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Heh…. Just a quick look into my sick mind… I will never change and I don’t ever want to…
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Oh please more Whirl! Maybe with Seeker reader, I feel like even if his partner is more level headed he'd be able to convince them to do batshit things like screwing in the air or being his alibi for things. But also he's so fucking damaged and I want to hold him to my chest and kiss him.
It was just a passing question, one you didn't think about too much at first. Rodimus had asked you how things were going between you and Whirl, a polite question as he leaned too far back in the Captain's chair. It was dangerously close to dumping him out on the floor. And it was... Normal. Everything was normal between you two. It wasn't until you were walking down the corridor after your shift that you began to think about what normal was now. You hadn't even thought about the implication that it was "You and Whirl". The two of you never really established that there was a combination of your lives, although that didn't mean that wasn't what others picked up.
And perhaps there didn't need to be any clarification. Clearly others saw you two as a package deal, and, when you thought about it, that was how your situation had developed, right? You two were never truly separated, even when you were assigned separate tasks. Even when you spent hours, even days, apart, the end was the same. You went back to the same habsuite, the same routine, as usual. One that involved you and Whirl: intimately, familiarly.
How were things going? It's good. It's stable. It's you and Whirl. Things you wouldn't have attributed to the frenzied mech before. Everything used to be so different, back when you didn't have an inkling of a life where Whirl took part. He has pulled you into crazy shit, has driven you insane more times than you can count, has had you screaming at him until you felt light-headed over the careless way he'll throw himself into danger. Even coaxed you into flight-frame interface (which does not feel nearly as scandalous as it used to). At the same time, he's clearly mellowed out. Shown you how a mech like him can settle down, has shown you how you could settle down. He still throws himself into the heat of battle, longs for any chance he can get to feel the crunch of metal under his claws, but he doesn't aimlessly act out anymore. Doesn't pick fights where it's not warranted. Doesn't say the first thing that he knows will get a rise out of someone.
Where you used to dream of adventure, of the next chance you could hop on a ship headed for nowhere, of any chance where you could get away from your nuisance of a roommate, now you can only think of getting off work and returning to the comfort of your habsuite. You had once wanted to hold Cybertron in the palm of your hand, as many Seekers do, lead your own platoon of battle-hungry Autobots. That person feels unrecognizable to you.
You're stopped at your door before you even know it, having spent the whole walk lost in thoughts of yesterday, and the passcode is nothing but a secondary thought. As familiar as the back of your hands. Whirl is hunched over his desk, tinkering with an Earth toy that jingles with a broken music-box. His love of fiddling with clocks has led him to seeking out any odd piece of Earth tech he can get his claws on, the tiny mechanics so alike to the inner workings of what he was already familiar with. It took just one brush with some half broken contraption an alien vendor was hawking to spur a new hobby for Whirl. He's good at it. Bringing human technology back to life as if it were a beloved treasure. Even out in the deepest parts of space, there is the jingling of human music that Whirl is able to expertly lift from the brink of being lost.
These broken mechanisms shouldn't sell for as much as some of the vendors think they should, but you can never say no to Whirl's desires.
You can't imagine living any other way.
You lean over him, arms winding around his thin neck, to place a soft kiss on the top of his glowing optic. You feel the scrunched brow plates unfurl under your touch. Your wings flicker with your laughter.
Life with Whirl is good.
#asks#txt#transformers#reader insert#reader imagine#transformers idw#tf idw#transformers mtmte#tf mtmte#whirl#tf whirl#mtmte whirl#idw whirl
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one abandoned piece and two sketches <33
#im having a swell time#caesar zeppeli#joseph joestar#enrico pucci#weather report#smokey brown#jjba#myart
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rat day rat day rat day!!! 🐀
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Behind the Mask (PB! Dio x Reader
One-Shot | This Bizarre World)
A/n: IT'S BEEN MONTHS SINCE I'VE UPDATED THIS. HERE, HAVE SOME PHANTOM BLOOD DIO WHILE IT GET BACK IN THE GROOVE :)
I worked as an apprentice for Wang Chang in the slums of the city. I was very young, only in my early teens. It was a small shop where I made enough money to buy food and keep the house I lived in. The job wasn’t that bad. The officers usually stayed away and we got wealthy customers. I didn’t only clean up, or tend to buyers, but I also helped create my own poisons. I hoped that one day I would become known for my poisons. I worked on a new experiment at the counter, crushing up the ingredients. This poison was disguised as medicine. Take a bit of it and you die within weeks. The symptoms were chest pains, swollen fingers, and coughing. It was deadly indeed.
The front entrance bell ran and the door opened. A masked man entered and closed the door behind him. I put down the vial I had in my hand. I eyed the man. One reason I was hired was because I could figure out what the customer wanted in a matter of moments. I was good at deducing things. He was around my age, maybe even older. His crimson eyes examined the area. From the look of it, this man wanted something to take out someone he despised. He ran his fingers around a bottle. A red mark on the side of his face meant he had been struck earlier. It was a fresh wound. His blonde hair had been messily combed back. He was in a rush, I suspect. What really caught my eye were the three moles on his ears. Mr. Chang once told me there was a man from his homeland who had similar moles. They meant good luck. This customer would prosper in life.
“You there,” I said. He turned around. “What are you specifically looking for?” I asked. He put the bottle back on the shelf.
“Do you have anything that can kill a man in a matter of days?” he asked. I smiled slyly.
“Indeed I do,” I replied. I motioned him over. “This powder may seem like medicine, but it’s a poison that can kill someone with just one dose.” I carefully lifted the bowl which the poison was in so the customer could see. “I haven’t had the chance to test it yet, but it should work.” I grinned. “How about we make a deal?” I asked. “You test this poison out on whoever it is you want to kill and you bring me back the results. If it doesn’t work, I will get you a better poison.”
“How much does it cost?” the man asked. He reached in his pocket. I shook my head.
“It’s free for you,” I answered with a grin. The man cleared his throat. Under his mask I could see a bit of red. I grabbed a pouch and poured the powder into it. I grabbed the man’s hand and placed the pouch in his grip. “Come back once the deed has been done.”
“Thank you,” he said, turning on his heel to leave.
“Before you go,” I said, “I have a little something for you.” The man turned back. I pulled out a sharp knife from my pocket. “I’m not going to kill you with this, but rather, give it to you.” I reached my hand out. The man grabbed the knife. The blade was curved, good for concealing. The man ran his finger down the handle.
“This is a good gift,” he said. “But I don’t need it. Keep it for yourself.” He handed me back the knife. He turned to leave. “I shall return once my father is dead.”
“Bye bye,” I said with a grin. Just as he was out, I whispered, “Go out there and take this useless world for all you can get.”
A few weeks passed by. Mr. Chang was out in the back dealing out some poisons I wasn’t allowed to sell with some special customers. I restocked the shelves, standing one my toes to reach the high shelf. The door opened again. I turned around. The masked man was back. I smiled. “Welcome back,” I said. “Did it work?”
“It did,” he answered. “My father has died.” So that’s who he wanted to kill. The slapped cheek must’ve come from the mentioned father.
“So now what?” I asked. “Where will you go?” I was intrigued by this situation. This customer was going to go places I couldn’t go to. He was lucky.
“My father is owed a debt,” he replied. “I will go live with the Joestars. I will become a rich man by any means necessary and no one will stop me.” I smirked.
“Seems you have a plan,” I said. The man swallowed the lump in his throat. He was slightly red and sweating. “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” I asked. The man’s fingers reached for his mask and he took it off. I cleared my throat. He was handsome, that was true. I felt my face heat up.
“I was just wondering if you would join me by my side,” he said. “It’s because of you, I’m closer to becoming powerful.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “Would you join me?” he asked. I smiled and took his hands.
“Sir, where you’re going, I cannot follow,” I answered. “This is your destiny, not mine.” The man lowered his head. He exhaled slowly.
“May I at least get your name?” he asked. I smiled.
“Yes, it’s Y/n L/n,” I replied. The man looked up and our eyes met.
“My name is Dio Brando,” he said.
Seven years after Dio left to live with his new family, I had become business partners with Mr. Chang. Because of me, business was booming. We were famous in the blackmarket. Speaking of the blackmarket, Mr. Chang was off at a convention while I stayed to tend to the shop. Unfortunately for me, the son of Mr. Joestar, Jonathan, and his friend had found out that I sold Dio the poison used to kill his father. Apparently, he had given the same poison to George Joestar. Now his son wanted to save him. I didn’t give up without a fight. I was overpowered and lost. I had to give away the antidote I had created soon after Dio’s departure. I was dragged away against my will to the mansion. I was forced to confess my story and was cuffed by the police. I sat in the darkness as Jonathan waited for Dio. A storm was about to rage outside.
“So how is it that you came under these dreadful circumstances?” he asked. I narrowed my eyes at him and kept my mouth shut. I snorted some snot off onto Jonathan’s shoe. I did not like him one bit. If I could, I would use my knife to stab him and get out. Jonathan gave an exasperated sigh and walked away. The front door opened without a loud sounding creak. Dio was back.
“Butler!” his voice called out. “Why is there no light?” My lips softly parted at his voice. It’d been a while since I last saw him. I knew he was just a customer, but I was drawn to him. Amazed by him, I guess I could say. I cupped my hand over my ear, trying to drop in on Jonathan’s and Dio’s conversation.
“Get up,” an officer said. He lifted me up by my collar and dragged me behind a curtain. I was closer to conversation now. Jonathan’s friend was talking now. I held my breath. What was to happen next? I clenched my hands. I felt sick. I felt vulnerable here. I reached into my pocket and grabbed my knife. I had a good grip on the handle. I was ready to stab anyone.
“This face is familiar to you, isn’t it?” I was grabbed by my collar again and thrown out in the front. I grunted and nearly tripped. Dio gasped. His eyes widened in horror as he looked at me. I kept a serious face.
“This person has testified that they sold you the poison,” Jonathan explained. Dio was sweating. His teeth were clenched tightly. Mr. Joestar entered the room with the rest of the officers. I kept my eyes on Dio. He was furious. His eyes twitched and he was bound to break his teeth the way he gritted them. Dio sighed and closed his eyes, holding his head down low. He rose from the chair he was sitting in.
“So this is the end?” he asked. I scoffed.
“They won’t catch him,” I whispered softly to myself. “That face and three moles on his ear means he was born with the devil’s own luck.” I braced myself for what would happen next. The officers grabbed my shoulders and dragged me away. “Gah, let me go!” I scowled. “I want to stay.” The officers agreed. I turned around.
“Jojo, I want you to be the one to handcuff me,” Dio said, holding his hands up. “For our years together.”
“All right,” Jonathan replied. I smirked. The constable handed Jojo the handcuffs.
“Be careful, Jonathan!” his friend said. Jojo approached Dio.
“Jojo, being human means having limits,” Dio said, with a sad look on his face. “I’ve learned something. The more carefully you scheme, the more unexpected events come along.” Dio glanced at me and smiled. “As long as you are human.”
“What do you mean?” Jojo asked. Dio’s smile turned into a sinister grin.
“I’m throwing away my humanity, Jojo!” he yelled. I grinned widely. I pushed aside the officers and pulled out my knife.
“Dio, catch!” I shouted. I tried to throw it at him, but with my chained hands it was hard. Luckily Dio caught it. He thrusted it towards Jonathan, hitting Mr. Joestar who took the hit. Dio took the splattered blood and painted it on a mask he held onto. He placed it over his face and laughed maniacally. I covered my face from the bright light. When I removed my hands, Dio’s body had been shot at. He laid outside in the rain. But I knew this wasn’t the end of him. He wouldn’t be the same man behind the mask I met years ago.
He would be back stronger then he was before.
The World would be his and I would be right beside him.
#Anime#JoJo's Bizarre Adventure#JJBA#JoJo's Bizarre Adventure X Reader#Jjba X Reader#Romance#Fluff#One shots#Dio Brando x reader#Dio#Dio x reader#Jojo Dio x reader#JJBA dio x reader#DIO#Phantom Blood#Phantom Blood Dio#Phantom Blood Dio x reader
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There's evil boops? How!? I WANNA EVILY BOOP MY MOOTS!
Help I've been offline for most of today how tf do you evil boop people
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IDK how to super boop you, friend. So,
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Boop. 💙
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HOW DO I SUPER BOOP!?!?
HOW DO I BOOP PEOPLE!?!? 🥺🥺🥺
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10 or 11 little ducks have been spotted crossing the dash board
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I couldn't think of why, but I had to make another.
COUPLE NICKNAMESSS
Grimbee - Grim would call him honey, and Bee calls his little lizard
Strongswap - She would just call him punk or shithead or something like this XD, and Sides would just call her babe
Steelhoof - Thunderhoof would call him lupo, Steeljaw doesn't even know what that means XDD, and Steely would call him hoofy or deerling
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