#she liked her old alt mode

[ssspringroll]

DL (sfs, no ads) alt. (mediafire, no ads)

Happy Halloween!

The long awaited. At least by me, anyway. I was so so so sick to my stomach when i installed the werewolves pack for the first time and realized the ears just... look like that. No matter what you do. So I fixed it. I fixed your werewolf ear sliders, EA.

The sim must be positioned as demonstrated in the gifs in order for the sliders to work. Sliders from all other directions haven't been touched, so all the original sliders should still be intact. We have an ear position slider, which lets you slide the ears slightly back, slightly forward, and down. Ear width and extra ear scale, because there's no such thing as 'ears too big'. And the last one, which requires detail edit mode to use, is an ear rotation slider. The longer I looked at the unedited ears the more they started to look very weirdly angled to me, so I made this subtle slider as a fix for that. It's very hard to see what you're doing, but thats EA's fault, nothing I can do about that. These are all in the same package, and will conflict with any other werewolf ear sliders. But, as far as I know, these are the only ones. So you should be good. 👍

I did my best to give the ears a good range of motion without distorting too much at the extremes. I hope you can get the look you're going for with these. I know I can.

I also made my own version of a snout enlongerer. Setting it to max looks a little silly, but I usually like to push my sliders to the extreme so you have as much play as you need. I don't like it set to max on most of the sims I tested with, but sometimes you do need that extra snoutiness. I think this will conflict with other snout sliders, but it's a separate package, so you don't have to get it if there's another snout slider you're already using.

Lastly, you can all thank my mom for this. I wasn't even going to make a halloween gift this year, but I told my mom about my old WIP Werewolf sliders, and she got very excited about the idea. So I made it. For her. You can have it too, if you want.

Bonus:

Before -> After on this werewolf.

Their Before picture is genuinely the biggest, best looking ears I could manage with the EA sliders alone. I prefer their After look much more. Seems more natural. Seems proportioned better. To me, anyway.

#my cc #s4cc #sims 4 cc #sims 4 slider #sims 4 ear slider #sims 4 werewolf cc #sims 4 werewolves #im too old for this tagging nonsense tbqh. #find this post or dont

[in1-nutshell]

Hi! I wanted to ask if you could write the TFA autobots and elite guard reacting to finding a batmobile Bubby on earth?

Bubby was lose during the war and is the around the same age as Ratchet and Ultra magnus. And maybe have a little romance with Ratchet.

Thanks! :)

This is something new! Batmobile Buddy it is! One of the best detectives on Cybertron! If this isn't what you want, please let me know.

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy who's alt mode is a Batmobile with Ratchet, Ultra Magnus, Optimus Prime, and the Jettwins

SFW, Platonic, slight romantic, Cybertronain reader

TFA

Buddy was one of Cybertrons best detectives during the war.

She was hailed with finding many lost Autobots and catching Decepticons off guard with her swiftness and skilled martial artistry.

She had some teaching from Master Yoketron but decided to leave the dojo to help High Command in the war.

Buddy met Ultra Magnus as his personal bodyguard.

The old one had taken leave to get repairs and some of the back up guards had been called into the draft.

Buddy was personally called after Magnus had heard of her reputation.

Even though the job was temporary Buddy took her job seriously in guarding Ultra Magnus.

They bonded during that time from the near-death situations to potential strategy plans suggested.

“Ultra Magnus.”--Buddy

“Buddy? What seems to be the trouble?”--Magnus

“If I may be so bold…”--Buddy

“You may.”--Magnus

“Is it wise to move the troops in this sector? We would be leaving this flank completely unguarded.”--Buddy

“We would need to take that risk.”--Magnus

“But there is also a chance that the assault team could come in. We have a refugee camp in that area, it will be vulnerable.”--Buddy

“Hmm… you are right. We will need to alert the troops at once.”--Magnus

“Absolutely, sir.”--Buddy

Magnus had offered Buddy a spot in the Elite Guard once the knew guard had arrived, but she politely declined in return for wanting to go back and do her detective work.

The two did stay in contact, especially once the number of hostages they were finding grew in numbers.

It was during one of these cases that Buddy met Ratchet.

Buddy had returned another group of Autobots to a nearby relief camp.

Buddy wanted to know the status of each patient admitted.

“How are they?”--Buddy

“Sweet Alpha Trion! Don’t you know better to scare a field tech?!”--Ratchet

“Sorry, I just wanted to know if the Autobots are okay.”--Buddy

“If you don’t mind waiting a couple of hours, then of course.”--Ratchet

A couple hours later, Ratchet is wrapping up everything up when he sees Buddy taking a nap on a chair nearby.

“You really waited here for all this time?”--Ratchet

Of course, so… do I have to wait more?”--Buddy

“Lucky you, I have all the reports. They are all going to be fine. Some better than others, but they’ll live.”--Ratchet

“That’s good. That’s good.”--Buddy

“Why did you wait?”--Ratchet

“I like to know whether my work was good or not.”--Buddy

“Really. Is that all?”--Ratchet

“…Maybe…”--Buddy

“You kids and you’re words.”--Ratchet

“Hey, I’m your age!”--Buddy

“You don’t act like it!”--Ratchet

“…”--Buddy

“…”--Ratchet

“Hahahahahah!”—Buddy and Ratchet

That was where their friendship began.

The two kept in communication after Buddy left the camp.

They talked about their daily lives every now and then. There would be rare times when the two would be able to meet up in person.

Everything was fine.

Until Buddy went radio silent.

Ratchet had tried to reach Buddy multiple times, even going as far as picking up some favor from the higher ups.

No one had any notation on Buddy.

Timeskip to Earth

Optimus was tired.

He had been dealing with Sentinel’s attitude all day and now he had to babysit the Jettwins.

Why?

Sentinel had promised them to visit the Plant, but he had bailed out at the last minute… and Optimus was at the mercy of the twins ‘puppy dog’ optics.

When the three of them came into the dark Plant. A single light was turned on in the middle of the common room.

“Where are the others?”--Jetstorm

“Yes! Where? Bumblebee told us about this video game—”--Jetfire

“Wait!”--Optimus

“What?”—Jetfire and Jetstorm

“I just remember something… the Team is out on patrol.”--optimus

“Then why is there a light on.”--Jetfire

“That’s because… we aren’t alone.”—Optimus

Optimus grabs his axe while the twins power up.

The light flickered until it finally turned off.

None of them are ready for the sudden ambush. They thrashed around feeling kicks and chops to their armor before they felt stasis cuffs on their servos and pedes.

The lights turned on.

There was a stranger who looked like a Decepticon with their dark colored paint job, but the red Autobot badge begged to differ.

The bot came over to the Prime and looked at his Autobot badge then turned and saw the twins’ badges.

Silently the bot clicked a button.

The cuffs came loose.

“Sorry about that. You can’t be too careful now a days.”--Buddy

“Who are you?”--Optimus

“And how did you do that!”--Jetfire

“That was so cool!”--Jetstorm

“Do you have powers too?! What powers do you have?!”--Jettwins

“Woah, woah, woah calm, down kiddos. I’m a detective from the Autobot High Command. The names Buddy.”--Buddy

“Detective? How come I’ve never heard of you?”--OPtimus

“Special ops. I look out for the bots who suddenly go missing and no one wants to look for them. I’m the one they call to look for them or I find out and go looking for them.”--Buddy

“Oooohhhh!”--Jettwins

“Who did you come looking for?”--Optimus

“I take it you’re Optimus Prime.”--Buddy

“Yes?”--Optimus

“I came to look for you and your team.”--Buddy

“Oh! Who called?”--Optimus

“… A dear friend of mine was on your team. I didn’t get a chance to tell him what happen on my pass assignment… I found out after some digging. Its hard to figure out space bridge engineering when you don’t know a lick about it.”--Buddy

“Who was your friend?”--Optimus

“A brilliant field tech named Ratchet.”--Buddy

“The Doc-Bot!?”--Jettwins

“You know him?”--Buddy

“He is our field tech along with our friend Sari.”--Optimus

“What’s a Sari?”—Buddy

That was when the rest of Team Prime had decided to show up.

Now it was understandable that the Team was on edge seeing a dark armored bot looming over the three Autobots on the ground.

But one of them quickly gets everyone to lower their weapons.

“Put those weapons down, that’s an Autobot!”--Ratchet

“An Autobot? They look like a Decepticon to me!”--Bumblebee

“Put it down!”--Ratchet

“You know them?”--Prowl

“Yes!”--Ratchet

“Ratchet!?”--Buddy

“Buddy!”--Ratchet

Buddy ran to Ratchet hugging new dents into him.

“Oh my—”--Prowl

“That bot did the impossible!”--Bulkhead

“She’s hugging Ratchet! And he’s hugging back!”--Bumblebee

“Shut it!”—Buddy and Ratchet

The two Autobot looking at each other before laughing.

“…Prime I’m scared.”--Bumblebee

“Me too—I mean don’t be rude.”--Optimus

#transformers #transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #tfa optimus prime #tfa ratchet #tfa ultra magnus #tfa jettwins #tfa x reader #tfa x platonic reader #tfa ratchet x reader

[beatboxing-puppy]

saw some posts on this website discussing what sort of videogames the dunmeshi characters would play and i think everyone is wrong. everyone is wrong except for me so im going to spell out exactly who plays what. putting it under a read more because im going on a damn tangent.

Laios: He's not a gamer he does not play games on purpose he will only ever play video games when his friends ask him to join them in their multiplayer things. One day tho Falin told him about Monster Hunter and now thats the only thing he plays aside from Spore and he has sunk countless hours into that damn game. Also he probably has played Some pokemon but he doesnt like PLAYING it he just likes it in concept he knows the name of all the pokemon

marcille: people keep saying she would be a cosy gamer playing animal crossing and stardew and other cute games ^-^ its so lalalaaaa NO!!!!!!! no she does not. Marcille plays games that stress her out on purpose marcille plays overwhelming micromanagey games like lobotomy corporation and rimworld and etc. She also likes games with deep lore and mysteries to discover. The only thing that doesn't fit in this category that she plays is Minecraft shes always in there CREATIVE MODE building virtual dungeons and other crazy shit. Also she plays on her work laptop with trackpad ok

Chilchuck: This one is for me. This one im just basing off my own dad ok. Chilchuck used to be a hardcore gamer in his youth but specifically he was playing stuff like world of warcraft and old school runescape he had really big setups so he could run several instances of the game at once on all his alt accounts so he could beat a boss by himself and he was really good at it. But then he had kids and didnt have time for this sort of thing so he stopped playing videogames aside from occasionally helping his daughters beat a super hard mario level. Later in life he probably discovered some shitty little low-commitment phone game like pokemon go or pikmin bloom or some daily sudoku puzzle thing and he plays it every day but its not that big a deal. He has been pressured by his friends and daughters to make a roblox account but he hasnt played it at all.

Senshi: THIS guy is the one that plays animal crossing. He logs in when he can but hes not on that every day grind. Also he doesnt play the newest one he doesnt play horizons he plays one of the DS ones. Wild world probably. He either doesn't like or doesn't know about the nintendo switch. Whenever one of his villagers say that they want to leave he'll nod solemnly and say smth like "Well... I suppose it'd be selfish to ask ye to stay, friend... Just promise me you'll stay safe and never forget me... Go and explore the world. Wish ye the best." Plus his island would be covered in weeds. He also has some mobile games he enjoys angry birds and candy crush and crosswords (gotta keep the brain in shape!) but other than that he doesn't videogame much because he prefers board games and tabletop stuff he isnt too jazzed about all this modern technology plus a console or a laptop and all that gaming equipment is a lot to lug around and hes a nomad he would NOT have that shit

Falin: Now FALIN is the cosy gamer. kind of. Falin plays animal crossing new horizons sometimes and has fun making a bad island on purpose. Very mildly "bad" tho the worst she'll do is use the drawing feature to hide a giant penis on the beach or whatever. Or she'll give her villagers silly outfits. She also plays minecraft (either skyblock or she makes a new world and explores and builds a couple houses and then forgets about it and makes another new world) and roblox (likes 'trolling' strangers by dressing up funny and acting kind of strange in roleplay servers but she's never actually mean or anything.) But the big thing she likes is story-driven indie rpgmaker games. She's the person who will say shit like "Yeah I played Blums Booglies the quest for Big Dinners and it was so good I cried for 9 hours" completely unironically.

kabru: social gamer like laios but the games he plays on purpose are the sims (he likes to cause them problems) and online multiplayer games (he likes to peoplewatch). I can also see him doing absurd and tortrous challenge runs of games like No items no pokecenter one type hardcore nuzlockes. im correct

izutsumi: ACTUALLY trolls people on roblox. And she plays needlessly gory flash games. Maybe she calls people dumbfucks over valorant voice chat sometimes

#dungeon meshi #dunmeshi #dunmesh #dunmeshi headcanons

[squirrel-art]

Finished my little compilation of Sav and her mobility aids! ID in alt for each.

Disclaimer that I'm able-bodied & open to criticism about my portrayal! Also I realized belatedly her rollator is parked in a way that would, in fact, not keep it from rolling the fuck around, my bad.

Further details about my design philosophy/Sav's symptoms under the cut.

I played Savtas through Consular Story Chapter 1 in Full Good Girl Mode, saving all the Jedi and using the shielding ritual whenever prompted. The side effects of the rituals are vague and inconsequential in-game so as to make the job of the writers and programmers easier; characters comment worriedly about the fact that you "look tired" and not much else.

Fortunately, I have none of these restrictions. I don't know how to scientifically quantify "life-essence", but in my canon the energy required to create and maintain the shields comes right out of the body of the shielder, and behaves first and foremost like a faster-than-sustainable burning of calories. In the short-term, Sav became dangerously malnourished and fatigued; in the long-term she developed PoTS and what I've been glibly referring to as "Force fibro" in my brain, because the symptoms she experiences are the similar to that of those who suffer from fibromyalgia in real life: chronic pain, chronic fatigue, disordered sleep, and brain fog.

Some of those physical symptoms are ameliorated via use of a mobility aid, so she's tried out a couple different types.

Rollator

Sav's mobility aid of choice, purchased somewhere at the beginning of Ch 2. Sav is prone to dizziness and fatigue, and has less difficulty walking than she does standing for long periods; the rollator helps keep her balance and gives her somewhere to sit for short spells when she needs to.

The wheels do make this device better for navigating flatter and more even ground, but I imagine she can swap the wheels out for all-terrain varieties. I wonder if you could put blades on them like ice skates, to move around on places like Hoth? Well, the brakes wouldn't work, so probably not.

As mentioned in a previous post on my other sideblog, the design and colors are meant to evoke the pillars of the old Jedi Temple on Coruscant. This model is bespoke, created to Savvy's whimsical specifications. It wasn't even that expensive; you'd be surprised how many discounts people are willing to offer a Jedi!

Chair

A gift from the Jedi Council upon her defeat of Terrak Morrhage and the subsequent quelling of the Force plague. It's a more expensive model, and comes with a sturdy stand to rest it on when it's charging or not in use.

Design inspo drawn from both canon sources and the wonderful hermitmoss' hoverchair headcanons post!

I deliberated for a while as to whether Sav would have been given a wheelchair or a hoverchair. I settled on hoverchair mostly because Sav wanted a certain level of independence in her movement, but nobody was sure how long it would take her to regain enough upper body strength to reliably push herself around in a manual chair.

Sav in this image is at the beginning of her recovery, but she does continually make use of her chair after regaining some of her weight and muscle mass. Her rollator became her device of choice over the chair in part because the chair is kind of bulky and heavy, and can't be easily collapsed for transport. She probably has a lighter, more maneuverable transport chair stored on the ship to utilize in a pinch.

Looking at the design of the chair, I am already dissatisfied with it - the seat isn't raked to keep her from sliding out of it, and the control panel should realistically be attached to an extension and not directly under her hand. We'll fix that in the next pass, I think, but for now this drawing is representative of the overall design and colors.

Cane

She's got a few of these! Most have an offset or contour grip because she finds them the most comfortable, and most have adjustable bases.

Her favorite is probably the non-adjustable wooden one she got from a craftsman on Alderaan, the only one she owns made of fully organic materials.

#bonus KOTXX-era Sav reveal in that third image! #i really like this set. wish i could draw it properly #the real boots in-game have the runes on them but i couldn't be bovvered #swtor #mirialan #star wars #star wars the old republic #jedi consular #jedi oc

[thecreelhouse]

part time soulmate, full time problem

Paring: Gator Tillman x Alt Fem!Reader (she/her pronouns) || MDNI!

Summary: The brat and brat tamer finally show their true colors while the snowstorm rages on.

CW/Tags: explicit language, toxic banter, discussions of “harder” kinks, sex toys, dirty talk, dom/sub dynamic, brat/brat tamer dynamic, bondage, forced orgasm, rough unprotected sex, daddy kink, aftercare

Word count: 9.2k+

Series Masterlist // Read on AO3

Day 4

The snow won’t give up.

The only way you can see anything outside is if you breathe on the glass of the old, drafty windows upstairs, and catch even a glimpse past the ice that gives way to the quick burst of heat. It’s useless when you realize how hard it’s snowing outside; not even the sun is visible.

You’re waking up slowly, enjoying the warmth of the bed, grateful the power kicked back on last night. The last thing you needed was sharing anything with Gator.

That sliver of peace is ruined by the metal music blaring from Gator’s room. It’s muffled, but the old walls of this farmhouse aren’t forgiving when it comes to any sound above a whisper. Glancing at your phone for the time, the numbers glow for 7:54 am.

What the fuck is his problem?

You roll over into a pillow and scream out of frustration. You’re not sure how much longer you can take of being stuck in the same vicinity as Gator. At this point, freezing to death seems like a better option than staying inside with that fuck boy.

Footsteps heavily work down the hall, and the bathroom door slams, followed by the shower running.

Great, we’re back to the childish temper tantrums.

Music still continues from his room, and you try ignoring it, but it’s just adding to the overwhelming irritation that is the existence of Gator Tillman.

If you just focus on something else— cat videos. Let’s try that. That always works for distractions.

You’re 30 seconds into a video compilation of cute cats on your phone, and can’t pay attention with the fucking music vibrating through the hardwood floors.

Headphones. Those help, noise canceling, should do the trick.

You shove your earbuds in, but even with noise cancellation, it doesn’t bypass the vibrations of music down the hall.

Jesus fucking christ, that’s it.

In one swift chain of motions, you roll off the bed, toss the earbuds aside, and throw the door wide open before stomping down the hall to Gator’s room.

It’s dark; he might be the only one in his family who appreciates blackout curtains. Probably the only thing the two of you have in common. Eyes adjusting to the stark difference from your bright room to his darkened one, you squint at the messy bed, noticing something. It takes a moment, but you make out that it’s two objects.

Then it hits you, and your eyes widen.

Gator was definitely jacking off minutes ago. And the idiot left his phone open on whatever porn he last watched, and—

Is that a fucking sock?

You stifle a laugh; poor dude probably doesn’t even realize fleshlights exist. The sock haphazardly tossed aside had a dark, damp spot.

Yeah, he totally came into that. Fucking loser.

Curiosity gets the best of you, and you’re reaching for his phone without a second thought. Immediately you notice he’s not in incognito mode, and another laugh threatens to escape you. You toss a look over your shoulder, down the hall; bathroom door is still shut, water still running.

Right, music. Turn the music down. That’s what I’m here for, nothing else.

You find the tiny speaker that’s causing all the ruckus, and turn it down low, sighing with relief. Still, you hear the water running, and with another quick glance over your shoulder, your attention falls back onto Gator’s phone.

Tapping on ‘recent searches’, your eyes fixate on the first few searches:

Rough sex, hardcore, cockwarming, reverse cowgirl, rough blowjob, —

Your eyes roll; typical searches of a fuck boy on a power trip like him. As you keep snooping, the searches get a little more erotic:

Handcuffs, spanking, humiliation, facefucking, praise kink, anal play—

Dizzy. You feel dizzy. Just a little, but you weren’t expecting this. Your thighs press together as your thoughts spiral, thinking about Gator watching porn about any of these things and getting himself off. You wonder who he thinks about when he touches himself.

Scrolling further, your jaw drops in awe as your eyes scan over kinkier searches:

Forced orgasm, orgasm denial, BDSM, brat taming, choking, femdom—

Your breath hitches while you subconsciously bite your lip.

There’s no fucking way.

Eyes glued to the screen, you can’t stop reading on:

Knife play, somnophilia, CNC, girls with tattoos—

You throw the phone onto the bed at the last one.

Nope. Nope nope nope. I shouldn’t have looked. I should’ve minded my own business.

You knew he had to be into some kind of power play dynamics, but not… not some of these.

And of course, most are ones you’ve searched to get off to in theory, some you’ve tried and liked, and some you’ve heard of but never looked into.

But now? Now, your mind is flickering through multiple scenarios; being bound with a vibrator, left to have one forced orgasm after another while Gator just watches, waking up to Gator railing you. Kneeling on the floor with your hands cuffed behind your back, letting Gator take control and fuck your mouth, spit drooling all over you, him releasing down your throat while praising you for being a good girl—

The dirty thoughts are out of control now; you’re wondering how he sounds when he moans, when he cums, what it’s like when he’s the sub obeying you—

How the hell did Gator not know what the term ‘vanilla’ means?

— does he know CNC has to be discussed before role playing? Does he know safe words exist? You’re hoping he has an ounce of common sense among the brain rot to understand how consent works in these scenarios and kinks, that porn isn’t truthful when it comes to aftercare. Jesus… Does he even know aftercare is a must?

… I could teach him— no. No. Brain, shut the fuck up. Stop snooping, go back to your room.

You turn quickly to scurry out, but literally run into Gator as he’s entering the room. You’re bumped back a few feet, eyes met with the view of Gator in just a towel, hanging low on his hips. His hair is pushed back as usual, but it’s not styled, so a few strands fall in his face. Droplets of water dance down his body, and you’re trying your hardest to not follow them, watching where they end up.

“Lookin’ for somethin’, freak?”

“N- no, I just wanted to turn the music down. It’s 8 in the morning, Gator. I wanted to sleep.” You’re trying to hold yourself together, like you weren’t just combing through his porn searches, like you weren’t just squishing your legs together to relieve the ache from arousal, even a little bit.

Gator’s brow quirks up as he eyes you up and down, then to the bed behind you. “Uh-huh. I heard the music get quiet five minutes ago. Wanna tell me why you’re really here?”

All thoughts dissolve with the darkened look in his eyes, holding your glazed over look with a death grip. All you can bring yourself to do is shake your head slowly.

“Where’s all that backtalk from last night?” Gator takes a step forward, and you’re frozen in place.

“You—“ You’re pushing yourself to gather the tiniest amount of courage before blurting out, “You don’t even use incognito mode?”

“That’s what you’re asking?” He laughs, and there’s that signature smirk again. Your fingers tighten into a fist at your side, anger bubbling up inside. “What’d you see? How much, huh?”

“Enough to see what you’ve never done before, just fantasies.” You can’t keep the words from spilling out with spite. “Which, I guess, is everything, huh?”

The smirk falls, and Gator reaches for you, but you’re faster, grabbing one of his arms to pin it behind his back as you shove him face down onto his bed. While he’s bent over, you repeat your actions from last night, pinning him in place with the strength of your legs. This time, you’re standing over him, and you imagine this position must be humiliating for him.

Except, Gator moans.

Your cunt throbs at the sound, but you hold your composure.

“What did I say last night? Touch me again and your teeth will be decked down your pathetic, whiny little throat.” You tug his head up by his hair, water dripping between your fingers back onto him and the bed. He whimpers before you continue taunting him. “Who the fuck jacks off into a sock anyway?

“I- I don’t like making a mess,” He sputters as you push his face back into the bed, stepping off of him. He stays put while you head for the door, both of you breathing heavily. As you turn back, he flips onto his back, entire body red, outline of his member completely visible through the towel as it grows hard. He pushes his hair back, panting as he keeps his eyes on you.

“You should try it sometime, makin’ a mess.” You’re the one with the insufferable smirk now. Before walking down the hall, you give him a once over before turning. “It’s kinda hot.”

You don’t look back, but you know you have that man falling apart already.

———

You’ve been opening and closing the weather app on your phone for several minutes now, hoping the forecast would change the next time you refresh the app.

It doesn’t. That’s not how it works. You know that. But you’re desperate for a sign of hope that you’ll be getting out of this house sooner rather than later.

Instead, the forecast continues to show the ongoing snowstorm, with no end in sight. Or not for the next several days, at least. You make an annoyed noise, somewhere between a groan and a sigh, dragging it out dramatically.

“You good over there?”

Gator’s been so quiet for once, you forgot he’s here, even though he’s just at the other end of the couch. You look over the top of your phone at him, and sneer, “I’d be better if I wasn’t trapped in this house forever.”

“We’re not snowed in forever.” Gator laughs. “Drama queen.”

You’re only a little offended, but you gasp dramatically anyway.

“Dramatics aside, Christmas is tomorrow, and it doesn’t even feel like it. And the people I came home for aren’t even here.” You frown a little, and Gator honestly does feel bad for you. “Not like they’d even make me feel welcomed back home.”

“I… I know I’m not someone you wanna spend the holiday with, but we could still try to make the best of it.” Gator’s voice wavers with his vulnerability, and it’s hard to miss.

You sit up to look at him, “Honestly Gator, I know you’d rather spend it elsewhere, far away from me… but I’d like to make the best of it too. If you’re serious, that is.”

“Well, yeah. I’d rather not have our families come back to a bloodbath from two ex-friends that couldn’t play nice.” Gator snorts while you playfully shove his shoulder.

“You make it seem like I hate you.”

Gator’s laugh drops as he stares at you, confused, “… Because you do.”

Your mouth opens, but you can’t think of the right words to release. “I, um…”

Gator shrugs, “It’s okay, really. Ya’ got every reason under the sun to hate me.”

You’re shaking your head as you move closer to him. “No… I did. I’m not gonna lie. Part of me still does, Gator. This is really weird. All of this. I didn’t think Christmas would be spent with the one person who pushed me away when I trusted them the most. But here we are. I’m trying to make sense of it all, so this is just… a lot for me.”

Gator’s gaze grabs yours, and it feels like everything at the edges around you two are fading out. There’s been a tension between the two of you these last few days that’s ready to break any moment now.

But you aren’t ready for the tension to break. Not yet.

Still, you can’t help but wonder, “Do you hate me?”

Gator’s brows knit together as he shakes his head. “No. No way. I mean, sure, you’re irritatin’ and a brat sometimes—“

Now wait a fuckin’ second.

“— I’m not a brat.”

“That’s an argument for another day.” Gator hits his vape, letting his head fall back onto the couch before he exhales through his nose.

“No, tell me why you think that.”

Gator’s trying his best not to laugh at your attempt to demand an answer. “It’s not that deep.”

“Then why’d you call me that?” You know you’re pushing his buttons, but you’re curious why he’s calling you a brat, especially after seeing his recent porn searches this morning.

“Are you hearin’ yourself right now? I thought brats were more self aware.” He hits his vape, laughing as he exhales.

Fine, you’ll just get to the point. “Is that why you were lookin’ for ‘brat taming’ porn earlier?”

Gator’s laugh falls short as he chokes on the last of the vapor escaping him. “Oh you got faaaaarrrr in my searches, huh?”

“You’re the one not clearin’ your browser history, fuckin’ idiot.”

The smug smirk is back, “No one said you had to look. Not like you should be goin’ through someone else’s stuff anyway, darlin’.”

Heat blooms across your face. “Quit callin’ me darlin’.”

“I’ll call ya’ what I want.”

“You’ll be callin’ an ambulance if you don’t shut the fuck up.”

Gator clicks his tongue in disapproval. “You’re always so quick to pull out the threats. You and I both know you can’t follow through on these.”

On the outside, you look pissed. On the inside, you’re hoping to wind him up enough to make him make a move.

“You talk real cocky for someone who cums in a sock.”

Gator looks annoyed now, hitting his vape again. “I told you, I don’ like makin’ a mess.”

It’s gotta be the cabin fever making you so bold by now, “… You could have someone to help clean up, y’know.”

Again, Gator chokes, eyes nearly tumbling from his head as they grow wide. “Are you- is this-“

You’re needy, you’re desperate, you’re snowed in and need to get railed, need anger taken out on you, need to take your anger out on someone. You need something.

“Gator?”

The tension, keep it going, that’s what you’re really enjoying. Not an actual outcome, not with him.

Gator’s leg is touching yours, just ever so slightly. He clears his throat before a small, raspy, ‘Yeah?” comes out.

Fuck it. You’re in too deep now.

You rest your head on the couch, sitting sideways with your legs folded behind you while you study Gator’s features.

“Can we play a game?”

Your hands inch towards him, one hand reaching his own, the other on his leg.

“Like… what?” Gator’s suddenly very aware of how dry his throat is, how dry it sounds while he talks, how chapped his lips are from the goddamn Midwest winter, how pathetic he must look and sound right now.

You’re about to swing a leg over to straddle his lap, “Like—“

—But his fucking phone rings.

“You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me,” Gator grumbles, quickly pulling out his phone to answer it without looking, “What?”

The voice is muffled on the other end, you can’t make out what they’re saying, but you know it’s Roy by the way Gator immediately stammers out an apology for the rude greeting.

There’s an unnecessary string of angry, loud tones coming from the phone’s speaker, and Gator can’t be bothered one bit to care. You’re pretty sure Gator hasn’t blinked while watching you, since resuming your movements over him. You settle your legs on either side of him before finally sitting on his lap. Gator’s biting his lip to hold back the small groan he wants to let out, squeezing his eyes shut to try and focus on the phone call.

Then, you roll your hips, just enough, causing friction between the two of you, and Gator twitches underneath you, trying his hardest not to buck up into you. His free hand grabs your waist roughly, holding you in place while he silently curses at you through a death glare. All while muttering “Uh-huh” and “Yep” and “Mhm” and “Okay, got it” into the phone.

You give Gator a smile sweeter than sugar, and his grip only gets tighter, digging his nails into your side while his jaw clenches.

Oh yeah, he’s pissed now.

“Yeah, yeah, okay— listen, I- uh, I’m getting sick, I think,” Gator fakes a cough into the phone’s mic, “I—“

Gator ends the call, silences his phone, and throws it on the floor before his other hand imitates the one already on your hip.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” His teeth grit while his grip only tightens, along with his pants as he grows hard. “This is what I’m talkin’ about, you’re always getting under my skin, pissing me off for what? For fun?”

“Hey, I just wanted to play a game,” You hold up your hands, feigning innocence. “You could’ve ignored the call.”

“And you could’ve stopped bein’ a goddamn slut for two fucking minutes!”

That should’ve set you off, that should’ve been enough to send you back upstairs, ignoring Gator for the night.

Except it doesn’t.

It sets you off in the way that your cunt throbs, and your thighs instinctively try to clench together for relief, but you’re still straddling him. You pray Gator doesn’t notice.

Gator looks down between the two of you, then back up at you with that fucking smirk he’s always ready to flash.

Fuck. Yeah. Yep. He noticed.

“Degradation your thing, huh?”

Now you’re the one pissed off. “I ain’t tellin’ you anythin’ that I like.”

Gator nods, making a face like he understands, it’s reasonable, until he pins your arms behind your back, and it earns a whimper from you.

“It’s not that hard to make a pretty little canary like you sing,” Gator taunts as he brings you closer to him. “Bet you like a lotta’ what I like.”

“Why would I like what you like? You’re a sick fuck.” You wriggle in his grasp, but his grip only tightens. “Gator, fuckin’— that hurts.”

He loosens his hold a bit, gauging your reaction, “Want me to stop?”

“… No.”

His grip tightens again, and you cry out, but it feels good.

“S’what I thought, freak.” Gator’s smirk only grows more smug by the second. “What game did you wanna play?”

It was easier when you were the one taunting him about this “game”, but now that it’s the other way around, you can’t find your voice. You’re embarrassed.

“Aw c’mon, darlin’, you were doin’ so well runnin’ that mouth all day. What happened?” His other hand grabs your face, squeezing your cheeks as you pout. He mocks your pout with an exaggerated one. “You can tell me.” His hand lets go, trailing down your neck as he expands his fingers, like he’s about to choke you.

There’s gotta be some confidence in ya’ somewhere, don’t just submit to this idiot immediately.

“Well, thing is, Gator… I think we should forget about it.” You’re giving him your sweetest look before kicking his ego. “You’d just lose anyway.”

Annnnndddddd, there it goes. The smirk has fallen once again.

“Upstairs. Now.” His grip on you drops as he pushes you off his lap. You stumble a bit as you get back on your feet, but you wait before following his order. “What did I just say?”

“You said upstairs, but you didn’t say where, exactly.” You shrugged, “Did you mean the bathroom? My room? Yours? The attic? That creepy little storage closet at the end of the—“

Gator sighs, exasperated already by your bratty antics. Unfortunately for him, they’ve only just begun.

“Oh, for the love of— just go in mine.”

You salute him lazily, “You got it, officer.”

It takes all of his willpower to hold back from punish-fucking you on the spot, but you’re finally listening to him, and heading for the stairs.

Before you’re gone he calls out, “And take your fuckin’ clothes off. I want them on the floor by the time I come up there.”

———

You couldn’t even deny it, you really loved riling Gator up, pissing him off— it’s a piece of cake with that short fused moron— it gave you something to do in this depressing, hollow town. Especially if you’re snowed in with nothing to do.

It’s even better in a situation like this, where the two of you are on the verge of hate fucking.

“What— what the fuck is that?”

Gator comes into the room, pointing at your legs, covered by camo cargo pants, his to be specific, along with just your bra. Legs crossed casually as you sit on the bed, your attention doesn’t leave your phone when you respond flatly.

“They’re pants, Gator.”

“Yeah I fuckin’ know that. What are my pants doing on your body?” He strides across the room, yanking the phone from your grip. Unsurprised, you sigh, giving him an annoyed yet bored look.

“You said you wanted my clothes on your floor. I got cold, so I used my resources. You let me use a sweatshirt, figured ya’ wouldn’t mind this either.”

His jaw is clenched, as if he’ll intentionally crack his teeth with the force. It makes you smirk, enjoying where this is headed.

“Take ‘em off.”

Sharply laughing, you shake your head, pushing yourself off the bed. “Nah, I’m good.”

Gator steps closer, narrowing the gap between the two of you. His stare is focused, pissed off and ready to lose his temper over some goddamn pants.

“Take. Them. Off.”

You inch closer, smirking up at him; the height difference never intimidated you.

“I. Don’t. Think. So.”

He closes the space completely, chest against yours as he glares down at you, furious at your attitude.

“Take them off, or I’ll do it for you, brat.”

Again, you’re not intimidated. You know it’s all a tough guy act, toxic masculinity at its finest. Underneath it all, there’s no way Gator’s completely dominant.

Giving him a sickeningly sweet smile, your hand grabs his face, before hitting his ego where it really hurts. “I’d love to see you try, Gator, but you and I both know you’ve never really touched a girl long enough to take her pants off. It’s okay, I know zippers can be like, hard, and stuff.”

In a flash Gator shoves you against the nearest wall, pinning your hands above your head; your smirk still holds strong. He doesn’t find any of this amusing, though.

“You really wanna fuck with me?” He breathes, noses nearly touching. “You’re nowhere near my standards anyway, freak.”

“Ooooooh, what’re ya’ gonna do? Teach me a lesson on discipline, or whatever you pathetic Midwest ‘alpha males’ do?” You’re on a roll, thriving off the way his face is growing red with anger. “Standards? You talkin’ ‘bout the pornstar posters you got in your room? Not a single one of those women would ever touch you with a ten foot pole.”

Gator exhales sharply, grip tightening around your wrists. “Just take the fucking pants off.”

“Now, how do you expect me to do that when you’re the one holding my hands?” No intention of hitting the brakes now. “Y’know, I bet you wouldn’t even know your way around a pretty cunt if you had the chance to touch one. Bet I’ve given girls more orgasms than you, not like that’s hard. But with you? I bet they’ve all faked it. All two of ‘em.”

“You’re just askin’ for trouble, princess.”

“If you just wanted to fuck me, all you had to do was ask, Gator.” You know your teasing is the cherry on top of this ego death handed to him on a silver platter. “But, y’know, you got standards. I get it. Gotta stay loyal to that cock sock you fuck every night. Oh- wait. Is that how you slick your hair back? With your own cum? That’s why it stays in place, huh?”

“Do you ever shut the fuck up?”

“Not for guys who unironically call themselves winners.” Your tongue darts out ever so slightly from your teasing smile.

“I’ve fuckin’ had it,” Gator grumbles, spinning you around to face the wall, shoving his body weight onto you fully. You hear him fumble with something for a second, then cold metal is locked around your wrists. Something about the over dramatic action causes heat to pool in your lower tummy.

“What? Ya’ mad my ass looks better than yours in these pants?” You shake your backside, rubbing up against Gator’s half hard cock. “Oh, you’re so enjoying this.”

Gator’s hips rut against you, and even through the layers of fabric between the two of you, you can feel his cock twitch. The sensation pulls a breathy moan from the back of your throat.

His hand pushes your face against the wall, squishing it a little. “You done runnin’ your mouth, freak?”

“Depends… you gon’ admit I’m above your standards?”

“You’re not,” He manages to get out, but you can feel the pressure on your face let up a little as he panics.

“No? C’mon, Gator. You were searching for porn with tattooed girls. Those searches are gonna royally fuck with your ads, by the way—“

Gator flips you back around, pushing your back to the wall again. He leans in, lips barely touching yours. “We gon’ ignore how you were snoopin’ around where you don’t belong? I think that’s a bigger issue, don’t you?”

“Yeah, actually. Until you admit the truth that I am your type.”

“Except, you’re not.”

“Right, so that’s why you handcuffed me over the fact I’m simply wearing your pants.”

Gator’s jaw clenches, leg kicking your feet wider apart. You stumble a bit.

“What’s tha— oh…”

Eyes fluttering shut, your head tilts back against the wall as your mouth falls open, all because Gator pressed his leg against your cunt.

“You’re not innocent either, freak. C’mon, make yourself feel good, just like you want.” Gator doesn’t move his leg, expecting you to do the work. It’s humiliating, and ignites something within you. “Thought y’knew the walls are thin here, but I heard you last night, after the power came back. Didn’t think you’d bring a vibrator of all things… you’re gross.”

Your eyes open but you’re too embarrassed to look at him.

“M’not gross…”

The scolding and degradation makes your hips move without thinking. Relief floods through your body as you start the friction on your clothed, throbbing clit.

“Look at me,” Gator grabs your chin, forcing you to look his way. “Where is it?”

“Where’s what?” You’re not even trying to be a brat, you just can't think straight with how his leg tenses against your core.

“Don’t play dumb, it’ll just make this worse.”

You take a moment to think; right, the vibrator. “It- it’s in m’suitcase… the little pocket—“

Gator pulls back, pulling you over to his bed. You fall face first into the mattress, just like he did earlier today. “Don’t move.”

He returns in record time, holding your vibrator, and another toy. You look over your shoulder, eyes growing wide at the second toy, a vibrating dildo.

“The fuck are you doin’ with this?”

“Um. Well. Fucking myself, Gator. Y’know, that’s the use it’s intended f—“

Gator’s behind you as you’re bent over his bed, pulling you up by your hair, mirroring your own actions from this morning. “First you’re playin’ dumb, now you’re tryin’ to be smart… I don’t got time for this, freak.” He unlocks the cuffs, but still keeps you restrained with his hands.

“Clearly, you do. Otherwise you wouldn’t be— hey!”

Pushing you onto your back, he nods to the bed frame. “Up.”

You do as he says, and Gator grabs each arm, cuffing them to the bed frame. “Jesus, how many of these ya’ got?”

“Two more pairs to hold down brats like you.”

Your legs instinctively go to press together, but Gator shoves them apart again.

“Stay.”

His hands are rough as he tugs the pants off of you, throwing them on the floor before restraining your legs, too.

You had to know if he understood trust and boundaries, and how important they are in kink. “Hey… what if I didn’t want this?”

To your surprise, his face softens, almost… worried. “Then we’re done. What’s the point if you don’t want it, too?” He goes to reach for one of the handcuffs, key in hand to unlock it.

“Wait!” Now Gator just looks confused, but hopeful. “I… fuck, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but yeah, Gator, I actually do want… this.”

He pulls back, studying your expression. “Yeah?”

“Yeah… but only if you respect safe words, too.”

“Yeah, duh. F’course I do.” Gator’s voice softens while he climbs back over you, straddling you while you’re restrained, spread eagle style. “What is it?”

Your brain shuffles random things and tidbits, digging for something from the last few days. When you land on it, you have to bite your lip to hold back a laugh. Gator can tell you’re up to something, rolling his eyes.

“What is it?”

“… socks.”

“You’re not gon’ let me live that one down, huh?”

“Absolutely fuckin’ not.”

Gator sighs before leaning in closer, faces nearly touching again. Your breath hitches and becomes shallow.

“If there’s anythin’ you don’t like, you tell me. Got it?”

You nod enthusiastically.

“How the hell didn’t you know what ‘vanilla’ meant yesterday?” You wonder out loud.

“No fuckin’ clue.” He grabs your face again, this time a little softer. “You gon’ be good for me?”

“Ye- yeah, Gator.” You pout, looking at his lips. “Wanna kiss you.”

“Not until you earn it.” His voice is firm and low. He pushes off of you before reaching for your core, toying with the edge of your underwear, pausing to check if it’s okay to continue. Once you nod in approval, whimpering at his brief touch, he slides the fabric aside, murmuring, “Fuckin hell…” at the sight of your cunt.

“Can ya’ handle both?”

Your eyes grow wide; he’s talking about both vibrating toys, and you’re nervous. “I- I’ve never tried.”

Gator runs the tip of the dildo between your folds, already wet. When it brushes against your clit, your back arches as you mewl. “Y’get wet real easy, huh?”

Before you can answer, he pushes the toy into you about halfway. Your back arches further with a loud whine escaping you as it stretches you out. He slides the toy out slowly, while your hips roll forward, desperate for more. Gator pushes it back in, teasingly slow, enjoying the view of your head falling back onto his pillows, face twisting in pleasure.

He does this a few more times before leaving the toy inside you. “Oh, shit. Wait. I didn’t turn it on.” With a flick of the switch on the base, you’re seeing stars as the vibrations radiate through your centre. He knew what he was doing, smirking when you moan.

Gator turns the small vibrator on, too, placing it snug under the fabric of your underwear, pressed right up against your needy clit. You twitch and shudder out another moan while Gator pulls the fabric back in place, backing up to stand over you from the bottom of the bed frame.

“Wonder how long you can last like this…” Gator’s mostly mumbling to himself, but it’s still loud enough for you to hear. He sits back in the chair by the desk, leaning back a little while he palms himself through his pants. You watch and whine, wishing he was closer.

“N- not long, I don’t think,” You stutter out, eyes crossing from the pleasure already. Shuddering moans emit from you, and Gator chuckles, pulling out his phone.

“I gotta make a quick call, can you stay quiet for me?”

You’re panting, fists grabbing at nothing, “Wha— No, what the fuck, Gator? I s— oh, fuckin’ hell—“ body shivering, you glare at him. “What if I do moan? Huh? What if I ain’t quiet? I could get you in soooo much trouble with your daddy.”

“And you wouldn’t get scolded by yours?”

“I don’t live here. But you do. I’m on my own now, I’ll be across the country while you’re still gettin’ pissed because your daddy won’t quit shamin’ you for havin’ a slut in his house.”

Storming over to you, he grabs a red bandanna, draped over the edge of the nightstand. He leans down to you as he rolls the fabric, “Don’t move, and keep your filthy mouth open.”

“It’s kinda hard to not move when I- ohmygod.” The vibrations between the two toys are relentless, hitting both of your sweet spots just right. You’re about to fucking lose it.

Your mouth hangs open, and Gator shoves the rolled bandanna between your lips, reaching behind your head to tie it securely.

You try making noises, but they’re muffled, not by much, but it’s enough. Gator brings his pointer finger up to his lips, silently shushing you. Another moan sounds out, but you quickly stop it halfway in its tracks as Gator glares at you with disapproval, phone already to his ear.

Gator starts speaking, but you can’t comprehend a single word he says. Your mind is fuzzy from the stimulation; there’s a reason you’ve never used both toys at once, and it seems like Gator will have to find out the hard way.

Once upon a time, you owned a rabbit, one of those vibrators that plays with your clit and g-spot simultaneously. That was the night you learned you could squirt, and you were conflicted with how good and dirty it felt. You tucked that toy away in a shoebox in the back of your closet, not using it since.

This… this kind of feels like that, and it’s not like you could warn Gator about the outcome now with your mouth crudely gagged.

Gator can’t take his eyes off of you, body shaking, legs convulsing, the way your knees try bending towards each other to close your legs, and how your hips continue to buck up into the empty space around you. Your sweet little facial expressions, like how you alternate from biting down on the fabric to clamping your eyes shut, how your eyes cross when you’re overstimulated, all while doing your best to keep quiet, as ordered.

Yeah, he could get used to a sight like this, like you.

He leans against the edge of the desk, back in conversation with his father by the sound of it— Jesus Christ, that’s nerve wracking right now— while giving you the “shhh” signal again, already hearing how close you are to breaking.

Please get off the phone please get off the phone please get off the—

You’re unprepared for your climax, ripping you out of reality so quickly, but it’s easy to reach the top while overstimulated. Something about the way Gator watches you helps, too. The sting of broken skin on your lip, somehow made possible even with the fabric gagging you, the ache around your ankles and wrists from tugging on the cuffs; you know you’re not just coming undone, you’re absolutely wrecked.

It’s all so much, it’s all too much, you have no control over how your body takes the high, and you’re absolutely unaware of your reaction, drowning in pure bliss and agony. With the little sliver of sanity you have left, you’re left wondering how loud you were, and how mad Gator’s going to be.

Winding down, you’re nothing but putty, ready to melt over the edges of the bed. Your eyes focus on your surroundings; everything’s so blurry as you open your eyes, like you slept for 10 hours. There’s the taste of blood on your tongue. You’re panting, and you feel soaked everywhere.

“Why the tears, darlin’?”

Vision still fuzzy at the edges, you look up and see Gator at the edge of the bed, reaching out to wipe your face while extra jolts of pleasure make their way out of you.

“Seriously, ya’ alright?”

Am I what? Alright?

Gator pulls the fabric out of your mouth and down under your chin.

“I…. “

You realize you’re covered in sweat, but your entire bottom half of your body is wet from—

Oh, god fucking dammit.

“Gator, I- I-“

He’s quick to uncuff your limbs, one by one, before sitting behind you on the bed and pulling you close to him, letting your back rest on his chest.

Gator removes both toys slowly, trying to be gentle with how sensitive you must feel right now, and you can hear a wet, squelching noise as he peels the fabric of your underwear aside. You’re so embarrassed as you shut your eyes, still panting as you try catching your breath.

“C’mere,” Gator wraps his arms around your waist, kissing your shoulder softly, lips lingering against your skin.

“M’sorry, Gator.” Your voice is meek and raspy.

“For what? You stayed quiet for me.” Gator buries his face into the crook of your neck, kissing at the curve where it meets your shoulder. “You were so good for me, darlin’.”

Your head shakes; you’re even more embarrassed how juvenile your reaction is right now.

“No? Why d’ya think that?” Gator asks.

“M’gross, I- it happened, didn’t it?”

He’s confused, brow quirking up as he leans forward to see your face better.

“What? Making noise? As soon as you started to, I got off the phone, I promise. No one heard you but me.”

Okay, that brought some relief. Normally, you’d find a situation like that incredibly hot, and even now, you did. But it was overwhelming this time. Like you’d really get yourself or Gator in trouble.

You almost feel like how you did as kids; the two of you would lie to have one another’s back. But now, the two of you are fully grown adults, and still as mischievous as ever, with a filthy twist.

“I- did I-“

“Squirt? Yeah,” Gator breathes with a grin. “That was fuckin’ insane. Why didn’t you tell me you could do that?”

“I was gonna, but you gagged me. Jerk.”

“Why are you upset about it, though? It’s normal, y’know.”

You knew. And you thought it was… oddly sweet that Gator was trying to reassure you on that, too.

“Not… not upset, just embarrassed, I guess.” Your breathing’s beginning to regulate, but you’re drained from everything. “Only ever did it once, and I was, uh…” Your voice shrinks, “I was alone.”

It takes a minute for Gator to get it, but when he does, that goddamn smug smirk is back on his face.

“I did that?”

“Gator I hate to break it to ya’, but technically, the fake dick did it.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, I’m the first to see it though?” His voice is still excited.

With an exaggerated sigh, you say, “Yes, Gator. You’re the first person to watch me squirt. Happy?”

“Ya’ kiddin’ me? I’m on cloud fuckin’ nine right now.”

His enthusiasm makes you giggle. “I can help… with the sheets. I’m sorry.”

“Quit apologizin’ already. I’ll get it.” Gator doesn’t sound bothered, surprisingly. “It happens, and if it happens again, I won’t complain.”

With a grin, your eyebrows pop up as you turn around to see him better. “Again? You bankin’ on a second round, Tillman?”

He shrugs, but his smile doesn’t falter. “Well, someone’s gotta fuck the brat outta ya’.”

Gator reaches up to lightly grip the nape of your neck, pulling you closer to him.

“Still want that kiss, freak?”

With a quick nod, you’re the one to move in first, and it’s not like the movies. It’s not the way people describe in love songs. It’s not totally soft; Gator’s lips are chapped, and you’re sore from biting down on your own. He tastes like that stupid fucking vape, making him sweeter than he really is. Teeth are clashing every so often. It’s clumsy and rough, and definitely not silver screen worthy. But fuck, does it feel good.

Pulling back a little, your lips still touch his ever so slightly. “I still hate you.”

Gator laughs lowly, hand snaking down between the two of you to palm your still-soaked cunt. “Yeah, sure, what’s all this then?” You gasp, still sensitive, but he just presses harder, heel of his palm adding pressure to your swollen clit.

“I can’t—“

Gator’s hand pulls away and you whine at the loss. It hurt but felt so damn good, too.

“C’mon, lemme help ya’ get cleaned up.” He gets up, but you sit there, stunned.

“You? Help?”

He scoffs but follows it with a smile; it’s small, and you’re skeptical, but he says, “What? Is it so bad I wanna take care of ya’ right now? I ain’t a total jerk.”

“That…. Is incredibly debatable, but for another day.” You’re slowly getting up, legs weak. Gator reaches out his arm, and you grab it, face covered in disbelief. You murmur to yourself, “Didn’t think you even knew what aftercare was,” and Gator rolled his eyes as the two of you left his room.

“Look, I know there’s a lot I don’t do by the rules—“

“A lot….” You’re stifling a laugh, but Gator doesn’t find it funny.

He narrows his eyes at you while pulling you into the bathroom. “There’s just some rules you don’t fuck around with.” He leans you against the sink before reaching to turn the tub’s water on.

“And what are these mystical, fictitious rules you speak of?” You’re a little delirious, laughing weakly, watching Gator check to see if the water’s too hot. He turns to look at you from the floor, expression void of any kind of smile.

“I’m serious, the last thing I wanna do is hurt ya’.”

A laugh tumbles from your kiss-swollen lips, “…. Unless I consensually ask for it.”

That breaks Gator’s stoic gaze with a tiny huff of a laugh. “Okay, freak. Noted.”

You know he’s just responding in a lighthearted tone, but you wonder if things would last long enough to get to that level. You wonder what other kinds of trouble you could get into with him. So, you can’t help asking about it, “Speaking of… did I see your entire kink list this morning in your searches?”

Gator stands up; this time, the height difference isn’t him trying to be intimidating. You’re not sure what it is, but something about the entirety of this moment is comforting.

His go-to smirk appears with a shrug. “What do ya’ think?”

“What do you think I think?”

He steps closer, “I think… it’s funny how I’ve seen more of your body than mine and it’s only been four days.”

“And somehow, in the last four days, I’ve learned more about your sex life than you have of mine.” You retort with a sly smirk. “Guess we’re even.”

“Not even close, babe.” Another step closer. “We got time to make up for it, though.”

You frown. “You’re not answering my question.”

“‘Cause ya’ didn’t answer mine.” He murmurs lowly. Leaning forward, his hands rest on the counter, arms caging you in.

Your eyes flicker between his eyes and his lips, fingers grabbing at the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging lightly before answering. “I don’t think it’s everything… but I wanna know everything.”

“Oh, do you, now?” Gator’s lips are nearly on yours, just touching enough to tease. “Ya’ finally gonna tell me what you like, then?”

Breath stuck in your throat, you nod silently before Gator finally closes the gap to kiss you.

This time is softer and slower, with open mouthed kisses, sighing into one another. Your hands wind around his hips, tugging him closer, his clothed hard-on brushing into your sensitive centre causing you to whine.

Gator gently nudges you up onto the sink’s counter, and your arms explore up his back, under his shirt, clawing lightly at his warm skin. Your legs hook around his waist, while his hands are already teasing under your bra, groaning as his fingers brush against the piercings in your nipples before lightly pinching and pulling, earning more soft whines from you.

“Fuck… when’d ya’ get these done?” Pulling back, Gator kisses and nips lightly along your jaw, down your neck, murmuring into your skin, “Keep makin’ those noises, darlin’. You sound so cute when you’re needy.”

That alone makes you shudder out a whimper, eyes fluttering shut as your head falls back onto the mirror. Gator takes the opportunity to bite and suck at your neck, soft and slow.

“Didn’t think you— ah— could be sweet, Gator. Or is that just when ya’ want somethin’?” You gasp, hips already moving to meet his.

“Just wanna know what you like, that’s all.” He keeps kissing down, biting every so often as he makes his way towards your tits. He pulls your bra down, groaning at the sight of your bare chest and the piercings. They’re tiny barbells, with little gems on either end, but it’s driving him insane. “Fuckin’—“ He can’t finish his thought before latching onto your nipple, sucking in an agonizingly slow, teasing way. Every so often he nips at your skin, then soothes it with his tongue swirling around.

All you can think of is how good his mouth would feel working like this on your clit, speaking without thinking while in a daze, “Wanna know what game— fuck— what game I wanted to play?”

Gator doesn’t move, but his eyes glance up at you while he continues his cycle of sucking, biting, and soothing. Mouth still on you, he responds with a muffled “Uh-huh” before resuming his motions. You grip the back of his head as you gasp, back arching slightly away from the mirror.

Between breathy moans, you respond with only, “Just the tip.”

Gator’s eyes roll back in his head as he moans against your skin. He pulls off, the motion echoing a soft popping noise against the walls, admiring how messy you look already with darkened eyes.

“Yeah?” Gator’s hand reaches under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. “You sure you can handle that?”

Nodding, a mischievous smile appears from you. Your eyes are hooded, sleepy with lust. “Mhm, but can you?”

Gator scoffs, “F’course I can, freak.”

“First one to give in loses. If I win, you have to guess three of my kinks.” You’re pulling his pants down, eyes going wide at the sight of no boxers, then his cock springing free. You whisper to yourself “Christ, you’re big…” but he clearly hears it and laughs.

“Fine, and if I—“ Gator chokes on his words as you lean forward, spitting onto his cock before slowly stroking him. “-I- I get to- to—“

“Aw, it’s okay,” You taunt, taking your time stroking and spreading your saliva on his member. Your thumb swipes over the tip, feeling it pulsate under your touch as precum begins to leak out. “Take your time, Gator, words are hard when you’re busy.”

Gator’s stuck between a submissive, needy moan, and a growl, irritated with your sweet, backhanded taunting.

“You sure you wanna do this?” You ask against his lips, relishing in his desperate gasps he tries to hide. “Don’t want to hurt your ego, baby.”

“Watch your mouth, brat.” Gator’s hand grips at your throat, not squeezing, just resting, waiting for your signal.

“I’ll make it easy for ya’, if you win, you get me like an open book.” You grin, leaning into his palm resting on your neck. “You get everything I like, everything I’ve done, everything I wanna do. How’s that sound?”

Gator’s hand moves, lifting your leg as he pulls your underwear to the side, still wet from earlier. You slip your arms under both of your legs, taking over. He guides his cock against your cunt, sliding his length slowly along your folds. The two of you are already making loud, lewd noises, each of you fixated on the place where your bodies finally meet so intimately.

“Fuck, darlin’ you’re so-“ He’s speechless, watching how easily your arousal makes his cock glisten. You rock against him, tip brushing against your clit, making you shudder.

“Please? Just a little, just wanna feel you…”

“I dunno, might split that pretty pussy right in half.” Gator grunts as he teases the head of his cock along your entrance. Your eyes want to roll back, but you force them to stay on Gator, watching his every move. “Not sure I’d fit.”

“I know you,” You gasp as the tip pushes in just a tiny bit. He pulls back out, teasing at the entrance again. “You’d make it fit. You’d make me take it, huh?”

Gator’s head falls back, mouth open as he imagines railing you without mercy.

“You’d make me cry, huh? I bet you’d like to make me cry, make me beg for more, even if it hurts at first.” Your words exit without warning, but you can’t stop yourself, not when Gator feels this good against you. “You’ve been dyin’ to hate fuck me, I know it. C’mon, you can tell me.”

Gator’s eyes shut tight, trying to control himself, because he could honestly just cum right here with how you’re talking and how good you feel on the outside alone. He breathes slowly, cautiously looking down at you.

You’re already cock-drunk, chest heaving as you pant, eyes heavy with lust, already looking like you could slip into sub-space at any moment. Gator wants more than anything to be a winner, but with how you look right now—

“Fuck it,” He grunts, about to push into you, but as much as it pains him, he stops himself. You’re about to ask if he’s okay when he blurts, “I don’t have condoms.”

You giggle, “M’on the shot.”

“The what?” Gator looks so confused among the desire controlling him.

“Birth control. Duh.” You breathe, and Gator takes a second before it hits him.

“So you mean—“

“Yes-“

“Are you sure? Because I- we can-“ suddenly he’s stammering, nervous, and it’s almost sweet that he cares.

But you don’t want sweet right now.

That’s all out the window though, with you saying, “Oh, for fuck’s sake, Gator. Just fuck me already.”

Wasting no time, Gator pushes his head in, trying his best to be patient and let you get used to him. Your eyes twist shut as your mouth falls open in a silent cry, feeling yourself stretch around him while he continues pushing slowly.

“Stay with me, darlin’, I wanna play with ya’ before I ruin ya’.” Gator mutters in a gravelly tone, hand reaching up to stroke your cheek with his thumb. “Doin’ alright?”

You nod quickly, but your eyes are still shut. Gator’s fingers reach up into your hair, tugging lightly, testing the waters. That opens your eyes.

“Answer me.”

“Yeah, yes, I- keep going, please.”

Gator loosens his grip with a rough laugh, “You got it, darlin’.” Every time he calls you that, your grip around him tightens. “Jesus fuckin’- you like me callin’ ya’ sweet names?”

He bottoms out, and you lock him in, legs back around his waist. You breathe, “uh-huh..”

Gator slowly pulls back, nearly pulling out, watching your reaction as he does. He enjoys the way you pout, already so wrapped up in the feeling he’s giving you.

“I like bein’ sweet with ya’, darlin’…” Gator snaps his hips, thrusting into you without warning. You cry out as he fills you up so quickly. “… but I think we both know you need it rough right now, yeah?

You’re whimpering as you nod, clawing at his back. “Mhm, yeah, yeah.”

“Like I said,” Gator rocks his hips harder, hitting your sweet spot, grunting as he does. “Someone’s gotta— oh, fuck— gotta fuck the brat outta ya’.”

It’s a slip of the tongue, it’s fleeting, but you beg, “Please, daddy.”

Gator’s fully inside you, stopping as your words hit his ears.

Fuck.

“… What’d you call me?”

You can’t gauge his reaction, so you shake your head. “Nothin’.”

“Don’t play dumb.”

Face heating up with embarrassment, you repeat, “… Daddy.” You can’t look at him, so he grabs your chin, forcing you to.

“You want daddy to fuck the brat outta ya’?”

“Mhm,” You’re so overwhelmed with embarrassment but want him to keep going. “Please…”

Gator’s hand slides down to your throat, and you nod, giving permission for what he’s been teasing all night. His fingers stretch around your throat, gripping just enough in the right spots to play with your blood flow, picking back up where he left off and thrusting hard again.

Eyes rolling back, you moan, but it’s strangled as Gator’s hand tightens just a bit more. The sound of skin slapping echoes in the bathroom, filling the gaps between gasps and whimpers and words dripping with filth.

“Takin’ me so well… y’gonna let me fill this cunt?”

“Pleasepleaseplease!” You cry, feeling your high build, between his dirty talk, his grip on your throat, and his relentless pounding.

His grip on your throat loosens, but he doesn’t let go completely. His other hand finds its way to your clit, rubbing circles with just the right amount of pressure. It doesn’t take much for you to reach the edge, and with how you’re squeezing him, it won’t take him long, either.

“I- can I- is it—“

“Uh-huh,” Gator breathes, unable to find his own words as the two of you climax together. His head falls to lean against yours while his cock twitches inside you, releasing and filling you sinfully, while your walls grip him to the high heavens. A mess of whines and moans tangle between the two of you, hips thrusting sloppily as you both ride the high out together.

The dreamy daze of the comedown is broken through by the sound and sight of the bathtub’s water spilling over the edge and onto the tiled floor.

“Gator—“

“Gimme a second,” He’s trying to catch his breath, but you reach up to turn his head to the side, pointing over his shoulder. He forces himself out of his daze, pulling out of you, both of you groaning at the loss of one another, as he dives to the floor to shut the faucet off.

He curses under his breath, and it’s a comical sight to witness; he’s exasperated, resting himself against the tub, sweats pulled down partially while half soaked from the water, still half hard and covered in the mixed arousal of you both, strands of hair falling out of place from the usual pushed back style.

You watch everything, still on the sink, resting against the mirror as you’re still panting, core sore and dripping from the mess you both made. You can only imagine how disheveled you look as well.

Gator catches your eyes with his, and something sparks laughter between the two of you. Laughing at how ridiculous you both look, how the scene around you is anything but picture perfect, how weary but content you both appear.

“Guess I should clean up too,” Gator admits. “You gonna share the bath?”

You smirk, “Only if you admit I’m above your standards.”

#gator tillman x reader #gator tillman x fem!reader #gator tillman smut #gator tillman x y/n #my fics #part time soulmate full time problem

[breakdownsbuttlights]

...who do the medics HATE to see in their office with a virus?

Challenge mode: does each medic have a different "demon patient"

Who do the medics HATE to see in their office with a virus?

... Ratchet.

He doesn't do it as often, mind you, thanks in large part to the tempering influence of Drift. But there was a time when Ratchet very much subscribed to the "if you can walk, you can work" approach to emergency medicine. If he pulls something like that now, First Aid red cards him immediately and packs him back off home.

As for who each medic's most dreaded patient is....

He'd never say it aloud, but the old Autobot in Ratchet simply can't reconcile his wartime identity with his new job as Guy Who Fixes Megatron. Somehow it's even worse when Megatron goes out of his way to be nice to him.

First Aid hates it when Rewind comes in. Not because there's anything particularly bad about Rewind, but because with him inevitably comes Chromedome. Fussing, fretting, getting underfoot. Giving unwanted advice and telling Aid things he already knows. Asking where Ratchet is.

Ambulon... probably Swerve. Asks inappropriate alt mode questions.

For Velocity-- Ratchet, again. This has never happened, but it remains her nightmare scenario. What if she screws up? What if the greatest medic in history dies on her watch and the last thing he saw was her screwing up?

#ratchet #first aid #ambulon #velocity #megatron #rewind #chromedome #swerve

[runwayrunway]

No. 50 - All Nippon Airways Airbus A380 "Flying Honu" Livery

Happy 50th Runway Runway post! I had a bit of a hard time deciding what to do for it - after all, it's a pretty significant number. I already sort of know what I want to do for the 100th post, but I hadn't put much thought into the 50th, and I had to scuttle any plans for something long and interesting after a rather stressful week. Instead I decided to do something both fun and requested!

source: ANA Stories

One (well, three!) of the most beloved special liveries out there, All Nippon Airways' turtle-themed "Flying Honu" Airbus A380. These three friendly giants fly from Japan to Honolulu, delighting anyone lucky enough to see them.

Actually, I love the Flying Honu so much I have one myself.

I would describe myself as a bit of a magpie. I collect useless things, be they historical ephemera, horror movie memorabilia, old books, pretty rocks, or way too many fountain pen inks given I mostly use them to take notes. I even have a bunch of my old teeth in a pillbox. Surprisingly, though, the things my talons have lodged in don't include many model airplanes. I have...a few. I've actually, though serendipity, gotten two more since I started this blog, expanding my collection to a startling five. Maybe seven if you count my Starscream and Brainstorm figures, but I don't think I even remember how to put either of them in their alt modes. The fact is that while they aren't a fortune or anything plane figures are expensive enough that it's a commitment to buy one, and I usually only do when I stumble on a good deal for a model I really want. And one of the few times I've actually decided that I just needed a model of a specific livery was the "Flying Honu" A380. Specifically, the one I have is the airframe registered JA382A, Kai. (She's the 1:500 JC Wings diecast model and is around the size of my hand.)

I just needed to be able to gently tap her nose in person, okay? She can't fit up on the shelf with a lot of my other miscellaneous trinkets so she sits on my desk and sometimes I explain things to her while trying to figure them out, like a coding rubber duck. She makes me happy.

All Nippon Airways (全日本空輸) is a major Japanese airline. In fact, in terms of both fleet size and number of destinations they're bigger than flag carrier JAL. They're consistently described as being among the best airlines in the world for the discerning well-to-do business traveler, and let's just say that's not me, but what I am is a reviewer of airline liveries, and ANA sure has those! In addition to their standard Triton Blue livery they do all sorts of special designs, particularly crossovers with properties like Pokémon and Star Wars. All of these are something I would like to someday feature, but none of them matter at all to me when compared to the Flying Honu, introduced with the A380 fleet in 2019.

A couple of times when I've told people I know about this livery they asked me if 'honu' is Japanese for 'turtle'. That's a reasonable question, but the Japanese word for turtle is 'kame'. 'Honu' is the word for turtle, though - in Hawaiian.

image: ANA

In fact, Honolulu is the A380s' only destination. ANA didn't really want A380s to begin with, but ended up stuck with them while acquiring another airline. The thing about the A380, and the reason it failed commercially and so few were ever built, is that the use-case for a massive plane is pretty limited. It goes as such: you have a passengerbase of people who have to travel from one giant hub that can land an A380 to another frequently enough that you can actually make money on a plane with four entire engines.

Okay, so the use-case is that you're Emirates. ANA might be expensive, but they don't really have the central location or sheer amount of regular business travelers that Dubai does. 'Three' also isn't really that many A380s, which creates a bit of a question of reliability. So instead they fixed the problem in a way that's honestly pretty genius: they made it turtles.

image: ANA

ANA seems to be generally invested in Hawaii, with a fair amount of partnerships with local organizations. A lot of Hawaiian real estate is owned by Japanese companies, and those of Japanese descent are the second-larget ethnic group in Hawaii at 16.7%, so it makes sense that a lot of people would want to travel there. Tokyo to Honolulu is a nice 9-hour flight with no possibility for a stopover of any kind (unless they invent civilian aircraft carriers for A380s), so it's the perfect route for precisely three really huge planes.

images: ANA

They can fit 520 passengers across four classes on one flight, seated across both decks of the massive planes. There is also a section of seats which convert to couches, marketed for families. Those who fly this route get to enjoy rainbow lighting and the ability to buy a duty-free 1:500 model of the plane (not the same model I have, though, I'm pretty sure) or a set of Flying Honu plushes.

Ra looks like she's plotting something. Lani looks like she's never had a single thought in her life.

And they do make money off this, because people absolutely love these planes. People have apparently had their weddings on these planes, and I would too! They make ten weekly flights right now, but in December that will be increasing to fourteen weekly, or two daily.

Okay, so, the actual liveries.

Here's Kai in full-size! The light in my room make her look way cooler toned in the photographs, but in real life she's this color. It's frequently described as 'green' or 'emerald green', but I think it's definitely turquoise and would go so far as to call it blue. Whatever the case, it's meant to represent the color of the sea near Hawaii. Kai is also distinct from the others because of her eyes, which are closed as she smiles from ear to ear. That's why she's my favorite - she just looks so happy!

...a bit weirder looking from upfront, but look how even the ventral fairing is painted! That's part of the flippers where they curl around, tucked into the shell. Unlike the Transocean Air Jinbei Jets, the cockpit windows blend in with the 'scales' of the Flying Honu, looking rather natural.

'Ra' is a beautiful orange, meant to represent the Hawaiian sunset. She has a bit of a peach undertone if you look closely, but her details are done in an extremely vivid reddish orange. Her distinguishing feature are those gigantic eyelashes, similar to Sakura Jinbei's. The actual mouth shape on all three planes appears to be the same, but I find that the eyes still give them distinct 'personalities'. Ra has always looked very thoughtful to me.

Just look at her in flight! I've never understood why people call the 747 stately or graceful, and same for the A380 - double-decker planes are just inherently goofy-looking, and that's great, but ANA managed to make one look pretty elegant. I think it's because turtles are already regarded as large and slow creatures, so fitting like for like just makes it seem as natural for this absolutely gigantic aircraft to be flying as it is for a turtle to swim.

Finally, Lani, the turtle everyone agrees to be blue, represents the Hawaiian sky during its brightest color in daylight. If you look closely, you can see her blue 'eyeshadow', which I've always thought made her look relaxed.

This picture gives a good angle of my only real critique of the Flying Honu, which is that the shells and heads don't entirely look aligned, as if the head is in the process of being retracted. That said, I think that's just a fact of working with the shape of an airplane. There's just no more space below to fit any more shell.

Rather than being just one turtle, though, each "Flying Honu" has two fully rendered baby turtles following behind their 'mother'.

I think this is adorable, and beyond that it solves a crucial problem - the tail. Turtles do have those, but not in a way that maps onto a standard empennage. Instead, ANA makes the smart choice to end the shell at a certain point and add these two extra turtles make-way-for-ducklings-ing their way across the fuselage for more visual interest, leaving the tail empty for an ANA logo without making it jarring. This is a huge improvement over the Jinbei Jets, which again serve as a point of comparison as the other major Japanese marine life planes. (Amakusa Airlines is way smaller and thus not going to get caught up in this.)

I mean, it's hard to find too much to say about these that isn't just "oh my gosh, look at them". The Flying Honu are vividly colored, with clever shapes used to make them immediately recognizable as turtles. I smile every time I see one, including the little one on my desk!

And in case you weren't already delighted, there's two extra bonus turtles!

I think it's pretty obvious I'm giving these an A+. Come on, just...just look at them. The fact that ANA bothered to make three distinct ones with their own names and faces is just icing on the cake for me, but I do love that they did.

I can't believe I didn't find a way to fit this in earlier into the post, but I really love turtles. If you have an aquarium near you, and that aquarium has turtles, I really recommend stopping by to see them. My local New England Aquarium has had Myrtle for more than 50 years. As they describe her, 'the 550-lb Queen of the Giant Ocean Tank is large, in charge, and ready to receive your adoration'.

True to form, although a lot larger and dealing in a different type of fluid dynamics, the Flying Honu jets get plenty of my adoration too.

#tarmac fashion week #grade: a+ #era: 2010s #era: 2020s #all nippon airways #aquairium #region: east asia #region: japan

[thenamesblurrito]

so it's uh been awhile. you might wanna click for clarity, especially for the kitty cat on the right. everyone here except Chromedome is a size null!

Grandus has been a champion of various martial arts since long before the Stratocracy was ever founded, with grace belied by his size null bulk. his particular specialty is a type of wrestling originating from his home planet Caminus, but he's lived on Cybertron a long time, working with Yoketron to teach and record martial arts as much as he can. under the current regime that looks down on such "violence", preserving this information is pretty important. when Yoketron decided to chip in as a benefactor for the JAAT, Grandus himself actually took a teaching position in physical education. the self-knowledge and body confidence he passes on to his students is unexpectedly engaging, almost enough to get some of them to stop gossiping about whatever relationship he may or may not have with pop star Rosanna.

whether or not his students were sports fans before, Eject is going to make sure they leave his class with a new appreciation for the glorious art of physical competition. an unmatched master of sports history and science, he can tell you the play-by-play of every Cube match in the past fifty million years without looking anything up, just as much of a terrifying information sponge as his twin, and equally terrifying on the field despite his extremely small datacube frame. given the cultural importance and how there's a sport for every function, he's actually got quite a bit of teaching material to cover even for the less active students. while he does have a Conjunx, he's not exactly in love with Chromedome like Rewind is, only married to him because of the way twin sparks work. they get along well enough, but he and Rewind have agreed that should they ever pick up an Amica, it'll be somebody Eject adores himself.

Chromedome is honestly a little confused as to how he wound up here in the first place. before, he was a psychiatric recordkeeper and ethical inspector. then his Conjunx Rewind got it into his head that he'd be just the perfect candidate to help out that new school Jhiaxus was trying to open, and Chromedome abruptly found himself a teacher of psychiatry. it's quite the change of pace, and honestly much less depressing to talk with a bunch of bright younglings than pore over yet another case file of horrific medical malpractice. he's an average size 2 car, but that's more than tall enough to pick up both his Conjunces with ease, if the two of them ever stood still long enough to nab.

he may not be JAAT faculty, but Rewind is ever-present anyway. both to check in on his twin and Conjunx or friends like Blaster, and also to get the freshest scoop on all the juicy stories this school spawns constantly! he may be tiny, but he is The star reporter of Iacon--no, Cybertron! nothing can stand in the way of getting that snippet, that quote, that blurry video, that first hand experience broadcasted to the world, even when his support staff Raindance and Grand Slam lag behind! information, he wants information! it all goes into his own alt mode storage as a datacube, making him quite the encyclopedia. the Stratocracy has tried and utterly failed to censor him, so instead they've relegated him to the function he has always excelled at, although with the way he is "accidentally" platforming the heroes and their dangerous ideals, they may be regretting letting Rewind run wild...

Roadmaster is a familiar face to many at the JAAT already, both to old friends like Thunderclash and folks she's never met. she's the host of popular nature show Quintessential Creatures, teaching viewers all about weird and wonderful wildlife. she was forged on Caminus long enough ago that her original records have been lost, but she's traveled everywhere since then, and her animal-wrangling bravery often makes people think she must be from Carcer instead. by all appearances she's slowing down now, letting her assistant Servo take on more responsibility, and this teaching position at the Academy is just perfect. she gets to affectionately nag a gaggle of fellow teachers many millions of years her junior while surreptitiously instilling revolutionary ideals and a love of nature in dozens of impressionable young minds. her walker transforms to become the cage on her enormous transport truck alt mode, most often used to haul rehabilitated mechanimals back to their natural habitats.

Meowgatron is a rusty tabkey who came up and sat on Roadmaster's clipboard one day and has been her darling pet ever since. he is, in a word, an idiot, and yet surprisingly good at finding his new favorite person Starscream to sit on and purr, no matter where he's hiding. rusty tabkeys like himself have lava lamp radiator alt modes, and many stressed students find petting his warm, blobby body very soothing. it almost makes up for his daily yowling sessions when he gets himself stuck inside a desk somehow.

#faculty #grandus #eject #rewind #chromedome #cdrw #roadmaster #meowgatron #transformers #transformers redesign #macaddam #cyberfauna #TF:SNAP #tf original continuity

[ghostradiodylan]

What type of music would the counselors listen to?

I know some of my mutuals have answered this question before and I'm sure my headcanons will be influenced by theirs, AND I'm also significantly older than the counselors so they're probably listening to gen z stuff my late millennial ass doesn't even know about but here goes nothing!

Laura So much SIØBHAN! Just kidding. Laura feels like two completely different characters in the game so I have a hard time deciding what I think spunky but straight-laced, ‘this is my first cop,’ over-achieving pre-vet student Laura Kearney would listen to vs badass avenging murder spree Laura Kearney (but maybe she always had that inside her). Part of me wants to say, like, 80’s pop (Prince, Blondie, Tiffany, Michael Jackson, Pat Benetar, etc.) and part of me wants to put her in the hard rock/metal zone with Ryan. Maybe she’s a bit of both.

Max I believe it was Addie (@insertlovelyperson) who said Max would listen to country music where women murder their cheating or abusive husbands. That tracks to me. Maybe it's the use of Alma Cogan's version of 'Fly Me to the Moon' in the game, but I also tend to associate him with crooner type singers of the 40's and 50's (Frank Sinatra, Perry Como, Dean Martin, etc), which is what I said he'd choose for karaoke. And because of this fanart I have no choice but to HC him as a major Ariana Grande fan, he's probably the one who chose the music for the drive to camp. So. Max has range.

Abi is the K-Pop/J-Pop stan to me but I know so little about that music beyond the crossover bands like BTS that I can't speak to it a whole lot. I think she'd also like some emo, pop-punk and moodier alt/pop. Avril Lavigne, Paramore, Melanie Martinez, Florence and the Machine, Metric, Lorde, Halsey, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Billie Eilish, Phoebe Bridgers/boygenius, etc. I feel like she's really into female fronted bands for some reason.

Jacob likes pretty much whatever is on the radio. He's a top 40 guy and has no shame about his enjoyment of Ed Sheeran and Justin Beiber, or about ugly crying to Taylor Swift and Coldplay. He rarely listens closely to the actual lyrics (and often gets them humorously wrong), he just goes on vibes. He discovers half the music he listens to via TikTok (not that there's anything wrong with that).

Emma is a theater kid through and through and loves broadway musicals. She goes through phases with each popular one. She's had a Waitress phase, a Mamma Mia phase, a Wicked phase, and a Hamilton phase, of course, and now she's into Mean Girls, Heathers, and Hadestown. Beyond that, I think she'd be a dedicated Swiftie, big Adele fan, and a lover of Britney Spears's entire body of work from the 90's through today.

Nick probably listens to stoner bro music. Like jam bands and psychedelic rock and stuff. He probably likes Dave Matthews Band and the Grateful Dead/Dark Star Orchestra, Sublime, Widespread Panic, Tame Impala, and O.A.R. Googling jam bands to remind myself which ones exist led me to the knowledge that there's an Australian psychedelic rock band called King Gizzard & the Lizard Wizard and that name is so bonkers that I've decided without listening to more than a few bars that it has to be Nick's favorite band.

Ryan is a little bit emo and a little bit goth and a little bit old school punk. He needs music that's loud and moody to help sort out his feelings about life and drown out all the excess noise inside his head. He's into metal, the harder side of emo/screamo, goth rock, hard rock, punk, and post-punk. He definitely listens to Nightwish, GOJIRA, Mastodon, Lacuna Coil, Linkin Park, Rage Against the Machine, Bauhaus, Joy Division, Nine Inch Nails, Deftones, Thursday, Alkaline Trio, My Chemical Romance, AFI, Bad Religion, Black Flag, Minor Threat, The Misfits, Ramones, etc. He doesn't hate more accessible pop and rock music, but the closest he gets to choosing it for himself is probably something like The Cure or The Smashing Pumpkins or Depeche Mode, maybe some of the creepier Weeknd songs and Muse tracks too heavy to go on the Twilight soundtracks. He and Abi listen to Babymetal together.

Kaitlyn classic rock and 90's alternative. This girl likes the Stones more than the Beatles, though she'll listen to both. Led Zeppelin, Joan Jett, Pink Floyd, The Doors, Black Sabbath, the occasional hair band. She especially loves the 90's girl rockers like Alanis Morisette, Garbage, Hole, Veruca Salt, and No Doubt (Kaitlyn can't believe Gwen Stefani is married to pop-country dork Blake Shelton who sings that song about being your honey bee, because Gwen used to be so cool [I'm definitely not projecting]). I feel like she'd also love Bikini Kill and Sleater Kinney, Le Tigre, and The Donnas.

Dylan is the Music Guy ™ (and my personal bias/url namesake), so I've admittedly thought about his musical tastes more than most of the others'. The official Quarry website mentions his 'deep musical knowledge' and I imagine he has pretty broad views on what constitutes good music. He's got kind of a vintage vibe to him, maybe it's the reproduction band shirt from 1988, or the fact that he's into analog technology, or both, but I've noticed he's often depicted playing Queen or Bowie or something of that era in fics, which I think is realistic. This kid goes to the used record store and just buys whatever looks cool.

Fun Fact: According to the datamine, the chapters originally had literary or musical quotes at the beginning of each, and Chapter 5: White Noise (the radio hut chapter) was originally headed by the opening lyrics from Queen's 'Radio Ga Ga':

He's also the only character we see play music in canon, so we know he likes... songs from random compilation albums with inexpensive royalties. XD Just kidding, but these are the diegetic (in-universe) songs we get to hear from Dylan's playlist at the bonfire party:

All pop music of varying subtypes, so we know he appreciates a well-crafted pop song. I honestly am a fan of all of these. I think Dylan genuinely listens to everything but he seems like the type to especially like alt and indie pop, classic rock, garage rock, a bit of the more melodic side of punk, emo, and pop-punk, new wave, synth pop, electronic, and a little bit of hip hop that’s sufficiently nerdy white boy friendly (probably Beastie Boys, Run the Jewels, Post Malone, emo rap like Blackbear, etc). I also tend to gravitate towards early-mid aughts indie for him, like MGMT, Arctic Monkeys, The Strokes, OK Go, LCD Soundsystem, etc. Just seems to match his vibe. I think he'd really like BØRNS, Hozier, COIN, Mitski, and K.Flay and probably have a fair amount of overlap with Ryan's more melodic picks (MCR, Muse, The Cure, etc). Dylan probably hates Morrissey but begrudgingly loves The Smiths and definitely cranks up The Killers in his car. He’s also listening to bands right now that you’ve never heard of but will be huge in a couple years. He can probably tell you the difference between subgenres like chillwave, dream pop, and shoegaze but don’t ask me about it because I have no fucking clue.

Since we’re on the subject, here’s my absurdly long and ever-growing Rylan/Radioheads playlist because I have a problem.

And my Sweet Summer Jams playlist, that’s just a bunch of random songs I think would be clean enough to play at a summer camp as long as the kids/your boss don’t ask too many questions.

#the quarry #I just really love music okay #one of the many reasons I relate so much to Dylan #I don't actually listen to every artist mentioned but... a lot of them yes #I spent way too long on this #hacketteer headcanons #Hackett’s quarry radio hut #dylan lenivy #ryan erzahler #kaitlyn ka #abigail blyg #jacob custos #emma mountebank #laura kearney #max brinly #nick furcillo #ask bunny #hello beautiful anon #bunny blathers

[bayheart]

the transformers: electric metal zine is out now!! download it for FREE here!!! <3

HI ALL!!! back after a hot minute with my work for @transformers-electric-metal!!! it's SUCH a cool zine (it's tf ocs!! hello!!!) and i'm so glad i got to participate!! i did art And a fic for this zine, both about my old lady Bramble here, tho they aren't necessarily connected :3 just the same gorl!!

check out the fic here if not in the zine itself!! >:]c (and u can see my buddy @woolydemon's epic spot art piece for the fic HERE!!!!!!!!!!)

anyhow, here we've got the full piece, an unshaded/glassless version (mostly to show off the rust rendering on catbot / show the center bramble without the glass!!), AND a bonus original concept version because. uh. i needed three images to make the post layout look better ok 😭

(special thanks to @dizzyst4rs for helping me so so much with the colors for the corner and top center bramble(s), as they hadn't been designed prior to this and he did bramble's og palette!! :D)

further ramblys contained under a cut thank u <3

SO!! versions of bramble to be specific, clockwise and then center: earthspark (root mode), TFA thorn (pre-experiment), earthspark again (alt mode), botbots, TFA (when she's just 'the catbot'), TFA decepticon au, TFA (alt mode), TFA shattered glass, college au lily, college au bramble, and then good ol' regular TFA bramb in the center! just for anyone curious about cont or anything <3

experimentation has given bramble a pretty shaky mental state, with a lot of struggle trying to figure out what parts of her are really her and whatnot. so i thought expounding upon that by Also including how many different forms of her there are across the TF universe would be fun!! and an excuse to draw all of the TF brambles at once >:3

and also. i swear to god the lights were blue yellow and pink the whole time i worked on this. my horror after hours of shading to realize that my pinks had become purples....... unspeakable.

i have never put this much rendering juice into a piece before ever in my life. please enjoy Pretty Colors and how i painstakingly blended the shading layers together with just a pencil brush at low opacity like a clown

#tf electric metal zine #brambleverse #my ocs #Bay Arts #my art #tf oc #transformers oc #my excuse for not maintagging this is taht there's 3 different conts here and if this shows up in 3 separate maintags i'll die 🫶 #hi long time no see um. smiles. I'M ALIVE. just extremely busy all the time. even if i was Very Behind The Deadline on this it was fun <3!! #also the quality IS a bit crunchy here on tungle but honestly. it's so detailed u can hardly tell #i can only tell bc i've stared at this thing for actual days worth of time LMAO but if u want it in full HD look at it in the zine :3 #ok shuffles back to my cave... work to do and all #robos tag

[lampfacedstudios]

It was only a matter of time until Astro got translated into the Transformers Animated style; I didn't, however, think it would take me nine years to do it (last time I tried was in 2014). I can officially say trying to replicate the TFA style is a huge pain because of how angular and simplified it is, and how different from my inherent style that is.

(Astro herself is going to be ten years old in a few weeks as of posting this. Good God.)

Anyways! With finally having dragged my partner into reading MTMTE/Lost Light this past couple of months, my general interest in Transformers has been re-ignited. And uh, I will admit, I have never watched TFA and I haven't gotten around to doing much other than absorbing content passively through whatever sites. Hell I keep putting it off because I'm not sure I'm in the right mindset to enjoy it. I do know I love Shockwave across all continuities and TFA Shockwave's design is delightfully different and I have wanted to draw him, but also in some self-indulgent situations. Astro not having a TFA design kept me from that, and then my interests moved on. And now I'm back here. Yes I'm shallow. In the Animated 'verse, Astro is still a scientist but even more heavy on the reconnaissance and spying than in the Prime 'verse. She actually has the Mirage-esque ability to be invisible for periods of time, which helps greatly on that front. She's also very behind-the-scenes with her work, so she's more of a rumor than a known figure. ( As an aside, I hate drawing alt-modes so it's very likely that you won't ever see it again. I nearly deleted it from the sheet tbh )

#transformers #transformers animated #tfa #tfa oc #transformers oc #tf oc #astro

[grzybjek]

for some reason i cant answer this ask directly BUT thank u user @honestlytastygayasstrash for the ask now get ready for the longest post ill ever write. I fucking love talking about my characters.

here they are. my scrimblos. :

Antek, token cis white man of the group: -ISFJ, he/him, age is around 18, listens to ABBA, Queen, Modern Talking, Manaam, Obywatel GC, Lady Pank and Depeche Mode.

(i think i wrote it on his ref sheet but he got his scar by simply tripping over a cupboard as a child. He doesnt tell anyone about this though and always comes up with different stories about how he got the scar. So some people think he got it by winning a bear fight or fighting a drunk old man)

-he is a fucking menace. and i mean it. most insane man on earth that always tries to grab others attention in the most dangerous and stupid ways imaginable. Also uses alcohol as his weapon to look and act more cool and always fails miserably. Hes also very noncommittal and always switches out the people that he talks to after a week, simply because he doesnt feel comfortable with anyone. But he still loves getting attention from others so he keeps getting into these relationships just to drop them later. Theres something different about Bianka and Gabriel though and thats why theyre friends. and I think his pinterest board explains his personality better than i ever will

and some fun facts! hes surprisingly good at cooking and is the only one in the group that knows how to drive a car.

if it comes to Bianka shes my favorite goth woman ever. Here is some info about her: -ENTJ, she/them, is around 17, listens to Siouxsie and the Banshees, Bauhaus, Sisters of Mercy, Myslovitz, Republika, Depeche Mode and The Cure.

-Obviously shes recognized mostly for her gothic makeup which I absolutely love drawing. And shes goth herself, and is even in a gothic punk band! The band members include her, as the bassist, Helena as the singer, Janek as the drummer and Antek used to play the keyboard before they kicked him out.

And this is how I imagine them:-) just two alt girls and just some guy. Love them

-Bianka is the most confident out of everyone in the group, even Antek who's all over the place. She knows when to stop talking unlike him though. However her being confident doesnt mean she likes being in the spotlight, in fact, she absolutely hates it. She hates that everyone is always listening to her and whenever she walks in the room all eyes are on her. So most of the times she just wants to hide and spends time in her little circle of friends, but if theres an emergency then shes the first one to intervene. She also has a very weird moral compass just like Helena so theyre best friends, obviously.

Literally her. A fun fact about her is that she has like four Siouxsie and the Banshees posters in her room and owns a golden retriver which I didnt name yet.

oh and i forgot to mention but Bianka has Chinese ancestors and has a lot of chinese facial features that I always fail to draw because I focus on her makeup too much.

The last one is Gabriel, miserable ginger guy whos also the main character of the plot and yet i know so little about him. Im still figuring out his personality honestly. Anyhow:

-ISFP, he/him, age 17, listens to Tame Impala, Gorillaz, The Strokes, MGMT, David Bowie, Dolly Parton and Depeche Mode. All three of them are Depeche Mode fans.

-As I mentioned I know very little about him. But I think hes more of watcher of the world around him than a member of it. He's mostly quiet because he cant figure out when its the best time to speak, unfortunately that also means he keeps his best jokes to himself. Hes also mostly dissociated from the world and tries to be an active member of it so bad that he always ends up doing stupid things or hurting himself in the process. I think its just safe to say hes still figuring out his place in the world, and because the world around him confuses him so much he holds onto safe memories most of the time. Thats why hes a photographer and likes catching all of the important moments of life on camera, its like a comforting feeling for him. Hes also very irrational and a people pleaser but i blame it on his undiagnosed AuDHD honestly.

questionable pinterest board explains his personality well too

-as hes the narrator of the story, its very important to mention hes a queer character. I avoided talking about the queernes of others characters on purpose, since its an important part of their story that i dont want to share yet but without any context ill just say that Gabriel is a trans man and bisexual!

as for fun facts he owns a cat named Felek, really likes green olives and lives with his grandparents. Antek also taught him how to drive a car but he never put that info in use.

AND HERE COMES MY FAVORITE PART!!!! ILL EXPLAIN THE DYNAMIC BETWEEN THEM ALL!!!

starting with Gabriel and Nastka, whom I didnt mention in this post as shes just a side character, its important to know that these two are childhood friends. Theyre not that close anymore, their relationship disappeared as time went on, but they both keep each other in their memories and think about each other a lot. They both nicknamed each other after Dead Poets Society characters too, so Nastka never calls Gabriel by his name, but Todd. Theyre also neighbours and share a balcony. Sometimes they meet there as theyre hanging up clothes to dry and just exchange smiles.

The relationship between Gabriel and Antek is more complicated. They met on a party once and never got to know each other better, but couldnt stop thinking about each other. Gabriel just knows about Antek from Bianka's stories and vice versa, and whenever they meet everyone thinks theyre best friends because of how well they can get along without even knowing a thing about themselves. They always end up dancing together on parties, going on walks at night and talking about their favorite books somewhere in the corner, having deep conversations about their views of life but they never ask each other personal questions and if you ask one of them to say whats their favorite color, they wouldnt know. I like to think the universe never gave them a chance to know each other better because if it did theyd be too powerful together. Maybe if they got to know each other better theyd be more than friends.

Bianka and Anteks relationship is pretty similar to the relationship between Gabriel and Nastka. Theyre also childhood best friends and first met each other in the counselors office in 6th grade as Bianka tried to beat someone up for being mean to Antek, a guy she didnt even know yet. She just needed an excuse to get in a fight with some boys that she didnt like and somehow made a best friend ten minutes later. Since then theyve been on and off, sometimes splitting up for months at a time and going back to each other to spill everything theyve learned while they were away. They always find support in each other even if they cant understand each other that well and are total opposites. Somehow Bianka always finds a way to cheer up Antek, even if shes the one to make him feel bad in the first place.

Antek was the first one to suggest they should make a band, and they tried several times until they ended up with Helena and Janek which I previously mentioned.

And the last one, Bianka and Gabriels dynamic..... its very cute actually. Bianka is the first person to show Gabriel the world around him and introduce him to new possibilities. She showed him goth dance moves and helped him find his taste in music. They met in high school as they sat together in math class and if not Bianka being confident and immediately accepting Gabriel as her friend, hed never speak to her. He probably still thinks shes too cool for him, but is very happy to have her as a friend anyway even if he feels belittled by her sometimes. Feeling belittled is why Gabriel usually doesnt speak to her first and waits until she does it first. They often do sleepovers where they watch all of their favorite movies for the tenth time.

Also they all have friendship bracelets. All three of them.

I dont know what else I could talk about so i think thats all!! Thats still such a long post I hope someone actually reads it. Thank you for asking about them I had so much fun writing this<3

I also purposefully avoided talking about the plot of Migawka because I want to keep it a secret. I really want to write a book or a comic one day with all three of the characters and so I wanna keep the plot to myself until I finish writing.

anyhow, heres migawkas pinterest board.

https://pin.it/7tFnFoH

#promised oc content finally #there is no way grzybjek talks about their ocs

[ecoamerica]

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[in1-nutshell]

Hello! Another of TFA Request

(Fem or GN ) Bot Buddy as Wasp's twin sibling who takes his place

Wasp And his twin are similar to each other, having the same paintjob, body-type, alt mode and others. But also differebt yet they're very close twins

You can tell who is who by watching how they act, Wasp is pompous while Buddy is quiet and known for being mute around everyone who isn't Wasp.

Buddy has an opposite personality, like being quiet and good-hearted. She known for being mute (which's not true and only Wasp knows about it). They sometimes good at mimicking Wasp, his voice and attitude.

(You can also put small romance with Bumblebee or Bulkhead, or other bot/con)

(you can also change this if you like) When they're at the boot camp, and there's someone trying out the traitor. When Buddy trying to tell Wasp about this he thought twin just being anxious or other, so Buddy only thought and to do is to pretend his twin, whether they tell Wasp, the truth or not, like 'let's pretend to be each other for one day like the old times', something alike

Eventually Bumblebee found evidence incriminating Wasp as a spy, but this is not Wasp, it's actually Buddy who acts as Wasp, while Wasp(Buddy) was wheeling away, (pretend to) protesting their innocence (and didn't swore on revenge), while Wasp, who pretend to be Buddy, stands there, he internally almost swear to revenge but remembers the small troubles he did and with his twin promise to Wasp, that he'll be a good bot, that helps others and never let revenge took over him, or something alike.

Wasp, who's now live as Buddy, being quiet and mute, and he's in repair crew with Bumblebee, or other, it's up to you

I'm gonna cut the request here cuz this become longer. I'll thinking doing another of this if that's okay

Oh!

Oh...

Back with more twin Buddy!

Hope you enjoy!

Wasp's twin taking his place as the spy

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Cybertronain reader

TFA

In their early years, it felt like it was Buddy and Wasp against the world.

Before they got their names at least.

He was the loud and borderline mean one.

Then there was his twin.

The extremely quiet one that couldn’t hurt a turbo fox if she tried.

He was extremely protective of his twin vowing to protect her from the harmful things of the world.

His way of doing that was hurting and mistreating others before they did it first.

“Can you please refrain from calling everyone a coward?”

“No.”

“Please? I’ve already had several mech’s yell at me about how ‘I’ called them a coward and had some oil spilled down my back side.”

“SO that’s why you’re wet.”

“…”

He swings his arm around them.

“Listen, no one’s going to bother us when we become a part of the Elite Guard. And everyone will remember us.”

“Hmm…”

“Have I ever steered you wrong?”

They raise and optic.

“You want that list alphabetically, numerically or color coded?”

She are about to get in the line when they see their twin start messing with some other recruits.

One of them looked like he came from the same protoform mold as they did but yellow and the other was a rather large green mech.

Her twin was making some unnecessary quips at them.

“Hey, knock it off. That was uncalled for.”

Their twin just huffs and goes to hang out with some other mechs in the line.

The yellow one glares at them.

“What? Is it your turn now?”—Yellow mech

They raise their servos in surrender.

“I just wanted to help.”

“I didn’t need your help.”—Yellow mech

“But it did look like you needed a friend on your side.”

The mech softens a bit.

The green mech pats their back a bit.

“Thanks! Hey, you look a lot like the other mech that was just here.”—Green mech

“That’s my twin believe it or not.”

“Yeesh! Sorry about that.”—Yellow mech

They wave it off as the three of them get into the line.

“He’s not all that bad.”

Their bootcamp commander was Sentinel Prime.

She already didn’t like his tone but kept quiet about it.

She quietly cheered for their twin getting his name.

Wasp, it suited him.

Sentinel stopped shortly in front of her taking a double take at Wasp.

“Why are there two of you?”--Sentinel

“That’s my twin Sentinel Prime, sir! But obviously she's the lesser twin compared to me.”--Wasp

Bumblebee and Bulkhead glared at him.

“She's not—”--Bumblebee

“Bumblebee! Keep your mouth shut!”--Sentinel

Sentinel now looked hard at her, making her feel nervous.

“Hmm… maybe you are the lesser part of your twin.”--Sentinel

She froze a bit hearing it.

Bumblebee was finding it hard to keep his mouth shut hearing Wasp and Sentinel talk about her like that.

She have been nothing but nice since they’ve been here.

“Your name is W-2. A grateful gift, mind you. Second place to your twin.”--Sentinel

Sentinel moved on to the next bots in line.

Wasp found the new name funny, even annoyingly going on and on about the name.

She just tried ignoring him.

Lately he had become more and more of a pain trying to show off to his new friends.

But it wasn’t all bad.

She did make fast friends with Bumblebee, Bulkhead, and later Longarm.

She'd much rather spend their time with the three mechs than their twin on most days.

W-2, Bulkhead and Longarm look at a pedeless Bumblebee on one of the slabs.

“Bumblebee? Where’s your pedes?”—W-2

Bumblebee crossed his arms.

“Your twin and goons decided to put them on the high shelf.”--Bumblebee

She winced a bit looking at Longarm.

“Longarm could you…?”—W-2

“Of course.”--Longarm

He reached up and grabbed the pedes to give it to her.

She reached for their tool kit.

“…I’ve been thinking about leaving the guard.”—W-2

“You’re what?! Why?!”--Bulkhead

“I don’t belong here Bee. I’ve been asking Longarm to help me get into security branch since he has connections there.”—W-2

“But… what about us? You’ll be leaving me, Bulkhead and Longarm. Not to mention how much worse things are going to get with Wasp.”—Bumblebee

She put the kit on their lap for a minute.

“…Its still up for debate Bumblebee, but I’ll let you know when I finally get to my decision.”—W-2

When Bumblebee came up with his theory about Wasp beginning the rat, She were furious that he would even think such a thing.

Sure, Wasp was a selfish jerk sometimes, but he would never do that!

When She told Wasp about the accusations he just laughed in their face.

He wasn’t worried about some false rumor, and he wasn’t going to start now.

W-2 came in a bit late to see some other guardsmen trying to wheel Wasp out.

“Wait! What’s happening?!”—W-2

Sentinel looked at them.

“Your twin here has been found guilty of spying for the enemy. He’s going to be spending a lot of time in the stockade.”--Sentinel

She looked at their terrified twin’s optics.

She knew what they needed to do.

“You can’t send him to the stockades.”—W-2

“And why not?”--Sentinel

“…because I’m the spy.”—W-2

Everyone looked surprised at the claim.

“You?”—Sentinel

“I…I impersonated Wasp and tried to let him take the fall. I’m coming in clean. Take me, not him.”—W-2

W-2 raise her servos to Sentinel.

He wastes no time cuffing them.

“Release Wasp.”--Sentinel

Wasp gets let go and just stands to the side in shock as she get put in his former shackles.

Bumblebee and Bulkhead looked shocked and betrayed as she began to pass them.

she had the muzzle on their mouth, it didn’t let the others see the sad smile on their face.

W-2 took one last look at everyone as the ship’s doors slowly closed.

SHe let a couple stray tears go as darkness consumed her.

At least Wasp was safe.

#transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #tfa x reader #tfa x platonic reader

[yeetmetotheforbiddenwildwest]

I've created an alternate universe in my head where Sam and Charlie are siblings, both 16-18 in the first movie, and instead of Sam having annoying parents and having to do the 3 A's thing and his dad buying it, they find the yellow Camaro in the same scrapyard as in the Bumblebee movie when Charlie goes to find parts for the corvette, and get it for free from the old guy as a birthday present for Charlie and/or Sam. Charlie is still a part-time mechanic and she knows about her brother's crush on her also-a-mechanic friend, Mikaela, who helps them with the Corvette. That night Bumblebee drives off, causing Sam to think their new car is being stolen so he get's his sister up and they grab their bikes and chase after him, arriving in the junkyard where they both are arrested.

Their Mom, Sally (yes I changed their parents) is a nurse and was working the night shift when she had to go pick them up from the station. Morning comes, and Sam and Charlie go to eat breakfast and find their new car that was stolen in their driveway and freak out, grabbing their dog(haven't decided if it's Conan, or Mojo; it might be a completely different dog) , and Sam calls his friend Miles.

Charlie decided she wants to go investigate, especially after what they saw last night. Sam agrees, so the two of them grab their bikes and get out of the house but the car(Bee) starts following them.

They drive past the Burger King, Sam flips his bike, but gets up. Mikaela asks if he's okay and he says he thinks he's going crazy before leaving to catch up with his sister. Mikaela tells her friends she'll see them later and follows Sam to find out what's going on. Cue Sam meeting Barricade and running into Mikaela just like the movie.

Meanwhile, Charlie finds the Camaro which then transforms in front of her. This is when she finds out Bee is a transformer. Bee transforms to his alt-mode, she gets in and they go to find Sam. Sam and Mikaela are being attacked by Barricade when they find them and Bumblebee screeches to a halt, the window rolls down, and Charlie immediately tells them both to get in.

Basically the same thing happens next, Sam tells Mikaela the '50 years from now' thing to convince her to go with them. She does and they meet the other bots. After this they go home to get the glasses and basically the same thing happens but Charlie's there too.

Do with this information what you will.

#transformers bayverse #bumblebee #charlie watson #sam witwicky #mikaela banes #transformers #transformers 2007

[crying-fantasies]

Fighting instincts

Masterlist

Heavily inspired by @michaela-o new work (hope you don't mind), just love the idea of fighting instincts on humans and while reading her work I was: How come I overlooked that?!

Some may ask how much of an organic DNA structure a terraformer sparkling has taken from the human creator.

It shows, barely, in physical traits described before, but in recent years some show way more noticeable things such as metallurgic imperfections on the derma (scars) some points of different color (similar to dots), in some cases even different kinds of paint appearing when the youngling is old enough as discoloration or degrading paint even when the quality and healthiness of nanites is the same.

But, when faced with difficult or way too stressing situations, some have been able to produce organic chemicals, maybe not sweat or tears, but chemicals that help their bodies to produce or increase their "organic instincts".

Imagine a feral human, like some bots call humans in dead or life situations, somehow increasing their strength and sharpness, more fluid while moving.

Now imagine that very same human but give it a few more meters, a hard like tank reinforcement exterior, and energon running in the circulatory system faster than any blood vessel could ever do with blood, and you have a Terraformer about to go feral.

It doesn't always happens, practically since all the terraformers have been forged in times of peace, but given the problem of being easy targets since they don't have experience in war have show quite the examples of responses to these situations.

With the records of New Cybertron the first one to show registered traces of human die or fight behavior in dire circumstances was Sabersky, it was in a mission far from Cybertron and they crashed without knowing in a neutral settlement that didn't know the actual situation back on New Cybertron.

Official in charge: Astrotrain, mentioned that: "They didn't have the slightest idea the war had ended, not even how to use a gun! When they saw my old decepticon insignia and Mariah's autobot badge they began shooting like crazy! Didn't even get a scratch of it, but the kids", his previous proud smile dropped, "the kids have never been in between open fire before, Mariah and Chainbreaker were the first ones to get injured, Bloodhorn tried to talk and made it worst, she was the next and then Sunset, I had to stop Cloudjolt from shooting back, I transformed back to alt mode to take them away as fast as possible, Sabersky was-" he paused, servo over his eyes, "Saber was behind me, I'm sure of it, I swear, I'm looking out for these reckless younglings at every moment, he is the second youngest and maybe the worst, I counted all of them, called out for him to contact back to Cybertron and he didn't say a word, when I looked back he wasn't there anymore".

Cadet Sabersky was shoot mid air, the blast and conservative fall destroyed his left wing and crashed on enemy territory, "I don't really remember what happened after they beat me", after his retrieval he was put on medbay, one of his wings wasn't fully developed, as it was new, but was attached to his frame, the content on his tank made more than one medic frantic for answers.

"Would you want to tell us what happened to you?", The psychiatrist asked softly, the youngling put a servo over his helm, feeling the dents around.

"I remember one of them took me by the helm", note: the subject looks angry to remember the events, making his servo a fist, "and started to smash me against the dirt", the fist collided against his open servo to put emphasis on the events, "I heard every one of them, like an echo!", Note: the patient is smiling, apparently to cover the gravity of the assault, "I thought: so I'm going to die here, just like pops said: if you're weak and the enemy gets you then it's over" he stopped the movement of his fist, smile faltering, the patient's field dropped, "I thought about them, mom and pops, I mean, pops is more than able to go on with his life! But mom, mom would have been sad if I died there... I can't remember".

Note: patient's wings dropped with his field.

"It angers me! I can't remember!"

Under the request of the patient an exploratory mnemosurgery was realized.

The mnemosurgeon had a hard time explaining what happened after suffering a panic attack in the middle of the procedure and also at the end of it, "I need to know how it could be possible!", was his answer before returning to his job, but in a resume after the physical attack started there was a strange rush in the patient's energon lines, a pulse, strange in it's nature before the HUD powered off, two nanoclicks of silence before the pulse reappeared, stronger, and he started to move again.

There was no way to explain it except that cadet Sabersky entered a strange stage of self preservation only comparable to the ones humans get ir order to survive, joints moved in impossible and painful directions, armor was loose in certain portions of the body to improve movement, and hunger, the cadet consumed some of his attackers, riping off their steel to consume it and also integrating it to his own body by something similar to new tissue generated by a process equal to human digestion and homeostasis.

"He looked like a dire wraith, but less deformed, I don't know how to explain it but he looked a lot like a human with armor, for Primus' sake, he started to move on four limbs, his vox glitched and he sounded like a human! How is that possible!", The surgeon seemed to be enthusiastic about the whole ordeal and the possible hypothesis around the event.

Note: Further research is needed, since terraformers are still a subject of many questions, we'll contact the scientists aboard the Lost Light since they are the first ones to have any information of the first individual.

Cadet Sabersky has zero recollections of the incident and the medical personnel has decided that was the best outcome of the whole situation to prevent bigger trauma.

#reader insert #angst #tf mtmte #transformers x reader #transformers idw #transformers #tf blitzwing #terraformer au!

[foxsarah]

for those who are unaware

the infamous "everyone hates me because i defend an actor nobody likes and therefore am a special little victim despite harassing countless mbav-centric blogs"-blog found her way into me & @/morganweir's discord the other night. this post will serve as information for anybody on discord who happens to be unaware of who she is/uncomfortable with interaction. this will also be a retelling of just??? other strange shit theyve said/done in the server??? so yeah 👍

anything with a * will have proof under the cut for the sake of being concise, alt text not yet provided at the time of posting, server members that are not mods have been scribbled out for the sake of their privacy

this is her discord handle, which used to be completely different when she joined. her first username was "sweetgoldensunflower_67494"*, until she changed it to "bennyweirsgirlfriend_86787". to most of us, this was an immediate red flag/signal that this might've been "the benny anon". to me and mer in particular, we wanted to wait to see if we'd possibly misjudged someone's character before making any attempts to kick or ban. some may consider that too slow of a method for taking action with this person, when really, there are a handful of atticus/benny "defenders" to this day who are more normal about hiding that part of themselves than this person, and it would've looked even worse if we kicked someone for seeming like the benny anon.

and for a minute or so, she too seemed normal, until she made her intro. where she faked her age.

you'll notice that a lot of her messages are edited, and some members brought to my attention that her intro said "20" at first instead of "24". why on earth would a 20something year old have their screen/username as "girlfriend of canonical child"? idk! regardless i hadn't noticed the change in her intro due to being busy irl for the majority of her interactions. speaking of interactions,

i'm never going to fault someone for not knowing how to use discord, newer members to our server most likely haven't been using it as long as older members, but this exchange was in reference to our "rules & roles" channel that is set to "read only" mode for members who aren't mods. i assume the "permission" she was talking about was the ability to write messages in that channel.

bringing discourse into our channels isn't exactly uncommon, as most of us are mature enough to have conversations that don't get into personal absolutes like this, in regards to a member's video essay on radio rebel.

at this point, the language used by her messages were just carbon copies of her anons** as all of them followed the same theme of her "fave" being "hated" or attacked. she would go on to assume the worst** of other members the same way. this was expect of her as anyone who's had the displeasure of the benny anon in their inbox knows how she likes to go on her tangents. what we did not expect was her finding a server member's personal instagram page, going through their following list, and choosing to make unnecessary commentary on it.

this was the last straw for me, as i have no patience for cyberstalking no matter how "small" it may seem. i proceeded to ban & block her.

i suggest that yall reading this do not continue to engage with her, especially those who are members of the mbav server, as i'm pretty sure it would do nothing to protect people from potential harassment, nor would it benefit us as people who just want to partake in enjoying mbav.

that's all 👍

*original username

**personalizing critiques of atticus mitchell as "hate"

#no main tags bc i think this will find its audience lol #like i said guys. if we ignore her and block her every chance we get she will eventually tire herself out #kinda being a hypocrite by posting this but i ultimately just want us as a community to stay informed & alert. peace