#some rant

[delta98-idk]

Been thinking about my wip of Latina reader showing Simon how to love mexicanly.

Genetically predisposed to YEARN.

I’ve been thinking about posting the first chapter of my fic. It’s got quite a bit of Spanish dialogue here and there. I think some of the references to my and my characters culture might be a bit niche or even confusing but idk. Might post it tonight.

[roachywoachy]

I got distracted from actual writing again.. uh, not mee.. this was supposed to be a prompt and is roughly the same kind of 'prompt' as the one I'm writing from at the moment.

Prompt writing is not for me.. this was originally from my note app so, have a drabble as I cry about Hook doing Prowl x10 because he definitely probably misses Scrapper because they were close because they are my favorites and Scrapper was a good leader.. crying x100

So I've been thinking.. Cave-in either early IDW where Scrapper still lives or G1 with cute little police bot Prowl. Not sure where–maybe cybertron or some random planet the Autobots and 'cons are fighting on.

Premise is, the constructicons were mining or something down underground and Prowl, Streetwise and whoever were sent to investigate what the ever loving hell the 'cons were doing digging that deep.

Cut forward there's a cave in after a few solar-cycles of ground tremors and shakes, after a few joors turns out Bonecrusher put his detonations down without calculating proper geographical components and the place goes down. Just so happens at the same time Prowl was in the deeper section where they were all congested and was now trapped with the huffy gestalt because of course one of the times 'Crusher blows himself a grave it's dragging all the gestalt under.

Transmissions couldn't get through due to the absolute ground mass, so Prowl was stuck and the gestalt was too busy digging themselves out of the mess they were dragged into and by time they all got their bearings in the tight section. They were barely low on energon but thankfully they were mining for energon, as little as there was.. Mixmaster would be able to stabilize the raw material to consume.

But Prowl had already seized their energon supply with the time he'd had to get his own bearings from having to drag himself out of a pile of rubble. Paint scratched and not looking his best, wing polish scratched down into the sensitive now bare metal of his doorwings that were quivering and needed a new coat soon before his overstimulated, achy frame got worse.

Already huffy when the constructicons came stumbling for their energon that–somehow–survived the demolitists' playtime. Holding his blaster up to the 6 heavy framed gestalt who were equally as beat from cycles of dragging eachother around under tons of rubble. Bonecrusher who took the hit the worse.

They didn't care about the investigative questions spewing from the weakened cop, barely stable himself as his pathetic show of using the energon against the 'cons was found amusing.

After all they were devestator, why should they be scared of some praxian who looked a whole lot worse than them? Whose wings were cut and sensitive to the slightest draft and leaking energon behind from where he had trailed from.

Their main priority wasn't the cop but energon, pushing past and eating down the last of their rations (the only stable energon as Mix couldn't mix until they rested)

Scrapper questioned the dazed cop who was on his aft in the same spot, the most inquisitive of the bunch wondering how the little frame survived.

Prowl was of course pressed that they hadn't even been a tad threatened, did he really look that bad? Sat off to the side, once realizing the dirty gestalt were more focused on downing energon and fixing their own wounds for now. Prowl found himself looking over his own damage in depth, completely seeing how much more of a wreck he was. And how cold he felt now that the adrenaline died down.

Only brought back to a hazy moment when he realized they were looking at him and Scrapper and Hook were speaking to the dizzy cop. The sheer ache in his doorwings hurt so bad he couldn't even feel it, distracting him from the potential danger of 6 'con frames of destruction lazing about.

Pulled out of his processor when a grounding servo prodded a dent in his arm, pulling away from the foreign touch. The medic, simply trying to check the damages when Prowl pulled back as best he could from their stares. Visors all on him.

Scrapper didn't seemed to notice though, kneeling infront of Prowl to get some information from him as Hook was almost force feeding the little amount of energon left over into his intake, grumbling about the mess of energon and how filthy every mech was.

After a few joors of half assed answers and being prodded by a crazy 'con medic that was definitely touching everything that hurt purposely, Scrapper having to drag the conversation back to how they just need to relax and they'll all make it out.. but why did they care about Prowl? Why were they helping him, if not for some gain? To keep as a prisoner of war? He'll have to bolt the second they get out.

After some time Prowl was being cleaned up by the grumbling medic whenever he'd need to restart a repair, Mixmaster and Scavenger who were sorting out their raw energon that they'd mined, along with Longhaul who was groveling about getting out of this pit. Bonecrusher was forced in recharge, having taken the worst of it all. Already patched up by Hook.

It was obvious there was another conversation going on, it was loud with how they hummed and verbally responded as they spoke through their gestalt bond.

When Hook got to Prowl's doorwings he'd seemed to pause, testing the raw metal that got him a scowl and doorwings quivering. The touch would've felt good if his wings weren't already cut through and bloody.

Scrapper helped Prowl for some reason.. Leaning the cop against his heavy chassis as Hook insisted albit harshly that Prowls doorwings needed to be patched up or risk infection or a medical procedure he didn't have the tools to do. So, forced to indluge the medic Prowl found his faceplate against the cold dirty metal of Scrapper, Hook on his backside organizing the little amount of equipment he'd had.

It hurt, the pain was excruciating to have his wings touched with no sort of covering or relaxant. Only straight onto the barest they could be, he didn't know when coolant spilled down his optics onto Scrappers chassis. All he could think about was escaping the pain, digits indenting into Scrappers hip.

Hook only paused when he'd finished wrapping a wound or Scrapper when had to shift the silent panting praxian. It had gone on for what felt like cycles, doorwings fluttering and quivering in thick servos. Occasionally soothing up and down his backstrut because they must've known Barricade was from Praxus aswell, probably had struggled with his own fair share of wounds with Hook who seemed experienced in the more sensitive spots.

After one wing was finished he was given a break, coolant still oozing against Scrapper. Laid almost limp across the larger mech who was speaking with Mix, Scrapper and Longhaul who came along to watch. It's not like they had anything better to do, and watching an autobot stifling sobs in the arms of one of their own? It was amusing to say the least.

After an entire solar-cycle of being tossed in and out of consciousness, numb pain and the excruciating frustration whenever Hook had gone to redo a spot because it wasn't perfect enough.

By the end of it Mixmaster had gotten enough energon processed to feed the half dead cop, oral lubricants and energon leaking from Prowl's intake from the attempted feeding. They had all gotten their own mounts of fuel in no time. Doorwings patched up but still need time to heal through. Leaving Prowl unable to transform until he was better, trapped in a hole with maniacs.. Great.

After passing out in a puddle of his own tears, thankfully they just left him off to recharge.. against Scrapper.. because of course, he couldn't exactly sleep on his backside without irritating freshly cleaned wounds, very very sensitive wounds.

This situation was completely in the left field, the 'cons had fixed his wounds, let him recharge with no more prodding and their teasing was kept to a limit. But then of course what good would he do a corpse, how long will it take to get out of this pit? Where's Streetwise.. Jazz?

[goblinkook]

please, i need someone to look at me the way thorin looks at bilbo ;-; that even in his madness, he still has a weakness.

[stunker]

I cannot look at Taz normally like she's just some cool character because I KNOW she's basically Johnny and devi morphed together. I can't even see or imagine her as their kid, they probably just melted together like slime people and just made Taz. They wouldn't raise Taz, they ARE Taz.

[theveilclan]

Me: *talking about K Project to a friend who don't know and maybe will watch the anime.* Me: So, you just need to be cautious with some... jumpscares that can happen... Also, the Season 1 Ending. Maybe when Neko appears on screen? And when they close up Seri... .... Oh well, but K Project is very interesting!

Also Me: Wow, if K Project was realised today, that could be something, huh....

[kenandeliza]

a prayer request?

one day, i wish to be free of my inferiority complex and jealousy issues

Today, it is beginning to get out of hand, It's getting to the point where I envy someone's writing to be better than i do and my whole day became badly influenced by me constantly comparing myself with other people

Looks?

Art skills?

Writing skills?

Height?

Everything isn't safe at this point...

Heck im not even safe with the mangas and comics I read on my own, i ended up envying the artist's artstyle for each of those mangas and comics

i'm sorry to ask for this, but if it's alright, is there a bible verse that teaches against inferiority complex? Or jealousy issues and how to overcome it?

This is getting ridiculous for me..

Thanks for listening to a stupid rant, chrumblr

[jaletsplay]

There's this artist on DeviantART that has me blocked for over 12 years now. I know I had beef with at least one person on the site formerly known as twitter, but after watching a retrospective from another YouTuber about a sprite series of theirs and seeing how it has fallen off from its greatness, I now realized he won't ever unblock me. He doesn't care about what happens to me after I grew up. I remember years ago I got kicked from the funeral of a Roblox player that I knew nothing about but sent a PM to the host saying that everyone should at least pay their respects; a few hours later the host of the event sent me a note that just said "blah blah blah". If Roblox still allowed swearing, he would have said "Fuck you, I don't care about what you wrote." I got blocked by this person over the stupidest thing. A cringy attempt at self roleplay and mentioning users from fandoms he wasn't interested in. I was a stupid kid in 2012, trying out all the new features and what not. I already made my request to extend the olive branch back in 2022 on my DeviantART page. I even sent a message to him on Twitter. The journal got a few views, but no response. The twitter mention literally left me on read and no action taken. So for probably the last time you would see this from a now grown up 24-year old insistent on trying to bury the hatchet over the incident: I'm sorry.