May I Ask A Question?

I wanna request but I don't wanna be a bother 👉👈 -pasta anon

Please do requests UwU (I already had a feeling it was you but let’s pretend your still an Anon.

Pokemon SW/SH Memes Part:2 (Mainly Piers)

I just want to say thank you to all the people who love this funky alien boy! Ya’ll have really boosted my follow count^^!

HIM TRYING TO WAVE

AND HE TURNS BLUE; BLUE MEANS HAPPINESS

AL-AN IS HAPPY

I WAS HERE LAST TIME, WHERE ARE THE REQUESTS YOU DID? WHY ARE THERE STILL 183? WHERE DO YOU POST IT?

ah fuck forgot about all that shit. I was busy reading porn

GO CHECK OUT THIS BEAUTIFUL STORY AND PERSON💖🤭👉👈🥺🖐🏻🥰🅱️👁👄👁

I’ll take care of ya.

@coffee-cupps My First request! Thank you! I hope you enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was rough for you, here on the Tyranny. Nickel knew that. Well, with the big five constantly sneering at you and talking about how weak humans were, it was bound to break anyone. But they wouldn’t hurt you, that Nickel made sure of. You stayed in either her quarters or the medibay. She’d left you on Messatine during their last hunt, just to make sure you were safe. When she came back to her suite, she couldn’t find you. “Y/N?” She said softly, knowing that you were probably hiding again. She heard your sniffles from behind a console, and sat beside it. “Y/N… We’re home.” At 6 feet tall, Nickel was just taller than most humans. But she could still pick you up and hold you close. “I thought you’d left me.” “Ah hon.. Ya know I’d never leave you.” She smiles, wiping your tears with a soft cloth she kept in her subspace. “Why? I want to go home…” Home, meaning Earth. Back to that filthy little organic planet. The only good thing that came from that planet, was you. “Ya know I can’t do that, sweetspark. The boys won’t let me. They’d have you caught again before you could make it somewhere safe.” She said, wiping your tears again. They’d picked you up when they’d taken some poor sap’s name from the list. They were smuggling you to some exotic pet trade. “I’ll take care of ya. You know?” “Thank you, Nickel.” “Y/N?” “Yeah?” “I won’t let them hurt you.”

Hi! Can you do a scenario where bot s/o is comfronting sad rung? He was forgotten (again) and this time it was just a breaking point? Like the reader is just giving cuddles, comfronting words ect.

Yes.

I will write.

I must write.

I personally love Rung angst, it’s weird but I love it so much. So, here is Rung absolutely losing his shit. Also, I made reader gender neutral, your welcome UwU. I might make this a longer story because I like the name and how it ended.

Rung X Bot! Reader: Cords

Keywords:

Y/N= Your Name

O/C= Optic Color

P/C= Primary Color

S/C= Secondary Color

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Anger. A feeling he was so foreign too as he aggressively pushed a large stack of paper onto the once spotless floor. Anxiety. A feeling that was crawling up inside his chest plaiting. He should be immune to it, due to what he does for a living. But he was wrong. Self-doubt. He was great, right? He was worth something. Was he? Who was he again? Is he good enough? I don’t know. Loneliness. The one emotion he was used too. So why was he acting like this? Why lash out at something he knew would happen. He could barely see through his angry haze as he pushed another stack of paperwork to the floor, stray papers drifting in the room. He snarled, glancing at the scattered paper before he made his way to his birth, hot tears flowing down his faceplate as he kept his dermas bared. He sat, ex-venting as he slowly began to see again. And that’s when it hit. He stared at his now trashed habsuit in utter horror. Had he done this? How could he let himself get out of control?? What was wrong with him?! His shoulder plaiting shifting downward as he rested his helm on his servos and cried silently, leaving himself to deal with his own monsters. Or so he though before a warm touch on his shoulder shocked him back into reality. He onlined his optics as he was met with O/C ones. There was a dip in his birth as he guessed his visitor must have sat next to him. The P/C servo moved from his shoulder down to his back struts, giving comforting rubs as Rung leaned into their touch. “It’s ok”. A voice spoke, smooth as silk and light as a feather. “It will be ok”. It spoke again, erasing any doubt that would try to dig into his broken down mind. That voice was a lifeline. And he knew it belonged to sweet Y/N. Before he was able to realize or question what was going on, he was pulled into the newcomer’s P/C and S/C chest. They held him close, giving him comforting rubs and whispered calming words near his audio receptors. He broke. He couldn’t even pretend to hold it is as he burst into tears in the other’s chest. Y/N hated to see him like this, and has only been there one other time when he had these breakdowns. It breaks their spark to see someone so loving and caring to be broken down into a wallowing mess. He never deserved to feel this way or to be forgotten after all that the old god had done. He had saved Cybertron more times than most can count for Primus sakes! If only Whirl and the others could see that, like you did. His crying had abruptly stopped as he looked at you with beautiful teary optics. Wait. Did you say all of that out loud? In front of him? A small smile grazed his dermas as he moved his hand to cup your cheek. Welp. You sat there, scared as hell and a blushing mess. He didn’t seem to mind nor’ care as he leaned in slowly and gently rested his dermas on your’s. You where starstruck. He was so perfect and his kisses just prove the fact even more. After a second or two, he moved away, rubbing the back of his servo on his optics. “Wow”. Really? That’s all you could say right now? Rung let out the smallest chuckle, and leaned his helm against your chest armor again, venting softly. “Thank you Y/N”. There it was. The voice of god (literally-). You could melt from the smoothness of his voice. It was the perfect cord to any song. The perfect cord for your song.

Pokemon SW/SH Memes Part:3 (Mainly Allister)

I tried to add as much credit as I can, I didn’t make these so all credit goes to the makers because they spread joy.

@bromomentum’s AU but in memes that I have created in a day.

WARNING: DANK MEMES AHEAD!!!!

Note: If this gets over 100 notes, I’ll make a part two. And the memes in part two will be hand drawn.

Byakuya X GN! Reader

{🪷Marriage Proposal🪷}

[In which Byakuya asks your hand in marriage…]

I love this man. Enjoy my newest brain rot. I’ll get requests done soon, I’m mainly wanting to write for Toshiro and Byakuya.

Warnings:

None

Byakuya Kuchiki was a vision of moonlight and stardust, a noble figure in all his finery. He stood tall, as though his kenseikan weighed him down with the heavy burden of honor and duty he bore. His skin glowed like polished ivory in the pale light of the Soul Society and his eyes shone brighter than any star even when casted to the ground the mortals walked.

You were the one person that could make him feel something he hadn't felt in such a long time; joy. He finally felt like he belonged somewhere and that was with you. Every day filled with laughter, smiles and love replaced the dullness of his life before. With you, he didn't have to be alone anymore and for once in his life, it felt like everything was going to be alright.

Time flew by and soon everyone around you knew that the you were meant for each other. You two started making plans for their future, wanting to build a life together that would be full of love, laughter and joy. Both of you were sure this was what you wanted.

Byakuya wanted to marry you. He had never felt more sure of anything in his life. He knew that as long as you were by his side, he could face anything the world might throw at him. He wanted to show his love for you in a way that would last forever, so he asked your father for permission to marry you.

Your father was a quiet man but nevertheless, he could see the depth of Byakuya's love and care for you and gave him his blessing.

Byakuya made sure everything was perfect before asking you to marry him. Byakuya Kuchiki, resplendent in the noble regalia of the Kuchikis, was going to ask you to marry him on March 13, the first day of the Cherry blossom season for the world of the living.

On that fateful day, Byakuya finally asked for your hand in marriage. You felt overwhelmed with emotion; it was clear to you that this man was truly devoted to you and would love and care for you forever.

Byakuya could see the joy radiating from your face as he took out a little box from his pocket, revealing a beautiful cherry blossom-shaped diamond ring. You smiled and without warning, tears started to stream down your face as you silently nodded in agreement.

The two of you were wed a few weeks later under the cherry blossoms. Despite the time constraints, Byakuya had put together a grand ceremony that was filled with wonder and joy. The newlyweds danced all night beneath the soft petals of the cherry blossoms.

‘Nuff said.