#I'M SO HONORED PLEASE

[smallestapplin]

Rodimus needs to be smothered with hugs and kisses from reader!

How did you know my weakness is Roddy?

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It's not hard to be affectionate with Rodimus, the captain doesn't really know how to keep his servos to himself, wheather that's a friendly pat or holding onto you like you'll disappear.

Of course you don't do much to tell him otherwise unlike most, you welcome it.

Being the only human on a ship filled with giant mechanical life forms had its ups and downs, but a wonderful upside was being able to sit on Rodimus's shoulder as he worked.

You easily find yourself leaning against his helm, nuzzling him like a happy cat. He can't stop smiling and giggling at your affection, for someone so small you have so much love to give, and he's happy to get all of it.

"Someone's needy today." he teases, nuzzling right back against you.

"Oh, I see how it is. Fine, I'll just stop then." You exaggerate a huff, scooting away from his helm.

His optics widen before grabbing you and holding you in his servos, his big blue optics look so watery as he puts on the best pouty face he can manage.

"No, wait, please I didn't mean it like that! C'mon, sweetspark, you know I love it when you're loving on me!"

"Hmm." You pretend to think, "Well, how do I know you mean it?"

Oh he sees that smirk, he knows what game you're playing, but he can't help but play along.

"I love you! I swear on the allspark you're my shnoocms! My babe, my sweetspark, my...uh...scrape whats the human word...uh..."

You can't help but chuckle at his blunder, which just makes his stuttering worse as he tries to think of it, but you don't let him.

"I love you too, now get that handsome face down here so I can kiss it."

Rodimus lights up practically beaming as he lifts you closer, his engines softly purring in content as your soft lips press all over his faceplate, his silver cheeks dusting blue from the energon coursing through him, but he can't stop himself.

He's giggling, lightly kicking his pedes in joy from your affection.

"Such a sweet bot I have." You coo, kissing the tip of his nose.

Rodimus lets out a soft squee sound, his optics sparkling, he's so easy to read.

"All yours?"

He's like a dog waiting for a treat.

"Yeah, all mine, my handsome man."

He eats up your praise like he's been straved all his life. He thrives off your praise, off your affection, always needing more of it, wanting to hear you speak so sweetly to him.

He can never get enough.

[gunsatthaphan]

"I'm not afraid."

[canisalbus]

Hii!!! Hello I just discovered your blog and oh my god im absolutely hooked I love machete so muchhh. I’ve known machete for a day and a half and if anything happened to him I’d kill everyone in this room and then myself- /ref (machete: *gets assassinated* me: a.)

Anyway!!! because of that I’ve really wanted to draw him and I was wondering if you’re okay with me posting it 👀 with proper credit of course and I’d tag you! Ik not everyone is comfortable with that so I thought I’d ask.

[liamobrienlove]

Favourite Liam Campaign 3 Moments - Imogen and Ludinus Meet (C3EP45)

[keiru-the-worm]

design swap of these two dumbasses + ship art cause it seems I'm the ONLY unpleasant and folly shipper in this DAMNED PLACE

[cuoredimuschio]

okay, but where's my steddie AU where steve wants to learn to play guitar to impress a girl he's infatuated with and he remembers that munson kid was always hanging up posters for his weird band at school, so he hikes out to eddie's usual dealing spot behind the track and asks (with far less groveling than he really should have) if eddie will teach him how to play, and obviously eddie says no because why would he want to help king steve, but of course, steve offers to pay him, $20 a week, and well, that's the kind of get-the-hell-out-of-this-shithole-town cash eddie really can't afford to refuse, so fine, he'll teach steve to play and they'll spend inordinate amounts of time together tucked away in eddie's room and they'll start to see that they have more in common than they thought and that they kind of had each other all wrong, and eddie will put his hand over steve's to help him get the placement for a tricky chord and it totally won't awaken anything in either of them?? where is it??

edit: i started writing it

[taesnix]

hear me out: Connor and Mitchell but have their first proper interaction be going on a quest (3rd quester is Lou Ellen because I need more Lou Ellen + Hermes kids shenanigans content) to retrieve a special conch shell that requires the cunning and craftiness of a Hermes and Hecate kid and a connection to the sea that only an Aphrodite kid has. Percy offers them a few pointers on sailing but after that, they're on their own.

not sure what exactly the quest would entail but at one point they stop by a port town and Connor steals a bunch of pearls from an extractor. Mitchell reasonably panics a bit when he finds out because oh gods barely a day in and he already has to charmspeak someone into forgiving and forgetting them but Lou Ellen discovers that the extractor was doing detrimental damage to the sea life, so not being able to profit off of the pearls and harming the business is actually perfectly alright in her books.

Connor: perfectly alright, you say?

Lou Ellen: yeah, why allow some assholes to make money off of animal abuse?

Mitchell, seeing the glint in both of their eyes get brighter: ... sigh. Fine, I guess we can fit ruining their operation in today's itinerary.

They go haywire. Lou Ellen works the mist to give them more cover than usual, allowing Connor to have his fun completely messing with the extractors by setting up (relatively) harmless traps and stealing a little more with each passing second, while Mitchell distracts and deflects any concerns the extractors have

One of the extractors: oh, uh, yes! I can definitely show you where we keep the metal pliers, it's somewhere in the back. Let me just—wait, where the hell are my keys?

Mitchell, leaning in heavy with charmspeak: I think you left them near the back door, right? We can just go there now.

Exactor guy: ... yeah, of course. I always do that, easy access you know? Follow me.

And when they reach the door, Lou Ellen knocks him out and Connor unlocks it, a silver set of keys appearing in his hand seemingly out of nowhere. He winks when he catches Mitchell staring.

The rest of the quest follows pretty much the same: with one of them getting sidetracked and the others jumping in to "have a little fun", as Connor likes to put it. They eventually find the conch shell and return to camp, a little wounded but a whole lot closer.

As soon as Connor is let out of the infirmary, he dashes to the Hephaestas cabin. Mitchell is curious, but no one seems to know anything. Lou Ellen just cackles like a madman when she hears. "Ha, he was so antsy for most of the quest. Glad he's able to do something about it now."

Mitchell has no idea what on earth she's talking about, which takes him more off guard than he'd ever thought it would. Because he really believed that him and Connor had become close friends after everything they'd gone through. And surely, he would’ve known if Connor had something else going on. But apparently not. And Lou Ellen did.

And so what if it makes something burn in his chest? To know that Connor is keeping something from him when he thought they'd passed that hurdle long ago. To have that one conversation under the stars, afloat at sea, just drifting calmly and releasing their worries to the wind, that meant so much to him, not hold that same weight?

So what if he had feelings for Connor?

Mitchell doesn't sulk, because an Aphrodite kid will always retain most of their pride in the face of rejection, dammit. Connor seems to be—not avoiding him, but a little distant than he'd grown familiar with, and it hurts a bit. He can admit that.

It isn't until a few days later that there's a tentative tap on his shoulder after lunch and Mitchell turns around to see none other than Connor Stoll with a face so red, Mitchell is genuinely concerned he's going to pass out.

Mitchell: Connor? Are you okay? You look like you're going to explode or something.

Connor, fiddling with something in his pocket: ah ha ha, um, well. I have—something. For you.

Mitchell, completely taken aback: what? For me?

Connor: yeah, I— uh, I had to ask Nyssa for some help and then I had to go steal—I mean, borrow another one of yours because I wasn't sure how many to use and Nyssa wouldn't stop teasing me even though it had to fit perfectly—but t-the point is! This is for you.

And carefully, he pulls his hand out from his pocket and opens it. Laying gently in the center of his palm is a pearl bracelet. It's beautiful.

Mitchell: wait, are those...?

Connor, fingers tapping restlessly and somehow blushing harder than before: the pearls I stole on the first day? Yeah. I saw them on that boat when we were pulling up to the harbour and I just—

He pauses to let out a low, quiet breath, as though steeling himself.

Connor: I noticed your weren't wearing your favourite bracelet when we left for the quest and Lou Ellen told me that it took some damage from the lava wall the other day and you were heartbroken about it— so, I figured... well, you deserve something as beautiful as you.

And Mitchell is just speechless. His heart is pounding so loud and he melts on the spot because it's the sweetest thing he's ever heard and Connor is the sweetest person ever and gods, it was all for him?

Both of their hands are shaking as Connor helps Mitchell with the bracelet's clasp. And of course, it fits perfectly. Snug but not tight, a comfortable weight like it had been there all along.

Connor begins to pull away but Mitchell grabs his hand properly before he can. With hesitant maneuvering, Mitchell interlocks their fingers. The pearl bracelet subtlety reflects the light from the sun, making it look like it's glowing between them. Mitchell softly gazes at Connor, who tentatively matches his smile.

Mitchell: I love it, I really do. Thank you so much, Connor.

Connor: I'm, I'm really glad you do.

Mitchell: I want to take you somewhere. Follow me?

Connor: of course, anywhere.

So Mitchell leads Connor to his favourite spot near the strawberry fields, where there's enough shade under the sturdy tree but still bright and alive with the sun. Somewhere where they can once more lie down and hear the distant waves, free to drift off calmly and release their feelings and dreams, not just worries, to the winds, side by side.

They run into Lou Ellen on their way there. She takes one look at their intertwined hands, the new bracelet around Mitchell's wrist, and she lets out a triumphant whoop!

Lou Ellen: oh let's GO!!! Connor Stoll, bless your little heart, Cecil owes me 10 drachmas now!

Mitchell: huh, so I'm guessing you knew about this?

Lou Ellen: Mitchell, sweetheart. Every time you looked away, he had the worst case of lovesick puppy eyes I've ever seen. I thought it was bad at camp but this guy was clearly holding back. And I had to put up with Solangelo getting their shit together first-hand.

Connor: wh— I— wait. Did Cecil bet against me? Also...Solangelo?

Lou Ellen: Will and Nico, their last names. And Cecil didn't think you'd ever get the guts to properly talk to Mitchell after the quest, never mind enough to give him the bracelet. I, on the other hand, am familiar with what the sheer powers of long time pining can do. Also, having to stare into each other's eyes for like, 5 minutes while holding the conch shell pretty much sealed the deal.

Connor and Mitchell, now BOTH bright red:

Lou Ellen, snapping her fingers with a wild grin: hang on! Connor, Mitchell, conch shell... holy shit maybe this was fate.

And that, folks, is how Conchell came to be.

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

thoughts on broppy?

Something something the one person who never gives up on you no matter how hard you try to make yourself untouchable, unlovable. A person who defends you even when you don't deserve it for no other reason than the fact they care.

They care like its a contagious thing, they care so much you think there must be something wrong with them and no matter how many times you reject that care it's relentless. You think they must be stupid to care so much until you realize they're not. You end up seeing deeper than what is at the surface, the sarcasm that matches yours, the bite along with the everlasting positivity. You see it andyou can't help but love it from a distance and be overwhelmed by it up close. Something about falling in love with the qualities you thought needed a reality check. Something about being vulnerable and showing a part of yourself because that's how you love someone. Something about supporting and caring back and being hurt and being different but wanting it to work anyway. Something about staying by them no matter what, no matter how much closeness hurts sometimes because they're worth it and quickly they become the most important person in the world to you. You know them inside and out and somewhere along the way you realize they know you like that too, even when you don't understand what you're feeling, they seem to know. Something about learning to listen and learning to care and supporting each others happiness no matter how different you are. Being with the person you're most comfortable with in the world, feeling most calm in a storm when you're holding their hand. Loving each other for your differences and complimenting those qualities with your own

yeah i think they're alright

[procrastinationaccount]

Hey can you explain how wake got in the sword? And how wake did the whole revenant thing? Her storyline after her and johns baby is sooooo confusing to me

I'm not the best person to ask about this tbh I'm sorry 😭 My thought process:

We know that she went directly from her bones to the sword (HtN 469), that anything strongly associated with her life or death will work, including anything that touched her murder weapon (172); however, Wake was kicked out of an airlock (so G1deon's boot and No Air) and Gideon's sword was still wrapped when she got it (418), so that seems like a dead end. We know that Gideon's sword is of the Drearburh stock, which are traditionally not touched without gloves or bled on by anyone who isn't the owner (323), and it's at the very least the same type of sword Alecto used, but she didn't overlap with Wake's timeline, so that also seems like a dead end.

On the other hand, we have Nonius forming a revenant link through Ortus' "sheer passion" (453) for him; Gideon certainly had passion for calling her mother to her in spades, so I wonder if she could have done it by accident? There's also the emphasis on blood wards being transferable through the blood of direct relatives, so maybe thanergetic links work the same way and Gideon bleeding on the sword at some point let Wake use it as a vessel. My final, least textually supported guess is that at some point Gideon fought a skeleton that included her bones and damage to them still counted as interacting with her thalergy/thanergy, especially since her revenant was still in them. Idk idk.

Things become more clear-cut going into her HtN plotline. Since Harrow killed Cytherea with the sword she was in, she had a thanergetic link to her corpse and was able to use it to spook Harrow, alternately have sexy times and try to kill Pyrrha (and/or G1deon), and get her audience with Jod at the end. She also had access to Harrow's head, presumably because Harrow washes the sword down with her arterial blood every night (59 - babygirl whyyyyy). Then Abigail and Magnus successfully exorcised her from Harrow and the sword, and Pyrrha destroyed her last corporeal anchor by destroying Cytherea's brain (confirmed on 455 and 472)

Presumably she's currently in the River living her best afterlife. I mean, even if she has no way of knowing this in the end G1deon died surrounded by comrades, her niece successfully nepotismed her way into one of the most important positions of her organization, her bomb got the tomb open, and Pyrrha is stuck technically working under said niece while caring for a parade of casualties of devotion. Honestly she's the closest thing this series has to a girlboss winning.

[causenessus]

F IN THE CHAT FOR @eggyrocks' CANVA SUBSCRIPTION THEY FORGOT TO CANCEL 😔😔 BUT GUYS LOOK AT WHAT THEY MADE!!!!!

[oroniel]

Look, I am not famous, but I have been in situations where I have been highly visible in certain communities, for various reasons, and people have asked a lot of inappropriate questions, and made a lot of assumptions about me and about the work I was doing. And I'm telling you that it is unbelievably difficult to remain gracious in those circumstances over the long term. You cannot sustain trying to satisfy everyone's imaginary perceptions of you and your work, and you also cannot sustain your feelings of goodwill towards the community that is doing this stuff to you.

Leave. The. Actors. Alone.

We are so incredibly lucky to have this cast of wildly gifted people who love their work and the source material and who are willing to engage with fans. Don't wreck that by repeatedly pushing boundaries that they've clearly established. And also remember that some of this fan engagement is labor that they're contractually required to do, and pushing them into uncomfortable spaces in that context is doubly egregious. Engage with them on the stuff they're obviously excited to talk about, and you will have a great set of relationships over time. Don't burn them out.

And finally, remember that we have no idea what personal background and experiences people are bringing to the work and these interviews. We have no idea what might be triggering for them, or in what ways. If someone is saying that they see a particular dynamic as abusive and narcissistic, stop pushing them to publicly acknowledge that it's something else. You have NO idea what this might be bringing up for them. Please.

[triglycercule]

if dust takes off his hood and scarf then nobody can recognize him. he has literally no permanent traits that make him recognizable (which actually kinds upsets me because,,,,, there is no physical representation of his character development from sans to dust BUT EAAHHHH whatever,,, we cope with it.) but in like a silly goofy comedic way. it's like perry the playapus ans dr doofenshirmst (incorrect spelling but only by societies standards)

dust with hood down and no scarf

killer: a sans?

he puts on the scarf

horror: a GENOCIDE sans???

the hood goes up

killer: DUST SANS AKA MURDER SANS AKA DUSTTALE SANS FROM HIT AU DUSTTALE?????

horror's skull breaks a second time on the other side from sheer shock

[dinosaurwithablog]

I'm taking a tranquilizer and going to bed. There is too much red on the map for me to deal with right now. My nerves are shot. Tonight, I'm gonna be saying my prayers... please, please, please... let kamala win. 🙏🏼 please , God, help us, please 🙏🏼 love, kindness, and acceptance are the answers. Those ideals are what's in my heart and are the basis for my existence. I don't know of any other way to be. It's who i am, through and through. Please, don't take that from us all. I don't know how to live with all the hate that the color red on the map implies. I'm having trouble breathing. It's time for bed.... No matter who wins, I will always be based on love, kindness, and acceptance. No one can take that away from me. I won't let them. It's who I am. It's who I choose to be. It's the right way to be. At least, I know that I will never change who I am and what I am. 🙏🏼💜😢 I can't do 4 more years of tyranny, hate, and injustice. Well, I can, but i don't want to. It offends my very being. I'm going to bed. 🙏🏼 no matter what, I'll deal with it as always. Please let there still be hope whence I awaken. 🙏🏼 🙏🏼 🙏🏼 I'm so tired of fighting for one nation, under god, with liberty and justice for all, but i will never stop fighting for that. I believe 🙏🏼 💜💜💜 always

Thank you to everyone who is sharing kindness, hope, and love with us all tonight. Bless you!! It is, definitely, needed. I needed it very much. Thank you 🫂🙏🏼💜💜💜

[tennis-kittens]

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[liamobrienlove]

Liam in Narrative Telephone Episode 6.

[eurydia]