#counterpunch

[they-hermes]

optimus and punch moments

[godslino]

COUNTERPUNCH | minho series masterlist.

pairing: minho x fem!reader word count: 6.1k (still counting) genre: friends to lovers, boxer!minho, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, eventual smut warnings: themes of anxiety and depression, mentions of therapy, unhealthy methods of coping, side character death, dealing with grief and loss, graphic depictions of injury, swearing, drinking, explicit sexual content (smut tags will be included in every chapter that requires them)

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summary: lee minho, iron fist, gimpo’s pride and joy. at a young age, minho took the boxing world by storm, the youngest south korean national to be expected to win olympic gold. at the peak of his career, just when he thought he had everything figured out, minho’s world shattered. now, one year later, he grapples with the weight of what it means to live a life after loss and fights to find the version of himself that once stood tall inside of the ring.

STATUS: ongoing · · · ♡ TAGLIST: open · · · ♡ LAST UPDATE: 02/18

i. camellias — 6.1k

Changbin stares at him like he’s a bug under a microscope, every little piece of him magnified by a thousand. Suffocating. Minho can’t breathe. He’s not sure he’s ever known how. “I never said you weren’t fine.” The younger boy mumbles. Minho looks up from where he’d been watching a drop of water slide down the side of the stainless steel sink. “I just wanna know how long you’re gonna pretend that everyone around you doesn’t know that you’re hurting, too.”

ii. table for three — coming soon

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[error-core-animations]

I really hope that transformers gets good system rep soon. If they put Swerve in a major show and he was plural, I'd love that so much. TBH I'd be happy with most characters being plural but Swerve's already had some moments that really read as plurality in mtmte/ll so he'd feel like a natural choice. Or! We could bring back Punch/Counterpunch! He's literally already a system!! I'd love to see him in, you know, anything!!

[madame-fear]

𐙚 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇.

─── .✦ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞.

counterpunch · a punch thrown in return for one received.

ೀ amira speaks.ᐟ : for some reason I felt extremely nervous while writing this,, I hope this is what you guys expected for the prologue of Counterpunch??? 🥺🤲 I thought starting it this way would be the best, to, you know, show how they met from moment zero. Already writing chapter one, by the way— I swear I am doing my very best for all of you, my loves. 🫡 ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : ravens come and go, threatens between the blacks and greens come and go, deaths come and go… war comes, and it never goes. you had seen everything; past, present, future. your dreams had shown you almost all about the rise & fall of House Targaryen— which gained you the title of “(y/n) the dreamer”. however, the only one who would attentively listen to your visions was Prince Jacaerys, your childhood best friend. and when war arrives, the only solace you both can find amidst all the conflicts, is in your continously blooming relationship. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 1.0k

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : chaptered series. some angst & fluff in the future, maybe. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Jacaerys Velaryon x Dreamer!Best Friend!Reader.

COUNTERPUNCH MASTERLIST.

The nearly overhwelming silence had been interrupted, as loud baby wails overtook the private chambers; bringing a sigh of relief to anyone who had been witnessing and assisting to your birth.

With a soft cotton muslin, ivory coloured blanket, a maid had gently wrapped your fragile body as you wailed. “It’s a girl, my Lady.” the maid muttered, delicately rocking you on her arms, with the ghost of a wide grin forming at the corner of her lips as she approached your mother to pass you to her. Your mother lovingly took you in her arms, relief washing over her as your wail echoed through the chambers; drops of sweat running across her features after an ardous birthing.

It had been quite a special birth. One that brought several wide smiles to members of your own House, and everyone who had alliances with your House by simply taking a glimpse of your sleeping face, or a brief glimpse into your bright innocent eyes. A birth that, as soon as it was announced, Princess Rhaenyra rushed to visit both you, and your mother— and her arms didn’t go empty, as she took baby Jace, her heir, with her to meet you.

House Targaryen’s close bond and alliance to your House was one that rooted back many, many years ago. The realm’s delight and your mother got along together exceptionally well— with your House vehemently supporting her birthright as the true heir to the Iron Throne, and having known each other as young girls. There was no doubt that the Targaryen princess would be swift in paying your mother — and you, a sweet little babe — a visit, as your own mother had done with the birth of her firstborn son.

Resting on a large, velvet lounge sofa, a tranquil expression was spread all across your mother’s features, with a toothy grin beginning to form on her lips as Rhaenyra returned back the gesture— holding a young Jacaerys in her arms, while your own small body was wrapped in a soft blanket, being held by your mother. “She’s very beautiful, congratulations.” the platinum haired woman spoke, tilting her head slightly as her gaze fixed on your features. Her grin could only increase as you would coo to her, offering a toothless baby smile.

The young Velaryon boy, who was only several moons older than you — almost a year —, innocently copied his mother’s actions; his coffee eyes staring at you with curiousity, as your coos were faintly heard in the background. A chuckle spurred from your mother’s lips, moving down her stare to admire you, using her index finger to delicately caress your cheek. “She is, isn’t she? We have decided to name her (y/n).” in her tone, vibrated a notorious pride. One that could only be understood— you were quite a little gift. A joy.

“Thank you very much, Princess. Especially for taking the time to visit us.” the Targaryen princess softly sat by your mother’s side, allowing a huff to escape from her, as she tried to keep Jace properly in her arms— the boy continuing to curiously look at you. “I could never not visit you... And your little girl now, of course.” she said. A lighthearted mood loomed in the atmosphere almost endearingly, which, felt refreshing for her.

Rhaenyra turned around briefly, directing her stare at the young heir in her arms, “Jace, why don’t you greet (y/n)?” she muttered gently, inciting her son to approach you in any possible way. The firstborn Velaryon could notice your big baby eyes attentively, and curiously, observing him as you kept cooing quietly, enveloped in the warmth of the blankets— his hand immediately waved at you in a kind manner, doing as his mother insisted, kindly smiling at the sight of you. Another faint baby grin appeared on your lips as he waved, while both your mothers observed the interactions you shared together.

“I’m certain they’ll both grow to be close friends. I can tell, already.” your mother remarked to Rhaenyra, gleefully, causing the platinum-haired woman to chuckle in response.

Both of you were practically babies, with mere several moons of difference— and despite having exchanged a simple childish interaction for now, considering how much of a close, strengthened bond your Houses had, it was most likely that you both would almost grow together and meet each other frequently.

Your mother wasn’t wrong at all, when she mentioned that you both would grow to become each other’s close friends— you had grown to be best friends, accompanying one another for every single little thing. Playing together, having the privilege of meeting his younger siblings the moment they were born, being the only ones who would really know your thoughts and feelings, and even rooting for him eagerly whenever you travelled to King’s Landing and watched him swordtrain with Ser Strong.

And the older you grew, the more accompanied you were by each other’s presence constantly. Particularly, during the moments where confusion overwhelmed you at the things you began frequently dreaming of and envisioned as you matured— almost hauntingly, as every experience you lived and went through, everywhere you went to, it seemed as if you had already been there, being left to expect the worst outcome. You had nowhere to run to.

Some referred to you as a dreamer, and others, as a madwoman. The only one who would be there by your side when you felt asphyxiated by visions and dreams, and when blood was shed amidst the growing war for his mother’s usurped Throne, would be the eldest son of Rhaenyra Targaryen.

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[smokyiaony]

Some stuff i drew on last weekends

1 Vinator (i forgot why did i call him this name)

2 blaster and rewind

3 brainstorm

4 punch and counterpunch

[beemochi-art]

I am SOBBING, Poor jazz (but also yay he’s getting better)

that feeling of still loving them but having to put yourself first, despite the internal conflicts of their wrongs and rights— URERGGGGH I am writhing in agony

Introducing idiot 1 and asshole 2. The two morons responsible for bringing us the beautiful and amazing Jazz. Snowcat and Counterpunch.

Wrongs and rights were ingrained into these two’s cores. Snow being loving but too stupid to be gentle with a Sparkling and ends up hurting rather then helping, plus being away all the time. Counterpunch is a real piece of work, very bitter and sometimes just awful towards Jazz, saying things that would permanently stick with him and worst of all leaving him to fend for himself most of the time. However Counterpunch would turn around and protect Jazz with his life, it’s all so confusing for the little guy.

Jazz is very glad he’s not around them anymore but also wishes he was sometimes. But Jazz has a great network of friends, the Autobots and Prowl are his family now. It puts his heart at ease.

[kamille-is-real]

Everything about this is so fucking funny to me

The little eye glint, Counterpunch's voice, the way Galvatron cuts himself off to laugh and then just stops and walks away without saying anything else

[yandereunsolved]

𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚂𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 — 𝚅𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚎 𝚇𝙸𝙸𝙸

Transformers: Headmasters (1987-1988)

cw: mention of major character death