began to shuffle across the bridge, almost exaggerating his stride as he made his way to his office. Drift watched the door slide closed behind him and turned his attention back through the windshield of the ship. Anxiety was eating him alive at this point. He tried his absolute hardest not to let the guilt consume him before he found a solution, so he worried his lip between his dentas a bit and took a deep, calming vent, before composing his message. 

[D: Hey, honey. So, hypothetically speaking, what are the chances of a topical datapatch having an as of yet unknown virus on it that can go undetected by an up to date antiviral scan?]

Drift fidgeted for a moment, before adding:

[D: And does the answer change if the datapatch cost 15 shanix?]

He let out a long sigh, attempting to cool his spiraling processor and offlining his optics. He assured himself that even though he’d made a mistake, there was nothing that Ratchet couldn’t fix, medically speaking. He allowed himself to settle into a bit of a meditative state, drawing in a calming vent.

[R: What the frag did you do?]

*

Okay, Rodimus was now PRETTY sure…. He knew what was going on. He wasn’t sure why, or exactly how, but somehow, Drift was behind this. He was just way more complimentary than normal, and considering that apparently, somehow, compliments from Drift- or anyone, so it seemed- made him feel aroused, he was pretty sure this was just some kinky sex thing Drift had wanted to try but been too shy to warn him about. Under most circumstances, Rodimus might have thought that was a bad thing, communication was important in a relationship, even if Drift could be cagier than a zoo sometimes.

Under the current circumstances, his lust-addled brain believed it was actually a very very good, very very sexy thing. He could probably do without his array being stimulated in response to doing his job, but he figured it was some part of an elaborate roleplay he would be let in on soon. 

Rodimus let his mind wander, an indulgent smirk stretching across his face as he considered all the sexy ways Drift would likely be messing with him once he told him what was up. 

Another shock jerked through his frame, stronger this time, making Rodimus’ leg kick up involuntarily. Rodimus hissed as he banged his knee on the underside of his desk, gripping the dented spot and putting his forehelm down on the desk for a moment to groan in anger. 

[Don’t lose focus on your work, Rodimus!] Drift’s voice chirped jovially in his processor. Rodimus felt curse words bubbling up in his vocalizer, opening his intake to let some free when he received another shock before the first syllables escaped.

[A good captain is polite to his crew!] 

“There’s no crew in here!!” Rodimus hissed out to himself, sitting back up and snatching the datapad he was working on off the table. 

Okay, so there were some parts of this whole arrangement that were distinctly unsexy, but he figured when his shift was over he could bother Drift about how lame the premise of his fantasy was. For now, the win conditions seemed pretty simple: pretend to care about his job-

ZAP[So close! Try again, Rodimus!]

… Do his job well for a whole shift, get rewarded when he’s good, get zapped when he’s bad. 

It was just difficult to judge what Drift- and by extension, the program that had wormed its way into his processor- considered good and bad behaviour. So far he had worked out that getting complimented was a guarantee at a reward, as was… sadly… doing his actual job in a more ‘responsible’ and ‘efficient’ way. Rodimus idly tapped at the datapad, doing his best(ish) to focus on the glyphs in front of him as he perused the form. He was pretty sure it was a request from Ultra Magnus that he’d slipped into his datawork, something about an added rule to the ship surrounding the proper conduct of bringing new scientific specimens on board. Rodimus was frankly disinterested. He could feel his array urging him to slack a bit and tend to it. Rodimus already knew what doing so would earn him though.

He signed off on the form, checking a solid ‘No’ for the approval of the rule before setting the datapad aside. Rodimus allowed himself an indulgent little moan at the tingling feeling that washed over his frame. His visual field went rimmed with static for a moment. The arousal clung to his frame, sticky and hot in his tanks as he swallowed the drool in his salivating intake. 

[Great work, Rodimus! Reward strength increased by 20%! Let’s do another!]

Rodimus rocked himself in his seat. He could feel his valve attempt to cycle down, nothing there to squeeze as it helplessly lubricated itself further. Rodimus reached for another datapad and began to scroll through it. Ah, another beautiful form for… something. Release form? Rodimus squinted at it. Boy, it was getting hard to focus. He pressed his thighs together around his panels and rocked a little harder. His optics flickered. He could feel his mesh pressing up against the heated metal of his modesty panels, slick enough to offer little friction. It was maddening. 

ZAP![Don’t lose focus on your work, Rodimus!] 

Right, yes. Rodimus needed to work. He looked back at the datapad, grinding his dentas together as he swallowed the whimper of pain that came with the shock. His spoiler was quivering against his will, having spasmed from the jolt. 

It looked like um…. Uh… it looked like it was supposed to be some… form for… time off? OH! A time off request! Rodimus scrolled through it to look for the designation of who had asked. He raised his brows in surprise when he realized it was Ultra Magnus again. He smirked to himself as he approved it and sent it off. How nice of him it was, to give the big guy a break-

[Great job, Rodimus!]

Rodimus huffed out steam, curling over the datapad and gritting his dentas as another shiver ran up his back strut. He was doing really great. Maybe this was the real reward for being selfless. He decided that probably wasn’t a very altruistic way of looking at things, but then also decided that in the context of whatever weird kink scene Drift was running for him, it didn’t really matter. 

He leaned his cheek against the top of his desk and let his optics go offline. Rodimus tried to remember how many datapads he’d completed before getting distracted- he thought it was 7, which was a new record for him- and tried to weigh that number against how much he wanted to take a break to… take care of business. He nibbled at his lip quietly, letting one of his servos slip down between his thighs.

ZAP![That can wait until after your shift! Keep up the good work!]

Rodimus whimpered. It was an undignified little noise, one he couldn’t help as pain skittered over his plating. He shakily reached out to the pile of other datapads and began to scroll through. He could feel that almost ASMR like tingle of a code rooting around his processor. That probably wasn’t a good sign, but again, if this was Drift’s doing, as he suspected it was, he would be perfectly fine. 

[More motivation needed?] [Accept] [Deny]

Rodimus considered the prompt, shivering again at the way they rang in Drift’s voice. 

[Acceptance Confirmed!]

Rodimus choked down a groan as his sensors lit up again, to a low, thrumming degree. It wasn’t anything too terribly intense, but it was constant now, rather than the quick rolling pulses from before. He ground his dentas together, his vocalizer clicking and whining with static. 

[Let’s do another datapad!] 

Rodimus obeyed, returning his focus to the datapad and beginning to read. His processor felt slowed slightly by the sensation rolling over his frame, but he remained determined. It was uh… He thought it was another acquisition request. Primus, this was impossible. He swallowed again, trying to keep from drooling. He wasn’t about to ruin this feeling with a shock- though the shocks did feel less… annoying… than they used to. He managed to parse that it was an acquisition request for new parts for a replacement shuttle. He signed and accepted again. 

[Very good, Rodimus! Increasing reward]

The feeling ratcheted up another level and Rodimus let out a delirious little laugh. He rolled his helm back to bump against the back of his chair, relaxing into the seat and letting his legs fall open. He pawed around for the next datapad. 

“Hahh… Being helpful rules…” Rodimus mumbled out as he opened the datapad. A brief ripple of stronger sensation rolled over him, reminding him that, yes, being helpful was very good, and he was being a very good bot for being helpful. Rodimus chewed on his lip, trying to clear his vocalizer of the static. 

A longer file this time. He tried not to feel too frustrated at it as he scrolled through. Oh, this was another one of those reminders Magnus prepared for him, something about the new intergalactic laws he’d have to remember that they’d picked up since entering this new dimension. Rodimus’ engine snarled a bit in annoyance as he skimmed the glyphs on screen disinterestedly. He found himself muttering aloud about the stupidity of it all before he could stop himself.

ZAP![Try again!]

A thin whine weasled it’s way out of his traitorous vocalizer. The mix of that pain and the continuing pleasure made him feel odd. He didn’t like how good that felt. 

Rodimus was in the wrong of course, it was very nice of Ultra Magnus to put together a nice helpful document for him to remember! Everyone wanted the best for him after all, especially Mags. He’d have to thank him the next time he saw him. 

Rodimus ground his dentas together. Those thoughts felt wrong in his head, but he needed to think them, he needed to because he was good and helpful and he deserved to feel good. Rodimus dutifully read through the document, reminding himself over and over that he wanted to be good when his attention began to wander. By the time he got to the checkbox to confirm it had been read, he could have cried with joy at a release from the maddening slog. He hit the checkbox and set the datapad aside.

[Good job, Rodimus! Increasing reward]

Rodimus groaned out. It felt like the increase was more intense than last time. He felt his spike attempt to pressurize, bumping against his panels as he held them shut through force of will. He was hanging on by a thread. He reached down between his legs to knead at the sensitive, overheated plating with his palm. 

ZAP![You’re still on shift, Rodimus! Let’s finish another datapad!]

Rodimus keened out, pushing his servo harder against his panels. “P-Please-” He wheezed out, as if there were someone to hear him.

ZAP![You’re still on shift, Rodimus! Let’s finish another datapad!]

He could feel his mesh twitching and aching behind his panels. He pulled his hand back with a hiss, biting back a pathetic whine as it came back wet with transfluid. He felt delirious, his processor fogged with static and lust. He nabbed another three datapads and opened one. 

It was supposed to be… He thought it was… Rodimus could hardly focus. The feeling had wracked up again briefly to encourage him to look at the datapad, and it had completely shattered whatever minute focus he had pulled together to even look at the pad in the first place. He let out another undignified groan, leaning back and letting his legs fall open wider as he scrolled through the near unintelligible pad. He let the other two rest on his belly and shakily gripped either side of the datapad. He brought it close to his face. 

Words whipped past. New… Morale survey…. Less than…. Results… Rodimus fumbled for the approval mark, earning another shock as Drift’s voice curled around his processor. [Be sure to read thoroughly before making decisions!]

“U-uhuh-” Rodimus moaned out, “S-sorryy…” He scrolled back to the top. He managed to gather that it was a memo regarding the results of a crew morale survey and shakily hit the check mark to approve publicly revealing the results.

[Great idea, Rodimus! Keep up the good work! Increasing reward]

Rodimus cried out, unable to stifle his vocalizer as his hips jerked up against his will. His optics rebooted on their own, his visual field full of static and sparks. Embarrassingly, Rodimus felt a spurt of his own transfluid trickle out from under his panels as they quivered. He stared at the next datapad and drooled. It was blessedly short, just a brief memo informing him of the proposed time of their next refuel stop. He confirmed it and braced himself as he shakily went to place it on his desk.

[Very good, Rodimus! Increasing reward]

The datapad clattered to the ground. Rodimus hardly felt his body give out, going completely stiff as his pistons fritzed and tightened. “NNnn-uuhn-!!” Rodimus gasped out, gritting his dentas as hard as he could as his array bloomed in mind numbing pleasure. He opened his mouth again, spitting static as his sensory field was engulfed in intense pleasure. 

He swore he almost rebooted when he overloaded then. His frame went tight and stiff, hips jerking and bucking as transfluid poured out around the edges of his panels. His mind felt melted, the pleasure comingling with the mild sting of another chiding shock. 

[What a mess, Rodimus! You’ll have to clean that up!] 

Rodimus went limp in his seat, engine purring unevenly and chassis shuddering with each vent. The voice was right, it was a mess, or rather he was a mess. He shivered. 

[How are you feeling, Rodimus?] [Query: continue?] [accept] [deny]

Rodimus smiled dumbly, sinking to his knees and pawing around his subspace for a cloth. 

…

[Accept]

“I-I feel… h-hah…. Helpful…” Rodimus murmured, dutifully beginning to wipe the transfluid off his floor. He felt another swell of pleasure as the strange code began its processes once again. Rodimus twitched, the feeling suddenly more intense than it probably should have been. He moaned, his oversensitive array beginning to swell again. 

That was probably fine, right?

*

Drift had slipped away into a maintenance closet after assuring those working on the bridge had things well handled. It was at that point, with a guilty spark, that Drift finally returned the several pings Ratchet had sent him while demanding he call.

Drift cleared his vocalizer, attempting a chipper, confident tone, “Sweetspark! How’s your shift-” He started.

“What did you do, Drift?” Ratchet bit out in complete exasperation. Drift could hear the muffled sounds of the medbay at work outside of Ratchet’s office. He silently thanked whoever would hear him for his conjunx’ privacy, and silently cursed them for how good Ratchet had gotten at seeing through his acts.

“Well-” Drift began. It was like a dam broke. “I got this stupid topical datapatch from a flea market ages ago that said it was something about positive and negative reinforcement- and I figured that Rodimus had been kind of sliding into some bad habits-”

Ratchet snorted, “Sliding into them? Like they weren’t already there.” he quipped, sounding like he was half paying attention. Drift could hear shuffling, as if the medic were looking for something.

“Okay yeah, sure, this is a great time for that attitude, Ratty-” Drift hissed indignantly.

“What did you do with the patch?” Ratchet prompted, glossing over his partner’s offense. 

“... I programmed it so Roddy would be rewarded for doing his job well, and punished for doing it badly-?” Drift choked out. He felt terrible, it sounded even worse when he said it out loud. Primus, he was such an idiot. 

Ratchet’s beleaguered sigh didn’t help. “Alright, and what does it mean by ‘reward’ and ‘punish’.” 

Drift drew a blank. He was a moron, a complete slag for brains. He hadn’t even thought to ask that. “... I don’t know- I figured it would-! I don’t know, set off a dopamine protocol or something, maybe shock him or pinch him or something if he messed up-! LOOK! I don’t know- I messed up- I think I messed up really really bad too-” He had begun to ramble, only cut off as Ratchet hushed him as gently as he possibly could manage. 

“Hey, hey, now that’s not going to help anyone, there’s no need to panic. Can you describe what symptoms he’s displaying?” Ratchet asked. Were he not so panicked, Drift might have made a jab about how much better his bedside manner was when it came to him. 

“I um… He seems kind of sweaty, maybe a little overheated, but nothing terrible like that… He’s kind of stiff, and he keeps shivering and jumping, like he’s skittish or something?” Drift explained. He worried his lip between his dentas and paced around the confined space restlessly. 

Every moment of silence between them felt like hours as Ratchet seemed to be looking something up. “Okay… well that’s pretty… sort of general,” Ratchet mused unhelpfully. “That sounds like it could be a lot of things.” 

Drift fought back a strangled, anxious whine. Clearly he hadn’t tried hard enough, considering Ratchet quickly added, “most of which are harmless or easy to fix!” In an attempt to soothe him. 

“But- some are… fatal?” Drift mumbled out. 

“Drift, it’s probably just a minor bug. If things get worse, you can wrangle him towards the medbay and we’ll get him looked at, alright?” Ratchet huffed out. 

Drift let out a weary little sigh, stepping out of the maintenance closet. Rodimus had been in his office for almost two hours at this point. “... I’m just worried about anything powerful enough to convince Rodimus to complete his datawork.” Drift attempted the joke, knowing before it left his lips that it fell flat. Ratchet chuckled anyway. 

“If you’re that scared you should check on him.” Ratchet offered. 

Drift nodded to himself, despite knowing Ratchet wouldn’t pick the gesture up. “... Yeah, yeah, I’ll do that.” He sighed out, adjusting his posture and trying to casually walk towards Rodimus’ office.

“You know, you could do with doting on him less, Drift.” Ratchet continued, casually holding the conversation as he seemed to be sorting his datapads back in order. Drift opened his mouth to retort, but froze. His digits hovered over the keypad of the door, just shy of activating it. 

He tipped his helm to the side, pressing his audial up against the metal as he tried to confirm what he’d thought he’d heard. A shiver ran up his backstrut to the tips of his finials as he caught the sound of a breathless moan from the other side of the door.

Rodimus’ voice was muffled and slurred, vocalizer raw as he babbled something. Drift strained his audials, muting his call with Ratchet to pick up the sounds he was hearing properly. 

Drift’s tanks dropped.

“... I- ah… I love… h-helping… D-doing datawork is s-so-OH-Oh s-so helpful… I’m a h-helpful captainnnNNnhhh~!” Rodimus moaned, his noises accented by the sound of a creaking chair. 

 He dropped the call with Ratchet immediately, impatiently swatting the code into the control pad next to the door. His vents hitched as his odor sensors were bowled over by the scent of coolant and transfluid. 

His amica was plastered against the top of the desk, kneeling in his chair as he rocked his hips back and forth. He was clutching a datapad in his shaky servos, a stylus pinched between two digits as he scrolled through it. Datapads littered the floor and desktop. It looked like more had been completed in a few hours than he’d done in the entire last decacycle. 

Rodimus’ expression was vacantly content, his faceplate flushed deep with energon and slick with coolant. There was a puddle of oral solvent gathering under his chin where it laid on the desk. His optics were flickering between frighteningly dim and almost white with excess charge.

“Rodimus??” Drift spoke, his intake feeling dry. 

Rodimus’ optics turned dimly to him, his smile suddenly faltering as he looked at him. “D-Drift!” He keened out weakly, forcing himself back into a smile. “D-didjou need somethin’?” he slurred out.

Drift slammed his palm on the door’s close button and rushed around the side of his desk. He could hear his energon rushing in his audials. It was worse than he thought. There was almost a puddle of transfluid under Rodimus’ desk, his panels popped lewdly open and drenched with excess fluid. Guilt roiled in Drift’s tanks. Of course it couldn’t have just been a simple overheating error. Of course it had to have completely fried Rodimus’ processor. Whenever it rained for Drift it poured, it would only make sense that the thing he’d tried to do to help his amica left him a steaming, drooling mess. He’d be lucky to get Rodimus back to the medbay before he melted, from the state of him, let alone get him properly fixed up. 

“Roddy- Oh primus-!” Drift whimpered out, rushing to his side and gently taking his arm. Rodimus was hot to the touch, steam rising from his vents and lips as he clumsily reached a servo down between his legs to try and force his array back behind his panels. He jolted and twitched, letting out something that sounded dangerously close to a sob. “I am so sorry-!” Drift’s hands fumbled, slinging Rodimus’ arm over his shoulders and hauling him up off the chair. 

Rodimus groaned in distress as the datapad he was working on tumbled out of his digits. “W-wait- H-hey-!” He panted out, weakly fighting against Drift’s hold. “‘M fine, I gotta- hahhnnn, f-frag- Drift, I got d-datapads to-” He felt Rodimus go tense, letting out a long, staticky whine. 

Drift began to haul Rodimus towards the door, ignoring his protests as he shuffled him out into the hallway. He kept tensing and shivering, gritting his dentas as he tried to hold in those horribly undignified, horribly distracting noises. “I’m gonna get you to medbay, alright, just hold on for me, Roddy.” Drift ordered, allowing his guilt to wash off his back for a moment. He had a mission now. 

“O-Okayyyy…” Rodimus huffed amenably, shakily wobbling over Drift’s side. 

“Good mech, I’ll-” Drift started, cut off again as Rodimus’ knee joints gave out and he fell heavily against his side. 

“A-ahah- ouuh f-frag-” Rodimus hissed, his free servo coming down to press against his now closed and oozing panels. A glob of transfluid drizzled off of his thigh and splattered on the floor. 

Drift grit his dentas and reached down, deftly hauling Rodimus up into his arms. This would be faster anyway. He began to jog down the hallway, Rodimus dangling from his arms and shivering. He rolled his helm to lay against Drift’s chest, letting out a breathless whine against his plating. “Just hold on, just keep venting for me, okay?” Drift’s voice was a clipped order, not wanting to risk his words getting away from him as he ran down the hallways. 

Rodimus’ chassis shook, his shoulder vents heaving and expelling steam with each breath. “O-oh primus- D-drift- This- ah- T-this is- nn-NNnGHAH!” He cried out, suddenly going tense in Drift’s arms.

“What is it-!?” Drift asked, not looking down. He couldn’t let anything distract him from getting Rodimus to the medbay before he had a full system meltdown. His question was answered when he felt a splatter of wetness hit his arm where he had cradled his amica’s thighs. Drift fought to keep his fuel pump from stopping as Rodimus moaned wantonly and gushed from his panels, leaving a splatter against the floor and Drift’s arm. Focus, focus, his partner was in distress, there was no time to think of anything else, least of all being horny over his sick amica.

He skidded around a corner, judging the quickest route to the medbay and nearly falling down a flight of stairs in his trek towards it. Rodimus couldn’t stop shaking, his vocalizer dissolved into weak clicking static and whines. He dug his digits into Drift’s plating, his hips bucking and rolling as he rode out his overload. His whole frame was sticky with coolant and transfluid, overheated so much that Drift was surprised all the fluids weren’t evaporating as quickly as they appeared. 

Doors, decks, lifts, and hallways were a blur. He hardly gave any mind to the bots he passed, or the fact Rodimus was leaving a trail of transfluid through the decks. He knew when he was lucid, if he was ever lucid again, Rodimus would probably be mortified. It was easier not to think about it. He hoped he was going fast enough that the crew didn’t pay him much mind. 

Drift skidded on his heel struts as he overshot the entrance of the medbay, scrambling in through the doorway. “RATCHET!” He shouted, rushing for his conjunx’ office. 

Drift nearly bowled the other bot over as he shot into the room, disregarding Ratchet’s protests as he rolled Rodimus out of his arms and onto the rarely used medical slab. 

“Slagging pit, Drift, what’s gotten into-” Ratchet started. He had already begun to approach the slab, his intake clamping shut as he surveyed Rodimus’ frame. The aforementioned mech seemed unaware of his own plight, his optics flickering blankly at the ceiling as he moved his intake as if to form words, even though nothing escaped his vocalizer but squealing static and unintelligible moans. Ratchet silently wheeled his desk chair over to the side of the slab and began to examine him. 

Drift kept his own vents as even as he could, offlining his optics and attempting to relax himself. Things would be fine, Rodimus was in good hands, and it wouldn’t be long before everything was back to normal.

“Stop pacing, it’s distracting.” Ratchet chided, not even looking at him as he began to scan the indisposed captain. He was incredibly focused when he got working, regarding Rodimus with a look like he was a crossword puzzle he was trying to solve. 

Drift ignored how handsome that look was on him. He went still, leaning back against Ratchet’s desk and eyeing Rodimus’ prone frame. He felt sick with guilt, now that his job was done and all he could do was wait, he felt the bitter cold of shame washing in. How could he have been so careless? How could he have been so cruel? To think he knew what was best for him-

Ratchet paused, going still for a moment before sighing and leaning back in his chair. Drift looked at him hopefully, then fearfully as he pinched the bridge of his nose and dragged his hand down his face. “Drift.” 

“Is it worse than we thought?” Drift mumbled, half shell shocked at the very concept.

“... Can you recall… the name of the stall… you bought this patch from?” Ratchet said evenly. It was clearly an effort on his part to hold back a note of annoyance. 

“I-I don’t know- It was just a novelty datapatch stand, somewhere in an open market in a port town I think?” Drift supplied readily. Would that really help? He certainly hoped so. He turned his attention back to Rodimus, watching him wriggle restlessly against the slab. “... He’s not fried, is he?”

“No, no he is not.” Ratchet laced his fingers, putting on a sarcastically pleasant look and turning to smile icily at his conjunx. “Tell me, Drift, what do you imagine the potential uses for a patch like this to be?” 

Drift cocked his head, befuddled. He supposed he hadn’t really thought about it, beyond what he planned to use it for. He opened and closed his intake, searching for something to say. “I… I guess maybe to… teach… new recruits…?” 

“To teach new recruits?” Ratchet repeated, his tone saccharine and condescending. “So it’s a military training patch, do you think?” He turned to Rodimus for a moment. “Mind rolling over for me, cap?” 

Rodimus let out a weak, slow groan and did as he was told. His whole frame shuddered again, his joints tensing and twitching as another glob of transfluid squirted out from the seams in his panels. He drooled against the slab, mumbling a garbled “Y-y’r such a g-great doctor, Ratchhh~” before going back to panting and whimpering. 

“Thanks, kid. Now, Drift.” Ratchet reached out, manhandling Rodimus’ spoiler and eliciting another animalistic moan from the prone mech. He lifted the spoiler out of the way, disregarding Rodimus’ babbling as he continued to paint the slab pink. Ratchet pointed at the patch. “Do you wanna tell me which species marks its military patches with a smiley face?” 

Drift’s optic twitched a bit. He bristled, tilting his head at his conjunx. How could he be messing around at a time like this, Rodimus was in distress and he was- the nerve! “I-I don’t know- Clearly you’ve figured it out, can you just get to the point!?” Drift snapped. 

“It’s a BDSM patch, slaghead!!” Ratchet barked back, dropping the pretenses of politeness as he threw his servos in the air. “It’s fragging clogged with interfacing codes and pleasure center triggers, and- AND- If I'm right, which I’m pretty sure I am, I think you bought this from the interfacing section of whatever patch store you got it from!” 

Drift’s intake snapped shut. Heat rolled over his frame, mingling with the guilt in his spark in a sickening tango. He buried his face in his hands. It was already terrible when he thought he’d infected Rodimus with a virus, now he’d possibly infected Rodimus with a virus and made him horny while he did it. 

“He’s fine, Drift, he’s just…” Ratchet threw a look over his shoulder at Rodimus, who at this point was rolling his hips against the medical slab as he gurgled his own drool. “... overheated a little. I don’t think I’ve seen anyone this cycled up in a while…�� He trailed off, pausing for a moment before snorting out a laugh. 

“What-! What’s funny about this- this is awful!” Drift wailed. Embarrassment had taken to the dancefloor in his spark too, now. His faceplate burned. 

“He got off this much on doing his job… Primus…” Ratchet snickered, shaking his head before shifting around to fully face Rodimus again. “Alright, kid, I’m gonna get this patch off you, okay?” His index digit swiftly reformatted its tip into a fine scalpel.

 “Mmmkayyyy….” Rodimus mumbled, turning his helm to gaze lovingly up at the doctor. “Y-y’do so much… for the ship, Ratty…” He supplied helpfully, shivering a bit as he reached out and rubbed at Ratchet’s thigh affectionately.

“Only Drift gets to call me that, Rodimus.” He chided gently, nudging the edge of the scalpel under the patch. “Usually these suckers pop right off after they run out of battery, but I don’t think we want to know how long that’ll take.” Ratchet informed the room.

Drift squinted at him, cocking his head. “You seem to know an awful lot about this sort of thing…”

 “I’ll tell ya later.” With a flick of his digits the patch popped off, flipping in the air briefly before Ratchet caught it in his palm. “There.” 

Rodimus let out a confused moan, glancing around blearily. “Wha…? Where’d da….-” He shook his helm, resetting his optics as he rolled over and wheezed out one last gush of steam. “Primus….”

“I’m so sorry, Roddy- I didn’t know-” Drift started, immediately coming to his side. 

“Nnnhh… Frag… That was intense…” Rodimus huffed out, rolling his head to face Drift with a confident, content little smile. “Didn’t expect that kinda thing from you- Ouf!” 

Drift plastered himself against Rodimus’ front, squeezing him tightly and letting out a relieved sigh. “I didn’t know it was a sex thing- I swear, I just thought that-” He started to explain.

“You- Wait-” Rodimus’ tone immediately shifted. “You didn’t know???”

Drift’s spark twisted. “I-I thought maybe I could teach you to be-” He winced at his own words, “More… considerate?”

Rodimus pushed Drift back, keeping a shaky hold on his shoulders. “YOU GAVE ME THE BEST OVERLOAD OF MY LIFE OVER DATA WORK BECAUSE YOU THOUGHT I SUCKED?!” Rodimus shouted, his vocalizer cracking in places from how raw it was. 

Drift bit his lip, “Roddy-”

“DO– DO NOT Roddy me right now-!” 

“I don’t think you suck- It’s just-” Drift floundered, turning to look at Ratchet helplessly. Ratchet just looked back, an amused smile playing on his dermas. “... I dunno, I was wrong- I thought maybe- you’d respond better if you got immediate rewards for… doing the right thing…” 

Rodimus stammered incredulously for a moment, sitting up and shaking Drift’s shoulders. “I-! Wha- I- I’m not a newmake!!! You could’ve told me if you had a problem with me!”

Drift averted his gaze. Rodimus made a strangled, desperate noise. “YOU COULD HAVE!! I’m so approachable!!” 

“Alright, alright, you’re both very approachable and very sorry.” Ratchet piped up, stepping between the two and prying Rodimus off of his conjunx. “You two can talk this elsewhere.” He looked pointedly at the puddle Rodimus had left on his medical slab. “... I have some cleaning to do. Go use the washracks or something.” He shooed the two of them out of the room, Rodimus’ legs quivering weakly as he wobbled out of the office. 

An icy silence had come over the pair of them. Drift kept his gaze ahead, not acknowledging First Aid poking his head out of his office, nor Velocity looking up from her organization work. He almost wondered if it was more odd for them to be both- to varying degrees- covered in transfluid, or that they weren’t talking to one another. 

He cautiously extended his field towards Rodimus, hoping his radiating guilt would clue him in on his apologeticness. Drift winced at the prickling embarrassment and disappointment he got back. 

It was a blessing that the medbay had washracks in it, it was a curse that there weren’t stalls, only flimsy curtains to separate each block from the next. Rodimus stormed into one of the racks and swished his curtain shut. Drift sighed and walked into his own, turning on the taps and offlining his optics as warm solvent washed over his plating. He took the time to clear his mind and vent as slowly as he could. It was hard to shake the regret. 

After a long moment of quiet between them, Rodimus spoke. “... I’m not a bad captain…” He asserted, but it felt more like a question.

“... No. Not at all, Roddy.” Drift sighed, lifting up his arm and watching the transfluid wick off of it. “I don’t think you are… I should have been more responsible, I’m sorry.” 

“... ‘s okay.” Rodimus mumbled. “You should keep feeling bad about it, I think.” There was humour in his tone, but it was outweighed by the bitterness. 

“Don’t worry, I will.” Drift quipped back, the levity in his tone doing little to hide the truth in his response.

“I mean it would’ve been cool if you’d told me!” Rodimus added, glossing over Drift’s words. Maybe he hadn’t heard him. 

Drift rolled his optics, biting back a smile. He was supposed to be feeling bad about this, Rodimus was making it difficult. “Oh yeah?”

“I mean it was lame that you made me overload about doing my job but… I dunno- it felt good, that's all.” Rodimus continued, his voice a bit bashful. “M-most of it anyway, I could’ve done without the… y’know. The shocking. And if you wanted me to fix my act you could’ve just said so.” 

“Would you have turned the ship out of the asteroid field if you didn’t get shocked? If I asked you nicely, no, when I asked you nicely?” Drift asked, trying not to sound too accusatory. He clamped his intake shut as soon as the words left his mouth. This wasn’t the time to be proving a point.

Rodimus stuck his helm around the edge of the shower curtain to fix Drift with his aghast expression. “Well-! Pff- Whatever… I totally would. I value your opinion.” He slunk back around under his washrack. 

“Well then you didn’t need the patch in the first place, and I’m still sorry that I couldn’t see that.” Drift sighed out, trying not to sound too sarcastic. 

“Yeah, I didn’t, thank you very much.” Rodimus sniped haughtily. 

Drift snorted out a laugh. Rodimus returned it after a moment. “... But you liked it?” Drift prompted.

“... Maybe a little.” Rodimus admitted. “... Wish I could’ve asked Ratchet to leave it on so I could finish one more time. Fragger messed with my spoiler on purpose, I just know it.” 

“Oh yeah, probably.” Drift chuckled, pausing for a moment. “... do you ever feel like Ratty knows too much about stuff like this?”

“What do you mean?” Rodimus asked, peeking around the edge of the curtain again. He was squinting through excess solvent, blowing it out of his intake before grunting in frustration. “Just- c’mere- I’m tired of shouting over the showers.” 

Drift turned his taps off and shuffled awkwardly into Rodimus’ wash block with him. “I mean like- He knew kind of quickly what the patch was, don’t you think?”

“I think you’re just a bit dense sometimes.” Rodimus shrugged. He motioned to his aft. “Can you get that? I can feel gunk stuck in the cracks, I can’t reach.” 

Drift raised a brow ridge. “Yeah? You can’t reach?”

“Which of us fragged up today, you or me?” Rodimus shot back. 

Drift rolled his optics, reaching into his subspace for a scouring pad. He wet it under the solvent stream and got to work scrubbing Rodimus’ aft and thigh paneling. “I’m still sorry.”

“I should hope so.” Rodimus sniffed. “It’s fine though, I’m super forgiving, as any great captain would be.”

Drift smiled, kneeling down a bit to get a better angle on Rodimus’ sticky plating. “Aren’t I lucky then?” He teased, curling the edge of the pad around a sensitive bit of Rodimus’ thigh armour and scrubbing fiercely. The other mech twitched and jerked his leg back, pulling in a quick hiss. “I can’t get the gunk out if you're moving.” Drift singsonged, prodding the edge of the pad between a sensitive seam and running it down from his inner thigh to his knee joint. 

“Figure it out then, I’m the victim here, accommodate me.” Rodimus nudged Drift with his opposing knee, as if preparing to kick him. Drift steadied his free hand against the offending leg. 

“Oh, yes sir, I’m so so sorry for my insolence, oh great and righteous captain.” Drift moaned out dramatically, tugging the pad out of his seam and instead opting to rub it carefully over Rodimus’ modesty panels. He let out a pleased rumble from deep in his engine at this, his knees suddenly going a bit wobbly. Rodimus braced himself against the wall, trying to seem casual. Drift could feel his amica’s panels were still overheated, charge wicking off his frame in places still as he struggled to cycle down. 

“Ugh… the one time you do something kinky and it’s an accident.” Rodimus muttered to himself, adjusting his hips a bit as Drift washed him. “... unbelievable.” 

Drift sighed. He considered Rodimus’ words for a moment, wondering if maybe… in the future… after this whole stunt had simmered down, he might be able to convince him- Drift’s mind wandered to thoughts of the blissed out, vacantly obedient look on Rodimus’ face when he’d entered the office. He’d never seen it before, and now that he wasn’t panicking… it was a good look on him.

Drift shook his head quickly. There was no need to do any wishful thinking, he made his decision about that ages ago regarding his wants. He pulled his servo back with the pad still pinched in his digits. “All clean, boss.” He said, patting Rodimus’ thigh.

“I think you missed a spot.” Rodimus hummed cockily. Drift rolled his optics again.

“Did I? Wanna show me where it is?” He gasped out in feigned ignorance, giving his best approximation of a clueless ingenue. It seemed to please him, as he chuckled lowly and adjusted his stance, further sticking his aft out in that annoyingly charming, corny sort of way he liked to do. Rodimus’ panels popped open with a click. The sexy display was likely, in Rodimus’ mind at least, undercut by the pool of trapped transfluid that splattered onto the stall floor.

Drift found it probably too alluring how quickly Rodimus’ spike extended from its casing. He dropped the pad onto the tiles, abandoning all pretenses in favor of stroking a servo up over Rodimus’ spike. “Oh yeah, how could I have missed this?” He joked, using his free hand to pet fondly over his thigh. 

Rodimus let out an indulgent sigh that tapered off into a whine. “Primus, you have no idea how bad I wanted to jerk it on shift…” He mumbled, rocking his hips into Drift’s hand.

“I think I have a bit of an inkling.” Drift chuckled, sliding his other hand up to tease at Rodimus’ drenched valve. The captain jerked then, only briefly, before widening his legs and leaning into Drift’s ministrations. “I suppose the patch um… made it a bit hard…”

“Do you think?” Rodimus gasped sarcastically, only to be shut up by a whimper as Drift’s digits ran along the edge of his spikehead. He brought his index digit up and over, smearing the pearl of prefluid at his slit over the tip and then down over its underside. “A-ah, frag…”

Drift swallowed thickly, his optics flickering for a moment. He hesitated, before leaning in and drawing his glossa luxuriantly up between Rodimus’ valve lips. He caught Rodimus quickly around the thigh before he collapsed, relishing his amica’s surprised moan and rewarding his spike with a few strokes. He caught his node between his lips and laved his glossa over it gently. Drift shuddered as he drew another pleased moan from his amica. Regret and apology mingled in his tanks with the lust that had gathered there. He’d have to remember to be extra nice to Rodimus for the next few cycles, if not for Roddy’s benefit, then at least for his own conscience. 

Drift squeezed his amica’s spike and drew his servo up slowly. He shivered at the long moan that accompanied the movement, as well as the lewd drizzle of prefluid that hit the tile and swirled down the drain between them. He thought he was doing a pretty good job at apologizing already. He pulled back from Rodimus’ node, opting instead to greedily suck the excess fluid from his valveport. He swallowed gluttonously, trying and failing to suppress the growl his engine let out at the taste. He drew his tongue through the folds to press at the first few rings of calipers within, earning yet another groan from Rodimus. 

“P-primus-” Rodimus breathed, rolling his hips back against Drift’s face. “Ah- S-slag… you should mess up more often… you’re great at apologies.” He chuckled hoarsely. 

Drift flushed a bit, half shame, half embarrassment. He wanted to beg Rodimus to not bring it up, but then again, he knew from experience that covering up his mistakes didn’t lead to anything good. He instead opted to run his glossa around the edge of the hole in a careful circle, pausing to lap at his node when he passed it. Rodimus quivered, a staticky whine barely audible over the solvent’s spray escaping him. Drift redoubled his efforts, taking Rodimus’ spike in both hands and smothering it in attention. His right servo teased and rubbed at the sensitive head, gathering the prefluid there briefly before dragging down to the base, his left repeating the motion to give his amica constant, inescapable pleasure. Rodimus’ pistons went taught. Drift thought he heard the click of him locking his joints upright. 

“G-guh- frag-” He panted out, bucking his hips between the sources of his undoing. 

Drift eagerly flicked his tongue against Rodimus’ node again. He drank in the stilted, weak noises Rodimus was making like the finest high grade shanix could buy. He squeezed and stroked and sucked, chasing his amica’s edge ravenously. 

“O-Ouh- D-drift-!” Rodimus huffed out, his digits grinding against the tile. “F-fuh- frag- I’m- ah- I’m close-” He wheezed helplessly. 

Drift trembled with his own excess charge. It didn’t matter, he didn’t care. He drooled against Rodimus’ twitching, cycling valve, savouring the spurts of fluid that dribbled down his chin and chest. He held one servo around the base of Rodimus’ spike, milking the underside of it with his thumb while the other continued to pump. 

He felt his amica go stiff and pressed his glossa flat and hard against his node. Rodimus screamed out raw static, hips bucking minutely and frame shivering. Transfluid splattered both against the washrack’s tile and Drift’s face. He gave an honest effort to swallow down what he could, but even then he relished the feeling of it spilling lewdly onto his chassis. He pulled back, panting, admiring the way Rodimus’ valve cycled and fluttered around nothing in aftershocks. 

Rodimus slowly lowered himself onto his hands and knees, panting weakly as he recovered his faculties. Drift took the moment to reach up and grasp the washrack’s head and extend it to clean off the mess his amica had made, both off his own plating and Rodimus’. Once he was sufficiently pleased with their cleanliness, he switched the taps off. The cooling solvent slowed to a trickle and stopped as he sat down beside Rodimus. He rolled over off his knees and onto his aft, leaning back against the wall for a moment. 

“... Thanks, Drifty.” Rodimus sighed affectionately. 

“No problem, Roddy.” Drift’s voice was hoarser than he thought it would be. He flinched as Rodimus reached over and laid his servo against his thigh, thumbing fondly at the decorative red plating there. 

“You feel a little heated, bud, need a hand with something?” Rodimus asked innocently. Drift didn’t need to reach out to his field to sense the poison in his words.

“... I got a bit worked up, is all-” Drift started, leaning into Rodimus’ touch. 

“Hm! Interesting!” Rodimus smiled bitterly, though it was more playful than before. “You should get that figured out, pal. I’d hate for my favourite amica to be struggling like this.” 

A sliver of guilt wormed deeper into Drift’s spark. He sighed and chuckled goodnaturedly, opening his mouth to speak. He was cut off as Rodimus stood up abruptly, dragging him up with him. 

“I might be wrong, but I think I know someone who’s office needs cleaning.” Rodimus mused, tapping a digit on his chin in false thought. He turned his gaze back to Drift with an icy smirk. “Feeling helpful, Drift?” 

Drift sighed again, offering a pleasant smile. He hoped it covered up how badly he wanted to reduce Rodimus back to a quaking, panting mess. “... Always, captain.”

#transformers #my art #mtmte #valveplug #/nsfw #/nsft #driftrod #dratchrod #smut #lemon #transformers smut #drift #rodimus #ratchet #my fic

[nerdylilpeebee]

I am not one to put myself into discourse but I really need to explain something to you,

As a Palestinian you need to understand that Hamas aren't killing babies, those 40 Israeli babies were made up, this had been confirmed over and over again. Palestine is older then Israel, Isreal only started existing after WW2, Palestinian's welcomed them but we're faced with Starvation,genocide, rape and bombing in return.

It is currently Ramadan, a time of fasting from sunrise till sundown, yet they have no food nor water to have before this period.

13,000 innocent children have died. Over 300+ not even making it to their first birthday. Girls and woman are experiencing periods and pregnancy without proper supplies. Isreal is not struggling, they have received over 300+ billion dollars in support from the U.S.A alone. You're ignorance isn't some "I'm better and different" stunt. You are actively supporting the death of entire bloodlines and families.

Don't you dare pull "Well, what if their Hamas" Isreal has proved they can bomb a specific room to kill them. This isn't about Hamas, Isreal is wiping out entire families, lives, homes, etc.

They're killing innocent animals too.

To put this in your shoes, imagine if you were bombed, raped and tortured, not knowing if you were going to make it to the next day, you're being starved. Whilst media is actively supporting your nightmare, funding it, even.

Before you pull the Hamas card on me, I have been raised with Western media and in America. I find myself lucky for this even though my people are struggling.

Please, scroll through pro-Palestine tags without bringing your opinion into the matter to see what is going on. I beg.

No, honey, actually it wasn't disproven. The people who tried said "yeah, babies were beheaded, but it wasn't 40 of them." XD

Palestine is not older than Israel. There are references to Israel in the Torah, which is older than Islam. And no, the Palestinians did not "welcome Israel". XD that is blatantly false.

And really? So tell me, why do they know for sure these 13k kids have died but can't name how many of their hostages are alive? Please explain that to me. How is that possible?

Okay? Israel not struggling doesn't mean anything. XD Being weak and having your government steal the billions in foreign aid to make themselves rich does not make a war against you a genocide.

I'm not supporting the deaths of anybody, and It is 100% about Hamas, Israel literally sends warnings in an effort to avoid civilian casualties. Even if Hamas isn't lying (incredibly unlikely) they have killed less than most wars have in the modern era.

Even if I was in their shoes, honey, I wouldn't want people siding with my oppressors because westerners decided the terrorists who'd murder me for speaking against them and consider everyone I know and love to be martyrs they're happy to sacrifice are resistance fighters. And hell, there are Palestinians who hold this very stance, who knows that Hamas is the fucking problem not Israel, westerners like you just ignore them.

You were raised in America and with western media? Cool. Doesn't change that you're falling for propaganda. XD being raised in the West does not make you immune to propaganda.

And no, I will not let idiots spread misinformation, and I will not let them villainize the Jews because Israel is actually defending itself when terrorists attack them and kidnap their people instead of laying down and dying.

I have paid plenty of attention to what's happening, including from the Pro-Pal side, I just happen to know terrorists aren't the good guys just cuz they play to people's sympathy and use their own people as human shields to make Israel look like the villain.

Just cuz it didn't lead me to agree with you doesn't mean I haven't been exposing myself to Pro-Pal talking points and "evidence."

#tvp discourse #long post #israel #arab israeli conflict #hamas #gaza

[antiendovents]

i just wanna make another post addressing the whole issue of the vent that told pro endos to kill themselves (link to original post here, link to response / explanation post here)

I just wanted to say that one; I do not condone harassment or telling people to actually kill themselves (I mentioned this in the tags of the original post but I'm not sure if I made it clear enough), by that I mean I don't support people actually going to pro endo blogs and telling them they should kill themselves and stuff. But, I also do not support harassing people for "thought crimes". Sure, it's not the nicest thing to wish death upon those you hate, but as someone with NPD who does this quite frequently in my head I kind of understand it. And I'd rather that person come here to vent their frustrations than say actually go around telling people to do it. You get me?

Two; this is a vent blog, made for frustration at it's core. We made this blog because endos made us mad. They made us frustrated and upset and hurt. So we made this blog for us and other anti endos to vent their anger about it, and that's what we'll allow. We have said multiple times we do not condone harassment nor do we condone actually telling people to kill themselves, but if you wish to come here and vent about it and about how you feel then you are welcome to do so.

And finally, about the delusional statement; I don't agree with that either. I don't believe delusional should be used as an insult but I feel it's important to recognise that they likely didn't mean it in that way or maybe didn't even know it was a insult.

I don't know, I'm not them and I can't comment on their actions or why they did what they did, but I can comment on why I posted it, which is because well, that's what this blog is made for. I'm sorry if you were hurt by their words, I can promise I didn't intend to hurt others, but this is a vent blog and while yes I do like to keep some things light hearted here it's also important to understand that well. As I've said. It's a vent blog.

#I repeated myself so much here #I don't even know why I'm explaining this #But I feel bad #And my NPD will not let me make any mistakes without a lengthy explanation for why I did it #I don't know if I could even count it as a mistake #Aaaa #I dunno anymore #I just wanted to explain why it was posted and why others like it may be posted as well #Please don't hate me 😭 /lh #Anti endo #did system #endos dni #Endos fuck off #System #Did #Didosdd #Did OSDD #Information #Tw kys mention #Tw harassment mention

[morning-sun-brah]

Below is my TMNT Master List, but I have some thoughts I wanted to make sure were apparent since this post is pinned!

So! Thoughts/rules of engagement for this blog. 

- Saying hello is always great! And asks are fine too! That said, I cannot promise I will always respond, nor that I will write anything for an ask. It’s gonna have to really speak to me. 

-I write a lot of smut! I am a whole adult! Anything I write with explicit content is between consenting adults and will be tagged as such. PLEASE DO NOT FOLLOW ME IF YOU ARE A MINOR. THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG! If you are here for the Rise/HP Crossover, follow my secondary blog that is SFW, here!

- Pro BLM, LGBTQIA+, Woman/Feminism. 

-This blog is pro LGBTQIA+ and will not tolerate any homophobia or terf talk. Period. Easiest way in the world to get a block is if I see even a hint of terf leanings from a person engaging over here. I am currently in the midst of a Rise/HP Crossover and we are UNKIND to the original author. If you share any of JK's opinions concerning the validity of Trans Women and Men, this blog isn't for you! Anything HP related I highly recommend you steal. Do not give that monster any of your money.

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TMNT Master List!

So, I'm not sure that I have *quite* enough works to justify this, but I'm gonna do it anyway and just keep adding to it! Fic's are linked under the cut!

*The turtles are all adults in the NSFW fics*

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Rise TMNT:

When I Say Forever NSFW, Leo x Reader

Nothing to Say SFW, no romantic pairing, Leo and Casey, angst

Thick Thighs Save Lives- Part 1 NSFW, Donatello x Reader

Thick Thighs Ruin Lives- Part 2 NSFW, Donatello x Reader

Thick Thighs Attract Eyes- Part 3 PREQUEL! SFW(ish), Donatello x Reader

Thick Thighs No Lies- Part 4 NSFW, Donatello x Reader

Worth the Wait NSFW, Leo x Reader, fits into the Thick Thighs Storyline but can be read as a standalone

A Romantic Comedy, Starring Leo Splinterson SFW(ish)- (cursing, mild description of medical procedures, some angst), Leo x OC, any smut will be presented as one shots, multi-chaptered, ongoing

On a Scale from One to America NSFW(ish), Leo x Reader, Entry for the All 4-1 Challenge, I chose the prompt; Reader continually uses TERRIBLE pick up lines on your choice of turtle, trying to drop the hint.

Send it NSFW, Tactical!Donnie x Spotter! Reader, inspired by all of @donathan's tactical art- go and follow them!

Once More, With Feeling (Tactical Donnie Part 2!) NSFW Tactical!Donnie x Spotter! Reader

And They Were Thick Thighed Lab Partners NSFW, Donnie x Reader, A collab with the fantastic @buthowboutno! It... it might be an April Fool's fic. BUT, if you stick with the cringe, there's real smut towards the end lol. ALSO!! There is a podfic! You can listen to it here!

Silk NSFW, Mikey x Male OC, Long hair Mikey and his journey from enemies to lovers.

Marked NSFW, Donnie x Reader, A gift for @unknownfanartist. Eventually will have a second chapter. Hate sex with a little bit of feelings at the end.

Hunger Pains NSFW, Donnie x Reader, A gift for @unknownfanartist. Donnie enjoys his favorite meal.

Spare Change NSFW, Donnie x Kendra (Kendratello), Complete, 2 chapters.

RISE! COWBOY/WESTERN AU (ongoing);

This is a series that was SUPPOSED to be a two-chapter fic about Donnie robbing a train. It is... no longer that.

Flight of the Dove NSFW, Donnie x OC, COWBOY/OLD WEST AU. The series is currently ongoing. Companion art is done by the absolute gem that is @unknownfanartist

The Pigeon's Perch NSFW, Leo x OC, COWBOY/OLD WEST AU. The series is currently ongoing. Companion art is done by @gemini-forest

Of Starlings and Sparrows NSFW, Raph x OC (OC is owned by @beckerboopin), COWBOY/OLD WEST AU.

art by @unknownfanartist

RISE! HARRY POTTER CROSSOVER AU (ongoing);

Until I Reach You Again, a ROTTMNT/Harry Potter Crossover, Collaborative Work with @alycornz, and @stormy-nyx SFW- (cursing, mild canon typical violence, general unkindness for JK Rowling because she is a terrible human).

Bay! TMNT:

This will probably have ~more~ because I do love these boys.

Like You Mean It NSFW, Raphael x Reader, A gift for @turtle-babe83 and a "tumblr exclusive" Whoo!!

03 TMNT:

Aaaalllll the way back on 2007 I wrote a Reader x OC fic. It was finished, but since it's 16 years old the plan was to re-write it on AO3 and make it less terrible. It is a slow process and it may not even happen considering how fixated I am on the rise-verse atm, but if you wanted to cringe you could find it on ff net. Either way, the one I am updating is linked below!

A Light in the Dark NSFW (eventually), Raphael x OC

#rise of the tmnt fanfiction #leonardo x reader #rise leo x reader #rise donnie x reader #rottmnt x harry potter crossover #rise of the tmnt harry potter crossover #fanfiction #donatello x reader #03 tmnt #03 raphael x reader #raphael x reader #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2k3 #2k3 ninja turtles fanfiction #pwp #rottmnt fanfiction

[shibaraki]

OUR NORMAL ┊ BAKUGO KATSUKI

tags: GN reader, older pro hero bakugo, reader and bakugo are in their late thirties, bestfriends to life partners, no sexualities stated, queerplatonic relationships, discussions of the future, fluff and casual affection

wc: 1.2k

Everything is warm. The early morning breeze as it skims your cheek, lighter than the heavy blanket strewn across your lap, cooler than the thumb tracing over the back of your hand.

Bakugo Katsuki felt like an extension of yourself. You loved him intensely. Not familial, not romantic. A little out of the norm, his father would say. This thing between you had never been clarified; it never needed to be. More than a best friend and not quite lovers. Your relationship wasn’t a case of one or the other, there was no part of a map that your finger could fall and detail the journey.

It just was.

Only an hour ago you had crawled out of bed and padded into the kitchen with the pillow case still impressed on your face, rubbing at the swell of affection ballooning behind your fourth rib. Side stepping toward the coffee maker, he’d met your eyes with the beginnings of a tired smile in the short moment your bodies mirrored one another.

Plates in hand, without words he would ask, Balcony?

Decaf with sweetener, light on the milk. You, holding a pair of matching mugs, will nod. Yes.

Breakfast eaten in quiet contentment, you sink back into the cushioned porch swing and enjoy the gentle swaying motion. Now an integral part of your daily routine, it is big and gaudy and not at all suitable for the space. Even still, he had let you buy it.

Hands entwined in your lap, your head lolls onto his shoulder. Katsuki’s breathing doesn’t change, nor do his sights flicker to the movement. Peering up at him from his angle provides you with the generous opportunity of drinking in his aging features.

There’s light stubble shading his jawline, which has softened over the years. Cutting through his right eyebrow to his temple is a jagged line of scar tissue, and another, fainter, diagonally over the bridge of his nose. The crows feet by his eyes deepen when he smiles, when he bares his teeth, when he laughs; as do the lines by his mouth.

“Happy birthday, old man,” you murmur. A grin tugs at your lips. “The big three nine. I can’t believe you’ll be forty next year”.

He snorts, jostling you slightly. “Speak for yourself. Hell, I can’t believe you’ve been bothering me for nearly two decades”.

“Like a rash,” you exhale an airy, pleased sigh as you solemnly nod. “You like it”.

A younger Katsuki would have forcefully pushed the swing chair back and sent your body reeling with a loud cackle to distract from the answer written so plainly on his face. Now he simply turns his lips to your temple and says, “Debatable”.

You hum contentedly, a deep sense of belonging settling in your bones. It would strike any other person watching as unusual — for years now your relationship with Katsuki had been built up by small intimacies and intense commitment that most only ever attributed to romance, yet still the two of you insisted it was nothing of the sort.

And it wasn’t. There had been plenty others; some of which you still talk to from time to time; those who parted ways with you amicably wearing a sad, knowing smile; others that pointed an accusatory finger and fled. You cared for Katsuki in such a way that it intimidated the people around you, and drove them off.

They all told you the same thing verbatim: Friends don’t act like that.

Your nails strum nervously against the ceramic mug as you watch the young family in the complex across from you gather on their own balcony to eat breakfast. The interlocked hands in your lap feel that much heavier.

“So. What’re we gonna tell your parents this year?” you cautiously prod, knowing he had never been a fan of these conversations. “Your mother still thinks you’re lying to her about us out of spite”.

“There’s nothing to tell them. S’not like we’re a proper couple,” he replies with a shrug, cadence smooth and low, as if it were just an inoffensive truth. As if he had never thought anything more of it.

Usually you’d laugh it off and agree. Because Katsuki was right in a sense — you were not a couple. Yet you ask, “Aren’t we?”

The sunlight pools in his iris and it glows when he glances at you from the corner of his eye. Izuku once admitted that he thinks you make Kacchan softer but you’re more inclined to believe the reverse. A simmering, constant source of warmth. Katsuki has always been synonymous with comfort.

“That isn’t a discussion I recall having,” he rasps, still a little sleep worn.

You huff a laugh, knocking your head against his shoulder, “I know. I just… we are. A pair, I mean”.

A small sound of contemplation rumbles in his throat as his gaze returns to the bruised horizon. A crease forms across the bridge of his nose and you quell the urge to touch it. One, two, three, your attention is drawn to the rhythmic tap of his finger against his empty mug. “A pair?”

“Yeah. We go together,” you feel a smile curling at the corner of your lips. “You’re important to me, and you’re my partner. We practically spent our lives together. What else would you call it?”

You watch the emotions pass over his face as he processes your answer. “Dunno,” he eventually breathes. “There was never a label to stick on it. We were always just us”.

You feel yourself simper, ducking to tuck your cheek closer to his shoulder, nuzzling into him. The gentle scent of body wash and fabric softener clouds your senses. “Just us,” you repeat quietly. “…Do you ever see that changing?”

His jaw clicks shut and he shakes his head in disagreement. The stubble on his chin rubs against your skin. Emboldened, you continue, “So why not just spend what’s left of our lives together, like this?”

His thumb slides over your third knuckle and idly skims the empty space on your ring finger. Even the media had been bugging him about 'proposing' to you, despite never confirming a relationship in the first place. At some point he had simply given up on correcting them.

“We can’t. It’s not…”

“Normal?”

Katsuki grunts. The wrinkle between his brow deepens with his frown, and there are faint dimples in his chin that are only ever visible when he pouts. “It’d be our normal,” you offer lightly. “We already share an apartment. A life. Nothing would need to be different”.

“I really don’t see myself caring about someone romantically as much as I care about you, Katsuki”.

When Katsuki feels embarrassed his entire body announces it. He scoffs harshly, shifting in his seat as he turns his head away from you to hide the pale flush of pink staining his cheeks. You fall into a comfortable, albeit pensive silence. Now was the time to back away and allow him time to file through his thoughts. Despite having mellowed out in his later years, he still struggled with finding the right words from time to time.

Clink. He sets the empty mug down on the small glass table, free hand returning to pick at the seam of his sweatpants. The porch swing begins to move again. Pushing the heel of his foot to the ground, Katsuki languidly rocks your bodies back and forth.

“The old hag wouldn’t get it,” he murmurs.

The knots of anticipation slowly untangle from your ribs and breathing comes a little easier. “She doesn’t have to,” you reply. “But I think she’ll be happy to know we have each other. Your dad, too”.

Those sharp, carmine eyes meet yours once more. “Yeah?” he asks.

You nod, “Yeah”.

#bnha x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #just something about myself that I wanted to express in fic #bkg so happened to be perfect 👍🏻 #again this is my own experience with QPR #if u come in my inbox saying some BS I will block u

[mayullla]

Title: Meeting the 1-A students!

Character(s): Student of UA Class 1-A (BNHA)

Warnings/tags: Slowburn platonic yandere, fem!child!reader, reader has a healing quirk, the obsessions themes are not obvious here but will happen at one point so just in case I am putting this here.

Little healer here! list

Okay but like imagine the school year starts and like you finally meet the students of class 1-A. Right beside Recovery girl, you were introduced together with her as someone who will be healing them if they were to get hurt. After all the hero profession was never really safe. Shyly you said hello to the students a little more used to it after greeting the other classes. And like most classes, almost all the students started to coo at how adorable you were. Mina was especially fond of you grabbing you for a hug.

You watched them introduce themselves and a few caught your eyes more so than others.

Deku was one of them as you remember him breaking that huge robot at the entrance exam unable to follow Recovery girl that time you sat right beside Aizawa as Mic told you to watch potential future students take the entrance test.

"Mister is very strong! I saw mister on the TV when you punched that big robot!" You gave a huge punch in the air mimicking him. Izuku was flustered at your praises and the fact that you watched him fight the robot wondering if it was really okay for a small child like you to be watching life-and-death scenarios and breaking bones.

After the first introduction Class 1-A always greeted you whenever you guys meet in the halls. You have become a sort of helper to the teachers, moving medic room to the teachers' room sometimes to classrooms often to hand out something another teacher had asked you to give to another teacher or student.

"Aizawa sensei told me to call you to the teacher's office!" You told Mineta smiling brightly at him when he had an expression of dread.

Aoyama always tells you how shiny he was, showing off to a kid his handsomeness which you looked enthusiastically at tho Aizawa wasn't all that sure when you told him about it. Though Aoyama was much more preferred than Mineta all things considered, Aizawa had to sit down with you one on one, one time to have you promise him never to listen to what he says.

No teacher was happy nor was Hawks who called Aizawa stating that you have been saying that big boob heroes are the best because one of his students managed to tell you that when the girls weren't looking.

You were quick to befriend Asui and Uraraka along with Izuku and Ida. Mina too was super fun to hang around with!

The moment they found out that you were adopted by the pro hero Hawks nobody could believe it!

"P-p-pro H-hero H-h-h-Hawks?!!" Deku partially yelled in surprise as he stared at you shocked. "So that was why Hawks was pictured in the news buying kid's clothes," Uraraka said blinking in surprise but way less shocked than Deku really.

"I did see him visit here a few times. Was it to pick you up ribbit?" You nodded at Asui smiling cheerfully. "Mr. Hawks always picks me up after work! If he comes back late then I will stay with Aizawa sensei, or Mic sensei or Recovery Girl sensei till he comes back!"

Everybody was staring at you both in surprise but also curiosity save for some. "Hey! What is it like living with the pro hero hawks?" Mina asked curiously by your side a finger on her chin. "Is he good at cooking?" You were quick to nod at her words, "Mister Hawks makes the best pancakes!"

Questions after questions were asked and you tried to answer them all. Tenya Ida tried to help calm down all the students but it was difficult when all of them were just so excited.

"Hey, I got a question!" Kaminari raised a hand, leaning from his seat to you. His face was curious if not a bit confused. "Why do you call Hawks mister? Since he adopted you shouldn't you call him dad or papa?"

It was an innocent question really, yet it made you silent as other students all looked at you. They noticed it too how you would always call pro-hero hawks mister. Yet it seems that you were taken by surprise and unable to say anything. Fidgeting from your place, quiet and hesitant.

Some students noticed how sensitive this question was. Concern on their face as they glance at you, Deku was about to cut in when they heard a bonk to the head. "Dunce face, what are you an idiot?" Bakugo seemed to have hit Kaminari on the head with his fist. Quickly changing the main character in the room to him. Bakugo immediately told him that he shouldn't butt into other people's personal lives and that it got nothing to do with him. Some students flinched at what he said, seeing that they did ask way too many questions about your life.

You just watched Bakugou yell at Kaminari silently.

Maybe it was then you also noticed him and started following him around when you can much to the annoyance of Bakugou.

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #hawks #bnha writing #bnha scenarios #bnha imagines #platonic yandere bnha #mha writing #mha imagines #platonic yandere mha #bnha fanfiction #bnha drabble #platonic yandere #platonic fluff #platonic imagine