#engineer egghead

[westanthewaterman]

Kinktober - 9/31

Pairing: Engineer x GN!Reader

Kink(s): cock worship, praise

Content: cock worship, praise kink, oral, handjob, use of good boy

AN: Ahaha pretend this is on time lol. Also I don't know how these keep getting so long??? This one really got away from me, I'm not sure how it happened.

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“Good boy, Mark.”

Your voice is gentle, sweet, and it sends a wave of heat flooding through him. Mark groans, shoving a knuckle between his teeth and bucking his hips up into your touch. 

Stilling the hand stroking over his cock, you look up at him from where your chin is resting on his thigh. You smile, smoothing your free hand over his hip. 

“What did I say about keeping yourself quiet, baby? Don’t you want me to hear how good I’m making you feel?”

He drops his hand with a soft whine and you take a moment to admire the deep blush coloring his cheeks. Your engineer looks so good like this, spread out on the bed, loose and relaxed, a flush covering his naked body. 

His brown eyes dart around the room before returning to you.

“Captain, I…I just don’t want someone to hear, is all.”

“You know my cabin is sound proof, Mark, you designed it.”

“I-I know, but still…”

“Is someone, perhaps, feeling a little embarrassed?”

Mark’s eyes flick to the ceiling and he slides his hands down to the sheets, wringing the material in his fingers. 

“Maybe…Maybe a little.”

“Tell me what’s embarrassing you, baby.”

While you wait for his response, you return to touching him, slow strokes up and down his cock, pausing to swipe at the precum beading at the tip and use it to lubricate your palm. The man beneath you groans, back arching off the bed just slightly. 

“I’m just not used to being treated like this.” He admits shyly. 

“Like what?”

“Gentle…affectionate.”

You smile up at him, ducking down to press a kiss to his hip bone, giving him just the tiniest nip with your teeth. 

“You deserve to be taken care of, Mark. You deserve to relax and let someone else handle things sometimes.”

“B-But-”

“No, no buts. Captain’s orders. I want you to relax, baby, let me worship you.”

Leaning down on your elbows, you take the head of his cock into the wet heat of your mouth. Mark groans, long and low, throwing his head back against the pillows and whinte-knuckling the sheets. 

You start slowly, swirling your tongue over the head and bobbing up and down, taking him deeper with every downward stroke. He’s about average length but thicker than most. His cock feels like a nice weight on your tongue, the taste of precum filling your mouth. 

One of your hands stays at the base of his cock, stroking and twisting over what you can’t fit into your mouth. The other slides up to grab one of his and pull it free from its grip in the sheets, interlocking your fingers. 

“Fuck,” he moans freely, “that feels so good.”

Taking a break, you pull off him with an obscene ‘pop’ and begin pressing open mouthed kisses along his shaft. All the while, looking up at him with hungry eyes. 

“You’re beautiful.”

He blushes. “Really?”

“Yes, really. All of you. But especially your cock. It feels so good in my mouth, baby. I could spend hours working you over with my hands and my mouth, feeling the way you twitch and hearing you moan for me. God, I can’t wait to make you cum.”

“C-Captain, you-you can’t say things like that.”

“Why not? I think you like it when I tell you how much I love your cock.”

Mark opens his mouth to respond, but you don’t give him the opportunity, taking the entire length of him into your mouth in one go, feeling the head brush against the back of your throat. He groans, hips bucking up against your mouth without his permission. Tears sting at the corner of your eyes and you gag around him, but you take a few deep breaths through your nose to ease the tension in your throat. 

Swallowing around him once then twice, you watch the way his eyes roll back and listen to how each moan that spills from his lips gets higher and higher. 

You pull off him slowly, making sure to press your tongue against the underside of his cock as you go. Taking a moment to catch your breath, you wrap both hands around him and begin a fast pace of stroking him. 

“Captain, god!”

Mark bucks his hips in time with your movements, thrusting his hips up into every downwards stroke of your hands. He’s moaning freely by now, clearly feeling too good to care about anyone else on the ship overhearing. 

“Please, fuck, it feels so good. 

“Yeah? You look so pretty like this, baby, relaxed and desperate. And you’re getting so close, aren’t you?”

He nods frantically, squeezing his eyes shut. 

“I want you to make a mess. I want you to be a good boy and cum for me. Now.”

A few more strokes and he’s cumming with a cry of your name, spilling over your hands and onto his stomach, making a mess just like you’d ask. You continue to stroke him through it, milking every last drop from him until his hips are flinching away. 

“You did so good, baby.”

You lie down beside him, propping yourself up on an elbow and pressing a kiss to his cheek. You run one hand through his hair and reach down with the other, swiping a finger through the mess on his stomach and bringing it to his lips.

“Open your mouth for me.”

He does as he’s told and you slip your finger in. His lips seal around the digit and you feel his tongue lave over your finger, cleaning up the mess there. Once he’s done, you kiss him, swiping your tongue into his mouth and getting a taste of him. 

“How’re you feeling?” 

You lay down on your back and pull him close to rest his head on your chest. Mark stretches and lets out a long, happy sigh before answering. 

“That was so good, thank you.”

“Anything for you, baby.” You press a kiss to his forehead. “Rest now. We can get you cleaned up in a little bit.”

“But what about you? You didn’t get to have any fun.”

“Trust me, I definitely had fun.”

#engineer!mark x reader #engineer!mark x reader smut #nsft #kinktober 2022 #kinktober #engineer egghead #west writes #drabbles #gn!reader #captaineer

[coffee-bat]

twink scout this, twink scout that. y'all forgettin about the ORIGINAL croptop cosmetic

#/this is /j but also no actually. unironically this IS in the 'hot in a gay way' cosmetics list fuck it #tf2 #team fortress 2 #engineer #engie #egghead's overalls #shitpost

[presidentbungus]

“What are you looking at so intently?” says Engie like any good Texan boy would, all fluttering eyelashes and blushy grins despite the fact his eyes are behind half a centimeter of tinted glass. Medic puffs out his lips into a little pucker, then smooths back out, and Engie glints with satisfaction at just the lightest dusting of pink that rises to his cheeks.

He makes sure to be just a little extra slow and sultry when he leans over and plucks a beer from the case by his recliner-chair. “See somethin’ ya like?” By which he means: you're staring for a good reason, please, god, aren't you? But he’s too respectful and upstanding to say that, though he considers himself certainly talented at this whole implications thing, and the deep mauve Medic turns when he tosses just a slightly inflected look in his direction indicates he must get the general idea.

“Well—hoo, well.” He spends two seconds frankly adorably stumbling through his words and then that gloved hand darts out and there’s rubber around Engie’s wrist, two long, thick fingers barely touching thumb-to-pointer in a little ring. “I was—er…”

He rescinds the hand, temples his fingers under his chin, caught between sitting and standing and settling in a weird in-between as Engie watches, fascinated. “I was just… thinking… about your heart. And your lungs.” He tilts his head. “And, in a small measure, your brain, I suppose. Er, imagining your breathing, and your circulation, and the oxygen flowing in and out of your limbs, and… so on. Drawing your veins in my mind and, and such.”

… Huh. Maybe he misread the situation.

And he keeps just stumbling through, pushing up his glasses every few seconds, still perched on his heels with his arms wrapped around his knees. “You’re a—private man. I have not seen much of you besides what I have been able to—have the company require,” and his voice pushes up a few notes on the last word, and well he’ll be damned if it’s not the cutest thing he’s ever seen, “but I… think about you.”

He lowers his voice just a little for this one, reclining down onto his back. “Oh, you do.”

“You have a very impressive set of lungs. Even for all the, er, damage." Engie frowns and Medic puts his hands up. "That's a compliment."

"Uh-huh."

"And your heart is a perfect specimen. Strong, and healthy… pulsing with vitality," and his eyes bug out just a little on the last line. "I was almost upset to have to cut it out of you… until, well…"

Ain't that interesting. "Until?"

He smiles sheepishly, wringing his hands together with a frankly disgusting sound of rubber against rubber. “… I may or may not have kept your original heart in a jar. With my other personal possessions.”

He mentally re-catalogues everything of interest in the lab, mentally travels to Medic’s big mahogany former-bookshelf, stacked top-to-bottom with preserved organs in jars, and sees a lot of hearts. A lot of hearts. But, then again, his mind is drawn back to a smallish mason jar near the front, suspiciously unlabeled, amidst rows and rows of perfectly organized bits and pieces.

Yeah, sure.

He's sure Medic is approaching this more from scientific curiosity than any particular angle he'd prefer, but heat's rising to his face before he knows it and frankly he doesn't really feel like putting in the effort to quell it.

And just to press the envelope that tiny bit further, he ventures: "Well I'll be darned if that's not the most romantic thing I've ever heard."

Medic turns the color of his tie. Engineer's sure he follows suit.

#hi science party post for the first time in 16 years youre all welcome (visibly frothing at the mouth) #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #science party #bird brains #genetic engineering #god ive spent so much time away from these eggheads i dont even remember which ship tag i normally use #tf2 #bungus snippets #engiemedic

[eggheadmarketers]

#seo #seo agency edmonton #webdesign #digitalmarketing #edmonton seo agency #egghead marketers #seo services edmonton #webdevelopment #digital marketing #responsive web development #smm #smm services #search engine optimization #seo services #online marketing #email marketing

[ikkaku-of-heart]

Anonymous asked: franky

send me a character and i’ll tell you…    

A song that reminds me of them

Coca-Cola 1993 Theme Song

What they smell like

Cola, engine oil, pomade, sawdust

An OTP

Franky x Robin, Franky x Iceberg

A NoTP

Franky x Kiwi, Franky x Mozu

Favorite platonic/familial relationship

Usopp. Franky is more dad to him than Yassop and should punch the man in the face when they meet

A headcanon that is popular with the fandom but that I disagree with

Can’t really think of any. I guess I just disagree with anyone who draws his canon Egghead arc outfit. FRANKY SHOULD NEVER WEAR PANTS. Bless the fanartists who draw him in a speedo version of the outfit.

The position they sleep in

All of them, but I could see him as a stomach sleeper the most for some reason

A crossover I’d love to see them in

I mean, he’d fit right in with the WWE...

My favorite outfit they’ve ever worn

#Time for Maintenance (OOC) #Ask the Heart Engineer #Cyborg Shipwright (Franky) #(least favorite outfit is the Egghead arc one) #(FRANKY SHOULD NEVER WEAR PANTS ODA!!!)

[seat-safety-switch]

Glues! You might not be aware of it, but adhesives rule the world around you. No matter what two objects you want to stick together, some egghead in a chemistry lab has worked out an elaborate concoction that will do so. Now you just need to figure out which one it is, and also read some instructions for the first time in your life.

I've never liked glues, probably because of the aforementioned "read the instructions" thing. They either set too fast or not at all, and they make a sticky mess when you knock them over onto your precariously-balanced workbench full of other failed projects. For me, the correct fastener was a bolt, or a rivet, or if you put a gun to my head some kind of stupid finger-pinching clippy thing that would work twice and then break forever.

Nowadays, things are going in a different direction. Fasteners vibrate and come loose. Bolts would rather not stay bolted, if it's all the same to you, pip pip cheerio, sorry about your axle there chap. They also cost money, which bosses don't like. So, automakers and engineers use more glues. Glob goes here, then job goes here. This means that, whenever something else they make breaks, you're going to be spending all afternoon slowly heating up and forcing apart some sticky mess. As a cool bonus, it will also fill your work area with deadly fumes.

What finally turned me in favour of glue? The local autobody shop had to throw out a whole bunch of autobody epoxy. This stuff is hyper-sticky, meant to glue whole cars together. All I had to do was pour it into their dumpster, and then back my rusty shitbox of a daily driver in there. Sealed up all the rust holes, and probably permanently entombed some of the trunk mice in there as well. No more wet feet! No more poop in the glovebox!

Sure, when it comes time to change the rear tires, it's going to kinda suck to get them off the wheel. Hey, wait, when they pop a hole in them I can probably just fill them up with glue too! What idiot ever thought to put air in tires in the first place? Get with the modern era of industrial adhesives, suckers.

[hederasgarden]

Sweet Surrender

Summary: Jake’s given and taken orders a hundred times throughout his career but nothing compares to the moment he realizes you liked it.  Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x F!Reader Word Count: 2.1K Rating: 18+ only. Sexual content. Authority and sir kink, praise kink and Hangman being a cocky asshole. A/N: Thank you @wildbornsiren and @whatblogisthis216 for beta'ing and @blue-aconite for the beautiful graphic. In the future I may write part 2 if my muses cooperate. Reblogs and comments feed the muse.

Masterlist ♡ Top Gun Masterlist

Jake doesn’t pay much attention when you’re first introduced with the rest of the eggheads from the Office of Naval Research. Another one of many civilian engineers working on the new plane he’s been assigned to test. You keep things professional and polite although he can tell you find him attractive. It’s written all over your face and demeanor. You’re not the only one, several of the other engineers can’t seem to string together a full sentence around him. 

You’re pretty, he can admit that much to himself, but a sweet face has never been enough on its own to hold his interest. Especially when he’s here to do a job, one he takes very seriously. The chance to be the first to fly the latest prototype jet isn’t an opportunity that comes up often. He volunteered immediately for the assignment when it came up, beating out most of his Top Gun class for the honor.

What he doesn’t bank on is having to sit through mind numbingly boring briefings and listen to the engineers argue anytime the tiniest adjustment is made. Most of his exposure to you is during these meetings but the first time you talk to him one on one is four weeks into the project.

That’s when he notices your particular….quirk. You’re following him out after the morning briefing, yammering away about the new wing design specs. He’s read your report in detail and already familiarized himself with the changes. 

All Jake wants is a moment of silence to mentally prepare himself for today's test but you keep talking. It doesn’t help that he’s got the beginning of a headache forming behind his eyes and you’re oblivious to his attempts to cut the conversation short.  

“I got it. I know how to fly a plane,” he tells you. 

“Lieutenant Seresin,” you start but he cuts you off with a look. 

“I’ve read your briefing packet, top to bottom. It was extremely thorough. If I have questions you’ll be the first person I ask. Scout’s honor,” he adds, giving you a sloppy half salute that seems to confuse you for a moment before you start talking again. 

“I just want to make sure-“ you begin and Jake sighs, annoyed.

“I got it.  Now go sit down,” he tells you curtly. 

You step back back, brows raised. Jake almost misses the way your pupils dilate and your lips part just so. 

"I'm sorry, Sir," you reply. "I..."You stammer and tug at the hem of your shirt before hurrying to take a seat. 

You watch him from behind the computer bank as he climbs into the cockpit and fiddles with the controls. He can feel you watching him as he puts his helmet on. It’s clear to him that you want his approval, even if you don’t realize it.

Fuck, that paired with the ‘sir’ and the delicious little waver in your voice spikes his interest. He waits until you’re practically squirming in your chair before he gives you a nod. Your response is immediate, shoulders dropping and the tense lines on your face easing. 

It’s not just that he makes you nervous, he’s seen that plenty of times before. No, this is different. Special. You liked it when he barked an order at you. 

–

Over the next few weeks, he watches you closely, taking note of your responses to everyone you interact with. It’s clear you crave praise from others, perking up under any compliment you receive and deflating under criticism. However, it’s your response to authority that interests him most. You’ve got a natural inclination to listen to orders but as far as Jake can tell he’s the only one who elicits that type of reaction from you.

Each encounter he has with you is a chance to test the theory he has. He catalogs the difference in your responses; when he’s softer in his requests versus an outright order. Jake sees how quickly you obey a demand to sit next to him at the next briefing, just so he can be close to you. The speed you produce a new report just for him is a powerful thing. He especially loves the way you blossom under his praise when he compliments changes you've made to improve performance.

You’re smart, undeterred when the men in the room try to speak over you. Even though you’re quiet-natured, you’re no pushover either.  He respects your determination and hard work.

The most telling moment is one afternoon when you’re loitering on the edge of the hanger as he finishes up his conversation with the flight chief. It’s clear you need to speak to him. The fact that you won’t interrupt him is just a bonus– something he knows from experience will translate well in the bedroom. 

“Come here,” he commands, crooking a finger at you. He doesn’t even have to raise his voice to have you scurrying to him. You touch your chest and fiddle with the locket you wear, twisting the thin gold chair around your index finger. Jake’s not sure if he’s just gotten better at clocking your reactions or you’re extra affected today but whatever the reason, he’s enjoying the show. 

“What do you need?” He asks. 

“For you to sign the report,” you tell him, opening the folder and pointing to the highlighted portion. 

When he takes the pen from you he makes sure to drag his fingertips over the back of your hand, watching for your reaction behind his aviators. The soft sound that passes your lips doesn't disappoint him. He thinks about what other sounds he could drag out of you. How he could get you desperate enough to beg him to fuck you. The way you’d sigh his name and -

“Sir?” Your soft voice snaps him out of his little daydream. You’re staring up at him expectantly. “I need my pen back, please.”

When he hands it back, you smile. It makes him long to pull you against him and kiss you breathless. To test out the limits of how well you’d listen to him but he knows he has to wait until the project is over. He’s not about to jeopardize either of your careers though as the weeks drag on he certainly finds himself fantasizing about that. 

You’ve caught him staring at during the morning briefings once or twice, his chin resting on steepled fingers. It’s always the same response from you, the double blink and glance away. Sometimes you’ll bite your lips and fiddle with the pencil, tapping it in rapid succession against the table. He can feel your eyes on him too and he has to repress a smirk. These morning briefings are starting to become his favorite part of the day. 

—

Two torturous months pass before the admiral visits and the project gets wrapped up. He has some innocent fun with you during that time, nothing overly mean, just enough to get you flustered and stoke the flame. His favorite form of foreplay.

The team celebrates at the Hard Deck. Alcohol flows freely and spirits are high. It turns out engineers partied harder than pilots. You only have a drink which bodes well for Jake. He needs you sober for this and wants a clear head of his own, nursing a single beer most of the night.

While he waits for an opportunity to get you alone he formulates how he wants to approach this. He doesn’t doubt his assessment. He’s rarely wrong about these things but it’s always possible you’re not completely aware of your quirk. If he embarrassed or frightened you all his waiting would be for nothing. 

After another hour or so he senses his chance. You head outside to take a quick call and Jake follows. He waits at a safe distance to give you some privacy but once you slide the phone back into your jacket he makes his presence known. 

“Lieutenant Seresin,” you greet. You look surprised to see him but pleased too. 

“It’s Jake,” he corrects, stepping toward you. 

When he presses into your space you take a half step back and then another, letting him herd you into a little alcove out of sight. You watch him curiously, maybe even a little confused. You’re not scared to be alone with him —you trust him.  

“What’s up?” You’re trying for casual but failing adorably. 

Jake’s close enough to touch you, but refrains from it. He won’t until he has your permission and understanding. He smirks and tits his head. A direct approach might be quicker but he’s curious if you’ll figure it out on your own.

 “I know your secret, sweetheart,” he whispers. 

That gets you going. You don’t seem to know where to put your hands. Nervous laughter comes next but Jake stays quiet, letting you squirm a little longer. 

“My secret?” You question. 

“It’s compatible with mine,” he hints. 

You frown, forehead wrinkling. He recognizes the expression from countless morning briefings when you were contemplating a problem. It’s cute watching your brain work in real-time to put the pieces together.  A full minute passes before your eyes dart back to his face, surprised.

He nods encouragingly and then very hesitantly you say, “Is that so, sir?”

There’s a heavy emphasis on the last word. 

“Smart girl,” he praises. 

You grin and rock back on your heels. “Well, I did design the aircraft you’ve been flying the last four months,” you shoot back. 

He can see the struggle it is for you not to smile. You’re proud of your work and should be but he can’t have you mouthing off already. 

“Don’t get smart with me,” he warns playfully, loving the way you immediately duck your head. 

“Sorry, sir.” 

You sound appropriately contrite and he smirks. 

“Look at me.” Two fingers under your chin encourage you to meet his gaze. “I want you to be honest,” he begins, watching carefully for any sign you’re not on the same page as him. “Do you want to do this?”

“Do you mean…you mean sex, right?” You ask, looking a little unsure. 

You’re so sweet that Jake slips character briefly to give you the soft smile you deserve. “Sex and more,” he confirms. “I can help you explore this side of yourself.”

“Yeah. I want that,” you tell him shyly. 

“That’s good to hear, but that’s not how you talk to me, and I think you know it.”

“I want you to teach me, sir,” you respond. 

“Better,” he praises.

He slides a hand up your jaw to grasp the back of your neck and angle your face upward so he can crush his lips against yours. He closes the distance between your bodies, pressing you back into the wall with a groan. You make a desperate little sound that goes right to his dick and grasp his biceps tightly. 

You part your lips and fuck, he’s finally tasting you fully like he’s been imagining. He loves how soft and warm you are in his arms and the way his lips slide against yours. All of his pent-up desire is out now. The hand at your hip slides down the curve of your ass to grasp your thigh so he can grind shamelessly against you. You whimper, nails pressing into his skin. He rocks his half-hard cock into the warmest part of you, needing more friction. He wants to hear you make that little sound again too. 

“Oh, please,” you gasp when you finally part. 

You sound wrecked and he thinks you look it too.The skin of your face is warm to the touch and your eyes are a little glassy. Jake's half convinced you might let him have you here and for a moment he actually considers it. He knows how good that kind of messy, quick fuck can be but tonight he wants to see all of you. To spend his time taking you apart until you’re incoherent and at his mercy. He can’t do that here. 

“Easy,” Jake whispers, running a hand down your back. “Look at me,” he instructs, smiling when you do. You’re trembling all over and he rubs his thumb over your swollen lips as he gazes down at you. “Catch your breath.”

Once you’re calm he lets go of you and runs a hand through his hair. You’re watching him, waiting to be told what to do. “Go inside, say goodbye to your friends. Then I want you to meet me out front. Got it?”

You nod and he surges forward to kiss you one more time before stepping back to let you past him. 

Fuck, tonight is going to be good he thought. 

♡

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[tornado1992]

Sonic is fighting Eggman on one of his evil lairs, nothing new. Tails helped him wreck some badniks but Sonic said he wanted to annoy Eggman by himself for a little bit, so the little fox wanders around the base, maybe he can collect some data to outpace Eggman before his next scheme, the control room is in the same place almost every time so he confidently enters the room after six seconds of hacking through the lock, a semi solid hologram of a girl with crimson eyes turns to him as he steps inside.

Sage, right, he remembers her, he suddenly also remembers that the “Chaos Energy Use Effects On Non Organic Beings” conference he wanted to see was airing live just at that time, but that was only because could see the program starting and being projected on the multiple screens of the room behind Sage. He keeps looking at them for a whole 10 seconds, then remembers where he is, and as he quickly returns his attention to the A.I. girl while he positions himself to fight, he notices she hasn’t displayed any security measures against him, he also noticed that while he was looking at the screens she only looked at him without stopping, not until now, as he can see how she turns her sight back to the biggest screen of the room without saying anything. He doesn’t say anything either.

He opted to watch the same screen as Sage, getting closer to her, apparently she didn’t mind him being here, if the fact that she didn’t stopped him when he sat on the floor just beside her said anything. He doesn’t remember how long was it since he sat down with her, he doesn’t remember when the yelling and fighting from the lair’s entrance stopped, but that’s good to him, at least now they can hear clearly the presenter’s q&a section.

The fight between hedgehog and madman stopped by the scientist request, as apparently he promised his daughter he would keep quiet that evening so she could enjoy her favorite talk show, a science one of course. The speedster agreed without much convincing, as he also remembered his little brother wanted to go home as early as they could to watch some investigator’s interview thingy.

They walked at a fast pace through the base looking for the fox kit so the old Egghead could kick them out of his house as soon as possible, the control room was the obvious answer for both of them if they wanted to find a curious boy on an evil lair, they didn’t expect to find said boy sitting on the ground smiling and talking energetically with with the translucent hologram A. I. Eggman called his daughter.

Sonic was no scientist, but he knew when someone was talking science, just as he knew how happy his little brother got anytime someone could keep up with him over physics, engineering, mechanics or anything of sorts kind of conversation, but the girl in front of Tails was speaking non-stop, loudly and expertly over some complicated calculations, and the kid’s twin tails wouldn’t stop wagging as he listened. Sonic grinned, he didn’t understand what they were really talking about, but the scene in front of his eyes screamed chemistry.

Even if Eggman could understand what they were talking about, he paid no attention to their voices, nor the motion of the fox’s tails, or how they both turned repeatedly to the screen behind them and then back to each other; focusing only on how his daughter’s eyes glimmered when she listened to the fox’s long answer to her comment, and the smile that they both offered each other when the screens turned off when the show finished. He never saw such smile on his daughter’s face before.

#sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #sonic and tails #dr eggman #sage robotnik #sage the ai #tails and sage #they have great potential interactions #Sage robotnik respects Tails #Tails doesn’t know what to think about this specific a.i. #sonic fanfiction

[mariekanker]

im sooo smart i couldnt find the blank template but i have now but its fine . classic deviantart meme font.

explaining my self under the cut (EGGHEAD SPOILERS INCLUDED)

Favorite character: Franky, Robin and Usopp. Franky is my favorite but Robin and Usopp are the best characters. For Franky it's mostly that I like weird guys in hawaiin shirts and I also like inventor/engineer characters and he's both which is not fair to my psyche. And a lot of the shit he makes is so silly all those extra vehicles in the sunny all have to be cartoon animal themed and that's so cute. Silly guy making his silly machines, aww aww. I like Robin because she's a little weird a little offputting. Wish they went way further with that but I still enjoy that element of her character. And that she's the designated smart one but not in a killjoy way, and it's so sweet seeing her find happiness over time. I like that Usopp is the straight man or everyman type guy of the crew, and how most times the thing he chooses to do is the most "yeah i would have done that in this situation". I like that at no point he suddenly overnight becomes some brave boy and is a shounen anime badass now, but instead he's anxious about everything but pulls through regardless. He could have quit back in water 7 but he didn't !! New world scary as hell but he's still here having not given up or died !! There's something i really appreciate about having a character who isn't a badass or anything like that succeed too because its harder for him. And I lovee a good usopp fight, his fighting style is so fun and the usopp vs perona fight is one of my favorite of the whole series. I think it's fun that he was able to work around his fear of close combat by getting experimental. And of course the whole thing with how they make a point in Enies that Usopp doesn't have to be insanely capable and competant to have value and have his friends love him and i think that's nice. Everybody's valued on the crew even if their unique skills are more "niche" or whatever. :] .

Liked by everyone but me: Sabo. I think I would have liked him a lot more if he wasn't introduced immediately after Ace died as Luffy's secret brother he also has (anime adaptation is way worse for this because they can't even hide that Sabo didn't die !! It's so obvious !!) I know they have a whole passing the torch thing going on and the fire fruit thing is very cute but i feel it kind of takes away from the impact of ace dying to give luffy a different fire brother yknow ? either way though, he has the personality of a slice of white bread like i really dont find him endearing at all, all i get out of him is he's kind of fun to draw i like pulling a brightheart warrior cats fan design on him. as far as i can tell most OP fandom people generally like him i never see sabo slander LOL but that's just me

Didn't like at first: Orochi. Choosing him more out of what I felt was appropriate given some characters i.e. franky are clearly supposed to start off on a bad note then be likable later. Orochi never gets redeemed or even becomes particularly silly and charming in the ways many other villains do. Him being an over the top piece of shit who was also scared of everything then had beef with Kaido just appealed to me idk lol plus all the stuff with how he's doing all this out of some kind of paranoia/trauma response and like yeah fuck sure i'll take that some kind of a reason over nothing at all. he's a little like arlong if arlong was like really really lame. i think it's funny he fake dies like twice + his actual(?) death scene is honestly pretty badass that was a good ass scene. one of my more favorite villains tbh and he pleasantly surprised me because i really assumed he was just going to be another comically evil annoying lame guy in a different coat of paint. think again it's annoying lame guy but a little better.

Would like to know more about: Crocodile, Pudding, Kiwi, and Mozu. Honestly there's like 27 characters I could put here. Crocodile stands out to me because of the implied trans thing mostly but regardless, I am curious about his relationship with Robin and his run in with Whitebeard and the thing with going out of his way to stick his neck out for Luffy in Marineford. <- that was probably just Crocodile being grateful luffy busted him out of impel down and not wanting to say it, but i like to think there's some kind of "luffy reminds crocodile of himself when he was younger" type deal because yea croc wanted to be pirate king before whitebeard shat all over him, yeah? yeah i wanna know this guy's deal. and yeah what were the circumstances of him and Iva's initial meeting? Out of everyone I chose he's probably the mostly likely to get some kind of detailed backstory and such. I assume Pudding is probably going to be very relevant eventually what with the opening of the third eye or whatever the fuck. Excited as the prospect of more Pudding, really hope we do not get another hancock situation where her entire character devolves into being really obsessed with a guy. Low expectations for this one I just hope she gets things to do that uh . don't suck lol. i really like her a lot. I think I kind of already explained Kiwi & Mozu yeah, in general more of anything on Franky Family would be nice. I know they're not important like Croc + Pudding but I hope they at least get some silly mini story shit. Filler ep where Franky reminisces on franky family . i will take antyhing.

Least favorite character: Orlumbus. don't like the columbus cameo. that's it, this one isn't deep, the fact he's a character at all is just dumb to me. i do rank him lower than villains or intentionally annoying charatcers because at least characters like Spamdam you're clearly supposed to want him dead so he's doing his job as a character.

Like the design, dislike the character: Zeo. Wasn't huge on the new fishman pirates in general. Would have to reread Fishman Island to elaborate better. Zeo's design is badass though.

Like the character, dislike the design: Usopp. Looks like a caricature

Same personality: Usopp and Pudding. Only 2 I could think of that have made me think yeah, they're just like me for real on a regular basis.

Favorite ship: Going Merry. I love that the Merry is just the silly little boat that could held together by duck tape and how comically smaller she is compared to marine ships, really bringing together this idea that the straw hats are just some scrappy weirdos who have no business being alive this long- Oh. Oh that kind of ship. Okay. Frobin is like the most . Sounds like a pairing that would actually happen, makes sense for how I understand these characters to be, etc. I'm not in the camp of believing they're end game or canonically secretly in love, you just don't have to like . Conveniently forget things about either character to force it into making some kind of sense. More importantly though, I think it's fun how they're counterparts to each other. Robin is history/nature themed, Franky is futuristic/technology themed, but both are connected through the pluton thing. They're both "keys to the ancient weapon" but instead of being destructive evil characters they're more interested in building the other up. Something like that. And it's a weird girl + silly guy dynamic and I like these kinds of "met you in the worst situation but we made it out together and are now both enjoying ourselves" relationships. If I was spamdam bringing robin and franky together for my evil scheme only for them to not only both escape but end up on the same crew and become very close I would have to quit my job out of embarrassment.

Least favorite ship:Crocodile x Buggy.I don't care for most hate love type dynamics anyways but particularly don't enjoy this one because seeing Buggy in this toxic yaoi with my boss type situation doesn't appeal to me at all. (Obviously not the worst OP pairing in the world, just as far as pairings I actually see with my eyes every now and again I don't really care for this one)

Would befriend irl: Kokoro. I just like her. I would listen to her talk for a long time about whatever the hell.

Would not befriend irl: Sanji. I mean like more than half of all OP characters are people i would not stand but I have a dunking on Sanji quota to achieve.

#fandom opinion meme #id in alt

[westanthewaterman]

Wakey Wakey Protocol - Engineer!Mark x GN!Captain

Rating: NSFW

Word count: 1700+

TW: consensual somnophilia, fingersucking, possessive captain, oral (m recieving)

Notes: Thank you so much for the request, I hope you like it! Also yes, I know oral is on my will not write list but I’m experimenting.

MASTERLIST - AO3

Wakefulness washes over the Captain slowly, like a wave gently lapping at the shore. They yawn, blinking their eyes open. It’s quiet, the audiobook of poetry they’d put on when they had climbed into bed has long since finished and the only sound to be heard is the quiet breathing of them and the man sound asleep behind them.

Mark is tucked into the covers, his arms loose around the Captain’s waist. With him pressed against their back like this, they’re able to feel his chest expand and deflate with every deep breath he takes.

It also allows them to feel other things.

Something hard is pressed up against their ass and it doesn’t take the Captain much guessing to figure out what it is. Mark always tends to get hard in his sleep. Usually, they pay it no mind, but, tonight, they’re feeling mischievous.

Ever since Mark and the Captain had finally given themselves permission to take up residence planetside, there was always something to do. Too much, if the Captain was honest. The two have hardly had any time to relax, much less to relax together.

But it’s the middle of the night and there are no alarms, no system malfunctions, no wormholes. Sure, Mark could use the sleep, and so could they, but the more they think about it, the more the Captain wants - no, needs - to have him right this second.

They move slowly, gently pushing Mark’s arms off them and rolling him onto his back. He’s a very heavy sleeper, which came as a surprise to the Captain the first time they’d slept together. After everything they’d been through, even just a slight change in the building’s air conditioning will have the Captain up and alert, but they’re happy he feels comfortable and safe enough with them to sleep so soundly.

They’re also happy it makes some things so much easier.

Undoing the tie on the front of Mark’s pajama pants is simple and the Captain slips them down his hips, along with his boxers, just enough to let his cock spring free from the confines of the fabric. He’s almost fully hard, a drop of precum beading at the tip, and the Captain can’t help but lick their lips.

He’s a good length with a little more girth than what might be considered average. It always feels so good when he’s inside them, stretching them open just enough to leave them feeling it for a few hours after they finish messing around. Just thinking about it has the Captain all hot and bothered and they quickly remove their pajamas, leaving them only in a pair of underwear, the cool air in the room doing wonders to their heated skin.

They reach out slowly, wrapping their fingers loosely around the base of his cock, keeping an eye on Mark’s face in case their touch starts to rouse him from his sleep. He’ll have to wake up eventually, it’s much easier to do things that way, but the Captain wants to have their fun for as long as they can.

With a gentle grip on his cock, the Captain starts to stroke up and down his shaft slowly. A small grunt comes from deep in the engineer’s throat, but, otherwise, he remains still, unbothered.

The Captain shifts quietly, moving so they’re laying on their stomach between his legs, face only inches away from his cock, giving them the perfect angle to watch the way it twitches in their hand and also keep an eye on his face.

Slowly, so slowly, they duck down and start giving small kitten licks to the head of his cock, pausing when Mark lets out a soft whimper, before returning to the task at hand. They take the tip into their mouth, tracing their tongue over it, giving special attention to the spot on the underside where the shaft meets the head.

Feeling brave, the Captain takes him further into their mouth, hollowing their cheeks around his shaft and bobbing their head slowly.

Mark’s hips buck up involuntarily and he startles awake with a moan, looking down at them with wide, glassy eyes.

“C-Capt-”

He cuts himself off with a long groan as they take him all the way into the back of their throat, swallowing around him. Mark buries one hand in their hair and the other in the sheets, back arching at the sudden onslaught of pleasure.

“Captain!”

They pull off his cock with a pop, licking a stripe up the shack before giving him a demure smile. Mark’s chest is heaving with deep breaths, face red, and the Captain swears he’s never looked better.

“Morning, baby.”

“Not that I’m complaining about the wake-up call because,” Mark groans when they start to stroke him slowly. “trust me, I’m not, but w-what’s gotten into you?”

“We haven’t had any time to ourselves lately and I could feel how hard you were when I woke up, so I thought I’d give you a little TLC.”

“Well, I could get used to waking up like this.” He rolls his hips up into their hand.

“You may regret saying that.”

They crawl up the bed, straddling him and ducking down to steal his lips in a kiss. Mark’s responding kiss is slow, uncoordinated. He’s clearly still drowsy and they like how relaxed and pliant he is beneath them, giving them a lazy smile.

“Baby, will you let me have you?” They whisper against his lips.

“You already do.”

“Yes, but you know what I mean. Will you let me fuck you?”

Mark groans, throwing his head back against the pillows and nodding slowly, staring up at them with wide, hungry eyes. “Whatever you want, Captain. You know I’m yours.”

“You are mine. Mine to touch, mine to tease, mine to take .” They roll their hips down against him, making them both moan. “Mine.”

He whimpers at the possessive edge to their voice, turning his head to the side to hide his face in the pillows. “Captain.”

“You look so good beneath me, baby.”

The Captain slips his shirt off over his head quickly, their underwear following suit. With his tanned chest now on display, they trail kisses up from his sternum and all the way to the corner of his jaw, nipping and licking as they go, leaving behind a trail of marks.

Mark groans at the feeling of their teeth scraping over his skin and bucks his hips up, rubbing his cock against the sensitive skin between their legs.

They groan. “So impatient.”

“Please,” he whines, “don’t make me wait. It’s torture.”

“Not yet, baby. I need to get myself ready for you. Open your mouth.”

Without any hesitation, Mark parts his lips. The Captain slips two fingers inside, pressing them against his tongue and easing them in and out slowly. He groans around them, squeezing his eyes shut and sucking on their fingers happily.

“You take me so well.”

Mark glows at the praise, doubling down his effort, bobbing his mouth up and down the length of their fingers.

Once the Captain decides he’s gotten their fingers nice and wet, they slip them from his mouth and down between their legs. Tracing over their entrance, they press their fingers inside themself slowly, letting out a soft groan.

“Mark,” they moan.

“What is it? What do you need?”

“I want you to touch yourself for me, stroke your cock. But you don’t get to cum until you’re inside me, understand?”

“Yes, Captain.”

Eyes fixed on where the Captain’s fingers disappear inside them, Mark fists a hand around his cock, stroking up and down over the shaft quickly.

“Oh god, Captain, I want you so bad. Waking up with my cock in your mouth-” Mark cuts himself off with a moan, stopping his strokes to tighten his hand around the base of his cock, staving off his impending orgasm. “P-Please, I’m so close already.”

They groan, curling their fingers to hit that sensitive spot inside themself. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna take care of you.”

The Captain removes their fingers from themself, slipping them back into his mouth. Mark groans, eyes rolling back as he sucks on them. They reach between their bodies and take ahold of his cock, guiding the head to their entrance and sinking down slowly.

Their fingers fall from his mouth as Mark groans and reaches up to get their hips in a vice grip that is sure to leave bruises, not that they mind. The Captain lowers themself slowly until they’ve taken his entire length inside. They still once their hips are flush with his, resting their hands on either side of Mark’s head and dropping their face into the crook of his neck.

“How does it feel, baby?”

“God,” he groans, “so good. You always make me feel so good.”

Slowly, they raise up and sink back down onto him and Mark swears he can see stars flashing in front of his eyes. He bites his lip, desperately trying to hold back the orgasm that just keeps creeping closer and closer with every roll of their hips.

“It’s okay. Give in to it, let go.”

He shakes his head furiously. “N-No, I want you to cum first. Want to make sure you feel good, too.”

“Oh baby, you always make me feel good, especially when you’re cumming inside me. Love knowing I’m the one that made you cum. You’re all mine, isn’t that right?”

“Y-Yeah, I’m yours, Captain, all yours.”

“Good. I want you to cum, baby, make a mess for me. Show me who you belong to.”

Mark cums with a cry of their name, hips rutting up into them as he fills them with warmth. The Captain groans, picking up their pace to fuck him through his orgasm. It doesn’t take long for pleasure to overtake them as well and they still in his lap, pressing their forehead to his chest while they catch their breath.

“You okay, Captain?” Mark rubs their back.

“So good. How ‘bout you?”

“I’m great.” He sighs happily.

The Captain rolls off him and tucks themself into his side, wrapping their arms around his waist. “I needed that.”

“Me too, we can’t let it go that long again.”

“Agreed.” They yawn and lean up to kiss him. “I love you, get some sleep now."

“You too, Captain. There might be a surprise waiting for you when you wake up.”

#engineer!mark x captain #engineer!mark x captain smut #engineer!mark x gn!captain #captaineer #west writes #engineer egghead #the watcher #nsft #tw somnophilia #tw possessive behaviour

[pocket-jack]

If there was Kid in Egghead arc (I've finally finished watching the 1095 episode):

Kid: No! Ya don't understand, ya dumbass! Hologram - s' a three-dimensional image reproduced by the interference of waves from a certain surface. Ya need really photosensitive surfaces to create one, so the fact that THIS ALL is a hologram is fucking awesome! This whole place feels like an engineers dream! I wonder if I can make a junk version of it. Hell, if I can't! Can ya imagine!? The whole ass walking hologram on the Victoria Punk! Our enemies will shit themselves when they see! Ha-ha!

Kid: "Noticed how Luffy looks at him without blinking" Wh-... What the big deal? Quit staring at me like i'm an idiot! Got a dead wish, fucking monkey!?

Luffy: No, I'm just... Admiring.

Kid: Admiring? The fuck, weirdo?

Luffy: Your smile! You never smiled like that before! You like Egghead too, right, Jaggy?

Kid: "Blush" Eh-?...

Kid: Well, go fuck yourself! Asshole! Let's go, I need to find my crew!

__________

Bonus:

Killer walking around the Egghead, looking at stuff and saying "Oh, Kid would love it", " I wonder what Kid would say", "I should take it for Kid!".

#one piece #kidlu

[brucenorris007]

Scrap

Summary: Scrap, verb: to discard, retire or remove from service. Metal Sonic discovers—partially through force, partially via coaxing—that perhaps it's time that it scraps a few hardwired notions. Else it will be stuck in the same loop indefinitely.

1801 words (Chapter 1)

“Egghead dipped, base is about to blow, and you still wanna scrap.”

Every fight had the same premise:

Bones versus bearings, blood versus oil, feet versus engines.

“I respect that, Metal; let’s take this outside!”

The outcome should have been obvious, and yet…

Clang.

Braak.

Thok.

Much like the premise, every fight had the same result.

Metal raced Sonic through falling detritus and collapsing supports amid blaring alarms; it clashed with the hedgehog whenever possible, attempting to knock him off his stride and prevent his escape. Sonic wove around the debris while still giving as good as he got; no number of bruises ever slowed him down.

Another explosion rocked the foundations of the subterranean structure; pressure building from rapidly rising heat and fire from below began propelling metal and concrete up as well as down.

Chances of escape came out to approximately two percent.

ZOOM.

Two percent was all that Metal’s nemesis had ever needed.

Groaning and creaking, the roof of the base cracked; daylight peeked through at the end of the flames. Metal’s turbines spun at a droning hum, and it shot outside milliseconds after Sonic did. They briefly hung in the air over the glacial mountain Metal’s master had been operating out of; Metal calculated trajectory, engaged its afterburners and careened down to cross the distance to its doppelganger. Sonic was never truly helpless, but in the scant moments before his feet touched the ground again, it might

The hush over the mountain shattered with a thunderous BOOM.

Sonic’s eyes went wide.

He opened his mouth.

Metal raised its clawed hands.

Loud whooshing sliced through the cold air.

A crash.

Impact.

Something quietly went

Crack.

Disconnection.

Stillness.

Then, motion; all-at-once, too-much motion. Metric tons of red-hot metal flashed across a backdrop of blue sky and white snow. Tumbling and crashing, sliding and barreling through the air without discernible direction or any sort of control.

Noise.

Just… noise.

Simultaneous. Overwhelming. Constant.

Until it wasn’t.

Stillness. Again.

The violent spinning stopped as abruptly as it started.

Soft reboot.

Metal came back online.

A rendering of what had occurred formulated in the space between processors.

The conclusive explosion of the base had expelled a jagged portion of a support beam; its ballistic path intersected–at terminal velocity–with Metal’s frame.

SYSTEM OPERATING ON RESERVE BATTERY POWER

And consequently, it lay half-buried in ice and snow; alerts identifying multiple instances of severe non-function cropped up, cumulatively depicting a less-than-optimal state.

“Metal, you okay?”

Sonic characteristically chose the worst moment to reappear, skidding to a stop in the snow.

“That was a gnarly ride down.”

Internal alarms blared at his measured approach; Metal had experience with being at another’s mercy while in a state of disrepair.

But Sonic was not its master.

It bypassed several advisories against re-engaging combat capability, despite that its reserve battery was not designed to support that. Metal attempted to propel back onto its feet.

Something popped. Loudly.

Hissing and heat followed.

“That… didn’t sound good.” Sonic said.

Metal ignored the derision; occupied with suppressing panic and trying to force fluidity out of limbs locking up courtesy of uncooperative hydraulics.

“Doesn’t look good, either.”

The hedgehog paused just within striking range. Metal’s motherboard ran countless calculations of all the data points illustrating how severely disadvantageous the situation was; of how many weaknesses Sonic could exploit to inflict damage.

“Here, let me”

He reached out. Anticipating an attack, Metal’s own hand snatched the hedgehog’s wrist. Threw itself forward in a spastic lunge.

“Hey!”

Sonic spun to one side, leaving Metal to crash into the snow again. Expecting retaliation, it snatched its hand back.

None came for several moments. Sonic stared at it. Metal glared back, chills that had nothing to do with the temperature permeating its core.

“Okay then.”

Sonic turned around and ran, circling the base of the mountain; a thunderclap seconds later let Metal know he’d broken the sound barrier and was, within a minute, long gone.

Metal attempted again to right itself; renewed alerts made the task more trouble than it was worth. It switched off its optics to preserve power.

WARNING: PROLONGED EXPOSURE TO LOW TEMPERATURES MAY AFFECT BATTERY EFFICIENCY.

RESERVE POWER: 83.6%

—————

Kvhroon.

By Metal’s internal clock, just shy of an hour had passed when it next registered another presence.

“Do you see him, Omega?”

“NEGATIVE.”

The new arrivals were only marginally less-than-welcome. The cronch of snow and ice coupled with the faint, smooth whirring of moving mechanical parts preceded the last of its master’s E-series announcing:

“I HAVE LOCATED HIM.”

Metal kept its optics offline. Perhaps if it ignored them, they would go away. It willfully disregarded how unlikely it was they were searching for it when it happened to be injured.

“Is he on standby mode?”

“NO. HE IS JUST BEING A LITTLE BITCH.”

Metal’s optics flared back to life for the express purpose of glowering at Omega.

“CALLED IT.”

Shadow leaned into view.

“Metal? Can you move?”

“HE CANNOT.”

“I wasn’t asking you.”

“YET I AM CORRECT.”

Metal raised one arm defiantly, a particular titanium finger elevated.

“MUCH IMPRESS. SUCH WOW.”

An internal fan briefly spun harder than usual; Omega might have been programmed without inflection in his voice box, but Metal did possess sarcasm receptors. Shadow sighed.

“All right,” he said; he knelt in the snow. “Let’s just move him.”

Metal’s systems overclocked on seeing Shadow’s outstretched hand; for the barest moment, the incinerating barrier of its Overdrive function enveloped its body. Shadow yanked his hand back. Steam from instantly evaporated ice surrounded Metal.

RESERVE POWER: 50.2%

“Or not.” Shadow said after a beat.

Metal shut off optics again; after that half-a-second engagement of its most powerful offensive maneuver, conserving energy was an even higher priority. It cast about for incoming satellite signals until it pinged off Shadow’s phone. The work of a couple minutes allowed it to interact with the device.

Did Sonic send you?

A beat. The sound of Shadow’s fingers tapping and a phone unlocking. Two simultaneous verbal responses.

“No.”

“YES.”

“Not helping.”

“IT IS THE TRUTH.”

Any help from him is unacceptable

“FINE,” Omega said. “LET YOUR CIRCUITS FRY AND FREEZE BEYOND REPAIR. YOU MIGHT SUCCEED IN HURTING HIS FEELINGS.”

Sarcasm receptors blared again.

“Thank you, Omega.” Shadow said; Metal didn’t have much data for comparison, but the hedgehog’s voice sounded a little strained.

The cronch of Omega’s footsteps indicated he’d momentarily stepped away.

A beat passed.

“Why?” Shadow asked.

What

“I haven’t seen you accept help from anyone before; why take such exception to any that he offers?”

He is the Enemy

“The feeling doesn’t seem to be mutual.”

False

“What are you basing that on?”

Metal’s processors stalled. Sonic, nemesis, the threat that required every preparation and observation to combat; the nemesis who still won, mercilessly heedless of all the data Metal painstakingly had compiled within its CPU. If Sonic, who consistently exceeded that data, didn’t feel as invested in their conflict as Metal, then for what reason had it gathered all that information? Metal could not provide any more complete an answer than:

He is the Enemy

RESERVE POWER: 48.9%

—————

Inexplicably, both of them remained with Metal, despite the arctic climate and the temperature falling with the waning afternoon.

“Is the hatred truly yours if it’s just part of your programming?” Shadow asked.

Were you not programmed–created–to be a protector?

“That’s one of the purposes for which I was made, yes.”

I was created for a sole purpose; eliminating Sonic the Hedgehog

“AND YOU’RE NOT EVEN GOOD AT THAT.”

Metal elected to ignore the more bombastic robot.

That he is the Enemy is just a motive for pursuing his end

Shadow didn’t immediately respond.

“The primary purpose assigned to me on my creation,” he said. “Was to preserve–protect–humanity and the planet. Yet few, if any, have come as close as I did to destroying both.”

That you failed only proves it is not what you were programmed for

Shadow huffed.

“By that logic, failing to eliminate Sonic means that’s not your purpose, either.”

Metal didn’t have a satisfactory reply to that. Rather than frustrated or angry, it experienced more… confusion. Pensiveness.

Uncertainty.

RESERVE POWER: 39.4%

—————

You do not need to remain here

“What do you mean?”

Robotnik will return to collect me in due time

“Will he?”

Metal didn’t understand Shadow’s apparent desire to challenge its every assertion in gentle tones.

“I’ve never known the doctor to spare a second glance at anything he’s left behind him,” Shadow said; almost as if thinking aloud. He paused. “Not unless whatever has captured his myopic attention requires it.”

Omega’s persisting presence was conspicuous by his deafening silence; the lack of any barbing interjections despite his well-documented contempt for Metal’s master.

“I suppose that’s the primary factor he gave you,” Shadow said. “That single-minded focus; though, is Sonic really your enemy, or his?”

There is no distinction

“Maybe not,” Shadow conceded. “But maybe there should be. I may not have destroyed the planet, but I have been–I am–much more than just a protector. I see no reason why you couldn’t similarly evolve.”

Metal once again failed to formulate a response.

“Sonic doesn’t have to be your enemy,” Shadow said. “If you want, you don’t ever have to fight again.”

RESERVE POWER: 27.7%

—————

You have not attempted to move me again

“Do you want to be moved?”

Merely an observation

One that Metal couldn’t comprehend. They’d come in place of Sonic to assist, yet a single defensive act deterred them. Despite that, Metal knew from the vaguely song-like echo of chaos energy that Shadow hadn’t strayed off, and though Omega occasionally stomped up and down in the snow, he offered not a word of complaint. They accomplished nothing of any discernible value that Metal could grasp by doing so.

Even the way Shadow phrased the question caused a stutter in Metal’s motherboard.

“We’re not going to do anything you don’t want us to do.”

That word again: want.

‘Are you ready’ or ‘There’s no rush’ Metal could have understood; an implication that their help was imminent, or that they were waiting until it lacked the power to retaliate. Never mind that Metal’s battery had long since depleted past the point of being able to utilize Overdrive again, regardless of whether they had any way of knowing that.

No. Instead, Shadow asked what it wanted.

“CONSENT IS ESSENTIAL.”

Metal had ample experience receiving repairs or… improvements, heedless of its state of consciousness.

Yet Shadow and Omega were not its master.

RESERVE POWER: 15.8%

—————

What would I be without my programming?

“Everyone in the world would give you a different answer; the only conclusion that matters is the one you carve out for yourself.”

—————

Take me to the fox

please

RESERVE POWER: 2.0%

Kvhroon.

#fanfic #Metal Sonic #Sonic the Hedgehog #Shadow the Hedgehog #Functionally Immortal Crew #E-123 Omega

[eggheadmarketers]

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[dopscratch]

Spydad Excerpt

so a while ago i was just idk going wild over spydad and dadgineer and my tf2 headcanons and wrote this

idk if i will ever finish it but it doesn't seem right for it to just rot away in my docs

and yes i do have a LOT of headcanons for engie's family which i may share at a later date if the interest arises haha

i still absolutely love spydad and also extremely love dadgineer so this is certainly not the end

without further ado:

The Engineer prided himself on being able to solve practical problems, very efficiently with a copious amount of gun. He had a feeling this one would take a little more nuance.

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Down in the dusty badlands of New Mexico, a Texan with a hard hat and oil-stained overalls offered his help to a rather taken aback Frenchman in a prohibitively expensive suit. It all started when a new man joined the team of mercenaries warring in the gravel pits two exorbitantly rich brothers were feuding over. Really, the new Scout was a kid, in his early twenties physically and even younger mentally. He adapted quickly to the job and his new coworkers. It certainly wasn't his first time he had worked as a trained killer, judging by the practiced ease he handled his weapons. The amount of gloating he did while slaughtering the enemy helped too. He fit right in with the rest of the questionably sane men, sharing that marked disregard for human life. However, the resident Engineer noticed something strange going on between the newcomer and the Spy. Usually, the masked infiltrator was distant and unseen on the battlefield, his only impact being the convenient disappearance of some enemy forces and the strategic destruction of a few buildings. Ever since the Scout joined, he seemed to be much more present and daring, stabbing backs in the frontlines much more frequently. In the Engineer's opinion, Spy had blocked far too many bullets cloaked in front of the young mercenary for it to be coincidental. The implications were so clear to him. Some might have called it an instinct, others may have chalked it up to excellent reasoning skills. Regardless, the assumption had planted itself deep in the Engineer's mind, and at a certain point just became fact.

"Say, son, how does it feel to work with someone you personally know?" The Engineer asked the Scout one day as they were getting ready to enter the battlefield.

"Eh? Whaddya on about, egghead?" The pure confusion from the Bostonian would have marked an embarrassing miscalculation on Engie's part if it weren't for the Spy, standing a couple feet behind the Scout, dropping his precious cigarette. Though he quickly wiped the look off of his face, it was enough. The kid didn't know.

"Ah, never mind. Musta spaced out for a second, mistook ya for someone else. Guess I'm gettin' old, huh?" The Engineer laughed good-naturedly and headed off for the gates, leaving the baffled Scout behind.

---

The Engineer was not done with this. Perhaps it was the sudden separation from his own kids, still a fresh wound even after months. In retrospect, he had no business in meddling with the two. Interpersonal relations strayed dangerously far from his area of expertise. In the moment though, he was not about to deny the kid the presence of a father who clearly still cared for him. So, he approached the Spy on that hot, dusty afternoon.

"Spy, I know we've got our differences, but I can't just stand here and watch that sad display you got goin' there between you and your son. If there's anythin' I can do, just say the word."

"What." Was all the normally eloquent Frenchman could muster in response. 

"Well, I'm a father myself, so I suppose I could give ya some pointers-"

"I don't think I need help from a man who was banned from seeing his own children," the Spy snapped back coldly.

"How didja know about that?" Even as the Engineer asked the question, he already knew the answer. Still, it was strange hearing it from someone else when he had put so much effort into separating his personal and work life.

"I am the Spy. It is my job. However, you are the Engineer. Your job is to make little toys to aid us in battle. So tell me, tinkerer, how did you know about me?" 

"Well..." He started, lifting a hand to adjust his helmet. "I noticed y'all been hangin' around a touch more ever since the kid joined..." The Spy raised an eyebrow.

"So you guessed. It was pure luck. Fascinating." The observation was nearly more sarcasm than accent, and Spy had a pretty heavy accent.

"I wouldn't say that," Engie quickly interjected, unwilling to take that blow to his ego. "I’d call it more of a... educated guess. A hypothesis, ya might say.”

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and unfortunately that's all i've got, but hope you enjoyed :)

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[seat-safety-switch]

I’m a plumber. My father was a plumber, his father was a plumber, maybe his father was a plumber. We don’t know for sure. Grandpa was eaten by a tiger working at the zoo that one fateful afternoon, but this story isn’t about that. Where I work is a little company called Fel-Pro.

Maybe you’ve heard of Fel-Pro. You probably use their products. They’re one of the pre-eminent gasket manufacturers of the 21st century. Wherever there’s two tubes in your car that have to have a nice tight seal against each other, chances are Fel-Pro sells something to replace that seal. Are they as good as factory? Experts employed by Fel-Pro mumble and change the subject. Here’s the important thing: they have money, and some of that money goes to feed my kids by way of me fixing their office plumbing once in awhile.

Now, it’s not all roses. My plumber and custodian buddies who work in other companies, they say that people mostly stay out of their way while they’re working. Maybe once in awhile, they’ll get a Super Dad who chats a bit about power tools, or asks some basic questions about their toilet at home, or doesn’t want to take responsibility for having left a cast-iron shit in the tank and then trying to cram it through the manifold using thirty pounds of toilet paper. The usual stuff, right?

At Fel-Pro, it’s different. These motherfuckers have opinions about plumbing, as you would expect from their careers. As soon as they hear even the smallest pinhole leak, the bathroom is filled wall-to-wall with engineers, trying to figure out if it’s a gasket interface issue. Once they realize it isn’t, they start discussing ways to make it a gasket issue.

Anything that leaks is caused by inferior gasketry, even if the pipe itself has split in the middle. They could solve that by making a sort of very long, pipe-shaped grommet gasket to replace the pipe entirely. Yeah, yeah. And then a bunch of these pencil-necks start climbing over top of me to take measurements with their Mitutoyo digital calipers, and video-chat with the toilet manufacturer’s engineers just to call them rookie-level chumps. All the while, the bathroom is slowly filling with water up to our waists, the water-shutoff valve having been removed years before to prevent these eggheads from being tempted to fuck with it.

As any professional would, I started ignoring them, but it turns out that showed up on my performance review. Everyone at Fel-Pro has to be vigilant against leaks, said my boss, a dour expression on his face. He thrust a diagram on how to apply the proper torque pattern to the wax seal of a toilet.

Don’t get me started on how angry they get when they see me using hardware-store silicone bathroom caulking to solve the problem. That’s not the ideal thermal interface, they moan, and start bringing out all kinds of high-zoot polymer compounds, emblazoned with safety warnings in Chinese. Those make the room spin pretty good, and sometimes they get worryingly hot on application, but I must admit they work a treat. One engineer brought me something he stole from a tour he took of NASA and told me to seal a leaking air conditioner drain with it. Well, mission accomplished, buddy: Jim, the custodian I share an office with, had to use a plasma cutter to remove it last week.

It’s gotten so bad that I’ve started only doing plumbing repairs in the middle of the night, when the engineers are likely to be at home, berating their spouses for daring to bring Scotch tape into their home.

[hederasgarden]

Hangman x reader authority 😮‍💨

BESTIE. 😳

I am unwell from this prompt. It awoke something in me and I sat down and promptly wrote over 2k worth of nonsense last night before bed. It’s gonna be a bit before I can edit and smooth it out so here’s a preview.

Jake doesn’t pay much attention when you’re first introduced with the rest of the eggheads from the Office of Naval Research. You’re just one of many civilian engineers working on the new plane he’s been assigned to test. He knows immediately you find him attractive, it’s written all over your face and demeanor. You keep things polite and professional which he appreciates. Dr. Hamati and some of the other engineers can’t seem to string together a full sentence around him without blushing or stammering.

You’re pretty, he can admit that, but a sweet face has never been enough on its own to hold his interest. What he cares about now is testing the new prototype plane. He volunteered immediately for the assignment when it came up, beating out most of his top gun class for the honor. The chance to fly the latest design is a thrill unlike any other. What he doesn’t bank on is having to sit through mind numbingly boring briefings and listen to the engineers argue anytime the tiniest adjustment is made.

Most of his exposure to you is during these meetings but the first time you talk to him one on one is four weeks into the project. That’s when he notices your particular….quirk. You’re following him out after the morning briefing, yammering away about the new wing design specs. He’s read your report in detail and already familiarized himself with the changes.

All Jake wants is a moment of silence to mentally prepare himself for today's test but you keep talking. It doesn’t help that he’s got the beginning of a headache forming behind his eyes. You’re oblivious to his attempts to cut the conversation short.

“I got it. I know how to fly a plane,” he tells you sharply.

“Lieutenant Seresin,” you start but he cuts you off with a look.

“If I want to know more information I’ll read your briefing packet again. Now go sit down.”

You blink in surprise, stepping back. Jake almost misses the way your pupils dilate and your lips part just so.

"I'm sorry, Sir," you reply. "I..."You stammer and touch your neck before hurrying to take a seat.

You watch him from behind the computer bank, brows raised. Seeking his approval even if you don’t realize it. Fuck if that paired with the sir and the little waver in your voice doesn't spike his interest. He waits until you’re practically squirming in your chair before he gives you a nod. Your response is immediate, shoulders dropping and your body relaxing.

It’s not just that he makes you nervous, he’s seen that plenty of times before. No, this is different. Special. You liked it when he barked an order at you.

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