#lalla

[fuzzylobster]

dude Ricky why you just standing there

[hightide--era]

slow downnnn

[sourstrawberriess]

lalallala have a Ratchet doodle..

Sighs Ratchet my beloved :D (Coughs he's my fave besides Bee and Optimus :3)

i've been drawing him a LOT lately..

sighs... also i can't draw robots for SHIT... anyways :P

[voltrixz]

Doc ock opinions or headcanons plz

He has exactly 7 seconds before I kill him. /j I think the guy is reallllll interesting.

He is trying so hard to shove down his previous weakness, trying to erase it completely. Trying to get rid of any "softness" BUT IT SHOWS IT SHOWS!!! He clearly feels regretful over what happened with Sandman and Rhino and I wonder if he'd ever offer a cure to them?

Anyways I also like how his relationship with Electro mirrors his past relationship with Norman, the cycle!!!! Hurt people hurt people!!! He is becoming the one he despises the most!!! I believe he seems himself in Electro, he sees some of his past obedient pushover self and hates it. He hates it and wants to get rid of it so bad. ALSO ARGH thr fact he just sees Electro as a tool but sees Vulture as an actual teammate.

For hc's I'd sayyy he has some weird gay shit going on with vulture hes more of a wine guy and he has a weird rivalry over team leadership with shocker, ya.

[e1ectricwords]

Caught Soft-Handed

ThunderAella Drabble Word Count: 630 Movie night scene

MASTERLIST RULES

The living room of their shared house looked like it belonged on a double-page spread of a magazine. Proof that even the dreariest of university houses can be turned into a house of luxury if enough money is thrown at it - and it was. When the four of them moved into the house at the start of the year Evergreen had gutted it. Well, she made everyone else gut it, and didn't care about what any landlord would tell her. She pulled together ideas, consolidated with the only other person who cared about interior design, Laxus, and then threw his money at it. Black leather sofas, meticulously placed cushions, and specifically cultivated potted plants. Perfect place for a Friday night. Just the four of them.

The film was paused on an unfortunate frame and the room had that faint student-house background hush in the silence. Evergreen parted first, claiming the need for a toilet break as she peeled herself away from the leather sofa, dressed in plush pyjamas and fuzzy slippers. The pipes hissed in the walls and there was the dull buzz of conversation from the neighbours - always way too loud. Door clicking as Bickslow stepped outside with yet another joint. Freed was the last to leave the room as his phone nearly vibrated itself off the coffee table in the centre of the room - most definitely some course related disaster situation that just needed his attention.

It left Aella and Laxus alone in the living room, with Aella curled into Laxus' side like she belonged there. Which she did. His arm was heavy over her shoulders, hand settling over her upper arm with that quiet, casual dominance, thumb brushing over her in small, warming strokes. She had one leg tucked under herself, sleeves of her cardigan pulled up over her palms. Laxus dipped his head close to where she was resting on his chest. He gave her a look of half-focused softness that no one else got. "Come here."

She went without thinking because somehow only he managed to get that side of her - the one that turned off her head. They shifted and he guided her up until she was straddling his lap, knees bracketing his side. She blinked at him, eye-level despite being on top of him.

Then Laxus Dreyar, six-four and built like a brick shit house, put both hands on her cheeks and gently squished them together. Her lips popped into a pout.

He leaned in closer. A few inches more and their noses would have touched. "How am I meant to be terrifying?" He asked, voice low. She tried to scowl at him. "When I am so in love with you?" Her scowl softened.

His gaze on her warmed and he moved his hands, letting one fall to her waist whilst the other brushed down the side of her cheek and cupped her jaw properly. Aella instinctively leaned into the touch, letting her head tilt and her hair fall over his hand.

"Too pretty," he mumbled, almost to himself. "Too clever." The Russian slipped out of him without thinking. It always did around her - sweetened talk and pet names. Socially oblivious as she is, she knew was this was and let him indulge in being ridiculous with the one person who would never weaponise it against him.

Laxus pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose and the corners of her mouth crinkled into a smile. A sight he could never get tired of.

Bickslow stepped back into the room trailing cold air and surrounded by the musk of smoke, shrugged his hood down and froze. His grin surfaced slowly but surely at the sight of Aella still perched on Laxus' lap. "Oh my God."

"You did not see any of that."

MASTERLIST

[razorbladedinner]

its mail time, my friend

@retrodummy oc maxine

[evilhorse]

What matter? Women are cheap in Himalaya!

(Buck Rogers 2430 A.D. Sunday strip)

[whateverbrunettewants]

Lalla (Lella), Řalla or Řadja is an Amazigh word and title meaning "Lady", "My lady", "Miss." or "Mrs.".

The honorific title Lalla is used all over the countries of the Maghreb , which are Mauritania, Morocco, Algeria, Tunisia, and Libya, to politely address or mention any woman.