it’s unfortunate that (some) people in fandom spaces are starting to get too comfortable complaining and being rude to writers and artists who create contents they personally don’t like (“why are you making this character a top when he’s obviously a bottom? omg do you even understand his character?” “I’m so sick of seeing fan art and fanfic where this character is portrayed as a sadist when he’s actually misunderstood in my opinions, therefore anyone who disagrees with me is wrong and should be shamed” just to name a few I’ve seen) instead of curating their own fandom experiences by engaging only with contents they do like.
you want more fics where (x) is written in this specific way? either write one yourself or politely expressing your opinion about how you hope there will be more fics where (x) is written in this specific way instead of making fandom a toxic place by being rude to writers and artists who dare make contents that are not to your Personal Liking.
if the universe does not revolve around you, strangers and fandom spaces don’t have to cater exclusively to your personal preferences either.
to all my beloved writers and artists, write whatever you want, draw whatever you want. portray that character in whichever way you want to portray. I hope you have fun doing what you love. don’t let anybody tell you what you can or can’t do with the blorbo. go wild. I will always support you
I don't understand why people make such a big deal about fanfics. Let.The.People.Write. I think it's better having some OOC fanfic made by a REAL person than some AI slop.
Since some of you guys begged, here's MORE human Vincent in a shark onesie! Btw I see you guys using my first Vincent shark edit post as a reaction picture on tiktok lol I love it and here you guys go, more.
This is the dumbest thing I've ever done ngl but I hate to admit that I did enjoyed doing this LMAO
Head cannon: I watched The Loved Ones (2009) and thought "this is the kind of movie Pete likes to watch for fun and to jerk off". I don't know how to explain this but the movie has a lot of gore and mutilation and Pete is the only kind of person who will like and feel freak for the scenes where lola tortures Brent (besides in the movie has scenes where Brents show us he has fresh cuts, and after that he start to be freak inside the car with his gf)
I think Pete would also have a crush on Brent and Lola since they are both crazy and ruthless in their revenge (plus they are hot). I also think the ending of the movie would piss Pete off but it would leave him stuck in the feeling of the movie's message and the feeling of the way Lola died since he also hated the character because their attitudes were hateful but at the same time incredible way the how she was a psychopath. I think Brent would be that movie crush that you feel sorry for, that you find him pretty an sexy, that made Pete wonder too much and want more of Brent's life. (Sorry for my english)
(posting again because the other text was HORRIBLE)
When you and Pete started dating, he had very mixed feelings about your body. Feelings he usually voiced out. He loved to joke and poke fun at your body. Either it be your thighs or love handles. He was a douche! it was bound to happen.
“You plan on fishing with those fish nets tubby?”
His words would hurt. You’re his girlfriend! What makes him think he can talk to you like that?
“Oh calm down,, jeeesh,, you women and your feelins,”
A part of you knew he was just trying to show off for the club, but it still pissed you off when he said things like that.
He’d be very smug, till his consequences caught up to him.
He’d be itching, gnawing to touch you when you’re alone, and you wouldn’t let him.
“Ccm—cmon— I’m sorryy.. I won’t joke like ‘dat again ..”
He’ll beg for you to forgive him.
“Please… I—I love ya’ body.. Ii-i mean it!”
Ache for your recognition
And you’ll love every second of it.
“Gahd’— yer treating me like a damn dog.. please.. I I won’t joke about you—ggnnhhh.. ever again.. please..”
You manage to stoop this prideful little shit down a few notches.
And he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying every damn second of it.
He’ll whimper, and whine. (it’s as pitiful as it sounds,)
Once you finally pay attention to him,, he’ll nibble on all your exposed skin, kiss, and apologize, even though you technically already forgave him.
And you already know, he’ll do everything again tomorrow.
Joke the same jokes,
Say the same things,
And strangely, you don’t mind.
Because you know you’ll get your chance to twirl him around your finger, and have him on his knees, begging for your forgiveness.
Ples don’t bite my fingers this is my first time writing 💔
Can you rec your favorite tfp x tfa fics? Or your favorite tfp fics? Or your favorite tfa fics?
for tfa x tfp
"across space and prime"
a tfp x tfa crossover fic where sentinel, optimus and blackarachnia get transported to the tfp universe after a transwarp incident, updates are pretty slow but I really enjpy whats been put out so far
"Learning from a prime"
its basically a reaction fic where the tfa bots react to the tfp verse, only two chapters so far but I like it a lot
for tfp
"Carlottaprime"
putting this person's account as a whole cause i loove all their fics, especially not a prime situation and changing primeiorities
"how to school a mech"
one of my favorite optiratch fanfics, the worldbuilding and story is amazing and i love it
"the song forever calling"
very bumblebee and optimus father and son centered, i binged this on a late night and it made me cry, reccomend it
Can you rec your favorite tfp x tfa fics? Or your favorite tfp fics? Or your favorite tfa fics?
for tfa x tfp
"across space and prime"
a tfp x tfa crossover fic where sentinel, optimus and blackarachnia get transported to the tfp universe after a transwarp incident, updates are pretty slow but I really enjpy whats been put out so far
"Learning from a prime"
its basically a reaction fic where the tfa bots react to the tfp verse, only two chapters so far but I like it a lot
for tfp
"Carlottaprime"
putting this person's account as a whole cause i loove all their fics, especially not a prime situation and changing primeiorities
"how to school a mech"
one of my favorite optiratch fanfics, the worldbuilding and story is amazing and i love it
"the song forever calling"
very bumblebee and optimus father and son centered, i binged this on a late night and it made me cry, reccomend it
One, two, three, four… that’s how many times you tentatively pressed your lips against Alastor’s cheek until he stirred awake. It was late, about 3 AM, give or take, but you just couldn’t sleep after he took you out to watch a particularly frightening film earlier in celebration of Halloween... and with it being the witching hour, every creak, every groan, and every minuscule noise that resounded throughout the aging house your dear husband inherited from his departed mother made you all the less willing to close your eyes.
“Is something the matter, sweetheart?” Alastor eventually rasped, an apologetic smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you watched his pupils dilate to adjust to the darkness, but he couldn’t see all that well anyway. “Can’t sleep, I presume?”
With an abashed nod, you shuffled closer to him, tossing your arms around his waist and bringing your bodies flush together, your cold nose pressing against the hollow of his throat. He returned your embrace almost instinctively, his knee nestling in the space between your legs as his hands traveled past your nightgown without an ounce of shame. But it was perfect—the way he firmly squeezed your hips and melded to your smaller frame with his larger one like a puzzle piece. He was perfect.
Or so that’s what you thought.
“Pray tell, how could you allow some…” Alastor murmured into your hair, slender fingers delicately tracing the fine curvature of your body, moving up and up and up… till they arrived at the supple flesh beneath your breasts, “…silly little phobia to keep you awake?”
Your eyes fluttered shut with a breathy sigh, nails haphazardly raking up his sides in response to the tantalizing manner in which he thumbed at one your nipples. His other hand slid up the back of your neck, grasping a handful of your hair and pulling your head back ever so gently. Unbelievable—he tutted, and you would have felt even more embarrassed if he hadn’t nipped at the column of your throat… or made his arousal known to you, his hardening erection bumping against your clit oh-so perfectly.
One, two, three, four… that’s how many times Alastor nipped at you, his teeth leaving tiny bruises on your skin almost in revenge for rising him from such a peaceful slumber. And even though he believed your reason to be rather childish in nature, he wouldn’t allow you to suffer for any longer than you already had; so he pushed you down onto the mattress, a hand dipping into your panties with the intention of melting away the fear in your body. Your lips parted in gratification—much like your legs did—hole fluttering at the delicate press of his fingers.
“It’s more of a fear of the unknown,” You admitted with a sheepishness that had Alastor chuckling, but only for a moment, his attention quickly stolen by the sticky sound of his fingers circulating your clit. “Not… knowing what… malevolent being may be lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.”
Hmph—that was the only thing he was able to muster as he picked up the pace; and while he couldn’t see you all that well, he could feel your cunt flutter, and he could hear the sheets rustle with every twist and turn of your body. But before you could come undone at a meager rubbing, he abandoned your clit and trailed his slick-drenched fingers down your folds, pushing past them and into your neglected hole, eliciting a pleasured cry from you. A deep groan reverberated throughout his chest as your walls enveloped three of his fingers in a warm, wet, tight embrace—and effortlessly, too.
“Hand me my glasses, won’t you?” As soon as those words left Alastor’s mouth, you stretched an arm towards the nightstand on his side of the bed. “Anyway, there are more things that are worth fearing in this world, sweetheart. Not some invisible force such as a spirit.”
“Like the Bayou Butcher?” You innocently asked between bouts of pants, your hand desperately searching for his glasses in the darkness… all while his hand searched for that velvety spot in your walls that had you coming undone in no time. “I don’t want to end up in a gator’s stomach.”
“I suppose,” Alastor responded rather curtly, but you were far too lost in your pleasure to take notice of that, “Although, I wouldn’t fear them either,” He continued, the truth almost tumbling from his lips, “So long as I live, you don’t have to worry about a gruesome demise befalling you.”
At least that little bit he added towards the end was truthful, but because you didn’t know that, you chose to shrug it off. Your husband was a hunter, and you vividly recalled the way he effortlessly took down a stag with a singular bullet as you finally located his glasses, including the unrelenting strength he had in his muscles to carry it back on the way home. Still, you refused to believe he could assure your safety from a literal serial killer, the same one that had been tormenting New Orleans for quite some time already.
Alastor knew by the slow and tentative nod of your head as he put on his glasses that you doubted him, but he couldn’t do anything else to prove himself. So, he curled his fingers and assaulted that spot in your walls with a feverishness that had you writhing and moaning almost instantaneously, his palm moving against your swollen clit. He loomed over you almost menacingly as he fucked you with his hand, watching your back delicately arch up towards him, your hardened nipples peaking through the thin fabric of your nightgown.
But the squelching from your cunt… oh, that was what made Alastor’s self-control snap. He pulled his hand out of you before you could finish, and you would have whined at the loss if he hadn’t pulled down his pajama pants so hastily, the sound of his weeping cock smacking against his toned stomach making your hole flutter with anticipation rather than disappointment. But as he flipped you onto your stomach and pulled your slick-drenched panties to the side, exposing your cunt to the cool air, he leaned in and nosed at your shoulder with a few more words.
“I meant what I said,” His lips moved against you as he grasped the flesh of your hip with one hand, the other moving the head of his cock up and down your folds, lathering himself with your slick. “If I can kill a stag, I can definitely kill a man… “ He continued, finally pushing into you, your face falling into the pillow, “…to ensure your safety, of course.”
Your dear husband would kill a man to ensure your safety, how… nice, you thought, communicating your appreciation by pushing your hips back with a nod that was much for firm and reassuring. A deep groan caressed your ear as you forced Alastor to bottom out, his cock kissing your cervix; and while he was well aware of the fact that you didn’t doubt him any less, he held onto you with a force that would surely leave bruises come morning, pulling his cock completely out of your cunt before slamming back into you.
And he repeated this over and over again, unconsciously taking his frustration out on your poor cunt—for waking him up over some silly little fear of ghosts, and for especially doubting his ability to take a human being’s life. However, he supposed that you would eventually find out the harrowing truth behind his late-night shifts at the radio station as he reached down to rub at your swollen clit, encouraging you to come undone alongside him.
“No more horror films from now on, you hear me?” Alastor stated as he went to plant a gentle kiss on your shoulder, his cock pulsating inside of your fluttering walls. But you swiftly turned your head to the side and captured his lips. “Oh, you cheeky little thing,” He murmured into your mouth, whatever frustration he previously felt completely forgotten.
C/TW: swearing, suggested one night stands but barely, use of (Y/N), use of the word “gown” but reader written as GN. Kinda cheesy (sorry). Also not good (again, sorry).
In which Vox thinks he could do better and dumps you.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Vox was an insecure person at heart. He hid it with his egotistical asshole self but most people who knew him on some personal level knew that his ego was fragile and his insecurities were a seemingly endless list.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ One thing he had remained secure on though was you. The diamond of his eye, the light in the dark, the one thing that kept him in line even at his most vulnerable and defensive.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Of course, that security started to crack the more his power and influence grew. He kept you by his side a lot as his plus one to any event that himself and other overlords were often attending too. Product launches, gala’s, balls, big business parties, ect ect.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ However private or public your relationship was before you started being escorted around on him arm at these events, you certainly had the publics attention now.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ At first, Vox tried to keep anything negative said about you and your relationship offline as much as possible—even enlisting the help of Velvette at some point. He didn’t need or want any low life sinners and hellborns disrespecting his s/o and relationship.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ But again, his ego is fragile which makes getting to his insecurities all the more easy to access. As he deleted as much negative opinions on you and your relationship as he could, he found his mind wondering back to the comments. To the threads people made, to the posts, memes, ect
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He’s a big, successful hotshot. He’s one of the most wealthiest and influential people in the Pride ring. You however? Yeah, safe to say Vox is out of your league. You both knew this but never seriously acknowledged it. When it was acknowledged, it was Vox comforting you and promising and that no matter what you’d always be equals—regardless of who’s bringing home the dough.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ You noticed that began to change however. It was decently subtle at first. Vox wanting you to wear more glamorous clothing at high profile events. Okay that’s fine… it is appropriate to look high class in these social events. But then he wanted to change your at home comfy wardrobe to bring more…fashionably rich? Like you’re some basketball spouse who’s always gonna be on camera and needs to look the absolute best, wealthiest, and professionally put together person—even on a lazy Friday evening!
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Then their was how he wanted you talk, how he wanted you to walk, how he wanted you to act, ect ect
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ This of course upset you but what really ticked you off was when you’d find out about his use of his hypnotic eye. He’s always promised to never use it on you. And you always believed him. But things were different now. Too different and it wasn’t a good kind. At least for your relationship.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ When the subject was approached however, instead of talking it out like adults and listening to each other, a bigger rift was formed.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He dumped you.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ You couldn’t even question if you were good enough because you both knew the answer; you weren’t good enough.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ You refused to cry as you packed up your things from your shared bedroom. As much as you wanted to, you knew what kind of man Vox was to people who weren’t his beloved—of which you no longer held that title. He’s likely smirking as he watches you pack up, every monitor in his office showcasing a live video feed of his room. You tried to avoid showing your face to the visible cameras but Vox has always been a sneaky bastard—he probably has a couple hidden about.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ In truth he was smirking behind the cameras. How could he not? Look at you… looking all sad. It makes him chuckle.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ You didn’t think this would last eternity, did you? He’s Vox; CEO, celebrity status, and one of the most fearsome overlords in all of Pride. He’s all about ditching the old and embracing the new. It’s time for a change.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ That’s what he’d tell himself to hype himself up some days.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He’s a great manipulator, so much so that he manipulated himself into thinking he’s just fine without you. You made no difference whether you were there or not. VoxTek is thriving as usual, all their creative and business endeavours are working out, he’s at the top of his game, everyone either wants to be him or fuck him—lives great. And he’s single now too!
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He put that to good use.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Only no matter how much tail he got, how good it may feel to not be so alone in bed all the time, how much it fed some part of his ego…it didn’t feel like he was living the life.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Well of course he is! He’s rich, famous, respected, feared, and attractive. What more can anyone ask for?
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Sometimes he stalks your new home with his cameras. You know, to see if you’re coming home safe at night.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Your new place is small. It’s definitely a downgrade from the penthouse you used to live in with Vox.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Vox tries to use that fact as a reason to smirk and chuckle at how you’ve fallen—but it feels so forced and empty. So a laugh kind of comes out pathetically as he looks over the screens with a distant and sad look in his eyes.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Are those the groceries you’re able to afford? That’s…not as much. Though it could be because you’re single and just eating for one, right?
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ …right?
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ As your door locks, and the lights turn off, and Vox—through your phone—checks you’ve gone to bed, he powers off in his chair.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Please…don’t be in love with someone else.
Velvette huffs as she turns off her phone. Stupid marketing team—making her look like an idiot sometimes. She shakes her head before stepping off the elevator pad.
She glances at the comedically large monitor set up and rolls her eyes. Seems he’s fallen asleep here yet again.
“Always making me clean up your mess.” The doll grumbles, throwing the empty takeout containers into a trash can. Vox by this point is already powered off to sleep for the night though, but she knows him enough that he’s likely recording everything that’s happening so she holds back on berating him as he sleeps. She does not want to deal with a prissy Vox in the morning.
Velvette turns his large chair around, intending to grab him and return him to his room, but stops. On his screen is a video feed. Well, not exactly a video feed. Is this…?
“No fucking way.” The fashionista gasps to herself quietly.
She’s heard that sometimes Vox’s dreams will play on his screen but has never actually seen for herself. She’s had to lug Vox to his bed a handful of times since he dumped you but all those times the screens always just been turned off. Vox doesn’t dream much, he just powers off and sleeps until he boots up. But it does happen apparently.
The pinkette stares at Vox’s screen, curious to know what this threatening overlord dreams of. More money? More ways to hurt to people? Defeating and killing Alastor? To Velvette’s surprise though, a familiar face pops up.
It’s them.
(Y/n), was it?
Velvette didn’t really interact with you much. She had her own empire to run and Vox was weirdly protective of you. She knew of your relationship and the break up but never cared to really get into it. As much as she lives for the drama, anything involving her fellow Vee’s was just a headache so she didn’t usually bother.
She knew he was hung up on you. It wasn’t hard to tell no matter how much Vox tried to make it seem like everything’s fine. Locking yourself in your office and being too afraid to go into your penthouse because “(Y/n)’s not there”—a drunk confession he grumbled during a drunk night out with the Vee’s—is not subtle,Vox.
“Hey—that looks like a gown I designed.” Velvette muses to herself.
For on the screen, the very dream Vox is happily lost in right now, is the very person he dumped 3 months ago, wearing a beautiful wedding gown.
They’re wrapped up in Vox’s arms and he does not seem like he wants to ever let them ago.
If only Vox never let you go.
TMI—so I’m like a depressed person and it’s hard to write angst when all I feel at my lowest is literally nothing. Sorry. Tried my best lol
you ever think about how vox technically never physically leaves the v tower in the entirety of season 1 LMAO
like for velvette and val we at least saw them go to places outside the tower
but vox? episode 2: v tower, episode 4: v tower, episode 8: v tower. this guy has not physically stepped outside at all. and even when it LOOKED like he did
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