#Inner Universe II

[supernovae-explosion]

𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷 𝓸𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮? 𝟙𝟠+

I. II. III. .·:¨ Dividers | Masterlist ¨:·. 🔞 MDNI 🔞

Hello! To pick a pile please clear your mind and focus on the images above, whichever one speaks to you the most or you feel the most drawn to, this one is for you! If more than one speaks to you, feel free to read both. Remember to take only what resonates with you 🌠 If you enjoyed this reading please like and reblog, it's very appreciated <3

PILE I.

In their eyes, you are a walking goddess, everything they ever dreamt of, their soulmate. They feel it very intensively which makes them willing to fight for you. You are what they were asking for the universe, and they finally found it, they for sure are not letting you go. I can feel this possessive energy coming from them. It’s like they fantasize about chanting under their breath “mine mine mine” while you guys enjoy each other. The way you walk and present yourself, the way you take care of yourself has a big effect on them it really turns them on. Your initial indifference and playing hard to get when you meet makes them very riled up, they want to fight for you, make you theirs. They want to explore you, not only your body, but your mind – all the secrets, every detail about you and how you think, it makes them excited. They have this dominating energy, but whenever you come up they get more submissive, I really feel like they would be into worshipping you and your body, pleasing you as much as they can. They are really into this, you are a prize in their eyes and winning you over is the most satisfying thing they can do, they can’t help themselves. They might want to spoil you with gifts, in their mind it would help a lot with winning you over, no matter how much things would cost I feel like they would go with it just to satisfy you.

Songs: Telepatía by Kali Uchis | Dark Red by Steve Lacy | National Anthem by Lana Del Rey

PILE II.

This may be a third party situation or a secret relationship type of beat. What I'm seeing for sure here is that being sneaky and keeping it a secret is really working on their excitement – I’m seeing a scenario where you two sneak out of the party to the bathroom to enjoy yourselves, the danger of being found out makes it thrilling, exciting, which turns them on even more. They might be into kissing your neck a lot, or even biting it, they like it rough. You really pushed this person to the edge, they see you as this never stopping, powerful individual. There’s this weird connection between the two of you, this may be a karmic relationship. On a lighter note, it seems like you are a light in the tunnel for them, they may feel alone and unappreciated in this current situation they are in but you bring this excitement and will for a new beginning into their life again. They really give off this capricorn energy, maybe they have some planets in it, or they are ruled by saturn? This will be a sign that this pile is for you. Your inner strength and determination makes them feel ways they didn’t feel before, it’s very dangerous and alluring and it makes them go crazy with want. They may have options around them, but you take all their attention, you have this magnetic pull on them and their instincts.

Songs: So High by Doja Cat | See You Again by Tyler, The Creator and Kali Uchis | I Don’t Wanna Talk (I Just Wanna Dance) by Glass Animals

PILE III.

Your creativity, your strategical thinking, how easy it all is for you, how you to make friends without breaking a sweat. They see you as this wise advisor, someone who’s good at everything, who is willing to help and support them in each single endeavor. Someone who thinks before they act. They really admire you, they might have a gemini venus, this really screams at me that your intellect is turning them on, sapiosexual is the word I was looking for. The way you are so well put together, how you have things figured out, the amount of hard work you put in everything you do - this is really working wonders on them, they really admire you I’m so serious right now. They want to see you succeed and I think they might be even more proud about it than you haha! They might be more into traditional sex, full of affection and love, showing you how much and how strong they actually feel for you. If they were to try new things I think they might be into you dominating them. There’s a part in this connection where I feel like they might feel like they’re worse than you. I know the question was different but that’s what I’m seeing and I feel like it needs to be said, I wish you all the best.

Songs: Hot Sugar by Glass Animals | Peppers by Lana Del Rey | WUSYANAME by Tyler, The Creator

[phantasmallussion]

The Equation of Us

In which Phainon is a hopeless chemistry student who finally understands the subject by falling hopelessly in love and turning every exam into a love letter.

content: phainon x gn!reader, modern university au

word count: 1.7k

note: i wanted to make something before his banner drops, so here's an attempt. this is my first time writing phainon, so i'm so sorry if it's bad or ooc. formatted on phone, so the format might be a bit off as well.

I. Phainon is Bad at Chemistry (Until He Isn't)

Phainon is, by all definitions, a disaster at General Chemistry.

It's not that he doesn't try. He studies, shows up to classes, and even volunteers to mop the lab floor when someone drops the potassium-filled beaker again. But there is just something about acids, chemical bonding, and thermodynamics that just... won't stick.

Until you came along.

Somehow, the moment he started associating chemical principles with you, everything clicked. Like how ionic bonds are one-sided love. Or how magnetic fields reminded him of the ways you make his heart pull sideways when you walk into the room. Soon his notes are no longer filled with the complicated jargons and diagrams as was shown by his professor, Anaxagoras, on the board but is instead replaced with little doodles and analogies connected to you.

Suddenly, chemistry is Phainon's favourite subject. Not because he's good at it, but because every question feels like a metaphor for his hopeless crush.

II. A Guide to Chemistry (Written in Phainon-Speak)

(Or, a glimpse into Phainon's notebook)

He's doomed. And Mydei, his best friend, is now aware of it.

They were studying together after classes, reviewing notes and discussing lessons. But this study session has long devolved into Phainon drawing stick figures of you and him with electrons drawn between them. He has not been paying attention to any of Mydei's words for the past 15 minutes and Mydei is starting to be annoyed at the lack of response. So he turned his gaze to his silent friend and came face-to-face with a very concerning list of things.

✧ Note A: Bonding Types ○ Ionic bond: When someone gives away everything—like I would, if they asked. One-sided, but powerful. Painful and devastating, very me-coded. ○ Covalent bond Shared electrons = shared food and drinks. Strong and stable. Very couple-coded. ○ Hydrogen bond Small and fleeting, like when their hands brushed against mine once and I couldn't breathe for three minutes.

✧ Note B: Magnetic Fields Technically it is formed when charges move. But also, when they enter a room and all my atoms realign. North Pole, South Pole? All irrelevant, my compass only points to them.

✧ Note C: Activation Energy The minimum energy needed to start a reaction. For me, that's three hours of inner turmoil, two hours of Mydei pep talks, and one caffeine overdose just to text them: 'hey do u wanna study together later maybe if you're free haha'.

✧ Note D: Chemical Equilibrium When the forward and reverse reactions are equal and occur at the same rate. It's like when they flirt with me by accident and I flirt back on purpose, they get flustered and I get flustered, we both freaked out and retreated at the same time. Balance. Equilibrium achieved. Both parties suffering.

"You're gonna fail both chem and romance in the same semester at this rate."

"HEY!!"

Mydei is tired and exasperated.

But Phainon? Phainon has never understood chemistry better.

III. Midterm Examinations and the Paper That Started It All

Phainon's Chemistry Midterm Paper

(Graded by: Professor Anaxagoras Professor Cerces)

Comment (all written in Cerces' handwriting): Professor Anaxa has refused to grade this paper properly so I have taken the liberty of grading it in his stead.

Question 1: Define polar vs non-polar covalent bonds. Answer: A polar bond is like when I like them more than they like me. Unbalanced, but still connected. A non-polar bond is when we're both blushing idiots too afraid to confess. Equal, with maximum tension. (I prefer non-polar, personally) Comment: Full marks.

Question 2: Describe an exothermic reaction. Answer: An exothermic reaction releases heat into the surroundings. Like when they laughed. Or when they brushed my hair back last Tuesday and I short-circuited. Pretty sure I melted internally. 100% heat released. No regrets. Comment: Correct. Also, too much detail.

Question 3: Explain Le Chatelier's Principle. Answer: When a system is disturbed, it shifts to restore balance. If I start ignoring them (usually by accident), they start sending me dog memes. When they forget to reply, I send them stupid chemistry puns. We always shift to equilibrium, return to chaotic harmony. It's the balance of love. Comment: Scientific accuracy = ✔️ Emotional damage = also ✔️

Question 4: What is an intermolecular force, and how does it differ from intramolecular force? Answer: Intermolecular = between separate molecules = the gravitational pull I feel when they walk by. Intramolecular = inside the molecule = the feelings I try to supress but fail to contain. TL;DR: both are responsible for me being completely stuck on them Comment: Perfectly phrased. It's brilliant, but also tragic.

Extra Credit (Free Response): What does chemistry mean to you? Answer: Chemistry is the invisible pull between two elements. Sometimes reactive, sometimes dangerous. but sometimes... just right. They are the element I wasn't supposed to discover, but now that I have, I don't think I'll ever be inert again. Also, please pass me. I need this for graduation. I'll even name my next molecule after you. Comment: A+ Score. And do note that the one who graded this paper is me, Cerces, not Anaxa.

Final Score: 85/100. PASS.

IV. And The News Spreads

It starts small.

Anaxa "accidentally" leaks a few lines to Aglaea in the faculty lounge. A student nearby heard their conversation and got their hands on the original paper. An anonymous student submitted it to the school zine as a meme; it somehow passed checks and got published under the title "Chemical Bonding: The Sappy Edition". The zine was quickly stopped soon after but word still spread faster than flu season in the dorm halls.

But they weren't just laughing at it, they were studying with it. Freshmen started using it as study guides. Then came the memes, the academic forum post, and a bootleg version was reprinted under the name "Chemistry of Love 101" in a study zine.

And Phainon... Phainon became a chemistry icon.

V. The Dreaded Day (But This Time Phainon Is Ready)

Phainon walks in early with a confident stride and sit front and center. He was calm. Too calm. Anaxa side-eyes him from his position on the podium.

A few hours later, the exam papers had all been collected and ready for grading. Anaxa's hands reaches for one at random. He took a quick glance at the answer, then stared hard at the name column, and finally released a huge sigh. Today is going to be a long day.

Then, one afternoon, the results came in

Students filtered out of the lecture hall in waves, clutching their graded papers with expressions ranging from mild horror to cautious joy.

You were sitting on the steps outside the chemistry building, drink in one hand and phone on the other, scrolling aimlessly. The air was buzzing with noise and the breeze was warm. You honestly didn't expect much from today—maybe a nap, maybe existential dread. But what you certainly didn't expect is for Phainon to stand in front of you, nervously hugging a stack of papers like it contained both his future and his grocery list.

"Hey," he said.

You looked up. He was flushed, hair a little messy, expression nervous but hopeful.

"Hey," you answered, smiling. "You okay?"

He hesitated, then dropped onto the step beside you with a dramatic sigh.

"I'm about to do something dumb," he muttered.

You raised an eyebrow at that. "Is it the same kind of dumb as replacing Mydei's sugar and salt bottles, or...?"

"No, like—emotionally dumb," he said, then pulled a single sheet from the middle of the stack and held it out. "Here. Read this."

You blinked. "You're... giving me your final exam paper?"

"Just look at it. Please?" he said, eyes wide and weirdly intense. "I swear it's not about the grades."

You took the page. At the top was his name written in familiar scrawl.

And right below that is what you could recognise as Anaxa's handwriting:

Grade: 100/100

Comment: I refuse to ever lay my (singular) eye on this paper again. I recommend you send these "texts" to the actual recipient instead of my grading inbox.

You snorted. "Already promising," you said, flipping the page.

What followed is less like a science exam and more like a romantic thesis disguised as academic desperation.

Some carefully selected excerpts from Phainon's finals:

"A chemical reaction must overcome activation energy. I overcame mine the day I met them."

"Endothermic reactions absorb heat. But being around them is exothermic, they make me burn and I will do so happily."

"Stability constant, K = [Products]/[Reactants]. And I am more stable when they are near."

"When I say I love them, it's not hyperbole. It's data. Proven through every beat of my heart and every laugh of theirs that knocks the air out of my lungs. They are the catalyst and I am hopelessly, irreversibly reacting."

And at the very end, written almost like a postscript, is your name followed by "will you be my equilibrium?"

You stared at the last line for a long moment, something warm and strange tightening in your chest. Beside you, Phainon was silent. You turned your head. He was staring straight ahead, hands fidgeting on his lap, as if afraid to look you in the eye.

"You really wrote all this?" you asked softly.

He let out a breath that trembled at the edges. "Yeah. I didn't think Professor Anaxa would read the whole thing. I was just—y'know—sleep deprived, emotionally compromised, and full of caffeine."

You traced the margin of the paper with your finger.

"But I meant all of it," his voice was firm although he still wasn't looking at you. "Even if i flunked, i figured i should try telling the truth, just once."

You reached into your bag and pulled out a red pen of your own. Phainon blinked as you uncapped it and scribbled something at the end of the paper, then passed it back to him.

He read it. Paused. And nearly fell off the steps.

Beside the black ink of his own handwriting is your newly added words written in red.

"will you be my equilibrium?"

Grade: 100/100

Comment: Yes. Always."

[wileys-russo]

spoiled rotten (3) II a.putellas

part of the spoiled rotten universe spoiled rotten (3) II a.putellas

"alexia? baby you do know she is not going to disappear if you take your eyes off of her for five seconds." you teased quietly, poking your head into your daughters room and finding your girlfriend sat in the feeding chair watching the eight month old like a hawk.

"sh! amor you will wake her." your girlfriend warned with a frown, face softening at the eyebrow raised her way as you carefully padded into the room, sitting down on her lap as her arms wound their way around your waist.

an apologetic kiss was pressed to your shoulder as you joined the blonde in staring adoringly at the tiny bundle of pink skin and ringlets of dark brown hair, swaddled tightly in a cream colored blanket.

"she is so tiny." you exhaled with a soft smile, alexia's chin finding home on your shoulder with a hum of agreement. you weren't sure how long the two of you sat there for, alexia holding you tightly as you relaxed into the welcoming warmth of her embrace.

this little habit of hers wasn't anything new, and these days any time you couldn't find the footballer all it took was a few steps into your daughters room and there she'd be, staring at her with a fierce love in her eyes you'd never seen before the birth of amalia.

to the pair of you and your inner circle of loved ones you called her lia, much to the thrilled delight of your niece layla who was convinced that lia was as close to her own name as you could get which must mean amalia was named after her.

your sister discouraged the thought but neither you or alexia minded, lala and lia, both of their nicknames within the family, seemed an adorable pairing and your heart swelled whenever you watched how patient and gentle the usually bubbly and hyperactive eight year old was with your daughter.

the first time layla had held lia you were so overcome with hormones and emotions you needed to leave the room in tears, ingrid hurrying after you as mapi was too busy chewing your girlfriends ear off about how that must mean you wanted another baby.

as much as alexia adored amalia you didn't miss the way her face paled anytime a second baby was mentioned and found it endlessly amusing to tease her about just getting the baby stage out of the way with another one at the same time.

alexia would laugh nervously and you'd grin, kissing away her awkward smile and assuring you were only teasing. you knew one little baby for the pair of you to stress and worry over was enough for the time being.

and it wasn't a lie.

stress and worry went hand in hand when it came to you and alexia trying to work out how to navigate parenthood for the first time, overwhelmed with tips and wives tales and stories and tricks from both of your entire families.

the first month of amalia's life was chaotic to say the least.

your own mother flew over from england to be there for the birth to support you, eli insisting she stay with her and suddenly the date of her return flight home was pushed further and further away.

then between the pair of them for those first four weeks neither you or your girlfriend seemed to have a minute alone with your own daughter.

both older women seemed to spend every spare second they could hovering and cuddling and kissing and fussing and cooing over the tiny infant, and at first it was helpful, then it very quickly grew to be painful.

it felt as if nothing you or alexia did was right. you'd change lias diaper, one of them would swoop in and redo it, assuring you their way was better.

alexia would try to swaddle her before bed, just like the both you had learned in prenatal classes and practiced for months leading up to the birth.

but it never seemed to be tight enough or right enough for either of your mothers, who would again just redo it with an unintentionally condescending click of the tongue.

your own attempts to softly urge them back to their own homes and your mother back to england were dismissed with a wave of their hands assuring it was absolutely fine and no trouble at all.

and you were sure it wasn't trouble for them, however it was becoming unbearable for yourself and alexia, the once perfectly spacious apartment you shared feeling suffocatingly small with two more overbearing and uninvited tenants.

eventually, when your softer approach hadn't worked alexia had stepped in and put her foot down firmly with the pair of them. the blonde wouldn't take no for an answer, practically pushing both women out and deadlocking the door, the two of you sharing a smile and then bursting out into laughter at the much welcome silence.

though both you and your girlfriend were fiercely fiercely protective of amalia, alexia was particularly strict when it came to introducing her to new people.

or more specifically, introducing her formally to the rest of the barcelona squad bar amalias godparents who'd all but charged your door down a few days after you brought her home, mapi threatening to kick it in if you didn't let her and ingrid inside.

you knew the rest of the girls had been begging alexia to meet amalia, mainly because that begging was done through you knowing that bar your daughter you were the only other person able to melt the stern faced captain like butter.

so almost three months after she was born, alexia finally agreed to let you bring amalia to the training centre, both of you already in agreement that a football match was no place for a newborn, both you and amalia watching most of alexia's games at home on tv.

most weekends eli or alba would offer to babysit so you could go and watch in person, though it took a lot to convince either of you to leave your daughter alone with someone who wasn't you or alexia.

but leaving amalia with family was a little easier, and your own family spent a lot of time flying back and forth between england and spain to visit as well, though you think a lot of that you could thank alexia for as the girl knew sometimes you grew homesick and would encourage the invitation.

many times she'd tried to organise for the three of you to go back to england, but you were firm on your stance you wanted amalia to get a little older before putting her through the stress of a flight and a holiday.

you smiled in amusement as you caught sight of your girlfriend waiting for you by the gate, pulling open the car door before you'd even stopped properly and sliding into the back beside amalia's carseat.

you cleared your throat as your daughter was showered with kisses and you were not, alexia smiling guiltily and leaning forward over the console to greet you as well, apologizing softly against your lips.

"should we take the stroller?" you asked after you'd parked, amalia bundled up in alexia's arms in a little barcelona onesie, and seeing the way your girlfriends face lit up at the sight of it melted your heart.

"no, they will all want to hold her anyway." alexia rolled her eyes and you chuckled, locking the car and clicking your tongue at the girl who grabbed the baby bag off of you.

"cariño i can carry something!" you insisted as the midfielder shook her head, shutting up your protests with a kiss as the pair of you made your way through the carpark toward the elevator.

"oh did someone have a good nap today princesa? tan soñoliento!" alexia cooed, bouncing lia with a soft smile as you leaned your head on the taller girls shoulder, both of you watching as she started to wake up a little more.

with lia sleeping about 14-16 hours a day ideally, there were slim windows when you could take her out and about, and her little puffy face after she'd just woken up never failed to melt both you and alexia.

it was safe to say that despite the firm boundaries you'd put in with your girlfriend not spoiling your niece, all of that went out the window when it came to your daughter, both you and alexia buying anything and everything for the tiny brunette.

"sí that is your mami's nose!" you laughed as lia grabbed at alexia's face, blowing a spit bubble as alexia blew a raspberry on her cheek and she gave a gummy smile.

"su pelo crece tan rápido!" the blonde marveled, twirling a small ringlet of hair wide eyed as lia babbled and grabbed her nose again, the elevator stopping at the right floor and you hummed.

everyday without fail one of you point out the inevitable fact that your daughter was changing. if it be her hair was thicker, a new freckle appeared, an item of clothing seemed marginally tighter.

and there was nothing either of you found more overwhelmingly beautiful than baring witness to the tiny human being you'd both created growing up before your very eyes.

you'd both been making an effort to speak english and spanish around her as much as possible, wanting her to grow up able to speak both despite the fact she'd be living in spain, but england was still home for you and alexia wanted that for amalia as well.

"amor maybe it is too soon." alexia stopped suddenly, a few feet from the closed changing room door with nerves painted clearly into her features, eyebrows furrowed into a frown of uncertainty.

"hey, ale. baby." you nudged her shoulder as her eyes dropped down toward you. "lia brings us so much joy, it would be mean not to share that with everyone else. you know they will be careful and gentle, but they will also be very very excited!" you smiled reassuringly as your girlfriend nodded, still seemingly hesitant.

"give her to me. you can go in first, make sure everything is fine and we will come in once you're happy. okay?" your hand tenderly caressed her cheek as again the blonde nodded, pressing an appreciative soft kiss to your lips and slipping amalia into your awaiting arms.

"well if it is not my favorite little god daughter!" you were pulled from your thoughts at the voice behind you, turning to see ingrid walking toward you, her ankle taped up.

"i just rolled it during training. it is nothing too bad!" she assured watching your face crease with concern as you noticed, cooing her hello's at amalia as she gave you a side hug careful not to bump her.

"so you have been taken off of house arrest?" the norweigan grinned making you laugh, ingrid poking at your daughters feet and beaming at the little giggles which she was rewarded with.

"mm she is probably in there making them all wash their hands five times and form an orderly line." you chuckled knowing your girlfriend all too well, the girl in question poking her head out of the change rooms and calling your name.

"oye! cata no you put that down!" she darted right back inside with a yell making both you and ingrid share a look and grin. you heard chatter as ingrid pushed open the door for you, but everything fell silent as you and amalia stepped inside, many pairs of eyes trained on the two of you.

then suddenly it erupted, everyone cooing and fussing and crowding around you, ignoring your girlfriend trying to boss them all back into line and yelling at them to be quiet, basically talking to the walls as not a soul was listening to a word she said.

glancing over to her you very carefully handed amalia over to frido, mapi and ingrid both assuring you they would keep a close eye over their goddaughter as you gently pushed your way out of the crowd.

"hola grumpy." you teased at your girlfriend sat on the bench with a face like thunder, eyes still sharply trained to your daughter but they flickered to you as her lip curled downward into a slight pout and you took a seat next to her.

"te dije que estarían emocionados." you reminded softly, alexia just crossing her arms over her chest, watching as your daughter was passed around and marveled over, mapi staying right by her side the entire time.

"like the lion king." you joked quietly bumping your hip into the footballers, both of you having watched the movie in question easily a hundred times over the years given it was your niece layla's all time favourite.

"if any of them lifts her up like that-" alexia began to stand as you tugged on the back of her training top sending her back down onto the bench.

"they won't. look, mapi is right with her and you know she would not let anybody harm a single hair on amalia's head. remember the cafe?" you reminded as alexia pulled a face.

it had been one of the first times you'd taken lia out in public since she was born, you and alexia meeting mapi and ingrid for breakfast not far from your apartment.

everything had been going well and after lots of cuddles from her godmothers lia was soundly asleep in her stroller which was safely tucked in between you and alexia.

it had all happened in seconds.

there had been two young boys riding skateboards, not watching where they were going they'd gone flying past and almost knocked a poor waitress over who accidentally spilled a coffee all over you, a few drops landing on amalia and the noise of everything jolting her awake, her cries sounding loudly as alexia scooped her up.

before anyone could even speak mapi was up and on her feet, charging over toward the boys and yelling at them in spanish so fast even you and ingrid struggled to understand what was being said.

you assured the waitress over and over it wasn't her fault, the horrified young girl in tears as ingrid stood up to collect her girlfriend who was still telling off the boys who'd gone ghost white in embarrassment, backed against a wall as the footballer yelled at them.

you stomped on your own girlfriends foot and send her a harsh look, nodding toward the poor girl still with tears in her eyes as alexia sighed and gently assured her it was fine, and that it had just spooked your daughter but she was entirely unharmed.

"i do not think those boys will ever touch a skateboard again." alexia hummed at the memory, the ghost of a smile on her lips as her arms uncrossed, one draping across your shoulders as your hand rested on her knee.

"look at her mi amor, she is so so loved, surrounded by her tías."

neither of you were surprised that after such a big day of meeting people amalia was barely able to keep her eyes open when you got home, the pair of you taking turns to try and keep her awake for at least another hour as if she fell asleep now she'd be up around two in the morning.

"-and bebita do you know why your mama and i love each other so much?" you paused by the door to your daughters room, melting at the sight of alexia laid down on the floor with amalia sat up on her chest, supported by your girlfriends strong hands.

"because of you! nuestro amorcita. together with our love we gave each other you, and we love you bebita! muy muy muy muy mucho." alexia cooed softly, kissing your daughters little hands as she squealed.

"the most perfect little girl in the world." you agreed, alexia looking up with a lovesick smile as you entered the room, laying down beside her as your girlfriend bounced amalia up and down on her chest.

"it really suits you, being a mami." you complimented, kissing your girlfriends cheek and watching as a slight blush crept up her neck, relishing in the fact you pulled this more shy and softer side out of her.

"does this mean you want to call me mami too?" the blonde gave you a wolfish grin, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively as you rolled your eyes.

"do you smell that?" you sniffed the air, alexia frowning and pulling amalia a little closer, smelling her clean diaper. "not the bebita." the catalan shook her head, clearly confused.

"oh! no, lo siento it is the smell of your shitty flirting." you warned and hit her shoulder, amalia giggling and blowing a spit bubble.

"oh do you think that is funny lia?" you cooed, flicking alexia's ear as again amalia giggled. "your silly mami thinks she is so funny too!" you harshly pinched alexias cheek as she whined and amalia gave a gummy smile, smacking her hands down on your girlfriends chest.

"ya me están atacando." the blonde mumbled with a pout that you leaned over and softly kissed away. "mmm get used to it putellas." you teased with a wink, turning your shared attention back to your daughter.

~

you smiled and waved, alexia using amalia's little hand to wave back as she stood in the pool, your daughter safely in her arms as the instructor called out they were about to begin.

"so she has no idea?" alba asked quietly beside you as you shook your head, a grin of delight on your face making the younger girl chuckle. "oh she is going to kill you chica." alba mused with a shake of her head and a smile on her lips.

"eres mujer muerta." "mm maybe, worth it though." you winked, both you and alba waving wildly at amalia as alexia moved into the circle of other mothers.

you'd both been in agreement you wanted amalia to learn how to swim as soon as possible, given that you and alexia loved the beach and she did too, and you hoped growing up your daughter would continue a love for the water.

normally you would be the one to take amalia to the mami and me swimming lessons due to alexia's training schedule, but feeling an enormous sense of fomo alexia had made an arrangement with the club to finish early every second tuesday so the pair of you could take turns.

skin to skin contact was so important while amalia was little and even if she wouldn't directly admit it you knew alexia had deep seeded insecurities about not spending enough time with her in that way.

she'd floated the idea of having less commitments, but you knew football meant the world to her in a different way and she was years off retiring, and you'd support her in anyway possible.

so compromise was key, and you did everything you could to assure she had every single opportunity to bond with your daughter, never taking for granted that you had it easier with being home with her most days.

"-and now we will sing the swimming song!" you and alba stopped your conversation at that announcement, grinning at each other and watching your girlfriends face drop.

"it has been nice knowing you, i will make sure lia grows up knowing her mama loved her." alba sighed squeezing your knee as you laughed and shoved the younger girl, alexia shooting you a beyond murderous look as the backing track started.

"today we go swim! today we go swim! what do we need? before we get in! what do we need? before we get in!" the instructor sang, clapping along to the beat as all the other women in the pool bounced their babies and sang along.

"our shoes come off! our shoes come off! we put our swim cap on! our swim cap on!" the song continued as you and alba clapped along, the younger putellas recording on her phone as your girlfriend was beet red, merely mumbling the words as the song repeated itself.

"lia's mami we can't hear you!" the instructor cooed and you collapsed into alba covering your mouth as your girlfriend was put on the spot, the other mothers turning to look at her as alba grinned and zoomed in.

"eh our shoes come off! our shoes come off! swim cap on! swim cap on!" alexia sang loudly but very off key, cheeks as bright red as the crest of the barcelona towel sat at your feet awaiting its use later on, you and alba near choking at trying to contain your laughter as the instructor turned and cleared her throat with an unimpressed look your way.

"and now the dance break! bounce your bebitas chicas, bounce them and dance with them!" the instructor called out as alexia's ears went bright red watching everyone take turns one by one to dance in the middle of the circle, how was this considered a swimming lesson?

you'd not seen your girlfriend look as relieved as she did when the song finally finished, not even after the final whistle at a champions league final and you thought just maybe she'd have rather had a million and one eyes on her to take a penalty than the fifteen or so women mulling around the pool.

"hola sexy!" you whistled with a wink as a soaking wet alexia made her way out of the pool and toward you, alba having left already picked up by a friend for a dinner date.

you bit back your grin as your girlfriend stayed silent, shooting you a filthy look and snatching the towel offered her way, stomping off toward the showers to dry and change amalia as you sent a text to her sister asking for the videos she'd taken.

around fifteen minutes later alexia returned, changed into a pair of shorts and a hoodie, hair damp and pushed to one side of her head with amalia wrapped up in a little hooded giraffe towel your sister had gifted you when she was born.

"no." the girl grunted as you cooed at how utterly adorable your daughter looked, trying to take her off the footballer who scowled at you and stomped off out of the pool, making you chuckle as you quickly followed after her.

stopping to pay for the lesson by the time you got to the car amalia was already buckled in, alexia tickling her stomach with a sickeningly soft smile at the little giggles it rewarded her with.

however as you arrived the scowl returned to her features as she closed the door and slid into the drivers seat. but as you tried to do the same you frowned when the door was locked, trying to pull it open with a grunt.

"alexia! mi amor open the door." you tapped on the window with a laugh of realisation that she'd locked you out, raising an eyebrow at her behaviour.

"baby come on, let me in por favor." you asked with a smile, the blondes gaze remaining firmly forward not even sparing you a look. "okay! well i gave you the chance." you sighed, clearing your throat and stepping back a little from the car.

"today we go swim! today we go swim!" you started to sing very loudly, alexia's head whipping toward you with wide eyes, your arms gesturing up to the sky as a few people around in the carpark looked at you like you were crazy.

"what do we need? before we get in? a dance break!" you announced, wiggling and moving your body around like a madwoman as alexia's eyebrows shot up so fast they almost hit the roof of the car.

"aye dios mio, get in tonta!" alexia reached over to unlock and open the door, stretching out to hook a finger through the belt loop of your jean shorts and yank you down into the car.

you could barely contain your laughter at the sheer horror on her face as you closed your door, grabbing onto the seats as she sped off out of the carpark and you hurried to click your seat belt in.

"stop laughing at her mija, you will encourage her!" alexia huffed, turning around to give your daughter a playful glare as she continued to clap and giggle at the way you continued to dance in your seat.

"mama is a terrible dancer."

~

"cariño are you really going to be all pouty and grumpy all afternoon?" you laughed, returning to the bedroom after getting amalia down for her last nap of the day before bed, finding alexia tucked under the covers with a sour look on her face.

her plans to go for a run had been squished by the sky opening, the rain torrential outside as water drops splattered angrily against the window panes of your apartment.

"aleee." you cooed, crawling on top of her and sitting yourself down on her lap, the girl looking right through you with a straight face. "venga mi amor you cannot stay mad at me." you grinned, thumbs stroking over her eyebrows and trying to tug them out of the steel frown they were curved into.

"alexiaaa, vamos. smile!" your thumbs moved to try and squish her mouth into a smile, her eyes finally finding yours with an evil look. "you will get wrinkles if you frown too much abuela." you teased, her mouth forming a small o.

"no! ale!" you laughed as she tried to shove you off, wrestling with her to stay on top as your arms locked around her neck. "abuela! wrinkles!" the catalan scoffed repeatedly, a noise of surprise leaving your mouth as suddenly she flipped the two of you.

"you did not tell me there was singing!" your girlfriend huffed, pinning you down to the bed with another scowl as you smiled up at her. "you did not ask." you wiggled a hand free and poked at her nose as the footballer groaned dramatically and flopped down on top of you.

"alba is going to show everyone those videos." her words were muffled against your skin as her head tucked its way into your neck and she felt your body vibrate with amusement beneath her, arms slipping up the back of her shirt and nails scratching at her back.

"sí, and they will see what a good mami you are amor, spending quality time with our daughter and teaching her how to swim." you assured gently, alexias head shooting up and frowning down at you.

"swimming! there was no swimming princesa! only singing, and floating, and dancing and ugh, humillación." she flopped back down making you laugh at her dramatics.

"she is not even half a year old baby, surely you did not expect her to be doing laps?" you teased, squirming at her fingers which pinched at your side, rolling off of you slightly as you ducked your head and pecked her lips repeatedly.

"is this your way of saying sorry?" "no, it was worth it to see how red your little cheeks went in embarrassment. but i think we need to work on your dancing for next time!" you teased, squealing at her cold fingers which poked at your side.

"no no no ale please!" you tried to dart away, her hand catching the back of your shorts and yanking you back down onto the bed. "say sorry!" your girlfriend demanded, sitting on top of you as you squirmed and begged for her to stop, fingers tickling at your side and your shirt half over your face as you tried to wiggle down the bed to get away.

"i'm sorry!" you gave in with a breathy laugh, alexia's frown now gone and replaced with the same stupid lovesick grin mapi was always teasing her for having when she was around you.

"dilo en español." your girlfriend smirked, digging a finger beneath your armpit as your face went bright red and your stomach ached. "lo siento!" you managed out, exhaling and trying to catch your breath as finally she stopped, sliding off of you as you halfheartedly smacked her and she sighed, head tucking into your neck again as she pulled you close.

"amor i think the worst part is i am going to have that stupid song stuck in my head for weeks!"

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Discovery of the tomb of Thutmose II

This week, archaeologists unveiled a momentous discovery—the long-lost tomb of Thutmose II, believed to be the final undiscovered royal burial site of Egypt’s 18th Dynasty. This marks the first tomb of a pharaoh uncovered since Howard Carter’s legendary discovery of Tutankhamun’s resting place in 1922.

The tomb, belonging to Thutmose II, the fourth pharaoh of the Eighteenth Dynasty and husband of the famed female ruler Hatshepsut, was unearthed by a British-Egyptian team led by Dr. Piers Litherland of Galashiels, Scotland.

The grandeur of the burial site was immediately evident, with a vast staircase and an imposing descending corridor signalling the tomb’s royal significance. “And part of the ceiling was still intact – a blue-painted ceiling with yellow stars on it. And blue-painted ceilings with yellow stars are only found in king’s tombs,“

- Dr Piers Litherland, an honorary research associate of the McDonald Institute for Archaeological Research at Cambridge University and the field director of the exploration, told BBC's Newshour.

Accessing the burial chamber proved challenging. The team crawled through a narrow, 10-metre passageway, squeezing through an opening scarcely 40 square centimetres wide before reaching the inner chamber. Inside, they encountered a striking blue ceiling adorned with scenes from the Amduat, an ancient funerary text reserved exclusively for kings—confirmation that they had indeed entered the resting place of a pharaoh.

Definitive proof of Thutmose II’s burial came in the form of alabaster jar fragments inscribed with his name and that of Hatshepsut, marking the first objects ever linked to his interment. However, Dr. Litherland’s team theorizes that the tomb may have been flooded approximately six years after the burial, possibly prompting the relocation of its contents. The researchers believe they have identified a likely site for this secondary tomb, which may still contain untouched treasures.

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Voices of Roses and Ruin | Part II

Warnings: I haven't read the book (yet), Coriolanus thoughts, mentions of poverty, mentions of violence

Summary: Coriolanus thought he would never see you again after you won the Games and he got banished to the districts. But when he does, he is left to question whether or not he can imagine a life with(out) you.

Words: around 2k

Pairing: Young Coriolanus Snow x reader

A/N: You all asked for it so here it is: Part 2! Thank you so much for all the love on the first one. It truly blew me away!! I really hope you like this part just as much. I tried to capture Coriolanus inner conflict here. Also there will be a third and final part! :)

Can be read as Lucy Gray x Coriolanus Snow here

Part I | Masterlist

He hadn't thought he would ever see you again. Not after the gamemaster had sent for him once the games were over and he had found the evidence against him placed on a table.

Evidence that he had helped you, although the rules forbid it.

He had known. There was no denying that and it was below his dignity to pretend so. There was nothing he could say. Nothing he could do except stare at that evidence and wonder if it had been worth it.

If you had been worth it. Ruining his life.

As he had watched you crumble under his painfilled screams in the arena he had been sure to have ruined yours, but now he figured it might have been mutual.

It was what happened in the games, was a part of it. Only he had never been one and there was a sick feeling inside of him as he thought of how he had been used, had used you, had used resources to save you despite the knowledge that it crossed a line.

It was easy to watch the games and all the ways they manipulated people. Turned children into killers and brought out the deepest, darkest parts of humans. How they got manipulated in turn, by the gamemakers and the capitol. Even their mentors. And sometimes how they manipulated the public and the capitol in an act of quiet revolution.

It was oddly fascinating in a way, to see through those lies and perceptions and untangle them. Like they were all pieces on a chess board and he just had to watch them push each other around, taking out one by one.

But to find out that he had been a part of it too, that he had been played made him feel like just another pawn.

But you had won. Even if he would pay the price for it now, he had gotten you through the games. It filled him with pride and a little...relief to know that he had kept his promise.

He hated not knowing if you were safe now, but at least he had held his word. If something happened to you now, it wasn't on him.

But then why was there no comfort in that thought?

Why did there seem to be no comfort ever again, with you gone and his life torn to shreds. All his hopes and dreams crushed within one night.

Had it been worth it?

It didn't matter if he had done it for the scholarship or to save you. But then why did he suddenly feel filled with doubts?

All his life there had only been two colours: black and white. There was no grey, because he firmly believed in wright or wrong. He thought it pathetic when people weeped over the games and how tragic they were, yet found the uttermost entertainment in them.

The games served a purpose and they promised him one of his own, a university career, so he served them. It didn’t matter what he thought about it.

But now he seemed captured in between those two opposites. He knew rationally that it had been wrong to manipulate your chances so you could win. And he saw now where it had gotten him.

But wouldn't he do the same again?

Being with you, gazing into your eyes and wishing you were by his side was wrong. You came from two different worlds and the odds were against you. But then how had he turned into this man, thinking about a woman, letting his feelings guide his decisions and cloud his judgement?

And it went beyond the grey.

When you had stepped into his life you had introduced colours to it he had never seen before.

Red, not the university red, but the colours of your lips, the blood driping down your arms.

Blue, not the lifeless district blue, but the dress you had worn when you had sang during your interview and he haid laid in a hospital bed, mesmerized by your every word and sound.

Brown, the colour of dirt and poverty, but seemed to exist in uncountable shades on you.

And now that had all been ripped from him, just because he had played smarter than the other students.

His days as a peacekeeper were as dull and lonely as he had expected. He kept his gaze narrow, his weapon close and he didn't let his mind wander.

Because then he would mourn all he had lost and it would turn to anger. Fury. A turmoil of emotion he didn't know how to handle.

Sometimes he wondered if his life had only existed in polarity before and you had shown him spectra and ranges he had never learned to balance.

And it made him mad. At you. Because how dare you show him what love and lust felt like, how light it made him feel and how there seemed nothing else to exist in his thoughts anymore, only to rip it all away and show him the other side of it. The loss and the grief, the uncertanity and fear. The lacking.

Sometimes he wondered if he was going mad. Here he was damned to a life in the districts, a simple life, despite knowing he had been born for big things. It was in the name. Snow lands on top.

He pretended to be numb and hollow on the outside, but inside of him raged a storm of emotions that broke him bit by bit. Soon there would be not much left of his pride. To his sanity.

He had convinced himself he wasn't thinking about you anymore.

That his dreams of you were just evidence of his growing madness. And that the hopelessness he felt when he persuaded himself you were likely somewhere far away and not thinking of him anymore didn't exist.

But all the lies he had build opon came crashing down when he caught a glance of that blue, that red and brown and he knew. Knew without a doubt.

His hand was locked around your wrist before he could think about the movement and he dragged you away and into a dark alley, his big hand clasped over your mouth to swallow your screams and his body trapping yours against the wall.

His gaze flickered around to make sure no one saw you, then he allowed himself to look at you.

Your eyes were wide open, staring at him in a mixture of shock, fear and disbelief. Carefully he lowered his hand, his hand tangling in your hair. He had always wanted to do that.

But he didn't step away. He needed to make sure this was real, that you were real. “You're here."

You swallowed, eyes flickering over his face and then the uniform. You frowned, then carefully touched his head. "Your hair- it's gone."

"Not completely."

"It's short." You smiled and he felt his lips curve into one as well, all previous anger swallowed by the reality that you were here. That he hadn't lost everything. He had you know.

"Why are you here? Why are you one of them?" He ignored the way your tone changed and you practically spit out the word. "They found out how I helped you. It was against the rules."

He couldn't keep to himself any longer, not after he had fantasised about you for so long and his hand travelled over your neck, your jaw, cupped your cheek.

Finally, you were his.

He would have leaned down and kissed you, but the look in your eyes stopped him. "I thought you were hurt. I- I thought you were dead!"

Tears were shimmering in the soft light that the moon cast over your face and he caught them and wiped them away with his thumb when they spilled over your cheeks.

"It wasn't my voice in the arena. They used the birds to-" "I know that!" You let out a breath. "But everything they said- you said that to me. Word by word."

He waited silently for you to continue. "But then the screams-" "They weren't real", he tried to soothe you, but you shook your head. "But if everything else was, then...", you trailled of, but he knew what you thought anyway.

"They manipulated you. That's why they used my real words against you, to convince you that it was really me, my voice, so that you would believe everything."

"So they didn't-" You looked at him with so much fear that he almost smiled. "They didn't do anything to me. I sat there watching like I did the whole time."

"But then...how they did to it? And how did they listen to us all this time?"

He knew what you were really asking. Had he known? Had he known about it, but never thought it important enough to mention or worse had he intentionally not told you, because of his own motifs?

Shaking his head slightly he let out a sigh. "I don't know", he admittted. "How do they do anyting?"

You looked at him a second longer before nodding, deciding that you would trust him.

His hand ran down your arms now and he noted in satisfaction that you shivered under the touch. He was sure it had nothing to do with the cold.

"Where were you? After you won?"

After he had yelled at the game master to let you out. Many times.

"Here and there." You shrugged, but he wanted to know more. Needed to know more.

“That's not enough."

Would it ever be? Now that he was in the district and you were here too. Was that enough?

It wasn't the big house, the uniform and status. It wasn't Tigris smile. And it wasn't power.

It was just you and him, a whole lot of dirt, hunger and sickness. Lacking. Was that a life he could settle for?

Until now this had only been a station in his life. He would get back to the capitol and claim what belonged to him or else he would not see a future for himself.

But now things were different.

"I didn‘t know where to go. I thought after the games my life would be different, but I am still here and everything's the same except that I'm a killer.“

You closed your eyes and an expression of pain crossed your face. He let out a breath as he tried to soothe away the frown. "Don't say that." "But it's true." You looked at him with loathing in your eyes.

"You gave me the tools to kill and I used them. We’re both guilty."

"So? Everyone is. It's what needed to be done." He didn't get your fuss. All that mattered was you and him and you had gotten that.

"I would still make the same choices." "You would?" He nodded. "You matter more than them."

You frowned, heaviness in your eyes. "I don't." "To me you do."

It was true. He didn't know much, didn't understand these new feelings, but this one thing he could promise you was the truth.

Closing your eyes you leaned your foreheads against each other's, finding a glimmer of peace in each others presence. "To me you do too."

It was barely above a whisper, but he opened his eyes to search yours. For a moment you were locked in each other's gazes, but even though it felt like it in this moment, you would never have all the time in the world.

Cupping your cheek a final time Coriolanus closed the distance between you.

Your lips were dry and tasted a little like salt where the tears had touched them, but he savoured the feeling. Your body was trapped between the wall and his and he wanted to explore every part of it, make you completely and utterly his.

The kiss was all shades and ranges of colour he didn‘t know existed and he only knew he wanted more of it. It was addicting, this new feeling that only you seemed to hold the key to.

When you broke apart a sad smile hung on your lips. Before he could ask you about it you cast your eyes down. "They are talking about us. In the capitol. When they used your voice and I...fell for it- they made it into a whole story."

He closed his eyes. He had considered that possibility, yet he hated how he felt the control slipping from him. He had always contained an image and now he felt like other people were deciding it.

"They will forget about it." "They won't. You know it. I can't ever go back."

When he opened his eyes again he saw shock and understanding in yours. "But you...want to go back", you concluded and he didn't deny it. It had always been the scholarship for him, the way up.

He was a Snow, born into greatness. It was his duty to claim what should have been his all along.

You ducked away and took a step to the side, bringing a distance between your bodies he hated.

"This is not my life." You knew that, didn‘t you? Or had you expected him to give up everything for what…love? This feeling of lightness and colour and sweetness?

Even if it gave him a flicker of lust and the power he yearned for, it was not the same.

Because even if your love was strong enough, it would never exist without hunger, worry and a job below his worth. And he was tired, so tired of living like that.

That was why he had taken on the mentorship in the first place. Why he had even gone to such lengths to get the public to pay attention to you and then to save you.

For a different life. A better one. A life in the district was far from it.

Your eyes flickered around as you took in your own district. The one he had spent his last money on just for the possibility to see you again.

And you were standing right in front of him, yet you seemed even farer away now than you had in the arena.

"But it's mine."

Silence settled between you as both of you considered the meaning of your words.

"So all of this...for nothing? You say all these things to me, that you won't let me die and that I'm different and then you break the rules to save me only for what?!"

You shook your head furiously. Desperately. "So you can go back to the capitol and pretend this never happened?!"

He should have felt outrage, but for the first time since he had been sent to the gamemaster and learned his fate he felt numb inside.

"No."

You stared at him in bewilderment, your face a portrayal of the storm of emotion he had felt trapped inside of him for so long. "I would never pretend", he took a stride towards you.

“You changed me. And I think I changed you."

His hands found your face again and to his own surprise you let it happen. "We belong with each other."

You stared at him, a deep sadness in your eyes as you silently shook your head.

"Only not in this world", you whispered, ducking away from his touch and disappearing into the shadows without another word.

He stood there, staring at the spot you had vaished, a part of him leaving with you.

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TFP: Universal Observations

YES YES HELLO I AM BACK!

so sorry for the delay! i was very busy irl, i had to move into a new place and things are still just settling here but i have FINALLY finished this next chapter of alien mecha! took longer than i thought but here we are!

another reason why it took so long is because this chapter OVERTOOK the last chapter's 6k+ word count... it is 11.8k long. so i really hope you guys enjoy this one!

ALSO! while this is DEFINITELY in the Aligned Continuity and based on the Transformers Prime show, i took more than a few liberties for their worldbuilding and lore. just to make things more fun for me and hopefully you guys.

anyway, here we go!

ACT I: Alien Mecha - II -

[ ----- TP : UO ----- ]

The Nemesis

After the… Actor? Universe? Thing? (After Lord Megatron got pissed at his own counterpart/actor for speaking uh, for disrespecting him. (Wow.)) And after that bot, the orange one- his name was… Ri-no, it was Rung? Rung, right, Rung. After Rung's one-sided conversation, which left all of them on edge, there was a moment of reprieve as the Autobots and their humans tried to figure out the sphere.

Observer.

Thing.

Breakdown had no idea what those guys were doing, and unfortunately, neither did Soundwave or Lord Megatron. It obviously grated on the warlord and even their communications officer, being unable to control the Observer as they wanted but there wasn't much they could do.

Anyway, while they were doing that, Lord Megatron had sought fit to move all of them to a meeting room with chairs so they didn't have to stand around and do nothing but gawk oin their pedes the entire time.

Now they get to sit around and gawk instead.

Not that Breakdown was complaining, it was just a little boring to just- watch whatever the frag was going on with the Autobots, humans, Observer while listening to the speculations from his fellow Decepticons.

Surprisingly Knock Out and Starscream were collaborating with Soundwave to figure out more of the Observer, at the start, mostly on Lord Megatron's orders but as they watched the Autobots somehow pull up blueprints of the Observer's inner mechanisms- well, Breakdown was lost when Starscream said something about 'alternate-universal planar' something, something.

The ex-wrecker had forgotten that Starscream wasn't just a vain second in command seeker, but had roots in science. Vaguely he remembered Knock Out mentioning that Starscream once went to an Iaconian Academy- impressive, really.

There wasn't much to do while the main processors were hashing slag out about the Observer but to passively listen and do a little vehicon management through some commlinks and such.

Sometime later, seemed like the Autobots were finally continuing as Soundwave, Knock Out and Starscream came to the conclusion that the Observer was capable of self-repair but needed to be in use to be able to do so.

Which meant watching more universes where things were weird and different.

Well, this was going to be fun.

Breakdown didn't even mean that much sarcasm, he was genuinely interested in what was going to happen. It wasn't everyday you get to watch other universes after all, sure, all of them so far were weird…

Decepticons acting chummy while the Autobots were actual menaces with con-like malice. Actors who were playing out their universe, fragging Unicr—

But honestly, it's more entertainment than Breakdown's had in a while on this hunk of rock. Reminded him of holovids and such, and he knows Knock Out is more than enjoying this since it also reminds him of the human media that they both tend to watch in private- some of them Breakdown doesn't really like but eh, they had their preferences.

( As an ex-wrecker he did like the demolition derbies and action movies, but only Knock Out would know that he had a soft spot for nice, well done romanctic movies and shows. )

[ KEY WORDS ; ALIEN MECHA ]

Alien Mecha?

He had to wonder just what was going on in the Autobot base, he knows the Observer was busted inside so the whole 'Key Words' input thing was probably fragged as well but seriously, just what led to those pair of words becoming literaly key words into looking in another universe?

And of course it starts weird.

Slow motion, edges frosted over, and a small human- a child, human equivalent to a sparkling- just standing there. Confusion was the first thing that came to mind as he watched things progress, before his plates bristled at the sight of an unknown creature standing so menacingly in front of the young human.

Look, humans were weird. Humans were weak, and squishy and he didn't have the best impressions of them especially because humans were the reason he lost a fragging optic. But as much as a Decepticon Breakdown was, he never approved of going after sparklings, regardless of creatures.

Even when he taunted Bulkhead over his female human pet, it was posturing and battle-focused taunting at best.

Also? He was with Knock Out, whatever the frag that was, it was hideous.

Imagine his surprise though, when he sees another human suddenly appear with a small metal stick of all things and bash the canine-like monster in the fragging face. Clearly terrified but mostly furiously protective over the young child, who Breakdown would learn was actually the much younger self of one of the Autobot's humans.

Arachnid apparently recognized her, muttering, "What a contrast, I had that woman cocooned helplessly yet here she is, trying to take on something beyond her size."

Breakdown hid a snort, Arachnid has never been around creators then. Organic or not, there was clearly something akin to the creator-protocols that demanded their young's safety overall. Breakdown watched curiously, only having seen such feats from humans in movies and shows, and though this felt like watching human media, this was undeniably real. Just set in another universe.

"Did I watch that right or did that tiny human manage to kill one of the- whatever the frag that was?" Breakdown asked aloud, in disbelief and slight awe at the sight of one of the monsters actually down despite the size-disparity and the clear danger that the monster was.

"She shoved her arm and weapon right through the mouth, unorthodox yet effective. Unfortunately not without its demerits." Huh, even Lord Megatron seemed impressed- just the tiniest bit, but that was saying something.

Carriers.

Breakdown never wanted to go against one, regardless of species.

Anyway, it turns out to be a dream. Or maybe a memory by the looks of things. The human, Jack, Breakdown was actually going to have to address the organics' names at this point since there were going to be other humans, wakes up then shortly after the other human, Raf, wakes up too.

Honestly the next few minutes are a bit boring, and he distantly hears Starscream grumbling over the fact they were watching the Autobot's humans. As much as he agreed a bit with the seeker, Knock Out's answer was the reality of things.

The Autobot humans were the ones in control here, so of course the Observer would focus on them. At least in the beginning, back in that other universe, the one with the blue-eyed Lord Megatron and malicious (yet hot) Optimus Prime, the focus had started out on the children before it drifted over to a Decepticon vs Autobot showdown.

Cut short because of—

"- My name is Rung -" Breakdown tried not to look at Soundwave, tried not to remember the other Prime cutting the mech's fa—

Give m—

Breakdown shuddered, shaking his helm and focused on the screen. The humans were walking now, down a hall and- wait a fragging minute. He recognized those uniforms! "Those're the humans that nabbed me and my optic!" He hissed, his glare at the screen shortly turned towards a chuckling spider-bot.

Finally Bulkhead's human comes unto screen, looking far different from usual- the pink of her hair was extremely faded, not to mention said hair was short. Weird. He could see Knock Out making a face at the faded human paint job, probably comparing it to his own paint job or something.

Then comes a name that no one expected— "SHOCKWAVE!?" Everyone exclaimed, even Soundwave! Although his exclamation, was of course, a recording of someone else shouting the cylcoptic mech's designation.

"What did happen to Shockwave?" Arachnid asked lowly, eyeing the way Lord Megatron glared at Starscream.

Breakdown shrugged, disgruntled at the question but not really blaming her for asking. She'd been out of the loop of the Decepticons for a while now. "Dunno, something about a bridge explosion back on Cybertron?"

"Or so Starscream says." Knock Out added in, smirking. "Who knows how reliable that information is."

Alarms blare from the screen, grabbing their attention again. Breakdown narrowed his optic at the 'callsign' being used, "Wrecker?" he couldn't help but mutter. Being an ex-Wrecker, hearing the callsign was definitely something.

Did Bulkhead consider his human charge to be part of the Wreckers? Did she think she was one of them? Hah! Breakdown wondered if this human, Miko, the other one on the screen, truly earned the callsign of Wrecker.

Whatever that meant in this universe anyway.

His amusement turned into a seething anger as he caught sight of him. Silas, on the screen. Looking not too different from the counterpart he'd met not so long ago. "That puny little— next time I see him, I'll smash him to bits!" He snarled, still not over his missing optic.

Arachnid laughed, sneering at him, "Do you need a hand with that, Breakdown? Or sorry, an optic?" Breakdown bristled, threatening to stand up if it weren't for Knock Out holding his arm and soon enough-

"Enough! Both of you, silence!" Lord Megatron commanded, glaring at the bristling cons who were quick to back down.

"Yes, Lord Megatron." He and Arachnid muttered reluctantly, though Breakdown didn't stop glaring at the bemused spiderbot. Damned Arachnid…

Wait a klik, that was Shockwave?! That human was Shockwave?!

"What the slag?!" "That's Shockwave?!"

There was a sound of a click among the voices, Breakdown glancing over to see Soundwave taking a picture of the humanoid Shockwave.

"Other universe people!" Knock Out exclaimed, reminding them of what was happening. "Remember, this is another universe! We don't know what's in store for any and every universe, safe to say this universe's Shockwave is human! In fact, maybe we're all human."

"Insidious." Starscream hissed, dramatically shuddering at the sheer possibility of such a thing.

"Well, at least Shockwave's… human? Self? Fits the mech. Can't really imagine myself as one." Breakdown grunted but sent a smile to his conjunx. "You'd look great as one though."

Knock Out preened, "Naturally."

They watched as the universe continued- they'd been too focused on the surprising appearance of Human Shockwave to notice the bodies- no, the mecha in the room. Watching in stunned silence as the three humans were lifted to their respective robotic… suits??

"… Okay, I think I know where this is going." Knock Out deadpanned, hiding how uncomfortable he was at seeing the mecha. It was uncanny really, how Cybertronian-like they were yet weren't. Each one reminded Breakdown of bots who underwent empurata… Thinking about it, that human Shockwave was wearing a mask, they didn't see his face. Did he suffer a face-injury? Did the humans have empurata there??

He really hoped not. Cybertronian empurata was bad enough, he'd rather not think of humans doing that to their own kind- too organic and squishy for Breakdown's tanks. Ugh.

They watched the humans 'clock in' as they said, stunned to see each human having to plug into their mecha via wires to neck port. Breakdown can't recall the last time someone had that type of mod installed- Breakdown may have above average medical knowledge thanks to being Knock Out's assistance but even he couldn't think of any procedure or reason for anyone to have ports on their necks like those humans.

Lord Megatron made a noise of intruige, "If only Shockwave was here, perhaps he could give some insight of what's happening." Starscream wilted over the pointed, displeased look the warlord leader gave him. "Even though his counterpart is human there, I'd imagine he would've had an inkling to his counterpart's thought process regardless… It's truly a shame that he died on Cybertron."

"Hahaha… i-indeed..."

Starscream seemed so nervous, enough that Breakdown had to wonder if the emotionless scientist was dead… Then again, Breakdown couldn't really care less? Shockwave was terrifying, even to the average Decepticon.

"Cortical Psychic Patch?!" Lord Megatron hissed the moment it was mentioned, soon afterwards the screen paused- the Autobots no doubt pausing because of its mention. And remembering the last time that thing was in use; the Autobot scout that once housed Lord Megatron's mind while the warlord's body was in a coma. Hand't that been a wild thing to learn about?

"Could a human recreate cybertronian technology like that?" Breakdown asked Knock Out, though surprisingly it was Starscream who answered.

"Technically, it isn't cybertronian technology- not in that universe. It's human, though Shockwave's involvement isn't a surprise. He did create it here, although now I'm curious as to what is going to be subjected to a patch-link." The seeker muttered, squinting at the screen, "These humans have mentioned these 'XTRs' multiple times already, perhaps that? That would beg the question as to what they are and if they're capable of patch-linking with a cortical psychic patch in the first place…"

"The monster from the start." Arachnid hummed, clearly more interested in the viewing now than earlier. "The one that almost attacked young Jack and no doubt, killed Jack's mother… what was her name again? Ah, no matter. Perhaps those are the XTRs."

"Big robot bodies for such small things." Knock Out pointed out dryly, seeing the disparity between the hound-like creature that was, sure, bigger than most humans but that other human's mecha, Raf? Senscript? That was surely big enough to deal with those…

So why build bigger ones like Ja-Tailbreaker and M-Wrecker's mecha?

The answer would come as the screen suddenly played, the Autobots no doubt wanting to know just as much as they did.

[ A series of clicks and deep beeps, mostly unintelligable even by Cybertronian standards was heard as the scene shifts to a rocky terrain. It wasn't exactly a natural type of rock as something was attempting to bore into the side of a gigantic clifface. Sharp, curved spade-like claws dug at the thick rock, connected to heavy muscled and plated limbs from lumbering giants that had comparatively smaller heads that had no mouths, just slitted eyes that held no intellgence whatsoever.

Around them, a small group of familiar hound-like creatures patrolled alongside a bigger group of gigantic, even somehow more monstrous versions of themselves. A group of heavily muscled and plated humanoid soldiers stood by guarding a smaller, in comparison, creature that seemed just as techno-organic as the rest of them. However, instead of being humanoid, it wasn't as such- it had crab-like claws on one set of large tentacles, smaller ones lining its sides with six insectoid-like legs supporting its weight. Its head was oval-shaped, bulging out of its oblong body with two-faces on its front and back. ]

( "Children, pause the screen right now!" Nearly everyone in the base jumped at the commanding and severe tone the Prime said.)

The screen paused just as Lord Megatron began to swear. Heavily.

"Of course. Of course, that's why that creature looked familiar at the start." Megatron hissed, glaring at the screen with caution that had everyone in the room instantly on edge.

"An explanation would be appreciated, Lord Megatron." Arachnid said dryly, though she was just as tense as the rest of them were.

The silver ex-gladiator invented sharply, "… What you see on the screen, that thing with two faceplates, half-organic, half-cybernetic… That is a Quintesson." He doesn't even wait a moment, doesn't glance over to their confused expressions as he continues. "Not many cybertronians would recognize it of course, it's an old, old race. From even beyond the Golden Age of Cybertron. During the age of the Thirteen Primes and its tribal era, not long after Unicron's downfall, shortly after a new generation of our people were just beginning to crawl out of hotspots, a cyber-organic race found our planet and introduced us to the stars… Only to try and take us to said stars in chains and boxes."

"The Quintessons had came to Cybertron looking for fodder, servants, slaves. Unfortunately for them, the Thirteen Primes were still in the apex of their rule, of course they weren't going to let our ancestors get taken and enslaved by such creatures like that. So they retaliated, and wiped out the Quintessons once and for all. The invasion was short-lived, so short-lived the records of the Quintessons were sparse and few, and the knowledge was deemed unnecessary in regular historic education."

"And yet you know of it." Starscream states, for once sounding genuinely curious.

Lord Megatron's optics didn't stray from the screen, narrows and trained on the now-identified 'Quintesson'. "… I had a contact who worked in the Iacon Hall of Records, an archivist that shared what he deemed as 'interesting' material to me back before the war." He replied in a stiff yet oddly quiet tone.

Knock Out frowned, about to open his intake when Soundwave shifted, a series of glyphs and pictures going over his visor before transferring it to a nearby screen within the room for a better look. Right, Breakdown forgot that they had access to the Iacon Hall of Records- most of it was encrypted of course, the important stuff.

But the information, or what little there was, about the Quintessons hadn't been deemed important enough to encrypt fully. Breakdown squinted at the file. There wasn't an actual photo of Quintessons, just old sketches and drawings that depicted a similar looking creature to the one on the screen right now.

"Astute as ever, Soundwave." Megatron complimented, finally looking away from the Observer's screen. "Although not a one-hundred percent accurate depiction, the similarities speak for themselves… They even tell of beasts that the Quintessons attempted to use to subdue cybertronians of old." A screen blinked, depicting a hound-like creature that was indeed, very similar to the one that had attacked Tailbreaker's human carrier at the very beginning and the creatures they could see right now.

"By the looks of it, the Quintessons weren't wiped to extinction in this universe, or perhaps they never attacked Cybertron- if it even exists there considering Shockwave's current… species." Arachnid theorized with a grimace, she didn't like the idea of being a human. None of them did.

Well, most of them.

The ones who didn't mind would never voice it aloud though.

( "So we're fighting actual alien enslavers and stuff? Sounds like a pretty good reason to build giant robots for ourselves and kick their afts!"

"Miko! This is serious! You heard Optimus, the Thirteen Primes had to wipe out the Quintessons and they were like- demi-gods or something, We aren't them, Earth is in serious, serious danger there!"

"You don't know that! I mean like, ugh- I know this is serious and dangerous, but we got this! Humanity isn't going to roll over and let those- crab-like things take over the Earth! By the looks of things, we're pretty experienced in kicking Quint-butt! C'mon just- let's watch it! You'll see, we are going to be awesome here, I just know it."

"Miko—"

"Jack, Miko's right- in that, we should probably keep watching. We do seem like we know what we're doing, and, uh, we do need to keep watching to repair the Observer… So, continue!"

A worried Prime quietly speaks with his old medic-friend before going silent as the screen continues to play. )

[ Hidden on an outcropping far above and away, Senscript hunkered down, spying on the group through his cameras. "Found them, sending coordinates and assessing troops… Hound units, scouts and K9s, six groups, two scouts for every K9. Soldier units, class 6 and 7, three of each in pairs circling the Commander." Senscript reported dutifully before frowning, "New XTR identified, unnamed and unclassified. Size comparible to a class 8, looks like a tank but doesnt have the proper armor or equipment, two of them, digging into the cliff… They're looking for something." ]

On one of the screens of the Nemesis, Soundwave was writing down information- XTR, K9, hound units, soldier units, class 6-8. As expected from the communications and information gathering officer and Lord Megatron's third-in-command.

Even had the whole thing alphabetized with accompanied pictures from the screen. Meticulous as ever.

[ Silas' voice came through comms. .: Any additional forces hidden among the ranks? :.

"Searching now…" Senscript replied, tensing in his chair as his mech froze in place. The back of his mech's head began to open, like a flower blooming, it reached all the way to the base of his mech's head as the sensitive sensory panels glowed dimly.

A wave of information and data flew across Senscript's mind and screens, not just there, but across the screens of MECH's main base as well as Tailbreaker and Wrecker's screens as Senscript transmitted the data.

In the shadows of the clifface, an outline of several invisible things were perched against the rocks. Hundreds of them. "Confirmed; swarm type 3 hidden within the area. Numbering to the hundreds but not surpassing two hundred." ]

Breakdown tilted his helm when the back of Senscript's head, the mech's head just- opened. It looked very familiar. "That's a sensory crown, huh, humans built that too? Freaky." He muttered aloud, continuing when he saw Knock Out's questioning look. "Had a couple of miner friends back before the war, lotsa' them had one of those. Helps them sense through the mines for energon and minerals and slag."

He was surprised to see Lord Megatron glance over to him, faceplate unusually tense yet thoughtful, considering. He didn't get why before his processor provided him a clip of a memory from earlier on—

"That's not the gladiator of Kaon! That's not the Decepticon Warlord who waged war for millions of years against Optimus Prime! That's definitely not the revolutionary who wanted to break free from his masters in his backstory back when he was a miner!" 

Oh slag, hadn't that actor guy said- had Lord Megatron really been a miner? Breakdown hadn't known that. So did that mean…

Breakdown's optic quickly glanced away when he realized that he was staring at the back of Megatron's helm with too much curiosity, the warning look his leader gave him was enough to remind him that he only had one optic left and he'd rather keep it that way.

Meanwhile, Lord Megatron could almost feel his own sensory crown twitch underneath his helm. It wasn't possible though, considering it was offline, he rarely used it anymore… seeing this human, this child that he had nearly killed in an offshoot future regardless of fictionality, ( his counterpart dared to call him disappointing?! ), seeing Senscript's unsettling human-made mech reveal his sensory crown…

It was unnerving.

It reminded him of memories he'd left behind eons ago.

( And elsewhere, a Prime remembers but keeps silent, glancing at the youngest human in the room before continuing to watch the screen. A medic explains to a curious boy about it instead, which leads to an epiphany.

"Oh! I think that is why my other self is so hypersensitive to light and sound!"

The medic pauses and worries. )

[ .: Ugh, swarms. :. Came Wrecker's reply, though it was quiet and swept aside for Shockwave's voice instead.

.: Mission parameters unchanged, deal with the rest of the XTRs and subdue the commander. Leave nothing else alive, test the cortical link and extract whatever data and information you can get from its processors. :.

.: Confirmed, engaging shortly. :. Tailbreaker replied, .: Wrecker focus on the Soldier units, I'll deal with the Hounds, when the swarm hits—:.

.: We wreck 'n ruin! :. Wrecker grinned ferally. ]

Breakdown couldn't help but mirror the grin- what can he say? He may be an ex-Wrecker, but the familiar phrase was pretty much etched into his spark. He was a Wrecker through and through.

And, okay, he can see why Bulkhead was so attached to the pink-haired fleshling if this was what she usually was. Pits, he can see his alternate being attached to her for good reason in that weird universe where Opti- uh, where Lord Megatron had blue optics. Yeah. That universe.

Maybe the little squirt was Wrecker material after all.

Just maybe.

( A girl cheered with her guardian, the green Wrecker practically preening and puffing his chestplates proudly at the phrase being used. )

[ Tailbreaker snorted, .: Not my style Wrecker, but sure. Senscript, you'll provide long-range support, keep us posted and keep your distance. Remember the mission. Things get dicey, fall back. :.

Senscript nodded, sensory crown closing once more. "Copy that." ]

Breakdown frowned.

The plan's basic, simple. But sometimes that's all you really need for a mission, however there was still the problem that the three humans, pilots? Were vastly outnumbered compared to the Quintessons. MECH had sent only three of them against what was essentially a large company of soldiers- regardless of classification.

That usually meant two things; they were overconfident and were being stupid. Or their confidence was justified.

Breakdown, biased as he was against humans, especially MECH, wanted the former to be true. But with how things were looking… might be the latter.

He kept a sharp optic on the screen, time to see for himself on which it was.

[ The screen shifted to the pair of digging XTRs, the commander was right behind them, barking orders with clear authority and a certain level of urgency. ]

"Just what could they possibly be looking for?" Knock Out couldn't help but ask aloud, squinting at the screen.

“Whatever it is, it seems important. Enough to require heavy enough protection yet discretion.” Starscream muttered with a critical optic, scheming as he was, there was a reason why Starscream was Second-In-Command, other than for Lord Megatron to keep an optic on him anyway. The Seeker was actually quite the tactician, especially in the air. "Is that their language? I don't suppose there's a possible translation lexicon or program somewhere in the Iacon Archive database for it? Uh, Lord Megatron."

Quintesson language sounded weird, even to them. It was both mechanical yet completely organic- a contradiction that seemed to fit the cyber-organic species that were more organic than cybernetic. Trying to understand it by audial went something akin to— { Exclamation - Negative - Positive - Urgency - Exclamation }, or something like that, which meant… nothing really understandable? To Breakdown at least.

For once, Lord Megatron didn't give Starscream his usual sneer- just a thoughtful expression as he looked over to Soundwave. The silent mech was still for a moment before an 'X' symbol made itself known on his screen. "Shame, although perhaps the screen will show us a way to translate the Quintesson language. Keep note Soundwave, and attempt to translate yourself if possible."

There was the tiniest nod, honestly Breakdown can't believe the amount of work that Soundwave accepted on Lord Megatron's orders. Wasn't he already cataloging the Quintessons, attempting to find the Autobots base based on whatever transmission connection the Observer had and stuff?

Soundwave was scarily good at multitasking.

[ One unit of Hounds were patrolling nearby, the scouts- the larger, more monstrous versions of K9s, sniffed at the air while their smaller counterparts were sniffing the ground.

Suddenly, both sets of grotesque alien dog creatures froze before growling lowly in warning, muzzles splitting open as if to alert the rest of the XTRs- but it was a little too late for that as—

BOOM

The ground shook when the massive form of Wrecker collided hard against the nearest Soldier Unit with a thick, bone-shattering, metal-denting sound. Tailbreaker was right behind her, bladed arms digging into the sides of the Hound unit that had almost alerted the rest of the XTRs just a few seconds sooner.

Not that it mattered as immediately Wrecker and Tailbreaker started to carve their way towards the commander who shrieked and shrilled at the sight of them. ]

"Woah."

The word spilled unconsciously from his intake as Breakdown watched both false-cybertronians essentially slaughter through the pack of Quintesson soldiers and scouts. For being such big, mechanical human-made machines- they were far more fluid than Breakdown had expected them to be.

Especially because they were, unfortunately, much bigger in size. Lord Megatron (and Optimus Prime maybe) was the size of Tailbreaker here from Breakdown's estimations, while Wrecker was heads taller.

However from the looks of it, there was a very good reason as to why they had to be bigger- the Quintessons were huge now that they were on the same screen as the piloted machinery, mostly towered over even Wrecker.

For being human-made, unsettlingly cybertronian-like mecha, they were functioning pretty much flawlessly as Quintesson killing machines.

Which was the entire point, Breakdown realizes as he watches with intrigued yet somewhat disgusted optics when Tailbreaker lived up to his designation when he grabbed the spiked tails of the large Hound units and broke it- tearing the sharpened tail off of a dead Hound just to accurately throw the spikes at the snarling smaller K9s that threatened his pedes.

"Ugh, I think I'm going to be sick." Starscream gagged at the sight and sound of organic flesh and bone breaking and tearing, disgust clear on his faceplate yet like the rest of them, he couldn't take his optics off of the horrifyingly compelling sight of the humans in empurata-like false-cybertronian bodies going against the Quintessons who were definitely more organic than expected.

If Breakdown hadn't been used to the sound of organic flesh being broken and torn apart from the human media that Knock Out had forced him to watch in secret, his tanks would've been roiling like Starscream's. Knock Out himself was only mildly disgusted, the look in his optic told Breakdown he was watching with a medical-intent of fascination, taking in what little Quintesson biology he could see and guess in his processor on what the insides of the cyber-organic creatures were like.

Only Lord Megatron, Arachnid and Soundwave didn't seem as disgusted, looking far more fascinated instead- with the exception of Soundwave for obvious reasons.

"Impressive, the humans must have been attacked by the Quintessons long enough to create adequate weaponry to counterattack. These… mecha, are all essentially war weaponry, Quintesson killing machines." Arachnid commented, chuckling when Wrecker started wrestling with a large Quintesson soldier only to lift the thing and slam it into another.

"Indeed." Lord Megatron agreed, optics narrowed with clear interest- it wasn't a one-sided battle, both Tailbreaker and Wrecker suffered hits and such, but their mecha were certainly made with tougher material that they had expected coming from the planet they were on. And by the looks of things, the young humans piloting them were very experienced in combat against the alien threat.

( Among the three humans, only one of them can watch with glee and minimal disgust, cheering on her alternate self while the her friends struggled to watch the carnage- cool as it was, it was far too graphic for their tastes. Still, for the eldest among them, it was cool to see himself piloting a giant robot and fighting aliens.

The Autobots on the other hand were disturbed and somewhat disgusted but were far too used to war to be truly affected by the carnage… however the fact that these were the alternate versions of their charges fighting head on, it made them worry.

A certain scout did try to shield his charge's view of the screen, but the young boy protested heavily, insisting he could handle it much to the chagrin of the others. )

[ The scene returns to Senscript, who was watching nearby, still hidden among the boulders atop the lower cliffsides. His mecha's sensory crown was revealed once more, data flying across his screens and mind as the XTRs numbers dwindled- though it was clear he was still keeping an eye on his teammates and the hidden swarm.

"Wrecker, four o'clock- Soldier unit heading towards Tailbreaker. Swarm activity rising, brace for it!"Senscript warned, the silhouettes of the hidden XTRs beginning to move, carapaces and plates shifting to reveal fast-flapping insect wings. "Commander seems urgent, but it's not retreating, whatever's buried in the cliff- it's not leaving without it!"

The intelligent XTR was barking order after order, urging its digging subordinates to dig faster into the rocky wall. Discretion was no longer an option, nor was stealth. ]

"I've asked this before, but what the frag are they looking for? What's so important that they're willing to risk it all just to uncover whatever's in the cliff?" Knock Out frowned.

"Must be something useful, powerful." Arachnid theorized, helm tilting with interest as the swarm began to ripple in and out of regular sight.

[ "Swarm activity; rising!"

.: Make sure the commander can't call in reinforcements. :. Shockwave commanded, .: Activate Signal Blockers. :.

"That's going to block everything other than local comm systems, are you sure about that?" Senscript asked a bit worriedly.

.: We cannot risk escalating the situation beyond what it is, having a commander on field with such little protection is a rarity, we can NOT let it call in reinforcements. Prioritize testing the Cortical Psychic Patch and scavanging data from its processors. Wrecker and Tailbreaker, remember your orders and ensure the commander is subdued and Senscript is safely able to extract information from it. I will not tolerate failure. :. Silas interjected, .: Deactivate the Blockers only after you've tested the link and extracted data. Is that understood?! :.

.: Yes sir. :. Tailbreaker replied tersely.

Wrecker snorted, .: Loud and clear. :.

Senscript noticed the swarm's movement and immediately began to pull some levers and activate some programs from his mecha. "Swarm incoming! Activating Signal Blockers!" Two antennae slid out at the side of his head, right before the edge of the sensory crown, sparking with power as Shockwave and Silas' voices disappeared from the communication line he, Wrecker and Tailbreaker were in.

.: Wrecker! :.

.: I know! Senscript, block shit out- I'm getting out the big guns! :. ]

Breakdown had wondered if the humans had weaponry installed in those gigantic suits of theirs- so far they'd done nothing but basic servo-to-servo combat. Which was admittedly already impressive enough.

But then the large servos of Wrecker's mecha shifted alongside the shoulder pads- not by much, thick plating shifting back to reveal strange circular indents- subwoofers? Meanwhile, the arms of Tailbreaker's mecha shifted to let out sharp serrated blades that reminded Breakdown slightly of the Autobot femme's weaponry.

Arachnid was thinking the same thing, looking at the blades with interest and annoyance. Because of course Jack's counterpart's mecha would have weaponry resembling Arcee's own blades. They were longer and serrated at the end though.

( A femme scout smirked, commenting on Tailbreaker's weaponry, saying it was a good choice. Her human partner grinned in turn. Meanwhile a certain teenage wrecker hollered at the subwoofers, suspecting what was to come. )

[ .: WRECK 'N RUUUUUUUIN! :. Wrecker screamed with excitement as the subwoofers of her mecha let out a deep, frame-shaking noise towards the majority of the swarm that flew towards her and Tailbreaker. Tailbreaker positioned himself right behind Wrecker, wincing in his cockpit at the noise, adjusting his auditory sensors and trying to brace from the ridiculously effective sonic weapon.

Senscript had hastily retracted his sensory crown, but left the Signal Blocking antenna out. Even with his sensors fully blocked out, he flinched in his cockpit, pressing his hands against his helm.

The swarm faltered, blown back by the sonic wave that messed with their senses. Some even beginning to smoke and fall from the air. They, along with the other units, the Soldiers and Hounds, were temporarily stunned from the auditory attack.

Which was all Tailbreaker needed to start his own attack. ]

Alright, so the human girl was definitely Wrecker material. He could see how she got her callsign, but it was another thing to see if she deserved to keep it. Sonic attacks weren't exactly common among Wreckers- though he does know of a mech who did that. Blaster… Never knew the mech personally, he had joined after Breakdown had left the Wreckers, but they did fight on a few battlefields.

"Hm, reminds me of an old weapon my scientists created- what was it again…" Lord Megatron said aloud, turning when Soundwave let out a ping, showing a picture of a weapon on his visor. "Ah yes, the resonance blaster. It was a fine piece of weaponry… unfortunately it got stolen by the Autobots and locked away in the Iacon Vaults."

"There are similarities, however so far it's not on par with its capacity and power. The only commonality is that its a sonic weapon." Starscream muttered, unimpressed with the screen. "With the actual blaster, that swarm wouldn't have stand a chance."

"You know of it, Starscream?"

The seeker bristled at the condescending question from the arachnoid con, "Of course I did! I oversaw its creation!"

"As well as oversaw as one of the ones who lost it and the blueprints to the Autobots." Starscream's intake shut firmly, torn between withering underneath Lord Megatron's sneer or indignantly glaring back. Self preservation won out and the seeker grumbled silently in his seat.

"Hm, to think that humans could create such suits with that much fluidity and motion. You'd be hardpressed to see even some average cybertronians move in such way." Knock Out commented, watching with interest as Tailbreaker weaved, slashed and hacked his way through the swarm. Targeting not only the insects but the stray Hound or Soldier in his way. His suit was almost elegant in its movement, "No doubt, Shockwave, human as he is in that world, had a hand as to why and how. But still, it's impressive."

( A pink-haired girl whooped and cheered at the sight of her and her friend absolutely wrecking the swarm and the Quintessons. Shaking the older teen besides her as his other swiftly moved through the swarm like a living blender almost. )

[ Wrecker's subwoofer weapons stopped, the young woman taking a deep breath as her screen showed that the wave had been set to 45% output damage and that the integrity of her mecha suit was now at 80% with fuel just at 78%.

She looked through the cameras of her mecha to see Tailbreaker slicing through groups of the swarm. Dodging soldiers attempting to attack him and even using a Hound to launch himself up into the air to get to the higher flying XTRs.

Her attention shifted back to the commander, who was snarling, tentacles whipping around it but was unable to do anything but bark more orders- this time at the unknown digging XTRs. One of them halted from its task of digging into the wall, joining the rest of the living Soldiers and Hounds, pointing right at her with a clawed tentacle.

"Oh you want a piece of this huh? COME GET IT FUCKERS!" She cackled, adjusting her output to 52%, aiming all of it into her mecha's hands which slammed into the floor as the XTRs rushed towards her. The ground shook, cracking underneath the sound of the deep bass sound, the vibrations moving the very earth underneath her hands, making them stumble in place. ]

Breakdown had to wince at the deep sound those subwoofers made- though it seemed like it was mostly muffled through the screen compared to the damage it was actually making. So it looked like that despite using sonic weaponry, their audials weren't being blown up so thank frag for that.

And it looked like her subwoofers were adjustable. He had to wonder what it would look like if she cranked it all the way up to 100. Probably nothing good.

( Continuous cheering, a green-painted Wrecker watched on with pride. Grinning and cheering alongside his charge. )

[ Wrecker quickly stood her mecha up as fast as it could, which wasn't as fast as Tailbreaker but with the XTRs trying to regain balance- it was enough. She joined into the fray, going back to hand-to-hand combat in dealing with the XTR but this time with the occasional sonic attack from the subwoofers in the palms of her hands and her shoulders. Occasionally letting out a big sonic attack against what was left of the swarm which had dropped from its two hundreds to less than even one hundred.

Tailbreaker was swiftly dealing with the rest of the Hounds and taking out more of the swarm that was trying to avoid Wrecker.

The commander seemed extremely frustrated, body turning around with both faces snarling and shouting in its language as it stomped its pointed legs and lashed out with its tentacles. Crab-like claws gouging the rocks around it. Finally it raised its tentacles in the air, as if to summon something… Only for nothing to happen and finally shriek with something akin to panic. ]

"Lord Megatron, not to put in any doubt to the information you've provided us. But are you sure these were the aliens that once tried to enslave our ancestors?" Arachnid couldn't help but ask a tad snidely, sneering at the pathetic display the Quintesson 'commander' was showing from its tantrum to it finally showing panic from its situation. "After all, it took the Thirteen Primes to deal with the Quintessons, yet this one is struggling with the humans. Granted, the humans have those mecha suits but still…"

Luckily, Lord Megatron was sneering at the screen as well. "They have the resemblance of Quintessons, but after this unimpressive display… I am starting to have my doubts. However keep in mind that this is merely a small group of Quintessons- soldiers, hounds, a swarm, a single commander." His optics narrowed. "We have yet to see their full armada nor see the full extent of they can do. The humans built entire false-bodies to deal with the Quintessons, complete with class-typing and unconventional weaponry and tools. There must be a reason for that."

The femme fatale made a face before conceding with a reluctant nod, sharp digit tapping the table in thought as they continued to watch the screen.

[ Wrecker's palms slammed into the small head of the digger XTR, which had been flailing wildly- clearly it was not created with combat in mind. The digger had no chance against Wrecker even as it tried slamming its spade-like claws into Wrecker's mecha frame, merely scratching the plating before dying when Wrecker activated her subwoofers directly against the digger's head.

The head contorted from the vibrations before splurting with blackish blood. Wrecker was quick to grab the now limp body, hauling it into her grip just to use it as a shield against the more combat-oriented Soldiers that aimed their weapons at her. And from a shield, she turned it into a ram as she charged right at them.

Tailbreaker was getting closer to the commander, who seemed far too busy to notice his gradual approach. .: Senscript, confirm- how many XTRs left? :.

Senscript had been gradually moving closer to the field, having climbed down from his perch at the cliff edge but keeping discrete and stealth in his approach. His antennae pinged, helm unfurling just a bit, .: Majority are dead and injured. Two Soldier units by the commander, four Hount units, twenty-seven- ah, twenty-four insects from the swarm and the other digger. Wrecker just needs to finish off the Soldiers she's facing :.

.: Alright then, Wrecker, wrap it up! We need to secure the commander ASAP. :.

.: Roger that. :. ]

Breakdown hadn't really thought much about the Autobot's humans outside of whenever they appeared. They were humans after all, why care? Other than the fact they could be used against the Autobots, not that Breakdown usually thought of that anyway. Not exactly his type of thing to do, but he knows mechs like Starscream, Arachnid and even Lord Megatron would think of such things.

But now the Observer was pretty much making him think about the humans beyond of what they were, first with the 'Shattered Glass' world, then the 'Actor' world, and now with this 'Alien Mecha' world.

The three humans were doing a solid job as a three-man team.

Wrecker was the muscle, Senscript was the support and it was clear that they took to Tailbreaker who was their leader. Breakdown had to wonder if that was the dynamic the humans took here as well, and if it did… Breakdown will have to keep an eye on that.

The ex-Wrecker watched as the other humans made quick work with the rest of the Quintessons, even if Arachnid was right earlier on- even she would have to admit how impressive it's been that the humans have been dealing with the invading alien forces. Though Breakdown did want to see them going off a bigger group than this one.

Lord Megatron muttered something quietly as they finally reached the Quintesson 'Commander', disposing the remaining Quintessons with relative ease. Wrecker ended up pinning the shrieking creature down, however it kept moving. Struggling. Flailing to get Wrecker off of itself. Tailbreaker ended up intervening and cutting off the flailing tentacles that tried to las out as well as the legs. Essentially dismembering the Quintesson alive, leaving only the torso and the head in tact.

Yikes. Brutal. but effective.

The humans here didn't have any giant robot suits, at least not to Breakdown's knowledge, but still. Just in case.

He's already underestimated humans before.

HIs empty socket twitched, and he frowned deeply.

He was never making that mistake ever again.

( Multiple bots winced at the dismembered Quintesson, expressing from disapproval but it wasn't like they could say it to the other humans. And their own humans were expressing their own disgust at it, it seemed unnecessarily brutal. It may be a Quintesson but to be dismembered yet left alive… It certainly disturbed them all. )

[ .: Commander subdued. All yours Senscript. :. Tailbreaker said, gesturing to the smaller mecha.

"Right. Commencing first field testing of Cortical Psychic Patch created by Doctor Waltz Stein, callsign 'Shockwave'." Senscript said aloud, a screen within his cockpit showing that he was recording the moment. ]

"Waltz Stein." Knock Out repeated with a rear of his helm, faceplate twitsted as he tested out the name. "I'm sorry but, I just cannot see Shockwave having a human name. It just… feels wrong."

Starscream looked perturbed, nodding his agreement. "Even as a human, I feel like his 'callsign' is far more suited for him… Waltz Stein, hmph."

None of the Decepticons present could ever see Shockwave referred to as 'Waltz Stein', even if the Shockwave of that world was human. It just didn't fit right. Shockwave was Shockwave, that was that.

If that was Shockwave's human name, Breakdown couldn't really imagine what name he and the others would have… Great, now he was thinking of what name he would have as a human.

( There was a similar reaction for the Autobots, the thought of the mad scientist having a human name was… incomprehensible really. The humans just shrugged. )

[ Wrecker leaned back against her chair, "So this 'Cortical Psychic Whatever' is what you've been working with Doc Shock? The one that's going to make a whole new class?" She asked Senscript, watching with interest as Senscript's head unfurled once more. In the middle of the sensory crown, at the very middle of the back of his mecha's helm, something shifted, a tentacle-like cord with orange ring-lights slid out with a sharp looking point at the end. "Oh, wicked."

.: Yes. And again, it's Doctor Shockwave at least. Anyway, the Cortical Psychic Patch is supposed to link my mecha to the commander's processer- the mechanical part of it mostly but we're hoping to translate the biological aspects of it as well. That way, we can find out more information about the XTRs and figure out just what they want from Earth and humanity. Please keep the commander's head still, I need direct access to the top of its head. :.

.: Woah, hold on. Wouldn't this also link you to the commander's processor? You're clocked in with your mecha. You've got four ports Senscript. :. Despite the worry Tailbreaker had, he still complied, he and Wrecker gently but firmly holding on to the squirming XTR's head, with the larger mecha making sure its body didnt squirm too much.

.: Five, actually. I needed a new port to accommodate the new cord in my mecha. :.

Wrecker sat up, suddenly alarmed. "Wait what? Raf! You're already on four ports, you don't need five!"

.: Callsigns! Wrecker! But- I-I'm with her, Senscript, you were already too young for more than three ports but now you're on five in your second year of piloting? That's not good, you're going to end up Crashing at any wrong point, which will be WORSE for you considering you have FIVE connecting ports! When did you even get that fifth po— Shit, two months ago you were called to California. That's when you got it didn't you? Fuck. :.

.: I was the only one strong enough for the prototype which needed a port of its own to fully control and search for important information. I know you're both worried but I worked this out with Doctor Shockwave, I know the ramifications, the risk, but I can handle it. If this works, we'll be creating a new sub-class of mecha. Hackers, intel-focused pilots that will get vital information from these XTRs and help the Earth. It's worth it. Now shut up, I need to concentrate and keep holding him still. :. ]

Knock Out's optic ridge raised in interest, "Oh? Do tell." He said, leaning forward. "How interesting, naturally I knew there would be side affects to these humans hooking up their biological systems to a mechanical suit like that but whatever this 'Crashing' event is, it seems dire."

"Seems like it also involves and is exacerbated by the amount of ports one 'pilot' has. The other two humans have two ports so they seem relatively safe from this 'Crash' but the youngest is the most at risk." Starscream muttered, optics narrowed in thought over the tidbit of information provided.

Lord Megatron hummed, "Intriguing… Looks like they're about to test human Shockwave's cortical psychic patch link, let's see how this Shockwave's human intelligence and ingenuity fairs. And just what information he'll be able to uncover from the Quintesson."

( In a base elsewhere from the Nemesis, the Autobots were not liking the information that was given to them. Glancing to their youngest human charge in worry, said human smiled lopsidedly in hopes of reassuring them. He was fine, his other was… well, it was worrying, what was said. But there wasn't much they could do about it.

He also couldn't help but apologize to his friends who waved it off, feeling the same concern for him as the bots.

A medic grumbles and bristles over every word, indignant words masking over the concerns he had for the youngest pilot on the screen. )

[ Senscript's cortical patch link stationed itself over the top of the XTRs head, Tailbreaker and Wrecker keeping the commander still despite their concerns. "Field testing commencing. Engaging."

SHRLK!

Immediately Senscript tensed in his cockpit, alien data and symbols flying over most of his screens as the orange lighting of the cord glowed brightly. The XTR roared once from both faces before falling limp underneath Tailbreakers and Wrecker's grip.

.: Senscript? Senscript, come in! Senscript, are you conscious? :. Tailbreaker asked after a few minutes of silence, getting worried over Senscript's silence and stillness.

Both he and Wrecker let out sighs of relief when they heard his voice over their comms, .: S-Shut… up I'm— processing, ugh, processing- the data. Translating… Give… give me a few… minutes… fuck… :.

All over most of Senscript's inner screens were alien symbols and glyphs, rapidly flashing over before changing from one thing to another. On another screen, a program was being run, the words 'PROTOTYPE TRANSLATION SOFTWARE ACTIVATED; TRANSLATING XTR LANGUAGE…' flared before more words in English were being added underneath.

Unbeknowst to the pilots, even Senscript himself, his nose began to bleed slightly. Leaving a thin trail down his face. ]

"Hm, it's working." Arachnid said, a bit surprised but definitely intrigued.

"Seems like it." Breakdown couldn't help but reply, optic narrowed at the sight of presumably the Quintesson's written language being shown- it was going too fast for Breakdown to understand. Soundwave seemed enraptured, recording the entire sequence to no doubt look at later on on his own or by Megatron's orders.

"It's different from our Shockwave's actual Cortical Psychic Patch Link," Lord Megatron said with a purse of his derma. "However it is working… just not like what ours does… Again, if only Shockwave was here to make sense of what is happening. Visually dissect how they've managed to do this." He didn't bother to look Starscream's way this time but the seeker still avoided looking at the warlord anyway.

"It's working… but not without its side effects." Knock Out said quietly, seeing the blood beginning to drip from Senscript's face.

( "Raf!/Beep!" "Guys I'm fine! I- oh forget it. C'mere Bee." "Beep…" )

[ Wrecker grunted, turning her mecha's head towards where the XTRs had been digging. Curiosity started to bleed in as she thinks she sees something embedded in the rock. "Hold him down Tailbreaker, I think I see something…" She ignored his protests, releasing the XTR to stand up and head over to the cliff wall. "Hey Senscript! Think you can figure out what they were trying to dig up?"

.: I… m-maybe? Why? :.

"'Cuz I think I just found whatever they were trying to find." With a short cry, she launched her fist at the wall, just to break the rock a bit more. Afterwards she dug into the wall a bit more, prying apart sediment and rocks to reveal something silver buried in the wall. "C'mon… Aha!" She lurched backwards, yanking with her something that had been lodged deep within the cliffside.

It was a silver disk with blue lights, it was barely the size of Wrecker's servo. To Wrecker, it meant nothing, but to the XTRs? It meant something. ]

"The Apex Armor?!" Starscream blurted out in shock, standing from his seat at the sight of the disk. "That's- that's the Apex Armor! But how?! That's a Decepticon invention! It looks exactly like the Apex Armor's de-activated form from this world!"

It definitely looked identical to the Apex Armor of their world, it looked of Cybertronian make. Not one difference whatsoever.

They all stared at it in shock, thankfully it seemed that the Autobots were just as shocked as they had paused the viewing.

( "Pause it! Pause it now!… Primus, can it be?" "That is… the Apex Armor…" )

"How is that possible? I thought we were all humans in this world!" Arachnid exclaimed, puzzled.

"When we saw Shockwave we just assumed we'd be human as well, but perhaps that isn't the case." Lord Megatron murmured, "It seems that our race does exist in that world, however they have yet to find Earth. However it seems that some of us are not Cybertronians, but humans. Which makes me wonder…" Just who were humans and who stayed Cybertronians?

It's not a question that Breakdown and the others had been expecting to ask today, or ever. But with the new info, the possibility of Cybertron and their own species existing in that world yet seeing Shockwave as a human…

"Another good question would be why is the Apex Armor on Earth? And if it's on that Earth, then is it here as well?" Knock Out wondered aloud.

"Soundwave, figure out where they are and see if you can find its location here." Lord Megatron immediately ordered, "If the Apex Armor is indeed here, possibly launched from the vaults of Iacon Archives after our attack on it, then we must retrieve it before the Autobots."

"Easier said than done." Starscream grumbled.

"What was that Starscream?"

"Nothing! Nothing…"

( "But how are we going to find it? It's not like we know where it is! Besides, it might not be here, or at that exact location! It could be somewhere else for all we know."

"It's still a risk we cannot allow to be known, we mustn't let the Decepticons know of the Apex Armor's whereabouts. Possible or likewise… Perhaps we can find out more by watching."

"Alright, observer! Continue!" )

[ Tailbreaker leaned closer in his cockpit though his mecha did nothing, still holding down the commander who was still limp underneath him. "Doesn't look human-made. Think it's one of their tech?"

.: No idea, but why would one of their tech be here? Did they lose it a long time ago or what? :. Wrecker came back to their side, holding on to the mysterious silver disk. .: Got a clue what it is, Senscript? :.

The smaller mecha finally moved, Senscript lifting his head while still connected to the XTR. .: That's… hold on, retrieving relevant information- found s-something. Translating… :. It cuts to within Senscript's mecha, a screen showing a picture of the silver disk in question. .: It's called… 'The Apex Armor'? It's not… not theirs I think, it's from- someone else? :.

Wrecker held up the disk, her faceless mecha couldn't convey the bewildered puzzlement that was on her face. .: Someone else? What? Who? Also 'Armor?' How's this thing supposed to be armor? It's a disk! :. ]

"It's not just a disk, girl." Starscream huffed angrily, "Humans… honestly."

"To someone who doesn't know what it is, it is just a disk though." Breakdown couldn't help but point out, rolling his optic at the bristling look he got from the seeker.

"Are you defending a human Breakdown?"

Breakdown snorted, "I'm not defending slag, just pointing out the obvious… Woah, hey. I don't think humans are suppose to bleed that much blood." He comments, a little bit alarmed as more blood seeped from Senscript's nose on screen. That had always been depicted as a bad thing in the human media, hadn't it?

"Something's happening." Knock Out's servos clenched slightly in anticipation as all of a sudden, Senscript's screens flared red and the little human cried out in pain.

( "Wait, what's happening?!" "Rafael! Humans shouldn't be bleeding that much blood from their nasal area!" "Uh, no duh, Ratchet! Something's wrong!" "B-Bee, I'm okay! Please don't tighten your grip." "B-Bweeooo…" )

[ .: Senscript! :..: Senscript?! What's wrong!? :.

Senscript's hands flew to his head, both his actual hands and his mecha's. "Agh- AUGH! M-My head! Something's- i-in my- head!" His screens flared red, alarms going through his mecha's internal sound systems as he could feel something interfering with the link. Blood slipped into his mouth but he had no idea, too preoccupied with the pain that lanced through his skull. "You're- you! Get out! Get OUT!"

On his screen, a few lines were typed out in English.

MISSION ACCOMPLISHEDOBJECTIVE: APEX ARMOR - LOCATED AND RETRIEVEDENEMY ACTION DETECTEDSIGNAL BLOCKERS DETECTEDDEACTIVATING SIGNAL BLOCKERSACTIVATING SPACEBRIDGELOCATING COORDINATESCALLING FOR REINFORCEMENTSENEMY PRESENCE DETECTED WITHIN INTERNAL SERVERBEGINNING MENTAL DE—

.: That's it! :. Senscript felt a large spike of pain, crying out as Tailbreaker yanked the cortical cord's out of the XTR's head, finally noticing the wide, unnatural grin on the twin faces of the XTR. .: You bastard—:. He interrupted himself, moving to catch Senscript's swaying mecha before it could fully fall over. Senscript was limp in the chair, it wasn't clear whether or not he wsa conscious and he was only propped up thanks to the seatbelts that kept him from fully slumping over.

.: Wrecker! We're done here, retreat! Now! :. He barked, lifting Senscript's mecha- it was a bit awkward but he did his best to make it work. ]

"The cortical psychic link is usually a one-way connection," Lord Megatron commented with a surprisingly soft voice, "however if one isn't careful, that one-way connection can easily become two-ways… They should have prepared for such an outcome." He finished with a low smirk, remembering how he managed to hitch a ride with the Autobot's beloved scout to free himself from his coma.

He wonders if the Quintesson had managed to do the same here… But then again, it was one thing for the mind of the same species to share a space- the young human was an entirely different species than the Quintesson. Would it be compatible? Or would there be other side-effects? Only time would tell.

"Considering it's Shockwave who created the link, I'm sure he thought of it… Only whatever defenses he prepared with Senscript clearly wasn't enough." Starscream said with a small smirk, taking some delight that a version of Shockwave's efforts had been for naught.

Arachnid hummed, optics glittering with delighted interested. Having found the last few minutes very entertaining and interesting, "It seems the Quintesson's mission was to retreive the Apex Armor with discretion… I don't know about considering the mission accomplished when the Quintesson is missing all its limbs and its forces are wiped out, but it seems to have a back-up plan."

"One involving a spacebridge." Knock Out said, having noticed the later texts.

( A young boy yelped as he was handed over to a medic, a scout angrily beeping and shrilling at the screen while gesturing heatedly, possibly rudely, at the grinning Quintesson. His fellow scout and friend grabbed his shoulder, trying to calm him down while trying to quell her own anger.

The medic couldn't help but carefully prod the young boy, who whined and reassured all those who listened that he was alright but paled as he listened to the possible injuries his other could have thanks to the cortical link he had with the Quintesson. No one was happy at the moment. )

[ Before any of them could even move from their spot though, light bloomed above them. Startling them as they suddenly found themselves underneath a colorful swirling vortex that grew to encompass them all. .: W-What the— :.

.: NO! :. Wrecker suddenly shrieked, panicked as she grabbed Tailbreaker's mecha with her own, tugging and trying to escape the vortex only for both of them to suddenly lift in the air, they were heavy though and so their ascent was unfortunately slow but steady. .: No- nonono! MAYDAY! MAYDAY! Wrecker to MECH HQ! We are being sucked into some sort of vortex portal! It's the thing that took Ja—:.

Abruptly, the speed of their ascension was accelerated, interrupting Wrecker who shouted in surprise as Tailbreaker was desperately trying to hold on to Wrecker and Senscript, the younger pilot was still seemingly unconscious.

.: —me in, come in— —aker, Senscript, Wr— — —ome in! Status report! Do you co— :.

The screen showed Wrecker's pin-prick eyes before something, a series of images? Flashed in quick succession.

A mecha, smaller than Wrecker's, a different build and clearly holding a sword, painted white, green and red, standing in front of a swirling vortex before something pierces through it, dragging it inside.

"WHEELJACK!" Wrecker screamed before the screen went dark. ]

"Wheeljack?" Breakdown and Starscream chorused together in varying tones of disbelief.

Lord Megatron raised an optic ridge, "Wheeljack? I know of him, he was part of the Wreckers who took down Shockwave's tower back on Cybertron… It seems like he's a human here. Interesting."

"A human who seemed to have died in front of Wrecker's optics." Arachnid snorted, smiling at the way Wrecker had screamed the Autobot's name. Or 'callsign' in that world. She has to wonder how the Autobots themselves were taking this reveal… How she'd love to see the look on their faceplates right now.

( A Wrecker and his charge shouted together, concerned and worried. After a moment, with the help of a Prime, they calm down. The Wrecker promises to try and contact his friend before marveling at the fact his friend's other was a human.

The same goes for his charge, the tiny human cheering at the fact that she knew him but was worried after remembering how he disappeared. )

[ The scene abruptly shifts, no longer the desert area of Earth but a strange city under attack, smoking and smoldering with the sounds of screams and roars in the distance. Buildings were crumbling, smoke was all over the air and fires were starting or being put out.

It was a war zone on another planet. ]

"Praxus."

Breakdown has no idea who said it, too busy staring at the burning, crumbling city with a heavy spark. There it was. Cybertron.

Cybertron that was still alive by the looks of it, there was still a city to burn. His servos clenched as he heard the distant sound of screaming and blaster shots, it made him slip into his memories of… orders faintly being shouted, the sharp hum of seekers in the air, bombardments on each and every corner. Autobots and Decepticons alike scrambling through the streets, firing shots at each other at every opportunity—

Breakdown shook his helm, a tense silence was in the air as it was official; Cybertron existed in that world.

And the war was still going on on that version of their planet.

( For a moment, it looked like someone was going to ask to pause the screen. But in the end, no one did, all the bots watched on with heavy expressions on their faceplates and when asked about it. They would simply tell their human charges, that the city they were seeing was Praxus, a city on Cybertron which fell early on in the war.

Though it begged the question, how was it still standing now? )

[ A mech runs through the desolate but burning and cracked streets, his paint was scuffed but was clearly red, blue and silver. A double-headed axe in servo, .: Optimus Prime to Prowl, Optimus Prime to Prowl, do you read me? Does anybody read me? :. He asked hurriedly through his comms, blue optics narrowing as he heard nothing but static from his comm. Which would make sense considering there was a clear dent on his helm where his comms were supposed to be. One of his finials was even snapped off while his battlemask was partially broken.

He kept running, jumping over fissions in the ground the best he could, he kept moving even as the ground began to shake and explosions went off in the distance. ]

"Optimus Prime…" Lord Megatron growled, yet there was a look of nostalgia as he sees the axe within his arch nemesis' servo. "I suppose it wouldn't be fun to have him as a human, but oh. That axe, I haven't seen that since the bombardment of Iacon!" He cackled, grinning wildly. "I almost miss that treacherous weapon."

Breakdown winced at the sight of the axe, the Prime had a mastery over that thing and quite frankly been more than just a pain in the aft than usual, more than one Decepticon had cheered at the news that he'd lost the damn thing.

"Hm, I don't remember what battle this is… perhaps it's something exclusive to this world." Lord Megatron pondered, optics narrowed at the sight of the other Optimus Prime running through the exploding streets of Praxus. Trying to find the memory of the attack from his memory bank.

( "You wielded a two-headed AXE?! WHAT?! Optimus! That's amazing! What happened to it?!" "Unfortunately it was lost a long time ago, Miko." "Aww… Why couldn't you get another one?" "That axe was rather special to me, and I never had the time nor were there available resources to recreate it or find a replacement." "Awww…" )

[ Out of nowhere, a bomb dropped from the sky behind Optimus, sending him flying for a brief moment from the explosive shockwave. It send him nearly over the edge of a large fissure in the ground, looking more of a canyon as the bottom couldn't be seen whatsoever.

Optimus' optics narrowed and he grunted, using his axe to prevent himself from being sent over, dangling from the edge with only his weapon keeping him from falling. He struggled to reach for the edge with one servo, pedes scraping the side for purchase.

Something heavy landed in front of his axe, kicking up dust that made Optimus close his optics for only a brief moment before opening to see silver pedes standing at the edge. Blue optics roamed up to meet a pair of red optics glaring down at his.

Megatron stood before him, armor scuffed and dirty yet looking all too intimidating as the fire gave him light from behind. The Decepticon symbol clear on his chestplate. ]

Lord Megatron brightened, his grin turning sharp and wild at the sight of himself. "Yes! There I am, with Optimus Prime at my pedes!" He roared, standing from his seat, slamming a servo on the table with eager bloodthirst. "Kill him! Kill him now!"

"Are we really going to see Lord Megatron kill Optimus Prime in another world?" Starscream murmured, a bit stunned to see the moment before snorting. Privately, he thought that something was going to interfere- the Prime had too much luck to just die to Lord Megatron just like that. And in such an easy way as well. Thankfully for him, Lord Megatron was too caught up in his excitement to notice Starscream's doubts and derisions.

Soundwave tilted his helm, a red dot signifying he was recording the moment clear on his visor.

Breakdown and Knock Out shared a look, keeping quiet as their leader called for Optimus Prime's blood.

Arachnid also kept silent, but was eager to see whether or not Optimus Prime would finally die. It wasn't Arcee, but she would never say no to seeing Optimus Prime's death.

( The Autobots and their humans raged and worried, shouting at the screen. Once abruptly confused and stunned at the switch from Earth to Cybertron and the fact that Cybertron existed in that world, they would never stay silent at the scene of their beloved leader possibly dying in front of them.

A medic in particulr was swearing from Cybertron's Pits to Earth's Hell about Megatron, snarling threats in Cybertronian as if to protect the humans' ears but the way he was growling made it clear to them that whatever he was saying, it was nothing nice.

Their leader tried to calm them down, but was disheartened to see his other in such a position. Hoping for the best, hoping that this was not the end, and that the humans and his team would not see his demise…)

[ Megatron glared down at him, before sighing deeply. Reaching down to grab Optimus' servo in his, grunting as he pulled the mech up from his precarious position and into his arms. One arm around his chassis and the other underneath Optimus' knees, holding him bridal style. "What have I said about leaving my side, my Prime?" He growled, leaning in to glare directly into Optimus' optics before smirking. "I can't leave you for even a klik, can I?"

Optimus' battlemask snapped open, revealing a small, fond smile on his faceplate. "I would apologize, but it was not my fault this time my Protector. I am entirely blameless in this endeavor."

Megatron's smirk turned into a charmed smile, "We'll see about that, but for now…" He raised his helm, letting Optimus down from his hold as they stood back-to-back. Surrounded by all sides by large, monstrous creatures with Soldier Quintessons riding atop them. "Let's deal with these mongrels, shall we?" His fusion cannon hummed to life, charging.

Optimus' battlemask snapped close as he readied his axe. "We shall." ]

Complete.

Utter.

Silence.

Even as the screen pauses—

( "PAUSE! PAUSE PAUSE PAUSE—" )

There was nothing but silence for a solid klik before Starscream blurted out what they were all thinking;

"What the frag?!"

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HEUAHEHAEUHEAHEHAEH THE MEGOP REVEEAAAAL admittedly it was short here but don't worry! we're getting right into it next chapter!

AND YES! I TOOK LIBERTIES AND CHANGED THE QUINTESSONS HERE IN THE ALIGNED UNIVERSE! this is my story and i do what i want! if i want the quintessons to be barely known in the tfp uo universe then dammit, i will do that! makes it more fun when i do their reactions anyway hehehehe.

next chapter will take a bit since i'm still debating whether to switch back to twice the primes or dance of the firebot, we'll see which fic calls to me most. dont think ive forgotten them! im just.. letting whatever motivates me into writing take over.

anyway i hope you guys enjoyed! i'll see yall later :D

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🍓🌙 STRAWBERRY MOON • PICK A CARD

What Are You Harvesting & Releasing This Full Moon? 🌕

Hello loves! 💌

Welcome to this special Strawberry Moon pick-a-card reading 🌕🍓 I hope you’re all doing well and being gentle with yourselves.

As always, let’s keep things kind & supportive.

This full moon is about ripening, release, and reconnection—so let’s dive into the guidance waiting for you…

**NOTE: This is a collective reading, take what resonates. Take a deep breath & close your eyes. Try to pick one pile or two that you are the most drawn to.**

Pile I. Pile 2. Pile 3.

✦ PILE I.

🍰 Song: In the Kitchen—Mree

✧ Cards Pulled: Queen of Swords

Three of Cups (rx), Eight of Wands (rx), Two of Cups (rx)

The Chariot, Wheel of Fortune, Knight of Wands

Six of Wands

Ten of Wands (rx), The Lovers (rx)

Four of Cups (rx)

…

This was interesting, before I could pull for the rest of cards— the Queen of Swords flew out. This signals cutting through the fog and gaining mental clarity about a direction you want to head in. You’re in a state where you are done being stuck or afraid to cut ties or advocate for yourself. You’re done being emotionally manipulated or dragged for the benefit of others. Major clarity era incoming. You’re shutting toxic ties and cycles and honoring your higher selves.

For you, I see that this period is about harvesting the wisdom from fake relationships or connections that didn’t work out. You know what isn’t a connection and now can work on and call in what is. You are releasing and closing cycles that are dragging you. There’s no more running into situations recklessly or acting in erratic ways. There’s major karmic cycles that are being fulfilled, you’re gaining better control instead of being whipped by new ideas or heartbreak.

You’re being supported by the universe and your spirit team in learning these lessons the hard way. No matter how difficult it must felt, you’re getting your recognition from your spirit guides and the universe. I’m getting the message that they want you to know: you’re more capable and strong willed than you think. Trust your instincts and intuition moving forward. You are always being divinely guided.

To continue harvesting this moon energy for growth you need to drop past burdens. You’re not cattle, you’re not meant to carry what doesn’t belong to you. You need to also stop choosing people and situations that drain you because they are familiar and comforting. If you want to grow and attract your desires you need to be more deliberate in your actions. Actions speak louder than words. If you want love, stop going back to familiarity that costs your peace. When you continue on this path and nurture yourself, you stop waiting for life to feel like something and start living it. If you want success, act like you already have it. The second you stop fantasizing about life and start living it — everything shifts.

✦ PILE II.

🍰 Song: Kiki’s Song —Mree

✧ Cards Pulled: Two of Swords (rx)

The Lovers (rx), Three of Swords, Six of Pentacles (rx)

Death

Five of Wands (rx)

The Hierophant (rx), The Chariot

…

After a loop of hesitation or doubting there comes inner clarity. You could’ve been in a lot of doubt about a particular situation—could have to relate to work, school, relationships. But, under this full moon what is being harvested is powerful: clarity from inner paralysis.

You are no longer in limbo of action vs stagnation. You are making choices to move forward in your life. You are burning through overthinking, doubts, emotional clutter, heartbreak, lack of self worth, and other imbalances. You are giving up cycles of over giving your time and energy while not feeling enough. This is huge shadow work energy.

Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, the energy of transformation has come. The Death is telling me you are shredding off old identities and fears about outcomes or self. Deep transformations and transitions in life are reshaping your life in the way you move and interact in the world.

To use this moon’s energy for growth you need to stop withholding your own breakthrough. You’re at a threshold of inner change, but you’re resisting it. Allowing for your transformation to happen, you break old systems, routines, or structures in your life that use define you and now hold you back. This helps new opportunities pull you into alignment with your life’s purpose and power. You begin to gather momentum and autonomy over your life. Momentum = direction. You’re rebuilding yourself leaving old tools and systems in the past to gain new ones to better serve you. You cannot carry big dreams on a mindset built on fear and limiting beliefs of “what if it doesn’t happen?”. It is time to let it go & allow yourself to breathe.

✦ PILE III.

🍰 Songs: When you come home—Mree

✧ Cards Pulled: Four of Pentacles, Justice, Six of Pentacles

Seven of Pentacles, Six of Cups (rx), Nine of Cups (rx), Eight of Pentacles (rx)

Ace of Cups (rx)

Four of Wands

Six of Swords, The Emperor, Three of Cups (rx), Five of Swords (rx), The Lovers

…

Before I could finish shuffling, The Sun and Five of Cups came—and it seems this pile holds lot of light and potential within but doesn’t see it. You seem to be stuck on the things that are not working out rather than things that are. You are grieving ideas, situations, or dreams that didn’t work out. It’s valid, but it shouldn’t overshadow your potential.

This full moon is teaching you how to receive and give equally. You’re learning balance through boundaries. Perhaps you’ve held too tight to people or things that drained you, thinking control is love. Now, you are realizing that control and holding to things/people make them slip faster. You’re choosing fairness in the ways that you approach relationships and connections with yourself and others.

You’re releasing past investments, plans, relationships that didn’t work out and past nostalgia illusions that kept you locked. You are not blindsided anymore and are seeing things for what they are. You are realizing what you thought you wanted isn’t something you want anymore. You’re letting out of the idea that in order to get love and success you have to overwork yourself. You’re at the stage of forgiving yourself for past mistakes and trying so hard to please to others.

Oddly enough, what’s giving you support is emotional numbness. You may be numbing, dissociating, or distracting yourself from how you feel and as unexpected it sounds—it’s helping. You’re emotionally detoxing to ease into healing.

Use this moon’s energy to come back into union with yourself and ground yourself. Allow joy and celebration to come back into your life whether it’s with your family, friends, spirit guides, your person—or just you, sitting in the sun for longer than usual. Let these moments rebuild trust and love in yourself. Celebrate the little moments and joys of life no matter how small. Take care of yourself the way you wished others would.

If you stay this path—of letting go, forgiving, and reclaiming— you will gain structure and balance in your life. By letting go of past baggage that made you feel small, you will gain more tools, opportunities, and love for yourself and others.

🌕 That’s all for this Strawberry Moon Reading! 🍓

Thank you for being here for my second full reading—it truly means a lot. I love reading your comments about which piles resonated with you. Thank you for trusting me with your energy and your time.

I hope to see you in the next reading. Until then, be gentle with yourself & take care…

With love, cherwi <3

🔮 All readings and content © @tarotwithcherwi

Please don’t repost or copy without credit. Thank you!! 🙏

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Self Related Tarot

ψ ❝Anastasia Ios❞ $45

Your Soul’s Purpose . ݁₊ ♱ . ݁˖ . Dedicated to querent’s spiritual duties this lifetime, what you’re meant to accomplish and create on Earth. 6 cards will be pulled.

included details

spiritual identity, past life, special abilities as a divine being

soul’s purpose this life, what they’re chosen to accomplish or do, highest potential

lessons taught and learned, healing missions, blessings and gifts received on this path

(oracle cards will be pulled) ➞ additional info

universal messages meant to hear

ancestral powers meant to guide them

higher self’s influence, messages, and presence for the collective

ψ ❝Emperies Moira❞ $55

If You Were a Tarot Card. ݁₊ ♱ . ݁˖ . A reading that imagines querent's persona, character traits, and uniqueness in the form of a tarot card. Something amusing, yet mystical enough that it serves as inner reflection rather than just entertainment. Essentially, your underlying concept as a divination tool. 3 sections, details included in description.

section i

(7 cards will be pulled) ➞ querent's tarot deck + card definition inside of it, the upright + reverse interpretation, and how it is interpreted in a spread if pulled. overall themes and associations in context.

section ii

(7 cards will be pulled) ➞ querent's imagery, symbolism(s) and connections, how a reader would describe their card, benefits + disadvantages of this card in a spread [plus its effects on the spread itself]

section iii

(oracle cards will be pulled) ➞ additional info

positive + negative influence

indicators (new love, babies, incoming wealth, etc.)

personality type that pulls this card (i.e. who's likely to get this)

appearance traits (physical)

characters that embody this card's energy

ψ ❝Fama Grailie❞ $55

If You Were Famous. ݁⋆.˚♆. ݁₊｡ Based off this pick a card I posted, this reading will cover querent’s path to fame (as it were). Your unique experience and dealings of a world beyond the norm, the travels to popularity, wealth, and high expectations. Are you ready to be famous? 3 sections, details included in description.

section i

(7 cards will be pulled) ➞ who querent is + their rise to fame (i.e. how they’d get famous), public image + popularity, their relationship with fame (i.e. happiness, success), sacrifices and benefits of gaining fame, significant changes

section ii

(7 cards will be pulled) ➞ controversies with the media + public drama), celebrity friends or enemies, accolades + achievements, talents (hobbies), special qualities that make querent stand out, celebrity traits

section iii

(oracle cards will be pulled) ➞ additional info

fanbase, social circle, celebrity persona

romance, flings, and marriage

status + public reception (reaction)

peak stardom, awards, recognition

wealth + possessions, appearance, marketing

legacy, downfall, overall fame

ψ ❝Dose O’ Mirra❞ $55

Your Reflection in These Eyes. ݁₊ ♱ . ݁˖ . Self-sufficient kind of reading that delves into querent’s existence, into their identity on Earth (and as a universal being). Look into the mirror I hold up for you, so you’re able to see everything about you beneath the physical—underneath the surface. No sugarcoating, book if you’re ready to see fit.

section i

(7 cards will be pulled) ➞ who querent is at the root (core self), how they’re perceived by the world, what it means to be around their energy + presence

section ii

(7 cards will be pulled) ➞ querent’s higher self + values, spiritual abilities (i.e. gifts this lifetime), how they heal themselves or the collective/people around them

section iii

(oracle cards will be pulled) ➞ additional info

family’s past (i.e. generational curses and inherited gifts)

past wounds + trauma

childhood + adolescence

relationships and romantic connections (i.e. querent as a lover)

home and parenthood (i.e. querent as a parent)

soul this lifetime + connection to spirituality

ψ ❝Birthspiria❞ $65

Happy Cake and Candles.⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹♡. Birthday themed tarot reading that goes into detail about querent’s upcoming celebration! A solar return in the form of cards, in which there’ll be an explanation of everything meant to come for you in the year. 4 sections, details included in description.

section i

(7 cards will be pulled) ➞ querent’s birthday, what to expect, how the day’s events will come about + be as an experience

section ii

(7 cards will be pulled) ➞ lessons learned, age + developmental growth, blessings incoming + celebratory news or outcomes

section iii

(3 cards will be pulled) ➞ a tarot prediction for each astrological house [1H - 12H] for upcoming year/birthday

1H ⟶ aura, beginnings, first impressions, self-knowledge

2H ⟶ values, abundance & finances, self-worth, material possessions (desires)

3H ⟶ short travels & journeys, mentality, communication, to do list, ideas

4H ⟶ home & familial ties, security (comfort), inner self & emotional stability, parenthood

5H ⟶ entertainment, creative expression & hobbies, flings & drama, enjoyment

6H ⟶ lifestyle (routine), health, service & duties (work), the unexpected

7H ⟶ open enemies, commitments, relationships & marriage, business (contracts)

8H ⟶ karma, debts & resources, death (rebirth), intimacy

9H ⟶ far travels & journeys, spirituality (worldview), higher education, beliefs (morals)

10H ⟶ public image (reputation), career, goals & achievements, exposure

11H ⟶ friend groups & community, networking, aspirations, social issues

12H ⟶ hidden enemies, secrets, mental health & endings, dreams

section iv

(oracle cards will be pulled) ➞ additional info

birthday plans, celebration(s), and invitations

appearance + overall aesthetic

happiness + gratitude for the year

gifts received

universal blessings

wild card — unexpected surprise

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Sexual Tarot

ψ ❝Hailo Merci❞ $45

First Time With Them. ݁₊ ♱ . ݁˖. A look into querent’s first time having sex with your partner, lover, or person. Meant to provide insight on the sentiment, how it’ll be in terms of excitement or intimacy. 6 cards pulled.

included details

who’s it going to be with, emotions + chemistry felt, the sexual energy between them, what leads into the moment and how it starts

the foreplay, querent’s first time, overall enjoyment between both partners, what about the sex is fulfilling (i.e. favorite parts of the sex), what’s special about the experience

coming down + aftercare, feelings and connection afterward, how it affects future encounters

(oracle cards will be pulled) ➞ additional info

sexual dynamic of encounter

secret kink(s)

sexual personality after first time

ψ ❝Tainted Damiana❞ $55

What's Seductive About You. ݁₊ ♱ . ݁˖. Based off this pick a card I posted, querent's sexual attractivity, magnetism and sensuous power will be discovered [and uncovered]. This is written with the intention of exposing what's insatiable about your energy, it's going to heighten that level of desire. The magnitude of sexuality in my words. 3 sections, details included in description.

section i

(7 cards will be pulled) ➞ querent’s magnetism and appearance to others, their appeal and seductive energy (strengths), and the effect their aura has in public (i.e. special occasions)

section ii

(7 cards will be pulled) ➞ querent’s seductive “powers” and how it transforms them, their dark side (lilith) seduction and desirability, and how partners/suitors respond

section iii

(oracle cards will be pulled) ➞ additional info

signature scent

outfits + accessories

hairstyles, makeup, and attractive traits

personality, charm, and 'special' techniques

essence + qualities (i.e. magnetism)

spirit animal ("inner animal")

ψ ❝Devian Eros❞ $55

Next Sexual Encounter. ݁₊ ♱ . ݁˖ . Explicit context of querent's future escapade(s) and the adventure of the circumstance. Every tantalizing touch alongside each rise of building tension, all the way to the resolution of passionate messes in the bedroom. Beware of how raunchy this reading will (not can) get. 3 sections, details included in description.

section i

(7 cards will be pulled) ➞ querent’s expectations + how it happens, who it’s with (i.e. the partner), the sexual tension and energy of the encounter before, during, and after it takes place

section ii

(7 cards will be pulled) ➞ details of the encounter (e.g. positions), how it feels + emotions felt, overall pleasure and orgasms given

section iii

(oracle cards will be pulled) ➞ additional info

sexual chemistry and intimacy

orgasms + aftercare

foreplay

lovers kinks

future encounter

wild card — sexual surprise

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Love Tarot

ψ ❝Doveliene Cupid❞ $45

Love Compatibility. ݁₊❦｡‧ྀི° ݁. A calculator that determines the romantic chemistry and synastry between you and a chosen lover. 4 cards will be pulled for each person.

included details

how the romance and connection would be between querent/querent’s lover, overall compatibility, the relationship’s potential dynamic and outcome

how querent/querent’s lover feels about the love, their favorite traits about querent/querent’s lover, their development being with querent/querent’s lover

advantages and disadvantages of being a couple, the reaction to the relationship, “5 years later” being together

(oracle cards will be pulled) ➞ additional info

couple traits

ψ ❝Aphrodite’s Kiss❞ $45

Incoming Love. ݁₊❦｡‧ྀི° ݁. Upcoming love for querent and what to expect when it arrives. Romantic expression for you if you’re single or expecting someone to come into this area of life. 6 cards will be pulled.

included details

who’s coming in + what they’ll offer, what’s significant about them, what do they like about querent (physically, mentally, personality wise, etc.), how will they show up romantically

romance + love with them, pros and cons in the connection/union, their special qualities + positive effects on querent

the future of this connection, significant changes from being with each other (positive or negative), advice for the relationship and for querent

(oracle cards will be pulled) ➞ additional info

green flags & red flags

love languages & intimate traits (both querent and their lover)

love messages from them

ψ ❝Delicate Amor❞ $55

All About Your Future Spouse. ݁₊❦｡‧ྀི° ݁. Full detail about querent’s future lover in this lifetime, who they are and what ways they show up. A tale of affection that is unique for each individual, yet explores the avenue of connection and devotion the same. Succumb to temptation of their commitment to you. 3 sections, details included in description.

section i

(7 cards will be pulled) ➞ future spouse’s personal information (i.e. who they are), how querent and future spouse meet + come into fruition, what it’s like being their partner

section ii

(7 cards will be pulled) ➞ future spouse’s love for querent (love languages), romance with them + the effect on one another, effort that’s put in towards the connection (i.e. planning dates, bonding)

section iii

(oracle cards will be pulled) ➞ additional info

future spouse’s appearance + personality traits

first times with them (kiss, lovemaking, “i love you”)

the wedding + married life (ceremony, pregnancy, in-laws)

domesticity (home, parenthood, routines)

intimate traits

overall bond and relationship (e.g. in the end)

bonus — love messages from them

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Dr. Deviant’s Notes

ψ Fashion Prescription $40

How To Guide on Aesthetic, Beauty, and Style (Beauty Analysis). ݁₊𖤍. ݁˖ . A visual tarot reading that offers appearance suggestions and advice, for a chance at evolution.

details included

beauty interpretation (i.e. notes on querent’s appearance)

accessories

hair

makeup

fashion (style)

influence

evolution

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Misc. Tarot

ψ 5 Card Pull $35

Free Choice Question . ݁₊ ♱ . ݁˖ . Querent can ask anything, any subject (love, general, self, sex), and have it answered with a five card spread. In depth answers are provided, as well as a personalized shufflemancy and channeled messages. 1 section, no details available.

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Pick a Card: Message from Goddess Circe for Confidence and Shadow Work

Left top [Pile 1] Right top [Pile 2], Left Bottom [Pile 3], Right Bottom [Pile 4 ]

Goddess Circe, a mesmerizing figure from Greek mythology, captivates with her enchanting sorcery and transformative powers. Known for her mastery of potions and spells, Circe is a symbol of feminine mystique and empowerment. Often depicted as a sorceress living on the mystical island of Aeaea, she weaves magic to shape destinies and challenge the perceptions of mortals and gods alike. Her story embodies the complexities of power, desire, and the journey of self-discovery.

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Pile 1:

The Magician (I):

Circe's message is embodied in The Magician card. Like the Magician, she encourages you to harness your personal power and embrace your innate abilities for transformation. You have the tools at your disposal to manifest your desires and shape your reality. Trust in your intuition and tap into your inner wisdom to wield your magic wisely.

Special Message: Area [Friendships]: As you journey into the future, cherish the friendships that uplift and support you. Surround yourself with people who inspire you to be your best self and who celebrate your successes and stand by you during challenges. Cultivate meaningful connections based on shared values, interests, and mutual respect. Remember that friendships are a two-way street, so invest time and effort into nurturing these valuable relationships and be there for your friends as they are for you.

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Pile 2:

The High Priestess (II):

Circe's second message comes through The High Priestess card. She reminds you to listen to the whispers of your subconscious mind and honor your intuition. There are hidden depths within you waiting to be explored, and the High Priestess invites you to trust in the mysteries of the unseen realms. Embrace the unknown and allow your intuition to guide you on your journey of self-discovery.

Special Message: Area [Love]: As you navigate the path of love in the future, remember that authenticity is key. Embrace your true self and seek connections that honor and celebrate who you are. Be open to new experiences and allow yourself to be vulnerable, knowing that genuine connections are built on trust and mutual respect. Trust in the timing of the universe and have faith that love will find its way to you when the time is right.

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Pile 3:

Death (XIII):

Circe's third pile message is reflected in the Death card. While the image of Death may seem ominous, it symbolizes the inevitability of transformation and rebirth. Circe teaches that change is a natural part of life, and sometimes, old structures must fall away to make room for new growth. Embrace the process of shedding the old and embrace the opportunities for renewal and transformation that lie ahead.

Special Message: Area [Family]: Your family dynamics may undergo changes in the future, but remember that love and communication are the pillars that hold relationships together. Cultivate open and honest communication with your family members, even during challenging times. Embrace forgiveness and understanding, knowing that every family has its unique journey filled with ups and downs. Focus on nurturing the bonds that matter most and cherish the moments you share with your loved ones.

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Pile 4:

The Star (XVII):

Circe's fourth pile message is embodied in The Star card. Like the Star, she offers hope, healing, and guidance in times of darkness. No matter how challenging your journey may seem, there is always a guiding light to lead you forward. Trust in the universe's benevolent wisdom and have faith that brighter days are on the horizon. Allow Circe's magic to illuminate your path and inspire you to dream big.

Special Message: Area [Health]: Your health is your greatest asset, and investing in self-care and well-being will pay dividends in the future. Prioritize habits that nourish your body, mind, and spirit, such as regular exercise, nutritious eating, adequate rest, and stress management. Listen to your body's signals and seek professional guidance when needed. Remember that small, consistent steps toward wellness can lead to significant improvements in your overall health and vitality.

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𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝒹𝑜 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒸𝑒𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊

I. II. III. .·:¨ Artist | Dividers | Masterlist ¨:·.

Hello! To pick a pile please clear your mind and focus on the images above, whichever one speaks to you the most or you feel the most drawn to, this one is for you! If more than one speaks to you, feel free to read both. Remember to take only what resonates with you 🌠

Pile I.

While tossing the cards I really got some baddass vibes from this collective, intimidating energy... (A bit of emo energy as well) Your beauty and aura makes people shy, I hear that you guys really have that confidence in you, or maybe you're trying to have it, fake it till you make it, am I right? >:3c No, seriously, you're really, REALLY charming, but I feel like your energies may be unbalanced, feminine to be exact. Take care of yourself, go do your skin care routine! Go get comfy, it's a self-care day! Spirit is telling me, that you may be going through some tough times you have some goals in mind that need a lot of changes in your current life and it's challenging for you. Especially inner transformations, these are just as hard if not even harder, then the outer ones. You really are delaying this, but I feel like these changes will turn out to be good for you, you're just resisting the inevitable because it's scary, I fully understand you, but people are noticing this too, even though you're putting up a front. I know you can do it, you are a really strong person. Take some time to rethink all of your plans, don't make rushed decisions and furthermore DO NOT let people change your opinions, you know what you want or at least have some general idea of what you want. And unfortunately people are envious, your energy makes them very easily jealous. They may want to sabotage your goals and dreams seeing you struggle might be satisfying for them, maybe not on purpose, but beware and remember to be assertive! Show these people who's the baddest b**ch here. 💅

Advice: Your enthusiasm gives you energy and motivation to follow your goals. Healthy, honest and assertive communication is the key. Let your feminine energy inspire your creativity, and masculine to keep you confident in your beliefs.

Songs: After Dark by Mr.Kitty | A Match into Water by Pierce The Veil

Pile II.

I couldn't stop laughing while tossing this pile, maybe because the first song that played on shuffle was Lalala but the vibes were kinda goofy in a positive way! But the moment I saw the cards it started to look like a cover-up. It seems like people don't see the real you, they're blinded by the masquerade of abundance that you put on. Numb to the feeling was the second song that played, and honestly it fits with the vibes I'm actually seeing in this pile. There's some trouble in sleeping, somethings are keeping you up, you're stuck with your "demons" while putting on a mask for the people about how good you have it. You keep on pushing and pursuing your goals while hurting and overthinking, you only let them see the good sides of this hard work you're putting into this situation 🥺 Others see you as someone with a bright future, broad horizons and a bright way in front of you, someone who pushes through everything that life throws at them. But they don't see the impact that pushing through has on you. Let others help you a bit, you don't have to suffer alone even though it feels like you can do everything on your own, or better than it would've been done by them.

Advice: Substitute interdependence that's based on satisfying others with assertiveness and strength. Let it go, let the universe take care of it. You healed the past scars enough, you're ready to let love inside your life again.

Songs: Lalala by Y2K, bbno$ | Numb to the feeling by Chase Atlantic | Pretty When You Cry by Lana Del Rey

Pile III.

The beginning is born from the ending, there's no ending without beginning etc etc. This pile is giving me strong... Homewrecker vibes, sorry dude but i'm being honest... You're seen as someone hot-headed, someone who rushes into things, who makes connections easily, but you brought some destruction into someone's life. Maybe meeting you changed this person's whole core belief system? They started questioning what they know, which brought them pain and confusion in many ways, which I see by 10 of swords here... But as I said at the start of this pile, for a new chapter something has to end. (Homewrecker by Marina has started playing girl what you doing...😭) Anyways, you seem as someone balancing energies, you change people's perspectives on life itself, your presence is strong and you know what you want and you get it.

I wanted to know more about this pile and started tossing some cards, and two flew out right onto my floor... Nah girl you bring new beginnings where ever you go, but you're very generous, or like people to be generous with you... Have you ever been interested in sugar baby type of relationships? I'm not judging, good for you go get that bag ✨

Advice: Your unique characteristics are the most important part of you getting what you want in life. Don't compare yourself to others, focus on your progress and how far you've come. Make new healthy relationships, a support group that will resonate with you.

Songs: Supermassive Black Hole by Muse | You Right by Doja Cat, The Weeknd | Homewrecker by Marina

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ʚ 𝖎 𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖒𝖊, 𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖑𝖞 ɞ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

. ༘˚⋆𐙚｡ 𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ⋆𖦹.✧˚

⤷ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ; language, FLUFF.

⤷ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ; Aegon Targaryen, Original Female Character, Alicent Hightower (mention), Rhaenyra Targaryen (mention), Viserys Targaryen (mention).

⤷ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ; this is all work of fiction. in no way am i prompting the acts in this fictional story nor am i encouraging acts done or words said in this piece of writing. i heavily recommend only those who can stomach this universe proceed as the heavy themes are not the most suitable for a most audiences.

Aegon found himself in the throes of an unbearable headache. The cause remained a mystery to him— was it the remnants of last night's wine, or the ceaseless prattle of the Small Council on matters that held no interest for him? Yet, above all, it was his Mother's incessant nagging that grated on his nerves. Her unsolicited critiques and condescending remarks had left him feeling hollow, devoid of joy.

For two decades, he endured the relentless torment of inner conflict, torn between his true identity and the expectations placed upon him. Despite being named after a great conqueror, he harbored no ambition for political power. Though hailed as the kingdom's beacon of hope and the King's heir, he would willingly submit to Rhaenyra if it meant finding relief from the torment that consumed him.

He sought solace only in the peculiar wines and the depths of brothels. However, they were no longer sufficient. He was weary of the alcohol-induced headaches and the constricting pain in his chest after waking up next to a woman who was only there for payment. His pride was crumbling, and he could finally concede to the world's judgment of him; Aegon II Targaryen was indeed pathetic.

Aegon yearned for unspoiled air, free from the breath of others. He sought refuge in solitude, fearing that his inner turmoil would drive him to drastic action. The gardens offered a temporary reprieve, their natural beauty calming his troubled mind. Yet, it was not the flowers that brought him peace, but rather her comforting presence. It was she who soothed his troubled soul.

Perhaps it was the knowledge that she chose to stand by his side willingly. He was accustomed to women being in his presence out of obligation or for their own gain due to his royal status, but he could discern that she was there out of genuine desire. Despite her naivety as a foreigner in the court, she seemed genuinely sincere when she expressed her admiration for him. Or maybe she was not naive. She was smart; he dare say smarter than him in a lot of topics, but no amount of smart helped him understand why she wanted him.

"Your Majesty," she curtsies gracefully as she catches sight of him approaching. Aegon shook his head, "Simply fucking not. I am here to escape from all of that," he required no reminder of his identity. He longed for a few moments to simply be Aegon— not the King, not the man bearing the name of the great Targaryen conqueror, not the man embroiled in war. He despised that persona. He despised himself when he was himself. Yet, he could endure his own company when he was with her, and that was more affection than he had ever felt for himself.

He gazed upon her as she chuckled at his severity, the melodic sound reverberating within him. She remained unfazed by his inadvertent hostility. Was she aware that this was a result of his upbringing? Endless reprimands were all he received as a child, it was all he knew how to express.

She delicately toyed with her exquisite golden rings; oh, how he could admire her endlessly. His sole desire was to etch into his mind every one of her subtle mannerisms, to decipher her emotions with just a glance, to interpret the unspoken signals that revealed her innermost feelings. "What troubles you?" she softly murmured, her head tilted in genuine worry. Worry for him.

"Absolutely everything," Aegon exhaled deeply, wandering aimlessly in front of her, "I feel as though I could stand before Sunfyre and embrace her flames," he watched as her eyes widened slightly. She huffed out, "Please refrain from saying such things," her tone filled with dread. He smiled and casually remarked, "I have vowed to speak only the truth with you. And that, my dear, is the truth."

He observed her closely while she pondered her response. Each word carefully selected, not out of insincerity, but out of a genuine desire to provide him solace. She had once advised him to consider his words before speaking, she inspired him to follow suit as she spoke up, "What can I do to make you feel better?" she inquired.

He indeed considered the counsel and pondered his response. Aegon II Targaryen would retort with a clear desire for wine and the companionship of whores to alleviate his emptiness. But what words would Aegon choose? What would truly bring solace to Aegon? He remained uncertain. He had never looked beyond those trivial matters. Those basic indulgences that he had been taught were the sole source of a man's contentment.

Was he truly acquainted with his own being? By the Seven Hells, she provoked such profound contemplation within him. Yet, he understood the value in it. It was her influence that guided him towards self-awareness, allowing him to delve deeper into his thoughts. What could bring solace to Aegon? After much deliberation, he concluded, "Peace."

"Peace?" she inquired with curiosity, seeking further elucidation, yearning to delve deeper into his thoughts. Aegon pondered for a moment before responding, "I crave tranquility. I yearn to be free from the burdens of duty and the weight of responsibility," he paused, collecting his thoughts. With a resolute tone, he continued, "No. That is not entirely accurate. I do desire responsibility, but not in this form. I have no desire to wear the crown, for I am not fit for such a role. I am better suited for the responsibilities my Father neglected."

“What do you mean?”

"I intend," he murmured softly, "to outshine him, but not as a monarch. Rather, as a father," he chuckled softly. The image materialized before him, a daydream of a serene existence where he could slumber undisturbed until a child with his own hair and eyes rudely awakened him with a plea. Occupying himself throughout the day with the babbling, disorder, and vexation of children—yet, by the deities, it was an exasperation he would never wish to dispel. The unending juvenile needs, the perpetual reliance on him, and the nerve-wracking moments at feasts while they scampered off to play.

Following his duties diligently, he would eventually retreat to his private chambers. Ensuring everyone was settled for the night with a reassuring word of meeting again in the following morn. Upon entering his chambers, a heavy sigh would escape his lips as he sank into a luxurious bath, losing track of time. With damp hair cascading and hovering over his shoulders, he would leisurely make his way to his opulent bed, where the familiar chuckle he cherished would resonate as the mattress welcomed his presence.

Subsequently, he would raise his gaze. He would lift his eyes and with mesmerizing violet eyes, he would behold her. He would behold her all the time; as he looked upon his children and he would behold her when he desires to, referring to her as his beloved spouse. His wife. This was the aspiration of Aegon. This was what would elevate Aegon to a higher state of being.

"Aegon?" Her voice interrupted his reverie, yet the tenderness with which she uttered his name mirrored the way she did in his dreams. Aegon dismissed her with a shake of his head, "Let it go. Dreams are not meant for rulers," he chuckled, aware of the ambiguity in his words. Drawing closer to him, she insisted, "But they are. Kings possess the power to obtain anything they desire. That is the essence of royalty— turning fantasies into reality," her voice carried a sense of urgency, imploring him to fulfill the desires of a King for Aegon.

He was immediately persuaded. He entwined his fingers in her luscious dark locks and shut his eyes, savoring the flavor of her lips reminiscent of the sweetness described in the romantic High Valeryan poetry. As he gazed into her eyes after pulling away, he made a firm decision.

Aegon made the bold choice to embrace both roles. Despite the hardships that came with being King, he knew it was the only path to winning her heart. To having her be his.

And Aegon II Targaryen might get burnt for this, the Septa might judge him and the Gods might haunt him but he will be damned if he did not choose her when she was right there.

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[commentarycrochet]

I knew it. I also think Percy is, just from his inner dialogue and thoughts. He just sounds like he was raised going to church. Same with Hazel. And Leo. They have the VIBE of people who were raised around churches. I’m not quite sure if they personally still believe in it though. Like Samirah al-abbas.

Hazel, for sure I think she still believes in it to a certain extent, even if she is now aware of multiple gods, I think she still believes in like Christian values.

Percy feels like someone who is raised in church, but is extremely atheist- I feel like he is aware of the concept of gods, especially because he is a demigod, but he doesn’t believe in them and doesn’t worship them similar to Magnus.

And Leo I feel like is around churches mainly because of Hispanic culture. although I don’t really feel like him personally, as an individual thinks about religion that deeply.

Yes, it’s confirmed that a strong belief in a deity is what causes them to come into existence and the Rick’s universe, but not everyone who comes into contact with that god will believe in them.

It’s like manifesting a pregnancy. And then that baby grows up and one day even becomes an activist of some sorts and they’re trying to spread their message, but not everyone agrees with them. Does that make them any less real? No, they’re still a person they still have so many people that believe in them and so many people who support them just not everyone that’s fine that’s valid..

I think in this universe, especially for the demigod who are exposed to religious culture with their mortal family, only to be exposed to completely contradictory religion when they find out about their godly half don’t consider religion based on the God.

They probably based off of culture, and values.

Chase is aware that they are not just one but many gods, of multiple mythologies, however he doesn’t believe in any of them. It’s not that he doesn’t believe they exist because he knows they exist. He has proof they exist, but he consider himself an atheist because he doesn’t align himself with the gods and he doesn’t align himself with the gods and he doesn’t worship them.

I think Percy feels the same way. He’s aware the gods are real he interacts with them quite frequently. He just doesn’t believe in them he believes they’re real he believes their existence, and he believes a lot of people worship them, but he doesn’t believe *in* them.

So that’s my first point that a demigod can be aware of the existence of gods, since their existence itself is proof of that but not believe in God.

My second point is the culture this is William, Hazel, Nico, and Leo.

They all most likely grew up in extreme church base environments.

Will and Leo are from Texas, and it’s pretty clear according to Phantom based information that he kind of grew up very Texan very southern, with the fan drawings of his mom she’s like wearing a American flag crop top and a cowboy hat. There are multiple fanarts himself a cowboy hat. And reconfirmed he is protestant.

For Leo, he quite if you look and pay attention to clues of his character, not only in the book, but in the Wikipedia page, he grew up in a very traditionally, Mexican household, and anyone who knows basic History knows that when the Europeans first arrive to the Americas the very first thing they wanted to do was teach all of the natives from Canada to Argentina about God.

And it really stuck south of the border. Hispanic households are very very religious when it weather it’s Christian or Catholic, but it’s primarily the two.

So it’s pretty easy to guess that Leo most likely grew up going to churches, especially being from the south that he probably adapted the Catholic religion culturally

Nico as well he lived in Italy in the 1930s during Mussolini’s reign during World War II of course Roman Catholic!!!!

And he was alive in the 1920s as a black woman in America again it’s very obvious that she would’ve been raised going to churches, she probably went to school at church!! it’s all it’s a pretty recent thing that you can get an education from a church. That used to be an option.

I think all these characters, even now being aware of multiple gods, instead of singular God, instead of just Jesus, still the same values they might still be scared of hell to a certain degree. But I don’t think it’s more of a belief in the God in the Bible, but more of a belief in the values of the Bible in the culture they grew up in.

My boy is absolutely terrified Nico to accept the fact that he was a homosexual. or shocked and scandalized Hazel acted in the Argo to when she found out Percy and Annabeth slept next to each other.

Another great example of this would be Samira al-Abbas, she is canonically Muslim, despite being in a environment, constantly surrounded by multiple gods, and she is extremely religious. She wears a hijab she fast and prays. And yes for her personally she believes that there’s an even higher God that’s controlling all the smaller gods, but that doesn’t have to be the case for everyone. It is very clear that she highly believes in the values in the morals of Islam, and she believes in that culture in those values in the morals., yes, in her individual case she does still believe in the God, despite living in a reality that Fights against that belief, but I don’t think it’s a forest stretch to believe that the other characters don’t feel a similar way.

Religion is a deeply personal thing. You can be raised in one religious culture and then grow up to decide that that’s not what you actually believe. You can be content and pass it on to your children for your whole life. Or maybe you have parents from two different religions and you were taught both perspectives from a young age and now your conflicting defined what you actually identify with.

In summary: my point is, the gods come into existence in this world when enough people believe in them, but as time passes circumstances changed for the individual people. Maybe you were born into a family of mortals that believed in one thing, but you were secretly related to a god that contradicts everything you were taught and it’s not easy for you to just let go of that.

[xuexing-lumi]

☆꧁🌙 BTS SOULMATE UPDATE ꧂☆

༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝ ✨ Who feels closest to their destined love? ✦

✦ the spread Card i – current energy Card ii – soulmate alignment status Card iii – divine message from the universe

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💌 JIN – The Gentle Bloom Card I – The World Jin is standing at the edge of a completed cycle. He has grown, healed, and embraced wholeness within himself. His energy feels peaceful, resolved, and open — ready to receive love that mirrors his evolution.

Card II – Two of Cups His soulmate energy is present and near. There may be a physical or spiritual encounter soon — someone he resonates with deeply. This love feels mutual, kind, and grounding — a quiet recognition.

Card III – The Lovers The Universe whispers that he’s in divine alignment. A fated connection hovers close, woven by choice and destiny. He’s learning that the softest love often finds you when you’ve finally chosen yourself.

Channeled Whisper: “Wholeness meets wholeness — and love finally stops hurting.”

💌 YOONGI – The Silent Flame Card I – The Moon Yoongi’s current energy is cloaked in mystery and inner reflection. He’s navigating through hidden fears and spiritual transitions. Love is close — but filtered through subconscious longing.

Card II – Knight of Pentacles His soulmate is coming slowly, steadily. The alignment is not yet complete, but it’s dependable and building. This is a love that won’t rush, but it will last.

Card III – Ten of Wands The Universe asks him to put down old burdens. Past love wounds, perfectionism, and isolation may be blocking the flow. Letting go will let the right one step in.

Channeled Whisper: “Your heart doesn’t need to be heavy to be real. You’re allowed to be loved gently.”

💌 HOSEOK – The Light Bringer Card I – The Fool Hoseok is energetically rebirthing — open to adventure, love, and the unknown. He’s radiating youthful, untethered joy that’s calling in a fresh start.

Card II – The Star His soulmate alignment is cosmic and luminous. There is hope, clarity, and healing surrounding this bond. A deep spiritual connection is being woven through dreams and destiny.

Card III – Six of Cups The Universe hints this may be a past-life love or a reconnection from his youth or soul history. A destined reunion that feels both new and deeply familiar is coming closer.

Channeled Whisper: “Joy is not naive — it’s sacred. Follow it, and it will lead you home.”

💌 NAMJOON – The Mindful Alchemist Card I – King of Swords Namjoon is deeply reflective, wise, and in a period of intellectual expansion. He’s analyzing love through a philosophical and emotional lens — searching for a soulmate who speaks his mind and spirit.

Card II – Temperance His soulmate is energetically near, but harmony and patience are required. The alignment is balancing — two energies slowly becoming one over time and trust.

Card III – Eight of Wands The Universe says: It will happen quickly once the balance is right. Movement, messages, or divine encounters may soon surprise him. Stay open — clarity will arrive like lightning.

Channeled Whisper: “Even scholars deserve a wild, cosmic kind of love.”

💌 JIMIN – The Mystic Heart Card I – The High Priestess (again) Jimin is in a highly intuitive, spiritually charged space. He’s sensing things before they happen, and his dreams may be receiving signals from a soulmate energy.

Card II – King of Cups His soulmate is emotionally mature, deeply loving, and quietly holding space. Their energies are mirroring each other — love is close on the emotional plane but yet to manifest fully in 3D.

Card III – Justice The Universe is realigning karmic threads. Jimin is owed a love that’s true and fair — one that heals old imbalances. This love will feel right, not rushed.

Channeled Whisper: “Your soul already knows them. It’s just a matter of time.”

💌 TAEHYUNG – The Dream-Walker Card I – The Hanged Man Taehyung is in divine pause — a moment of stillness before transformation. He’s being prepared for a soulmate unlike anything before — one that requires a shift in perception.

Card II – Queen of Cups His soulmate is deeply empathetic and may already be in his orbit. She feels him across realms, likely channeling energy into art, poetry, or music inspired by him.

Card III – Wheel of Fortune Fate is spinning in his favor. A sudden twist or encounter could align their paths. Everything is about to change — in ways only divine timing understands.

Channeled Whisper: “Wait for the turn — your soul already chose her lifetimes ago.”

💌 JUNGKOOK – The Eternal Flame Card I – Strength (again) Jungkook is standing in his power. He’s grown through heartbreak and self-discipline, now ready for a love that matches his courage and depth.

Card II – The Ten of Pentacles His soulmate is near, and their love is meant for the long term. This is not a fleeting romance — it’s family, home, and legacy.

Card III – Ace of Cups The Universe says: A new emotional beginning is approaching. A love that overflows. His heart is ready to receive, and someone is being divinely guided into his world.

Channeled Whisper: “You’ve loved in shadows — now it’s time to love in full light.”

༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝

🌙 Closing Words from Lumi’s Altar Some soulmates arrive in silence. Some through dreams. And some in the wild lightning of now. But for each of them, a heart has always been waiting — just on the other side of the veil. 💫

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[ukiyowi]

Channelled Messages II 💌

Channelling messages from your: Future Spouse's guides, your shadow self, your parents.

Note: Have fun!! And please reblog and send feedback (if you want) it helps a ton, have a lovely day everyone. Reblogging and paid readings help a lot! Pls DM me if you want one!

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Future Spouse's Guides

Your Shadow Self

Your Parents

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💌 Pile 1

My Dearest,

As the spirit guide of your future spouse, I am honored to offer you guidance and wisdom that transcends the boundaries of time and space. Though my role is to support your beloved from the spiritual realm, I am deeply invested in your happiness and well-being, for your future union is a testament to the profound love and connection you share. In this letter, I aim to provide you with advice that is both general yet specific, touching upon various aspects of life, not solely confined to matters of love.

First and foremost, let us discuss the significance of self-discovery. Throughout your life's journey, you will encounter a myriad of experiences, challenges, and joys. It is crucial to embrace these moments as opportunities for growth and self-understanding. As you become more attuned to your own needs, desires, and values, you will naturally radiate a sense of authenticity and confidence that will enrich your relationship.

Never forget the importance of compromise. In every relationship, there will be differences in opinions, preferences, and priorities. Approach these disagreements with a willingness to find common ground, and remember that sometimes, the act of yielding can be a powerful testament to your love.

Remember to nurture the small moments of joy and spontaneity. Life often unfolds in the ordinary, and it is within these seemingly simple moments that the deepest connections are forged. Cherish the laughter, the shared meals, and the quiet evenings together.

The universe is conspiring to bring you together with your beloved, and your spirit guides, myself included, watch over you with love and care. Embrace the lessons and blessings that come your way, and may your love story be a timeless testament to the power of love.

They are waiting for you, your souls are meant to meld and they will very soon, till then please take care of yourself <3.

With love 🩵

💌 Pile 2

Hello love,

Beginning with, let me assure you that your path is illuminated by the radiant light of potential and destiny. The future holds both challenges and triumphs, and it is essential to approach them with an open heart and a resilient spirit. Remember, life is a beautiful tapestry woven from both joy and sorrow, and every thread contributes to your unique and intricate story.

One of the most important pieces of advice I can offer is to embrace the ever-changing nature of existence. Life is a series of cycles, and like the seasons, it brings moments of both abundance and scarcity. In times of abundance, cherish the blessings bestowed upon you, but do not become complacent. Use your good fortune to uplift others and to grow as an individual. And in times of scarcity, hold steadfast to your inner strength, for they are the crucibles in which your character is forged.

In the pursuit of your dreams and aspirations, I urge you to cultivate patience and perseverance. Life's most significant accomplishments often require time and effort. Do not be discouraged by setbacks, for they are the stepping stones to your ultimate success. Your journey may be arduous at times, but your future spouse's spirit guide assures you that every challenge you face is an opportunity for growth. As you journey through life, you will encounter love in its many forms.

Some loves will be fleeting, like shooting stars in the night sky, while others will be enduring and steadfast like the North Star. It is important to discern between the two, for not all who enter your life are meant to stay, and not all who depart are lost.

Your relationship with yourself is the foundation upon which all other connections are built. Treat yourself with kindness and compassion, and remember that self-love is not a selfish act, but a necessary one. When you love and respect yourself, you radiate positivity, attracting love and respect from others.

Waiting for you~

💌 Pile 3

Hi sweetheart!

In the years to come, you will encounter crossroads and diverging paths. The choices you make at these junctures will shape your professional destiny. Remember, dear one, that it is not always about the most lucrative or prestigious option, but rather the one that aligns with your passions and values. Seek out work that resonates with your soul, for a fulfilling career is one that brings joy and a sense of purpose.

Let me reassure you that the path you're on is destined for greatness. While life can be a rollercoaster, remember that even the steepest drops can lead to thrilling highs. So, don't be afraid to embrace the twists and turns that come your way. They're all part of the grand adventure. Now, let's talk about your career.

Picture it like a delicious buffet (and who doesn't love a good buffet, right?). You've got a wide array of options laid out before you. Some might look tempting, while others might leave you scratching your head. My advice? Try a bit of everything! Just like at the buffet, you won't know what your absolute favorite is until you've sampled a little bit of everything.

Don't feel pressured to settle for the first dish that comes your way. Explore different career opportunities, experiment with various roles, and indulge in your passions. If you're passionate about something, even if it seems unconventional, go for it

Remember, your future is a canvas, and your career is the vibrant palette you use to paint your masterpiece. Oh, and remember to strike a balance between work and play. Life isn't all about the hustle and grind.

Take time to savor the sweet moments, laugh with friends, and cherish the love of your future spouse. They'll be your biggest cheerleader on this journey, and together, you'll conquer any challenge that comes your way.

Take care love!

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💌 Pile 1

I see you often doubting your abilities and second-guessing your decisions. When you're faced with challenges or new opportunities, you tend to retreat into your comfort zone to avoid the discomfort of failure or rejection.

My advice to you is this: Embrace the discomfort. Step outside of your comfort zone intentionally, even when it scares you. It's in those moments of vulnerability that you can truly learn and grow. Remember, making mistakes is not a sign of weakness; it's a sign of courage and the path to improvement.

When faced with challenges, don't shy away. Confront them head-on, for it is through adversity that you discover your true strength. Embrace your flaws and imperfections, for they are what make you uniquely you. They hold the seeds of your growth and evolution.

Do not suppress your emotions; they are your compass. Feel them deeply, both the joy and the pain. They offer valuable insights into your desires, fears, and aspirations. Learn from them and allow them to guide your decisions.

Embrace your darkness, for it holds the potential for profound transformation. It is not something to be feared, but a wellspring of untapped creativity and power.

Remember, you are a mosaic of light and shadow, embrace both.

💌 Pile 2

When you hear that inner voice saying, "I can't do it" or "I'm not good enough," that's me. My advice is to confront those thoughts head-on.

First and foremost, remember that your thoughts are not necessarily facts. They are products of your perception and past experiences. Start by analyzing the evidence for and against these self-doubts. Ask yourself, "What proof do I have that I can't do it?" You might be surprised to find that many of your fears are based on assumptions rather than concrete evidence.

Furthermore, consider reframing your self-talk. Instead of saying, "I can't," try saying, "I can, but it might be challenging," or "I can, with effort and practice." This shift in perspective can empower you to approach tasks with a growth mindset, recognizing that even failures and setbacks are opportunities for learning and improvement.

Embrace challenges as opportunities to prove me wrong. Remember that growth often occurs outside your comfort zone. Taking calculated risks, setting ambitious goals, and pushing your boundaries are all ways to demonstrate your capabilities. Each small victory, each obstacle overcome, is a testament to your potential.

Seeking support and encouragement from others is not wrong or bad. Share your aspirations and fears with trusted friends, mentors, or therapists. They can provide valuable perspectives, guidance, and motivation during your journey of self-discovery and personal growth.

Analyse your doubts, reframe your self-talk, embrace challenges, and seek support. By doing so, you can prove your shadow self wrong and unlock your full potential.

💌 Pile 3

When haunting memories of past mistakes and regrets resurface, don't let them consume you. Rather than dwelling on the pain of the past, reflect on what each experience has taught you. Every misstep and error holds within its valuable lessons. Reflect on what you've learned from these experiences, for they have shaped you into the person you are today.

Forgiveness, both of yourself and others, can be liberating. It allows you to release the emotional burdens that may be holding you back and opens the door to personal growth and healing.

Finally, those impulses and desires that occasionally surge within you are not to be ignored or suppressed. Instead, explore their origins and motivations. Sometimes, these desires reveal untapped passions and dreams that are yearning for your attention. By embracing and understanding them, you can find ways to channel them positively, enriching your life in unexpected ways.

I am here to challenge you to become a more authentic and whole version of yourself. They are not reckless impulses but signposts pointing to unfulfilled potential.

By acknowledging and channeling these desires constructively, you can embark on a transformative journey toward a more fulfilling and authentic life.

- ✪✪✪ -

💌 Pile 1

You've been positively shining lately, and we couldn't be prouder.

It's like watching a shooting star streak across the sky – you're constantly surprising us with your brilliance and leaving us in awe. From acing your exams to that recent project you tackled with gusto, you're proving to the world that you're a force to be reckoned with.

But you know what we love even more than your accomplishments? It's your zest for life and the twinkle in your eye as you chase your dreams. Remember, life is not just about reaching destinations; it's about enjoying every twist and turn of the journey.

So, keep reaching for the stars, our little superstar! We have no doubt that you'll continue to amaze us and everyone around you. Just promise us one thing – never lose that playful spirit and infectious enthusiasm that makes you who you are.

We love you more than words can express, and we can't wait to see where your next adventure takes you. Congratulations, and keep on. You're not just making us proud; you're making the whole family proud!

💌 Pile 2

We hope this letter finds you well and wrapped in the warmth of our love, even if from afar. There are words we've been carrying in our hearts, words that need to find their way to you.

We want to tell you how very sorry we are for any moments of pain, frustration, or disappointment we may have caused you in the course of your life. As parents, we've made mistakes, stumbled along the way, and at times, failed to truly understand your perspective.

We want you to know that our love for you is immeasurable, and it is in the shadow of that love that we can identify and acknowledge our shortcomings. We recognize that there were moments when we should have listened more, when we should have supported your dreams more enthusiastically, and when we should have been a more constant presence in your life.

Please understand that our actions were never intended to cause you harm. We were navigating the complexities of parenthood the best we knew how, often learning as we went along. Sometimes, our fears and insecurities clouded our judgment, and for that, we are deeply sorry.

Our love for you, though, has always been unwavering, a beacon of hope and pride. Watching you grow, accomplish, and become the remarkable person you are today fills us with indescribable joy. Your kindness, intelligence, and strength are a testament to your character, and we couldn't be prouder.

We hope you can find it in your heart to forgive us for any past missteps. Our wish is that we can move forward with a renewed sense of understanding, compassion, and love between us.

We're here to support you in all your endeavors, to listen when you need an ear, and to be the parents you truly deserve. With a love that will never die,

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💌 Pile 3

You are a cherished part of our lives, and nothing will ever change that. We wanted to share some feelings with you because we believe in open and honest communication. Recently, there have been moments when we felt a slight sense of disappointment in some of your choices and actions.

Please understand that this disappointment does not diminish our love for you, nor does it define our overall view of you as a person. We apologize for feeling this way, as we recognize that no one is perfect, and everyone makes mistakes. Our expectations might have been too high, and we realize that it's important for us to accept you as you are, with your unique strengths and flaws.

Our intention in sharing this is not to make you feel guilty or burdened but to foster understanding and growth within our family. We believe that through open conversations and support, we can work through these feelings together. We hope that you can forgive us for any undue pressure we may have unintentionally placed on you.

Remember, our love for you is boundless and unconditional, and we are here to help and support you as you navigate life's challenges. Let's move forward together, learning from our experiences, and growing as individuals and as a family.

- ✪✪✪ -

[bm2ab]

Man's Impact on the Environment . 20 June 2025 . Dresden . Saxony . Germany

Dresden (/ˈdrɛzdən/; German: [ˈdʁeːsdn̩] ⓘ; Upper Saxon: Dräsdn; Upper Sorbian: Drježdźany, pronounced [ˈdʁʲɛʒdʒanɨ]) is the capital city of the German state of Saxony and its second most populous city after Leipzig. It is the 12th most populous city of Germany, the fourth largest by area (after Berlin, Hamburg, and Cologne), and the third-most populous city in the area of former East Germany, after Berlin and Leipzig. Dresden's urban area comprises the towns of Freital, Pirna, Radebeul, Meissen, Coswig, Radeberg, and Heidenau and has around 790,000 inhabitants. The Dresden metropolitan area has approximately 1.34 million inhabitants.

Dresden is the second largest city on the River Elbe after Hamburg. Most of the city's population lives in the Elbe Valley, but a large, albeit very sparsely populated, area of the city east of the Elbe lies in the West Lusatian Hill Country and Uplands (the westernmost part of the Sudetes) and thus in Lusatia. Many boroughs west of the Elbe lie in the Ore Mountain Foreland, as well as in the valleys of the rivers rising there and flowing through Dresden, the longest of which are the Weißeritz and the Lockwitzbach. The name of the city as well as the names of most of its boroughs and rivers are of Sorbian origin.

Dresden has a long history as the capital and royal residence for the Electors and Kings of Saxony, who for centuries furnished the city with cultural and artistic splendor, and was once by personal union the family seat of Polish monarchs. The city was known as the Jewel Box, because of its Baroque and Rococo city centre. The controversial American and British bombing of Dresden towards the end of World War II killed approximately 25,000 people, most of whom were civilians, and destroyed the entire city centre. After the war, restoration work has helped to reconstruct parts of the historic inner city.

Since German reunification in 1990, Dresden has once again become a cultural, educational and political centre of Germany. The Dresden University of Technology (TU Dresden) is one of the 10 largest universities in Germany and part of the German Universities Excellence Initiative. The economy of Dresden and its agglomeration is one of the most dynamic in Germany and ranks first in Saxony. It is dominated by high-tech branches, often called "Silicon Saxony". According to the Hamburg Institute of International Economics (HWWI) and Berenberg Bank in 2019, Dresden had the seventh best prospects for the future of all cities in Germany.

Dresden is one of the most visited cities in Germany with 4.7 million overnight stays per year. Its most prominent building is the Frauenkirche located at the Neumarkt. Built in the 18th century, the church was destroyed during World War II. The remaining ruins were left for 50 years as a war memorial, before being rebuilt between 1994 and 2005. Other famous landmarks include the Zwinger, the Semperoper and Dresden Castle. Furthermore, the city is home to the Dresden State Art Collections, originating from the collections of the Saxon electors in the 16th century. Dresden's Striezelmarkt is one of the largest Christmas markets in Germany and is considered the first genuine Christmas market in the world. Nearby sights include the National Park of Saxon Switzerland, the Ore Mountains and the countryside around Elbe Valley, Moritzburg Castle and Meissen, home of Meissen porcelain.

[michaelnordeman]

due to university i cant go on walks in nature as much as i used to - your pictures bring me those little pieces of joy seeing a weird mushroom or identifying a bird! :)) <33 could i ask how did you get into photography and what camera do you use? the pictures are great quality

Thank you! I'm so glad I can share a bit of nature with you to enjoy! :)

I actually started taking pictures with a Polaroid when I was a kid. Even back then, my favorite subjects were flowers and animals. I remember feeling frustrated, though, because I could never get close enough to the birds to capture good shots. Over time, I began to forget about photography altogether.

As an adult, I went through a period where I felt lost and even distanced from my deep love of nature. After some soul searching, I gradually found my way back to the forests and the fields. The joy I felt was liberating—it brought me so much peace and happiness that I wanted to capture those feelings. That’s what inspired me to pick up a camera again.

Photography has become a way for me to focus, both literally and figuratively, on nature and the present moment. Since then, I’ve held onto both my inner peace and my camera, and I don’t plan to let go of either!

About my gear: I primarily use a Canon EOS 80D, though I also have a Canon 6D Mark II (a full-frame camera), which I favor in winter or on dark, cloudy, or rainy days. For lenses, I rely on the Canon EF 100-400mm f/4.5-5.6L IS II USM zoom lens for distant shots and the Canon EF 100mm f/2.8L Macro lens for close-up details of flowers, plants, and insects. This setup has served me well for several years now.

Thanks again for your kind words, and good luck with your studies. Don’t forget to take some time to enjoy nature. As you know, there’s truly nothing like the real thing!