#the things I do for yall

[coulsart]

The set is almost done but my ipad died, i need to charge it then i can add the shading and finishing touches—

#blabbababa #collapses #the things i do for yall

[cuppajj]

🌻

Sentient!Lost Light x Liaison!Human!Reader (Gender Neutral) by cuppityjuppity (art by cuppajj)

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“Have you not been sleeping well?”

You hear the the ship’s voice hum from the speakers on your bedroom wall, as you lay awake on your bed. It’s past lights out, and everyone else on board was recharging. They already knew that the human liaison would be… irregular, when it came to customs, but all were certain that you slept at the same time they did.

All including the Lost Light themself, who you had just learned was alive a week or so ago. It had been an accident, so you thought; with your ties to Ultra Magnus, you had been given the ins and outs of liaison life aboard the ship; standard by the books fare that you’d already been briefed to by the EDC. However, it was one unlucky meeting when you announced your presence, and someone else was already in the room; or at least, you could hear someone else was. As Magnus had whipped his helm down to you, flustered as if he’d been caught breaking integrity, a short silence between all three of you was soon ended by the voice that emanated from the room’s speakers. “It’s alright, Ultra Magnus,” they had chuckled, the sound rumbling through the floor. “I knew they were coming. You needn’t worry about one more soul in on the secret.”

The Lost Light had been interested in you for quite some time, in fact. Of the millions of years of their life, not one little organic has boarded their ship; certainly not a human, like you. You’re a new species, only a couple hundred thousand or so years old, and had just been introduced to the greater intergalactic community. You’re as curious about everything as they are about you: your odd little movements, the way you speak with your silly human accent, even the way you walk in itty bitty strides with legs and feet half the size of an average cybertronian digit. And you’re so… tiny! As a massive starship, even a minibot would be hard to see with their two optics, which made it nigh impossible for them to watch a human. Only through their intricate camera systems and holomatter technology could you, like the rest of the crew, be up close. You seemed sweet, when they introduced their holoform persona, Lightlost, at the Swerve’s “new-squishy-welcome-party” thrown for you when you first joined. You’d happily conversed with the cartographer longer than you had anyone else. Something about their warm and humble personality made you feel welcomed, like you had come home to someone you could trust. By the end of it, you were comfortable enough to trust them with picking you up and perching you on their shoulder. You remembered noticing how similar their frame looked to the starship itself, but you thought nothing of it. Not at the time.

Now you know the secret—but even still, the two of you are close. Closer than before, even. With the knowledge of the Lost Light having a spark of their own, you couldn’t feel any safer. There were mishaps all the time, and you know the Lost Light isn’t there every waking moment to fix whatever has been broken, but the feeling of someone watching over you gives you a sense of protection, as a tiny organic aboard a ship full of giant robots.

The Lost Light steps out of their way to ensure you are safe and happy.

Even as you hear their concerned ask, and roll over in bed groggily as a response. Your hazy eyes catch the clock on the wall: 2:30 AM, converted from Cybertronian time just for your convenience.

“…How long have you… been here?” You murmur into the side of your pillow.

“Only a minute,” they answer. “I just finished convincing the Captain to put down his work. I felt you moving around in a disturbance, and thus wished to check in.”

You emit another rumble from your throat. The Lost Light finds it adorable, despite your predicament, but speaks again with concern still present. “Has anything been bothering you, little one?”

You remain silent, motionless in the bed. Your mind sifts through thoughts as you begin to formulate a sentence that can explain yourself as best you can, in this state. Finally, you slowly push yourself up into a sitting position, head and back slouched over.

“It’s… stupid,” you admit softly, sadly, “but I miss home.”

The ship hums in acknowledgment.

“This place isn’t Earth, and everyone is so huge,” you continue. “It’s big and metallic, and nothing feels familiar. I know I wanted to come here, but I didn’t know how homesick I’d get…”

As you speak, the ventilation in the room quiets so your voice stands out. A slight gust of comfortable warm air brushes through your sheets.

“I understand…” the Lost Light whispers. “You’re so far from where you’ve been your whole life. The sudden change in setting is never one that you can so easily adjust to.”

You nod, sinking further into your seat.

“…However,” you hear them continue, “I believe that homesickness is a sign of love, and it is expressed by all of us. Even myself, for the world I called my own. To be in a place where we are safe, comfortable, happy, familiar… that is what we miss.”

“Mm…”

“In that case, little liaison,” you hear the soft smile in their voice, “while I may not be your home, nothing would please me more than to serve as your home away from it.”

Your head perks up at the dark room in front of you, their surrounding presence, with tired yet brightening eyes. You wish you can say more, ask more, but in your state, all you can muster is “huh?”

Moments later, you hear the sound of static and distortion as a blue light appears before you, glitching and flicking as the Lost Light’s holoform manifests in the room. Lightlost, significantly smaller than usual, approaches you. The two of you exchange looks; and as you stare into their eyes, you remember why they made you feel comforted in the first place.

“This place… I, my crew, we might all be… hectic, at times,” they whisper, meeting you at your bedside. “However, there is nothing I would rather do than ensure that you, little one, feel as close to home as you can. Whatever I can do, I will do it if you so ask.”

They reach out and lightly rest their warm hand on your shoulder, smiling fondly. “If homesickness is a sign of love, then I wish for you to love where you are now, someday. Not just what I provide, but what everyone provides.”

You think about the others you’ve befriended, and the experiences you’ve shared, wild as they are. Your adventures off world, with Rodimus, with Drift, with even Brainstorm, though you’d never do it again. They all liked you, and were interested in your uniqueness, and you remembered fondly of how you’d share moments with them during the highs and lulls of excitement, all before returning to the ship for a drink and a party. You think of days that aren’t as exciting; lazy afternoons in your room as you indulge yourself in your human interests that only you understand, atop your bed or couch, with nothing in that moment feeling out of place from your room back on earth. One of your robot friends would poke their holoform’s head in and join you, and while you clearly knew they weren’t, it felt nice to talk to a human face to face. You think about moments like this, with the Lost Light. Though even if they may be elsewhere, they always know where you are and how to keep you safe.

A smile graces your features, and you relax your head on your pillow once more. Lightlost gently pulls the covers over you with a grin, pleased that their words touched your heart.

You hum, “thank you.”

“Thank you,” they croon, “for joining me. But most importantly, for deciding to stay.”

They reach their hand down and stroke your head, and you close your eyes. You hear the faint sound of static again, the touch fading from your skin. A draft of warm air flows through the room, purified and smooth, and you breathe in.

Over the speaker, you hear their voice once more, shortly before you slip into your subconscious.

“Sleep well, little one.”

#hi I’m fuvking chaotic #you didn’t ask for this. i gave it to you. #cjj askbox #ask game #lost light #the things I do for yall #maccadam #x reader #mtmte #disclaimer: I am not a writing blog #sentient lost light au

[cocksley-and-catapult]

Make them wear turtlenecks

I like turtlenecks and I like them

#c&c asks #the things i do for yall

[hibiscussoupbowl]

Bruh no one tells u how hard it is to panel and write a comic i hope yall know this comic is gonna take a while and i think its either not gonna be very coclored or just flats bc holy crap this is like. A shit ton of art skills needed that i dont have lmao

#teen wolf #thiam #art #the things i do for yall

[olivers-cocoapuffs]

I have a small whiteboard on my wall that I use for random thoughts and it’s currently being used to plan out a fic and my mum just saw it and I’m freaking out because she’s a Potterhead and how many characters are named Remus Lupin or Sirius?? Help

#The things I do for yall #This is damming evidence of my queerness #Oliver’s rambles

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

you’ve been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember.

sure, he had never outwardly called you his girlfriend, but when you were both seven years old, he came up to you. chest heaving slightly from running up and down the hill where he had gotten you a freshly plucked out bouquet of flowers. the roots were still clinging to them and he got dirt all over your hands from forcibly grabbing them and shoving the bouquet in them before you could even form a sentence.

“since you accepted the flowers, you’re mine now.” he mumbled, his little hands tightened into fists at his sides and chubby cheeks a cute shade of pink, staring at you as confidently as he could.

a grin grows on his face when you respond with a simple “okay !” and a bright smile. the grin on his face never disappears even as his mom scolds him for getting you both all dirty.

you were katsuki’s in middle school too, when the boys in class decided to play kiss, marry, kill and he had somehow gotten dragged into it. the girls in your class tried their best to seem uninterested, claiming the boys were being childish, but you noticed how hard some of them were straining their ears trying to hear what the guys were talking about in their own little corner of the room. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little curious as well.

katsuki was as ruthless as you’d known him to be, choosing to kill any girl that wasn’t to his liking, which ended up being all of them. much to the other boys’ chagrin, claiming he had no taste.

then your name was brought up.

at that, his eyes widened and he turned in his seat to see if you were watching. you had never turned your head away so fast in your life and you were pretty sure you heard something go “crack”.

he clicked his tongue. mumbling something about how stupid the game was before muttering out a “kiss yn, marry yn and kill that other bitch.” before getting up and stomping away, claiming he had to go to the bathroom followed closely by the whoops and hollers of his two friends behind him.

you both made eye contact when he walked out and you think you’ll never forget how red his cheeks were.

you were katsuki’s when he was the one to walk you to and from school everyday, claiming you would somehow get lost without him. you were katsuki’s when he had begrudgingly shoved homemade valentines day chocolates into your arms, mumbling something about how you had been upset nobody had gotten you anything last year, conveniently leaving out the fact he had scared off all the other guys trying to offer you anything.

you were katsuki’s when he grabbed your hand during the winter because he said you’d “end up dying of hypothermia with the way you’re chittering over there.” and you were his when you were the only person he laughed around. loud, genuine laughter that you and only you could squeeze out of him. you were katsuki’s when he randomly kissed you goodnight at your door one night and he’s been doing it ever since, and gets all pouty when you turn away from his kisses to tease him.

“are we dating ?” you had asked him. you’re both in high school now and you’re in his dorm room. your legs are on his lap and he’s got a comfortable grip on your leg, which tightens after he registers your questions “hah?” he looks utterly confused and a little insulted as he looks back at you, his entire face scrunched up in confusion. you pinch his nose and he swats at your hand.

“are we dating ? like—am i your girlfriend.” you say again and katsuki’s face scrunches up even harder. he huffs and looks back at his phone, landing a little smack on your leg still placed in his lap. “ ‘course yer my fuckin’ girlfriend.” he spits out, obviously irritated. then he looks back at you “I haven’t made it obvious ?” he says sarcastically. one of his eyebrows lifted as he pokes at your leg still very much in his lap.

you simply shrug “s’not that. it’s just because you’ve never actually asked me out before, so i was a little confused on where we stood.” you mumble. he stares at you while you speak and he stares a little longer before sighing. then he leans towards you and flicks your forehead.

“ow !”

“dumbass.” he murmurs. there’s a slight pout on his face and his cheeks are light shade of pink when he looks you in the eyes again. he grabs both your cheeks with one hand and smushes them together to push your lips out and presses multiple wet kisses onto them that have you squealing and squirming. his wet lips are pulled into a smirk when he pulls back and you try your best to at least look a little angry, you really do. but it’s useless when he looks at you like that.

“of course you’re my girlfriend” he reiterates. his smirk’s been replaced for something softer, something more sincere as he gazes at you with so much unadulterated affection it makes your head spin a little. “you’ve always been mine.” he says it in a teasing tone and his hand is still smushing your cheeks out and it hurts a little but his eyes are still the same. they’re warm and soft and so, so enamored with you and only you.

when he finally let’s go of your face and pulls you fully into his lap, you realize katsuki’s been yours for as long as you’ve been his.

you smile brightly at him but turn your nose up when he leans in to kiss you again. “i still haven’t heard what i wanna hear though, mr. bakugou.”

he rolls his eyes and pinches at your thigh as he mumbles out a “don’t call me that.” sighing, he looks at you intensely and you suddenly feel very shy.

“will you be my girlfriend, ya shitty girl ?” and he says it as a joke, you both know it is cus his lips are already forming into a smirk the second he finishes his sentence. and you’re pulling at his nose the moment you register it, but you’re both smiling hard. he laughs and you’re sure you’ll never get tired of the sound. “what’s your answer, pretty ?” he asks playfully and you pretend to really think it over just to mess with him, and giggling out a “yes!” when he suddenly pounces on you. flipping you both over and tickling you mercilessly, calling it revenge for you “taking too damn long to answer.”

you’d been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember, and you hope you can be forever.

#just a silly little thing i wrote in record time in the bus #i love him sm yall dont get him like i do #just silly boyfriend katsuki tingz #him n my oc r childhood friends in my canon so thats why i made this #i love my boyfriend #I didn’t know how to end this one either #bakugou katuski x reader #katsuki bakugo fluff #bakugo fluff #bakugou imagine #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou drabble #bakugou fluff #bakugo x reader #bakugo x you #bakugo x y/n #bakugo x female reader #bakugo x oc

[u3pxx]

chat i dont think i can explain this one

#i wanted to do a clothes-swap with all three (yall know who) but then i ran out of juice DFGHJD #why did i learn how to draw if not to make things that are self-indulgent and caters only to me #and sometimes you wanna dress em up like little dolls DFGHJD #dungeon meshi #chilchuck tims #sunnysidedraws #sunnysidedoodles #sunnysidemeshi #described #id in alt text

[jitterbugbear]

malanya the horse god - mixed media

#MY FAVEEEE #this gif got really cronched and you can't really make out the eyes #but honestly i just want to get this off my hands at this point #so uhhhhhh i spent weeks on this how are yall doing #i handpainted everything (except link and the particle effect) and then scanned and animated in after effects #you can't really tell it's painted because its so crunchy so lollllll #it was still good to try some new things #animation #gif #zelda #totk #botw #horse god #artists on tumblr #art #jitterbugbear art #mixed media

[sketchy-tour]

Redrew some of my old daycare attendant doodles as stress relief today

#The original doodles were not posted here I'm p sure and for good reason they are SO BAD #but I wanted to draw something but without need to think too hard so redrawing something old felt good enough #also featuring the whole nickname thing the DCA fandom was always so fond of. Do yall even still do that??? I havent been up to date #ah. The blorbos before wally #anyway #fnaf security breach #fnaf dca #dca fandom #dca fanart #daycare attendant #fnaf daycare attendant #self insert #self insert x canon #my art #sketches #much needed comfort art

[artrealla]

#yall have no idea how long it took to do the colors on this #i feel like my brain melted out my ears #but im SO happy with this theyre so cute god #my art #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #st fanart #steddie fanart #please rb with tags they make me so so so happy and i screenshot them and show my friends and its so cute

[the-one-who-lambs]

This is a super super gentle reminder not to put your favorite authors on a pedestal. We're real people living average lives and not trying to be influencers. We criticize ourselves enough and we don't want to be held to an invisible standard (we start to worry we fail to exceed our own selves) or compared to other writers (we are not competing) or tailor our craft to cater to a wider audience (the right people will find you).

#hannah's rambles #compliments are great!! #sensationalizing me is making me a little uncomfy. #got an ask that seemed pretty well intentioned but i couldn't tell for sure. #yall dont have to write as much as i do or interpret things the same way or think of my writing style as the ultimate finish line. #writers on tumblr

[inkskinned]

the problem is that being single is seen as the consolidation prize, and not the natural neutral state of being-a-person. at the end of the movie or the book or the poetry, there is a person waiting for you at the altar, and they love you. if the play is a comedy, everyone gets married. the metaphor is about how you are not-whole. the metaphor is about how everyone is going to be happily-ever-after. the metaphor is that romantic love is the most important resource on the planet, not just all-love. all-love is not a thing, that is a disappointment. the treasure is not the friends we made along the way. the treasure is the girl you landed.

the metaphor is that you cannot be alone, that means you are broken. are you getting over someone? that is acceptable, you can be getting over someone, but not for long. you must be single because you would rather not be single. you must be single and looking to not-be-single. you must want to date, eventually.

friendship and community are never seen as being equal-to or even-better than romantic connection. that person is your one! you need to find them. you need to hunt through the sand particles until you can shift out some kind of gem. this is regardless to your own experience of the beach and the sun. you need to be somewhere with someone.

if you are taking this time alone to heal, that is so sad. everyone gives you this little pitying look. the understanding is that you are not actually happier than you were before you were single. it is seen as a sort of pity - oh, you are choosing yourself, making yourself the priority? - that isn't quite right. you must mean that you are making yourself ready for the right person. you are just laying the bed better this time. open up your heart. you'll find them, we promise!

what do you mean you're really-truly genuinely-very happy? you are probably misremembering what it was like to be in a relationship. and besides, once you meet your person, that time will look grey and bland and wasted. your person is the only way for you to see in color. so what if you have taken this time - for the first time in your entire life - to actually-for-real do the fucking work. you can be proud of yourself, sure. but the way we need to know that you got better is that you get a partner. you're healed enough for the next bad part!

people don't choose to be single, they just say they're choosing to be single - they actually mean "nobody wants to date me." it doesn't matter how many people you have gently rejected or how many times you've talked it over carefully in therapy. what matters is that you are single, and by all accounts - that means you are something worth our pity. your successes and life all seem pale in the sunlight. sure, you have done amazing things and finally found your way in life. what matters is that there wasn't a person in the room with you while you did it.

you want to tell them - that's the whole thing. i didn't know how to be alone in the room. i didn't know how to handle the silence. every moment was so sharp, and i kept choosing the wrong way to close the door. i have spent my entire life in the empty well, living in the ricochet of someone else's cruelty. for once i have built myself a ladder. for once everything i taste is all mine, every bite of sunshine and laughter. i have learned how to sleep out in the open with my memories. recently, they have started to purr.

your father rolls his eyes. listen. this isn't about you. i just want a grandchild in my future.

#writeblr #i actually didn't want a girlfriend before nat #and my dad recently said to me - raquel. i don't approve of the promiscuity #1. i am 30. #2. i had casually dated about 4 people over 18 months. #3. i do believe he was just mad that i get more girls than he ever did #i had to look this 60 yr old deacon in the eye and say. okay so i have a girlfriend first of all im just not tellin yall about her #and secondly. #OKAY???? OLD MAN I DONT EVEN LIVE HERE WHAT ARE U GONNA DO ABOUT IT #briefly considered asking nat if i could pretend we were a one night stand kind of a thing

[caruliaa]

staff still hasn't given me polls, what should i do?

🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪 their moms 69%

🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪 their dads 31%

grace image os i get to look at her

#edit: edited the og post to what i want but to set the record straight i edited to the post to be mathematically correct right after the #first person pointed it out which was like ten mins after i posted the og post. now fuck offf !!!!! the rest of the tags r from the og post #for some reason i feel very immature making your mom jokes about tumblr staff. which i shldnt !! #bc they suck nd they still havent given me polls. but i ig i feel imature bc it a your mom joke 😭 but still i tihnk its kinda funny #EDIT: edited the post to what i want bc yall were getting annoying . but to set the record straight i edited to post to be mathematically #also its *mum* not mom okay i am NOT !! an american . but if i say mum everyone will j be like 'omg british' like i dont know i am #anyway. i want polls please. give me the rigght to force my mutuals chose between the most inane things #also i tihnk it wld b cool for the cs weekly blog. like w each episode #i cld do a poll of like. out of five stars what do u think of this ep #and it wld b a cool thing of which eps r ppls faves #also i cld have like. whose ur fave in team red whos ur fave in acme etc #id prob just have to go with vile faculty bc theres more than 10 ppl in vile. and ppl wld kill me if i didnt include nel the ell or whoever #it wld b fun !!! #oh btw csweekly thats i thing i want to start. prob on uhhh the 11th of feb ill post abt it more but its basically #a tag/blog for watching cs one ep a time watching one ep every saturday #ya !! :3 #flappy rambles #inaccessible #ask to tag #(<- idk. just in case)

[reineydraws]

this is how i imagine week 3 at kuraigana starts for zoro & perona lol

#one piece #one piece fanart #op fanart #mishanks #akataka #dracule mihawk #shanks #akagami no shanks #red haired shanks #red hair shanks #perona #one piece perona #roronoa zoro #comic #op comic #yall. i keep picking up my tablet to draw things and im worried this means i wont draw for the rest of the month l o l. #shanks doing the puppy-palm thing is what started this haha #i was thinking about how w mishanks you would think the one w scary dog priveleges is shanks #but if anyone ever targeted mihawk they would find out VERY quickly that shanks is a scary dog too. #a very very scary one that is hunting for a very specific head and anyone associated with it. 😬 #anyways

[bribinart]

so uh guess what i watched

(prints!)

#ds9 has been the only thing on my mind for weeks i tell ya #anyhoo hope yall are doing well mwah #star trek #deep space nine #deep space 9 #ds9 #elim garak #garak #julian bashir #doctor bashir #garashir #yea i'm tagging garashir because this piece is aBOUT THEM ONLY i just needed the others for composition DKJFG #our man bashir #miles o'brien #benjamin sisko #jadzia dax #kira nerys #star trek fanart #fanart #my art

[ryssbelle]

Drew a bunch of Marinettes in a bunch of different artists styles it was a lot of fun!!

Artists who's styles I mimicked: @buggachat @hamsternamedmarinette @ladybeug @sabertoothwalrus and @anna-scribbles all epic artists 🤟😎

#my art #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanart #style mimic #sorry for the @s btw #yall should go follow those artists if you dont already also #this was sort of inspired by a post the three artists on the top row made #i think they all got together and drew with one another #which is really cool #but i was genuinely confused because i mimic styles a lot #and ive seen others do it too so i was just like #wow they really know each others styles really well #until i thought about it and read their posts some more #style mimicking is really freaking fun and i think its really good practice #and a good way to explore other ways of doing things #like you really have to learn new techniques and get out of your comfort zone #also anna scribbles i could not find a recent pic of marinette in her main outfit #so thats the only marinette i drew in different clothes cuz i couldnt find a more recent ref of you drawing it #anna scribble marinette has privileges thats the others dont #but ye #i also threw my own style in there as a frame of reference to what me draw like #ive drawn marinette before just not in a loooong while #sabertooth walrus was the hardest for me to mimic cuz they have a broad range in their style #so its like which sabertooth do i wanna be in this pic #Buggachat has such a distinct style thats very clean and consistent which is amazing so they were easy #being easy or hard arent bad things either it also has to do with like styles meeting up with one another #buggachats and mine arent too too different in some shapes and aspects #so yeah itd be easier plus they drew marinette like 3 sec ago so i have more recent of a ref #as opposed to sabertooth who i have a recent ref of ladybug but not marinette so we got two diff styles in one