jar of gears

How You Interact: Gear Having a Crush On You

Fic Request: 
“There isn’t much about Gear, so what if he was introduced to someone and catches feelings for them, but panics because he doesn’t know what is happening? Like a list fic or a normal fic?” 

Originally posted by etherax

-The emotions weren’t an instant reaction, Gear started to develop an affection towards you over time. 

-At first he wasn’t sure why his systems sparked every time you smiled. Or why he had to reboot his voice-box whenever you laughed. 

-He found delight in doing things with you. Everything seemed easier when you were nearby, or helping him with his experiments and investigations. 

-Gear even began to tell you things about himself. The words tumbled from his mouth whenever you were interested in something he was doing. 

-He even began to teach you how to calibrate his arm when it had been jarred in a car door.

-Gear only began to question this happiness when he saw you laughing with someone else, and his wires gave a painful tug at his metal heart. 

-He searched into this dark sensation. Looking for clues on the internet, experimenting on his body. Perhaps he was malfunctioning? 

-But he came to the realization after hearing something about human emotions on a television show. Everything he felt towards you was mentioned in this program. 

-How, whenever you were around he was less irritable. His power levels rose when you touched his arm. And when you had to leave, he felt a void in your absence. 

-He felt…love? Adoration?

-He didn’t know how to take this new set of data. And he panicked when he saw you next after coming to this conclusion. 

-Gear tried to escape your presence for a while. Making excuses and avoiding your gaze whenever he could. 

-He’d even go so far as leaping out a window to keep you from seeing him.

-But he began to feel a sense of dread twisting at his wires whenever you got frustrated at him. Or even worse, he heard you cry over his new found “hatred” for you. 

-It didn’t take long for Gear to name himself a coward. Building himself up to confess to you. And readying himself for your anger.

-But the logic in his head had a long list of reasons why you two weren’t compatible. 

-You were mortal for starters. Flesh and bone where he was metal and wire. 
A creature of grace and beauty, and he was a child fumbling around, still learning this new world.

-Even with all the logic whirling about inside his head; Gear found himself at your doorstep one day, confessing his confusion about the new emotion. Revealing why he had avoided you for so long. 

-He expected you to hate him. Reject him at your front door and slam it shut in his face. 

-But instead, you took his hand and tugged him inside with the gentlest of smiles. 

-You sat down and spoke about what he was feeling towards you. He found comfort in your hand as his stroked his thumb over your knuckles. 

-You were warm and soft. 

-When Gear was done explaining, you blushed and stuttered over your words as you said you had feelings towards him as well. But were too scared to approach him since he was so….different. 

-”I thought you’d despise me.” You said with a small smile. “I didn’t want to lose you over some stupid crush.” 

-Gear had to reboot himself twice as his mind shuffled your words into his memory. Sparks flew from his chest cavity as his heart glowed with a new brightness as you said this. 

-Gear suggested that you two take it slow. Give your shared emotions a trial. 

-Gear almost shut down completely when you agreed, braving a peck on his cheek that caused his red eye to flare.

The Star Collector

Prompt: Stardust/Enemies (to Lovers)
Pairing: Sakura/Shisui
This is my first attempt at a @vesperlionheart and @thefreckledone Fluff Friday prompt (and in the Naruto fandom), so let me know what you think!

Sakura adjusted her cloak, pulling it tightly around her. She pulled open her sack, hands rummaging double checking she had everything she needed.

Jars check. Goggles check. Mask check. Extra fairy dust check. Wand…

Sakura paused before sliding her hand down and inside her right boot. With a sigh of relief, she patted her beloved yew branch wand, adjusting her gloves as she looked up. 

It was a clear sky, with the moon full behind her. The clouds had cleared off from the rain earlier that day, leaving the night sky clear and shimmering.

“It’s going to be busy tonight, be extra careful. There’s no doubt that the raiders will be there for sure.”

Sakura glanced up as the crow landed gracefully on her right shoulder. 

“I’m always careful Kakashi. Shouldn’t you be hiding? I thought you were allergic to finishing your paperwork and Shizune will have no problems dragging you back by force.”

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i don’t know what to make of this. i’ve never learned to process your flighty rejections. you push & pull at me like i’m a mislabeled door that you can’t operate & so in my mind there is the possibility that you must covet some guilty hindrance, there are bars between us & i must look especially pretty while begging through the gaps. [insert fetishizing of captivity & denial.] “no” with you has been flexible, elliptic, interrogative, an invitation for contention. “no?” hard limits, “no?” delineation, “no?” rope burns leaving scars on my neck & thighs & arms. “no” means dished out as you like it. “no” means hypothetical positing. “no” translated into spanish is no; in french it is non existent. “no” translated into german is nein which should be harsh but i am a professional anagrammer at heart so really it translates to “nine” as in nine lives as in i have nine chances to hear you say ‘yes’, the word which will absolve & pacify us both in one go. the only certainty i have is that your “no/no?” doesn’t signify “absolutely not” although it would be kinder if it did. because you undressed in my presence & said come on in, the water’s fine! knowing that i wasn’t used to atlantic temperatures. you asked me to live here, you petitioned me into my prerogative because damnit, you love me, but your mouth keeps shaping this dumb word that i always have to rearrange with all my linguistic know-how because your arms say yes, your poems say yes, your friends say yes, your smiles say yes & i can’t fucking process this vacillating recantation, this jarring of gears, this no-but-don’t-go, this no-but-don’t-stay-put

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pyromantic-technin  asked:

☮ Your muse using my muse’s chest as a pillow. (if you are still doing it. pick whichever poor distressed turtle needs the comfort of my ample bosom the most.)

Cuddle Memes. 

19// Donatello // ☮ Your muse using my muse’s chest as a pillow.

Donatello made no attempt to hide his displeasure. He was not having a good day and he did not care who knew it. The genius turtle grumbled as he moved through his lab, not even the exciting projects and studies he had going on were enough to ease his frustrations. He needed to lay down.

Donnie kicked his bedroom door open, the polished wood bounced against the inside wall with a jarring smack. The gear littered across his frame was roughly stripped off and tossed to the side. He paid no mind to the human reclining on his bed, his brain was filled with a vortex of negative emotions and he did not have the energy for pleasantries. 

Once adequately undressed, the turtle moved towards his mattress. The human was granted ample time to move, but she didn’t, so Donatello proceeded to lay on her. Like he did with Mikey, he adjusted his weight so he did not crush the smaller being. He huffed and closed his eyes, the turtle did not realize exactly where his head had fallen, nor would he care if he did. Breasts were very comfortable after all. 


This could potentially be my submission for the Jar of Gears zine, but I don’t know. I tried colouring it in several different ways and am quite frankly sick of looking at it. On the other hand it feels too sketchy and unfinished for a zine like this.

What do you think?