One Of My Cats Has Been Very Agitated Lately, As If He Had Smelled Catnip, Although We Don't Even Have

my brain is literally fried because I’ve been sick with the flu for a few days, but I had to get this off my chest

as it turns out, tormenting your favorite scrimblos to make them feel even worse than you do has surprisingly therapeutic properties lmao

Thinking about obsessed!Optimus being utterly devastated by his own feelings. Withering away from love for you because it no longer allows him to function normally. About attempts at recharge that fail because your silhouette always flickers before his optics. About dreams that are always about you. About the way you constantly fill his processor. About his silent cries in your direction, begging you to free him from this hell, to accept all his flaws, perhaps even overlook them, so he could finally take a full, unburdened breath of relief, knowing he no longer has to suffer from loneliness.

But also about the boundless love he feels for you. About how much he would be willing to sacrifice to make you happy, even if it comes at the cost of his own well-being. About how he would offer you his spark on a silver platter if you expressed the slightest desire to see it, asking for nothing in return—only to then ask if there’s anything else you might wish for. About how, for your happiness, he would spill hectoliters of his energon just to see the faintest hint of a smile on your face.

About how he would rather let himself be devoured alive by scraplets than cause you the slightest discomfort. How he would rather rust away than bring you pain. He tightens the chain wrapped around his own neck, struggling to protect you from himself and his wretched, impure feelings. Delirious. Haunted. Unworthy. And yet, still so full of love. Needing you more than energon itself, ready to give up everything for you.

About how you have complete control over his life, and yet he will never be able to tell you that. About his trembling frame when he hasn’t seen you in too long. About the incompetence he exhibits when you disappear from his life for even a few days. About the vacant look in his optics, the lack of reaction to anyone’s calls. About the frequent patrols, hoping to catch even the faintest glimpse of you. About the thousands of tears he sheds as his entire being howls with yearning, even though he can’t help himself.

He is indisputably and unconditionally devoted to you alone. Yours and only yours, even though you will likely never be his. Loyal as a dog, returning to you every time, seeking solace. Trapped in a cycle of madness, condemned to eternal torment no matter how sweet the suffering born from you might be. Consumed by love, love that has sunk its teeth into his metal and will never let go. Beautiful but merciless. Addictive and terrifying, yet sweet all the same.

Because despite the agony, the slow destruction of both body and soul, Optimus cannot give up your conversations, your shared drives and patrols. He cannot stop loving you, completely blinded by devotion, desperately clinging to the scraps of kindness you show him when your eyes meet.

Lost, certain that his love for you will ultimately kill him, yet still humble — for death by your hand would be the greatest honor he could ever receive.

Goodra is so underrated like, this design looks sooo much better and they should have added poison type on it (imo)

At this point in redesigning thie pokémon entire existence bc Arceus did a bad job >:[

I never thought that one of my first posts would be asking a character's name. Lie - deep down it was one of the options.

I really want to know his name, he must have a name. If he doesn't, I'll give him one myself.

*heavy breathing*

He's so handsome

So one thing that’s been living rent-free in my head since I watched the episode „The ancient art of ninja hide and seek“ is this weird hotel room where the brothers have their final showdown of the episode, you know just showing off their newly acquired skills

You know this one.

And it just could have been that the creators thought „hey, let’s just use a random hotel room for this scene“ but the thing that’s been bugging me is that this doesn’t look like a randomly chosen room at all

It doesn’t even look like a regular hotel room

It is hidden behind a secret door and the turtles only get there by pure accident and as we can see in the background that other rooms have regular doors. Heck, this room is so well hidden that even Splinter can’t find the entrance even though he was standing right in front of it.

Another thing is how the room is furnished. It is very blatant that this room isn’t meant for guests to stay in. The entire room has been personalized, there are posters on the wall, we have a car bed and a surfboard, there are vinyl records scattered across the floor and the bed isn’t made. Overall it looks very much lived in.

What I noticed, that was also kind of weird is how accessible the rest of the hotel seems to be from this room as seen with how out of every corner Big Mama‘s goons pop out of more hidden doorways.

The only use I could see in this room is if it was the room of one of the employees because that seems like the only logical answer for this kind of room since who else would need this level of accessibility.

But there is still one more thing. In this episode all of the employees we see on screen are adults and I don’t think it’s the room of any of the goons we see in this episode. Why? Well because this room looks like it belongs to a teenager. The posters, the general messiness and choice in furnishings all don’t give off the vibe of the inhabitant being an adult and look more like how a teenager would decorate and upkeep their room.

My personal headcannon (and explanation) for this room is that this is the room of Big Mama‘s Assistant, you know the person who’s been confirmed to be the turtles missing sister. It would make sense for this to be her room since she’s the only character I can think of that would fit all of the criterias for this room, since A she is employed by Big Mama and it would make sense to keep her room as such separated from the guests rooms but still central to get around the hotel quickly. And B she would be the turtles age, between early and mid- teens, at this point in the story. If this is the case and the room is in fact belonging to the sister (Frida) it would also serve as a nice foreshadowing if the turtles kind of indirectly interacted with their sister before actually meeting her

super quick doodle in school of the girlie before my next class begins :DD OKAY HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!

after the reveal of Frida's design I had to edit her in!!

A plot that could easily be from How to Train Your Dragon:

Platonic Predaking x Reader, but with the slight dynamic of the fox and the little prince in 'The Little Prince' story. Predaking basically being lonely, running into some random homeless child in the woods, and immediately deciding that he shall be tamed by this one child. Cue the reader 'taming'(more like being adopted by) Predaking and ending up having just this giant predacon as a guard and guardian. They live in a cave, alone together, with Predaking raiding delivery trucks for food for the little reader.

(Team Prime would probably check in here and there just to make sure the reader is actually still alive, all while Predaking acts like a brooding chicken.)

next

hear me out.....

Imagine putting a collar around your favorite bot's neck.

One designed especially for them, made from soft material matching their optics' color or the main theme of their armor. Decorated with crystals, with accents of gold or silver. And most importantly, with a little heart attached, engraved with your name <3. A tangible proof that they belong only to you, a manifestation of control over a being far more powerful than you.

Some would wear it proudly even outside their hab suite. The desire to show everyone who they belong to would overshadow any fear of embarrassment. They’d play with the small pendant, tracing the grooves of your name with their digits as if performing a ritual, while their thoughts race around you. They’d long for you to grab the collar and pull them close, praising how beautiful they look <3

The bolder ones (or the freakier ones) would even allow a leash to be clipped on. A consecration of submission and the surrender of all control to you. When their thoughts start drifting away during a long, spicy fragging session, one firm tug on the leash would bring them back to earth. Maybe their processor has turned into cotton candy, and the only sounds coming from their intake are incoherent babbles, but that collar forces them to think only of you again <3

idk, I just want to see Optimus in a pretty collar with my name on it or I’ll explode

I totally don’t have a type/lying