My two Hellaverse S/Is

Lycus is the wolf-- he ships with Huskerdust in his sinner version of him and has a huge crush on Queen Bee in his hellhound version.

The satyr doesn't have a name yet-- he's Vox's plaything.

Lycus is especially fun because he interacts with one of my moirail's S/I's very intensely.

He's a good boye. Kinda.

Yan arena beasts/fighters + handler reader. Reader is an average human working at a zoo/shelters abducted and thrown into a life of caring for a galactic tyrant's playthings due to their experience with animals. Not an idea choice for the job, but with everyone who's had the job before being maimed, killed, or worse they were running out of options. Reader does the best with what they're given. They find solitude with the other captives to an extent and some of the more feral creatures remind them of stray cats and dogs they knew back home. They treat those who allow as those same poor creatures out of habit and to cope with their new life. Others are so aggressive they have to be blindfold and sedated to even get close. Reader still tries to comfort them despite the many scratches and bites they receive

A little mix up happens where a warrior meant to fight the big bad of the area had already been slain by the beast. With no alternative, reader gets sent out instead as sacrifice to appease the blood hungry masses. They cower in the corner as the beast's mask is removed, praying their battered body at least gets shipped home so they have a proper burial and their family has some clue to what happened to them. They cast their small dagger away still unable to defend themselves against what they only see as a frightened animal protecting its own skin. The beast lifts them off the ground like a ragdoll holding them high for the crowd to see as its fangs draw from its scarred lips - breaking the band around its wrist that would seal reader's victory.

The beast ties the rope around reader's neck as the announcer declares them victor by default. The crowd boos, but as the beast snaps the neck of one of the guards and throws the limb body into the arena their demands are met. Reader quakes from the sheer disbelief of the whole ordeal, and still being trapped in the beast's arms as it coos. It takes over a dozen guards to get them to separate the two. They try again with another beast reader has care for and the same thing happens. Watching the live footage closely it's clear to experts the skilled fighters allow themselves to get injured to be coddled and tended to by reader. When rations are given they try to feed reader a share of their meals. The number of casualties skyrocket when reader's taken away or new caretakers are introduced. The beasts demand their head pats and ear scratches for their winnings and they want it from one source alone.

-

The emperor is quite amused by this revelation. It perfectly masks his paranoia in the case of his pets rising against him for whatever reason and choosing the earthling as their new overlord which few have spoken of in whispers. He's torn between killing them to null his fears and befriending them to puppeteer his pets craftfully from the shadows. He decides on the latter since getting rid of them would only anger his pets. That and it would be so easy to trick the human with his charms. Few can resist the words and body of a king, after all.

"Y/n, darling, it's so good to see you! So glad you could make it. How have things been, hm?"

"I'd like to go home, please."

"Hahaha! Oh, you're so cute with your little jokes! You may enjoy your meal in due time, but I have a favor to ask of you from a friend to a king. In the case of I don't know - my pets slaughtering my entire legion and storming my castle walls to behead me and crown you ruler - would you pretty please ask them to - not do that?"

"That....sounds like it would be out of my hands."

"Right. Changing subject, you are aware I have been topless this whole conversation and my bed is right behind me. Why haven't you attempted to have your way with me by now? Not saying you could - but you can always try."

The emperor upgrades their room to one right next to his, but they hardly sleep there favoring their time caring for the others and because they'd rather stay there than see him in a state of undress on their mattress. The emperor mimics the cooing that gets wounded beasts extra smothering from their handler, but reader mostly ignores him. He grows jealous seeing them fast asleep in a cell kept warm by the body heat of the battle scarred creatures around them. He's been scarred by attempted assassinations in the past - why doesn't he get cuddles too? Combats this jealously by making a royal decree that reader has to sit with him during every battle and on his lap if they wish to stay out of his sight afterwards. Requests for reader's fredom and hand in marriage and when a champion is chosen are banned almost immediately.

one hundred and one nights (overlord/reader)

summary : reader gets abducted by overlord. he has an infatuation. pairing : overlord (idw) / afab! reader fandom : transformers idw continuity, more than meets the eye rating : e for explicit and mild descriptions of gore & dubious consent, minors don’t interact (mdni!), not safe for work (nsfw!) warnings : descriptions of violence, references to human disembodiment, human!reader, smut, sticky sexual interfacing tags : a lot of references to fairytail / folklore, mostly one-hundred and one nights & this goyard painting.

I. You've heard stories about him. Luna two, Garrus-nine, Hell's point. Albeit not from Swerve, or Chromedome, or Rodimus — that would be ridiculous. Impossible, even, when his name is already non-existent in the space of a ship big enough to fit thousands of Cybertornians. Not even a whisper, as if people were afraid that a slip of his name would be mistaken for a prayer and he would come to life, emerging from the shadowy corners of the Lost Light. Optics, sickly artificial red as they burn holes through the veil. But not even Primus would be as cruel as to materialize Overlord here. At least, you had hoped.

Only several nights before were you and Ratchet discussing him. The doctor knew you deserved an explanation for what transgressed over the weekend with Fort Max, Whirl, and Rung. On who he was, what he has done, and what he will continue to do if his spark wasn't sealed in a white vacuum — serpentine green drowning in nothing. The silence stretched for what felt like years, minutes solidifying themselves midair to bake the air thick. And your mouth was dry, face drained of its color. You didn't ask further, choosing to retreat into your room, where you made the last-minute decision to sleep with the lights on.

It was an irrational fear, you thought. To be afraid of someone light years away, deconstructed and stuffed in a box.

And yet here you are, trapped inside a prison chamber with him — limbs suspended, mouth curled into a grin.

II. It was a stupid accident. A stupid, preventable accident that could have been avoided if everyone had just sat down and listened to the noises Red Alert had been talking about. Their audials would have picked up the voices, the whispers, traveling through a crack big enough for you to slip into. Down the rabbit hole, you fell very slowly before hitting your shoulders square against the crown of Overlord’s head. Slipping ungracefully down an arm, and into the palm of his chained hand. You should have never taken directions from Whirl, because God knows how long it’ll take for the crew members to realize you were gone. And how many seconds left do you have to live, considering that you had conveniently fallen into his grip? A curse. A gift.

“What’s this?” He asked aloud. A dragon waking from his slumber, voice heavy as they echo throughout metal walls, “ Hm. They brought me a plaything.”

You couldn’t speak. Stunned mute as your head barely manages to recover from the impact. The chains rattled slightly, and he squeezed you — yet you were still intact. Surprisingly whole, save not for a few bruises. He says it’s because he’s bored. And that there’s no fun in having you bleed all over when he can’t clean himself up after.

He demanded you to speak and so you did, finding courage in your voice. Yet it sounded so tiny compared to his. And Overlord reveled in this. The more you tried to prove you weren’t afraid the more he’d tighten his grip, horrified to know that this level of self-restraint had (most likely) earned you a broken rib. You wonder what would happen if he had less motivation to keep you alive.

So you became Scheherazade and spoke softly in between trembling breaths. The boiling temperature inside this circular prison may very well be the Sahara, and if you flutter your eyes shut you can hear the sand dunes sing with the wind. And you lay in a dimly lit room with your new husband, spinning him a story so that he won’t plunge his blade past your sternum — the tip of his silver knife shimmering under firelight as they nick your pulse point. Overlord was your Shahryār, yet you wondered if he was just as curious as the prince or if he was too clever to be outwitted by a story. Most likely the latter. Yet maybe he’s just willing to play along, knowing that he will always be the cat, and never the bird. That there’s only one ending — for he has robbed you of your sunrise and conquered all your dusks— so might as well make it count.

III. But maybe Overlord should’ve killed you. He should’ve snapped you in half, and if the sight would have delighted him into a good mood, it would even be painless, quick. Yet instead, he decided that you were worth more than that. This cat wanted to play with his food. Wanted to hear it sing. And so he performed a massacre and took you with him.

At least it spared Chromedome the pain of having Rewind aboard the compartment with Overlord. Instead, he had you. And ever since then you've been drifting, deeper and deeper into darkness. Swallowed by the void of space, where nothing seems to glow brighter than his optics.

IV. You continued telling him stories. It became the only thing you knew how to do, rather than the only thing that kept you alive. You were now at an abandoned spaceport, where your captor sought temporary refuge. It conveniently hovered above the organic civilization living below on Saturn. He jokes about colonizing them, yet you didn't laugh, quietly staring at the man Overlord just squished under his foot. He must've been a routine worker sent to check the premises. He could have alerted the planet below. And could've called for help.

Bile was rising into the back of your throat.

Maybe he came with a friend. Or maybe Overlord had their way with them already. As you silently wept, you turned the other way — opting to blankly stare past the window. You can see his reflection approaching, the metal beneath you tremble with each step. 

" What did I say about your crying?" He crooned, a digit forcefully dragging your chin upwards. You tried to be defiant, to puff out your cheeks and stop your lips from trembling. Yet there was blood on his armor, sprayed across his face. And now there were some on your cheek, wet and sticky, enough to make the tears fall faster.

Then, amid the silence that has crowded the room, between the background hums and noises coming from the machine arose the subtle, clicking noise of a cooling fan. He pushed the tip of his thumb against your bottom lip, the red shade of his optics burning into a deep shade of garnet. 

" Look at me when you cry," He commanded, " I want to see it."

V. You told him a story of the Roman titan who devoured his sons one by one — afraid they’d overthrow him. Eat or be eaten, was that what Megatron thought when he installed a killswitch in his head? You hoped this would flatter him. It did. A little too much.  

VI. You usually don't talk when he's inside of you. When his spike is stretching you almost too painfully, you never make conversation, it is always the sound of your shallow breathing and his indulgent moaning, mingling together in the air. He didn't force you, no. A part of you had wanted this. Out of sheer fear or stress, you're not sure.

Either way, it's safe to say that Overlord doesn't want you dead anytime soon. Yet he's starting to get bored. Or rather, tired, of wanting. Of fighting this internal disgust in himself for ever thinking of having you like this: underneath him, writhing and struggling to have him all the way to the hilt. He has always been more glutton than prideful. And so here you two were, with his mass displaced yet hands still big enough to cover the expanse of your back — thumbs draped against your nipples. Squeezing, circling. His optics leered at the hickeys and bruises loitering your skin. He has a fascination with how they turn purple and bleed red, sometimes blooming into blue before fading. You tell him as long as he's gentle enough not to break anything, he's more than welcome to have you like this. 

As insatiable as he is, that was enough for him.

" If I had known...organics were this pliant. I would have gotten myself a plaything eons ago."

He roughly snapped his hips upwards, dragging you against the berth. 

" Sing for me."

Nothing made sense anymore. Not when he has you by the talons like a wild animal, hunched over to devour its prey. Atoms would condense and cluster and sink onto your skin, crowding you with heat from the brutal pace he's setting. You're afraid he'd snap your hip as he hikes up your right leg. Angling you, using you, to his pleasure. And there is pleasure out of this for you too, molten liquid tightening around your abdomen. So you indulge him. He likes seeing you cry, and so you did. Begging, whining — which only causes him to hold you closer to his chassis. The thrum of his spark against you is loud enough to send you into a headache.  

It's too much. You wanted to say. But you know it's futile. So as you reached your high — spent and overstimulated from this newfound obsession of his — you could do nothing but brace yourself for the rush of trans fluid spilling down your legs. Your cunt, sore and aching as he finally pulls away.

He says you're funner this way. That's the closest thing you'll get to a sunrise.

@heartsbitten said: " Vel...I mean Overlord Velvette has told me about. I find your craftsmanship of angelic based weaponry commendable. " ( velvette shipped ) Lute to Carmilla Carmine

Ah. Velvette's little Exorcist plaything. "I'm surprised she even talks about me." All bad things she was sure.

"I suppose from a former angel I should consider that high praise. Is that all you wanted to tell me or did you seek me out for something else...?"

Why Blitzer works better than Stolitz

Not trying to start a shipping war, but here are my reasonings behind why Blitzer works better as a ship compared to Stoliz.

The last time I was so invested in a ship, it was Entrapdak from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power so if you go back into my archives, you'll see I've wrote several essays about them.

Blitzer strikes as ship that I want to write about because it makes so much sense to me of why these characters are good together. In order to prove my point, I'm going to do a comparison between Blitzo's relationship with Stolas vs his relationship with Striker.

First, let's back up and look at how Blitzo's interactions with Stolas. Based on the pilot, it looks like Blitzo seduced Stolas to steal away the book to get access to the Living World to carry out jobs for Sinners. Afterward, in Episode 1, Stolas makes a deal with Blitzo for him to return the book once a month so Stolas can do his 'job' and in exchange for a night of 'Passionate Fornification"

Therefore, Blitzo's relationship with Stolas is purely transactional. Blitzo hasn't shown any affection for Stolas nor does he seem to enjoy being around Stolas anymore than he has to. Episode 2, when he acts as bodyguard for Stolas, he warns him against trying anything sexual in Loo Loo Land. Everything he does with Stolas is for the sake of keeping the grimoire and for money.

On Stolas's end, he is constantly coming onto Blitzo through open flirtations to very lewd sex talk. Their conversations never stray from the job to Stolas wanting Blitzo nearby for him to flirt and desire.

There's never really moment of them bonding, at least not from Blitzo's end.

Also, every time they are together, Stolas is towering over Blitzo. Let at these scenes.

AAnd another thing to point out is that in each of these scenes, Stolas is either speaking to Blitzo with baby talk or openly lusting for him. He objectifies and infantilizes Blitzo which would bring their vastly different ranks into play. Stolas is a royal prince of the Ars Goetia family while Blitzo is a lowly imp from the lowest rung of Hell. There is an imbalance there.

Not saying that Stolas would ever use his status to sexually assault Blitzo, but he is using what Blitzo needs for his business for sexual favors. Another thing to point out is that in each of these scenes, Blitzo is annoyed or angry with Stolas. He's only there for a means to an end. If he could keep the book without ever seeing Stolas again, he'd do it in a heartbeat. I've seen no signs to indicate otherwise.

Now let's look at the end other end.

The first thing I noticed is Blitzo's reaction when Striker compliments him for opening his own business despite being an imp. At first, Blitzo is taken aback by the compliment as if he wasn't sure if it was a compliment or not and once he thought about it, he proudly accepted it. At first, it went over my head until I rewatched the scene and realized it's the first time we've see Blitzo be praised for his endeavors. Everyone he's met new and from his past had nothing, but insults or complaints about him. For him to receive a compliment for an achievement and not know at first how to take it was actually quite sad.

It could be argued that Striker only said it to get the others to let their guard down, but I think it was genuine.

And when Striker brings up Stolas, Blitzo is quick to inform him that his relationship with Stolas was purely transaction, which it is. Akin to the manner of someone assuring they were 'free'.

After their meeting, they aren't too far away from away from each other.

fLook at their faces! They are wrestling together and loving it. While the montage is supposed to have us focus on Moxxie's failings at the games, it shouldn't be too hard to miss how Blitzo and Striker were able to go neck to neck at the games and even tied for first place together!

What I'm trying to point out is there is an equality between them, mutual respect. Blitzo is able to give as he receives which is the same for Striker. So much so that Blitzo even offers Striker a position at I.M.P, to which Striker accepts, both wanting to work together.

Then we have the confrontation between Blitzo and Striker. Blitzo is justifiably pissed, but he also seems hurt, not because Striker was trying to kill Stolas, but someone he had opened himself to accepting Striker.

Remember, Blitzo sees his business and his employees as family! For him to hire Striker, means he was willing to accept him into his family! He's disappointed and angry, but he is accustomed to being harmed by those he's close to (Robo-Fizz and Verosika).

C'mon, you can't look at this scene and not think there isn't any attraction between them.

I honestly believe Striker's offer to partner up with Blitzo was true based on how well they did together in the competition. They are both physically combative, able to go tie for the games and go toe to toe in a fight.

Let's compare.

Stolas is talking down to Blitzo using baby talk, which he mean as affectionate, but it belittling whereas Striker is on equal terms with Blitzo.

Blitzo is annoyed by Stolas and seems to dislike him.

Blitzo is more intrigued with Striker.

Stolas calls Blitzo, Blitzy which he finds annoying and also refers to him more than once as an imp.

Striker calls Blitzo by his name with the silent O.

The key word is respect. Stolas continues to degrade Blitzo's status by never taking him seriously as an equal. He constantly downgrades Blitzo to that of a pet or a plaything by calling him little imp, talking baby talk to him in the beginning of the episode, and their conversations never extend beyond sexual or their agreement over the grimoire. It's understandable for Stolas, a high ranking royal, to see talk down to Blitzo who is on the lowest rung of Hell's social ladder, but if he's going to expect more than physical relationship, his attitude needs to change.

Whereas, Striker is on the same level with Blitzo, even raising him up by acknowledging him as a skilled assassin and offering a partnership in taking down Overlords to which I believe Blitzo was very tempted by. I can see these two talking shop while planning on taking out a target and a loving relationship to grow from there.

I think in the next few episodes, we're going to see Stolas and Blitzo's relationship come to a head. Especially if Stolas tries to move their relationship beyond what it is now and will get rejected.

Could you please link me to some grandthorki with thorki feelings? I need to distract myself. Thank you!

(when asked what was meant by thorki feelings:) I mean like they have feelings for each other, not just platonic

Sorry for the delayed response, anon!

First, I want to clarify that grandmaster/loki/thor where thor and loki have had feelings for each other is not grandthorki. I can’t control how other people use the ship name on their blog (sadlyyyyy XD XD XD), but on my blog (which is where the ship name first originated so it is technically mine lol, as i like to pretentiously remind people XD), I only refer to grandthorki as its original definition. Any feelings they have for each other develop only because of the dubcon/noncon. In fact, I made the term specifically to avoid fics where thor and loki had past feelings for each other. t_t

In general, it makes me uncomfortable to conflate these two tropes, because they’re very different in their brand of nonconnery to me, and it actually is a squick for me to be expecting “true” grandthorki and have them suddenly end up having feelings for each other. (I’m fine reading it if I already know this is the case though.)

So yeah, just wanted to clarify that because… I realize lately people (not just you, others as well) are misinterpreting. t_t 

Second, since I’m less interested in this type, I don’t have a lot of recs for it, but here are a couple! ^_^ 

Playthings by anonymous

a mob au WIP which is a fic whose updates are spectacular for being written on anon’s cell phone omg. like every chapter brings me such joy!! so much angst! so much self-indulgent reading. i love it. the grandmaster basically makes thor and loki his sex slaves (hashtag mob boss life) - until loki escapes and the truth of their situation comes to light. they never have sex before the grandmaster captures them, but they were shown to have secret feelings for each other

Your Overlords by thorvaenn

a fic that originally satiated my hunger for this threesome. it’s more based on thor and loki and their mutually nonconnish situation, and leaves out most of the grandmaster’s presence. but they definitely have secret feelings for each other

Otherwise, 

love you, but I’m going down by @veliseraptor​ is a fic which kinda can swing this way if you want it to? Loki twists so much of the truth for the Grandmaster’s benefit that it can be left ambiguous whether or not Loki had feelings for thor, especially since it’s in thor’s pov.

also I wrote Brothers of Habit (this can stand on its own if u don’t want the series), which is a fic where they didn’t have feelings for each other beforehand, but they developed true and consensual feelings afterward, and use sex kinda as healing

But other than that, I got nothing, sorry anon! And sorry for our misunderstanding t_t

If anyone has recs for anon, feel free to leave them in comments/reblogs. It’s also possible I just forgot a fic, so chime in if you think a fic fits. :)

Could we get some yandere!Overlord with a human s/o headcannons?

Oh, you mean canon Overlord??????

Overlord is the type who completely obsesses. It takes a lot to catch his interest as more than a disposable plaything; you either have to get the better of him—which requires fighting or tricking him without dying—or be endlessly amusing even in the face of death. If you do manage to meet this criteria, say goodbye to life as you knew it because you’re Overlord’s now. He decided he’s going to keep you and there isn’t really anyone who can stop him.

Overlord prefers the company of someone who has a little fire in them and he tends to do or say or show you disgusting things just to get a reaction from you. He’s the type of guy to loudly offline a mech in the other room, then come back to you two minutes later to pretend to soothe you, brushing his fingers through your hair with their energon still warm on his hands. If you shrink away from him, he just continues to teasingly coo at you and he wins. If you glare and call him a deplorable bastard, he laughs and he still wins.

The only way to really get under his plating is to bring up Megatron but you’re not brave enough to mention him again. Not after the last time. Because pissing off Overlord might be a little victory but the ultimate goal is to escape from him and you can’t very well do that if you’re dead.

So you tolerate him. You play his game. He brushes a thumb against your lip and only bite it when he presses the tip inside your mouth. He leaves your cage unlocked occasionally and you take the bait, falling into his obvious trap as you explore his ship and attempt escape until he inevitably catches you and punishes you, because it keeps him entertained, thus it keeps you alive.

Tips For Participating In Only The Very Best Video Gamings

Galactic hero, a bad overlord, a well-meaning creature, android, ghost. You may be almost everything in a computer game. You can easily fly a ship through room or swim in the seas, yet it's good for understand a couple of things just before you begin gaming to ensure that you're productive. That's what this short article strives to offer you along with. Perform you understand what computer game rankings suggest? In the past, games were actually considered a plaything for kids. 8 ball pool cheats Today, several are actually marketed to grownups as well as are not considered suitable for youngsters. All video games possess their own rating, ranging from EC (which stands for Early Childhood) to AO (which stands for Adults Only). If you are actually buying a ready a person aside from yourself, see to it it is actually age-appropriate. There are a number of websites that you can explore to find out if a game meets certain requirements for the personal computer. This kind of internet site inspections out your computer system to see if it's enough. If you don't like downloading and install everything, delete it when you are actually done. If your youngster plays on a video gaming device connected to the Internet, established their connection settings so you can observe what they do on-line. You will certainly be able to secure your child from visibility to unpleasant information making use of these filter environments. On top of that, you may specify limits on the amount of on the web chat they have access to. Some computer game may inform children. These video games are actually a safe bet for young children. Headlines targeted at much older children or even grownups commonly contain violence or even other satisfied unfit for youngsters. Examine evaluations on the net to view which video games moms and dads are suggesting. Be familiar with the material and also safety and security settings for every games console in your family. You can maintain your child from being actually exposed to dubious information by utilizing these restrictions as well as settings. You can sometimes even individualize the appropriate levels for every individual's specific account to ensure you may delight in titles certainly not suitable for children. While the PS2 isn't one of the most cutting edge unit, this is a wonderful, low-cost console to possess. Likewise, the activities that you will definitely obtain are pretty inexpensive. The additional market possesses a many years's well worth of utilization games readily available for the PS2. Consistently remember protection when kids are actually playing online. Watch who they're enjoying with. Recently, there have been little ones that have been targeted by grownups using on the internet video gaming to converse with all of them. Safeguard your children by only permitting them to participate in online along with good friends. Any type of game you offer your kid must be actually age-appropriate. Thereby, you need to confirm the scores on every game they possess. Violent activities may be one genre to steer clear of. Observe your body system when you're playing video games. A stability ball can really aid strengthen pose while gaming. If you enter into the even more physical games, are sure you flex to begin with, rest typically as well as do not drive your own self as well hard while playing. Considering that you right now possess some exceptional tips on playing computer game, you should have the capacity to carry out anything you want along with all of them. You can easily reside an alternating way of living without all the danger as well as problem included by merely involving your own self in the computer game planet. So, continue to participate in computer game, and have a great time!

Christopher Robin

One of the problems with “Christopher Robin” is right there in the title. Compared to his stuffed playthings, Christopher Robin is the least memorable character in the Hundred Acre Wood-set tales penned by A.A. Milne and illustrated by E. H. Shepard. And we don’t even get him as the imaginative, precocious child overlord of Milne’s stories. Instead, Christopher appears in the guise of 47-year-old Ewan McGregor, a man who, in his own words, has not thought about his old pal Winnie-the-Pooh in thirty years. So why does Pooh, a figment of Christopher’s young imagination, return to him after all these years? Because Disney wants your money, of course. I don’t begrudge their need for greed; I just wish they hadn’t given us yet another movie built on the pseudo-psychological cliché that adults need to reconnect with their childhoods in order to be better adults.

After a brief recap of the most famous moments in Pooh’s history, “Christopher Robin” settles into the present day. Pooh and his friends are living their best lives in the Hundred Acre Wood. They have accepted that Christopher has grown up and moved on to London. We see Pooh change from his pajamas into his familiar and very short red shirt (it’s odd that he wears more clothes to bed than he does when he’s roaming the streets, but I digress). Armed with his usual hungry tummy rumble, Pooh sets off to mooch hunny from his friends, only to find that everyone has mysteriously disappeared.

Meanwhile, in the adult world, we learn that Christopher has grown up, gotten married to a woman named Evelyn (Hayley Atwell) and had a daughter name Madeline (a very good Bronte Carmichael). He works a miserable job in Winslow Luggage Factory and is shown to be a World War II veteran. Whoever thought it was a good idea to put violent war footage of the main character into a children’s film must know more about feel-good kiddie films than I do. But again, I digress.

I dawdle because I don’t want to tell you that Christopher is a rather horrible person. He’s a workaholic who neglects his kid and frowns on any notion of playtime she may be harboring. (His idea of bedtime reading involves history books, not “Treasure Island.”) Despite her pleas, he intends to ship her off to boarding school. Making matters worse, Chris’ marriage is on the rocks because he and Evelyn are not doing that thing I can’t talk about in a review of a children’s movie. Worst of all, the luggage factory is failing financially due to lack of travel after the war, so Christopher must fire a good portion of the factory workers. This last item prevents him from going away for the weekend with his family, who is so used to his broken promises that they don’t even pack him a suitcase.

For reasons unexplained, Pooh needs Christopher to help him find his friends Piglet, Eeyore, Rabbit, Owl, Tigger, Kanga and Roo. So when he shows up in London, having gone through Christopher’s tree in the Hundred Acre Wood, his former benefactor thinks he’s losing his mind. Once he’s accepted the situation, however, Christopher Robin sees Pooh as another problem he doesn’t have time to solve. But unlike Paddington Bear (whose movie is one of this year’s best), Pooh isn’t going to last 45 seconds in London. So Christopher Robin has to personally deliver him back to the Hundred Acre Wood, which requires returning to the same old house where Madeline and Evelyn are vacationing.

The travel scenes, and the return visit to the Hundred Acre Wood, are pleasant enough, with McGregor doing a fine job of credibly selling the reunion between him and his stuffed pals. Each of your favorite characters is brought to life in special effects I thought looked exceptionally creepy, but your mileage may vary. Their personalities remain intact, and McGregor interacts with each of them with an admirable amount of happiness and joy.

This joy is short-lived, of course, because adulthood isn’t all fun and games. In fact, it stinks on ice. Christopher Robin has major league problems that the childlike, innocent Pooh and his crew are just not equipped to handle let alone supplement. That’s my biggest issue here. As a kid, the last thing you probably wanted during playtime was for it to be invaded by adults. Even though the characters are pulled into Christopher’s real-life universe, it feels as if reality has invaded the Hundred Acre Wood and sullied it. The film’s Madeline-led climax, a mad race to save Christopher’s ability to fire people, feels like a case where the children have to raise the adults.

By now, you’re probably saying I should just change my name to OdiEeyore Henderson. And I’m fine with that, because I love Eeyore. He was my favorite character as a kid. My mother used to say I had the hyperactivity of Tigger and the miserableness of Eeyore, which is the nicest thing anyone has ever said about me. My partner in attitude is rendered magnificently by the voice of Brad Garrett. As Eeyore, he gets the best lines, which I would expect from a script co-written by misery specialist Alex Ross Perry, and Garrett digs into them with a hilarious mixture of pathos and pessimism. And Jim Cummings’ voice-work as Pooh is also superb, a warm and cozy nostalgic throwback to Sterling Holloway that’s as comforting as Pooh’s favorite food.

Back in 1991, Steven Spielberg’s “Hook” tried to bring a grown Peter Pan, and all his adult problems, back to Neverland. It was a bad idea despite the fact that Neverland is well-matched with the more messed up parts of the adult male psyche. By contrast, the Hundred Acre Wood—Heffalumps notwithstanding—felt safer and more immune to intrusions from scary adulthood. Even at its most amusing—and there are moments when it is downright hilarious—“Christopher Robin” can’t reconcile its darkness and its light. But if these folks want to write an Eeyore movie that stays firmly planted in the Wood, I’ll be first in line to see it.

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Hello! I was just wondering if you do MTMTE scenarios?? If yes, could I request Fort Max X Mech!Cybertronian s/o? The scenario i had in mind was Overlord coming back on the ship and brutally beating s/o to near death until Fort Max comes to save them?? I know it sounds weird, but nobody else has done it, and i was wondering if you could...?

Everyone were down. There was no rescue coming. Not as long as you knew. You grunted in pain as Overlord lifted you up in the air by your intake and you tried your best to lift yourself up with your hands wrapped around his enormous wrist, but no avail.

“You’re Fortress Maximus’ little plaything, aren’t you? Will you be a good bot and tell me where he is?” He asked voice amused as he watched you struggle for breath. You coughed weakly and grunted in his hold. “Frag you, I don’t know what stuff you have been snorting but it’s obviously bad stuff…!”

Overlord chuckled and with his free hand took a hold of your arm. “Let’s try this again.” That was the only warning you got until a scream of pure pain was torn from your intake as Overlord twisted your arm to an angle that was anything but natural. “Where is Fortress Maximus…?”

You whimpered and whined in pain, taking a painful look at your arm, all twisted and weird and you couldn’t even feel it or twitch servos if you tried. But as you glanced at the smug look in Con’s face you grew defiant again. “In your aft you frag face…!”

Overlord chuckled again and that was the beginning of your torture. You screamed bloody murder with every servo he twisted in your good hand, with every leg he torn apart from your body until he twisted the last remaining arm of yours to even worse angle than the last one.

You panted and whimpered in pain, the pain almost so bad you were about to pass out, but each time that blissful darkness was about to come, Overlord, slapped your cheek so hard your helm hit the wall behind you.

“Tell me where he is and I’ll end your misery…!” Overlord hummed against your face and it took all willpower you had to spit on his face. “Go frag yourself you sicko….!” You growled and Overlord backed up.

He wiped his face, smiling, amused and choked you harder under his hand. You gasped for air as your intake was squeezed shut and Overlord chuckled, feeling your frame growing hot underneath his hand.

“You had your chance. Now you die painfully, alone and-!” He didn’t get to finish. Not with another behemoth body roaring and slamming against Overlord’s body. You were dropped on the ground like a limp ragdoll, but not for long as you were in a manner of seconds picked up and everything was a blur in your optics.

“Don’t worry…! I’ll get you to safety…!” You heard your lover, Fortress Maximus yell at you, but it was more of a promise than a mindless yelling. You smiled slightly through your immense pain and slowly offlined your optics despite his yelling, “No, don’t close your optics! Keep them open! No matter what, please!”

Despite his pleading, you couldn’t do what he asked for you. Slowly, you fell into the darkness…