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anonymous asked:

Yo, what if Acxa was trying to flirt with him one day but like...he inherited his dad's awkwardness and when he finally realized what Axca was doing after she walked away his hair does that anime poof thing. :3c

I’M HERE FOR THIS

smooth, suave lotor who’s always calm and collected and has his way with words suddenly losing his cool, stuttering and not knowing what to say. because of acxa. like father, like son.

but also, i hc that acxa absolutely sucks at both flirting and picking up on hints, because she tends to brush subtle cues off as meaningless. so if lotor approaches her and stands just a little closer than normal, maybe puts his hand on her shoulder, she’d freeze and start acting extra “professional”, all while blushing behind his back. (his hair visibly deflates lmao)

they suck™ please help them

Sorry for the lack of posts, I’ve been on Amino, whoops.

This was a collab with the hella rad @epherall, they’re super sweet tbh aaaa
I did the sketch/line art on paper and then they made it digital and I sweA R I love this so muchhhh

((This is totally the genderbent southern motherfUCKING DEMOCRATIC REPUBLICANS- *cough* I mean um, Burr, Jefferson, and Madison))

Silent Malice

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This town, much like any town, was like a distant country just waiting to be explored. Silent Hill had stood for 90 years and might stand for 90 more. Silence weighs steadily against the wood of every house and stone of every street. And as the fires burn ever strong below the lamp posts that will never flicker or the doors that will cease their opening and closing rituals of children happily leaving their classrooms, creating its black snow that falls still silent over the every rooftop and every wooden post…not a one could fathom what fueled…or started that fire all the time ago. 

Whatever walked there, walked alone.

A soft groan broke through the cold stillness just on the outskirts of town. A woman, with soft rose hair awakened from a rough, and forced rest. The car that was driven by her dear friend had wrecked into the side of a cliff. She had hit her head pretty hard just against the headrest of her seat. Her side was completely operable…untouched and unclobbered; though the same couldn’t be said for her friend. His side…it was completely abolished! A wreck! And…he wasn’t there. He was gone!

She panicked. Unbuckling her seat belt and unlocked the car door. Pulled the handle on the door and raced out of the car. 

“Val! Val, where are you!?” 
She cringed. Feeling a sharp sting roll over her shoulders. The breeze rolled in like a blade shaving over a wooden log; leading her in the direction of town. She pulled on her coat and looked about her…the street was barren and polluted with fog and falling black snow that tainted her pale face and rose hair. The air felt too thick to breathe in, and each time she would, it would burn her nostrils and her throat immensely; making her cough and need to clear her throat. Looking back down the road where they came. What did we almost hit? I didn’t see anything, she thought. Or is Val just the worst driver she’s ever met? Wiping a little of the fallen ashes from her forehead, mixing with her sweat…she turned back down the road…and began to walk.

She was…completely, and utterly alone. It wasn’t supposed to be like this! He was…only coming with me so…that I wouldn’t be alone…

“Please…Please be alright…Valvatorez. I can’t…lose you as well…” She prayed. It was the most she could do, while she walked.
And there…There was a sign just ahead. Old and worn with paint chipping and fog…oh, so much fog. From here, she could hardly make out the letters…but the closer she approached…there it was. In big letters…

“Welcome to Silent Hill” 
They read.

“Nemo…Can you really still be here? Alone?”

Her fists tightened over her chest, over the crumpled paper that she held so strongly in her hand. A letter…one that she’d received regarding her lover; Nemo. It smelled like him. Like his old cologne…she hadn’t ever forgotten the way he smells or that…smile…
He was here…he’s still in Silent Hill where she wanted so badly to settle down. Her heart sank to her stomach. Stepping back. So filled with fear to press on, but she had to! She had…she had to know! She needed to see Nemo! That’s why she came here in the first place. And now…Even Val went missing…

Am I…selfish for asking him to come along…? 

She took another step, crossing the barrier of the outside world…and a town where whatever walks there, walks alone.

The snow; the ashes…they were falling profusely now. And it looked like the fog…had began to grow thicker. She could hear her own heart beating.

“Nemo…” she whispers to herself.

Giving Gavin Jeremy was more dangerous than Geoff had anticipated. He hadn’t meant to, exactly, had only needed someone to show the new kid the ropes, had trusted that Gavin would throw on his polished shine for long enough to go through the basics before ditching him somewhere. He hadn’t anticipated coming back hours later and seeing the two of them still together, loud and animated in their excitement, Jeremy bright eyed and overeager, Gavin more himself than he normally allowed around strangers.

Maybe that should have set off alarm bells, maybe Geoff should have stepped in and done something about it, but honestly he’d just been feeling fucking relieved. Falling into the highly selective pool of people Gavin has claimed as his own is intense, but it’s better than the alternative, better than unworkable aloofness, awkwardness masked by cold disinterest, or worse, active dislike. Dislike which wouldn’t be expressed, would be kept hidden behind false pleasantry and left festering for months before manifesting in malfunctions and incidents, jammed weapons and disabled break lines. A messy end.

And god it’s not like Geoff had known how far it would go, how one good start would grow into burning buildings and wicked laughter, how the seemingly calm and level-headed Jeremy would only amplify the calamity of Gavin at his most dangerous. The way Jeremy would provide enthusiastic encouragement, an ardent defender for when things got violent, a sounding board for bad ideas, a willing volunteer, and how in return Gavin would lavish him with praise and affection, stolen trinkets and his most dazzling megawatt smile.

They have something like Gavin and Michael’s dynamic, but where Michael draws lines, hauls Gavin back down to earth, tells him to piss off and go do his own thing for a while, Jeremy will bring Gavin the sun. Listens to every madcap idea with a delighted look on his face, as keen to participate as he was the day Geoff hired him, be it a plot to teach a violent rival crew a lesson with a firehose or the unnecessarily risky decision to rob a target while they attend the LSPD’s police ball. Regardless of how badly their last endeavour ended it never takes much more than one of Gavin’s wild grins to have Jeremy dropping whatever he’s doing and following him out the door, the rest of the crew watching on in despair as disturbing phrases like “trained alligator” and “confetti canon bloodbath” drift down the hall.  

Geoff worried. He adores Gavin but he knows him better than anyone, knows it’s his job to read people, to push their buttons and draw out the exact responses he’s looking for; he wouldn’t mess with a crew-mate on purpose but Geoff isn’t entirely sure he’s always conscious of it anymore, and Jeremy is still trying to find his place. Having all of Gavin’s attention is a bit like getting struck by lightning, awesome and terrible and utterly overwhelming, far too easy to lose yourself in. So Geoff has to ask, check a dozen times, determined to make sure his newest hire doesn’t feel compelled, knows his place within the crew doesn’t hinge on his participation in Gavin’s extracurricular activities, that Geoff was the only one who’s orders he actually had to follow.

Every attempt is met with amusement, Jeremy quietly pleased by the concern but firm in his assurance that he’s only playing along because he wants to, that this is all a part of what attracted him to the FAHC in the first place. It took a while for Geoff to see that his fears were unfounded, or at the very least misguided. To recognise that for all Jeremy’s apparent eager naivety in leaping to play a part in the allure of one of Gavin’s plans there was nothing at all innocent about the gleeful look in his eyes, the dark edge in his laugh, the way he pushed and prodded Gavin into plotting bigger and more daring escapades. As much the corruptor as he was the corrupted, an equal partner in the mayhem. And, well. Isn’t that worrying.

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