#I need to recharge and get away for awhile

[vispera-sabbath]

Hiatus

I'm taking a short break from here. Wishing all my mutuals a plentiful and cool and safe summer. ✌🏼 Until next time.

- Chels.

[revelboo]

hey, im the anon that originally asked for bluestreak content and i wanna thank you- reading what you've written for him has gotten me through so much these past few months. i picked up some scans of mtmte awhile back and was looking through some for drawing references of the scavengers and i! didnt!!! know that he dies!!! and when i say it hit me really hard it hit me ufckin hard and just. i asked about him not knowing much about him outside of him liking movies nstuff, initially, and you fleshed him out to the point that my chest physically ached for awhile after finding that out last night. hes come to mean a lot to me in a short amount of time and ALL THIS TO SAY: TLDR: your grasp on character writing and world building is impeccable, its made me want to create- like REALLY create, drawing and writing both- for the first time in awhile- like picking it back up i mean. thank you, and take care of yourself this holiday, alright?

He’s a character that I’ve always liked. The chatterbox sniper that can’t stop talking. I’ve always figured the nervous chatter was a stress thing for him.

I’m glad you like my writing and if it makes you happy to create, please do

Where I Belong Pt 9

Bluestreak x Reader

• Anxiety cranking through him as he leans on Smokescreen and tries to keep his other hand on your legs where you’d perched yourself on his shoulder, he makes his slow, careful way to medbay. Wishes you wouldn't sit up there, because it spins him tight with the fear that you'll fall, and he won't be able to catch you in time. Especially now. You never seem to realize how small or breakable you are and it amazes and terrifies him. “Your human’s scary,” Smokescreen whispers and you make a noise suspiciously like a laugh. He’d never seen you so angry as when you'd demanded Smokescreen come back and take him to medbay, but scary? No, just worried for him and it means so much to him. A warmth that spreads through him and twines about his spark. Because that anger had been fear for him. Trying to protect him the only way you could.

• One hand braced on the side of his helm for balance, you're half tempted to lean out and shoot a dirty look at his buddy. The feel of Bluestreak's servos pressing against your legs and thighs convinces you not to, though. Most likely he'll think you're going to fall and grab for you, so you behave as he limps to medbay with his friend's help. But it drives home how small you are compared to them, how little you can actually do to help if Bluestreak really needs it. Maybe he could have made it here without the other Autobot's help. Maybe not. And if he is hurt worse than he's letting on, if Smokescreen had left him, you wouldn't have been able to get help. Too small to even get down from his berth or to work the massive door if you could find a way down. Helpless and you hate it.

• "I'm not going in there. Doc's been cranky about anyone waking his human," Smokescreen says as he stops shy of the door. Thanking him, Bluestreak lets himself in and slowly limps inside. He can't blame Smokescreen for not wanting to deal with Ratchet in a mood. But he's not expecting to see Ratchet sitting on the side of a berth, big frame curled forward and servos brushing a small form curled on its side. That gentle touch almost feels like something private he shouldn't have intruded on. Head lifting, the medic's optics are tired when they meet his. Like he's not recharged in a while. Growling as he pushes away from that small shape to point at an empty berth. "Do I even want to know?" Ratchet asks.

• "We ran into Skywarp. Prowl said the Cons were patrolling out there, but we had it timed to miss them. Guess they changed their routine," Bluestreak says, hand reaching to grab you and move you to the top of the berth so he can sit on the side. "It's not really that bad." Somehow the more he insists he's fine, the more you're sure he isn't. That he'd always play it off no matter how badly he was hurt in favor of worrying about others. "I mean, it's barely a scratch," he adds, wincing when Ratchet examines his shoulder. You have no idea who Skywarp is, but you can guess that he's not friendly. One of the Decepticons. For being so talkative and distractible, Bluestreak seems to make an effort to not talk about whatever's going on except in frustratingly broad strokes. You know the Autobots are at war. That the Decepticons are their enemies and that both are here on your world. That they're likely all that's left of their species and yet they still can't stop fighting. The why they're fighting to begin with, though? You haven't figured that out. Climbing up onto his chassis when Ratchet makes him lay back, you ignore the look the medic shoots you and sit with your legs against the mesh of his neck. Watching him tuck his chin to be able to see you and smiling for you. Not scared like the last time you were both here, not as lost.

• Ratchet's digging around under his plating to repair the damaged lines and it hurts, but he keeps his attention on you. The warmth of you distracting him from Ratchet's servos. "You're not allowed to get hurt," you tell him, and he smiles despite himself at how serious you sound. "You're just going to have to be more careful." Ratchet snorts softly as Bluestreak reaches up his undamaged hand to slide a servo against your cheek. Realizing you really are serious. Worried for him. Spark warming as you catch his servo and hold it to you, wrapping your arms around it while you stare up at him. And he doesn't want you to have to worry over him, to feel like you need to protect him when he should be protecting you. Doesn't want to see the shadow of fear in the back of your eyes that he can see now ever again.

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[theartofwoompwoomp]

Why me

ES Soundwave x human!reader

Summary: Ravage brings him a human to console him after the other cassettes left. (I haven’t watched earthspark lol)

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This had been going for awhile now. 

Soundwave would ask him to wait a bit outside, then when allowed back in the whole room was turned upside down.

His boss never told him directly, but he didn’t need to for him to understand.

The cassettes leaving had a great impact in them. He could sense it. Especially whenever he’d lay next to him, Soundwave would caress him more affectionately. Almost as if he were afraid of losing him too.

He didn’t like seeing his boss like this. Nor was he used to it. At first, he was patient with him, understanding that Megatron’s betrayal and his cassettes leaving had wounded him deeply.

But,… it was starting to get overbearing.

His attention was always on him, if he needed anything, did something, or was with others.

But, He didn’t want to hurt him. So talking about it was out of the question. His boss’s state of mind wouldn’t take it the right way. That’s why he made sure to keep these thoughts deep away from him. Only allowing worry to be detectable.

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Soundwave had a mission recently without him, and it was the perfect opportunity to execute his plan. Shockwave helped him as well. 

He went down to the fleshy creatures land, where news wasn’t too popular, and where nature was abundant. Looking for someone who would need his bosses help.

Walking deeper through the woods, the fog kept blocking his eyesight, but he needed to get this human before soundwave got back.

Searching more frantically, rushing around, scaring many creatures in the process. He halted at what was in front of him.

A human.

They were on the ground. Not moving. No sound from them.

Creeping up to them he kneeled his head closer to listen, practically on top of their small chest, he finally heard it. A small pulse.

Taking you with the things you had in hand, he hurried back. Unaware of the dangers you had faced.

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Shockwave was displeased to see the state the human was in currently. Especially since they weren’t the most qualified for human care. But they did try their best at preparing a cube just for you.

It had some basic necessities, like a small bathroom, a mattress with a blanket, and a vending machine. Ravage hoped it’d be enough for now. 

He did feel a bit bad for taking you, but this was necessary. Glancing your way to see how you were, he saw that your state hadn’t changed. You were still unconscious. 

Feeling unease crawl through him doubts started arising. Maybe he shouldn’t have taken you. He didn’t even know if you could survive with them, but maybe that was the exact situation Soundwave needed. 

It was too late for doubt anyway.

Picking you up gently with his denta, he placed you on his boss’s berth, then draped his own body on you. Almost as if he were spooning you in his own way. 

Now he simply needed to wait.

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Soundwave had been on edge the whole time. He got the job done, but his mind was somewhere else. 

Being without Ravage threw his emotions in a turmoil. He needed to get back. He had to go back. 

Rushing back, not even glancing at anyone, he wad dead set on finding Ravage. 

Heading first to his quarters, he opens the door quite loudly upon arriving. Only feeling himself relax when his optics found his dear cassette.

Walking towards him, he saw them on his berth waking from recharge.

He waited for Soundwave to sit next to him before revealing you. Not saying anything before getting up. Making sure you were in plain sight.

His boss simply stared down.

It was silent. Only your small breathes and the vents in their bodies making noise. The whole thing felt extremely heavy on him. Not daring to make a move or noise. Then Soundwave broke the silence.

“Ravage. Query: what is a human doing here.”

It was hard to tell what he was thinking, but he knew he was in trouble unless he started explaining. “well,.. I found them..and brought them… for you to keep them.” 

Soundwave couldn’t believe it. Nor did he detect any lie. Why did his cassette even want him to have a human? 

And as if the roles were reversed and Ravage could read his mind he continued explaining. 

“They are a gift from me to you” lowering his head towards you then towards him. “So you have to take care of them.”

Soundwave was still processing the whole thing.

You were a gift? To take care of? His head filled with questions, logic and emotion battling inside. 

But, Ravage took his silence as an invitation to place your small body on him. Leave his boss to figure things out on his own. 

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Masterlist 

[dronebiscuitbat]

Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 90)

The group took shelter underneath an overpass when morning came. Each drone settling in with sleeping bags or blankets and finding the most comfortable area to recharge.

Except for six very particular drones, who were still very awake. Tera was fussing in her mother's arms babbling out frustrated noises as she wasn't allowed to crawl around freely and Uzi was trying her best to comfort her, cooing and chirping softly.

N was holding her from behind, also trying his best to comfort his fussing little kit and tired, stressed out pregnant girlfriend at the same time, humming a melody under his breath.

As a parent, especially to young children. Some nights were just like this… sleepless, tending to Tera’s needs throughout the time they were ment to sleep. But that was okay; he wouldn't have it any other way.

“You should sleep. I've got her…” He half whispered in her audials pulling her even deeper within his embrace.

Uzi just hummed in response, “What if she needs something?” She asks sleepily; it didn't seem to matter that they were far from home, the sound and warmth of his core doing plenty to make her feel safe and secure even in somewhere unfamiliar.

“Then I got it. No need for us both to be awake.” He murmers, gently lifting Tera out of her arms and wrapping his larger body around his partner, purring, like always for her, and he watches as she starts to drift off.

She settles after a moment, her breathing becoming deeper and more steady. Her core slowing considerably.

Her core was white now, lacking any of her signature color as she entered what should be the final months of her pregnancy.

He looked over at the rest of the group. Thad was the closest to the two of them, sprawled out on his own jacket. He was looking at Uzi softly, until their eyes met.

Thad smiled.

“Sorry… it's just still so wild to see her so… calm.” He gestured to her, settled now completely against him, snoring ever so softly.

N chuckled, keeping it down as much as he could. “You've been sleeping in the nest with us for awhile now.”

“Yeah but… it's still wild to witness. She'll be about to blow a gasket and then you're right there- and it's almost instant, it's like you're flipping a switch.” Thad explains, before N has to look away from him to tend to Tera, who's trying to break out of her swaddle by biting on it as hard as she can and hissing.

“Shhh… come on baby bat, I know you have to be tired. You've been fighting the swaddle all day…” He murmured, but Tera was still bound and determined to get out of her confines.

“She doesn't like being constrained does she?” Thad points out with a laugh. And N gives a pained one back.

“No. She almost took my finger off when we were putting her in it yesterday. But… I'm afraid she'll wander off if I take her out of it.”

Thad has a thoughtful look for a moment.

“Can… can I try something?” He asks gently, holding out both of his hands. And N nods, setting his daughter down in Thad's arms.

“Hey kid.” Thad tries to tickle her, but she lashes out and snaps at his finger. Making the worker yelp and pull his hand back quickly. “Dang you weren't kidding…

Still, moving carefully he loosens the swaddle until she's fully out of it, and almost immediately she's smiling happily again, cooing up at Thad.

“Ooh… That's better isn't it? isn't it?” N never thought he'd hear Thad babytalk, but Tera seemed to have that immediate effect on people, to make them melt into a little puddle.

“And now…” Thad takes the swaddle and just gently lays it across the toddler, still giving her plenty of room to breath and move around. “You'll stay right here.” He hums, handing her back to N.

At first he's almost certain she's going to squirm out from under the small blanket, instead… her small head finds the palm of his hand and she purrs into it, using it as a pillow as she makes herself comfortable.

“Love you, Papa.” She hums, and his core leaves his body to ascend for a moment, happy tears springing to his eyes.

“Oh, I love you too sweetheart. Daddy loves you so much…” N replies, suddenly the sleepless night doesn’t matter, he'd happily never sleep again if he could continue to hear that in return.

“Don't cry dude! Even if that was cute as hell…” Thad laughs, adjusting to lay down more.

“How'd you know she'd stay put?” N asked, watching as his daughter nuzzled up close the his beating core.

“You're her dad. You two are the only thing she really knows aside from us. She's never going to go anywhere.” Thad said simply, shrugging.

N smiles at his freind, sighing as he looks at his other two companions. Lizzy is asleep, wrapped in V's arms in much the same way Uzi is with his, and V is gently stroking her fingers through her hair- he can hear her purring from here.

“Plus, I'm pretty sure we'd all loose our minds looking for her if she did wander off, so don't worry.” Thad finished, yawning and stretching out.

“Hm. Go to sleep Thad. You're tired.” N presses gently, and Thad immediately yawns again. “Way ahead of you boss…”

He's next to drift off, his snoring filling the chorus of already asleep drones.

“You too V, I know you're still awake.” He presses the next person in his group, and she nods sleepily, almost like she was subconsciously awaiting permission before curling up around her girlfriends back, seemingly completely comfortable.

N hums gently, a melody for his family to keep them sound asleep. He doesn't sleep- watching over his pack as they rested, but that was fine, so long as everyone was safe and well rested.

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[cozzzynook]

Angsty anon here with the rest of the ending.

A couple weeks have passed since that day and with the help of both Skywarp and Thundercracker, Bumblebee and the seekerling have found a place to lay low for awhile. It wasn't anything grand just a small cave hidden deep in the mountains far from both Bot and Con optics, and while Bee missed the familiar warmth of his hab he knew heading back there would be a huge risk he wasn't willing to take. He can't lose his sparkling again not when he just got them back.

However there was a bigger worry on Bee's processor right now. Flicking his door wings the yellow mech slowly walked over the cave's entrance being as quiet as he could be. He then let out a sigh leaning against the wall as he turned his gaze towards the night sky, worry filled his spark as he crossed his arms in an attempt to calm his buzzing field. There still had been no word from Starscream and Bee was starting to think of the worst...had Megatron finally...?

"Oh Star, where are you?" A wave of regret and guilt began to tug at the yellow mech's spark. He wanted to say so many things to the seeker, he wanted to say sorry for everything that has happened in the past few years but now...best not to think about it.

Quickly shutting his optics tight Bumblebee had finally pulled himself away from the cave's entrance dragging his own pedes back to his side of the cave. Letting out one finale tired sigh he sat down on make shift berth, he then quickly turned his attention towards where his sparkling was currently recharging. The seekerling has their face buried into the crook of their own arm while their now healed wings flicked and twitched in their sleep likely dreaming of some sort, hopefully not a nightmare. Feeling the familiar tug of his own need to recharge Bee laid down onto his back as he slowly closed his optics allowing recharge to swiftly claim him. Hopefully in the morning things will be better.

An hour passed when sudden chill filled the air of the cave drawing a sudden shiver from Bee, weird his Hud didn't display any change in temperature. Slowly opening his optics and Bee sat up looking towards the entrance in case the weather had changed but nothing...it was still a calm cloudless night. Shaking his helm and letting out a soft grumble the yellow mech flicked his door wings as he reached over to grab one of the spare blankets only to pause when he felt a cold chill land on his shoulder.

"Little Bee?" A wispy voice spoke drawing another shiver from Bumblebee.

Whipping around Bee almost fell onto his back from shock when he came face to face with Starscream. However something was...off about the seeker, he seemed to faintly glow as well being transparent almost completely clear as if he wasn't there at all. "Starscream? When did you get here..." Bee whispered as he allowed his plating to flatten again. "And why do you look like that?"

The seeker's wings drooped slightly as he softly frowned. "Ah, I guess Skywarp and Thundercracker haven't told you the news" Starscream then slowly sat down joining the yellow mech's side.

"News...what news?" Dread filled Bee's spark.

"Well, it seems I'm dead..." Starscream gave a small sombre smile trying to lighten the mood a little. He then looked down at his own servos for a long moment. "But it seems my spark didn't return to the Allspark and now... I'm a ghost"

"Ah, I see" Bumblebee's door wings dropped to his sides as he struggled to look at his former conjunx. "I had a feeling you were gone but...I hoped to be wrong. I guess I was proven otherwise..." He finally returned his gaze back at the seeker feeling even more guilt rush to his spark.

Starscream then reached out trying to grab a hold of the yellow mech but his servo just fully phased right through drawing both a sharp gasp from both. Star then gave a low grumble cursing himself as he shook his helm. "Don't blame yourself little bee, I dragged you both into this mess. I suppose I'd deserved this in the end..."

Bumblebee then turned his helm to the side softly gazing at where their sparkling quietly slept before letting out a long sigh. "They just got to meet you after so long now you're gone again..." He then lowered his gaze as he wrapped one arm around his other arm. "Sometimes I can't help but wonder what happened to us...and if it was doomed from the start"

Starscream then flicked his wings as he turned his gaze back to the yellow mech feeling his own guilt tug at his ghostly spark. "Maybe we were doomed from the start...but I never stopped loving you, did you ever-?" He closed his intake there as he bowed his helm as a part of him already knew that answer.

"No...no I didn't stop" Bee had a soft smile as he met the seeker's gaze with his own. Tears began to prickle at the soft edges of those bright blue optics as Bumblebee leaned a little closer. "Sure I was angry as hell when you shot me and left me but a part of me refused to stop loving you. I couldn't stop no matter how much I wanted too"

In that moment Starscream cursed himself again as he wanted nothing more than to lean in and hug and kiss Bumblebee like what they used to do before, back when things were still so easy and simple. Instead he just softly smiled and leaned in as close as he could without phasing right through the little bug and just simply stared into those bright blue optics, the ones he loved so much. "I know that I haven't been the best conjunx or Sire in these past couple of years. So if its alright with you my little Bee I promise to watch over you and our sparkling for now on, that's if you'll allow me to stick around that is..."

Bumblebee optics when wide with shock while his door wings fluttered in amusement, he then softly chuckled still trying to be as quiet as possible. "You always knew what to say, huh?" Bee gave a little teasing smirk as he met those soft ruby optics. "But you also deserve to watch our sparkling grow and it will be nice to have you around again...even if things won't be back to what they used to be"

The seeker gave a small smirk of his own, Primus how he did miss that smile. "Thank you, I promise to do my best-eh the best I can do in this ghostly form" His wings fluttered in embarrassment as he bashfully looked away.

"The best is all I ask for my Star" Bee felt his own spark grow warm as he sheepishly looked away.

A soft rustle came from the other side of the cave followed by a soft grumble. The young seekerling sat up and rubbed one sleepy optic as they turned to face their Carrier. "Mmm Carrier, who are you talking too?"

Bumblebee jumped a little finding himself drawn to the voice of his sparkling. With a sheepish smile the yellow mech fluttered his wings in embarrassment as he softly spoke. "Ah, just myself little firefly. Sorry for waking you up, go back to sleep"

"Okay?" While not being a 100% convinced the young seekerling simply yawned as he flopped back onto their back with a small yawn. "Goodnight"

"Goodnight little firefly"

Once they were asleep Bumblebee then returned his attention back to Starscream who had a soft droopy smile on his face. The seeker then softly chuckled as he watched the yellow mech's face turn bright shade of pink. "You did always look so cute when flustered little bug" The seeker teased as he propped one servo under his chin. Bumblebee rolled his optics as he slowly lay back down onto his back onto his make shift berth.

"Yeah well, you always admire me in the morning" Bee softly whispered as he slowly shut his optics. "Night Screamer"

"Goodnight little bug"

(Ah, hope you enjoyed this ending Cozy :D I tried to do a mix between both bittersweet and wholesome, also I'm sorry if the first part of the ending was rushed, my internet was going crazy. Anyway Angsty Anon out :D)

No no no!!!

This whole entire thing is beautiful & I’m so happy to have read it! Imm sorry it took me so long to finish! But i really like this story and i think the ending is beautiful & perfectly fitting!

Thank you so much for sharing!

[seuonji]

hihi i was wondering if i could request a how svt would help you if you were overwhelmed, because of loud noises or social situations ^^

sorry if this took awhile to write,, i was out when i received this !!

from aya: this is so sweet! the svt boys would comfort so well!! thank you for requesting & hope you’re doing okay! <3 ( ＾∀＾)

in relation to social situations,

i feel like relatively all of them have this skill but emphasis on seungcheol/wonwoo/jihoon/vernon. when you’re so overwhelmed to the point it’s exhausting you, he’s able to detect it.

→when he notices, he won’t hesitate to get you and leave the event you’re at. he prioritises how you’re feeling. he might bring you home or if you still want to stay, he’ll just stand by you until you feel yourself again.

→imagine, you’re with a group of friends but you’re significantly less responsive than when you first came. suddenly you felt someone hold you by your waist, “hey i’ll borrow them for awhile!” seungcheol/wonwoo/jihoon/vernon smiled at your friends. he’d then ask if you wanna dip or just in need to recharge.

in another setting, imagine being at gathering and you’re tired yet you’re still trying to converse. jeonghan/joshua/minghao/chan would hold your hand and squeeze to calm you down. “don’t push yourself too hard,” he whispered. he wants you to feel like you can rely on him when you’re feeling like this.

it’s possible to get overwhelmed when you’re around people you’re not familiar with. when it did happen, you excused yourself from conversing with them. you went to the side to recollect yourself but joshua/chan finds you. he’d instantly console you and stay with you. he’d ask what you need while holding you close so you could rest on him until you recover.

in a social event, when you get overwhelmed, soonyoung/seungkwan tends to do the talking for you. he goes wherever you go to minimise how much you need to interact. he’d be holding your hand, reminding you that you can leave it to him.

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in relation to loud noises,

when you’re in a crowd, jun/mingyu/seokmin would of course keep you close but also, when he noticed your bitter reaction to the loud noises, he’d start to cover your ears for you even while walking. he’d try his best to make it out of the crowd and bring you to the side where it’s calmer.

when you’re hanging out with your bf and his friends but they’re being a bit too loud, i can totally see soonyoung/seungkwan scolding them even though he was probably as loud as them— but if you get super overwhelmed, he’d bring you outside away from them and have you in his arms as you both enjoy the quiet.

[taradactyls]

I'm officially working on a few *short* things for Janeuary, as a bit of a decompress from the stress of making the last T3W chapter work, and oh my gosh guys it's such a great way to recharge my creativity.

It's been awhile since I created anything that could be done in an evening (normally I can't even write then since I'm too tired to do a good job with my multi-chapter fic) and has no need for careful planning and consistency. So I am LOVING this and if you've ever wanted to give me a JA inspired writing prompt now is the time. It's proving a great warm up to writing the actual fic which I need to use significantly more brain power for, lol.

No promises that I'll get to them all, but check the prompt list, send an ask with a little or a lot of detail for a day a little bit away, and if I get a burst of inspiration you might get to see it written out! Crack, fluff, smut, angst, whatever. It's good for me to try different things.

*EDIT*

Things written so far:

Day 8: Cravat - rated g, 3k words, Elizabeth/Darcy, sweet, first kiss, post-canon.

Also Day 8: Cravat - Explicit, 6k words, Elizabeth/Darcy, the prompt was from the wildest ask I have ever received, smut, established relationship, the cravat is part of the smut

[stellarboystyles]

Eclipse

actress!oc and actor!harry blurb

"Babe, car's here!" Harry shouts, slowly jogging up the stairs to check on "Almost done?"

"Almost." she utters quietly, trying to focus on the task at hand.

"No rush, love." he reassures, adjusting his watch. "We're early this year."

"For once." she mumbles, putting in her last earring. "I'm just glad we don't have a team here this time."

"Me too." he agrees. "M'sick of people in our damn house."

She laughs at his lighthearted remark. Usually when getting ready for award shows, especially ones like this, most people will gather a whole team; assistants, manager, stylists, and sometimes designers to make sure everything is how it should be and everyone's on schedule.

Basically, every event is treated like a fucking wedding and Paxton is sick of it.

Despite the nature of her job, she's is an introvert. Plain and simple. She needs alone time to recharge and just be. And when you're a critically acclaimed actress who never takes a break (even when she's supposed to), you don't get recharge time. You don't get to just be a human on her couch. It's always her own doing, of course. But don't worry, Harry forces her to relax every once in awhile.

"I'm honestly over all that right now."

"Think we just need some alone time." he tries, raising an eyebrow at her through the wall. Even though he hasn't seen her yet there's already a little thrill inside him.

She takes one more look after smoothing her dress down. "I'm ready now."

"Oka-woah."

Harry never fails to bask in how attractive she is, and Paxton never fails to feign annoyance from it. She rolls her eyes and he's already objecting.

"Don't roll your eyes at me." he bites, hands in his pockets as he strolls over to her. "I'm allowed to look."

"I didn't say anything."

"But you wanted to."

"And how would you know?"

"Love, no offense but I know you well enough to know what you're thinking most of the time."

"Yeah, I know." she grumbles.

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"It means it annoys me."

"I know it does." he stands behind her in front of the mirror she's using and throws her a wink. "Why do you think I do it so much."

"You are so-"

"I'm what?" he pushes, faces inches away from each other. "Sexy? Smart? Charming? Funny? Attractive?"

"All of the above."

They're both smiling as she pulls him into a kiss in front of the mirror. It started out innocent.

For her.

He quickly tries to deepen the kiss, finding her hips. His palms try to snake down but her rationality steps in before his in the form of a giggle and a push on his chest.

'C'mon." he whines.

She can't deny him for very long. Never was able to. He radiates this essence of sex sometimes that she can't explain. It's almost addictive, like she has to have it if the mood is right.

The mood is always right with him.

"We have to go."

He picked up on Paxton's thinning resolve rather quickly, and decided to use it to his advantage.

"My love." he's speaking into her ear, the sultry voice filling her head. "Am I really gonna be crucified for fantasizing about kissing..."

He kisses her ear. She has to fight her eyes from closing in pleasure. His eyes lock on hers for a moment through the mirror and she has to hold her pride.

And holding,"

He squeezes her hips.

It takes everything in her not to exhale too loudly.

"And touching,"

One of his hands moves to smooth down from her ribcage, stopping just below her belly button.

"And fucking," he growls into her ear this time. "My gorgeous fiancée?"

"Later."

He glares at her in the mirror, because he knows she's right.

"You win this round." he kisses her head one more time before taking her hand.

She won the next round, too. Nine VMA's! Harry was so incredibly proud of her. Being her plus one is his favorite thing to do these days.

"Are we getting takeaway?"

"No." Harry laughs, shaking his head sliding his hand around her waist as they walk out of the venue and into the car. "You think I'm not taking you out when you look this good? Hell no. We're goin' out."

Paxton had a love hate relationship with the level of charm Harry had. It was so high at times she wasn't sure why he still tried so hard to impress her after two years of being together.

"Where are we going?"

"Wherever you want." he kisses the top of her head before opening the door of the car that was waiting for them.

"I want sushi."

"Nobu it is."

He can sense her hesitance of going to somewhere so public. He knows she'd rather go to some hole in the wall in...different outfits, obviously. So he changes the subject.

"So," he holds up one of her moonmans. "Are we going to have to dedicate a whole room for these things, or..."

"Stop." she gushes, as if to say, that's ridiculous. "We're not those people."

"What's that mean?"

"No." she giggles. "We do not need a room for Oscar's."

"Oscar's, Grammy's, Golden Globes, Brits-"

"Can't we just put them in the studio?"

They shared the same look and laughed.

"Maybe we do need a room for these things."

She scrunches her nose in response. It was a weird feeling, coming to terms with little things like that. But he was looking at her in the most adoring way.

"Don't look at me like that."

"What?" "Am I not allowed to look at my gorgeous fiancée-"

"Are you crazy?" she gasps, gingerly hitting him on the shoulder, gesturing toward the driver.

"He's inner circle, relax." he mumbles.

"Inner circle is exactly how things get out."

"Am I that much of a dick that you don't want people to know you're marrying me?"

"That's not true and you know it."

"All these people that we know, our friends." "They're so happy, then they go public and it's too much."

"Everyone already knows." he argues. "Since when have you ever cared about what people think?"

She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

"Exactly."

"I don't. I mean, I try not to. But when they're in your face screaming that you're-"

"Don't." he interjects, shaking his head with a wince. "I don't care. They're jealous."

"I know. I'm just scared."

"You don't need to be."

"Your heart 's too good." he lays his head on her shoulder. "That's your problem."

He was right, and she knew that deep down. Was life really worth living if it was only behind closed doors? Staying in hiding simply because she didn't want people to gossip seems pretty coward like at the end of the day.

They knew the strength level of their relationship. It could never be torn down by some petty comments on the internet.

"I don't want to pretend anymore."

[impactedfates]

Recharge Station - Lisa x GN!Reader

Summary: When a certain librarian lost all her energy, who better then you, her cute partner to help her recharge her battery?

Warnings/Extra: Reader is GN, however female reader was in mind (They/them is still used tho :]) // Not exactly proof read // Not the biggest fan of Lisa (She’s still a good character, just not as interested in her) so she might be OOC

W.C - 1144 (Wrote more then I expected)

A/N- When neither you or your friends are Lisa simps so you can’t see if it’s a good Lisa x reader fic :,) All in all though, this was just some random ideas turned into a fic based on what I HC Lisa as in a relationship. Another love hate fanfic I wrote ehe- I feel like I should open up requests soon, I am on my summer holidays, though I have a few fics I want to get out first before I consider to open it.

Lisa’s Battery Percent: 0%

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A yawn erupted from a light brown haired woman, as she stretched and walked around Mondstadt. Lisa looked around the city after going around the nation to collect overdue books. She was tired. Thankfully for her, Jean had allowed her to take an extended break.

(Albeit, she did have to convince Jean for a while, laying out what she had to do to even get the books back)

“Maybe some lunch at Good Hunter would do me some good”

She thought, making her way there. Once she arrived, her eyes landed on a certain someone. Someone reading a book while eating a honey roast.

Oh! It’s [Name], her favourite person in the whole wide of Teyvat. She grinned, suddenly feeling her tiredness go away as she strides over, grabbing a seat from the table [Name] sat at and moved it beside them. [Name] looked over to Lisa, an eyebrow quirked. Before they could say anything, Lisa was quick to wrap her arms around them.

“Darling!! I’m so happy to see you”

She spoke, cuddling into the confused person as they placed down their book and slowly wrapped their own arms around her. Lisa smiled contently, feeling her energy levels go up.

“Lisa? Shouldn’t you be working right now?”

“I was…but Jean let me have an extended break…and you just so happen to be here so why not keep my company for awhile? You are my S/O are you not?”

[Name] laughed softly and nodded. Softly agreeing to their girlfriends want for their company.

Lisa continued to cuddle and give some kisses on her lover's cheek as they attempted to finish their food and read their book. However it can be difficult when their partner was trying to gain their attention as well.

“Lisa…I’m trying to finish this chapter”

“But darling~ I need you to pay attention to me”

“I’ll give you attention once I finish this one chapter, just a few more pages”

[Name] mumbled out, continuing to read their book, letting their girlfriend to just continue cuddling up to them, as difficult as it was with only a chair to stabilise them both as Lisa had insisted to sit on the same chair as them. 

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Lisa’s Battery Percent: 25%

[Name] in fact, did keep their promise of giving Lisa some affection after their book. However it didn’t last long as eventually Jean came to tell Lisa to get back to work. With a small sigh, she kissed her beloved good-bye before reluctantly going back to the library.

A few hours passed, Lisa continued her work, checking in and out books, she stiffened a yawn as she lay our head on the desk. Hoping maybe she can catch some sleep without being caught by Jean, but a tap on her shoulder brought her out of it as she peered up, she saw none other than you. Standing there with your arms crossed, unamused. You were obviously silently judging her for sleeping on the job...again.

“Darling!!”

Lisa smiled, standing up, quick to go around and wrap her arms around you, gently tugging you to sit beside her as she nuzzled into you, her breath can be felt on your neck, sending a small shiver down your spine.

“Love…you should really stop sleeping on the job, y’know Jean won’t be happy”

Lisa hummed in response, showing it’s clear, that at the current moment, she didn’t care about anything. All she cared about was you and having you close to her.

“Stay here with me darling~”

“If I stay, will you stay up and do your job?”

“If it means you get to be beside me, then of course”

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Lisa’s Battery Percent: 50%

“Don’t leave yet Darling, I still have 3 hours left of my shift”

Lisa complained as she hugged you tightly with a teasing smile. You had to go back to your own work at The Cat's Tail. According to Margret, it was busy and they needed the extra hands but as it seems, your dear girlfriend doesn’t want you to leave…well that was obvious no?

No matter how much you attempted to bargain with her, that after both your shifts were done, you would give her all the love and affection she oh so desired, no matter what you said she just hugged you tighter with each deal you attempted to offer.

“If my boss fires me, I’m breaking up with you and never giving you my love again”

You retort dramatically, you hear Lisa’s soft laugh close to your ear as she finally lets you go, although you could tell it was reluctant. You sat up and looked at her, planting a few quick kisses on her face and finally giving a longer one on her lips, which she happily reciprocated but as much as she wished it could continue, you began walking to the door before turning around to Lisa.

“Try not to fall asleep now that I’m not here”

“No promises cutie~”

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Lisa’s Battery Percent: 75%

Lisa yawned, stretching as she walked into your shared home. You were still at work yourself. Which meant…she couldn’t recharge the rest of her battery. So…what could she do at the moment?

Lisa looked around the home for a bit in thought, before smiling to herself. She knows you’ll probably be tired, and you spent your time on her already to recharge her battery. So she’ll make sure to help recharge your own battery once you come home.

She cleaned around the house, cooked something for the two of you to eat and even finished some work she was supposed to do. This took a bit, she heard the front door open and was quick to go and find you yawning yourself as you dragged your legs inside. She took away your coat and led you to the dining room.

You gave a small raised brow at the food on the table but smiled. Giving a tired ‘Thank You’ to her as you sat down and allowed her to feed you.

“I’m surprised you’re not snuggling up to me right now”

“Your needs are also important dearie and besides…just being here with you is enough for me”

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Lisa’s Battery Percent: 100%

Lisa stroked your face softly and calmly, feeling you peacefully sleep on her chest as she read her books. Her eyes glanced at yours, your lovely face, her eyes filled with admiration as she continued to stare. She placed her book down carefully and slowly lay down on your shared bed, being sure to not wake you.

She continued staring at you as you slept to recharge your own battery. Placing a small kiss to your forehead, she pulled you a bit closer, admiring your features until she decided to close her eyes and fall sleep herself.

She truly loved you, and you truly loved her as well.

[nebuladreamz]

You ever think about how Moon’s personality is silly and he seems to be Just Like That whereas Sun is passive aggressive towards adults and fighting for his life with kids because broski is trying his best whilst probably (if the Plex books are canon, I’ve said my piece before about them awhile back) not being actually programmed/qualified/washed up theater kid in customer service at this point

And yet. And yet actively trying to keep Moon away, silly goofy but by this point most likely infected by the virus (not as obviously as the other Glamrocks given how if he’s infected or not can be a debate on its own) but there is fucking SOMETHING up with him because of his constant connection to Vanny

You ever think about how poorly these two are treated, most likely worse than the Glamrocks because we all know damn well that Fazco does NOT give an actual fuck about them and how sentient they are. Sentience in robots and real-life like personalities all fabricated by coding and programming, yet they feel more real than maybe some people out there. The only reason why they’re treated more decently than the DCA is because they’re the main stars of the show, the Plex is their kingdom and they’re the entertainers of it with Fazco being its king.

And in a kingdom of falsehoods and pulling strings of its entertainers, there lies the jester, dancing its own tune whilst trying to be in the favor of its eyes.

You ever think about how much the Daycare Attendant needs more attention and an actual decent amount of recharging because I highly doubt they ever get to charge. If not charging like the Glamrocks, then the amount of downtime they have is so staggeringly low it’s a wonder how they’re still functioning.

You ever think about how much these two could use a break. Downtime. To be fixed, maybe depending on perception. Moon getting to be reprogrammed to actually understand that his villainy goofiness is actually Not what you’re supposed to do for naptime with a bunch of toddlers. Or even getting the virus taken out. Sun getting to take a fucking break without feeling like he’ll shutdown or breakdown if he isn’t keeping the lights on or needing everything to be perfect.

Not to mention Eclipse and THOSE implications, if any.

You ever think about the Daycare Attendant and how little we see of them and yet piece the puzzle together, even if we don’t have them all and sometimes instead rearrange the picture to our own image, our own perceptions to make sense of the holes.

[nilolol30]

Could I ask more for stray doc x reader?

Doc have some trouble with his invention that he can not draw anything on his blueprints, he hit his head on the table and reader hug him from behind and say something to encourage him(> <)

Aww this is cute! warning I'm not good at encouraging words so hopefully this is good enough XD

Doc has been in his lab for awhile now he hasn't even left to recharge or drink you didn't want to intrude and interrupt his thoughts not now not even Seamus can get him out.

You knocked on Doc's lab door and wait for an answer but you only hear some muttering as well as a small "Please come back later".

Thankfully today Doc forgot to lock the lab door probably too tired to remember so you slowly opened it and see Doc hunched over his desk his hands on his head obviously frustrated.

There's paper all over the floor and his desk all looked incomplete and the ones that were was all crumpled soon Doc let out a bunch of frustrated beeps and slammed his screen on the table it honestly shocked you it was a miracle his screen didn't crack.

Walking closer behind Doc you wrapped your arms around him he must have not heard you since he jumped a little bit leaned into your touch "Hey careful you'll hurt yourself why don't you take a break" Doc shook his head in reply.

"I'm sorry but I can't right now i still need to finish this I promise I'll take a break soon" Doc gave your hand a pat in an attempt to soothe your worries.

"Honey you said that three days ago you're obviously tired you can't function like this" You gently rub the top of Doc's screen you can feel some scratches from when he slammed his head.

"But this needs to be done soon-" You quickly cut Doc off with a small shush "Doc how about this you take just one day off a full twenty four hours away from work and get some recharge and drink something then I'll get Seamus and all three of us work this out it will be best than just you sitting alone here hitting your screen" Doc thought for a few minutes and let out a sigh.

"Only twenty four hours" that's good enough you take Doc's hands and lead him out of his lab he slightly winced at the light.

Seamus will be thrilled you got his dad out of his hidey-hole.

[brandwhorestarscream]

Reincarnation AU.

I saw the thing about Hot Rod having TFA Roddy as a sickly child and this just popped into my mind: Hot Rod going to mama Prowl to ask how to take care of a sickly baby, since baby Prowl/Lil P was sick a few times (thanks Jazz that one time and maybe sometimes Bumblebee) and Hot Rod has zero clue how to take care of this child, especially with how ill they are.

So just... Prowl and Hot Rod friendship ig. Bonding over cute babies and having to keep an optic on them because sickly babies then watching.

Hot Rod is a mess of nerves cuz his baby's vents constantly have a horrible wheeze and a rattle to them, he's always shaking and breaks out in a fever at least 3 times a decacycle. He has to sanitize everything and anyone that wants to hold the baby has to have a thorough decontamination bath and their vents flushed. The poor sparkling has trouble recharging and always seems to have aches and pains somewhere, discomfort radiating in his little EM field and all he can do is cry. Roddy's at his wits end and has no idea what to do: honestly, he's really not ready to be a parent. He's barely even an adult himself.

He goes to Prowl because he's always taking Lil Pea to the medics, surely he'll have some tips for managing the more stressful at-home parts of having such a sick kid, right?

They both kinda get hit with a surprising realization at the same time--Lil Pea isn’t actually all that sickly. Prowl's overprotective and was rightfully worried cuz bitty's so thin, but in reality? He's pretty healthy. He's nowhere near as frail as Roddy's sparkling, and the much younger mech breaks out in tears when he realizes. He's just so stressed, he's sleep deprived and exhausted and terrified and he has no idea what he's doing. He had so much hope riding on this, that Prowl would be able to help him, but seeing him with his happy healthy baby just... feels like the end of the world. In response to his carrier's distress, baby Rod starts crying too and then they're both crying and it's a whole mess.

Hot Rod's apologizing, desperately trying to wipe his tears and stop blubbering and bounce the baby in one arm but he's so strung out and exhausted and he needs help. Prowl's a first time parent too, but he's considerably older: he doesn't hesitate to scoop the little one out of Hot Rod's arms and tell him to sit. Breathe, try to calm down, it's gonna be ok. His office doesn't have a couch but there's an extra chair: Hot Rod kinda just collapses in it and buries his face in his servos, trying to get ahold of himself. Prowl steps out into the hall, pulling out a bottle and starts carefully bouncing the poor baby and rubbing his back, shushing him. It takes awhile, but eventually they both stop. Hot Rod is still shaking and he looks miserable, but still reaches to take his sparkling back.

"I..." his voice is shattered. Defeated. Broken. "I don't know what to do."

They talk for a really, really long time. Realistically, he's already doing everything he can for his son. He's following all the instructions from the medics, he's off work for the foreseeable future because the baby needs round the clock care and monitoring. Prowl... doesn't really have any experience with having such a frail child. No one does. Hot Rod whispers, tearful and exhausted, that... he's even considered giving him up for adoption. He loves him endlessly, but he doesn't feel like he's taking good enough care of him. Doesn't think he can take good enough care of him. He doesn't want to give him up, but... he'd rather his baby be happy and healthy but away from him than be sickly and unhappy but with him. He hangs his helm lower than Prowl has ever seen, forlornly apologizing and coldly calling himself a failure.

This is honestly outside of Prowl's scope of expertise--says he won't try to talk Hot Rod out of it if that's really what he wants, but will try to help however he can. Resources are extremely limited with the war, but he pulls as many strings as he possibly can and gets the poor mech a series of meetings set up, in person and virtual alike, to explore more options and to help him find his footing. Parenting is hard, especially if your child has subpar health. He thinks Hot Rod just needs some guidance and support: the stress has made him want to give up but it's not the only possible path forward. Some old parenting books and advice columns are really all they have right now, but it's better than nothing. They can get his work stuff figured out, set up a schedule so he can actually rest while someone qualified minds the bitty, they can look into treatments and therapies to help strengthen his little body, if only a little bit.

"It's going to be alright, Hot Rod... you're both going to he alright."

[mysteriawrites]

Hello! This is my first time making a request so I hope I don't ruin it-

I'd like to ask for a romantic matchup with honkai star rail, For pronounce, I use she/her. For romantic preference, male characters. I'm an INFG, for my personality, I'm pretty closed off and introverted, my silence and blank expression always gives off the impression that I'm intimidating (that's what people tell me at least) but I'm just shy and silent. I can handle socializing, but once my social battery runs out, I immediately escape to the nearest quiet place to recharge. I like helping people,as well as being productive to finish my work. I'm good at reading people and observing them, to the point my friend comes to me to ask my opinion about other people. I can't stand being in crowds, you will find me hiding in some corner or an empty room on family gatherings. I'm good at comforting and know many ways of comforting different personalities. I tend to be emotional and sensitive to words from the people I hold dear to my heart, I'm nice and easy going once you get to know me, I don't judge on first meeting, understanding and considerate. I'm the supportive mother of my friend group. For hobbies...I love reading, listening to music, drawing and sketching and recently writing stories and novels. What I look in a romantic relationship... stability, loyalty and honesty. I tend to overwork myself a lot without realizing so I need someone to tell me to slow down, I also have a tendency to overthink every little detail and situation so I want someone to stabilize me when I'm stuck in a hurricane of thoughts. I don't know how to express my feelings (ahem, I feel like I'm burdening someone if I talk about my feelings.) and try to give hints that I'm not feeling well, I want someone who can pick up on these hints and comfort me. I take relationships seriously and want someone to be loyal and not run away. My love language (me giving) is physical touch and acts of service (I was never good with words) as for receiving, probably words of affirmation and physical touch. For date ideas...I'm good with anything as long as it doesn't have a lot of crowds, something that I hate... ignorance and cheating, definitely my turn off.

Hello Hello thank you for the request sorry it took so long (why was your description just me in a nutshell *existential crisis activate*). *ahem* Anyway lets get straight to the point. DRUMROLL PLEASE!!!

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GEPARD LANDAU!!!

(Omg this gif is so cute XD <3)

You and Gepard are very similar, but I think that's why you two get along so well. You both are not the most socially adept people, but you both wish to protect those closest to you in your own ways.

I imagine you guy's love story starts as childhood friends...well sorta. You two are kind of more friends by association then anything. You're Serval's best friend so you two know of each other and have talked a few times over the years, but don't know much about each other besides that. Best friend's brother trope but in reverse.

You guys don't really get to know each other until Serval and her band have an after party for their latest album release. You're there to support you best friend (and be the designated driver) and Gepard is there for the same reason (and to be the security/bouncer). You two bond over childhood memories and your shared love for Serval and start talking (totally wasn't part of Serval's plan to set yall up).

After that night you guys start to hang out more, outside of Serval planning something, when Gepard has some free time. You two mainly spend your time together in the quieter parts of Belobog like the library to read together. He likes to read your writings and sometimes you'll draw pictures of him (which makes his face go a bright pink despite not being in the frosted wasteland lately strange)

It takes Gepard awhile to realize (and help from Serval, Luke, Dunn, and Pela) for him to realize he's been slowly falling for you. He goes through the 5 stages of grief trying to understand his feelings. When he finally reaches the acceptance stage, he starts to plan how he will ask you out. He remembers Serval reading him stories about handsome knights wooing beautiful princesses with their chivalry and gentlemen like nature, so that's exactly what he does.

One day he knocks on your door with a bouquet of roses, gets down on his knees, and asks if you will go out with him. Except it didn't go at all as he had planned given that he kept fumbling with his words, and you were frozen like one of the ice statues he had seen in the wastelands. It was hella awkward for both of you and he was about to turn away in defeat you let him inside to talk things out. and the rest is history.

You guy's relationship is shy, but sweet. You're both pretty awkward baby beans so you guy move pretty slowly, but sure enough you are moving forward. You guys prefer to keep your relationship quiet, not that you lie you just don't do PDA or call each other nicknames in public. In private however Gepard isn't opposed to hand holding and some snuggles.

Serval loves yall's relationship so much, she's glad her brother and best friend have both found good people let alone each other. She likes to tease you guys on how shy and flustered you are. Sometimes Pela uses you two as inspiration for her own writing and you guys compare notes. Dunn is especially happy for his boss/best friend, he had never seen him so happy.

Gepard himself can be a workaholic too, but he understands that you can't protect anyone if you don't take care of yourself. So, he likes to help you live a healthier life like he does. Positive reinforcement talk in the mirror, helps you overthink less by taking deep breaths and encouragement, he makes sure you eat 3 Nutrional meals a day, he makes sure you get decent rest (at least 8 hours of sleep at night), and he asks you how your day was and how you're feeling. he can seem like a bit of a parent, but he just loves you and wants you physically, mentally, and emotionally healthy.

Gepard is very busy as captain of the silvermane guards and doesn't always have time to hang out, but you're always on his mind when on duty. He keeps a little picture of you in a locket which he wears at all times. It reminds him of all the things worth protecting.

Sorry if this was a bit short, I ran out of ideas, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless.

Runners Up: No one

[flowersandbirdsflyingfree]

OKAY SO imma hit you with a double whammy- 🐥 and ☁️ FOR BOTH METALLIC ROSES AND IRONPETALS

AHAAHHHHH GET INTO PLACES PEOPLE AND STRAP IN FOR A DOUBLE WHAMMY!💖💖💖💖💖💖

🐥 - how are mornings for you guys? are you groggy and grumpy when you first wake up?

Crow: I take forever for my eyes to open up but I think I’m very nice to people for the most part. Crow is definitely a go-getter once he’s all recharged for the day! But once in a while he has those days when it’s like “Nooooo I am not getting up!!!!” I have to be the one to literally carry him out of bed myself… unless I too wanna cuddle with him. In which GPC has to drag us out via grabbing me by the foot. In the words of my schmoopy himself, “GET AWAY FROM OUR NEST! This is our cozy place”😩 Otherwise, I shower, brush my teeth, get dressed and styled before heading down to breakfast. All Crow needs to do is WD40 for his limbs and shine himself a bit more. Also, waffles are a breakfast option🤖💖🧇

Dempsey: Oh no… On a weekend or holiday, he’s a complete angel. We stay in for just about 10-15 minutes awake, huddled up under the blankets. Tank lets me rest my head on his chest or vice versa. I practically pamper the guy with affection. And he does the same. Tank will have a morning smoke before breakfast (he makes THE best pancakes I ever had btw) and reads the paper while I prepare to tidy the house before having fun…But on a weekday?

HE BUSTS DOWN MY DOOR UP AND ATOM BECAUSE HE WAKES UP EARLIER THAN ME AND SCREAMS “LIGHTS LIGHTS LIGHTS GET TO WORK LETS GO SWEETHEART MOVE IT MOVE IT!!!” Drill Sgt wakeup out of tough love. He has a shit eating grin when it’s all over. RUDE-

☁️ - whats your nighttime routine? is it easy for you guys to fall asleep or does it take awhile? do you have anything you do before bed, like reading or journaling?

Crow: We take turns every night going from one bedroom to the other when it comes to sleeping. Eventually, I share his room and use my old one for the sake of storage for my stuff. After getting ready in my pajamas, we slowly drift off to sleep snuggling. Sometimes, we talk a bit in the dark and drift off mid-conversation. Crow does have a journal! And he will write about his day/thoughts or list a bunch of ideas to tackle on in the morning so he doesn’t forget. Did I mention he has a very cute snore?

Dempsey: Tank and I pretty much both crash out by the time we go to bed. We know how to stay stir-crazy from an eventful day whether it be responsibilities or fun stuff. It’s really funny the way we both just turn off the light, dive bomb into bed in our sleepwear and we’re so out of it and instant snoring.

[jacegem]

1. I tend to go with Callibri. It's just... the easiest on my eyes for some reason.

2. I could, but man would I not wanna. I used to write by hand in high school but uh, wrist pain nowadays says absolutely not. It'd be slow going but I could make myself do it.

4. It isn't English but the word for Dragon in Finnish drives me up the goddamn wall. Lohikäärme is LITERALLY just 'Salmon' and 'Snake' shoved together, makes me crazy. Every other Nordic language's word for dragon looks relatively normal, Finnish just has to be a little weirdo about it. And that shit just keeps going for the whole language.

9. Kinda, yeah. I don't really think there's one clear and straightforward answer to what happens when a person dies, though certain religions would have you believe otherwise. A soul sticking around after they pass? Yeah, could be plausible.

13. Imagery isn't the easiest thing for me but I am getting better at it all the time. Emotion and dialogue are very easy though, once I get in a character's head.

19. I started way back in 2012-ish, maybe super early 2013, when I was around 16. I started with fanfiction for the Invader Zim fandom, eventually moved to Homestuck, Hetalia and Undertale (yes I was extremely cringe, I freely admit this, and often say that I would like to go back and hit my teenaged self with a fish) and then... kinda took a few years hiatus. Didn't really write anything until 2021 when I was making things for my long running D&D game. As I kept getting further into the game I just... kept writing. Eventually got introduced to a TTRPG server that has since become my home, and I RP with my characters there a lot. It's really helped me nail down both characterization and imagery. Now, I'm still writing fan fiction (for different fandoms) but I've also got this whole world I made myself and I'm adding to it all the time, and I have characters I've thrown years of work into and I couldn't be happier to have made something that is wholly mine.

21. No, I don't think so. Not forever anyway. I take breaks, I walk away from the desk for awhile, but I can't leave it forever. It brings me joy to build and create, and to lay that down would worsen my quality of life. I write for the sheer joy of it, and for sharing my work with others, why would I deprive myself of that?

24. Depends on what I'm writing. If I'm writing something relating to my setting's cosmology then I dive into my astrophysics notes which I love doing because, shocking nobody, I'm a big space dweeb. Same can be said if I'm writing for my setting's fae wild, that's where all my radiation notes get used. But if I'm just writing a comfy slice-of-life piece or something similar? Chill music, a cup of tea, and I go where the vibes take me.

29. Music, video games, and my friends' work are the biggest inspirations I have. I've got entire playlists for specific characters that I put on when I need to get in their heads, and watching my friends write things gives me ideas because they have some incredible (horrifying at times) ideas. When the well runs dry, I stop. I take a break and consume more writing and media to recharge the inspiration batteries.

32. Oh yeah big time. That one Terry Pratchet quote never leaves my head and it actively influences how I write certain characters.

"All witches are selfish, the Queen had said. But Tiffany’s Third Thoughts said: Then turn selfishness into a weapon! Make all things yours! Make other lives and dreams and hopes yours! Protect them! Save them! Bring them into the sheepfold! Walk the gale for them! Keep away the wolf! My dreams! My brother! My family! My land! My world! How dare you try to take these things, because they are mine!

I have a duty!"

33. I draw too! I've drawn some of my characters before, but I haven't gotten to the point where I draw specific scenes from my stories yet. Maybe someday.

36. I know... a lot. Astrophysics and astronomy, Kirby lore (though I only pull inspiration from it since... it'd be silly and also illegal to straight rip Kirby lore into my stuff), radiation and nuclear technology to a certain degree, to name a few things.... my knowledge is quite niche and I accept this.

Weird Questions for Writers (because writers are weird)

1. What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?

2. If you had to give up your keyboard and write your stories exclusively by hand, could you do it? If you already write everything by hand, a) are you a wizard and b) pen or pencil?

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

5. Do you have any writing superstitions? What are they and why are they 100% true?

6. What is your darkest fear about writing?

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

8. If you had to write an entire story without either action or dialogue, which would you choose and how would it go?

9. Do you believe in ghosts? This isn’t about writing I just wanna know

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

11. Do you believe in the old advice to “kill your darlings?” Are you a ruthless darling assassin? What happens to the darlings you murder? Do you have a darling graveyard? Do you grieve?

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?

14. Do you lend your books to people? Are people scared to borrow books from you? Do you know exactly where all your “lost” books are and which specific friend from school you haven’t seen in twelve years still possesses them? Will you ever get them back?

15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?

16. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever used as a bookmark?

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

20. If a witch offered you the choice between eternal happiness with your one true love and the ability to finally finish, perfect, and publish your dearest, darlingest, most precious WIP in exactly the way you've always imagined it — which would you choose? You can’t have both sorry, life’s a bitch

21. Could you ever quit writing? Do you ever wish you could? Why or why not?

22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud?

23. Describe the physical environment in which you write. Be as detailed as possible. Tell me what’s around you as you work. Paint me a picture.

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

26. How do you get into your character’s head? How do you get out? Do you ever regret going in there in the first place?

27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?

28. Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why?

29. Where do you draw your inspiration? What do you do when the inspiration well runs dry?

30. Talk to me about the role dreams play in your writing life. Have you ever used material from your dreams in your writing? Have you ever written in a dream? Did you remember it when you woke up?

31. Write a short love letter to your readers.

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

33. Do you practice any other art besides writing? Does that art ever tie into your writing, or is it entirely separate?

34. Thoughts on the Oxford comma, Go:

35. What’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?

36. They say to Write What You Know. Setting aside for a moment the fact that this is terrible advice...what do you Know?

37. If you were to be remembered only by the words you’ve put on the page, what would future historians think of you?

38. What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird? If you are comfortable, please share. If you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?

39. What keeps you writing when you feel like giving up?

40. Please share a poem with me, I need it.

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0026: Strange Tales #134

Cover Date: July 1965 On-Sale Date: April 8,1965

Doc's cover real estate shrinks to a text blurb again. While this is always disappointing, it is the last Human Torch/Thing story in Strange Tales and Nick Fury, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. will replace it starting next month. The battle with Mordo and Dormie continues much like earlier installments. There's only one sort-of first. Clea does something! Details below.

Doc returns to Earth and in a lovely bit on continuity, the portal looks a lot like the one that sent him away. The Sanctum Sanctorum must either still be occupied or booby trapped. Either way, Doc doesn't go home again. Rather he dons a hat and coat and heads to a nearby sleazy hotel. Once settled in, Doc goes ghost and heads to the Ancient One's temporary pad where Hamir the retainer continues his faithful retaining. Doc casts a spell to make him visible. Hamir greets Doc and finally gets to tell Doc that the old dude continues to babble about "Eternity" in his sleep. Doc hasn't got time for that! He needs to give the old boy a recharge and his all-purpose amulet is just the thing. Once his batteries are recharged, Doc takes a quick peek outside t see how close Mordo's minions are. There is one nearby and Doc heads to the Ancient One's main pad. It's now deserted. I guess Mordo didn't want to hang out there anymore.

Doc quickly scans the books and scrolls for this "Eternity" and finds nothing. Man, that amulet is better than Google Books and the Internet Archive put together! All that searching and no ads!

Whoops! Doc forgot to dissolve his visibility spell. A nearby minion, nowhere as cute as Gru's minions, sees him. The minion sends a signal home and Mordo does his equivalent of Jeannine from Ghostbusters "WE GOT ONE!" Dormammu, watching from the Dark Dimension on the floaty, smoky TV sends power to Mordo saying Doc must die. In the spirit of exposition, Dormie once again says once Doc is dead, he'll be free of his oath to stay hands off as far as Earth is concerned. Clea is once again eavesdropping on Dormie. Man, that throne room must be humongous for him not to sense this!

Back on Earth, Doc is battling Mordo and the Minions. Yes, Mordo has joined his ghost ninjas and is chasing Doc all over the globe. It's kind of like issue #125, but Mordo had Doc outnumbered.

At the beginning of this article I mentioned that Clea actually does something. Here's where that happens. Looking back into the Dark Dimension, Clea has stolen some sort of power leaching device that she plants near the barrier keeping the Mindless Ones at bay.

I love how Clea just thinks this obvious knowledge to herself. Yes, you should already know the barrier keeps the rock battle dudes in check. This reuse of this plot device is well illustrated and dynamic, however.

I love that panel of the charging Mindless One followed by a bunch of his fellows shooting their eye beams. This has the desired effect and Dormie must withdraw his support of Mordo and deal with domestic issues.

Once again, it appears Ditko's sense of distance is... odd. The Mindless Ones look to be about six feet away from Dormie. Back on Earth, Mordo continues to pursue our favorite magician. Doc is like, "Freak this! I'm going into space." He even flies through an airborne jet on the way.

It looks cool and Ditko's outer space is really impressive. With the Atlas days behind him, I think it's been awhile since he's been able to do this. Doc heads to the sun followed by Mordo. Mordo spouts something about a chemical change at the sun's core that can be fatal to ectoplasmic forms. The ninja minions flee and Mordo must pursue alone, without even Dormie for guidance. Doc draws him into the sun. Mordo follows for a bit, then his natural cowardice takes over. He thinks "can't someone else do it?", puts his tail between and scrams home. Ditko's interior of the sun is minimalist, but great.

Doc returns to Earth avoiding Mordo and pops back into the Ancient One's temporary cave and we see Hamir once again. Hamir explains the the amulet charge worked and doing the old dude good, but he's still in a coma. Doc attempts to probe the old guy's mind for information about "Eternity" but is rebuffed. Hold onto this. It'll come back into play later.

Dormie contacts the now returned Mordo and berates him for being a fraidy cat. He can't do anything at the moment because he's sitting in some triangle thing recharging. Lots of charging and recharging going on this story. And this is pre-Tesla supercharger days.

Clea returns the device and realizes it's only a matter of time before Dormie deduces it's her that caused all this kerfuffle. She gonna be in trouble! Doc returns to his body in the sleazy hotel with his new mission to find "Eternity."

While this story doesn't technically do much to move the overall arc forward we get seeds of future events planted. Ditko did a banger illustrating this. Everything is lovingly detailed. I think he was mostly inking his own work which means he pretty much had to draw this twice. It's impressive work. Clea's bit of derring-do sets her up for at least some degree of future involvement in the plot and draws her closer to Doc. We're in for a fun ride over the next few issues!