#the control panel was the ACTUAL control panel my god

[sciderman]

I won't lie, there's a centrain magic to reading comics, maybe it's because you have more control over the direction, speed, voices and music when reading over watching something, maybe it's how creative people can get with panel lay-outs, maybe it's all of those things along with the different art styles and way people express themselves through their comic runs, maybe it's the fact there's SO many of them and so many different runs, AUs, versions, solo-stories and characters that while not every comics is for everyone, there's A comics for everyone.

And it's something that only animation can come close to capturing, occasionaly some games because they can give us amazing set pieces and action and stylization through gameplay. But to me live action movies just miss the mark exept a few and even then i just enjoy the comics more.

I think one big thing for me is the narration, because it helps me relate to characters as someone who's thoughts are pretty loud and narration-like, and the fact it's ME who decides how i make the characters sound and talk rather than having to listen to someone else voice the character in a way that i feel isn't "right".

So i'd say personaly it's comics>>books (i like books, and i LOVE fanfics but the visual part stimulates my brain more) >>>animation>games>live action

i agree wholeheartedly! i don't know, i'm kind of in love with the comic medium. but i love writing, also. i just - i really don't like the passivity of animation and television - i need a lot more stimulation than that to get my brain working. i like all the brain work you have to do when you're reading words. and i love the challenge of pulling off "comedic timing" when you don't actually HAVE the dimension of time in your medium exactly - so you have to work with panelling, and you have to work with spacing in your writing - and it's just so sexy and more active for the brain. like you're inventing a language.

comedy writing in comics is so, so fulfilling because you're a comedian, but your format is visual. you need to rely on visual language to carry it. and jokes are all about expectation and subversion and timing. a joke can fall so flat if that timing is off. and - i don't know, i'm obsessed with comics, as if they're some kind of form of visual poetry. it's taken for granted, i think. it's taken for granted.

i think you become more restricted the more dimensions you introduce - so - writing is entirely free. you can do WHATEVER you want, all by yourself, without needing to rely on the quality of your art software or the actors you have at your disposal or anything - you can conjure any visual you like. comics - more challenging, you're limited by your artistic ability but again - you're not restricted by voice cast - god, i love being able to conjure any voice at all in my head for the boys. i think if i was restricted by voice actors i'd have to write them differently, et cetera et cetera... i'd be dealing with VAs and saying "actually. your delivery is all wrong. i have to rewrite the joke." - i'm so particular about these things, you have no idea.

i remember the first time i watched the deadpool movie after having read the original script over and over YEARS prior and having heard it play out in my head in the most hilarious of ways and then. hearing ryan's delivery of those jokes and thinking "oh. it's not that funny actually."

sorry ryan. it might've been funnier if i hadn't read the script already and hadn't already had the movie play out in my brain way funnier than how you did it. sorry. my brain is a better cinema.

something i also love about print vs film - i've had this problem with a lot of adaptations - i despise film adaptations of books i love, just because - something is so sullied about having so many hands in the pot. actors. camera men. producers. directors. all these people - when - what i loved about the book was feeling close to the author. it's just me and him. we're together, intimately. and all of that intimacy gets lost when you know there's a huge film crew behind it.

kind of weird. i love reading a book and just, giggling over the pages, like it's a joke between me and the author. i don't know, i'm a weird little saddo who craves intimacy. so i like the intimacy of it being a one-man show. i love things where i can feel close to the creator. i hope that's why people like my things too. and it's why i like my things. i sometimes think "ouugh. why can't i work for marvel" but i think about how - i'm lucky i get to create what i want to create without having to compromise or answer to editorial. and what i create can always be unapologetically me. and that means more. that means so much more.

#sci speaks #sorry marvel you'd ruin me. #im cringe and i am free

[aviatrixcadenza]

As someone whos been using win 7 for years (not joking), win 11 sucks oh my god how do yall use this

#Im rolling it back to 10 I at least know my way around 10 #I miss 7 tho 7 was great it was perfectly sensible the directories and file explore were great #the context menus werent the inbred pugs of win 11s #the control panel was the ACTUAL control panel my god #win 11 feels disgustingly dumbed down and mobile ified and I Do Not Like It #it speaks #my roommate has betrayed me he liked it apparently #also by god the bloatware #I do not want your silly apps and edge #begone #Im venting dont mind me #Avis new computer woes #OH AND 7s SEARCH WAS AN ACTUAL SEARCH NOT THAT INTERNET BS #like yes i know you can still do that through the explorer but oh the hate if im searching from my desktop its for my data and my data alone #my old comp could only run up to 7 so i was literally using it until this morning

[famwhy]

Bereavement

noun

/bɪˈriːv.mənt/ The state one is in when losing someone important to them

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse

42! Miles X F!Reader, 1610! Miles X F!Reader

Synopsis: Miles is missing, and all you can think about is getting him back. Upon finally finding him, however, you're taken aback by the copy that stands beside him—the same copy that was staring at you with wide, shaking eyes full of... disbelief?

Note: this one's for my cousin. The idea actually came to me while I was rewatching the first spiderverse lmao. Who knew Kingpin was such a source of ideas?

part two.

You saw it—on the control panel—42. Miles had been transported to Earth 42.

You belonged to 1610; which meant that Miles also belonged to 1610.

He was in the wrong universe.

Your best friend was stranded in the wrong universe.

Now, if you were a rational person, you would've called for back-up—maybe even gotten Hobie's help like Gwen had. But you weren't a rational person—and could anyone blame you?—your best friend was probably in danger, of course you would act without thinking.

The watch wasn't hard to swipe, everyone was too caught up in what had just happened with Miles to care for guarding their little 'goober' dimension devices. Tracking him down wasn't terribly difficult either, not after you knew which world he went to.

All you really needed to think about was where exactly you had to open the portal—but luckily for you, Margo was willing to help.

"You owe me for this, by the way." Her head tilted your way, lids narrowed in a sassy look you dismissed with a wave of your hand.

"Yeah, okay, what're his coordinates?"

With a roll of her eyes—that you very much thought was quite rude—she gave you just what you needed; his exact coordinates.

The assortment of colours and geometric shapes appeared before you with a few taps of your finger against the cold device, flitting across the room in a bright blur of pure chaos that hurt your eyes to look at—

—but you would endure it; if only for Miles' sake.

"This is stupid, by the way—" you turned, facing the girl who insisted on making a snide comment every five seconds, "—you're not even a spiderperson."

"Says the girl who's speaking to me through a VR headset and isn't actually here right now," you growled.

"Careful, I can shut this whole thing down right now and tell Miguel what you're planning," she returned your apprehension with crossed arms, brows furrowing even further.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you sighed, "it's just— I'm worried about him. Please don't tell Miguel. Miles has saved me so many times, it's time I save him for once."

You assumed you must've looked rather pitiful for her features to have softened up, arms falling limp by her side as she, too, gave a sigh; though hers sounded like it stemmed from a different type of exasperation to yours.

"Just... go. Before I change my mind—preferably."

You gave her the brightest smile you could muster, hoping to god she could see all the appreciation in it—and there was a lot—before turning back around to take a step into the portal.

"Miles! I'm here to—"

As soon as you walked through, you were met with a dark room—though, that wasn't what caught your attention. Instead, your wide eyes landed on that familiar hanging bag, beat down and bits of its material flaked off.

Chained up to it, was your very own, Miles Morales. And stood directly opposite to him was... also Miles Morales?

Alright, you were aware of this whole 'spiderverse' thing but you didn't think it would be this trippy.

"...save you?"

They were both staring directly at you, however, the expressions situated on their faces were vastly different.

Miles—your Miles—had his eyes blown wide, shaky pupils not leaving your form for a second, even as he started frantically shaking his head from left to right, he still remained in eye-contact with you.

The other Miles also had his eyes blown wide. This time, however, it wasn't in warning—no—his pupils were dilated and his form stood rigid; still as a statue.

"Cariño..." he whispered; so much breath in his voice, it barely sounded like words were coming out.

"Y/N! You have to get out of here!" Your Miles yelled, pulling at his chains as though it would get him any closer to you.

You scoffed. "And leave you? I don't think so."

"Don't worry about me! You have to—"

"Cariño."

You blinked, casting your gaze back over to the other Miles—who now stood much closer to you than before. He was just an arm's length away, in fact, how did you not notice him approach you?

"Mi vida, oh Y/N..." his voice was soft as he spoke—quiet and coated in an emotion you were unfamiliar with—hand moving up to your cheek to gently trace a cold, steel claw over it.

"Hey!" The sound of metal chains clicking grew more frantic from behind him. "Stay away from her! Don't you dare hurt her!"

Either the Miles in front of you was ignoring your friend on purpose, or he genuinely didn't hear him, because he continued to do as he was doing—continued to give you shivers from the icy material against your cheek.

Then, all too suddenly, he flew into your torso, engulfing you in a hug so tight—so inextricably emotional—you stumbled back a little from the sheer intensity of it all.

"You're alive..." he breathed out—and it was then that you finally understood what the tone of his voice was. "You're really, truly alive. Oh mi cariño, I've missed you so much."

"Wha—?"

"Lo siento... lo siento." He buried his face into the crook of your neck and the surface of your skin slowly grew wet, your collar soaking up. "I didn't get there in time, I couldn't save you."

You and your Miles shared a glance.

You saw your reflection in his eyes; the look of shock on his face; the scenes that flashed through his pupils. You saw a fear in him, one unlike anything you had ever seen before.

You saw your near-death experience replay right before him.

"Te quiero—" the other Miles—the one holding you—grounded you once more with his words as he pulled away just enough to look you in the eyes and continue, "—you know that, right? I'm so sorry for not saying it before. If you hadn't— if you never— I'm so sorry."

The phrase shocked you, sending an electric pulse down your spine and rendering you utterly immobile.

"I always have. For the longest time. It's always been you. It's always—only—ever been you."

If what he was saying was true... then—?

"Y/N!"

Suddenly, the metal against your hips was replaced by the familiar silky material you were used to; the one worn by your Miles.

"Miles," you breathed out, looking all around you to see the shattered glass that flew in the wind—scattering in all different directions as the warmth of the inside abandoned you.

"I'm gonna need you to hold on, okay?"

You nodded.

Then, you glanced behind him, catching sight of the familiar geometric mask of the Prowler—sharp claws out—coming in hot and fast and furious.

"Miles—!"

"I know, mami, I know. I need you to trust me for a minute, alright? You know I'll never let you get hurt."

You nodded once more, nails digging into his dark suit as you buried your face directly into his chest. You felt yourself flow through the air, swiftly moving as the wind worked against you, pushing back on your hair as though you were its worst enemy.

It was nice. It was fun. It was... bound to go wrong.

One moment, you were safe, all coddled up in Miles' arms as he swung through the sky—the next?—

—you were falling.

"Y/N!"

(Note: I feel like I need to address this because some people seem to be misunderstanding what I'm doing with Margo.

First of all, Margo is not AT ALL being mean in Bereavement. The whole of that fic is written in the Reader's perspective (and I'll prolly end up writing something in both Miles' perspective too) - this makes her an unreliable narrator so you can't trust the way the story is being told to you is 100% accurate to the true events.

At the start, the Reader is frustrated because she knows her best friend is stranded on another universe - this makes her unfairly take out her frustration on Margo when she thinks lines like 'who always seemed to have to say something every five seconds' (paraphrased).

Margo thus responds accordingly (as she should) and although she threatens to tell Miguel, she never actually would because she is legit one of the only real ones in the movie. So no, to those commenters that were accusing me of making her 'aggressive' cuz she was black - that is not what I'm doing at all. I am writing the Reader's perspective after just having lost her best friend.

Margo is the only one helping. She is literally being kind to the Reader. If anything, the Reader is the one being rude to her but again, that's because her best friend is missing which isn't an excuse but definitely an explanation.)

#miles morales #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman atsv #across the spiderverse #female reader #miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles #42 miles morales #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 #miles morales prowler #earth 42 miles morales

[lillithhearts]

I saw that you didn't have any ideas for the 3rd prompt so maybeeee the moment Alastor makes a deal with the reader and he's all like "jeje all this power for the small price of my soul" and then the readers like "nu-uh that's not a small price actually, I'm gonna treat you horribly" and then it dawns on him that he literally sold his soul. :P

Or after the fight with Adam the reader like goes to rub it in Alastors face by helping him patch up and stuff after hearing him sing about him trying to find a way to get out of their deal.

Also manic Alastor giggles 💕✨💖

Whichever you want if you want, don't want you to feel pressured or stressed!

Also I am loving the Rosie and Alastor fics you've been writing they are amazing! 💖 You are definitely my fav hazbin writer ✨✨

As always, drink water and eat a snack!

✨ anon

Alastor x Overlord!Reader˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

ׂׂૢ pairing : Alastor x Reader

ׂׂૢ cw: Not proofread, abuse of power, Reader being mean (in a loving (not really) way)

ׂׂૢ reader is gender neutral

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

While quietly walking among the broken remains of the hotel your eyes scanned every piece of debris watching the dust settle from the violent, bloody fight you witnessed; stepping in Yellow glowing blood you paid no mind before your eyes slowly trailed to the trail of red blood; back to a very familiar spot that you knew all too well, with a shrug of your shoulders and a deep breath you, you made your way to the tower; the blood of your dearest soul sticking to the sole of your shoe.

Arriving at the shattered and battered radio tower, you easily hoisted yourself up into it; not making the slightest effort at keeping your presence unknown to Alastor who was hunched over his control panel; rigid, shallow fast breaths while his chest heaved; you smugly watched his ears flatten further upon his realization of who had found him, his gaze shifting to meet yours after a few seconds his body too, turning to you; revealing that nasty gash on his chest his eyes seemed heavy, his smile strained; wince and pained expressions contorting as you tutted at the Overlord while walking up to him; gently undoing the layers to get to the gash, his hand raised; hesitating to stop you his hand quickly retreating back to the control panel with one sharp glare from you.

"you should be more careful. Look at you, I thought I didn't need to see you this truly pathetic again"

Your words cut through him as his eyes averted every inch of you; shame, embarrassment and humiliation washing over his weakened body before he leaned more into the control panel, his sharp nails digging further into the metal surface at the next venom laced words coming out your mouth

"oh. So because you're hurt means you no longer answer me, Alastor?"

"no,no you're right I'm sorry, I should've been more careful"

The sweat dripping from his forehead while one of his eyes lingered on you watching you meticulously work on his fresh wound, your face didn't match your hands gentleness however; your eyes filled with annoyance and hints of just pure anger; you had better things to do then take care of his pathetic self; he had felt your tug when he was hit, essentially further convincing him to get the fuck out of there; the second he was away he knew he'd never hear the end of it from you; and now his flattened ears are listening those very said words.

"I thought you were a powerful overlord, you honestly thought this would've been a good idea? It seemed I underestimated you"

Every new word, every new insult and comment made him wince again and again while glancing at you looking for perhaps a sign you'd soon let up with your entourage of sickly words, not helped by the sly smug smirk very abhorrent smirk on your face, Alastors eyes met yours; seeing a glint in your orbs, God how he hated being infront of you it always felt so overwhelmingly humiliation under your precise watch.

"you can be glad I saved you last minute, honestly why do I need to save you every time, The leader of the exorcists; did you think he'd be an easy fight? Or did you go into that fight wanting to embarrass me?"

The silence in the broken radio tower was thick and deafening, Alastor shallowed the lump in his throat and opened his mouth, trying to look at you, looking for even the slightest bit of worry in your eyes, trying to find even a sliver of you that actually cares about him, quickly snapping back when he felt a rough hand grab his jaw and pulling to kneel over while his body tensed at the pain shooting through his body

"answer me, before you lose that tongue of yours."

His breathing quickened and his clawed hand gently came to hold your wrist, seeing him fighting to regain his composure.

"i— I don't know what I was thinking, that was stupid of me..I apologize"

"hm. So you can listen. Pull yourself together"

You let go of his jaw, clearing your throat and stepping away from him; turning your back to the Overlord and leaving through the hatch you come through; leaving Alastor stood there with a gentler hand replacing the one you had, the other one hovering over the cleaned and patched up wound.

Author's note : man...I GOT A LIL LAZY AT THR END....I KINDA HATE THISSS

Taglist : @k1y0yo @ihavetoomanyfictionalcrushes @d0nutsaur @anni1600

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel imagine #alastor x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor imagine

[cuddles-with-dragons]

Fives: We need to distract these guys. Echo: Leave it to me. Echo: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss. Anakin & Rex: *immediately begin arguing*

Rex: What's gone wrong, Fives? Fives: Hey! That’s one hell of a thing to say to a person. Just because I’m calling doesn’t mean there’s a crisis. Rex: That’s technically true, I suppose. Why are you calling? Fives: Well... There’s a crisis.

Anakin: *sees someone doing something stupid* Anakin: What an idiot. Anakin: *realizes it's Ahsoka* Anakin: Wait, that's MY idiot!

Ahsoka: I hate to disagree with you, but- Anakin: Please, you love to disagree with me. Its your favorite thing to do.

Anakin: Wanna hear some dark humor. Rex: Yeah, I love dark humor. Anakin: Alright. Anakin: *Turns off the lights* Anakin: Knock knock. Rex: Turn the damn lights back on.

Rex: I left instructions for everyone while I'm gone. Fives: Mine just says "Fives no." Rex: I want you to apply it to every possible situation.

Police: You’re under arrest for trying to carry three people on a single speeder bike. Fives, with Echo and Rex behind them: Wait, what do you mean THREE?! Police: Yes…three. Fives: Oh, my God— What the fuck!? Police: Wha- Fives: Cody FUCKING FELL OFF!

Rex: Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.

Echo: Fives! Rex got that thing on the control panel working! Fives: Wow! That looks pretty impressive. Echo: Yeah! Fives: Any idea what it does? Echo: Not a clue.

Cody, answering his comm: Hello? Rex: It’s Rex. Cody: What did he do this time? Rex: No, it’s me, Rex. It’s actually me. Cody: What did you do this time?

Obi-Wan: Everyone, calm down! We're grown-ups, let's deal with this like adults! Anakin: So, we're just going to wing it and hope for the best? Obi-Wan: Obviously. Now, Ahsoka, pass the shovel.

Police Officer: You have the right to remain silent. Fives: I choose to waive that right! Fives: *screaming*

#anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #ahsoka #captain rex #arc trooper fives #arc trooper echo #commander cody #501st shenanigans #the clone wars #tcw incorrect quotes #501st chaos

[mariacrow]

TFP Decepticons x reader

✶ relationship headcanons ✶

I know no one asked for this and that there are requests in my inbox but rewatching TFP got my inspiration and ideas all over the place :’)

THIS ONE IS LONG 💀 (that’s what she said-)

2nd person

female reader

how you’d get together, confession

how you’d function together, PDA

intimacy, preferences (NSFW)

how long would it last

MEGATRON

OOF.

As your lord he would treat you as one of his servants, nothing less, nothing more

Knowing he’s intrigued by you and not denying it, he would give you more difficult tasks (mostly in the lab because you’re SM0LL)

All you’d get from him is bare minimum praising but oh how you’d blush and melt nevertheless would make him smirk and snicker

He’d definitely be bossier when it comes to you just because he wants to dominate you in any possible way

As time would pass he would get more intimate with you in private, perhaps a little touchy

It would all start with rough sex, him pounding you into the control panel, make you stain it with your bitter sweet juices as he’d make you scream his name- okishouldstop-

Anywho, that would be the “confession”. More like making you moan out YOUR confession

As your relationship would develop, he’d make you seem as his personal pet, he’d even call you pet names

He’s very possessive and protective, hence PDA in this case would be making you follow him around the warship all the time, carry you and be a little touchy at times just to make sure you’re still his. He’d protect you at all costs and maybe even panic when you’re in danger

When he wants to do it, you will do it, be that the control room, the lab, in the hallway against the wall, on the floor, it doesn’t matter. You will take him when he wants it the way he wants it

He’s into dirty talk, also loves when you beg and scream his name or call him lord or master

He doesn’t like making a mess so he’d always scold you when you’d make one or when he’d fill you up to the brim and make a puddle underneath, always blaming it on you

Actually loves when you’re a playful brat and disobey him so he can punish you

At times you feel like his sex toy but he’d prove to you that you’re much more

It’s just the way he functions, he’s evil after all but definitely loyal to the core

You’re either his forever or you shall perish

🩶

STARSCREAM

EW.

He’d pretend he’s annoyed by you all the time, pretend he hates you the most as if you’re his blood enemy

In fact he’s very jealous when he sees you looking at anyone else or God forbid TALK WITH THEM

Once he wouldn’t be able to take it anymore, he’d angrily drag you somewhere where you’re alone. First he’d take a deep breath and almost cry as he’d confess to you

He’d beg you to be his, he’d kneel in front of you and kiss your hands and cry his feelings out as well as apologize for treating you like scrap

In the relationship he’d be into that master and kitten stuff, he’d even call you kitten (cringe imo)

He is into PDA just so he could brag how you’re finally his

He’d act all dominant and make you refer to him as master, as well as during the freaky time but if you’re a switch or a dom, he can easily become a sub and squirm and whimper

After he’d totally embarrass himself with begging you to let him cum, he’d deny it and pretend nothing happened

When he’s dom, he can be very nasty and sloppy. Definitely a dirty talker, also likes to hear you beg

He’s very easily offended BY ANYTHING so he’d always be the one breaking up with you every week and then coming back to you on his knees just a day or even a few hours later

He’s just one pathetic lover

🩶

KNOCKOUT

Oh he’s one hunk of a mech

He’d very visibly expresses his burning feelings for you

He’d flirt with you all the time, give you seductive gazes, smirks, winks etc.

He’s a mech that notices every little detail so he’d shower you with compliments any time he gets a chance, making sure he doesn’t repeat any of them

He’d always ask you to help him fix his paint job whenever it would get ruined or simply give him a buff session

That would be your beginning love language, that’s when you’d be alone and when he’d take his sweet time making you all flustered

He’d love taking you on long relaxing rides, he’s a romantic soul after all

That’s when he’d take advantage of the perfect moment and kiss you, tell you how the long foreplay should finally turn into something serious

He’s an amazing lover, he’d treat you like a princess, pamper you, spoil you, get you everything you need to take care of your beauty

He’s definitely a tease too so you’d enjoy his little suggestive sentences until your passions finally collide and drag you to bed with him

He’s sensual, he likes to take it slow and hot and definitely a mech to get turned on by the pleasure he’s making you feel

Definitely into oral, loves eating you out until you reach your limit

He DOES NOT shut his mouth, he might as well give you an eargasm before and orgasm

He knows what he’s doing, he knows how to find all of your soft spots and overstimulate you and occasionally make you beg, he doesn’t mind, he loves all the sounds you’re making

In conclusion, he’s definitely a mech who read that “She comes first” book

He isn’t perfect though, he can be a burden and difficult to handle, especially his perfectionism which can be REALLY annoying

That’s why you might go through some difficult times with him, take a break and then come back to each other after a month or two

Even when you’d “officially” break up, you would get back together nonetheless

🩶

BREAKDOWN

MY 2ND FAV!!! 🥰 he so goofy I love him

He definitely lacks a couple of braincells so he isn’t the best at making you intrigued

He would flirt with you all the time in his own… Breakdown way-

He’s trying to cover up the fact he’s VERY afraid of hurting you, mostly physically because he’s so huge

He doesn’t have a sense of his surroundings hence he can be too rough at times and he’s aware of that. Just another reason to be scared to break the ice with you and take it further

He has proved to you a couple of times that he isn’t just a pile of steal and a hammer. Deep inside, behind that thick armor he has a big warm spark waiting for you

His confession would be perfectly timed, even though he hasn’t planned it a bit, just when you’d feel he’s playing with you all along

He would spill his spark for you and tell you he loves you

It would be a start of a wholesome relationship with a perverse size difference which would actually start turning him on

He’s quite of a sloppy kisser (kinda hot ngl)

In bed he’s like a dog in heat, his favorite position is doggy style even, he loves giving you spine breaking back shots and watch your ass jiggle and smack on his thick hips and thighs as you scream for more

He also loves using you as a pocket pussy, just squeeze you in his servo and bounce you up and down on his spike

He doesn’t know what a slow gentle pace is but if you ask him nicely, he will try, for you, his beloved

He’s quite vocal so you two will definitely echo around the warship

He doesn’t give a single damn what others think, hence he’s totally fine with PDA

Quickies are also his thing, he’s a risk taker, it turns him on

Sometimes he’s taking it too far while others are around:

Breakdown: *gets all touchy in the middle of the lab* I want to stick it deep inside of you so bad rn-

Y/N: Not the time-

Breakdown: ok-

He can be so dumb sometimes, no one can make you mad like he can, make you cry even and that’s why the relationship would be unstable at times

But he doesn’t want to lose you because you really make him happy and he wants to build something serious and everlasting for the first time in his life

That’s why you’d always get an honest apology from him and you’d move on together like a healthy couple (until the next stupid thing he does-)

🩶

DREADWING

MY NUMBER ONE!!! 🥰

He’s definitely a mech to hide his feelings for you and deny it

He’d treat you roughly and avoid you at first, trying to erase every special feeling in his spark he has for you

At some point he wouldn’t be able to do it anymore and he’d let himself sink into your beautiful eyes, admire your smile and small, soft figure, let himself enjoy every moment of your beautiful voice tickling his audio receptors

As you’d grow on him, he wouldn’t leave your side and tend to stare at you without even blinking (he can be a creep-)

His confession would be spontaneous, your lips and his dermas would meet one evening in the lab and he’d tell you how much he’s been thinking of you. It would seem like a proposal because when he gets attached it’s over, you’re his one and only

As your relationship would grow stronger and more serious, you’d see he indeed has a soft side but ONLY for you

Hence he isn’t really into PDA but he isn’t ashamed to say you’re his partner, though he tends to avoid it

He would make sure you don’t think he’s ashamed of being with you, explaining how it’s all because of his duty

When it comes to intimacy, he’s a mech that prefers it slow and gentle at first but then he wouldn’t be able to contain his urge and strength and go rough on you (size kiiiink)

He dirty talks here and there but he’s more of a groaning type that uses his hands to express himself (grab your hair, scratch you, mark you in any way)

He’s into sounding though so he’d make sure you make sweet juicy noise that would only make him into a wider animal that will fill you up to the brim

Perhaps a tiny punishment kink-

Afterwards he’d ask you if he was too rough and if he hurt you to which you’d only boost his ego with saying how it was perfect

He’s not playing around, if you’re his partner, he will cherish you and protect you forever

After losing his brother, he can’t lose you too…

🩶

SOUNDWAVE

The moment he lay his optics-… visor? Sensors? Anyway- the moment he SAW you, he knew you’re THE ONE.

He must have you at all costs

He would secretly display a smiley face for you from time to time which would lead to him doing it whenever he’d see you on the ship

When you’re alone, he’d quietly approach you and stand or sit very VERY close to you

He would express his intrigue by being willing to help you, displaying sentences such as:

“Soundwave: willing to help.”

As you two would get closer to each other, sentences such as these would show on his visor:

“Soundwave: finding Y/N prepossessing.”

“Soundwave: relishes moments with Y/N.”

He would start displaying a heart the moment he’d feel as if you two finally clicked

When he’d want you to give him a kiss, he’d simply lean closer to you and wait for a sweet smooch on his display

This is ONLY when you two are alone, PDA is a big nono due to his job, he must stay focused at all times

In bed all he cares about is pleasing you. Tell him what you like and how you like it and he will more than just exceed your expectations

If you’re a fan of tentacles, well… you know~

Sometimes it seems as if he doesn’t even need to get intimate, as if he’s just your pleasure robot but at times he can get overstimulated by the sight of your pleasure so he gets the urge to take over

He doesn’t make sounds at all

He definitely videotapes every single freaky time you two have (kinkyyyy)

If you ask him about his voice, he will reveal it only for you but afterwards he will still prefer not using it often

If you’re his, you’re his forever, no doubt

🩶

SHOCKWAVE

HE SO THICC

It is ILLOGICAL for him to fall in love

But here we are, lab boy is all over you

He would rather die than express it, hence you always thought you had no chance with him

Though as time would pass, he would invite you to the lab more and more often so you would help him

He would admire your tiny hands at work, just stand there and watch you do whatever he asked you to

He needs a little lab assistant to help with him with stuff of smaller size

And that’s indeed how you became his little lab assistant!

You would get mixed signals from him whenever he’d pet your head and tell you you did a good job

Until one day he would just lean closer to you and say:

Shockwave: I request a kiss.

To which you’d kiss his LAMP.

He’d only treat you as a partner when you’re alone, mostly in the lab or his berthroom, explaining to you his position is too serious to show any kind of weakness

He would keep his formality of speech all the time which is kinda hot at times

Getting intimate with him is not easy considering his sex drive isn’t big but once you do, it’s heaven

He always takes it his way and it’s mostly in the lab. He has a weird sex in the lab kink (kinda hot)

He prefers missionary as he loves seeing a pure mess he’s pounding into

He’s mostly quiet but he would throw his helm back or/and groan in pleasure because you’re too tight for his girthy spike

Getting caught is not something that worries him. Even if someone does walk in on you, he would just assert dominance that way - stare at whoever entered the lab as he keeps pounding you

He isn’t the best at aftercare but he’d praise you and clean you, carry you to bed or just let you rest on his shoulder as he continues working

He’s VERY possessive which means there’s no running away from Shocky~

You’re lamp boy’s eternal love

Some stuff is from the roleplays with my bestie @k----a27s

Dividers belong to @kiwicidios , @firefly-graphics and @kimjiho1 💜

#transformers #transformers x reader #tfp #transformers prime #decepticons #tfp decepticons #megatron #starscream #knockout #breakdown #dreadwing #soundwave #shockwave #tfp megatron #tfp starscream #tfp knockout #tfp breakdown #tfp dreadwing #tfp soundwave #tfp shockwave #megatron x reader #starscream x reader #knockout x reader #breakdown x reader #dreadwing x reader #soundwave x reader #shockwave x reader #tf headcanons

[hello-vampire-kitty]

Servamp chapter 136 spoilers

I only read the chapter once so I haven't understood some parts because I haven't looked up the meaning of some words, that's what I'll do when I get to properly translate the chapter, but in the meantime, I'm just going over a few pages so you can get an idea of what's going on.

Oh my God, this chapter reveled so much!

I haven't talked about this, because I still have a few chapters to work on, but the previous one ended with Lily saying that everything was done in order to make the revived Count become the 9th Servamp with Mikuni as his Eve.

If that's the plan, could it mean that Mikuni will break his contract with Jeje or will it be possible to also keep him too?

Lily reveals to Misono that initially he wanted to put Kuro in Mikuni's path, but that would have been a great risk if Tsubaki went after Kuro, so instead he chose Mahiru.

"As someone from a family of magicians that could be easily monitored and who didn't posses the combat skills of a magician...And most of all, he was the son of a certain man"

Lily tells Misono about Touma being Mahiru's father, who was a hindrance because Touma was close to the realization of the Count's reincarnation. Lily thought that if Tsubaki would target Mahiru, Touma would be dealt with if he tried protecting Mahiru.

Lily didn't think that Touma would try shooting his son, but he was wrong.

"Love is the most difficult to read."

Lily tells Misono about his mother and what we knew about her was a lie. To start off her name was Tatsunami Hokaze which is so weird and perhaps it was a mistake because it happened before that some character's name were misspelled, like it happened with Pisca (it was even brought up by Tanaka on Twitter) and I recall one time where Tsurugi's name was written Rurugi xD

So, I looked up Hokaze (歩風) and it seems to be a boy's name and I have found the readings Ayuka or Honoka for girl names, so maybe one of those is actually her name?

Well, if it won't be mentioned by Tanaka if it was a misspelling, for now she will be called Hokaze.

Moving on, I noticed that in the first panel on the left, if you look closely at the book she's holding, it most likely "Jane Eyre" written on the cover, so we have a literary work that's associated with her.

Alright, so she was one of the orphans Lily brought to the Alicein house, like Dodo and Mitsuki.

Lily described her as ambitious woman and he encouraged her to get into Mikado's good graces. If she became his mistress, she could control him from the shadows.

The letters from his mother that Misono read were censored by Mikuni and crafted a beautiful story. In Japanese it specifically says検閲 which means censorship, so that seems to imply that he didn't fabricate the letters entirely, some things that were written in them might have been left unchanged.

Poor Misono :((

Man, the drama of this family...

So, we get to see Lily's past and I'm assuming (because it doesn't say) that he was selling his body? That's the impression I get from that image with the old guy who's giving him money...

Alright, moving on to Kuro's fight against Tsubaki!

It's awesome how Kuro made the candlestick into a sword! It looks cool!

Tsubaki says that demon Kuro was apparently sensei's "something", that he called things such as friend or brother and the demon was sort of like a familiar.

Kuro wants to hear from Tsubaki why is he obsessed with the Count, but Tsubaki isn't reluctant to tell him.

Kuro uses "Elpsis" to try looking into his memories and it's so cool that he can use Mahiru's ability, like he even changed the sword into a staff like Mahiru's!

Tsubaki had a little sister :(

So, apparently the reason he wanted to revive sensei isn't because he cared about him. He wants the ritual to be fulfilled because he awaits what comes after. Tsubaki made a promise with sensei, the latter telling him that he would make his little sister happy.

What could that mean? If she's dead, could it mean that he will bring her to life? It doesn't mention what happened to her...

Oh boy, so, I feel sorry for Misono because of how much he was deceived and we also find out that Tsubaki wasn't actually looking forward to be reunited with sensei because they had a deep bond or something, he even admits in this chapter that he's probably just a means to sensei's objective to be united with Kuro, because sensei was only interested in him.

So yeah, that's about it. I want to end the post by saying that I thank you for the patience with the scanlations, I still have three more chapters to finish until I start working on this one.

#servamp #omg the stuff that were revealed in this chapter #the lies! #lily and tsubaki backstories! #oh my god!

[keigosstarlight]

More Hawks Headcanons💖

Because my last Hawks headcanons post got some attention, I decided to do some more 🥰

This one will have NSFW headcanons, and I'll try to put those under a read more.

SFW

I wasn't sure to put this in NSFW or SFW due to the fact that a lot of the "his wings being sensitive" headcanons are NSFW, but I feel like this is safe enough.

His wings aren't as sensitive as fanon writes. He's been seen letting people touch his wings. (Manga panel below.)

I think, if anything, it's more like touching his arm. Context matters a lot. So, an unexpected flirtatious touch will undoubtedly be different than a fan touching them.

(Sidenote: I'm unsure if his wings being written this way is an actual thing people believe of Hawks, or if it is simply for fanfic works, but at the end of the day, it isn't that serious.)

Hawks survives on coffee. There's just no argument. He's a top hero, so how much sleep can he get? And he's seen drinking cans of coffee in canon, so my headcanon is that he is 75% coffee.

Has a fish tank?? I dont know. I feel like he would really enjoy going home and watching some fish swim around. It relaxes him. He hires someone to care for the tank when he's too busy, though.

Bird man needs big bed for wings. He will sprawl them out. Prepare for him to starfish.

NSFW and CW under the read more!

NSFW

Cw: bruising; praise kink; not just descriptions. I'm using quotes. Prepare for smut. (F!reader - "girl" used in praise.)

This man absolutely loves being on top so he can throw your legs over his shoulders. He loves how your face contorts when he's able to get deeper than you expect. However, after patrol, he is undoubtedly exhausted. Hawks is zooming throughout the city all day, running on nothing but coffee and fumes. You might have to ride him if you want it done, but that's okay because the way he gazes up at you so adoring while his hands grip your hips and he pants praises makes your legs shaking worth it.

He's absolutely a mixture of soft and rough. He'll lovingly whisper in your ear how beautiful you sound when he fucks you, but God damn, he's pounding you to oblivion and he isn't stopping until you're begging for mercy.

"You sound so beautiful when I fuck you like this, such a good girl for me. God, listen to you."

"Use your words for me, baby. Moaning and squirming isn't telling me what you want."

All while one of his hands is gently caressing your face and the other, you're sure, is making bruises on your hip.

He does enjoy doggy style because of the amount of control it gives him, but not seeing your face makes him have to savor the noises and he wants *all* of you. He wants to see how much he's pleasuring you and be able to lean down and give you kisses as he desperately tries to keep moving his hips.

#birdie chirps #birdie writes #hawks smut #bnha keigo takami #mha keigo takami #keigo takami #hawks headcanons #mha #bnha #my hero academia #respectfulsimping

[riririnnnn]

Can we talk about him?

Oh god this sweet springchild deserves so much more love than what Fandom gives him.

It's only been, I guess, a month of me joining Tumblr, so I can't say what you all think here, but as far as I've seen in other places, I got to say that he is hated/trolled for no reason at all.

Yuki would've been a green flag, scratch that, he would've been the greenest forest if he were a real person.

I understand that

THIS

is one of the first manga panels we got of him, and yeah, I agree that he feels like that one annoying teacher's pet in our classes, but considering the environment of BLLK and the fact that they all literally have their soccer career in line, I don't think so that he did anything wrong. Besides, he didn't try to put anyone down, he is only asking for a reason.

Then we have this panel:

It seems annoying again, but considering his backstory, both the above panels start to make a lot of sense.

To be honest, even without his backstory, the above panel was justifiable since Noa himself said that he judges by number and if Yuki has a better number data then obvi-fucking-ously he has the right to ask such a question.

Also, why we don't talk more about his backstory?

Do you all understand how devastating it is to lose a dream all because of a situation or a circumstance that is completely beyond your control? Imagine working hard for something only to lose it all just because of something that you did literally nothing to deserve.

Further, he had it easy as a model you know. In a country where the average male height is 5'7'', his 6'0^½'' height is surely a great advantage, yet he decided to fight for his dream. How cool is that!

Also, sometimes, I think that if Isagi were not to be the protagonist, then how bitch-y everyone would've considered him.

Like,

WHAT THE HELL, MY BOY!?

I understand that he didn't know about his medical condition but still!?

In their argument in the changing room, I do think that both of them were right in their own way: Blue Lock was literally made for strikers, and, at least according to BLLK ideal, what type of striker passes to someone else!? And seeing things from Isagi's perspective, he did the right thing!

And I also think that Chris was a big bitch for blocking Yuki's goal like that and top of that, also calling it/him pathetic.

Why is he posing like he just solved the global food crisis? Like, what the fuck, my man? That boy hasn't even completed his teenage years, HAUL YOUR OLD WRINKLY ASS OUTTA THERE!

And after that Isagi passes him a goal too and yada yada, but Yuki acknowledged it right away. He also came to apologise and accepted his mistakes.

Just look, look, LOOK!

How sweet he looks. Like a pathetic wet cat. Oh lord! I want to protect him.

And do not dare to come at me by saying, "IsAgi ofFeReD hiM a pLaN bUt wHeN hE aSSisTeD hiM yUki acCePTEd iT."

Like bro, first of all, shut up. Second of all, imagine being in the soccer field and someone passes you the ball, what are you going to do? Run the other direction or something? Brah, Blue Lock taught the boys to be egoistical not stupid.

Just stop hating him.

.

.

.

One time when I was thinking about Yukimiya's headcanons, I was like, "He might actually be blind one day, so I think he is learning sign language."

Then after a long pause I was like

...oh

#blue lock #bllk #yukimiya kenyu #雪 ranting

[needle-noggins]

Time for Vol. 5: Meryl's very bad no good horrible day

Even though she saved the day by shooting Legato, breaking the craziest stand-off while also scared shitless. I love my wife. She can hold so much complexity in her. Now let's get into it:

First, a moment from Vash:

Our boy is in utter agony here, and the thought of Meryl is what keeps him going. Obviously she's in danger and needs rescuing, but come on. He's enduring this pain for her. He can't quit, for her. Yeah, this is par for the course for our anime jesus figure, but come on. Let me have this.

Quick moment of Meryl seeing Vash's feathers for the first time and she's terrified. It's interesting how Wolfwood and Meryl are both so deeply terrified of Vash, but Wolfwood saw a lot more up front at Jeunora Rock and from a distance. Meryl, on the other hand, is trapped. I also think Wolfwood processes it completely differently because he also sees himself as a monster, so to him it's recognition of the self through the other (deragatory). For Meryl, it's just all traumatic. She's just a 23 year old woman and she didn't ask for this.

I think these panels above explain my question from earlier - Meryl is definitely seeing Vash's flashbacks to July here. She sees the black hole gate, the destruction, and the angel arm; I'm not sure if she knows about the part with Knives, but based on some really helpful people on my earlier post today, I think she reveals that she saw that too (oof). I'm not sure what she's seeing in the bottom panel of page 95, though. If someone could explain, I would be super appreciative.

Like I said, she's just a normal person. What was it that someone said to Vash earlier, that he's endured more pain than any person possibly could live with? And now Meryl feels some of that - a lot of it, perhaps, considering that July was so traumatic to Vash that he lost his memory of it. Someone else pointed it out wonderfully that while Fifth Moon was Knives controlling Vash, July was 100% Vash aiming to kill Knives and everyone else was an unlucky casualty of Vash's fear and anger. Meryl sees what Vash is capable of - and that he has killed scores of people - not just second-hand through circumstance, but in actuality.

ANGEL MODE GO CRAZY GO STUPID! GORE GORE GORE!

I mean, Vash doesn't have great control of his power anyway, between hardly ever using it and feeling intense emotion that affects it. Thank god he doesn't use the angel arm here, but holy shit? Meryl just saw what that thing is capable of, and Wolfwood saw it in real time, and he's yelling at Meryl to escape but she's trapped underneath him. After she was also trapped in an elevator, and the elevator fell, and holy shit if i were her I would need extensive therapy to go into an elevator ever again, never mind all of Vash. And then as Vash's angel arm powers down it morphs again into this ungodly homunculus of body parts like it's fucking Envy from Fullmetal Alchemist (*Trigun predates FMA, to be clear) and he is apologizing profusely, knowing how terrifying it is and he has no control over what's happening with his body.

Huh. Between that and how Knives keeps assaulting him, that's a pretty painful running theme.

Thankfully, as Elendira takes the spotlight (my other wife) (she can do no wrong, I love her dearly), I think it gives Vash some time to cool down long enough to go back to "normal". And then he holds a dying Hoppered's hand, showing compassion to a man who tried to kill him but then re-experienced the horrors of July with him, showing that Vash still cares that despite how terrifying and destructive he can be when he loses it. And Meryl watches on.

#trigunbookclub #i am fucking COOKING with vashmeryl thoughts #vashmeryl #many more of these posts incoming i just. this one i had to get out first #i will gladly pay for both vash and meryl's therapy thank you #ive been waiting for this scene #trimax

[monkey-d-ezekiel]

Gear Reverse Theory (kinda)

okay hear me out. no the 3 week break is not messing with my mind. but WHAT IF Gear Reverse is an actual thing. we've seen Luffy in Gear 5 multiple times by now, right? and one of the consistent responses that Luffy has had to people acknowledging him as Sun God Nika has been essentially "Huh? I'm just Monkey D. Luffy!". Like he does not care for this Sun God business in the slightest.

The point is, Luffy has never wanted to be any sort of hero or God, and he doesn't take kindly to his new gear (Gear 5) basically being called a reincarnation of someone else, specifically someone who was worshipped as a God of Liberation. He always clarifies that he's just Monkey D. Luffy and doesn't really understand this Sun God business.

But we've also seen it be stated that Zoan devil fruits have a 'will of their own' and in the case of Luffy's mythical zoan, the will of the fruit is that of Sun God 'Nika'. We've seen Luffy undergo a fairly noticeable shift in personality numerous times while fighting in Gear 5. While his major fights pre-awakening used to be tense struggles with him adopting a more serious demeanor, his recent fights have been more characterized by humor and goofiness. This seems to be a direct effect of the will of Sun God Nika or Joyboy coming to the forefront. In a way you could say that Luffy's will and personality is sort of playing second fiddle in Gear 5.

We all know that Luffy is a headstrong and in a sense, selfish guy. He values his beliefs, personality and aspirations over the morality of a hero, as we've seen several times in the series. He was averse to Jimbei trying to frame him as a hero in FMI, and the same held true for one of his first interactions with Vegapunk, in which he seemed disenchanted at the thought of being some sort of hero. Oda seems to be indicating more than once that Luffy is yet to realize that his awakening has made him a reincarnation of a God.

So what exactly will Luffy do once he fully understands what his fruit and its awakening entail? He's going to be unhappy about it. Luffy does not want to be a hero, and especially not when it comes with the added cost of having your will taken over by a mythical deity. and this is where Gear Reverse comes in. Luffy is going to be the first human to go beyond his awakening. Gear Reverse is going to be Luffy asserting his will over the fruit and making use of all its powers post awakening while also making sure his will is the dominant one, and not that of the fruit. I'm not sure how exactly Gear Reverse would look, but I think it would be cool if it was Luffy simply in his base form and nothing more, while still being able to fight in the ridiculous manner he does, turning the environment to rubber and such.

I think one of the biggest indicators which point towards Luffy slowly gaining control over his devil fruit, rather than his devil fruit having control over him, is this panel from chapter 1108. It is in equal parts menacing and goofy, combining both those elements to create a terrifying atmosphere, and a bit of a departure from the overly humorous style of fighting that Gear 5 has been so far.

Anyways yeah, there's probably a buncha holes in this theory, but I found the concept of an internal clash of wills within Luffy, between him and his devil fruit, to be pretty interesting and in character for Luffy, while also being a fresh and innovative direction for the series to take with Gear 5 rather than it just being a chosen one story.

#one piece #one piece anime #op manga #one piece manga #straw hat pirates #gear 5 luffy #gear 5th #egghead island #gear 5 #op manga spoilers #one piece 1108 #op 1108 #one piece chapter 1108 #one piece 1111 #op 1111 #one piece chapter 1111 #sun god nika #sun god luffy #one piece kizaru #kizaru borsalino #admiral kizaru #kizaru #devil fruit #straw hat luffy #luffy #one piece luffy #monkey d luffy #monkey d. luffy

[dairy-farmer]

Saw some NICE Reverse Robins Art? And just? Eldest Blood Son Damian Wayne? All the gorgeous of BOTH his parents? A man who never felt his position threatened by these younger children? But still had that oldest sibling "they're talking my Father's love and attention AWAY from me" drama? Grew up. Lost his Tim.

Was BETRAYED by his maternal family, when they brought Tim BACK, mad from the pits, and never told him. The whole alt-timeline. Edgy Red Hood Tim. Red Bird Jason. Robin Dick.

But!

Multiverse shenanigans? Who is THIS?! It's a Cannon-adjacent Tim! He's HEROICALLY sacrificed himself by tackling the megalomaniac of the decade, into the Multiverse Destroying Portal BEFORE it could fully charge! While he, said maniac, held the control panel. Thereby shutting it down.

There had been no other way.

He had expected to be ripped to molecules.

But here he is, on the sort of Shitty Roofing that can only be Gotham infrastructure. So? No time to tremble in the face of near oblivion. Gotta beat this fuckers ass so hard his ANCESTORS rethink their life choices. Tim drags himself up. And makes Gotham proud.

Which is how Darkwing (Damian's edgy self chosen name he's now stuck with until his Father retires.) Finds him. Half dead and beating up a clear Supervillian, wearing Bat gear. Good enough for Damian. He'll get answers AFTER the scoundrel in imprisoned.

Only Tim passes the fuck out.

Wakes up, in the cave, to his own? But slightly different? Face. Two things jump out. One, that God awful skunk strip Jason was permanently stuck with after the pits (that he refuses to admit, is kinda sexy). And Two, either this Tim started Testosterone WAY earlier, somehow managed to keep to all his scheduled shots dispite Superhero Craziness, OR... this lucky bastard is Cis Gendered.

Unless maybe not?

Hey, Me, pronouns. (He/Him.) Nevermind! Bastard it is! Fuck you! Why do YOU get all the luck? I have to take shots! (I DIED.) OH, boo hoo, WE'VE ALL DIED! Ya'aint special! *Tim on Tim verbal violence intensifies*

No one can tell if... they are? Bonding? Or hate each other. Someone should stop them. Unfortunately, it has to be Bruce. Which is how they learn: No, actually, he DOESN'T know what universe he's from. It's never come up before and they don't have the technology. He expected to die.

It was a one way trip.

Now they have a New/Extra Tim. There are Tim Twins. One is An Angry Bad Boy. And the other? Strangely sexy. The competence kinks are developing by the minute.

Worse, for Damian? This Tim seems... almost? Baffled? By his politeness? Seems to expect violence and aggression? And become utterly FACINATED by him, once he realizes its not coming. Damian has never been the center of someone's attention like this. Had someone hang off his every word like this. It's breeding... Thoughts he shouldn't be having.

And RR!Tim is getting jealous. That's HIM. He should be interested in HIM. THEIR shared lives. Not Mr "ooooh look at meee, the Perfect Soooon". Other Tim should be... be like his TWIN. His BROTHER. HIS other half. His!

Bruce? Hates that he sees what could have been, in this Tim. Calm and collected. Not raging and destructive. A good Detective. A perfect Robin. Dedicated to The Mission. Not the unhealing, raging, wounded animal his son has become. He wants to protect this Tim. Hold him close. Cherish him. But he also loves HIS Tim. He feels so greedy.

And Jason? It's like the Red Bird he looked up to is BACK. Not the raging monster that swings between hating him and ignoring him. Even better! This Tim looks at HIM like he's some sort of miracle! So he plays up the spunky, the cute. Crawls into his lap and chats. Gets to hang out. Be the center of his world. He... he's in LOVE. Already formulating a long term plan. Gonna marry this Tim and have a house and kids and a dog! It'll be perfect.

Baby Dick? Robin? Was EXHAUSTED trying to hold everything together. Trying to pretend he didn't notice the tensions. Play the performance of "cute baby brother" to distract and defuse. Then this Timmy came! And FIXED everything. Took Dicks job like he'd been doing it for YEARS. Smiled so pretty and perfect. Told him he didn't have to pretend.

Like he KNEW Dick. Better then anyone else.

So maybe Dick goes... a little crazy. Follows him. Smells his stuff. Wants to crawl into his bed and DO things. But! He's not the only one! Everyone is going crazy! Timmy does that to people, he's decided. But it's okay. They're TIM'S people. So it's okay if they go crazy for him.

And really? It's just a matter of who's control breaks first. Because Tim adores them but doesn't think they'd be interested. Tim is situationally dense as bricks. They love him anyway.

-🐼🐼🐼

all of them intent on this tim not realizing the tim of their universe will never let them get dibs 😩

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

[chuthulhu-reads]

[ID: A page from Trigun Maximum. In the top panel, Vash has his arms outstretched to hold his gun. His right arm, sleeve and all, is distorting and cracking as part of it twists and extends up into a branch that has curled around and caught a bullet in mid-air. Little feathers, like the beginnings of wings, are extending from some of the cracks. Vash is wide-eyed, frantic-looking. The bottom panel shows a closer up image of Vash's face and upper arm, showing that the branch has caught the bullet just inches from his right eye. The bullet is still turning and giving off smoke as it expends its momentum, the thin branch evidently extremely strong to hold it. End ID.]

Not that I don't love a good wingfic/wingart but I think we've got some REAL wasted potential in leaving out how much Vash's extensions are both feathered and resembling leaves, bark and branches. And evidently capable of not just warping his body but the fabric of anything he's wearing. The first time I read this I thought this might have been as much of a surprise to him as it is to the reader--that he's so off his game today that he has a closer call than he has before and reacts with an instinct he didn't know he had. My current read, based on a panel below, is that he did know he could do this, but usually does his damndest not to. He is off his game, not fully in control of his reactions, so he slips and does something he normally avoids at all costs, possibly because he knows what the reaction will be...

[ID: three panels from Trigun Maximum. In the first, Meryl is collapsing, clutching her head in both hands, her mouth open and eyes wide in terror. Milly is throwing her arms around Meryl with a frantic expression, yelling "Ma'am! What's wrong, Meryl?! Hang on!" The second panel is a flashback to Vash's partial angel transformation, focused on the inhuman scream on his face and his right arm transforming into the Angel Arm weapon. The whole panel is overlaid with a staticky filter that makes this dark and chaotic. The third panel is a close-up of Meryl's terrified expression, in a photo-negative style so that her skin is dark and her hair is light. End ID.]

PTSD is a BITCH. Meryl seems to be holding it together after Ryutsu Citadel--she often comes off as the kind of woman who prides herself on being level-headed and keeping her shit together in chaotic situations--but this unanticipated transformation triggers a whole-ass flashback and that throws her into a level of terror we've never seen her experience before, not even when she was actually kidnapped, because that's how PTSD be. All that terror that she would have felt at the time had she not been full of adrenaline and anger and panic, unloading out of nowhere when there's nothing else to interrupt it. I'm glad Milly is there, she seems like she gives good hugs, but GOD this hurts to see--especially since it generates more grief and guilt for Meryl because of how her reaction drives Vash away. She's vibing with Wolfwood on the "this guy is terrifying but he's also the best person I've ever met and I can't help being in love with him" but she's had WAY less time to process knowing what Vash is...

[ID: Four panels from Trigun Maximum. In the first, Vash looks angry and frustrated, his teeth gritted as he looks down, panting, "Sh-shit!" The second panel shows some random generic townspeople looking on with wide-eyed, startled expressions. The third panel has reduced those same townspeople into pitch-black silhouettes, with only their eyes and mouths visible as blank white lines as they say, "Did you see that?", "He's a monster", and "He really does have the power of the devil." The fourth panel shows Meryl, her arms cradling her head and mostly covering her expression, but one eye is visible, wide and crying. She's visibly trembling. End ID.]

With so much Christianity about it's not surprising that some people jump to "he's a witch!" but still, OUCH. Vash's frustrated expression here is what makes me think that maybe he did know he could do this--he has, after all, seen Knives create his blades from his arm--but he really, really, REALLY does not want to and usually avoids it at all costs. He's just that far off-kilter to begin with and accidentally doing this does not help. I have to wonder if he's ever done this before and gotten the "burn the witch!" reaction before... that REALLY wouldn't help his fear/lack of knowledge about his own body as an independent plant if he never actually explored what he can do because he wants so badly to be perceived as human/pass socially among humans. And if showing his non-humanity so deeply terrifies not just strangers but even someone he was getting quite close to like Meryl, why wouldn't he hate and fear himself?

#Trigun #Start your projectors folks #I'm having feelings about being visibly disabled in public myself #Meryl's PTSD is no joke but you just KNOW that Vash can't really untangle her fear from the Ryutsu Citadel shit #from the crowd reaction to him being Visibly Not Human #He feels inherently unfit to be around humans when he doesn't Look Normal Enough #Though in his case it's not just how he looks #These powers that he doesn't understand DID destroy a city and DID kill people #He knows people have a good reason to fear and hate him #God dammit both of these people deserve and need full-body Milly hugs but there's only one of her

[moodymisty]

♦ Handling ♦

Author’s note: Episode 4 gave me ideas, need to write about my husband. Forgive any messiness, it was a very quickly made thing XD I am going to suck this man dry I swear to god-

Summary: Tech’s incredible driving skills get you hot and bothered.

Relationships: Tech/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, This is the definition of porn without plot, Unprotected sex, Sex in the Marauder, Tech being so unaware, tiny amount of fingering, pre-established relationship,

The races on Safa Toma were, an adventure; To say the least. That was how you’d put it when Omega was in earshot; As to avoid any, less than flowery language. Having to bite your tongue around a snobby, obnoxious droid and keep your pockets from being picked whenever you were standing still, the outing served to be more than it’s fair share of entertainment value. In every sense of the word.

Especially when Tech put himself up as a racer in TAY-0’s place after the droid got obliterated, for the second time, leaving Cid’s original plan in complete shambles.

You never lost faith in him, though that wasn’t to say you weren’t a bit worried for him at points until he safely passed the finish line.

But gods… You knew he was good at piloting the Marauder, very good, but to see him driving a speeder like that too now; Like it’s an extension of himself he can move at the flip of a credit has been…

Enlightening. To put it lightly.

When he gets out of the speeder and stands on his own two feet, you have trouble not just instantly pouncing on him, holding back and giving him a congratulatory hug instead. It took every ounce of sanity, but you manage to wait until all of your business on Safa Toma is concluded, before heading back to Ord Mantell. Once you do, it’s not long after you’ve all settled back down that you gently touch Tech’s arm; Enough to catch his attention while he sits at the bar.

“Mind if I talk to you for a moment?”

He looks away from whatever he was reading on his datapad, while Wrecker and Omega goof around somewhere in the back of the bar. You can almost see his brain attempting to figure out what this could be about, looking you in the eyes while his lips are ever so slightly parted.

“Very well. I have no immediate need to finish this as of this time.”

He turns fully in his seat as if giving you his attention, but his confusion quickly gains a level when you gesture towards the front door of the bar instead.

“In private? Please?”

Wrecker lets out a uproarious laugh just as Tech opens his mouth to speak, turning around to glance at him before looking back and nodding at you. Given his height he barely needs to slide off the bar stool for his boots to touch the ground, and you surprise him by grabbing his wrist and tugging him along.

Tech follows your lead, but he certainly isn’t silent about it. You drag him by his wrist out of the bar and back to the Marauder, while he raises his free index finger in the air before speaks.

“I must admit, I have no prior information that could inform my as to what you wish to speak about.” You keep walking, sending the ship’s gangplank falling down in front of you with a small puff of dust as it hits the dirt. Meanwhile, Tech continues to try and audibly run through this small mystery of his.

“Perhap it was something that happened on Safa Toma while I was a contestant in the speeder race?” He’s actually pretty close, but you don’t respond to him. You can feel his eyes on you, and when you turn it’s adorable the way his face his in his usual thinking expression. He doesn’t like not knowing the answer, so he’s going to figure it out. You walk up the gangplank and Tech follows, so deep in his thinking that he seems to be moving on autopilot.

“I know that during Hunter and Echo’s absence I was perhaps a bit preoccupied, but I assure you I-”

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence, because just as you finally pull him fully into the Marauder you slap the control panel to haul up the gangplank, before grabbing the collar of Tech’s chestplate and tugging him to you just as it clanks shut. In doing so he stumbles forward, bending over slightly and widening his stance to avoid falling onto you.

It puts him into the perfect position for you to smash your lips against his; Hands going from the collar of his armor to sliding back so your arms wrap around his neck. Tech’s hands grab at your sides while his eyes are wide with surprise, and you pull him with you until your back presses against a wall.

“I, presume you don’t actually wish to talk then?” Since he still won’t be quiet, you pull your lips away from his just enough to speak.

“You can talk, but fuck me while you do it.”

While your hands scramble to pull of any impeding pieces of his armor, and your own clothes, Tech attempts to assist while still trying to talk.

“And what has brought this on so suddenly?” Tech swallows a groan as your fingers gently tug on the hair at the nape of his neck, fingers smooth against his skin.

“Watching you in that race; You drove like a madman, I’ve never seen anything like it.” As soon as you finish speaking your lips are back against his, moaning in your mouth when you drag your tongue along his bottom lip.

“I did not expect you to find my piloting skills sexually attractive but I,” He halts speaking when you abruptly pull off your top in front of him, throwing it onto the ground before putting your hands all over him again.

“But I find it quite flattering.” Tech slowly moves you away from the wall and into the cockpit, where the lights from various buildings just barely bleed into the Marauder. With the ship turned off it’s quite dim inside, but you still have just enough light to make things not a blind fumble in the dark.

“Is this, perhaps related to why you wanted to sleep with me so soon after our mission on Ryloth?” Tech’s hands side down to grab your hips, pulling your body tighter against his own. You press a kiss to his neck and respond with a muffled but satisfied: “Maybe.” Tech pulls that thinking face of his again, as you look up at him with hooded eyes.

“I am, surprised I didn’t pick up on the connection between the two much sooner.”

“Probably because at the time, you were too busy putting your cock in my mouth.” You can hear the sound of metal clicking against each other, as Tech undoes the buckle of his thigh pouches. Once that and his codpiece are gone, there’s nothing standing in your way.

“Perhaps… I will not leave that variable out of my questioning.” He tries to play it off, but you can tell by the way his eyes dart away and his voice becomes a little unsure that he knows you’re right.

Stepping backwards Tech uses a hand to rotate his pilot’s seat until it’s facing both of you, and he settles down onto it. You locked the Marauder’s gangplank; No one could get in here even if they wanted, so you can afford the rare taste of actually having time to yourselves, as you admire he way Tech splays out casually in his usual seat.

Yet another thing you’ve always noticed; The way he sits with his legs spread so far apart like that, it’s like he’s just begging for you to slip underneath the control panel.

Though even if he doesn’t consciously know he’s doing that, you do know well he loves when you straddle him on his pilot’s chair; As you’ve done multiple times before. Thankfully you’ve already taken off any sort of armor or belts when you’d all returned from Safa Toma, so all you have to do push push down your trousers and kick them aside before you quickly crawl into his lap, now in only your underwear.

Within moments you can feel the fabric of his gloves against your bare thighs, drifting upward until they lay at your hips, before one begins to play with the top of your underwear. His fingers gently flutter against the edge as if he’s doing to slip inside of them; But he doesn’t, and instead he pulls the glove off with a smooth motion with his teeth, and slides to press his hand against your cunt through the fabric. Instantly he feels how the gusset of your panties slide wetly against your cunt, almost soaked through after so long of pressing your thighs together and waiting. Waiting until you could finally get Tech alone.

“I drag you out here alone and you’re going to tease me like this?” Tech hums, his fingers press harder against your clit, gasping as your body falls closer to him.

“I think you know quite well this is not what I would classify as teasing you.” He’s right, but it doesn’t mean you can’t whine to him anyways. You jerk your hips forward in an attempt to press his hand against against you, closing the small bit of distance between your lips. He groans in your mouth when you lightly bit his lip, while his fingers are soaked from rubbing against your covered cunt.

You just can’t get enough of him, and you’re all over him to such a degree Tech seems barely able to handle it. His face his hot and his eyes are dilated, taking deeper breathes as he manages to pull out his cock from the seam of his bodyglove.

“You are, Mmm- How long have you been waiting for this?” Sliding your knees just a little farther apart you press down until you can grind against his cock, hearing him almost choke on air. With no more space his hand slides way, moving back to your hip.

“Since you won the race.” That gets an audible reaction out of him, though he can’t exactly speak when you’re too busy trying to stick your tongue down his throat.

He still tries, however.

Both of his hands now grip the meat of your hips, rocking them the back and forth as the fabric of your underwear now is wet through and through. Which Tech can certainly feel, as his cock twitches against you.

“I, apologize for making you wait so long, love.”

Leaning forward you press your chest harder against his, a hand slipping down between both of your bodies. While your bra is still on it’s off kilter and one strap is sliding down your shoulder, moving down even more so as you grasp the gusset of your underwear and pull them aside. It makes your thighs tighten, just from the feeling of his cock against you without anything in-between.

“You’re lucky I didn’t just drag you into that tiny speeder on Safa Toma.”

Tech groans as you gently wrap your hand around him, lowering yourself slowly onto him until he’s buried to the hilt. The way he whines after is absolutely intoxicating, and you eat it up.

Slowly you bounce in his lap, hearing the sounds of the pilot’s seat creaking each time the two of you move. His hips keep twitching upwards to thrust into you, trying to press deeper into your tight heat.

It’s been a little while since you’ve both had time to yourselves; Not too long in hindsight, but being so close together but unable to be together forms a tension that is incredibly stuffy. During the travel to Safa Toma at one point you and Tech brushed hands, and it was like there was electricity between them.

So needless to say; You want him to fuck your brains out.

And with his hands gripping your hips and slamming them down onto his own, cock driving into you as deep as he possible can, he’s certainly doing so. Grabbing a hold of the headrest of the seat you hear a creak that was a decent bit louder than the others, moaning as Tech’s tongue brushes against your bottom lip.

“Tech, the seat…” He steals one more desperate kiss from you before speaking; It seems he’d wanted you just as bad, but needed to have a taste in order to realize.

“It can- It can more than handle this amount of weight.” Tech can feel the way your cunt is so wet it’s begun to slick the very tops of his thighs, and he always relishes in that feeling; That you’re so aroused for him. Even if his eyes keep trying to close he still watches the way you ride him, looking down to see glimpses of his cock sliding in and out of you. He groans each time your muscles tighten around him, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. His one hand manages to awkward dip between your bodies and press against your clit, causing you to clench around him and gasp in his ear. You’re body feels so tight, about to snap at any moment as his cock fills you.

“F-Fuck Tech, I’m close…” With his skilled fingers he keeps teasing you, pressing harder until you can’t take anymore; Moaning loud enough you feel the need to cover your mouth as you cum, Tech groans at the way your cunt clenches around him, milking him for all he’s worth. Even if he manages to fuck you through it, he can’t take much more as he chokes out a sentence through his clenched teeth.

“I... Love where would you like me to-” You’re not going to let him pull away from you, not for a moment, and so barely even let him speak before telling him to cum inside of you, grinding on his cock until you feel him whine, fingers digging into the meat of your hips as he suddenly finishes. The feeling makes you let out a soft, breathless moan, your body tired and hips sore as he fills you.

Your head lays against his shoulder, both of you tired and panting which echos in the cockpit of the Marauder. Normally there’s a cacophony of small sounds, but now it easy to hear ever little move you make as the engines are completely cold.

After catching your breath enough that you feel steady, you lift up your lower body just enough that Tech’s softening cock slips from you; It’s the feeling of some of his cum leaking from you that has you biting the inside of your cheek. A messy, fit of the moment is the perfect description of what you had both done, for sure. Though it’s not long before Tech pops that bubble with a momentary observation.

“I regret to bring it to our attention; However it is quite plausible that the others have noticed our extended absence.” That is, regrettably true. They haven’t gone looking yet at least, or haven’t narrowed it down to the Marauder being your little hiding spot away from everyone. Even if he’s brought attention to it however neither of you actually decide to move, and when you look up at him, the corners of his mouth are twinged ever so slightly upward.

“Should I be expecting more similar occasions such as this after I participate any high skill driving or piloting?” You smirk back at him, half bare chest pressing against his own.

“Mmm… If you look as hot as you did this last time? Absolutely.” Tech’s goggles bonk uncomfortably against your cheek bones, though you never mind. You’re so used to having to kiss around them, it would be weird if they weren’t there anymore.

After he pulls his lips away from yours, Tech glances towards the direction of the Marauder’s entrance for a moment.

“Am I correct in assuming you locked the Marauder shortly after we entered?”

You remember blindly slapping the controls to close and lock the gangplank shortly before you’d kissed him, so you nod. Suddenly, you feel Tech’s hands sliding to the small of your back, pressing your hips back close to his. The motion makes you gasp in surprise, and sputter out a sentence.

“Tech! You just said we should get back befo-” It seems like he’s changed his mind on the matter, making sure you grind against him, his cum still slick against your cunt.

“I believe we have a small amount more time still, I suggest we use it.”

#tech x reader #tbb x reader #the bad batch tech x reader #the bad batch x reader #Tech/Reader #mywriting #reader insert #reader

[starleska]

Have you ever read the Twelve and Toymaker comic? It gives a few more interesting looks into how the Toymaker thinks that aren’t touched on in the novelisation. Most interestingly (and the main focus of the comic) is that the Toymaker is terrified of the universe outside of the Toyroom — which seems to be defined by its walls, in the novelisation the Toymaker puts particular emphasis on the walls with the candy-striped wallpaper lined with dolls — because it has no walls and because he doesn’t (didn’t? He does in the Giggle) have much control of it.

(‘‘The Toyroom is growing old, Doctor. So ancient that it no longer functions, as either prison or playground. The barriers between the Toyroom and the wider universe are growing thin, and it is this that has allowed you to wrest control of the toys, as my power wanes. Soon, there will be no Toyroom and I shall be loose in a wild, unforgiving universe, a cosmos with no walls. I can hardly conceive of such infinite horror.’’)

(‘‘You’ve given a madman access to the entire universe! With that sort of power, think what he’ll do!’’ ‘‘That’s just it, Clara, he doesn’t want the universe. Didn’t you hear him? He’s terrified of it. He can’t bear the thought of losing his control. He needs his safety net.’’)

And that he doesn’t tend to accept help unless he thinks he’s won it.

(‘‘So you’re just giving him the TARDIS?’’ ‘‘Don’t be ridiculous. I’m building a new Toyroom!’’ ‘‘Inside the TARDIS!’’ ‘‘Precisely! I had to let him think he’d won. He’d never accept my help otherwise.’’)

And THESE PANELS lives in my head

(‘‘I had to help him, Clara. Can you understand?’’ ‘‘Let me see... a lonely God, drifting through space and time in his magical toy box? Yeah, I think I understand, Doctor, all too well.’’)

The EU tends to give the Toymaker more than his actual TV appearances (mmmm his rambles about being alone in the void and the cold in the novelisation). I need to dissect him and study him in detail so bad

hello love!!! oh my goodness thank you for sending this my way, because i haven't read this comic yet but the sections you've sent me have absolutely broken my heart 💔 what an interesting look into the Toymaker's psyche…it makes perfect sense. when you're a trauma survivor of any kind, especially if you grew up in a traumatic environment, the control you're able to have over that environment (no matter how minimal) is often all that keeps you together…you have to find comfort in that there and whatever small safe space you can carve out for yourself to survive. this has given me a lot to think about, because i wrote the Toymaker with what i think was the canonisation given when he spoke to the Sixth Doctor; that the Toymaker created his Toyroom after a very long time of aimlessly using his powers, when he didn't have a concept of gameplay. there seems to be some contention about whether or not the Toymaker is the creator of the majority of older games in the universe/the concept of games (The Giggle seems to allude to that?), or if he was inspired by other beings who created the games first. i like to think it's a bit of both; that he is the originator of many early games and gameplay rules, but it was the barriers between the voidspace (and his Toyroom) which let in the ideas from other beings 👀 the idea that the Toyroom is the Toymaker's island of safety against a universe which fundamentally doesn't make sense to him is so distressing 😭💖 i think a lot of us who've gone through difficult things can relate to that experience…of having your safe place slowly eroded as circumstances change and you grow older. but it makes sense!!! if he had no one, and the only thing he could cling to were the rules of his games (seemingly the only thing which brings him joy), the inherent chaos of the universe would be terrifying to him. no matter how much he tries to make it so, the universe just isn't a game with rules that can allow him to win: it's random, and brutal. is it any wonder that he has such tantrums when he loses, or when he perceives someone to be cheating? it isn't just that he's upset about losing or bad sportsmanship...it's the literal fabric of his entire worldview being torn apart. oh lord the bit about him not accepting help unless he thinks he's won it…how familiar does that sound to those of us who were traumatised early on? needing to 'earn' things like affection, shelter, food, etc. by working twice as hard, because we feel we don't deserve it inherently...the fact that the Doctor shows the Toymaker such compassion even though the Toymaker is such a dangerous, destructive entity is a real credit to their character. i really appreciate The Giggle replicating that and showing how the Doctor empathises with the Toymaker's terror by offering to play with him...i wish we'd had more time to explore the 'vastness that will never cease'. i don't think that good or bad mean nothing to the Toymaker...i think he's petrified of it. suddenly we understand why he's so boastful about his abilities, like an arrogant child...he's asserting himself against the universe as the only safety he's ever known crumbles. god. my heart hurts - that image of him sitting with the dolls of himself and the Doctor is killing me. i am going to go and read this comic and cry now, thank you so much 😭💖 yes please do!!!! your insight into the Toymaker is fantastic and i'd love to see more character studies of him 😭💖

#*slaps the Toymaker's head* this interdimensional entity can fit so much trauma #the toymaker #doctor who #the doctor #twelfth doctor #clara oswald #the celestial toymaker #the giggle #dw #starleskasks #long post #tw: trauma

[angel-of-the-moons]

Hiii, how about writing some fluff about Poe teaching reader who’s a new pilot for the resistance some of his tips on flying? The rest is up to you. I’m missing Poe as well :,)))

Baby Wings

Poe Dameron x Reader

TW/CW: Nothing!

A/N: I might consider writing this on my tablet because lord help me, typing these out on a tiny phone screen is not good for my hands! 😩

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You couldn't stop the butterflies from fluttering inside of your belly as Poe Dameron--the Poe Dameron--leaned into your cockpit to point out the controls of your new X-Wing.

You had just been appointed to his squadron as a fledgling pilot. You had originally been a smuggler that the Resistance hired routinely, and apparently, a flight maneuver you performed in a dogfight with a few weequay pirates got Poe's attention.

If you could fly like that in an old hunk of clunk freighter, how would you do in something designed for finer maneuvers, for dogfights?

How good would your skills be against the First Order?

Your senses were currently buzzing as everything Poe invaded the cramped space. The smell of oxidized metal, or smoke and ozone from patching up hull breaches and walls to the base; the smell of sweat and cheap juice he'd downed before spotting you in the hangar and rushing over to offer his "expertise".

He wasn't looking at you, he was practically laying on you, actually; as he supported his weight on the console with one hand and pointing out the dials, buttons, levers and latches you'd need to memorize to control your new fighter.

His face had thin rivulets of sweat trickling down his gloriously almost-olive skin, his dark raven curls falling around his face, clumped with excess sweat. His suit was soaked too, the orange having dark stains from the moisture his body was sweating out thanks to the damned heat of this Force-forsaken planet.

But honestly, you sent a silent prayer to whomever was listening for the heat, because you hoped--like some foolish schoolgirl with a crush on a galaxy-famous athlete--that Poe would get sick of the heat and tear off the top half of his suit to cool his heated skin.

You were so absorbed in staring at him, that you had almost entirely forgot to listen to him. You only realized your brain lapsed when he turned his head to smile that trademark grin of his, wrapping up his last sentence.

"...and then that's the yoke, obviously. Don't need to tell you that. Got it?"

"Wh--oh! Y-yep! Got it, commander..." You cough awkwardly, four fingers fiddling pointlessly with the controls.

"Kay, theeeeen..." He smirked at you from the corner of his eyes as he turned back to your control panel. "...repeat everything I just told you. Y'know... So I know my impeccable lessons stuck."

"I, uh--well, uh. This is the..." You began to blubber out, trying to find something you did know and give a quick, half-assed explanation on what it did.

Poe barked out a hearty belly laugh, "Don't even bother, darlin'... If you were paying attention... You'd know that I squeaked in a line about me being the former Emperor of Kashyyyk. And, as handsome as I am, unfortunately, I feel ike the wookies might have an issue with me wanting to claim the throne. ...If they even got one."

Your face flushed with color and you buried your face into your hands, "Stars, I am so sorry. I-I really was trying to pay attention, I just..."

"Got lost in all this--" He leaned back to gesture to his messy, sweaty form. "--primal, god-like, drop-dead gorgeous attractiveness?"

From the bottom of his ladder, you could hear BB-8 tweet out a response that called Poe out. You swore you could make out "nerf-herder" and "Hutt's armpit" in-between his refuting whistles and beeps.

Poe leaned back on the ladder and frowned at his round companion, "Hey, you little womp-rat! I will have you know a lot of people find me handsome!"

BB-8 once again doubted that claim, your abilities once again picking out few choice words such as; "drunkards", "a blind quarren" and "brain-dead jawa".

You need to laugh at their bickering overpowered your embarrassed, darkened cheeks and you titter and snort at what little you could pick ou.

Poe looked at you with a playful scowl, "What're you giggling about?"

You cover your mouth and point down at BB, who tweeted as he spun in a circle.

Poe looked between you and BB, his jaw going slack as his amber eyes looked to the both of you in disbelief.

He finally looked back at you for a final time, pointing at you.

"You," He pointed down at BB-8. "Can understand him?"

You rub the back of your neck. "W-well sort of... I spent a lot of my childhood working in a droid repair shop, and--"

Poe clapped, whooping happily, "Oh, I knew I liked you! Finally, somebody else who can hear what this little metal butterball is shouting at me! You'd be surprised at how many people don't understand droids!"

He leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, "...Sometimes I think they're the lucky ones."

BB-8 twittered and shrieked a response, beeping rapidly in an irritated manner, making Poe laugh once again.

Finally, he leaned into the cockpit once more, winking at you.

"C'mon, darlin'... let's go over this again so the info soaks up into that pretty little brain o' yours. And if you do a good enough job on the pop quiz... maybe we can hit the local cantina!"

#🌙 answered #poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #star wars