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cyclesprefectpress · 6 months

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[image description: photos of The Disco Elysium Tarot, printed letterpress in an edition of one from handset lead type and linoleum blocks. It is a complete 78-card tarot deck printed primarily with white text and illustrations on medium grey cardstock, in a custom dark grey hardcase box with a hand-marbled orange and yellow endsheet. The backs of the deck are decorated with an illustration of a sprig of may bells, and a quote from Smallest Church in Saint-Saëns: "None of this matters at all." The interpretive meaning of each card is expressed on its face with a small excerpt of the game's text. The Minor Arcana are divided into four suits of Harry's Attributes—Motorics, Psyche, Physique, Intellect—and each card in that suit is a quote from a skill under that Attribute. The Major Arcana are assigned quotes from other sources like NPC dialogue or Thought Cabinet problems & solutions. Pips for the Minors are counted with diamonds like the game's skill points; each actor or title is printed with their in-game color, but made shiny & metallic with bronzing powder.

each piece of text was set in handset lead type, assembled from individual pieces for each letter and space, and printed relief on a chandler & price clamshell press. end description.]

🎊🎊 Desert Bus for Hope starts for 2023 on nov. 11th and i have made an item this year for the craftalong that will be up for giveaway between 6am-12pm on Monday the 13th! 🎊🎊 It is a full tarot deck based on Disco Elysium and it has several pieces of my heart & soul in it but NOT my blood because i put a bandaid right on that :) donations for this and any other auctions & giveaways for Desert Bus go to Child's Play Charity.

notes: i did not make a whole new interpretive model for this deck, apologies, that was outside of my scope. it's generally compatible with a Rider-Waite model, with Motorics for Wands, Psyche for Cups, Physique for Swords, and Intellect for Disks. (full distribution of text listed by card, linked below. any spelling or transcription errors you find there, i promise i fixed them in print—that's copied from my digital mockup which was copied hastily from screenshots.)

i also do not track hours on these kinds of projects because that way lies madness, but i will say: i knew how much time it would take to print it. it was a lot but i was not worried about it, i know how to print. i was very worried about how much time it would take to absorb the sheer amount of text, and distribute it across the cards, and really get an array i believe in. i was right to worry, and i have absolutely had a few anxious nightmares about discovering the Perfect excerpt that should've gone in and i missed it, and the suit of Intellect made me want to lay on the floor a few times, but still! i believe there's many versions of a deck you could make from this game and this one is a good one.

i think the Minors fit really well with the double-edged sword of Harry's skills, their advice, their priorities. the circular way the Fool-World assignment works out makes me smile every time. The colors on The Star came out so nice. i think Justice fulfills some of my favorite things about Kim's character & purpose in the story. i worried sometimes that editing to such short clips would lose too much of the politics of the game, but of course you can't really take them out and they're especially present in the Majors—the Devil and the Hierophant, The Star and The Sun. i've wanted to design a tarot deck for years and i love this game deeply and i let this idea percolate for a few months and it never stopped making me laugh so here it is, & given a beautiful purpose :)

i also literally could not have done this without xyrilin's Disco Reader and the FAYDE On-Air Playback Experiment to navigate the dialogue and skill checks. Really couldn’t have tied the whole concept & colophon in its final bow without the Disco Reader :)) thank thank thank, they're so fun to investigate that it was honestly very difficult to focus on my task instead of veering off and exploring every branch in an extremely disorganized way.

actual printing went well honestly, very few problems! i think that means i'm getting pretty good at planning one of these monstrosities, although perhaps it also means i'm not challenging myself enough. hmm. no that's silly there's 78 ding dang cards in this thing. anyway the drop & replace formes worked well, no registration issues. mum convinced me to overprint another half a deck's worth of cards when I was printing backs & borders and of course she was right :/ there were a handful of cards that actually had better line breaks and fewer lines total in true type than in the digital mockup, so i needed all the spares I had to put those new short quotes into the appropriate border breakage. next time i will not question her.

handset in Garamond, Eden Bold, and secret Neuland.

WIP : full text card assignments

bonus photo of the kind of trash notes i always take to plan things like how many borders were printed with space for short excerpts vs long excerpts, and how many of those are majors vs. minors, because they have a slightly different frame at the bottom edge, etc.

[image description: they are truly garbage notes, i tell you. half of it is written at angles to the other half, many numbers in the math problems are not labeled, mistakes are scribbled over. it gets me there but it doesn't look pretty. end description.]

#desert bus 2023 #desert bus for hope #disco elysium #book arts #letterpress #letterpress printing #handset type #printmaking #db2023 #finished works #long post

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stuckinapril · 6 months

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You are so productive and living your best life I admire it so much! I don't understand how you do it... do you have any advice for forcing yourself to do the things you know are good for you even when you are feeling sad and not up to it? Have a lovely day ❣️❣️❣️

Plan your day hour by hour. This actually revolutionized my life. Plan when you’ll wake up, plan what you’ll do every hour of the day, and make it as realistic as possible to stick to your goals. Start with simple things and gradually ramp it up. Don’t overwhelm your day with 60 different goals. I’d pair one passive goal (be on your phone less, for example) with one active goal (study more, take more walks, read more) and go from there. It’s better to start small and be consistent than to start big and quit one day in.

Lower the resistance necessary to accomplish tasks. If you have somewhere to be early tomorrow, plan your outfit the night before. If you have studying to do, have your textbooks/notebooks/notes on your desk by the time you wake up. If you have an overwhelming task, break it into smaller subtasks and focus on them one at a time. If you don’t want to be on your phone in the morning, charge it somewhere you won’t be able to see the moment you open your eyes. I’m trying to overcome the phone issue right now, so instead of setting an alarm on my phone I just bought a digital alarm clock bc I know I’m way less likely to get on my phone that way. I’m lowering the effort needed to actually get started on a task.

Have motivational things handy for when you’re down!! I’m a highly visual person, so it actually really helps me to make moodboards. I have moodboards for things I wanna accomplish, moodboards for things I’ve already accomplished, a Pinterest board for affirmations etc etc. I have a list on my notes app for all the reasons why it’s important to me to accomplish my goals. I have another notes app page dedicated to pasting all the motivational quotes that help me whenever I’m in a funk. You could even print them and hang them up on your wall if you want. In times where instant gratification overshadows getting things done, make it very accessible to remember why they’re important to you to begin with.

Romanticize your tasks. I make silly to-do lists, I make sure I’m always in cute outfits when I’m running errands, I put on perfume and mascara and lip gloss even if I’m literally all on my own in my bedroom about to do a 3 hour study session. I love getting manicures bc there’s nothing more satisfying than studying with pretty dark red fall nails. This may sound extra but I go through my notes pretending I’m Elle Woods or something bc it makes it so much fun. A huge part of why I’m consistent with going to the gym is bc I buy pretty workout fits that just make me feel good. I wear lingerie under my clothes wherever I am bc it makes me feel like a bad bitch even if no one sees it. I don’t start a task with the thought in mind that I want to get it done already—I try to make the act of doing it in and of itself as engaging as possible.

To piggyback off that point, switch your environment if your current one isn’t serving you. Don’t just default to quitting if one approach isn’t working. If studying in your bedroom isn’t doing it, go to the nearest coffee shop. If the coffee shop isn’t working, do the library. Study indoors. Study outdoors. Study in nature. Hell study at a beach if you want to. It doesn’t matter where you are if you’re getting things done. Exhaust all your alternatives before calling it quits.

Set firm boundaries with yourself. This is so big. Self-care is absolutely treating yourself, but it’s also being your own parent and disciplining yourself if you feel like you’re not putting your all into something. In a world where it’s very easy to go “just a few more minutes on my phone” “I’ll do it tomorrow” “I can skip working out today” it’s really important to be able to parent yourself and exercise some tough love and do some things even if you don’t feel like you want to. I really struggle with this as a gen z girl bc this is THE era of instant gratification. But my goals are just more important to me than momentary comfort.

No zero days. Just bc you’re not being your 100% on one day doesn’t mean you should just lie down and do nothing. Being at 50% performance is better than being at 0%. I try to make sure I get some light tasks done on days where I don’t feel like going all in. It helps me not feel like I’ve just derailed my whole life, which consequently helps me move on from my ruts faster.

Look ahead. Can not emphasize this enough. Death motivates me like nothing else. You do not have an infinite time on this earth. You don’t want to be at the same place you’ve been at a year from now. Resist the “I’ll do it tomorrow” mentality as much as possible. Change happens in small increments & there’s no better time for it than the present. What may seem like little things you can skip out on now can quickly snowball into the very things that are preventing you from being where you want to be.

Acknowledge your limits. Someone with two full-time jobs and school should not be comparing themself to the progress of someone with one part-time job and like nothing else. I’m currently studying full-time and also trying to maintain a consistent workout routine, so I don’t expect myself to recreationally read more than 30 minutes a day, even if ideally I’d like that time to be way higher. I know it’s pointless to compare myself to someone who reads 70 books a month but has much less workload than I do. Comparison is inherently flawed bc no one else has been the dealt the cards you’ve been dealt. Tailor your schedule to your own unique situation. Make a list of your priorities and assign them to your hours accordingly.

Listen to your needs!! Mental health is the most important thing. You need to be in tune with yourself to know when you could be pushing yourself a little harder, and when it’s necessary to give yourself time off. If I’m in an actual burnout, I go out with friends. I go see a movie. I give myself the grace of being human and step back for a little bit. It’s completely okay to have those days, and acknowledging them helps you recover quicker. Take care of yourself <3

#i hope this helps <33 a girl rly loves her bullet point lists #also thank u for this ask bc now I get to look back at these whenever I’m in a funk 😈#ask #study tips

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empty-movement · 5 months

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May I ask what scanners / equipment / software you're using in the utena art book project? I'm an artist and half the reason I rarely do traditional art is because I'm never happy with the artwork after it's scanned in. But the level of detail even in the blacks of Utena's uniform were all captured so beautifully! And even the very light colors are showing up so well! I'd love to know how you manage!

You know what's really fun? This used to be something you put in your site information section, the software and tools used! Not something that's as normal anymore, but let's give it a go, sorry it's long because I don't know what's new information and what's not! Herein: VANNA'S 'THIS IS AS SPECIFIC AS MY BREAK IS LONG' GUIDE/AIMLESS UNEDITED RAMBLE ABOUT SCANNING IMAGES

Scanning: Modern scanners, by and large, are shit for this. The audience for scanning has narrowed to business and work from home applications that favor text OCR, speed, and efficiency over archiving and scanning of photos and other such visual media. It makes sense--there was a time when scanning your family photographs and such was a popular expected use of a scanner, but these days, the presumption is anything like that is already digital--what would you need the scanner to do that for? The scanner I used for this project is the same one I have been using for *checks notes* a decade now. I use an Epson Perfection V500. Because it is explicitly intended to be a photo scanner, it does threebthings that at this point, you will pay a niche user premium for in a scanner: extremely high DPI (dots per inch), extremely wide color range, and true lossless raws (BMP/TIFF.) I scan low quality print media at 600dpi, high quality print media at 1200 dpi, and this artbook I scanned at 2400 dpi. This is obscene and results in files that are entire GB in size, but for my purposes and my approach, the largest, clearest, rawest copy of whatever I'm scanning is my goal. I don't rely on the scanner to do any post-processing. (At these sizes, the post-processing capacity of the scanner is rendered moot, anyway.) I will replace this scanner when it breaks by buying another identical one if I can find it. I have dropped, disassembled to clean, and abused this thing for a decade and I can't believe it still tolerates my shit. The trade off? Only a couple of my computers will run the ancient capture software right. LMAO. I spent a good week investigating scanners because of the insane Newtype project on my backburner, and the quality available to me now in a scanner is so depleted without spending over a thousand on one, that I'd probably just spin up a computer with Windows 7 on it just to use this one. That's how much of a difference the decade has made in what scanners do and why. (Enshittification attacks! Yes, there are multiple consumer computer products that have actually declined in quality over the last decade.)

Post-processing: Photoshop. Sorry. I have been using Photoshop for literally decades now, it's the demon I know. While CSP is absolutely probably the better piece of software for most uses (art,) Photoshop is...well it's in the name. In all likelihood though, CSP can do all these things, and is a better product to give money to. I just don't know how. NOTENOTENOTE: Anywhere I discuss descreening and print moire I am specifically talking about how to clean up *printed media.* If you are scanning your own painting, this will not be a problem, but everything else about this advice will stand! The first thing you do with a 2400 dpi scan of Utena and Anthy hugging? Well, you open it in Photoshop, which you may or may not have paid for. Then you use a third party developer's plug-in to Descreen the image. I use Sattva. Now this may or may not be what you want in archiving!!! If fidelity to the original scan is the point, you may pass on this part--you are trying to preserve the print screen, moire, half-tones, and other ways print media tricks the eye. If you're me, this tool helps translate the raw scan of the printed dots on the page into the smooth color image you see in person. From there, the vast majority of your efforts will boil down to the following Photoshop tools: Levels/Curves, Color Balance, and Selective Color. Dust and Scratches, Median, Blur, and Remove Noise will also be close friends of the printed page to digital format archiver. Once you're happy with the broad strokes, you can start cropping and sizing it down to something reasonable. If you are dealing with lots of images with the same needs, like when I've scanned doujinshi pages, you can often streamline a lot of this using Photoshop Actions.

My blacks and whites are coming out so vivid this time because I do all color post-processing in Photoshop after the fact, after a descreen tool has been used to translate the dot matrix colors to solids they're intended to portray--in my experience trying to color correct for dark and light colors is a hot mess until that process is done, because Photoshop sees the full range of the dots on the image and the colors they comprise, instead of actually blending them into their intended shades. I don't correct the levels until I've descreened to some extent.

As you can see, the print pattern contains the information of the original painting, but if you try to correct the blacks and whites, you'll get a janky mess. *Then* you change the Levels:

If you've ever edited audio, then dealing with photo Levels and Curves will be familiar to you! A well cut and cleaned piece of audio will not cut off the highs and lows, but also will make sure it uses the full range available to it. Modern scanners are trying to do this all for you, so they blow out the colors and increase the brightness and contrast significantly, because solid blacks and solid whites are often the entire thing you're aiming for--document scanning, basically. This is like when audio is made so loud details at the high and low get cut off. Boo.

What I get instead is as much detail as possible, but also at a volume that needs correcting:

Cutting off the unused color ranges (in this case it's all dark), you get the best chance of capturing the original black and white range:

In some cases, I edit beyond this--for doujinshi scans, I aim for solid blacks and whites, because I need the file sizes to be normal and can't spend gigs of space on dust. For accuracy though, this is where I'd generally stop.

For scanning artwork, the major factor here that may be fucking up your game? Yep. The scanner. Modern scanners are like cheap microphones that blow out the audio, when what you want is the ancient microphone that captures your cat farting in the next room over. While you can compensate A LOT in Photoshop and bring out blacks and whites that scanners fuck up, at the end of the day, what's probably stopping you up is that you want to use your scanner for something scanners are no longer designed to do well. If you aren't crazy like me and likely to get a vintage scanner for this purpose, keep in mind that what you are looking for is specifically *a photo scanner.* These are the ones designed to capture the most range, and at the highest DPI. It will be a flatbed. Don't waste your time with anything else.

Hot tip: if you aren't scanning often, look into your local library or photo processing store. They will have access to modern scanners that specialize in the same priorities I've listed here, and many will scan to your specifications (high dpi, lossless.)

Ahem. I hope that helps, and or was interesting to someone!!!

#utena #image archiving #scanning #archiving #revolutionary girl utena #digitizing #photo scanner #art scanning

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batman-dc-imagines · 1 month

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Hi!!!! May I please request the J squad (Gotham) separately with a reader who works at the police office and is kinda like their inside mole? Like they let them know plans to catch them and are also always willing to help them escape and stuff? THANK YOU ❤️

A/N: All jobs are associated with the GCPD. Slite nsfw on Jerome's end.

Gotham!Jerome Valeska

Job: Police Officer

Oh you little tattletale.

He’s not too surprised by your efforts in trying to keep him from getting caught.

Hell practically half if not most of his followers are or used to be coppers before joining him.

You’re no exception.

Expect to get anonymous calls from him talking and asking about anything other than any more information on Gordon being on his tail or big plans the precinct has been working toward.

For example, one day he called you while on shift to just say, “When are ya gettin’ off cop doody?”.

He has a printed and digital copy of your work schedule.

As we see in Season 4,he has complete control over Arkhams guards and prisoners, even saying that he wants to make a show of his escape, further displaying the extent of his 'showman complex'.

For the sake of the prompt, if he had any minor inconveniences with his little escape he wouldn’t turn down you assisting him in his plans.

Though do keep in mind his showman complex and that unless you want to be discovered as a traitor, you’ll need to discuss with him a plan where you won’t be seen as an accomplice.

He’ll leave little gifts for you on your desk mostly to show his appreciation for all that you’ve done for him.

How he gets them there, you’re not too sure.

If you don't care for his gifts, he'll offer other ways to show his appreciation. (I'm winking under the eyepatch)

Gotham!Jervis Tetch

Job: Doctor

“Twinkle, twinkle, pretty doctor, how I long to unlock her. In this asylum, you shine with smite, but in my heart, you are my light.” (Yes, this is similar to him and Lee’s interaction.)

When he got sent to Arkham, there wasn’t much he was looking forward to.

Except getting back out on Gotham streets and getting revenge on James Gordon.

But when he meets you? Now there’s something to look forward to.

Once he realizes you’re on his side and help him escape the first time, expect to hear from him often.

Quite often in fact.

When he gets sent to Arkham a second time, doctor visits and check ups are a lot more fun now.

It’s like two kids in kindergarten, passing secret notes to one another while the teacher isn’t looking.

Some being about a plan for his escape while others are all laughs and giggles.

He is a gentleman when it comes to showing his gratitude for your assistance.

That is if he likes you of course.

Gotham!Jonathan Crane

Job: Forensic science technician

When you first met, Jonathan didn’t trust you.

In fact he hated you.

Anyone associated with the GCPD and Jim Gordon, he hated.

He blamed you all for the death of his father.

It took a bit of time and patience for him to fully trust you.

Even when you started becoming a full time mole for him, he still kept you at an arms length.

No matter how often you’d update him on the GCPD and their plans, or Jim Gordon’s whereabouts, he’d just give a vague form of acknowledgment or confirmation in your words.

The only reason he started to put his whole trust in you was when you started showing interest in his experiments.

Especially his toxin.

He starts enjoying your company more when you start helping him perfect his toxin.

You both find out it comes in handy that you’re able to get information on your former colleagues' fears without any suspicion.

He’s able to find weak points in practically every police officer in the precinct.

He starts showing his gratitude for your help later on.

Though he does tend to act vague about it.

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archie-sunshine · 4 months

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Positive Reinforcement(18+ DRIFTROD)

Fic Tags: DRIFT/RODIMUS, background Dratchrod, pov swapping, Dubious consent(in a comedy of errors sort of way), plug n play, messing with code, miscommunications, accidental voyeurism, overstimulation, cumming yourself stupid, reconditioning in a sexy fun way, oral, shower sex, apology sex

WORD COUNT: 11,600~

Synopsis:

Rodimus isn't the worst captain, but he could certainly be better! Drift believes the solution is as simple as some positive reinforcement in the form of a novelty datapatch. Non sexual positive reinforcement. ... at least he thinks its not sexual?

Excerpt: Drift was certain that Rodimus wouldn’t need that big of an adjustment. He just needed a little positive reinforcement! Drift was great at positivity.

Read on AO3 here!

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Author's notes: I'm back on my driftrod bullshit. This fic was beta'd and conceptualized with the help of @/combjelli, who i highly recommend you check out for their incredible fics!!!!

THIS FIC IS A COMEDY OF ERRORS. IT HAS ELEMENTS OF DUBIOUS CONSENT BUT ITS MOSTLY JUST STUPID.

Drift knew Rodimus better than most people. He understood incredibly well that Rodimus was stubborn, and often abrasive. Some may have described him as annoying. Drift wouldn’t say anything like that about his amica, not in a million years… but he could understand where they were coming from.

It wasn’t as if Rodimus was unfixable!! He was just… Rodimus… y. He was frequently selfless- when he wasn’t demanding money or stroking his own ego. He was deeply kind- when he wasn’t annoyed or bored. He was incredibly brave- and exceptionally stupid. Every one of Rodimus’ best traits could always be balanced out by one of his worst, but hey, it wasn’t such a bad thing to be balanced! That was very sought after, as far as personality traits went, certainly.

…

Okay so MAYBE, just maybe, Rodimus could use an attitude adjustment. And Drift wasn’t just saying that because Rodimus had paid for something stupid for the Rodpod with his money again… without telling him. Drift was incredibly forgiving, something that small wouldn’t get to him at all.

Rodimus didn’t need a terribly drastic shove or anything, just a little bit of a nudge! Drift had needed an attitude adjustment once too, and it had made him a much better, happier, more even tempered mech. The fact that his attitude adjustment had come from hitting rock bottom and then clawing his way out was neither here nor there. Drift was certain that Rodimus wouldn’t need that big of an adjustment. He just needed a little positive reinforcement! Drift was great at positivity.

It just so happened that Drift had exactly the tool for the job: a topical code patch. He’d picked it up ages ago, from some open air market. He was originally looking for something to play a prank on Ratchet, something that’d make his vocalizer three pitches too high, or make it make animal sounds. He’d actually ended up leaving with a ‘reeducation’ patch, with a programmable code housed inside to offer encouragement for preferred behaviour and discouragement for the alternative.

And so, there it sat on his desk. It was a little square of green plastic with some unobtrusive little adhesive claws around its edge, printed with a crudely drawn happy face on its surface. He’d double(and triple) checked for viruses and found it was clean, and he’d already programmed it. He felt it was pretty user friendly, even. He’d just inputted [if- Make Choices (Type: Efficient, Considerate, Kind, Tactically Sound), Complete Ordered Tasks(in timely manner), Receive Verbal Compliment = Receive Reward] and [if- Make Choices (Type: Inefficient, Selfish, Rude, Unwise), Failure/Refusal to Complete Ordered Tasks(in timely manner), Receive Verbal Reprimand = Receive Punishment]. The little chip had blinked its indicator LEDs that the patch was primed.

Drift drummed his digits on the desk. Okay. Pros and cons. The cons were that the patch was almost certainly not EDA approved, he’d found it at a novelty topical patch stall alongside other such ill advised patches as ‘immediately lose control of your legs’ and ‘gives your optic field a pink flower themed filter’.

The Pros were that Drift was CERTAIN this was what Rodimus needed to change his outlook. Even just a little bit of positive reward for doing the right thing always made Rodimus happy, he just needed a nudge to understand that ‘doing the right thing’ didn’t always mean heroically saving an entire moon from destruction, and sometimes it meant handing in his datapads on time.

Sufficiently convinced of his idea, Drift carefully picked up the patch in its casing and tucked it away into his subspace. He took a deep, relaxing vent, and began to march towards the bridge.

It was unsurprising, if disappointing, to find Rodimus on the bridge, not in his seat, but instead fragging around with one of Tailgate’s confiscated hoverboards. All the usual suspects were working at their stations, save Ultra Magnus, who seemed to graciously relax as Drift entered to relieve him of duty.

“Drift! Heyyy, check it out!” Rodimus chirped jovially, waving at him as he steadied himself on the board and attempted a kickflip. Unsurprisingly, the board spun out from under him, catching his pede as he stumbled over himself. He didn’t fall over, surprisingly, but he did stumble a bit, awkwardly snatching up the board and tucking it under his arm. “I meant to do that- anyway! What’s up?”

Drift laughed softly, shaking his helm. Oh Roddy. It was really hard to stay mad at him, though Drift suspected he might be the only bot on board that thought that. “Oh nothing, just, y’know… showing up for my shift.”

“Cool.” Rodimus grinned at him, trotting up closer to him. “Oh, take care Mags!” He called, reaching a servo up to wave as Ultra Magnus vacated the bridge. Drift casually reached into his subspace while the other mech was distracted and popped the topical patch out of its case. By the time Rodimus had turned back to face him, he’d tucked the patch claw side up in his palm and hid his servo behind his back.

Drift smiled warmly at him. “Anything of note happen while I was off shift?” He asked.

Rodimus scratched at his jaw, brow furrowing a bit in thought. “Uhhhh…. Not that I can think of- Oh! Right, yeah, we’re approaching an asteroid field in a couple hours!” Rodimus lit up as he remembered, slinging an arm around Drift’s back. “So I was thinking…”

Drift brought his servo up carefully underneath Rodimus’ spoiler, waiting for the exact right moment. “Uhuh?”

“You… me… Meteor surfing.” Rodimus paused for effect, grin broadening out as if it were the best idea he’d ever had. “Whaddaya think!?”

Drift decisively pressed the topical patch down onto Rodimus’ plating, crossing the digits on his other servo in a silent prayer that it wasn’t a dud. “Hmmm…” Drift thought for a moment, a bloom of guilt in his chassis as he grimaced. “Don’t uh… don’t you think it's a bit dangerous?”

“What, meteor surfing?” Rodimus cocked his head in confusion. “We’ve done it before like a million times, what’s so dangerous about meteor surfing?”

Drift sighed. “For the ship?”

Rodimus rolled his optics, releasing Drift from his friendly side hug and waving a dismissive servo at him. “Pfft, whatever, it’s handled worse than a couple- Ah-!” Rodimus jolted suddenly, then froze.

Slag. Drift played it cool, folding his arms over his chassis casually and offering Rodimus an inquisitive, yet not knowing look.

“... What was that?” Rodimus mumbled, almost to himself before turning to look Driftin the optics. “Did you say something?”

Drift clamped down on his own field. “Hm?” He hummed in blithe concern.

“... Drift?” Rodimus urged, brow furrowing.

“What’s wrong?” Drift cocked his head at him and offered a patient smile. He watched Rodimus fumble for words, opening and closing his intake. He failed to surpass the wall of boring, conversational politeness Drift had thrown up at him, opting to shake his helm and sigh. Nice, crisis averted.

“... I’m gonna sit down now.” Rodimus decided, narrowing his eyes briefly at Drift before turning and doing exactly that.

“Good idea, Captain.” Drift smiled, shuffling a little closer to the captain’s chair. He noted Rodimus’ sudden shudder at his words, once again flicking his optics to stare confusedly at his SIC. Drift kept up his polite smile and stood jovially next to the chair, offering Rodimus a little nod as he finally settled into his seat.

Rodimus shook his head again, letting out a disappointed breath and settling in.

Drift allowed himself a pang of pride. He was sure in an hour or so, Rodimus would be happily agreeing to change the ship’s course out of harm’s way.

Rodimus was… mostly certain he wasn’t going crazy. It must have been Drift that was, though. He still couldn’t believe that his amica wasn’t up for meteor surfing. That was like Drift’s… fifth favourite thing! Right after Ratchet, and Him, and Swords, and Spiritualism. It was disappointing, sure, but Drift had been painfully responsible lately, so he guessed this had something to do with that.

Harder to rationalize in his processor was the fact he swore that Drift had shocked him a few klicks ago. He also swore Drift had said something like ‘So close! Try again, Rodimus’ when he’d done it too, which was really fragging weird. He hadn’t acknowledged it when pressed.

Weirder still was when he’d, first, complimented him on his idea to sit down, and then, apparently said ‘Nice Going! Keep it up!’. For some reason, him saying that had made Rodimus suddenly warm and fuzzy for a second. He’d, again, looked at drift, trying to show his confusion, and gotten nothing back.

So Rodimus wasn’t sure if it was him going insane, or if it was Drift. He settled into his seat, wriggling to get comfortable and leaning back against the back of the seat. The sea of stars and planets stretched ahead of them. The infinite beauty of open space was getting old to look at with no giant rocks flying past. He allowed himself a giddy smile at the thought of meteor surfing. Drift hadn’t been up for the idea, but Rodimus was sure he’d be able to convince him before they made it to the asteroid field.

He was beginning to zone out into his fantasies of meteor surfing when, again, he felt a sudden bolt of pain zap into his frame, lighting up his tactile sensors all at once for the briefest of moments. He glanced around when again, he heard Drift speak.

[A good captain pays attention!]

Rodimus blinked. He was certain that voice had come from Drift, but it sounded even more like it was inside of his processor. Had he really lost it? Was Drift astral projecting into his brain? No. That didn’t sound right. Rodimus chanced one more glance at Drift. His amica was apparently busy gazing out the observation window at the stars.

Rodimus sighed a bit and leaned back even more into his chair. He leaned his chin into his servo, pensively squinting out the observation window. If he REALLY looked he could just barely see the beginnings of the asteroid field coming into view, or at least, he could see the planet it was surrounding.

Rodimus bounced his leg impatiently. He checked his chronometer and cursed internally. He still had like 2 thirds of his shift left. He was sure even if Drift didn’t want to come, he wouldn’t mind… say… keeping an eye on things while he did some light meteor surfing. He usually didn’t have problems with that anyway.

He reset his vocalizer, turning casually to Drift to ask him. “Say, Drift-?” Rodimus only got 2 words deep into his request when he felt another buzz of electricity jolt through his frame. He grit his teeth, biting back a yelp of pain.

[So close! Try again, Rodimus!]

“Hm?” Drift hummed, turning to face his amica with a patient smile.

“... Uh…” Rodimus started, manually resetting his optics as he tried to process what the hell was going on. “... You um… You really didn’t feel like meteor surfing?” Rodimus tried, bracing himself for another shock.

Drift seemed to think for a moment, his brow ridges coming together sympathetically. “Oh… Listen, you know I love meteor surfing with you… but it’s just a little irresponsible to do it at the risk of damaging the ship, don’t you think?”

Rodimus couldn’t fully tell, but it seemed like Drift was taking a tone with him. It wasn’t exactly mean, but it sounded kind of… chiding. It reminded Rodimus of being taught something. The thought made his plating itch. “... Um… We could go under the field by a bit, and then you and I could-” Rodimus started. He tensed, his digits tightening around the arm of the captain’s chair as another shock hit.

[So close! Try again, Rodimus!]

Rodimus grit his dentas. “I mean, maybe… We could wait to go… meteor surfing… somewhere safer?” Rodimus ground out. His optics flickered a bit as a wash of tingling pleasure came over his frame. He covered up the weak sigh of enjoyment he gave with a cough.

[Very good! Keep it up!]

Drift beamed at him, tilting his head fondly. “I think that sounds like a great plan, Roddy.”

Rodimus’ body lit up again, a shudder running up from his pedes to the tips of his finials. He made an active effort to keep his vocalizer from producing any undignified noises, clamping his intake shut tightly and readjusting himself in his seat.

[Nice one! Good job, Rodimus!]

“Pff- yeah… ‘course it is. I’m chock full of great plans.” Rodimus scoffed, a confident smirk tugging at his dermas.

The two of them once again settled into comfortable quiet for a moment. It… did feel nice for Drift to agree with him on his plans. He wasn’t sure if his code was glitching and making him extra moral today or something, but he wasn’t about to mention it. It’d just mean he would get that concerned look from Drift that he always did and an undeniable demand to go see Ratchet in the medbay. As embarrassing and weird as it was, it wasn’t worth the trouble to deal with.

Drift cleared his vocalizer after a few klicks. “... So, the course change?” He prompted.

Oh yeah. Rodimus reset his vocalizer to catch the navigator’s attention. “Hey, can you adjust the ship’s course out of the asteroid field’s path?” Rodimus felt that shudder wash over him again, a little stronger this time, warming him from his tanks outwards. He, again, covered the little pleasured noise with a cough. Distantly, he worried if it was convincing enough.

[Great choice, Rodimus!]

“... Of course, captain.” The navigator said slowly, seeming a little bewildered by the request.

Rodimus nodded a little. His intake felt dry. Was it warmer on the bridge than usual? “Uhm- In fact, uh… Could you tell me the ship’s current heading again? I’d like to know if,” He glanced at Drift briefly, trying to note if there were any movements to indicate if he was responsible for these untoward feelings. “... if there are any other… obstacles we should be worried about…”

Not so much as a twitch from the other bot as another sizzling wave of pleasure came over his frame.

[Very good, Rodimus!]

Rodimus could feel his panels starting to heat up. He crossed his legs quickly.

“Absolutely, sir! So, from our current course, it looks like we should be relatively safe, aside from the asteroid field. If we adjust the trajectory by-”

Rodimus had zoned out, but nodded along pleasantly. He pawed around his processor. There had to be some code out of place, maybe he really should go see Ratchet.

Rodimus swallowed dryly. Well… it wasn’t so bad… It was weird and kind of embarrassing but…

“Alright then, yes, let's adjust our trajectory to take us…” Rodimus thought for a moment, before pointing at the star map display ahead of them. “Between those two planets there. You said they were uninhabited right?”

“That’s right, sir.”

“Okay, then through there it is.” Rodimus concluded. He bit down on his own glossa as another hot wave rolled over him. He dismissed the prompt to open his panels and leaned back, a little stiffer than usual.

[Great work, Rodimus!]

Drift laid a gentle servo on his shoulder pauldron. Rodimus absently reached up to brush his digits against it, blinking a bit before turning to look at his amica. The affectionate, proud smile on his face made Rodimus’ tanks feel funny.

Rodimus smiled back, trying to keep the strain out of his field as he did.

This had to be the best 15 shanix Drift had ever spent. He could count on both servos the amount of times Rodimus had been this work oriented! And with such wise choices. He didn’t want to seem braggy, but Drift believed he’d earned a pat on the back.

“And so- Uhuh… and no other transmissions?” Rodimus muttered, hanging over Blaster’s shoulder as he looked over the datapad he had provided.

Drift beamed to himself, readjusting his servos to rest on his sword’s scabbards. This was such a good idea. Rodimus nodded, patting Blaster on the shoulder and muttering a quick, “Keep up the good work!” before turning on his heel strut and awkwardly marching back towards the captain’s seat.

Drift opened his mouth to offer Rodimus a compliment as he passed, however- The expression on Rodimus’ face was… strained. Tense, but a little absent. His optics darted about his amica’s frame, taking in quick details as he approached. His plating was slick with coolant in places, his movement jerky and unfocused, and his optics flickering.

“Roddy-?” Drift began, cocking his head with concern as he shifted closer.

“Wuh?” Rodimus turned to look at him, leaning a little too heavily against the arm of the captain’s chair and casually crossing one leg over the other.

“... Are you feeling alright?” Drift asked. He was trying very hard not to let his processor run, which felt impossible considering the apparent distress Rodimus was under. He monitored his own venting, making sure they didn’t kick on too fiercely at the thought that Rodimus was unwell. He had to remain cool, especially in a situation where he might have to act.

Rodimus’ field clamped back. Not a good sign. He made a face, optics going a little wide and tracing along a very interesting bit of wall geometry conveniently over Drift’s shoulder. He chewed at the inside of his cheek for a moment before popping his intake open with a click. “... Yeah!” he said unconvincingly, straightening up stiffly and putting his servos on his hips. “Never better, why?”

“Oh- just asking.” Drift shrugged a bit, trying to seem unconcerned. It felt impossible. He cleared his vocalizer a bit, rocking on his heels. He could feel the anxious energy crackling in his frame. He tried for a compliment as Rodimus shifted to sit down. “You’ve been doing really great today by the way.” He offered a warm little smile.

Drift felt himself tense up as Rodimus’ optics dimmed at his words, jaw briefly going tight and frame quivering for a moment. He half slipped and half sat down into the captain’s chair, seemingly taking a second to compose himself. Drift could’ve sworn he heard Rodimus’ fans click on for a moment before being manually turned off. “Nnnmmh-! That’s nice of you to say!” Rodimus replied, voice choked in his throat as his digits gripped the arms of the chair.

Drift’s servo went tight on the edge of his scabbard. He fought for something to say. It was beginning to dawn on him that the correlation between Rodimus’ strange- if not unwelcome- change in behaviour and his odd twitching and sweating and vocal tics may become incredibly obvious to the rest of the bridge. It also was occurring to him that there were several steps in his plan that could have been more thorough, i.e. getting any more specific information on the patch from the seller before slapping it onto his best friend and partner.

Drift wracked his processor for anything he could remember about processor viruses being passed through patches. It was obviously common, painfully common, stupidly common, but nothing in Drift’s antivirals had pinged when he’d scanned the patch, nor had any malicious lines of code come back. Was he just not thorough enough?

His optics darted back to Rodimus. The look he had was familiar, but Drift couldn’t place it. He was leaning almost languidly back in the seat, one of his servos cupped pensively over his chin and lips. His pose portrayed a feigned pensiveness, but the knit of his brow was too light for that, the look in his optics too vacant. Strangest of all, Rodimus was entirely still.

Drift swallowed. “... Rodimus?”

“Mmmm?” Rodimus hummed, suddenly jolting again before sitting up fully and folding his hands in his lap. “What’s up?” He added.

Drift fought for the right words again. “... You’re sure you’re okay?”

Rodimus frowned, rolling his optics. “I’m peachy, Drift-” He began, almost imperceptibly tensing before cracking a jovial, but forced smile. “I uh- appreciate the concern but… I’m just feeling…” He seemed to be tiptoeing, staying careful as if he were talking down an armed combatant. “... very… helpful! Today!” He nodded, as if also convincing himself.

Drift’s brow furrowed deeper, grinding his dentas with stress. If that didn’t confirm it was the patch doing this, he didn’t know what could. He wished the floor would open up and swallow him for being such a careless friend, putting something so dangerous on his amica. Drift glanced around, surveying if anyone present was listening. He winced. Half the bridge were stealing glances at them, clearly befuddled by Rodimus’ sudden change in leadership style.

Drift leaned down a bit, trying not to feel awful when Rodimus flinched back a bit. He opened his intake, about to speak when Rodimus quickly held up a digit, optics going glassy as he seemingly read a ping in his processor.

He watched Rodimus bite down an annoyed groan. It was endearing to see his vocalizer rumble a little in his throat cabling. “Listen, Its-” Rodimus measured his words again, “It’s really… conscientious of you… to be so concerned… but! I promise I’m just fine. Now, Ultra Magnus left some datawork in my office that I have to go finish.” Rodimus said, voice soured with false pep.

“Oh- Yeah-!” Drift nodded, leaning back and clearing his vocalizer again. “Do you want me to keep an eye on things while you do that?”

Rodimus paused as he stood up, a look of panic briefly appearing before washing away under another wave of fake polite contentment. “Oh- uh- if you- If that’s not um-” He babbled, his frame tightening again. This time, a brief lick of excess charge arced between Rodimus’ lips. Drift felt his face flush a bit. “I- think. That would be… a really good idea.” He seemed to tense again, his smile looking more like bared teeth as he grit the words out.

Rodimus began to shuffle across the bridge, almost exaggerating his stride as he made his way to his office. Drift watched the door slide closed behind him and turned his attention back through the windshield of the ship. Anxiety was eating him alive at this point. He tried his absolute hardest not to let the guilt consume him before he found a solution, so he worried his lip between his dentas a bit and took a deep, calming vent, before composing his message.

[D: Hey, honey. So, hypothetically speaking, what are the chances of a topical datapatch having an as of yet unknown virus on it that can go undetected by an up to date antiviral scan?]

Drift fidgeted for a moment, before adding:

[D: And does the answer change if the datapatch cost 15 shanix?]

He let out a long sigh, attempting to cool his spiraling processor and offlining his optics. He assured himself that even though he’d made a mistake, there was nothing that Ratchet couldn’t fix, medically speaking. He allowed himself to settle into a bit of a meditative state, drawing in a calming vent.

[R: What the frag did you do?]

Okay, Rodimus was now PRETTY sure…. He knew what was going on. He wasn’t sure why, or exactly how, but somehow, Drift was behind this. He was just way more complimentary than normal, and considering that apparently, somehow, compliments from Drift- or anyone, so it seemed- made him feel aroused, he was pretty sure this was just some kinky sex thing Drift had wanted to try but been too shy to warn him about. Under most circumstances, Rodimus might have thought that was a bad thing, communication was important in a relationship, even if Drift could be cagier than a zoo sometimes.

Under the current circumstances, his lust-addled brain believed it was actually a very very good, very very sexy thing. He could probably do without his array being stimulated in response to doing his job, but he figured it was some part of an elaborate roleplay he would be let in on soon.

Rodimus let his mind wander, an indulgent smirk stretching across his face as he considered all the sexy ways Drift would likely be messing with him once he told him what was up.

Another shock jerked through his frame, stronger this time, making Rodimus’ leg kick up involuntarily. Rodimus hissed as he banged his knee on the underside of his desk, gripping the dented spot and putting his forehelm down on the desk for a moment to groan in anger.

[Don’t lose focus on your work, Rodimus!] Drift’s voice chirped jovially in his processor. Rodimus felt curse words bubbling up in his vocalizer, opening his intake to let some free when he received another shock before the first syllables escaped.

[A good captain is polite to his crew!]

“There’s no crew in here!!” Rodimus hissed out to himself, sitting back up and snatching the datapad he was working on off the table.

Okay, so there were some parts of this whole arrangement that were distinctly unsexy, but he figured when his shift was over he could bother Drift about how lame the premise of his fantasy was. For now, the win conditions seemed pretty simple: pretend to care about his job-

ZAP[So close! Try again, Rodimus!]

… Do his job well for a whole shift, get rewarded when he’s good, get zapped when he’s bad.

It was just difficult to judge what Drift- and by extension, the program that had wormed its way into his processor- considered good and bad behaviour. So far he had worked out that getting complimented was a guarantee at a reward, as was… sadly… doing his actual job in a more ‘responsible’ and ‘efficient’ way. Rodimus idly tapped at the datapad, doing his best(ish) to focus on the glyphs in front of him as he perused the form. He was pretty sure it was a request from Ultra Magnus that he’d slipped into his datawork, something about an added rule to the ship surrounding the proper conduct of bringing new scientific specimens on board. Rodimus was frankly disinterested. He could feel his array urging him to slack a bit and tend to it. Rodimus already knew what doing so would earn him though.

He signed off on the form, checking a solid ‘No’ for the approval of the rule before setting the datapad aside. Rodimus allowed himself an indulgent little moan at the tingling feeling that washed over his frame. His visual field went rimmed with static for a moment. The arousal clung to his frame, sticky and hot in his tanks as he swallowed the drool in his salivating intake.

[Great work, Rodimus! Reward strength increased by 20%! Let’s do another!]

Rodimus rocked himself in his seat. He could feel his valve attempt to cycle down, nothing there to squeeze as it helplessly lubricated itself further. Rodimus reached for another datapad and began to scroll through it. Ah, another beautiful form for… something. Release form? Rodimus squinted at it. Boy, it was getting hard to focus. He pressed his thighs together around his panels and rocked a little harder. His optics flickered. He could feel his mesh pressing up against the heated metal of his modesty panels, slick enough to offer little friction. It was maddening.

ZAP![Don’t lose focus on your work, Rodimus!]

Right, yes. Rodimus needed to work. He looked back at the datapad, grinding his dentas together as he swallowed the whimper of pain that came with the shock. His spoiler was quivering against his will, having spasmed from the jolt.

It looked like um…. Uh… it looked like it was supposed to be some… form for… time off? OH! A time off request! Rodimus scrolled through it to look for the designation of who had asked. He raised his brows in surprise when he realized it was Ultra Magnus again. He smirked to himself as he approved it and sent it off. How nice of him it was, to give the big guy a break-

[Great job, Rodimus!]

Rodimus huffed out steam, curling over the datapad and gritting his dentas as another shiver ran up his back strut. He was doing really great. Maybe this was the real reward for being selfless. He decided that probably wasn’t a very altruistic way of looking at things, but then also decided that in the context of whatever weird kink scene Drift was running for him, it didn’t really matter.

He leaned his cheek against the top of his desk and let his optics go offline. Rodimus tried to remember how many datapads he’d completed before getting distracted- he thought it was 7, which was a new record for him- and tried to weigh that number against how much he wanted to take a break to… take care of business. He nibbled at his lip quietly, letting one of his servos slip down between his thighs.

ZAP![That can wait until after your shift! Keep up the good work!]

Rodimus whimpered. It was an undignified little noise, one he couldn’t help as pain skittered over his plating. He shakily reached out to the pile of other datapads and began to scroll through. He could feel that almost ASMR like tingle of a code rooting around his processor. That probably wasn’t a good sign, but again, if this was Drift’s doing, as he suspected it was, he would be perfectly fine.

[More motivation needed?] [Accept] [Deny]

Rodimus considered the prompt, shivering again at the way they rang in Drift’s voice.

[Acceptance Confirmed!]

Rodimus choked down a groan as his sensors lit up again, to a low, thrumming degree. It wasn’t anything too terribly intense, but it was constant now, rather than the quick rolling pulses from before. He ground his dentas together, his vocalizer clicking and whining with static.

[Let’s do another datapad!]

Rodimus obeyed, returning his focus to the datapad and beginning to read. His processor felt slowed slightly by the sensation rolling over his frame, but he remained determined. It was uh… He thought it was another acquisition request. Primus, this was impossible. He swallowed again, trying to keep from drooling. He wasn’t about to ruin this feeling with a shock- though the shocks did feel less… annoying… than they used to. He managed to parse that it was an acquisition request for new parts for a replacement shuttle. He signed and accepted again.

[Very good, Rodimus! Increasing reward]

The feeling ratcheted up another level and Rodimus let out a delirious little laugh. He rolled his helm back to bump against the back of his chair, relaxing into the seat and letting his legs fall open. He pawed around for the next datapad.

“Hahh… Being helpful rules…” Rodimus mumbled out as he opened the datapad. A brief ripple of stronger sensation rolled over him, reminding him that, yes, being helpful was very good, and he was being a very good bot for being helpful. Rodimus chewed on his lip, trying to clear his vocalizer of the static.

A longer file this time. He tried not to feel too frustrated at it as he scrolled through. Oh, this was another one of those reminders Magnus prepared for him, something about the new intergalactic laws he’d have to remember that they’d picked up since entering this new dimension. Rodimus’ engine snarled a bit in annoyance as he skimmed the glyphs on screen disinterestedly. He found himself muttering aloud about the stupidity of it all before he could stop himself.

ZAP![Try again!]

A thin whine weasled it’s way out of his traitorous vocalizer. The mix of that pain and the continuing pleasure made him feel odd. He didn’t like how good that felt.

Rodimus was in the wrong of course, it was very nice of Ultra Magnus to put together a nice helpful document for him to remember! Everyone wanted the best for him after all, especially Mags. He’d have to thank him the next time he saw him.

Rodimus ground his dentas together. Those thoughts felt wrong in his head, but he needed to think them, he needed to because he was good and helpful and he deserved to feel good. Rodimus dutifully read through the document, reminding himself over and over that he wanted to be good when his attention began to wander. By the time he got to the checkbox to confirm it had been read, he could have cried with joy at a release from the maddening slog. He hit the checkbox and set the datapad aside.

[Good job, Rodimus! Increasing reward]

Rodimus groaned out. It felt like the increase was more intense than last time. He felt his spike attempt to pressurize, bumping against his panels as he held them shut through force of will. He was hanging on by a thread. He reached down between his legs to knead at the sensitive, overheated plating with his palm.

ZAP![You’re still on shift, Rodimus! Let’s finish another datapad!]

Rodimus keened out, pushing his servo harder against his panels. “P-Please-” He wheezed out, as if there were someone to hear him.

ZAP![You’re still on shift, Rodimus! Let’s finish another datapad!]

He could feel his mesh twitching and aching behind his panels. He pulled his hand back with a hiss, biting back a pathetic whine as it came back wet with transfluid. He felt delirious, his processor fogged with static and lust. He nabbed another three datapads and opened one.

It was supposed to be… He thought it was… Rodimus could hardly focus. The feeling had wracked up again briefly to encourage him to look at the datapad, and it had completely shattered whatever minute focus he had pulled together to even look at the pad in the first place. He let out another undignified groan, leaning back and letting his legs fall open wider as he scrolled through the near unintelligible pad. He let the other two rest on his belly and shakily gripped either side of the datapad. He brought it close to his face.

Words whipped past. New… Morale survey…. Less than…. Results… Rodimus fumbled for the approval mark, earning another shock as Drift’s voice curled around his processor. [Be sure to read thoroughly before making decisions!]

“U-uhuh-” Rodimus moaned out, “S-sorryy…” He scrolled back to the top. He managed to gather that it was a memo regarding the results of a crew morale survey and shakily hit the check mark to approve publicly revealing the results.

[Great idea, Rodimus! Keep up the good work! Increasing reward]

Rodimus cried out, unable to stifle his vocalizer as his hips jerked up against his will. His optics rebooted on their own, his visual field full of static and sparks. Embarrassingly, Rodimus felt a spurt of his own transfluid trickle out from under his panels as they quivered. He stared at the next datapad and drooled. It was blessedly short, just a brief memo informing him of the proposed time of their next refuel stop. He confirmed it and braced himself as he shakily went to place it on his desk.

[Very good, Rodimus! Increasing reward]

The datapad clattered to the ground. Rodimus hardly felt his body give out, going completely stiff as his pistons fritzed and tightened. “NNnn-uuhn-!!” Rodimus gasped out, gritting his dentas as hard as he could as his array bloomed in mind numbing pleasure. He opened his mouth again, spitting static as his sensory field was engulfed in intense pleasure.

He swore he almost rebooted when he overloaded then. His frame went tight and stiff, hips jerking and bucking as transfluid poured out around the edges of his panels. His mind felt melted, the pleasure comingling with the mild sting of another chiding shock.

[What a mess, Rodimus! You’ll have to clean that up!]

Rodimus went limp in his seat, engine purring unevenly and chassis shuddering with each vent. The voice was right, it was a mess, or rather he was a mess. He shivered.

[How are you feeling, Rodimus?] [Query: continue?] [accept] [deny]

Rodimus smiled dumbly, sinking to his knees and pawing around his subspace for a cloth.

…

[Accept]

“I-I feel… h-hah…. Helpful…” Rodimus murmured, dutifully beginning to wipe the transfluid off his floor. He felt another swell of pleasure as the strange code began its processes once again. Rodimus twitched, the feeling suddenly more intense than it probably should have been. He moaned, his oversensitive array beginning to swell again.

That was probably fine, right?

Drift had slipped away into a maintenance closet after assuring those working on the bridge had things well handled. It was at that point, with a guilty spark, that Drift finally returned the several pings Ratchet had sent him while demanding he call.

Drift cleared his vocalizer, attempting a chipper, confident tone, “Sweetspark! How’s your shift-” He started.

“What did you do, Drift?” Ratchet bit out in complete exasperation. Drift could hear the muffled sounds of the medbay at work outside of Ratchet’s office. He silently thanked whoever would hear him for his conjunx’ privacy, and silently cursed them for how good Ratchet had gotten at seeing through his acts.

“Well-” Drift began. It was like a dam broke. “I got this stupid topical datapatch from a flea market ages ago that said it was something about positive and negative reinforcement- and I figured that Rodimus had been kind of sliding into some bad habits-”

Ratchet snorted, “Sliding into them? Like they weren’t already there.” he quipped, sounding like he was half paying attention. Drift could hear shuffling, as if the medic were looking for something.

“Okay yeah, sure, this is a great time for that attitude, Ratty-” Drift hissed indignantly.

“What did you do with the patch?” Ratchet prompted, glossing over his partner’s offense.

“... I programmed it so Roddy would be rewarded for doing his job well, and punished for doing it badly-?” Drift choked out. He felt terrible, it sounded even worse when he said it out loud. Primus, he was such an idiot.

Ratchet’s beleaguered sigh didn’t help. “Alright, and what does it mean by ‘reward’ and ‘punish’.”

Drift drew a blank. He was a moron, a complete slag for brains. He hadn’t even thought to ask that. “... I don’t know- I figured it would-! I don’t know, set off a dopamine protocol or something, maybe shock him or pinch him or something if he messed up-! LOOK! I don’t know- I messed up- I think I messed up really really bad too-” He had begun to ramble, only cut off as Ratchet hushed him as gently as he possibly could manage.

“Hey, hey, now that’s not going to help anyone, there’s no need to panic. Can you describe what symptoms he’s displaying?” Ratchet asked. Were he not so panicked, Drift might have made a jab about how much better his bedside manner was when it came to him.

“I um… He seems kind of sweaty, maybe a little overheated, but nothing terrible like that… He’s kind of stiff, and he keeps shivering and jumping, like he’s skittish or something?” Drift explained. He worried his lip between his dentas and paced around the confined space restlessly.

Every moment of silence between them felt like hours as Ratchet seemed to be looking something up. “Okay… well that’s pretty… sort of general,” Ratchet mused unhelpfully. “That sounds like it could be a lot of things.”

Drift fought back a strangled, anxious whine. Clearly he hadn’t tried hard enough, considering Ratchet quickly added, “most of which are harmless or easy to fix!” In an attempt to soothe him.

“But- some are… fatal?” Drift mumbled out.

“Drift, it’s probably just a minor bug. If things get worse, you can wrangle him towards the medbay and we’ll get him looked at, alright?” Ratchet huffed out.

Drift let out a weary little sigh, stepping out of the maintenance closet. Rodimus had been in his office for almost two hours at this point. “... I’m just worried about anything powerful enough to convince Rodimus to complete his datawork.” Drift attempted the joke, knowing before it left his lips that it fell flat. Ratchet chuckled anyway.

“If you’re that scared you should check on him.” Ratchet offered.

Drift nodded to himself, despite knowing Ratchet wouldn’t pick the gesture up. “... Yeah, yeah, I’ll do that.” He sighed out, adjusting his posture and trying to casually walk towards Rodimus’ office.

“You know, you could do with doting on him less, Drift.” Ratchet continued, casually holding the conversation as he seemed to be sorting his datapads back in order. Drift opened his mouth to retort, but froze. His digits hovered over the keypad of the door, just shy of activating it.

He tipped his helm to the side, pressing his audial up against the metal as he tried to confirm what he’d thought he’d heard. A shiver ran up his backstrut to the tips of his finials as he caught the sound of a breathless moan from the other side of the door.

Rodimus’ voice was muffled and slurred, vocalizer raw as he babbled something. Drift strained his audials, muting his call with Ratchet to pick up the sounds he was hearing properly.

Drift’s tanks dropped.

“... I- ah… I love… h-helping… D-doing datawork is s-so-OH-Oh s-so helpful… I’m a h-helpful captainnnNNnhhh~!” Rodimus moaned, his noises accented by the sound of a creaking chair.

He dropped the call with Ratchet immediately, impatiently swatting the code into the control pad next to the door. His vents hitched as his odor sensors were bowled over by the scent of coolant and transfluid.

His amica was plastered against the top of the desk, kneeling in his chair as he rocked his hips back and forth. He was clutching a datapad in his shaky servos, a stylus pinched between two digits as he scrolled through it. Datapads littered the floor and desktop. It looked like more had been completed in a few hours than he’d done in the entire last decacycle.

Rodimus’ expression was vacantly content, his faceplate flushed deep with energon and slick with coolant. There was a puddle of oral solvent gathering under his chin where it laid on the desk. His optics were flickering between frighteningly dim and almost white with excess charge.

“Rodimus??” Drift spoke, his intake feeling dry.

Rodimus’ optics turned dimly to him, his smile suddenly faltering as he looked at him. “D-Drift!” He keened out weakly, forcing himself back into a smile. “D-didjou need somethin’?” he slurred out.

Drift slammed his palm on the door’s close button and rushed around the side of his desk. He could hear his energon rushing in his audials. It was worse than he thought. There was almost a puddle of transfluid under Rodimus’ desk, his panels popped lewdly open and drenched with excess fluid. Guilt roiled in Drift’s tanks. Of course it couldn’t have just been a simple overheating error. Of course it had to have completely fried Rodimus’ processor. Whenever it rained for Drift it poured, it would only make sense that the thing he’d tried to do to help his amica left him a steaming, drooling mess. He’d be lucky to get Rodimus back to the medbay before he melted, from the state of him, let alone get him properly fixed up.

“Roddy- Oh primus-!” Drift whimpered out, rushing to his side and gently taking his arm. Rodimus was hot to the touch, steam rising from his vents and lips as he clumsily reached a servo down between his legs to try and force his array back behind his panels. He jolted and twitched, letting out something that sounded dangerously close to a sob. “I am so sorry-!” Drift’s hands fumbled, slinging Rodimus’ arm over his shoulders and hauling him up off the chair.

Rodimus groaned in distress as the datapad he was working on tumbled out of his digits. “W-wait- H-hey-!” He panted out, weakly fighting against Drift’s hold. “‘M fine, I gotta- hahhnnn, f-frag- Drift, I got d-datapads to-” He felt Rodimus go tense, letting out a long, staticky whine.

Drift began to haul Rodimus towards the door, ignoring his protests as he shuffled him out into the hallway. He kept tensing and shivering, gritting his dentas as he tried to hold in those horribly undignified, horribly distracting noises. “I’m gonna get you to medbay, alright, just hold on for me, Roddy.” Drift ordered, allowing his guilt to wash off his back for a moment. He had a mission now.

“O-Okayyyy…” Rodimus huffed amenably, shakily wobbling over Drift’s side.

“Good mech, I’ll-” Drift started, cut off again as Rodimus’ knee joints gave out and he fell heavily against his side.

“A-ahah- ouuh f-frag-” Rodimus hissed, his free servo coming down to press against his now closed and oozing panels. A glob of transfluid drizzled off of his thigh and splattered on the floor.

Drift grit his dentas and reached down, deftly hauling Rodimus up into his arms. This would be faster anyway. He began to jog down the hallway, Rodimus dangling from his arms and shivering. He rolled his helm to lay against Drift’s chest, letting out a breathless whine against his plating. “Just hold on, just keep venting for me, okay?” Drift’s voice was a clipped order, not wanting to risk his words getting away from him as he ran down the hallways.

Rodimus’ chassis shook, his shoulder vents heaving and expelling steam with each breath. “O-oh primus- D-drift- This- ah- T-this is- nn-NNnGHAH!” He cried out, suddenly going tense in Drift’s arms.

“What is it-!?” Drift asked, not looking down. He couldn’t let anything distract him from getting Rodimus to the medbay before he had a full system meltdown. His question was answered when he felt a splatter of wetness hit his arm where he had cradled his amica’s thighs. Drift fought to keep his fuel pump from stopping as Rodimus moaned wantonly and gushed from his panels, leaving a splatter against the floor and Drift’s arm. Focus, focus, his partner was in distress, there was no time to think of anything else, least of all being horny over his sick amica.

He skidded around a corner, judging the quickest route to the medbay and nearly falling down a flight of stairs in his trek towards it. Rodimus couldn’t stop shaking, his vocalizer dissolved into weak clicking static and whines. He dug his digits into Drift’s plating, his hips bucking and rolling as he rode out his overload. His whole frame was sticky with coolant and transfluid, overheated so much that Drift was surprised all the fluids weren’t evaporating as quickly as they appeared.

Doors, decks, lifts, and hallways were a blur. He hardly gave any mind to the bots he passed, or the fact Rodimus was leaving a trail of transfluid through the decks. He knew when he was lucid, if he was ever lucid again, Rodimus would probably be mortified. It was easier not to think about it. He hoped he was going fast enough that the crew didn’t pay him much mind.

Drift skidded on his heel struts as he overshot the entrance of the medbay, scrambling in through the doorway. “RATCHET!” He shouted, rushing for his conjunx’ office.

Drift nearly bowled the other bot over as he shot into the room, disregarding Ratchet’s protests as he rolled Rodimus out of his arms and onto the rarely used medical slab.

“Slagging pit, Drift, what’s gotten into-” Ratchet started. He had already begun to approach the slab, his intake clamping shut as he surveyed Rodimus’ frame. The aforementioned mech seemed unaware of his own plight, his optics flickering blankly at the ceiling as he moved his intake as if to form words, even though nothing escaped his vocalizer but squealing static and unintelligible moans. Ratchet silently wheeled his desk chair over to the side of the slab and began to examine him.

Drift kept his own vents as even as he could, offlining his optics and attempting to relax himself. Things would be fine, Rodimus was in good hands, and it wouldn’t be long before everything was back to normal.

“Stop pacing, it’s distracting.” Ratchet chided, not even looking at him as he began to scan the indisposed captain. He was incredibly focused when he got working, regarding Rodimus with a look like he was a crossword puzzle he was trying to solve.

Drift ignored how handsome that look was on him. He went still, leaning back against Ratchet’s desk and eyeing Rodimus’ prone frame. He felt sick with guilt, now that his job was done and all he could do was wait, he felt the bitter cold of shame washing in. How could he have been so careless? How could he have been so cruel? To think he knew what was best for him-

Ratchet paused, going still for a moment before sighing and leaning back in his chair. Drift looked at him hopefully, then fearfully as he pinched the bridge of his nose and dragged his hand down his face. “Drift.”

“Is it worse than we thought?” Drift mumbled, half shell shocked at the very concept.

“... Can you recall… the name of the stall… you bought this patch from?” Ratchet said evenly. It was clearly an effort on his part to hold back a note of annoyance.

“I-I don’t know- It was just a novelty datapatch stand, somewhere in an open market in a port town I think?” Drift supplied readily. Would that really help? He certainly hoped so. He turned his attention back to Rodimus, watching him wriggle restlessly against the slab. “... He’s not fried, is he?”

“No, no he is not.” Ratchet laced his fingers, putting on a sarcastically pleasant look and turning to smile icily at his conjunx. “Tell me, Drift, what do you imagine the potential uses for a patch like this to be?”

Drift cocked his head, befuddled. He supposed he hadn’t really thought about it, beyond what he planned to use it for. He opened and closed his intake, searching for something to say. “I… I guess maybe to… teach… new recruits…?”

“To teach new recruits?” Ratchet repeated, his tone saccharine and condescending. “So it’s a military training patch, do you think?” He turned to Rodimus for a moment. “Mind rolling over for me, cap?”

Rodimus let out a weak, slow groan and did as he was told. His whole frame shuddered again, his joints tensing and twitching as another glob of transfluid squirted out from the seams in his panels. He drooled against the slab, mumbling a garbled “Y-y’r such a g-great doctor, Ratchhh~” before going back to panting and whimpering.

“Thanks, kid. Now, Drift.” Ratchet reached out, manhandling Rodimus’ spoiler and eliciting another animalistic moan from the prone mech. He lifted the spoiler out of the way, disregarding Rodimus’ babbling as he continued to paint the slab pink. Ratchet pointed at the patch. “Do you wanna tell me which species marks its military patches with a smiley face?”

Drift’s optic twitched a bit. He bristled, tilting his head at his conjunx. How could he be messing around at a time like this, Rodimus was in distress and he was- the nerve! “I-I don’t know- Clearly you’ve figured it out, can you just get to the point!?” Drift snapped.

“It’s a BDSM patch, slaghead!!” Ratchet barked back, dropping the pretenses of politeness as he threw his servos in the air. “It’s fragging clogged with interfacing codes and pleasure center triggers, and- AND- If I'm right, which I’m pretty sure I am, I think you bought this from the interfacing section of whatever patch store you got it from!”

Drift’s intake snapped shut. Heat rolled over his frame, mingling with the guilt in his spark in a sickening tango. He buried his face in his hands. It was already terrible when he thought he’d infected Rodimus with a virus, now he’d possibly infected Rodimus with a virus and made him horny while he did it.

“He’s fine, Drift, he’s just…” Ratchet threw a look over his shoulder at Rodimus, who at this point was rolling his hips against the medical slab as he gurgled his own drool. “... overheated a little. I don’t think I’ve seen anyone this cycled up in a while…” He trailed off, pausing for a moment before snorting out a laugh.

“What-! What’s funny about this- this is awful!” Drift wailed. Embarrassment had taken to the dancefloor in his spark too, now. His faceplate burned.

“He got off this much on doing his job… Primus…” Ratchet snickered, shaking his head before shifting around to fully face Rodimus again. “Alright, kid, I’m gonna get this patch off you, okay?” His index digit swiftly reformatted its tip into a fine scalpel.

“Mmmkayyyy….” Rodimus mumbled, turning his helm to gaze lovingly up at the doctor. “Y-y’do so much… for the ship, Ratty…” He supplied helpfully, shivering a bit as he reached out and rubbed at Ratchet’s thigh affectionately.

“Only Drift gets to call me that, Rodimus.” He chided gently, nudging the edge of the scalpel under the patch. “Usually these suckers pop right off after they run out of battery, but I don’t think we want to know how long that’ll take.” Ratchet informed the room.

Drift squinted at him, cocking his head. “You seem to know an awful lot about this sort of thing…”

“I’ll tell ya later.” With a flick of his digits the patch popped off, flipping in the air briefly before Ratchet caught it in his palm. “There.”

Rodimus let out a confused moan, glancing around blearily. “Wha…? Where’d da….-” He shook his helm, resetting his optics as he rolled over and wheezed out one last gush of steam. “Primus….”

“I’m so sorry, Roddy- I didn’t know-” Drift started, immediately coming to his side.

“Nnnhh… Frag… That was intense…” Rodimus huffed out, rolling his head to face Drift with a confident, content little smile. “Didn’t expect that kinda thing from you- Ouf!”

Drift plastered himself against Rodimus’ front, squeezing him tightly and letting out a relieved sigh. “I didn’t know it was a sex thing- I swear, I just thought that-” He started to explain.

“You- Wait-” Rodimus’ tone immediately shifted. “You didn’t know???”

Drift’s spark twisted. “I-I thought maybe I could teach you to be-” He winced at his own words, “More… considerate?”

Rodimus pushed Drift back, keeping a shaky hold on his shoulders. “YOU GAVE ME THE BEST OVERLOAD OF MY LIFE OVER DATA WORK BECAUSE YOU THOUGHT I SUCKED?!” Rodimus shouted, his vocalizer cracking in places from how raw it was.

Drift bit his lip, “Roddy-”

“DO– DO NOT Roddy me right now-!”

“I don’t think you suck- It’s just-” Drift floundered, turning to look at Ratchet helplessly. Ratchet just looked back, an amused smile playing on his dermas. “... I dunno, I was wrong- I thought maybe- you’d respond better if you got immediate rewards for… doing the right thing…”

Rodimus stammered incredulously for a moment, sitting up and shaking Drift’s shoulders. “I-! Wha- I- I’m not a newmake!!! You could’ve told me if you had a problem with me!”

Drift averted his gaze. Rodimus made a strangled, desperate noise. “YOU COULD HAVE!! I’m so approachable!!”

“Alright, alright, you’re both very approachable and very sorry.” Ratchet piped up, stepping between the two and prying Rodimus off of his conjunx. “You two can talk this elsewhere.” He looked pointedly at the puddle Rodimus had left on his medical slab. “... I have some cleaning to do. Go use the washracks or something.” He shooed the two of them out of the room, Rodimus’ legs quivering weakly as he wobbled out of the office.

An icy silence had come over the pair of them. Drift kept his gaze ahead, not acknowledging First Aid poking his head out of his office, nor Velocity looking up from her organization work. He almost wondered if it was more odd for them to be both- to varying degrees- covered in transfluid, or that they weren’t talking to one another.

He cautiously extended his field towards Rodimus, hoping his radiating guilt would clue him in on his apologeticness. Drift winced at the prickling embarrassment and disappointment he got back.

It was a blessing that the medbay had washracks in it, it was a curse that there weren’t stalls, only flimsy curtains to separate each block from the next. Rodimus stormed into one of the racks and swished his curtain shut. Drift sighed and walked into his own, turning on the taps and offlining his optics as warm solvent washed over his plating. He took the time to clear his mind and vent as slowly as he could. It was hard to shake the regret.

After a long moment of quiet between them, Rodimus spoke. “... I’m not a bad captain…” He asserted, but it felt more like a question.

“... No. Not at all, Roddy.” Drift sighed, lifting up his arm and watching the transfluid wick off of it. “I don’t think you are… I should have been more responsible, I’m sorry.”

“... ‘s okay.” Rodimus mumbled. “You should keep feeling bad about it, I think.” There was humour in his tone, but it was outweighed by the bitterness.

“Don’t worry, I will.” Drift quipped back, the levity in his tone doing little to hide the truth in his response.

“I mean it would’ve been cool if you’d told me!” Rodimus added, glossing over Drift’s words. Maybe he hadn’t heard him.

Drift rolled his optics, biting back a smile. He was supposed to be feeling bad about this, Rodimus was making it difficult. “Oh yeah?”

“I mean it was lame that you made me overload about doing my job but… I dunno- it felt good, that's all.” Rodimus continued, his voice a bit bashful. “M-most of it anyway, I could’ve done without the… y’know. The shocking. And if you wanted me to fix my act you could’ve just said so.”

“Would you have turned the ship out of the asteroid field if you didn’t get shocked? If I asked you nicely, no, when I asked you nicely?” Drift asked, trying not to sound too accusatory. He clamped his intake shut as soon as the words left his mouth. This wasn’t the time to be proving a point.

Rodimus stuck his helm around the edge of the shower curtain to fix Drift with his aghast expression. “Well-! Pff- Whatever… I totally would. I value your opinion.” He slunk back around under his washrack.

“Well then you didn’t need the patch in the first place, and I’m still sorry that I couldn’t see that.” Drift sighed out, trying not to sound too sarcastic.

“Yeah, I didn’t, thank you very much.” Rodimus sniped haughtily.

Drift snorted out a laugh. Rodimus returned it after a moment. “... But you liked it?” Drift prompted.

“... Maybe a little.” Rodimus admitted. “... Wish I could’ve asked Ratchet to leave it on so I could finish one more time. Fragger messed with my spoiler on purpose, I just know it.”

“Oh yeah, probably.” Drift chuckled, pausing for a moment. “... do you ever feel like Ratty knows too much about stuff like this?”

“What do you mean?” Rodimus asked, peeking around the edge of the curtain again. He was squinting through excess solvent, blowing it out of his intake before grunting in frustration. “Just- c’mere- I’m tired of shouting over the showers.”

Drift turned his taps off and shuffled awkwardly into Rodimus’ wash block with him. “I mean like- He knew kind of quickly what the patch was, don’t you think?”

“I think you’re just a bit dense sometimes.” Rodimus shrugged. He motioned to his aft. “Can you get that? I can feel gunk stuck in the cracks, I can’t reach.”

Drift raised a brow ridge. “Yeah? You can’t reach?”

“Which of us fragged up today, you or me?” Rodimus shot back.

Drift rolled his optics, reaching into his subspace for a scouring pad. He wet it under the solvent stream and got to work scrubbing Rodimus’ aft and thigh paneling. “I’m still sorry.”

“I should hope so.” Rodimus sniffed. “It’s fine though, I’m super forgiving, as any great captain would be.”

Drift smiled, kneeling down a bit to get a better angle on Rodimus’ sticky plating. “Aren’t I lucky then?” He teased, curling the edge of the pad around a sensitive bit of Rodimus’ thigh armour and scrubbing fiercely. The other mech twitched and jerked his leg back, pulling in a quick hiss. “I can’t get the gunk out if you're moving.” Drift singsonged, prodding the edge of the pad between a sensitive seam and running it down from his inner thigh to his knee joint.

“Figure it out then, I’m the victim here, accommodate me.” Rodimus nudged Drift with his opposing knee, as if preparing to kick him. Drift steadied his free hand against the offending leg.

“Oh, yes sir, I’m so so sorry for my insolence, oh great and righteous captain.” Drift moaned out dramatically, tugging the pad out of his seam and instead opting to rub it carefully over Rodimus’ modesty panels. He let out a pleased rumble from deep in his engine at this, his knees suddenly going a bit wobbly. Rodimus braced himself against the wall, trying to seem casual. Drift could feel his amica’s panels were still overheated, charge wicking off his frame in places still as he struggled to cycle down.

“Ugh… the one time you do something kinky and it’s an accident.” Rodimus muttered to himself, adjusting his hips a bit as Drift washed him. “... unbelievable.”

Drift sighed. He considered Rodimus’ words for a moment, wondering if maybe… in the future… after this whole stunt had simmered down, he might be able to convince him- Drift’s mind wandered to thoughts of the blissed out, vacantly obedient look on Rodimus’ face when he’d entered the office. He’d never seen it before, and now that he wasn’t panicking… it was a good look on him.

Drift shook his head quickly. There was no need to do any wishful thinking, he made his decision about that ages ago regarding his wants. He pulled his servo back with the pad still pinched in his digits. “All clean, boss.” He said, patting Rodimus’ thigh.

“I think you missed a spot.” Rodimus hummed cockily. Drift rolled his optics again.

“Did I? Wanna show me where it is?” He gasped out in feigned ignorance, giving his best approximation of a clueless ingenue. It seemed to please him, as he chuckled lowly and adjusted his stance, further sticking his aft out in that annoyingly charming, corny sort of way he liked to do. Rodimus’ panels popped open with a click. The sexy display was likely, in Rodimus’ mind at least, undercut by the pool of trapped transfluid that splattered onto the stall floor.

Drift found it probably too alluring how quickly Rodimus’ spike extended from its casing. He dropped the pad onto the tiles, abandoning all pretenses in favor of stroking a servo up over Rodimus’ spike. “Oh yeah, how could I have missed this?” He joked, using his free hand to pet fondly over his thigh.

Rodimus let out an indulgent sigh that tapered off into a whine. “Primus, you have no idea how bad I wanted to jerk it on shift…” He mumbled, rocking his hips into Drift’s hand.

“I think I have a bit of an inkling.” Drift chuckled, sliding his other hand up to tease at Rodimus’ drenched valve. The captain jerked then, only briefly, before widening his legs and leaning into Drift’s ministrations. “I suppose the patch um… made it a bit hard…”

“Do you think?” Rodimus gasped sarcastically, only to be shut up by a whimper as Drift’s digits ran along the edge of his spikehead. He brought his index digit up and over, smearing the pearl of prefluid at his slit over the tip and then down over its underside. “A-ah, frag…”

Drift swallowed thickly, his optics flickering for a moment. He hesitated, before leaning in and drawing his glossa luxuriantly up between Rodimus’ valve lips. He caught Rodimus quickly around the thigh before he collapsed, relishing his amica’s surprised moan and rewarding his spike with a few strokes. He caught his node between his lips and laved his glossa over it gently. Drift shuddered as he drew another pleased moan from his amica. Regret and apology mingled in his tanks with the lust that had gathered there. He’d have to remember to be extra nice to Rodimus for the next few cycles, if not for Roddy’s benefit, then at least for his own conscience.

Drift squeezed his amica’s spike and drew his servo up slowly. He shivered at the long moan that accompanied the movement, as well as the lewd drizzle of prefluid that hit the tile and swirled down the drain between them. He thought he was doing a pretty good job at apologizing already. He pulled back from Rodimus’ node, opting instead to greedily suck the excess fluid from his valveport. He swallowed gluttonously, trying and failing to suppress the growl his engine let out at the taste. He drew his tongue through the folds to press at the first few rings of calipers within, earning yet another groan from Rodimus.

“P-primus-” Rodimus breathed, rolling his hips back against Drift’s face. “Ah- S-slag… you should mess up more often… you’re great at apologies.” He chuckled hoarsely.

Drift flushed a bit, half shame, half embarrassment. He wanted to beg Rodimus to not bring it up, but then again, he knew from experience that covering up his mistakes didn’t lead to anything good. He instead opted to run his glossa around the edge of the hole in a careful circle, pausing to lap at his node when he passed it. Rodimus quivered, a staticky whine barely audible over the solvent’s spray escaping him. Drift redoubled his efforts, taking Rodimus’ spike in both hands and smothering it in attention. His right servo teased and rubbed at the sensitive head, gathering the prefluid there briefly before dragging down to the base, his left repeating the motion to give his amica constant, inescapable pleasure. Rodimus’ pistons went taught. Drift thought he heard the click of him locking his joints upright.

“G-guh- frag-” He panted out, bucking his hips between the sources of his undoing.

Drift eagerly flicked his tongue against Rodimus’ node again. He drank in the stilted, weak noises Rodimus was making like the finest high grade shanix could buy. He squeezed and stroked and sucked, chasing his amica’s edge ravenously.

“O-Ouh- D-drift-!” Rodimus huffed out, his digits grinding against the tile. “F-fuh- frag- I’m- ah- I’m close-” He wheezed helplessly.

Drift trembled with his own excess charge. It didn’t matter, he didn’t care. He drooled against Rodimus’ twitching, cycling valve, savouring the spurts of fluid that dribbled down his chin and chest. He held one servo around the base of Rodimus’ spike, milking the underside of it with his thumb while the other continued to pump.

He felt his amica go stiff and pressed his glossa flat and hard against his node. Rodimus screamed out raw static, hips bucking minutely and frame shivering. Transfluid splattered both against the washrack’s tile and Drift’s face. He gave an honest effort to swallow down what he could, but even then he relished the feeling of it spilling lewdly onto his chassis. He pulled back, panting, admiring the way Rodimus’ valve cycled and fluttered around nothing in aftershocks.

Rodimus slowly lowered himself onto his hands and knees, panting weakly as he recovered his faculties. Drift took the moment to reach up and grasp the washrack’s head and extend it to clean off the mess his amica had made, both off his own plating and Rodimus’. Once he was sufficiently pleased with their cleanliness, he switched the taps off. The cooling solvent slowed to a trickle and stopped as he sat down beside Rodimus. He rolled over off his knees and onto his aft, leaning back against the wall for a moment.

“... Thanks, Drifty.” Rodimus sighed affectionately.

“No problem, Roddy.” Drift’s voice was hoarser than he thought it would be. He flinched as Rodimus reached over and laid his servo against his thigh, thumbing fondly at the decorative red plating there.

“You feel a little heated, bud, need a hand with something?” Rodimus asked innocently. Drift didn’t need to reach out to his field to sense the poison in his words.

“... I got a bit worked up, is all-” Drift started, leaning into Rodimus’ touch.

“Hm! Interesting!” Rodimus smiled bitterly, though it was more playful than before. “You should get that figured out, pal. I’d hate for my favourite amica to be struggling like this.”

A sliver of guilt wormed deeper into Drift’s spark. He sighed and chuckled goodnaturedly, opening his mouth to speak. He was cut off as Rodimus stood up abruptly, dragging him up with him.

“I might be wrong, but I think I know someone who’s office needs cleaning.” Rodimus mused, tapping a digit on his chin in false thought. He turned his gaze back to Drift with an icy smirk. “Feeling helpful, Drift?”

Drift sighed again, offering a pleasant smile. He hoped it covered up how badly he wanted to reduce Rodimus back to a quaking, panting mess. “... Always, captain.”

#transformers #my art #mtmte #valveplug #/nsfw #/nsft #driftrod #dratchrod #smut #lemon #transformers smut #drift #rodimus #ratchet #my fic

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mellific · 1 year

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Year in review

compelled to keep the year-in-review streak alive but the 12-square grid hasn't represented anything useful since... 2016 so we're breaking form! also i simply didn't make enough art to fill 12 squares

first complete inktober! things that helped: making up my own challenge... putting stupid joke beetles late in the month that i was excited to show friends (making direct eye contact with the neopets beetle hahaha), having friends BE kind & excited about beetles!

shortbox comic: really good practical lesson in "if you do something a lot, consistently, you... improve..." this is not really the comic i set out to make (i did.... so much reading on the teleology of natural systems & not even a little bit made it into the actual comic slkdjf) but it DOES have fun borders, which was the other goal. overall, think the art came out nice and the writing could've used some more baking!

I SPY zine: a little collaborative zine of illustrated I SPY drawings that, imo, turned out really, really nice. free in PDF form! it was always meant to be digital but we formatted for print just in case and then i printed some copies (since it was already formatted!) and god this one is nice to hold in your hands.

and then i did a lot of little doodles of friends' cats which was very very fun. i love drawing cats and looking at photos of your cats!

it was a good year! two conventions, a handful of ttrpg commissions, really, i cannot emphasize enough, so may cats... i do miss making quick one-off comics and also doing, like, any illustrations at all, so those are the goals for next year

#theme of this year i think is: friends! good!!#year in review

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hi, i love your blog so much! *⋆˚꒰ˊૢᵕˋૢෆ꒱ out of curiousity, when and how did you become a lolita lifestyler and do you have any tips for someone trying to become one? thank you!! ଯ( ॢᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ॢഒ

hello, and thank you so much for loving my blog!! ♡

i'm sure many lolitas have different ideas on what a lifestyler exactly is and what being one means to them personally.. but i think it's as simple as loving the fashion so much that you put forward the effort to incorporate it into other parts of your life.

i first started considering myself a lifestyler about a year ago. around that time, my wardrobe was building up a bit more and i was crossing a bunch of dream items off my list. i also started slowly growing my collection of lolita-related physical media (catalogs from brands, gothic & lolita bibles, lolita magazines, books, dvds and such!) i wanted other factors of my life to match my clothes.

i feel as though a lot of it has to do with your environment. changing up your room a bit.. maybe you want to paint your walls a different color or rearrange things a bit. you could slowly collect the things you love, it could be anything! tea sets, figures, manga, music, games, posters or prints of art.. for me—adorning my closet with my dresses, having a display mannequin, organizing my accessories, including my novelty items in my daily use, displaying my collection of media in my lolita room and surrounding myself with my favorite things helped egl feel more like a lifestyle rather than just a fashion that i love!

other than decorating your living space/room i think dressing up daily is an obvious one. doesn't have to necessarily all be lolita, maybe if your school/work's dress code doesn't allow it you could have some egl inspired elements in your casual everyday outfits. outside of that, having cute roomwear/pajamas comes to mind.. like the nightgown and nightcap momoko wears in kamikaze girls! a cute swimsuit for beach or pool days in the summer, perhaps workout gear and outfits for the gym that matches your aesthetic (i instantly think of the silly bedazzled dumbbell in mister rococo)

occasionally taking some coord pics or making wardrobe related posts, going on outings that feel rococo or victorian inspired (maybe a garden visit, museums, a picnic, or afternoon tea!) having a journal, blog, social media or maybe even your own website dedicated to the topic and decorated with your aesthetic of choice, could all be really fun things for a lifestyler. i find that cataloging your wardrobe is exciting (be it digitally on lolibrary, making your own database for your closet, or building one of those physical books with pictures) along with planning coords. some more hobbies could be sewing, fixing up and restoring items in your wardrobe, crochet, baking or cooking (make some cute sweets or snacks!) studying art history or historical fashions, gardening or tending to flowers, looking into a variety of different teas and tea leaves you may enjoy, making collages or journaling, reading, listening to music, playing an instrument, watching movies, playing games, it could really be anything that you enjoy!

it's also important to remember not everything in your life has to be centered around egl, and not everything has to fit inside an aesthetic box. don't let being a lifestyler burn you out or put you off of trying different things.. you can truly do anything you want to do at the end of the day. your passion and love of lolita won't start disappearing and fading away on days that you choose to live differently!

and thank you for the fun question!! i hope my answer was able to do it justice ^_^

#asks #lolita fashion #egl #lolita lifestyle

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cutieeeszn · 10 months

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Hobby’s to pick up:

Okay, if I’m being honest. I am very inconsistent with my hobbies. I end up dropping them all. But having hobbies and activities really help you in multiple ways. Finding new friends, learning new things, disengaging from electronics. (I see y’all) so here are a few hobbies to look into. Some of them ive tried/been trying to get into. And these are the ones I’m most consistent with. :)))

Crochet

Crochet or knitting is so calming. And really not that expensive. It’s simple to learn. And you can do it over playing some music. Let me know if there’s any crochet tutorial accounts you’d love to know!

Drawing

- ah. This one is simple. Many tutorials available. I’d say, begin with finding out your art style. Experiment. Go crazy. You can trace some drawings first, as practice. Slowly move on to actually drawing. And remember, be creative. Finding your own art style is so important and influences how good your drawing may come out.

Learning a new language

This one is fun. Duolingo…my best friend right now. I’m doing French. It’s a beautiful language, and after a while of learning French. (3 weeks) when I’m listening to songs I can understand some parts. I also find it so entertaining comparing them to English words and how they link. 21 days forms a habit. So, doing duolingo. Kind of an habit now.

Embroidery

Again, calming. It’s beautiful to see how the images end up. And it’s more fun when you draw your own images. Really cheap I believe, varying from where you’re from. But making pillows, frames and little pieces is so lovely with embroidery.

Writing/ Poetry

This one is good and interesting as a hobby, personality trait. And for your mind. Training your brain to express its thoughts in different words, sequences and hidden under other meanings. Is so beautiful.

Digital scrapbooking

My instagram is filled with these. Actually, I only have one post. But it’s a digital scrapbook. Using CANVA and 17v28 to make these scrapbooks are so fun. Not messy, and so easy.

Dancing

Not only does it look snazzy. Dancing has so many health benefits. Hip Hop to ballet to jazz. Now I think about it, I miss being a dancer.

Reading

Be a book warm, have no shame about it. Really. Let me know if you want some book recommendations. Books take you into another world, let you view things. It’s trust beautiful when you find the right kinda book.

Creating a tumblr blog

I just started this. It’s fun though. That’s all I can say.

Fashion Designing

I sewed a shift dress. Well, kind of. It’s so fun making clothes. Although, fashion design was a school subject. It’s very fun to do. You can remake clothes at home. Turn an old skirt into a shirt. Go crazy. (Btw, when you take classes you start noticing fashion design features in your clothes. I noticed seam allowances, overlocking.)

Learning to play an instrument

I’m guilty of picking and dropping instruments. Currently, it’s guitar for me. I was really good at clarinet, and eh and piano. But now, I’m going back to guitar. Learning and instrument has many benefits. Study wise, talent wise, im pretty sure mentally too!

Normal Scrap Booking

Same thing as digitally. Just pulls you away from the screen ;)

Photography.

Capture those moments. Cherish them. Post them. Print them. Annotate them. Write about them. Just capture them.

Sincerely,

bliss5tar.

#aesthetic #black girl luxury #hobbies #new hobby #feminism #girl advice #biblical femininity #crochet #for you #my hobby #advice #girls icons #that girl

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blonde-batgirl · 1 year

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A weird little thing I noticed is that the official English translation of Blue Lock is slightly different in the ebooks vs the physical copies. The reason why this is so weird is that they’re both published by Kodansha, the same translator - Nate Derr - is credited in the back of both (granted, volume five credits them for the Original Digital Edition Translation, but it doesn’t appear to list a seperate translator for the print copy), and it doesn’t read like a completely new translation. Like, it’s 95% the same and then there’s the odd word or phrase that’s been switched out.

Here’s an example from Volume Three.

First, the ebook:

And the physical copy:

This is a really minor change in a scene that is otherwise almost identical across both versions with a couple of other exceptionally minor changes. For context, the scene I compared runs from “The world’s greatest striker... is me!!!” to when Chigiri scores. There may be others elsewhere in the volume. Here are the other minor changes I spotted (note: this is just looking at the translation - there’s some minor formatting changes as well because the ebook pages are smaller):

“There was something... more important than both of those” in the ebook is “There was something... more important than both of those things” in the physical version

“Stop iiiit!!!” in the ebook becomes “Stop hiiim!!” in the physical version

“To make... my dream a reality” in the ebook is “Make my dream... a reality” in the physical version - which I originally thought was a typo except it must be deliberate because, as you can see, they’ve changed where the ellipsis is

The below is what originally made me go and make the comparison between the two because I read it and my brain immediately flagged it up as wrong. This is from volume five.

First, the ebook:

And then the physical copy:

This one is particularly notable, because it’s not a consistant change across the whole volume.

Here’s Reo thinking earlier in the ebook:

And in the physical copy:

Apologies for the picture quality, but the point is that the text is identical on both those panels. So they changed Zantetsu’s word choice from redhead to ginger, but they didn’t do the same with Reo’s. Granted, this is two different characters speaking / thinking, but I couldn’t find another example of Zantetsu calling Chigiri a redhead on account of every Blue Lock character being referred to 800 different ways (doesn’t mean there isn’t one - I just couldn’t find it). I also don’t know if Zantetsu and Reo used different words or the same word in the original Japanese text. Obviously, this is a conscious change because they only made it for one character - my only possible guess is that maybe they feel like one word has more aggressive connotations than the other? But that’s reading into it a lot.

Anyway, I don’t really have a point to this post beyond here’s a weird little quirk? I am having a lot of fun playing spot the difference. I would be interested to know if anyone knows why they would go back and make such minor changes - some of them are slight improvements but there are also some that are worse.

#Blue Lock #Theory #Okay More Like #Analysis #But I Don't Have an Analysis Tag #Well #I Guess I Do NOW...#Mine

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doodlemancy · 2 months

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doodlemancy's links broadcast

hello followers...

do you like the things i make and put here on tumblr? great news: the things i put on tumblr are not even the only things i make. consider visiting some of my very cool links:

✨ my personal website, doodlemancy.com it's got blinkies on it. also colors. there's a page for my visual novel project. it's got a makeshift guestbook. i've also been slowly compiling a big link list of cool websites, creative resources, software, podcast and book recommendations.

🌈 all my social media accounts! oh god there are so many of them. unless tumblr is the only site you use, i'm probably somewhere else that you are. all links here on my website, (with details on which ones i use and which ones are uhhhhhh kinda neglected LOL)

☕ my ko-fi! it's like patreon but better. check out the gallery. i also sell digital items (wallpapers, discord emoji, etc.) in my shop there, and if you sign up for one of the envelope tiers you get free stickers & prints in the mail. every few months i go back and un-paywall some previously paywalled content.

🎁 my etsy shop! stickers, charms, bookmarks, notepads and more! seriously too much to even summarize. five star rating across the board the entire time it's been open, if i may toot my horn a little louder in this post that is entirely horn-tooting

💌 and finally, my mailing list! very infrequent, i try to make all of these fun. a great way to keep up with me in case social media sites implode. for a little sample on a toothpick, check out past issues.

#doodlemancy vs. capitalism #queue #promo-ing things individually all the time makes me feel spammy #maybe it's time for Big Post Reblogged Periodically lol

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pretensesoup · 1 year

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How to Publish a Book, pt 1

I told @tryxyhijinks I was gonna turn this into a shitpost, so here we go: how to publish an ebook in ten easy steps.

Write the book. This is, believe it or not, the fun part.

Edit the book. Slightly less easy, but you have to do this, no matter what anyone else has told you about "minimum viable product" or what have you. You can force your friends to read it, you can have a program read it aloud to you, you can read it backwards, you can hire someone to line edit your work, you can do some or most of the above, just get it edited. (Additional point: when hiring a professional, if you're happy with the plot, ask for line or copyediting; if you're not sure about plot points, ask for developmental editing; if you just need guidance, you may want to start with an editorial letter.)

Get a cover. You can make one yourself or pay someone to do it. You're going to want it to be about 1600x2500 pixels and 72 dpi. It's good to have a really nice cover, because covers sell books.

Typeset the book. I use Atticus to create an epub file. If you are also doing a print version or you are a control freak, I recommend it. Vellum and Reedsy are about the same, I think. If you have a lot of illustrations--big ones, I mean, not just an author photo--you should beg, borrow, or steal a copy of InDesign. You can use Calibre to compress your output epub file if you want to make sure you earn every available penny. However, my book is 6mb and it is about 8 cents to download. Also, if you're trying to do this on the cheap, you really can just do it in Word. The layout won't be as fancy, but you can do it. (Layout granularity, from least to most granular, is probably Word->Atticus->InDesign.)

If you want to publish under a press name that is not your name, you will need to start a business. Laws around taxes and registration may vary depending on where you are, but in general, you will want to register your name with your state or county registrar (for me, this cost $30 and I had to get a piece of paper notarized). Then you can get a business checking account (for me this part was free--I went through the bank I already have accounts with). In the US, sole proprietorships like this are taxed as pass-through entities, so you will pay personal income taxes on whatever money you make, but you don't have to pay corporate income taxes. If you are publishing books that could possibly get you sued (e.g., The Big Book of Welding While Juggling or Now You're Cooking with Napalm) you may want to form an LLC. Talk to a lawyer.

Open a KDP account. If you hate the Zon and want to only publish somewhere else (Apple Books, Kobo, Barnes and Noble, Smashwords, whatever), that's fine--the process is about the same. If you think you previously had a KDP account and then didn't use it, search your emails etc. to try to find out, because if they figure that out, they'll close both accounts and then you won't get paid.

Add your new title to the catalog (you will need to add metadata, like your name, series name if there is one, and a description of the book) and set the prices. Unless your book is super big, you'll probably earn more if you select the 70% option. For some reason, I changed a few of the prices. If you're planning to publish on several platforms, I don't recommend this--just set your price in one place and then let it convert those. Otherwise, you'll have to reinput everything over and over, because it's in the terms of service that you need to price things the same on Kobo as you do on Amazon (and so on).

Set the day of publication and tell people about it. Like your mom. Your weird aunt who's always so supportive. Your friend who has been listening to you bitch about how hard writing is for the past six months.

???

Profit.

Q: Hey, I want my book in several online stores, not just Amazon.

A: You have a few options. Draft2Digital/Smashwords and IngramSpark both distribute digitally to various places so you only have to set things up once. But they take a cut of the profit for this service. You can also set up independent accounts with each store and upload your stuff.

Q: What happens in step 9?

A: You know. Meet other indie writers and try to gain their trust. Read a lot. Work on the sequel. Get some sleep, because deadlines are exhausting, even self-imposed ones. Learn about advertising. That sort of thing.

Next time, I'll do the paper side of things.

#selfpublishing #self publishing #indie authors #indie publishing #how to #how to publish a book

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danggirlronpa · 5 months

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Merch Monday Wednesday!! Because I finished my certificate course yesterday andnow I have time to be a person who exists again!

[Ko-fi to Support This Project]

Because I've been lower on funds this last month or two, I haven't been able to purchase nearly as much merch lately. (I physically could not stop myself from buying Some of it. I'm mentally ill. Making poor financial decisions about my hyperfixation is my bread and butter.) So this is a collection of merch from probably the start of November! We'll go from the earliest to the most recent.

THIS IS THE STICKER I THOUGHT I LOST. You can buy this here! I actually ended up ordering another one and then having to cancel it when I found the original (it was buried under my bills somehow), and the artist was very sweet! The sticker itself is just fine, especially for how cheap it was, and I love the art on it. The artist has lots of other fun stuff, including a similar Ishimondo sticker, so check out the rest of their shop too!

This is from @drexecutionzine's fundraiser sale! I wanted to get both it and the matching Komaru one, but this was the start of my Financial Woes, so I couldn't swing it. I ended up getting the more blatant Toko's Got Her Crushes print. This one shipped near immediately after I bought it, which assuaged a lot of worries about their shipping in general. I'm so glad they managed to make enough to ship out the zines!! No defects, gorgeous art, Death Trauma - we've got it all!

These prints by @cactuskhee were fully an indulgence buy, because I've both of these in other forms - the left piece in a much smaller bonus art that was for patreon supporters, and the right one as the cover of the DR Bunny Zine - but I loved the left one so left that I wanted a physical version, and I wanted some physical version of the Bunny Zine, even if I couldn't buy the whole thing physically! (It's a fantastic zine with designs uniquely catered to each character; you can find purchase updates here!) Khee's store, komahina.com, is closed for the year, but should reopen again in January - patrons get a notification when it opens and a password to get in a day early, so consider supporting them!

This is a VERY CUTE Irumatsu keychain from @networkink on her Storenvy! It was originally $13, but it's gone down to $6, which was much more affordable for me - and I'm so glad I got it, because it's sooo cute! The back of the art is bumped out against the back, which may be a negative for people who expect their keychains to see a lot of wear and tear, but for me it isn't an issue at all. She's also got a got other ships planned and some really cute general Yuri totes and pins in her store - check her out!

This is one that I was VERY excited about, because I had input into it!! @ariespetal asked on Twitter what pieces people would want to see at prints, and this is one I mentioned in the replies, because it's one of my favorite Tenmiko arts maybe ever. I'm so so excited that she made it available, and bought it the moment it went up. (RIP wallet.) And it was absolutely worth it - it's a very good price considering its size, and it's even more beautiful physically than seeing it digitally! I'd love to get ahold of her Angie print, too, once I have more money. Check out her etsy!

#merch monday #....wednesday #mod merch #tokomaru #irumatsu #tenmiko #art #merch #thh #sdr2 #v3 #i'll come back and tag chars later!

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artthemasquerade · 5 months

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Winter Snow Greeting Cards, Phone Cases and Notebook/Journal Now Available on the Bonschelle Esty Store!

Winter Snow Art Cards, Personalised or Blank, Original Art Card, Single or Pack of 10

❄️☃️❄️Happy Holidays! I have released winter themed greeting cards, phone cases and notebook/journal that make perfect gifts for the winter holiday season! They are available in my Esty store, Bonschelle, right now!❄️☃️❄️

Winter Snow Art Phone Case fits iPhone and Samsung, Biodegradable Phone Case, i14, i13, i12, S22, S21, S20

An eco friendly phone case to fit Samsung phones and iPhones. The design is printed on the back of the case. Choose from one of 3 digital art designs that were inspired by my love of Lolita fashion, gothic vampires and witches and the sheer fun of snow.

Back printed design

Matt finish

100% Biodegradable (bioplastic and bamboo fibre mix)

Free from environmentally damaging phthalates, BPA, cadmium

Fully bodegrades in compost after approximately six months

MagSafe compatible (magnetic ring not included)

Each phone case is printed-to-order, therefore there may be slight differences in the detail placements compared to the images shown.

Please note that different computer monitors may display the colours shown on screen differently, and to that of the printed item.

Dispatch time: 3-5 business days Shipping time: UK: approx. 2-4 business days, USA: approx 3-10 business days, Australia: approx. 3-10 business days

Dance In The Snow, A4, A5, Hardcover Journal Notebook Gift, Ruled, Plain, Graph Paper, Cute Winter Art Journal

Back printed design

Matt finish

100% Biodegradable (bioplastic and bamboo fibre mix)

Free from environmentally damaging phthalates, BPA, cadmium

Fully bodegrades in compost after approximately six months

MagSafe compatible (magnetic ring not included)

Each phone case is printed-to-order, therefore there may be slight differences in the detail placements compared to the images shown.

Please note that different computer monitors may display the colours shown on screen differently, and to that of the printed item.

Dispatch time: 3-5 business days Shipping time: UK: approx. 2-4 business days, USA: approx 3-10 business days, Australia: approx. 3-10 business days

Dance In The Snow, A4, A5, Hardcover Journal Notebook Gift, Ruled, Plain, Graph Paper, Cute Winter Art Journal

This notebook/journal is

A4 or A5 size

64 pages (128 sides)

90gsm paper

Available with ruled, cross hatch graph or blank pages

Cover: satin finish

Accessories not included. Please note that different computer monitors may display the colours slightly different to that of the printed item.

Dispatch time: approx 3-5 business days Shipping time: UK: approx 2-4 business days US: approx 5-15 business days

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monibabsx2 · 6 months

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Archie Benjamin , stitches & Jason maybe if you wanted to

Reacting to a fan edits of their tall alien / human s/o?

😐😈

THIS IS GUNNA BE FUN!! sorry for it being so short it may also be a lil out of character 😭. also archie is canonly shy if he actually likes you 🫶🏾

Jason:

If he had internet access he would be ecstatic about it because it's his s/o.

He finds it so cool and he can't take his eyes off the screen

He falls in love with you all over again

He'd show you and even start dancing around with you giving you little pecks with his mask on

loves the fact that other people think you're just as beautiful as he does

He'd probably get a bit possessive over you and become a little keyboard warrior if they call you theirs or try to claim you

HE WILL track down, doxx, and find someones location if they come for you in the comments. I don't make the rules 😭

Stitches:

Two words "horny fucker"

He would react the same way Gomez does with Mortica speaks French

He'd start howling like a cartoon dog just to prove a point

He'd stare so hard at first taking in every inch of you in those edits

He runs a troll account and has the worst digital foot print when it comes to comments under videos of you

KEYBOARD WARRIOR TILL HE DIES 🗣️‼️

To let people know your his he WILL be like "those" fans with the user "𝖺𝗁-𝗎𝗁𝗁~𝗒/𝗇 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾~"

A whole file of your edits was saved by him for "Research purposes"

Archie Benjamin:

If he even gave you the time of day and you're his s/o he already worships you

The moment he sees those edits he's in a choke hold

He falls down the rabbit hole of your edits and could do it for hours on end

Under that mask his cheeks are red hot

"You're my s/o AND I'M HORNY!!"

he'd be so proud of that joke as he starts to kiss all over your face with his mask off (if he trust you enough to take it off)

He's a corn ball and he'd be so happy about it. There would be and infinite amount of spam comments from him under your post.

HE'D BE SO DOWN BAD but would never have the courage to say it to your face 😭

If you asked him about it he'd pretend like he doesn't know what you're talking about

I hope you enjoyed‼️ MUAH MUAH💋🥹

#archie x reader #hornytheclown #stitches the clown #drive thru 2007 #jason x reader #jason voorhees

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somemismatchedsocks · 21 days

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i saw ur reblog abt how people wonder how an author would write you in a novel

as someone who knows you irl

Socks is a fairly tall person who normally wears casual but stylish outfits, adorning a cute print shirt with a formal jacket or sweater with fun prints. They also wear handcrafted earrings which are adorable and creative. To others they may seem a bit weird but that’s what they’re loved for too. Socks is always ready with an improvised response that always lifts the mood of any conversation. They are fun to be around and always finds the silliest things to say. Literally everyone also enjoys their art, whether it’s jewelry making, digital art, traditional sketches, writing, and even singing. All their jewelry gets hard work, tons of effort, time, and turns out stunning as always. Their digital art lines are smooth and flowy in a way that makes the art look straight out of a fun cartoon. Their traditional sketches always have a cool angle or pose to their characters and it seems to always come naturally to them. They are good at writing descriptive scenes, using beautiful figurative language. As well as suspense scenes that keeps the readers on the edge of their seats just to have the ending they dreaded but loved. While they don’t sing that often, the people who get the chance to be blessed by their beautiful voice never regret or forget it. Matching pitches perfectly, finding the right time to take breaths, and memorizing lyrics quickly. Socks is caring, talented, funny, smart, and well-loved by all their friends.

u can decide whether to post or not but im staying anynymous heheh i know you know who i am

sorry it cant be better its more of a word dump abt how ur amazing than how you would be portrayed in a story 😅😅😅

:oooooo

bro.... Im speechless