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thelastspeecher · 5 months ago

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Ford Gets Purposefully Abducted

The title is a reference to the ficlet I posted a while back for my Accidental Abduction AU, which was titled "Stan Gets Accidentally Abducted". This is the I'm sure long-awaited story of how Ford was abducted by aliens in my Purposeful Abduction AU. As told to Stan, who is still recovering from being captured by and then escaping alien poachers.

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Ford helped Stan through the front door. Stan would have tried to make it under his own steam, but he'd learned from trying that in the past that doing so after physical therapy sessions only ended with him collapsing to the floor.

"Do you need heat or ice?" Ford asked once Stan was settled in his favorite armchair in the living room. Stan shook his head.

"They cooked and froze me after they were done with me."

"Good." Ford cleared his throat. "I spoke with your physical therapist. She's very pleased with your progress."

"That lady's a drill sergeant," Stan muttered. Ford rolled his eyes, amused. "Did she say how much longer she plans on torturing me?"

"Ah, well..." Ford sat on the nearby couch, pushing aside some of his son Proteus's toys to make room. "Healing is different for everybody. Right now, she doesn't know. But the road for your recovery is going to be quite long. Months at least. Likely over a year, if you want to be able to get back to, say, boxing."

"Great."

"I will say that you are recovering far faster than anyone expected. Even faster than I thought you would."

"I'm a Pines. I'm supposed to get back up after I get hit with an uppercut." Stan sighed. "Speaking of, do they even have boxing on this planet?"

"Not that I know of."

"Look, I know you hated boxing lessons when we were kids, but you didn't need to go to a whole other planet to get out of them," Stan joked. Ford cracked a smile. The tension between the two of them was still thick at times, but after a few weeks of Stan staying with Ford, they were both beginning to thaw.

"I assure you, I came to this planet for a very different reason," Ford said, his tone amused. Stan straightened.

"Are you gonna finally tell me how you got here?" he asked. Ford blinked.

"I haven't told you yet?"

"No!"

"And Fiddleford hasn't told you?"

"No!"

"Ah." Ford adjusted his glasses. "Work has been rather frantic of late. I suppose it slipped my mind that you had not been told." He fell silent, seemingly lost in thought.

"So?" Stan prompted impatiently. "How'd you wind up a doctor on an alien planet?" Ford smiled.

"I think you'll enjoy this story. It all started when I went to do research in Oregon after college, in a little town called Gravity Falls. I was focusing on studying anomalies, things that couldn't be explained by typical science. I was in the woods one day, tracking such an anomaly. However, I failed to keep a safe distance. It noticed my presence and turned, charging at me. Then..." Ford trailed off.

"Then?" Stan asked. Ford's smile broadened.

"Then, I was somewhere else entirely."

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Ford kept his eyes screwed shut, waiting for the blow, for the teeth and claws that had been charging for him. But nothing happened.

"Is it-"

"I think it is a 'he'."

"Is he broken?"

Ford opened his eyes. His jaw dropped. Standing before him were the owners of the voices that had just spoken: unnaturally tall and colorful humanoid aliens. Aliens! Excitement quickly replaced his fear. One seemed to be female, with cobalt skin and long, magenta hair tied in an extravagant braid. The other appeared male, with the same color skin but a navy blue ponytail. Both stared at him with wide, nervous eyes, their irises like molten silver.

They look similar enough to be related, but I don't know if their species has differences between individuals that I cannot perceive. The blue alien cautiously approached Ford.

"Hello," it said hesitantly.

"Hello!" Ford burst out immediately. The alien took a step back in shock. "Am I aboard your ship?"

"Uh, yes."

"Fascinating!"

"You seem less...frightened than we expected," the pink alien said. It had a higher voice, fitting its feminine appearance. "Your species has not made contact with other planets yet. We thought this would make you afraid of us."

"You beamed up quite possibly the only person on Earth who would be pleased by this turn of events," Ford said. The aliens shared a wary, discomforted look. "Well, other than the large-haired man on the Used to Be About History Channel."

"You are...pleased?" asked the blue alien. Ford nodded. He looked around the room, soaking in the sights he had previously only witnessed on Star Trek. The large room was glowing faintly with light from a source Ford couldn’t ascertain. The blue alien retreated, joining the pink one behind a console table with holographic screens floating above it. Ford took a step off the raised circle in the center of the room that he had been standing on. The aliens’ faces flooded with panic.

“No need to get closer!” the pink alien said urgently. Ford nodded absentmindedly. He walked around the perimeter of the raised circle, a smile tugging up the corners of his mouth.

I’m in a real-life transporter room! Just behind the aliens was an open doorway. The height of the arch was at least eight feet. These aliens are very tall, but they look to be roughly six and a half feet. Not even close to the height of the doorway. Perhaps they are short for their species. Or perhaps the doorways of their culture allow for extra clearance. Whatever the answer, Ford was yearning to walk through the door and explore the rest of the ship. I wonder if it resembles the Enterprise. Or perhaps the TARDIS. Or even the Millennium Falcon!

“Um, please, stand on the teleporting pad,” the pink alien said.

“Why?” Ford asked.

“So we can send you back home,” the blue alien said. Ford stared at them.

“But…you abducted me. Are you not bringing me to your planet?” he asked.

“We did not intend to abduct you,” the blue alien said firmly. “Merely rescue you.”

�� “What do you mean?”

“We came to this planet to visit our older brother,” the pink alien said. “We saw that you were about to be harmed, so we brought you onto our ship to protect you.”

“Why would you care about some random human?” Ford asked. The aliens’ eyes grew wide, almost as though they let slip something they weren’t supposed to.

“Why not?” the blue alien said after a moment. “Is not every life valuable?”

“True enough,” Ford said with a nod. He looked at the teleporting pad, then back at the aliens. “I want to stay.”

“What?!” the aliens yelped.

“Let me come with you to your planet,” Ford begged. “This is everything I’ve dreamed of!”

“That would be a very bad idea,” the blue alien said. “No, it is best for you to stay on your home planet, with your people.” Ford scowled.

Time to change tactics, I suppose.

“Fine,” he sighed. The aliens’ shoulders relaxed. “I’ll have to call the man from the Used to Be About History Channel after you return me.” The aliens’ shoulders tensed again.

“W-why?” the pink alien asked.

“To tell him everything about my experience, of course!”

“You cannot do that!” the blue alien said frantically. “Your species has not made contact-”

“This certainly seems like a form of contact to me,” Ford said with a shrug. The aliens looked at each other. The pink one pulled the blue one to the side. They had a hushed conversation in a strange language that seemed to be composed of screeches and creaking noises.

They must have turned off whatever translating device they were using to communicate with me. Ford occupied himself by continuing to examine his surroundings. After a few minutes, the aliens came back.

“Very well,” the pink alien said in a tight voice. “You may come with us to our home planet.”

Ford grinned.

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“Wait,” Stan said suddenly. Ford looked at him. “No one on Earth would’ve believed you if you told them you were abducted.”

“Correct.”

“So you lied to get what you wanted?” Stan asked. He chuckled. “I guess we really are twins.”

“I didn’t outright lie,” Ford argued. He looked away. “I just…allowed them to come to an incorrect conclusion.”

“Uh-huh. And when did they figure out you manipulated them?”

“After we arrived at this planet. Their mother is half-human and knows enough about Earth to recognize my bluff for what it was,” Ford said. “It made for an awkward few days while I stayed with them.” Stan raised an eyebrow.

“They still let you stay with them?”

“They’re rather forgiving,” Ford said with a shrug. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “It helped that Angie’s twin brother, as it was the two of them who rescued me via abduction, pointed out that Angie would have done the same thing I did.”

“She’s a manipulator, eh?” Stan nodded slowly. “Feisty. I like that in a woman.”

“Stanley, do not try your moves on my sister-in-law,” Ford said, his previous light mood gone. “My married sister-in-law, need I remind you.”

“Not for long,” Stan said under his breath. Ford narrowed his eyes. “You know that marriage isn’t gonna last.”

“It’s not my place to comment on that. It certainly isn’t yours,” Ford said firmly. He got up. “You should go to your room to rest. Fiddleford will be bringing the children home soon.”

“Wh- but you didn’t finish telling me everything,” Stan protested. “You told me how you got here, but not how you became an alien doctor.” Ford managed a small smile.

“I’ll save that story for another time.”

“Fine,” Stan sighed. Wobbling, he got up from the armchair. Using his cane, he hobbled out of the living room, down the hall, and into the guest room he was staying in. He collapsed on the bed and stared up at the ceiling.

Moses, that sister-in-law of his is a helluva woman. I want to shoot my shot with her so bad it hurts. But even if Angie does get a divorce soon, she won’t want me. Not when I’m like this. Stan closed his eyes. Someday I’ll nab a date with her. Or some other tall alien dame. Stan began to drift off to sleep. Someday.

#Gravity Falls #Stanford Pines #Stanley Pines #Purposeful Abduction AU #Gravity Falls AU #McGucket Family #ficlet #my writing #my stuff #speecher speaks

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bekandrew · 1 year ago

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Hi again

It's time for a new pinned post. I'm Bek Andrew Evans (he/they). I'm a freelance TTRPG and LARP writer, illustrator, graphic designer, and as of today - podcaster. Here's the first episode of my Deviant: the Renegades story podcast:

If you don't use Spotify, it's available on most platforms. I'm a transmasc queer disabled guy from the Deep South(TM), US. I like making horror art and writing in particular, a lot of it inspired from life experiences.

My traditionally published titles include M20: Sorcerer and Proteus Novas Compendium for Trinity Continuum: Aberrant. Community Content:

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soraka-in-warhammer40k · 10 months ago

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Space Goat List Design (temp title)

Today's topic: Deathwatch

Alright, due to popular demand let's try and do this

@strumwulf , @trat-yrrebeulb, @saintnuke-ac, I hope this sort of post is what you expected, and if anyone wants me to cover a specifc supposedly "bad" faction, just drop an ask into my inbox.

Todays's topic is the Deathwatch. As by a Metawatch article from three weeks ago sitting at the very bottom of the roster with a miserable 42% winrate, right there with Admech. In this post I'll put together a list that definetly will pack a punch on the table and definetly perform better than 42%.

Let's see what we are working with first. Our Army Rule is "Oath of Moment" - essentially "each round pick a target, go fuck them up with full hit rerolls". The detachment rule is 3 tactics to pick for a round, which is Sustained Hits 1, Lethal Hits, or Precision on a 6. All in all pretty simple, just fire up whatever is needed. Nothing here gives us specific instructions on list construction, so let's look at the Stratagems:

Aside from Armor of Contempt, each of those targets either ONE regular unit or TWO killteams. Adaptive Tactics is fairly lame as well, so we will spend our command points mostly on a) teleport 2 killteams around with Teleportarium and b) turn on one of the Rounds-Boost depending on the situation, either Hellfire or Kraken.

That gives us the first order to be effective: slap two Killteams in there, and we can effect the most points (and firepower) with this by using Proteus Killteams. Two big units are priced 360p each, which gives us a neat 720p core to work around. There's just a problem with that: those boys will never hold objectives. Ideally you always have them placed at max range, have them blast away, and then jump back up.

So what DOES actualy hold the objectives for us? For the homefield that is fairly simple: 5 man Infiltrator Squad. Their 12'' deepstrike denial shuts down so much possible enemy nonsense, making their inclusion for the homefield a no-brainer. We are now at 820p with that.

But what about other objectives? In general Space Marines are not good at holding objectives unless they throw a Terminator Brick on something. Their units are too pricy to be relegated for holding duty most of the time. Luckily, we don't have to be good if we can just grab the enemy homefield instead. Usually that's not easy for the faction, but among the exclusive Deathwatch units there is an Aircraft Transport: the Corvus Blackstar.

And would you look at that, it can transport EVERYTHING.

So what is the most annoying, hardest-to-remove, packs-a-punch unit we can send right on its way to the enemy homefield? Centurion Devastators of course! A squad of 3 with Grav Cannons should be able to deal with any big stuff the Blackstar's Hurricane Bolters can't shred - and would you look at that, they even get full rerolls when shooting a target on a marker. But wait, there's more! We still got three unit slots left on our party cruiser! It's a bit cramped, but we can still fit a unit of Eliminators in there! Very useful if the marker is full of units and you can't directly disembark on it: they can move after shooting, so you still got a shot of scoring the objective after blasting the enemy off it.

Adding that all together with what we already have that puts us at 1260p, and oh dear, we don't have any characters yet!

Remember the pitiful 5 man infiltrator squad we left to defend our base? Those people will just get shredded away by any sort of serious indirect fire, or especially ballsy deepstrikers, and then our primary scoring takes a nosedive. Turns out for just 70p you can eliminate that risk entirely: a Librarian in Phobos Armor gives essentially the entire unit Lone Operative. Since the enemy cannot deepstrike within that range due to the unit's ability, that means they are now ultra-safe. With the homefield now at maximal security, we are now at 1330p.

So what to do with the remaining points? Well, the Proteus Killteam does have a mirror: the Fortis Killteam. While the first gets a bonus for aiming at targets above half strenght, they get a bonus for hitting units below that. There's just one problem: they don't have deepstrike and out other Killteams are clogging up the Teleportarium. So we add a regular Apothecary with the Beacon Angelis enhancement to a squad of 10. Just in case those Plasma Boys blow themselves up, we now got a medic on standby.

Adding that to what we have puts us at 1640p. To make the most out of this, let's add a Watch Master and 5 Deathwatch Veterans - they are just there to carry the following Enhancement:

This levels up Oath of Moment to its old glory, AND gives you an extra use. Meanwhile the special weapons on the Veterans can pack quite the punch as well, even when they are just a small unit. The "makes stratagems more expensive" skill is also neat.

Overall: 1920 points by now.

What we do with the last 95 points is completly up to preference. I just threw a Callidus Assassin in there for scoring purposes, and that fits thematically with the Proteus Teams jumping around.

TO CONCLUDE OUR LIST CONSISTS OF:

Librarian in Phobos Armor

Apothecary (Beacon Angelis)

Watch Master - Warlord (Tome of Ectoclades)

Deathwatch Veterans (5 models)

Centurion Devastator Squad (3 models)

Corvus Blackstar

Eliminator Squad

Fortis Killteam (10 models)

Infiltrator Squad (5 models)

Proteus Killteam (10 models)

Imperial Agents: Callidus Assassin

With a total of 1995 points. Weapon options are to be taken as common sense dictates (= no Frag Cannons on the Proteus, Fortis goes full Plasma, high damage weaponry on the Blackstar).

Notes on playing this list:

The most interesting part about this: the list has an extreme advantage when going second. Not only can you start deepstriking on the first turn with your Teleportarium, you can also RAPID INGRESS THE CORVUS BLACKSTAR in the enemy T2, meaning for your T2 you can already zip over to their homefield. The list is not ideal for secondary scoring (you will most certainly not even consider Investigating Signals with just the Callidus), but it does not have to be, for your focus is to ruin the enemy primary scoring by directly putting their homefield into your focus. And hey, "Capture Enemy Outpost" is 8 points, so having your Centurions parked there at the first chance you get definetly will also score a bit.

Your biggest worry is running out of command points for you have no generator in your list but that is something one can play around. The operating procedure should be fairly obvious: mark Oath of Moment Target -> let the Proteus Killteams blast them off the table. Eventually strike in the Fortis Team for cleanup duty. Meanwhile the Blackstar with its cargo has its own gameplan mostly independent from that.

The biggest issue for this list in a competititve setting is time, for your goal is to win the primary game in the long run. I recommend unit trays for the Proteus Killteams so taking them off the board and putting them back down is easy.

Last fun bit: I am not sure how this works on the rules specifically, but in this list you would have TWO instances of "make a enemy battle tactic stratagem worse". Of course that means you target their best + Command Reroll, but I am not sure if you can stack them. Putting Command Reroll at a 3CP cost sounds hillarious tho...

#warhammer 40k #wh40k #competitive warhammer #deathwatch #Space Goat List Design #competitive 40k #this was fun to write if I should do another one just tell me

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wacktroid · 10 days ago

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Hellooooo ^.^ some asks:

- Favorite 2d title?

- Favorite Ridley design? (hehehe)

- Least favorite NPC?

Also Ridleyroth is a top tier crackship I love it

- fav 2d game im torn between super and dread💔 dread is peak and is the only metroid game I've actually beat so😢 and I love super bc it's narratively such an important point in the timeline and its visual storytelling is great!

- this one is tough bc i love so many ridley designs💔 I can't just pick one so I'm gonna list the designs I like the most🤑

ssbu ridley: this one is just peak whenever I envision ridley in my head 90% of the time I think of this design

proteus ridley: not in game but his art i just think it's so peak??? Like you can argue it's just meta ridley but like the one fully cybernetic leg and arm?? That's so awesome what

ridley in the zero mission manga: I'm just biased bc manga ridley is my favorite ridley in gen but i love how expressive he is. I just rlly love the manga it's one of the few times they let ridley ACTUALLY be a character

little birdie: he's so cute idc literally the only thing I genuinely like in other m. my goat🙏

- least fav npc ik this is more than one but tbh all of platoon 7 in other m (besides adam, Anthony, and the deleter, since I can actually talk abt them more than 5 seconds😒) they're just? Such nothing characters like they just all die off and it doesn't rlly matter imo. I don't think KG? I think that's his name... has like ANY LINES😭 like that's so bad

TYSM FOR THE ASKS!! feel free to ask for more i love talking abt metroid🤑 also ty ridleyroth is peak and i hope more ppl see that

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lostpeace · 1 year ago

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So I made a shitty flowchart of all the deity conflations in the Orphic Hymns that I could find/remember, just to show how crazy the Orphic Mysteries were about fusing deities. This is probably not nearly complete TBH, but it's a start. notes below the cut.

-Source is Apostolos Athanassakis' translation.

-The dotted lines are conflations that seem more uncertain than the others (Proteus-Phanes in particular seems too bizarre even for a mystery cult like this and the source I'm using doesn't elaborate on it.)

-I didn't count two deities simply sharing a title other than their primary name as conflation, since that's already standard in ancient Greek religion.

-I used a small ammount of sources other than the Orphic Hymns for this translation, but this is not even close to being a full representation of all the conflations in Orphism we've come across. Please don't ask me to do a flowchart of all of those or I'll die instantly.

-You may notice Hades' absence. This is because he has no conflations here AFAIK unless you want to count him sharing the title of Eubuleus with other deities. There is evidence of conflation with Dionysus elsewhere, but not here.

-Please don't take this as some serious source, I'm just a hobbyist who did this for fun.

#greek mythology #orphic mysteries #orphism #persephone #dionysus #orphic dionysus #dionysus zagreus

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coulsons-fullmetal-cellist · 2 years ago

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The Audition

(Dieter x horror loving female)

Words: 1, 505

Summary: Dieter has to audition for a role and then everything seems to go wrong for him, a character from this story makes a reappearance so check out that story first and this is a reference to a later story but I retroactively changed the film title because coming up with fake film titles is hard

Warnings: some swearing, Dieter gets sad and insecure about himself, drunkenness, vomiting

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Dieter dreaded auditions. Even an award-winning actor such as himself still had to put themselves through the ordeal of an audition. He was auditioning for the part of Captain Proteus in the much-anticipated Ocean of the Cosmos; the once thought hard to adapt comic book was finally getting its film adaptation. The last blockbuster film he did was Cliff Beasts 6 and that nearly killed both his career and him. He was reluctant about this one, but his agent told him he’d be good for the part, although he probably told that to all his clients, and he had to do more films that brought in the money. He couldn’t be an indie darling for the rest of his acting life.

He had been practicing his lines with you and he felt confident enough and you wanted to go out for a little celebration afterwards no matter what the outcome as it could distract him from his building nerves. But as soon as he stood in the waiting room, all confidence was fading away. He recognised the lines coming from the closed doors of the audition room. Everyone before him seemed to be yelling the part where Captain Proteus was telling Princess Thalassa that they could never be together no matter how much they loved each other, a bit like Casablanca but in space. And then who came out of the audition room but Jagar Aldritch.

“Oh hey Deets, you’re auditioning for this?” Dieter sensed the smugness, “They said I was great but, good luck.” Now all confidence had left him. He tried to remember how to breathe and pictured your face, calming himself. He got to the part everyone else would say with a mean tone to it, but it never felt right to him, he’d never yell at the person he was in love with.

“Our love will never become a reality, you’re a princess and I’m just the captain of this ship. They’ll never create a constellation of our story; we simply weren’t meant to be written in the stars.”

He couldn’t remember the audition much afterwards apart from the casting director saying, “That was certainly different, thanks for coming in, we’ll call you.” That spelled certain failure for Dieter. He walked out of the audition room feeling defeated but tried to focus on the little celebration you had planned. He looked forward to seeing your smiling face but what he saw was worse.

*****

“Fancy seeing you here.”

You looked up from your book to find the familiar face of Jagar Aldritch. You were surprised he remembered you after working on Hyde Away with Dr. J. Most actors you worked with barely gave you a second glance, let alone remember your name. Dieter was the happy exception and you planned to take him to a new dessert place once his audition was done.

“Um, hi.”

He gestured towards your book, “Oh Frankenstein, all about man creating man.”

“I know, I read it every year.”

“Frankenstein makes a great monster.”

“Yes, Victor Frankenstein did create a creature, but he was more an unfortunate abandoned soul.”

Jagar seemed bewildered by your statement, “Well it just proves that doctors are crazy. So what are you doing here?”

“Victor Frankenstein never actually graduated from university, everyone always forgets that part, but I’m waiting for my boyfriend.” You emphasised the word boyfriend but it seemed to slip through this mans smug filled head.

“That’s nice, you may be looking at the face of the new Captain Proteus. We should go out and celebrate.”

“Well I’m going to celebrate with my boyfriend Dieter who I’m waiting for.”

Your statement was followed by the sight of Dieter who seemed to be lost in his own fog storming away from where you were and outside, leaving you in confused oblivion.

“Guess you just became available.”

You left him with a disgusted look on your face as you rushed off to find your boyfriend.

*****

He wasn’t answering his phone and now you wished you had put a tracker app on Dieter’s phone, he’d run off somewhere and you must have driven all around the city to find him. You had returned home to hope that he would homing pigeon his way back, but it was getting dark soon and you were worried. After what seemed like hours, you heard a knock at the door, and you almost ran to answer. Dieter stumbled in as if he was leaning against the door, clinging tightly to the half empty bottle of vodka.

“Honey cakes! What are you doing here?”

“This is my place.”

The smile on his face bordered on the happy and crazy, “Oh, it is! That’s amazing!”

“Dieter, where were you?”

“I really wanted to get drunk so went to find alcohol. But then my driver went missing.”

“He dropped you off, so I’d take you out to celebrate after remember?”

“Oh,” he took a sip, “Then I asked how to get here, and this thing kept talking to me.” He pulled out his phone and looked at it with childlike fascination.

“You got directions from your phone?”

“I did? That’s amazing, everyone should have this!”

“Dieter, what happened at the audition?”

“I screwed up, like I screw up at everything.” He was swaying like he was a boat in a storm and turning a very particular shade of green. You rushed him to the bathroom where he almost immediately started retching over the toilet.

“Hold my hair!” There wasn’t much to hold but running your fingers through his hair managed to satisfy him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m such a screw up.”

You rubbed his back, “You’re not.”

“I am!” He crawled away from your touch and curled himself up in the small bathtub. “You shouldn’t be with a screw up. You deserve someone like that Jagar, not me.” The last words were whimpered out as tears were falling, he whipped them away and he soon drifted off into a sad slumber.

*****

In the morning, you drew back the shower curtain as sometime during the night, Dieter tried to drape it around himself like a blanket but failed. You handed your just woken boyfriend a glass of water which he gulped down.

“I can only apologise for my behaviour last night. I completely understand if you never want to see me again.”

“Now why would I do a silly thing like that?”

His guilty look turned to one of confusion as you managed to sit on the edge of the bathtub. “You haven’t told me what happened at the audition.”

Dieter sighed, “I was the last to audition so already that was bad, and fucking Aldritch had to be before me and obviously he was amazing. Then the casting people told me that what I did was different from everyone else. Then when I saw that fuckwit flirting with you, that made everything cave in on me because of course he’s going to get the part so why can’t he get you because I’m just a fucking loser.”

“You’re not a loser, you’re a way better man than Jagar.” Dieter tried to shrug this off, but you stopped him, “You’re the only man I’ve ever felt comfortable around. Even drunk, I wasn’t scared of you.”

“Oh.”

“Jagar tried to flirt with me even though I told him I was waiting for my boyfriend. Also, he tried to mansplain Frankenstein to me.”

“What a dick.” You couldn’t help but chuckle, “I can’t help it sometimes. It’s like you’re Miss Bianca waiting to be swept away by Jake and I’ll be left the loser like Bernard.”

“Hey, don’t diss Bernard, he’s got amazing qualities. Why else do you think Miss Bianca loves him?”

“Damn, you’re sexy smart.”

“I know, you tell me often enough. Now I’m going to make you breakfast because you need food in you,” he was about to shrug this off, “And because I want to.” You left him with a his on his cheek, a smile ghosting on his face.

He eventually joined you in your tiny kitchen and sat down at your tiny kitchen table. His phone rang just as you were plating up. He mumbled an apology and moved out the room. A few minutes later he returned with a look of confusion on his face.

“Uh, that was my agent. The casting people showed my audition to the director, and they really liked my take on the character. I’m to meet with everyone this afternoon just to formalise everything but, I’ve got the job.” He said that last part like it was a question and he stared at his phone, still unsure of what he had just heard.

You however, sprang up and hugged him in the excitement. “That’s amazing!”

“Yeah it is,” he was still dazed.

“I guess you doing something different was a good thing.”

“They said it was the romantic scenes that sold them.”

“It was?”

“Well when I did them, I was imagining I was talking to you.”

Films referenced: The Rescuers Down Under (1990)

Books referenced: Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

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drlamp-and-other-polyships · 2 years ago

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Just rewatched Sinbad : Legend of the seven seas and remembered I shipped Sinbad, Proteus and Marina so bad. I headcanon that Sinbad and Marina just keep coming back to Syracus every month or so to check on their prince of a boyfriend. And when they eventually retire from sailing and adventures, Proteus kinda just orders them to stay at the palace. They don't have titles or anything and nobody is really sure why they get to just live there for free, except for the maids who heard them through the bedroom door.

#sinbad legend of the seven seas #sinbad x proteus x marina #headcanon

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thatcheeseycandle · 9 months ago

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//YOU LOT KNOW WHTA TIME IT IS ITS REACTION TIME

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE ENTIRETY OF IPOS CHP. 34 BTW!!

(THIS IS A FULL READING OF THE CHAOTER, BUT I DONT EXACTLY WRITE DOWN EVERY SINGLE REACTION I HAVE TO STUFF UNFORTUNATELY)

Okay OKAY AIGHT LOVE THE TITLE CARD AND TITLE ITSELF

Wait WAIT OLIVIA TECIEVES WHAT NOW???????

Sigh well- CLUN CASTLES GONNA BE A REAL PAIN IN THE [REDACTED] TONIGHT FOLKS

Oh OH TRURO- THE HUSBANDS ARE HUSBANDING TOGETHER RN THE FLUFF IS STARTING

"As he should, this stupidity between the both of you has gone on long enough" LMAOAOAODJDHDHDH NAH NAH THAYS SO REAL OF TRURO NGL

Oh???? OH???? SORRY I GOT CAUGHT OFF GUARD BY THE SUDDEN CUT IN FROM GADWALL

"I don't think I could handle losing her and North." NO STOP- NEARLY FORGOT THAT FOR A MOMENT.

WELL ISNT THIS CHAPTER GONNA STING HUH

"I thought I could help Mallard get better." NO GADWALL YOU DID OKAY YOU GOT HIM A LITTLE BETTER AND AT LEAST YOU TRIED. GOOD GOSH-

WHY DID THAT HIT HARD

Yeah YEAHAHAHHH THERE IS A CHANCE YES THERES SO MANYYYYY CHANCES LEFT LET DGOOOOODHJSJD

Wait wait GO BACK WITH PROTEUS???? THE SPIRIT REALM OR??????? NOTING THIS DOWN. NOTING IT.

Wait WIAIFHHAHAHAHAHSH

"Tell me, Cousin, is Bittern still afraid of birds?" OOOHOHJHAHSHZHX BOY OKAY IM LOOKING. IM LOOKING

HAGDGSHGFDH GIVE EME A SEC TO BREATHE

Oh Truro I couldnt of had said it better knowing it too HGSHAHAHAHAHFHXHFKGNVLRKDMG

Oh. OH GOD. CLUN CASTLE. HERE WE GO. HERE WE GO. IS CLUN CASTLE TIME. OKAY. PREPARING MENTALLY

"Trying to figure out a way to get out of her predicament." oh OH REALLY? YOU SNEAKY LITTLW [REDACTED] YOU THOIGHT YOU CLUTCHED ON THIS HUH? NAH NAH YOU AINT. YOU AINT CLUTCHING THIS BUCKET CLUTCH CLUN CASTLE

LMSODHDH TROJAN AND CLUN CASTLE, YOU SHOULDVE LET TROJAN FINISH-

AND HERE WE ARE THE PERSON OF THE HOUR CAERPHILLY CASTLE

Im sorry. CLUN CAATLE. DO NOT. NO NO DO NOT DEAD NAME NO. WORSE THAN USING TRUE NAMES WITHOUT PERMISSION THAT IS.

"You have lost the privilege to address any and all Great Western Engines!" YEAH YOU TELL HER! SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK RQ RQ

Ay AY AY AY SOUTHERN SIBLINGS????? SOUTHERN SIBLINGS

Yo YOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOOYOYOYOYOYISIHSHAHHFUDHCHFJJD TAW VALLEY AND BRAUNTON

THOSE TWO- YKNOW I WONDERED WHERE THEY WERE IN THE STORY BUT FINALLY THEYRE PULLED INTO THE MAIN ONES WOOOOOOOOO

Im sorry WHAT YOU CALLING DOTTI OVER HERE?????? CLUN CASTLE DO NOT-

insert me rambling irl to a relative whos in the same room as me about yeah the current situation

ABLITTLE DRAMA? A LITTLE? YOUR BEING A LITTLE ITTY BITTY BRAIN-CELLED BITCH RIGHT NOW YKNOW THAT?

Yeah YEAHAAHHHH TELL HER CAERPHILLY CASTLE. TELL HER.

Yeah SWEET TALK AINT GONNA WORK UNFORTUNATELY CLUN CASYLE.

Oh there she is THERE SHE IS THE LITTLE BITCH TOO FAR UP HER OWN TENDER

Oh gosh OKAY UH STRAPPING IN FOR SOME YEAH ANGER

HERE WE GO

EXACTLYYYYYYY

SAY IT LOUDER AND PROUDER CAERPHILLY CASTLE

BECAUSE IT IS CORRECTTT

YOU LIYYLE ITUTY BITTY

YEAH UH. BAHALA KA NA CLUN CASTLE KASE JUSKO PO YOUR HOPELESS NA

MORE HOPELESS THAN THE POOR ON THE STREET.

You are just digging your stinger into silicone you itty bitty BRAIN-CELLED BUZZY LITTLE BITCH

SHES JUST GONNA GOSSIP AND GOSSIP MORE AND MORE NOT SPARING A DETAIL ABOUT HOW HORRID YOU ARE YKNOW THAT CLUN CASTLE?

Yeah yes YESSS YOU TELL HER OFF DOTTI YOU GO ALL OUT

GO ALL OUT

HGAHSGSHGDDH BRAUNTON YOU SHOULDVE LET GO OF HER AND LET HER DO IT HAGDHFBFKF IT WOULDVE BEEN REFRESHING JDHFJDJD

Oh gosh OH GOSH. HERE COMES THE BIG DING OF THE BELL

Ayyy AYYYYYYYYYYYYY LET SGOGOHOOOOOOOOOOO

OH DAMN.

OH MY GOSH?????? THATS

THATS EITHER SATISFYING OR SHOCKING

YEAHAHAHDHDHHAHAHAHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

LETS GOGOOGOOOOOOO

YOU GOT YOUR CHANCES YOU LITTLE SHIT YOU REALLY WASTED THEM ALL YOU REALLY MESSED UP THIS HARD MORE HARD THAN DISNEY'S WISH YOU REALLY SLIPPED AND FALL

YUP LEFT ALL YOUR CHANCES AT THE WRONG STOP

DROPPED EHM AAAALLLLLLLL

YEHAHAHAHAHHHHHH MAKE SURE ITLL BE ROCKY ROADS FOR HER HENRY

"Nobody's gonna miss ya!" EXAAAAAAAAACCTTTLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

God my thumb HSGDHGAHDHXHD

OUGH GOSH THAT BIT WAS SATISFYING AS HECK

BYE BYE BITCH HASGDHHFHF

Ay AY OLIVIA

OLVIOAIAVOSHDJDHD SHES AWAKE

Ay AY AY AY WDYM WISH

Wish. WAIT THIS CONFIRMS- THIS MIGHT CONFIRM ONE OF MY THEORIES BEING THIS ONE

Thank GOSH I know how to pin messages on discord

Repaired RPEUAJAHAVSBZBSVhhshshagsgdvhHSGSVSKJSJSHSHSHAJhhvajzhxjAHSHHFB

POLYYYD YH AHSHSHSHJAJSJD

Ay ay AY AY POLLYYYYSHSVJSHSHAHAHHDJDJDHDHD

SHES CALEDONIAN VLUE NO WAYAYHSHDHDHDHDH OHFMAHAHHAHX

I VERY MUCH AGREE WITH YOU OLIVIA, IT WILL LOOK STUNNING

AWWERUFHFHFH I LOVE THESE TWO

YAYYYYSYHFHSHAHAHHSDHDHSJDHJS THEYRE BAVK THEYRE ALIVE LETS GOGOGOIAJAHSGWHHSHD

WE ALL GETTING A SLICE OF THE CAKES WE LOVE

"I see, like what has happened to you and Olivia" THE [REDACTED] YOU MEAN???????

Wait. THIS WHOLE TIME- WAIT WIAT WAIT

SO OLIVIA ISNT A HYBRID, HER BODY JUST GOT

OHHHSBSHDV ITS LIKE MEDICINE

Oh she wasnt human pala

This confirms- WAIT ITS BASICALLY THIS:

Obviously now building up to, what it says, an entirely new plot. But now while having bits of past plots mixed from wjat I can guess

Im sorry HIGHLANDER???? NONONONONO- IM SORRY?????

A GOLD DUST

IM GONNA DIE WJAT

Oh [REDACTED] here comes it all

Preparinh myself okay Im strapoing in Im gettibg my backside comfy on my pillows yeah Im just

IM DCARED

I was right to be scared

Nono no Olivia no NO. OLIVIA.

"Why can't I do anything right!!"

insert current me typing out this cause past me had a long pause of silence staring at that line

Tearing up counter: 1

OKAY RIGHT MOVING ON-

(Im not moving on)

Ay AY AY AY AY THE BIT

THE DUCK AND ARROW BIT

"I was almost turned into ab exhibit piece because of him."

"Yet he was the reason Olivia sold you to Sodor."

COR RECT. CORRECT DING DING DING CORREEEEEEEECCTTTT

SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK

Ay AY PERCYCYCYYYY

Cheshire CTAAHHAHSHDHFJ

WE LOVE A HAPPY PERCY

heleyhahaha HS GE SGSHDH ARROW- ARROW CALM HDHFJFHF

Why was that bit from Arrow so relatable though like HEKDHSJSHDH

Anyways IM BACK RIHHT SORRY I JUST HEADED DOWNSTAIRS TO JUST EAT SOME BREAD WHILE READING THIS

"I apologise, I get excited when I want to learn new things" REALEST. THING. SAID. EVER

Keeping that quote with me on a sticky note irl rq sec-

WE GIVING LYELL SOME LOVE OVER HERE WOOOO

Oh Tydfil TYDFIL

“I can’t stand being alone with my thoughts. They go around in circles and drive me insane.” SAME HERE. SAME HERE TYDFIL DW.

Can we get some appreciation for all the characters we all relate to rq? LIKE GOOD GOSH- Im sorry its just Tydfil either has dialogue that hits me hard so much like deep DEEP deeper than ever or just is brutally honest HSGDHGSSHHSHD

I still love her though, still one of ny top five favs in YIAU

Speaking of honesty ARROW IS BEING VERY HONEST. ALL OF THAT WAS REAAALLL FACTS

“Chin up, she’ll be out soon. Same can’t be said for Clun Castle.” Oh Arrow are you gonna love what Dotti has to say HAGHAHASHGD

LMAOAOOAOSHFHD DUCKS REACTION I SWESR

“It’s not often that you piss off everyone on the mainland and believe me, I would know, I’m an expert at it.”

"There was an awkward pause."

HGGAHGAHAHAGXHXHF NAH NAH WHY DID I WHEEZE SO HARD AT THAT LIKE LNAODHDHSHSG

AYYYYY I LOVE THESE LOT

New fav found family/squad ever

"Oh but they just started interacting now in this bit you can immediately like the-" OI. I LOVE THESE LOT, I ALREADY LIKED MOST OF THEM ON THEIR OWN AND NOW THEYRE INTERACTING MAKES ME LOVE THEM MORE

“You’re very welcome, Young Iron.” AY AY I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE HAHSGDHHXXJ

Alrughty ALRIGHRY WE GETTING DRAGGED BACK INTO THIS PLOT NOW LETS GO

I just read that bit and to say Im bamboozled is an understatement.

I. IM SHOOK- OKAY. YEAH SOMEONE CALL IN LIKE IDK KESTREL TO COMFORT TJIS 6 FOOT WOMAN RIGHT NOW. IM YEAH. IM SCARED EITHER FOR HER OR OF HER.

NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE INTERESTING FOR SURE

But of course, ending off this reaction. I HAD MINI HEART ATTACKS LIKE HAGSHDGSH WOO OKAY THAT WAS A WAKE UP CALL REALKY GOT MY BRAIN GOING HAGSJAHSHD

THANKS TO THE LOVELY BAKUNAWA AKA REDWRYVERNWRITES (I finally FINALLY SPELT IT RIGHT) FOR CREATING SUCH A MAGNIFICENT CHAPTER YET AGAIN, I'LL BE EXCITED FOR THE NEXT ONE!! ^^

#The “Olivia recieves bad news” in the summary was LOUD and clear #GOOD GOSH IM YEAH #Writer-wise: I LOVED THIS CHAPTER SO MUCH #Reader-wise: IM SCARED-#WOOO NOW WASNT THAT ONE OF NY LONGEST READS #ONE HOUR READINH THIS HAGAHGSHSHAHSX #Not complaining though I still love this chapter (grieving with Olivia now)#cheesyversial rants #ttte young iron au (??)#ttte fanfic #yiau: reviews of readers!

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discoidal · 2 years ago

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did you ever watch anime? what's your top 5?

otherwise top 5 fave books

i'vewatched some anime but i dont think enough to have a top 5? the most recent + the one i liked the most was the netflix lesbian vampire one (im sorry) i think title was vampires in the garden

but! top 5 fave books, im doing books i like the most not necessarily what i think are the best heehee, im also restricting myself to novels not poetry or short story collections

veronika decides to die by paulo coelho - this book is deeply flawed and kind of annoying probably but i read it as a suicidal 10 or 11 year old and was like. oh this book is my personality now. there's excerpts on my blog somewhere u can see how much of me is still this book

dead glamorous by carole morin - my first intro to sort of a styled memoir, like autofiction sort of thing, and again i deeply love this. found this book in a rotting and termite-ridden box of my estranged aunt's books that she left at our house. very heavy themes and very unreliable but funny and stylish narrator, also abt suicide. also a lot of excerpts on da blog

i love you but i've chosen darkness by claire vaye watkins - autofiction memoir as well, involves a lot of normal if disastrous life events plus vagina dentata scenes. very dense. if u look far enough in my blog u may find me trashtalking this book: i was wrong and i think it was borne out of internalized misogyny. didnt like it at first but it demanded a reread for reasons that werent clear to me and over the course of that reread i realized that i love it actually

geek love by katherine dunn - abt a family that runs a circus and theyre all fucked up on purpose. the last real book i read of this year before i Stopped Being Able To Read for reasons also unclear. loved this book!!!

no one is talking about this by patricia lockwood - starts off as a simple twitter memoir thing and then evolves into a beautiful look at Things That Are Different. abt a twitter-famous woman and her niece, a baby with proteus syndrome (elephant man). also autofiction. damn apparently i rlly love autofiction

thanks for this ask! not in any way a definitive list, just a couple books that stand out to me rn and that i love dearly

runner up: im currently rereading in the dream house by carmen maria machado and i LOVE it lovelovelove itt

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cafeinthemoon · 2 years ago

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King - Chapter II

Chapter 2

Wordcount 4,5k

Title The Day of Preparations

Fandom Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Record of Ragnarok

Pairing Poseidon x reader

Previous chapter

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 🖤

Warnings: Arranged marriage; mentions of invasive medical procedures; a kinda problematic advice from Proteus; Poseidon is basically his own warning lol

Tagging @the-dumber-scaramouche @mikkies @sl33py-zer0 @cloveradora @nooneknows8976 (If you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment on this chapter or send an ask or a message)

N. A.: So I tried to keep a wordcount similar to the one of the previous chapter, but it wasn't possible due to the quantity of info to be showed in this one lol

A few words about this chapter: I'm so excited to write about reader and Alyssa's friendship! It's been a while since I included this dynamics in a story and it's been good to work on it! Here we have more about their routine in the castle, but there are other details that will be explored in the next chapters, as well as some mysterious events...

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter and tremble at its last paragraphs 🤭

Also changing the gif because... you'll see 🤣

When you stepped inside the room and heard Proteus closing the door in silence at your back, you thought your loneliness has reached the worst point: the only human in that colossal building, stuck inside a room, trapped in the deepest of the seas. However, looking at your surroundings with attention, you soon had the first good surprise since you left your father’s house.

The room, with dimensions as wide as its high door suggested, had dozens of empty beds placed side by side, from one edge to the other, all of them made with bluish sheets of something similar to satin and big, soft pillows. At your left, you saw some doors that probably led to bathing and changing rooms, while at your right there was a wall with aligned gothic windows through which a smooth light entered. In front of one of these windows, observing the outsides with her hands on the parapet in an anxious attitude, a woman in a turquoise dress and golden sandals was standing. When the door was opened, she turned to it and you noticed, with a sigh of relief, that she was a human being.

As you took a few steps to the middle of the room, the woman came to meet to you as quick as her condition allowed her: looking down to her belly, you saw the rounded salience of a pregnancy. She was a bit shorter than you and seemed to be one or two years younger, with brown curls that framed her face and fell around her shoulders and her swollen breasts, a pair of chubby cheeks and a tiny mouth that opened in a cheerful smile when she spotted you.

In the glimmer of her almond eyes, you recognized a sensation of relief similar to the one you carried in your own heart. The reason for this you could already guess, but it was good to hear it in her words.

– During this last week, I’ve heard rumors that a human girl was going to arrive this day, but I refused to believe in them until now – she spoke in a rushed, excited tone – You have no idea of how happy I am to see you here!

If the circumstances were different, you’d certainly be annoyed by this reception, but after the things you’ve been through before arriving there, you replied with equal contentment.

– And I can only say the same now that I see you here.

The girl’s smile widened and she rubbed her belly, inviting you to sit with her in one of the beds near the windows. You thought she was acting too recklessly for someone at that stage of pregnancy, but didn’t make any comments.

– So – she sat and started the conversation – What’s your name?

– Y/n. – you took the spot by her side – I came from the … region, from a family of merchants. And you?

– I’m Alyssa. I grew up without knowing who my parents were. I was actually found at the doors of a sanctuary dedicated to Poseidon-sama at my town when I was a baby. The local priests raised me to be one of them and, when I became an adult, they decided to send me here as an offer. Human offers are rarely sent to the Emperor of the Seas nowadays, but I’m glad I was accepted.

Alyssa sighed. You didn’t want to think of what could have happened in case she was rejected. Her tone was a bit lower – and sadder – when she spoke again.

– I haven’t interacted with any humans since then – she shrugged – Of course, there are people here who treat me with kindness, but it’s not the same, you understand?

You agreed without thinking twice.

– Yes, I do – and, after a pause, – So… How long you’ve been here?

– I arrived last year – she looked down to her belly – This is my second child. It’s my sixth month now.

You couldn’t help raising your eyebrows in surprise: if she was carrying her second baby, she might have conceived them shortly after giving birth to the first.

The girl seemed to guess your thoughts, but didn’t show any sign she was offended.

– If you’ve heard that things aren’t easy to Poseidon’s secondary wives, that’s absolutely true – she let out a giggle – Though there are many of us, we’re always occupied, if not carrying a child inside our wombs, then carrying them in our arms.

You replied with a worried “I see” and started looking around, at the room. You decided to change the subject.

– So… – you moved your hands to indicate your surroundings – This is quite big for a place where humans are not common.

– It’s because these rooms follow standard sizes – Alyssa explained – Maybe there was a time in the past when our kind was seen more often inside these walls, but it might have been so long ago that no one has memories of it anymore – and, after a moment looking around too, – Well, I think I’ve spoken too much now! Tell me about you. Who is your family? Who sent you here?

That wasn’t really a pleasing theme for you, but you did your best to not put your listener in a depressive mood while you told her a summarized version of your story.

– As I said before, we’re a family of merchants. My mother married my father for love when she was about my age. My father met her when he was about to replace his own father in the family’s business, so he trained her in it and they’ve worked for years together… until she passed away.

– I’m sorry – Alyssa whispered.

You smiled.

– Since I was a child, I’ve been taught about our traditional occupation and always thought I would grow up to be a merchant beside my father, to travel through exotic lands and, one day, take his place as the leader of our company. Everything in my life, in my routine indicated that this would be my fate… – you paused before your voice cracked – Until a few days ago, when I came home at an evening and saw my father alone in his office, staring at a strange document on his desk, a scroll inside a golden seashell. He showed it to me, and I couldn’t believe in what I was seeing: it was an official announcement, not from our government… but from the Empire of the Seas. I should become one of the Emperor’s secondary wives. And neither myself or my father had a say in this.

You pattered your fingers on your thighs, remembering that cursed evening.

– I don’t know what I did to deserve this, or if I’m paying for the sins of an ancestor – you continued – Our family never had any connections with the Lord of the Seas. Honestly, we never devoted ourselves to any gods at all! But suddenly, my father received a paper scroll and then all the life I knew, the whole future I’ve planned didn’t exist anymore! Me, who never had any wish of becoming a mother or even a wife, now the bride of a god who only needs me to give him children! – you sighed, covering your face in your hands – Thinking of this makes me so tired that I’m not even able to feel angry...

Alyssa put a hand on your shoulder.

– Y/n-san. I’m not in conditions to do many things for you, but I’ll help you as much as I can – she smiled – Even after your wedding, we will spend long periods in the company of each other, so if you want to understand specific things about our life here or if you just need to talk, I’ll probably be here for you.

You put your own hand over hers.

– I don’t even know what’s going to happen to me, but I want to do the same for you – and, trying to cheer yourself up, – So, do we have a deal?

– Yes!

And that was the beginning of your first friendship in that strange world, and the fastest friendship of your life.

When you arrived at that enormous, majestic building, the feeling of helplessness was inevitable, but now that you found out you wouldn’t be left alone in that cold room, you allowed yourself to believe that things could be, if not good, at least tolerable.

***

Though you could learn important things by spending your days outside the room, exploring the places you were allowed to go to, you preferred to stay most of the time in the lodge.

The main reason for this was certainly the mental exhaustion resulting from your difficulty to accept the fact that you would have to stay there for the rest of your life, but there were other things you considered, such as how you wanted to avoid the other women and their prejudice; you also weren’t at will to interact with the castle’s servants, since you still didn’t know much about them and their view on humans; finally, despite receiving the necessary assistance, Alyssa spent most of her time by herself, and you didn’t find it a good thing to leave her alone in the current situation. As expected, she ended up being your main source of information about life in Poseidon’s domain, such as the castle’s routine, their rulers, details about the marriage system that weren’t revealed by Proteus and other things you were supposed to understand in order to survive.

Still, being stuck inside that room didn’t prevent you to face mysterious, random things that, while didn’t cause you any problem, certainly awakened your curiosity.

There was this time when you were lying on your bed, close to the window and besides Alyssa’s, observing the night sky – if it was correct to call it like that – thinking of the changes in light that made it possible to separate the days from the nights despite not having celestial bodies at sight. You were looking at the dark expansions out there and waiting to fall asleep, when a small, but unexpected change caught your attention.

You had the sensation of capturing a tiny spot of light with the corner of your eye. You blinked a few times, thinking you were starting to see things because of tiredness, but the light was still there when you looked at it again, crossing the space to somewhere outside your view.

But there are no stars here. What is it, then?

You couldn’t help leaving your bed and rushing to the window to observe.

From your spot, a group of at least three high towers of white stone was visible on the horizon, distant but still a part of the castle’s structure. Considering the direction taken by the light, it might have appeared somewhere close to the highest of those towers, as if coming out of a window, and it was now floating to the black expansion above, leaving a sparkling trail behind it like a shooting star.

The entire land was quiet, except for the low roar of the waves that moved outside the domain. However, you were sure to hear a high-pitched, melodic sound that seemed to come from that tower, spreading through the air. It was like a whistle.

You kept looking until the light disappeared in the darkness. Right after that, the whistling sound ceased and everything returned to the previous silence.

You went back to your bed and couldn’t remember if you fell asleep or if you spent the rest of that night thinking of what you witnessed.

***

You would have lost the notion of time if it wasn’t for the variations in light that indicated the different periods of the day and the conversations with Alyssa, as well as the visits of the servants under Proteus’ orders, who took care of your personal needs. They would come at specific times of the day to fulfill tasks such as cleaning the room, changing the sheets and checking on Alyssa, but they were so impersonal in all of this that you never had the nerve to make them any requests, neither you tried to get information with them; still, if you were to count good things about them, it was the fact that they were never late and their work was done with perfection, so that you never lacked anything.

There was this time when, after what seemed to be weeks since your arrival, your impatience finally got the best of you, and you questioned your friend about how long a woman would usually wait for the day of her wedding.

– You know, it’s not that I’m excited for it – you shrugged – But staying here with little to do, living days that don’t differ from each other in anything and not knowing what to expect is very unpleasing, to say the least.

Alyssa, being aware of your feelings towards the wedding and such, didn’t make any inquires or judgments, limiting herself to explain the variations in the period of wait.

– Everything depends on how many women are there to marry, and how many of them will marry before you. Usually, the girls are summoned by their species, and only after an entire species went through the ceremonies, a new group is chosen. So, in the case of the girls who belong to larger groups or those ones in the last groups, the wait might extend for months. However, not many girls arrived this year, so your turn will probably come in the next days.

You opened your mouth, but no word came out of it.

– But, in my opinion, staying here in the lodge is not that bad – she commented – You know, I wish I wasn’t one of the first when I came here.

You felt a slight discomfort when you heard that, as well as a guilt. You were so focused on your own misery that you barely stopped to think about how she might have felt about her own wedding, for serving a deity as a priestess alongside your family is one thing, but leaving your people and your home behind to stay by the said deity’s side as his wife, existing only to give him children and sharing him with other women who were not exactly your friends, was something else. You never asked Alyssa to share details of her experience as a wife, neither you questioned her about how she really felt about carrying those children or even if she held some love for her husband, but in respect for what she might have endured, you decided to be more careful whenever you talked about your own discontentment to her.

***

Alyssa’s words about you being summoned to your wedding in a few days became a sort of sinister prophecy when one morning, a servant came to your door and, in fact, announced that “the time for you to become the next wife of our Lord” has come.

Your friend witnessed the scene: you were standing up beside your bed at that moment; when you turned from the servant to her, she offered you a supporting look, to which you looked back at the servant and nodded.

– Yes – you took a step a head – I’m ready.

You gave Alyssa one last look, over your shoulder. You would have preferred to exchange a few words with her before leaving, but seeing that resilient, calm smile before the door was closed between you granted you the strength you needed to follow the servant in silence through the lodge’s corridor.

***

Thanks to the information you gathered with your roomate, you already had an idea of what to expect from the period of preparations. And, also because of that, it wasn’t a surprise to see that the said preparations took that entire day.

The first stage was to take you from the tower where the girls’ lodges were located to the one where the wedding would take place, a task that was fulfilled by that one servant that came to summon you. Only this took several minutes of walking through hallways and bridges until you finally reached a room where the rituals would actually start.

You were taken to a group of doctors whose mission was to make sure you were in your best conditions, both in a physical and mental sense. Yes, it’s true that, during the weeks you’ve spent in the lodge, you were sent to the doctors from time to time, but now the procedures were more precise – not to say more invasive – in a way that even the tiniest details wouldn’t be ignored. You were impressed with the fact that none of those professionals were humans, yet their knowledge of the human physiology and psychology was such that they could easily replace a human doctor in the world of men.

After hours of evaluations and examinations, you were taken to another place where your personal hygiene and aesthetic would gain attention. Here, there were almost only females to take care of you.

First, you were sent to a bathing area where you were received by two women of rosy skin and no body hair, and who introduced themselves as Kenya and Yua. You had your clothes taken from you (and probably discarded), then were led to a bathtub with fragrant water. When you understood that they were going to bathe you, you tried to tell them that you were able to do this by yourself, but they only laughed.

– We know you are probably able to do that – said Kenya, while taking a glass full of soap and rubbing your back with it – But Poseidon-sama would just get rid of us if he hears that we’ve been allowing his brides to bathe on their own.

Yua, taking a bit of the same soap and rubbing your arms, giggled.

– And we do not want to be punished because something so silly.

You weren’t sure if they were just over enthusiastic about their own tasks or if they were provoking you, but you just let them do their work. After some time, you gathered the courage to ask about your future husband.

– May I ask something about Poseidon-sama?

A silence fell between them for a second, but curiosity took over and they were all ears.

– Of course, darling – Yua started cleaning your feet – What do you want to know?

– Yes, what do you want to know? – Kenya corroborated.

– Well... What kind of person... What kind of king is Poseidon-sama? I mean, would he really punish you for such a small thing like letting me take a bath on my own?

Kenya shrugged.

– You should not doubt that. To some, he can be a wise, righteous and reliable governor. To others, however...

– To others, “Tyrant of the Seas” makes too much sense – Yua completed – But, please, do not use this title in front of him if you want to stay alive!

Kenya chuckled.

– Yes, you better watch your mouth in front of him. Poseidon-sama is as demanding with his women as he is with any other person. You can guess that only by all the preparations you’ve been submitted to.

Nothing was said about the theme after that.

When the soap stage was finished, it was the time for exfoliation. This resulted in a slight discomfort for you: as soon as they started scrubbing your body, it burned.

They discussed it between themselves.

– Oh, we better stop now. It’s too rough for her!

– What are we going to do, then? Her skin is so fragile! We could barely clean her...

– Take the bottle we used on the other one. It’s our softest option.

The last stage of the bath was to wash and treat your hair, and thank Heavens you faced no suffering in this: your strands ended up softer and brighter, and you approved the procedure.

The next step was to take you out of the water and moisturize your body with lotions and foams with perfumes that, in your opinion, would work better if they weren’t mixed. This task was also done by Kenya and Yua, before they finally sent you to another room, where an elderly woman with physical traits that resembled Proteus received you. She took you to a bed where you had your limbs, hands, feet, belly and back massaged with non-scented oils, then had your muscles relaxed and your posture readjusted.

You then entered a smaller room where you had your hair combed and curled, your nails cut and painted. No make up was used on your face or body.

Finally, you entered one last room where another pair of female servants were in charge of your apparel. They manicured your nails, finished taking care of your hair (but left it untied) and put you in a loosen, kind of revealing dress of thin fabric... and no robe or underwear. You were really bothered by that, and this feeling only increased when you realized you weren’t going to be given any shoes.

When they started leading you to outside that room, you finally managed to question about this.

One of them giggled, but stopped when the second one reprehended her. She then turned to you and, with a glimmer of pity and embarrassment, gave you this dubious answer:

– You must not to worry about such things, young human, for soon you will understand that, in Poseidon-sama’s domain, you do not need more than what you are given.

Those women didn’t have the sympathy and playfulness of Yua and Kenya, so you didn’t ask anything else and conversation died in a strange silence after that.

The exit door was opened at last, and Proteus entered it. You were already informed that he would be the one to take you to the ceremonial room, so that there was no need of exchanging words with him: you just stepped to his side at his sign, then started following him through a corridor that resembled that one of the castle’s entry in many things, except that it was even larger.

When you reached the fateful place, he stopped in front of two great doors carved with gold and sparkling pearls that spread upon them like a constellation, and turned to you, his glare as solemn as the first time you met it.

– Your time has come. What I am going to say to you, I have said to all the previous women: trust the silence, the modesty and the compliance, and everything will be good for you. Anything that goes beyond this you will do at your own risk.

You swallowed.

Silence? Compliance? What did all that mean?

Proteus was going to turn away and leave, when you called him.

– Proteus-sama, please, wait.

He looked over his shoulder.

– With all of this, it seems that you’re telling me that the use of my voice might be my death, my Lord. Is that correct?

He replied with the same composed tone, as if that wasn’t something to be worried about – and, maybe, for him, it wasn’t.

– You will be in the presence of a god, woman. Do you understand what it means? The contrary, that is, your voice bringing death to the listeners, is something that only applies to the sirens, and you are not one of them. So, be careful.

When Proteus walked away, his steady steps echoed inside those walls for a moment until he was out of sight, and you were left alone in front of those doors.

You touched the knobs with shaking hands and pushed them, surprised that they easily obeyed your command.

***

The space for the ceremonies was wide, almost like a ballroom, and the sea life as a base for the architecture and decoration was even more present there: there were lines of marble columns on each side, with sea weed, starfishes and exotic creatures carved as if swimming around them; the walls and the ceiling were of the deepest blue, and you had the sensation that they were moving in the rhythm of the waves.

As you walked upon the black carpet that indicated the way to the altar, Proteus’ words reverberated inside your head, making more and more sense despite their absurdity: despite the dark blue of the surroundings, the lights on that room were of an uncomfortable white, increasing the feeling of oppression and anxiety, corroborating to turn you into a compliant, voiceless creature.

When you stopped in front of the altar, you noticed how simple it as compared to the luxury of the things around it and the other premises of the palace: it was a rectangular table with two long candle holders of gold on each side; between them, you saw a rounded tray of copper with a pair of pearl-shaped earrings. Nothing more was at sight.

You waited for one minute or two, but no priest or servant appeared. The silence was such that your breath was the only detectable sound around, and though you were close to a dozen burning candles, you sensed the air getting colder.

You never knew how long you stood there, alone, on barefoot and trembling, until the first change in the scenario finally happened, but all the time you’ve spent waiting was promptly forgotten after it.

The walls behind the altar, similar to the doors through which you entered that room, were actually a second pair of doors that connected it with a contiguous space behind. You discovered that at the exact moment they were opened, and someone crossed them...

And made you force your feet in place in order to not run away with his mere presence.

Walking around the altar and stopping in front of it, at least one meter apart from you, you saw the one who was probably the most beautiful man you’ve met in your life: he was taller than most of the people you knew, in a way that you barely reached his shoulders, and was dressed in nothing more than a blue robe that covered even his legs, but the fabric didn’t hide the prominent lines of his muscles; his pale skin reinforced this impression that his entire form was carved in marble, as the ancient sculptures produced in the name of perfection; his hair was like thick waves of a pale blonde, with one strand falling upon his forehead, where he had no lines of expression nor signs of age, just as the rest of his face, which traits carried a delicacy most common in females.

To be honest, he was nothing like you imagined. From the statues you used to see in temples and monuments dedicated to him, you were sure that you would meet an individual who resembled a middle-aged man with long beard and stern expression, or even someone whose traits were the combination of a man and a sea creature, but your shock to find a man who looked almost as young as yourself was immeasurable. Besides, apart from his uncommon beauty, the only things that settled him as a non-human were the pointy shape of his ears, not hidden by his hair, and his eyes, as blue as his clothing: old eyes, filled with ancient, threatening power.

Yes, remembering everything you’ve witnessed since you arrived at his domain, you thought you developed a reasonable idea of the kind of being Poseidon was. However, now you understood that no observations could have prepared you for the moment when you finally met him, for they didn’t correspond to half of the reality.

And that left you terrified.

Chapter 3

#shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie poseidon #snv poseidon #snv poseidon x reader #ror poseidon #ror poseidon x reader #snv proteus #ror proteus #snv x reader #ror x reader

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grave-queen-jakrabitt · 6 months ago

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Kyle Fletcher rules (and has for a while)

With the attention he’s been getting this year with aew I thought I’d take some time to lay out how I feel his pre AEW/ROH run set him up for success and offer up some recommendations, this is NOT meant to be a hipster “his Indy work was better” or anti aew take I just fucking love sharing and getting recommendations for wrestling

IPW/Defiant

My first exposure to Aussie open was during the IPW UK invasion of defiant around I wanna say 2018. They had some really good matches with CCK and the south coast connection and the entire promotion barring a few shows is completely accessible and honestly really fucking good.

Progress wrestling

I honestly believe that the Swords of Essex vs Aussie Open feud is what got my boys into the United empire, I’m not gonna say LITERALLY ANYTHING OTHER THAN THIS FUCKS SEEK IT OUT ITS ON DEMAND PROGRESS. That aside I think it set up the first big step for Kyle to break out

Mark Davis’s injury and the Paul Robinson feud

Progress had something called the proteus championship where the title holder picked the rule set for their defense, I will confess to not having seen these matches yet for myself but I did watch any related promo content I could find. The defining champion for this belt was a little pitbull by the name of Paul Robinson, he was a viscous little street fighter with an iron jaw so naturally the only way to win was knock out or tap out. Which surprisingly Kyle manages to beat him. I can’t really give much more information but this is around the time he added the grimstone to his moveset.

When progress had a vacant world title you know who they put in a fatal 4 way for it? Cara Noir, ilja dragunov, Paul Robinson, and Kyle Fletcher. He might not have won but he was a credible contender FOR A WORLD TITLE.

Why I don’t think AEWs roster problems affect him right now

Ok look we all know the bloated roster problem for both aew and wwe I’m not gonna beat a dead horse. Instead let break down why I personally don’t think it’s an issue for Kyle Fletcher at the moment.

Honestly it’s because he has too many options, he went toe to toe with mjf so that could turned into a feud to keep both of them busy and legitimize the American championship. But what if it goes nowhere? He’s been ROH tv champ and that could translate very laterally into either a TNT title or an international title. If mark Davis comes back you have one of the best teams of the last few years, you want to know what I would want to see done? Fuck it make him the international champion, make him a killer, you could have him only defend it against non Americans because “you guys already have a belt” use it like the international version of the tnt open challenge, it would be a near perfect way to utilize the partnership with cmll and njpw more often, hell maybe even get some freelance players in for a one off like axel ticher from Germany, augil Leblanc from France (forgive the misspelling). I think that would rule

#pro wrestling #aew #kyle fletcher #progress wrestling

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aecholapis · 10 months ago

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For your TF fan continuity:

🏆 - What is the end goal? What are your characters fighting for?

💣 - What/who triggers the climax of the plot?

🦋 - Which character has the biggest transformation?

🌑 - Is there reoccurring symbolism? Motifs?

(from this ask game)

Upon inquiry, Novafire specified which part of the continuity this should be about. There are... four... storylines in total, two of which are important, but many of the sub-narratives happen at the same time. Because why make things simple when they can be complicated >:D

The first sentence is

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I'll try to focus on the main part which is essentially every typical TF story ever and the side story featuring OCs that experience the conflict from the sidelines. I hope you don't mind, since the mythology and post-canon action isn't much exciting. They will be referred to by their WIP titles, Entropy and Incandescence, respectively.

🏆 - What is the end goal? What are your characters fighting for?

Entropy:

Picture every typical pre-war story ever and blend them into something that looks like a smoothie - a badly blended smoothie because some fruit parts are floating around and disrupting the drink's consistency. Yeah, that's what it looks like from the outside. But on the inside it doesn't really look any better, haha.

There are many issues that need to be resolved and all of them stem from one big problem. The protagonists go on numerous adventures and solve many a mystery - though ultimately, they need to find the source of all evil and defeat it. Greed is a nasty thing. It will twist the noblest individuals to become their worst self on their rise to power. It will be their downfall - which is why they never stay in power long enough to leave lasting damage, save for the three mecha who have it all and want even more. It is up to the protagonists to stop them and reverse the damage they had done.

Their enemies are:

1) Cybertron's political system - a few rotten fruits can disturb the entire drink and make it unenjoyable. The main trio responsible for the unstable political situation are Sentinel Prime, Senator Proteus and Councillor Zeta - forming a secret, mighty triumvirate. They want power, they have the means to seize it and they will go to great lengths in order to see Cybertron subjected to their whims. Corruption goes a long way and even the repressed masses will be influenced by the triumvirate. 'You are not immune to propaganda' and all that.

2) The authorities - since the army and enforcers are working under their orders, the freedom and safety of the citizens lies in the hands of three individuals who could not care less about them. Even the enforcers themselves aren't exempt from surveillance. Mutual trust is at an all time low and everyone's priority is to live another day. If a mech doesn't conform to society's expectations, they will find a way to change that and those who work for the government are the first in line for behavioral corrections à la memory wipe or a reframe, etc.

3) Cities, or Titans and their speakers - we have the primacy which speaks for Cybertron, the council that decides what is good for Cybertroniankind and the senate which calls the shots in city states. But Titans also exist and their speakers watch over the districts their Titan resides at. However, not all Titans get the funding and resources they need to keep the population afloat. And helpless, impotent inhabitants cannot care for their home, right? It's a downward spiral. Only the most profitable Titans get what they need. Some are deemed as less important than others and this causes a rift between Cityspeakers. This does not end well.

4) Quintessons - Some time after the war is over, a Quintesson colony ship is spotted in Cybertron's orbit. They want their planet back. Elderly Quintessons like Alpha Q are part of the first generation which left Cybertron even before the First Generation roamed the surface, but they - like many other mechanical lifeforms made by the Primes - were sent to space to explore the cosmos and find a new home somewhere else. Millions of years later, the Quintessons have returned it is up to the protagonists and Alpha Q to find a solution for this problem. Preferably before the Quintessons reassemble Luna I and Luna II into Unicron and pilot him to wipe out Cybertroniankind. Don't worry, they will find a compromise.

5) In the end, their greatest enemy is their own self

What they plan to achieve:

1) Removing the members of the triumvirate from their positions - As the world begins to fall apart, everyone's favorite dock worker Orion Pax, founder of the Autobots, meets up with his fellow revolutionary Megatron, leader of the Decepticons. Both are inspiring spokespeople of their respective organizations, dreaming of a better tomorrow and sending messages of hope to their followers. They coordinate protests and hand out flyers, help those in need and stand against their oppressors. There is nothing more punk than spreading love and hope in a world which wishes to take this from them.

One day, a protest in Iacon turns violent and the Decepticons storm the senate and the council while the Autobots guide shocked civilians to safety. Orion Pax and Megatron hunt down the Prime - they follow him to his safe room where they talk for the last time, before Megatron shoots Sentinel Prime in a fit of rage. At Orion's unwillingness to destroy the root of all their problems, he declares war on the Autobots. At first, it seems like it had been nothing but an empty threat, until the Decepticons start attacking cities with wobbly but still functioning political structures all over Cybertron. One group of Autobots retaliates and this marks the unofficial beginning of the Cybertronian Great War.

Proteus escapes and leaves Cybertron, only to be slain by Starscream once his ship sets course to Earth. Zeta becomes the next Prime and remains on Cybertron, until an angry and upgraded Orion Pax returns from Earth just to kill him for personal reasons.

The Matrix is missing - it has been since the start of the war - but they find clues that it may have been stored away in one of their ships (Autobot or Decepticon). The Matrix acts like a two-way screen here. It lets the dormant Primus experience life on his surface in the form of a dream while the Matrix-bearer may see what is happening on Cybertron and how the planet itself is feeling. There is also this whole wisdom-of-past-Primes shtick, but that doesn't work well nor is it actually helpful. Not that it matters since it's gone anyway.

Rung has simply had enough, transformed and left... because he did not like Sentinel Prime and Zeta even less, lmao.

2) Decoupling the legislative, executive and judicial systems from the Primacy - Prowl was a lawyer before he was reframed. One of his cases was linked to the illegal activities of Sentinel Prime and how he and his allies funded laboratories to which he sent mecha who were causing him trouble. He found himself in such a lab pretty soon, his memories were wiped, he was given a new frame, a new identity, and now he was Prowl, the enforcer. His undetected sibling bond was the only evidence for what was done to him.

After joining the Autobots, he digs deeper into the Prime's illicit activities and finds enough leverage against him to tell Orion about it. The information finds its way out of the inner circles of the Autobots - it sparks an outcry by the public.

3) Form independent but cooperative city-states (gone wrong) - In order to reach equity, they must challenge the status quo which is easier said than done. Although cityspeakers have some influence in the grand scheme of things, it is not enough to ensure that the needs of their titans will be met. Too many lives are on the line so the less powerful cityspeakers team up against the government's favorites.

One of them, Damus, also known as Tarn (the tank), the cityspeaker of Tarn (the titan), argues with his mentor Iaconus, cityspeaker of Iacon. Things get out of hand and Iaconus calls in a favor of the Prime and wants Damus to be (dun dun duuun!) reframed. Shocking! Outrageous! Tarn (the titan) is having none of it and manufactures a second frame for his speaker.

Tarn (the tank) is none the wiser of the situation and just like he did before, he accepts Iaconus as his mentor. But Iaconus is noticably less friendly now. Tarn doesn't mind. The titan does but other than wishing for him to be cautious in the form of gentle pleas and mental hugs, he is powerless to prevent his speaker from falling for Iaconus' illusion.

A few cityspeakers suspect a conspiracy behind this sudden change. Praxus (Commissioner Cordon in his private life, there's a Batman joke here somewhere) investigates as far as he can but doesn't find out much. Or anything that will make a change. Tarn will never know what had transpired and so he lives on in the shadow of his mentor and in the safety of his titan, until the council denies his propositions for a better infrastructure and more needed funding for the umpteenth time. He follows the same path his predecessor has - the path that leads to his demise once again.

This time, he tries to keep it a secret from Iaconus. Other less-favored titan-cityspeaker duos join him and together they make a plan to protest the council's and senate's refusal to help them. Iaconus and a few of his "friends" join the official's side and that marks the end of their mentorship.

Also, no one likes Iaconus. All my homies hate Iaconus.

Tarn (the tank) is heartbroken, Tarn (the titan) is sad but supportive and then. And then the war breaks out, titans are destroyed, killed, and the cityspeakers meet up for the last time. Declaring the end of their neutrality they split up into Decepticons and Autobots - Iaconus and his traitors are waiting for them. They fight and Iaconus injures Tarn who is still hesitant to fight his former mentor. Megatron finds him and lifts him up, promising a better future for all of them if they joined his ranks.

And Tarn, the ever naive and hopeful mech he is, believes him. Those who joined them that day and lost their titans in a fight will later become the Decepticon Justice Division. They will become Headmasters and pilot their dead titans through space to hunt down traitors and dangerous Autobots alike.

4) Find a compromise - Optimus has returned to the Well of All Sparks (because of course he has) and Rodimus has taken over his position... more or less out of his own volition. But! Fret not, as he has a team of some of the best mechanisms the world has to offer standing by his side. He's got this (he does, in fact, not have this). They're not going on a cool space adventure this time - though I don't think they would mind that much.

Seven cross-faction teams are working together to find a way to stop Unicron from forming and destroying their planet. Meanwhile Rodimus has to suffer through bureaucracy and politics. The seven teams find a way to ensure the Quintessons will not destroy their kind and they fight Unicron, G1 movie-style. He wakes for a short amount of time and sees what is going on, separates into his two halves again and threatens to obliterate the Quintesson ships out of Cybertron's orbit. No one is allowed to mess with him, not even creations of Primus. A handful of Quintessons that don't want to conquer the planet but want to live there regardless negotiate for a right of residence and are accepted into their society. Unicron returns to his deep slumber, he resumes orbiting Cybertron as Luna I and Luna II and the day is saved.

5) Characters can change under hardships.

Incandescence:

Ironwing's team has commited treason against the Galactic Council and they are on the run from Autobots, Decepticons and the same Space Police Organization they used to work for while simultaneously searching for spare parts to build... something??? that Carbonlight says will end all conflict throughout the universe. It is left unsaid that the machine they intend to create will be a mind-control device for starformers, huge, radiant, resting, planet-sized mechanical lifeforms that were created in the same way that Primus was.

Carbonlight's plans come into fruition and he takes control over three starformers. It is Ironwing's and his team's mission to stop them.

A neutral ship called the Stellar Observatory offers their assistance and together they try to lure the starformers into a trap and destroy Carbonlight's dangerous invention.

💣 - What/who triggers the climax of the plot?

Entropy:

This is hard to say because many factors influence how the final battle will play out. One would be that the Autobots have found new motivation to end the war after landing on Earth, another would be that Orion has had enough of Zeta Prime's unwillingness to help them and he murders him. Surprising to no one but himself, he finds the Matrix (pedestal included) waiting for him in the control room of his ship the next day and he accepts the Primacy for the sake of his Autobots.

Megatron is enraged because his opponent has embraced the symbol of their oppression (and he's totally not jealous of OP, noo). He launches an all-out attack on the Autobots at which the newly dubbed Optimus Prime responds with everything his forces have to offer. It's a wasteful event. Too many are injured to fight on, the Decepticons and Autobots are tired of everything. So Soundwave and Starscream come to the conclusion that now would be a good moment to put an end to it all.

They incapacitate him and negotiate the end of the war in the name of their faction and the majority of Cons agree to it. Megatron has become too attached to his warped idea of a fair society. He may have been an inspiring revolutionary once, but as the war dragged on, he had lost himself to the chase of thrill. He had become too obsessed over killing his once insignificant rival.

But despite his lack of fighting skills and his inadequate build, Orion had withstood. He had upgraded himself after each defeat. He had become his equal in strength and wits and destruction. They really, truly deserve each other (derogatory). Megatron is exiled and Optimus flies into the Well of All Sparks because he thinks it's the right thing to do.

Then, Rung escapes and appears in front of a shocked Hot Rod.

Fast forward a couple of years, Unicron is in their planet's orbit and Starscream and his cross-faction science division has made a fleet powerful enough to approach the giant planetary defense system that is targeting them. What triggers the final battle is Unicron's attack.

Seven ships set out to space and only the most courageous (and foolish) enter his frame and trigger the giant to wake up. He chases away the hostile Quintessons and returns to sleep.

Incandescence:

Carbonlight hears of Unicron's short waking and sets course toward Cybertron. Near its sun, the Stellar Observatory overtakes them and they lure the starformers into the sun.

🦋 - Which character has the biggest transformation?

Entropy:

Prowl. Not only is he the main protagonist, he goes through so much character development that I need a full document to keep track of all the subtle but important changes over the course of the story. He does a completely 360° in terms of - I don't know - everything? It's hard to describe in just a few sentences but I'll try.

He wakes up in his new body with no recollection of his past. He is, save for his spark, a blank slate. His partner doesn't care what happens to him, his supervisor doesn't give him explanations and at the slightest mishap, he will meet the fate of all Prowls that have come before him. Strayshot has lost count how many partner changes he's had and all of them had been unexperienced rookies who asked too many questions.

So, on his first mission, he is told over his comms to shoot an unarmed suspect. He obeys because he is three hours old and has no idea what is actually going on. Suddenly, a part in his processor activates and he thinks to himself, "This feels wrong."

Prowl gets used to the monotonous busy life of an enforcer and grows to hate it internally. Slowly, he starts to question whether what he is doing is truly morally correct or if he is being played and he tries to be discreet about it. With little guidance how to do his job correctly, he starts to feel overwhelmed. His tactical network is state of the art software, the best on the market, but it's incompatible with his own hardware. Strayshot finds him during his first crash and stays just long enough to stabilize his condition.

This is how he learns what compassion is, although it's forced and unnatural in this case. After he recovers, something tugs on his spark. A strange feeling makes him wander off to a less favorable part of lower Praxus and he sees two suspicious mechanizms watching him. When he chases after them, they lure him into a trap and reveal their identities.

It turns out that Brawn and Side Burn are his brothers and Prowl’s spark remembers them. The three of them catch up with their lives and while Prowl doesn’t trust them yet, they agree to meet again in a few days. This goes on for a while, until Strayshot dies. He goes without a partner for a while and is tasked with paperwork only, which isn’t as bad as it sounds for someone with the best integrated tacnet Cybertron has to offer. This leaves him with a lot of time to think about how he could make their next meeting safer. This doesn’t work out as planned and during a sensitive case he catches someone spying on them. A chase sequence happens.

As soon as he has the chance, he goes against direct orders not to go underground and follows the stranger deep into the tunnels under their planet’s crust. There he finds himself surrounded by hostile bots hiding from the law. Outnumbered and outgunned, he expects them to treat him like he treats all criminals, but to his surprise they spare his life. Then their leader shows up, a lowly dock worker named Orion Pax who believes it is time to change the world.

They talk about a lot and Prowl learns that the political situation everywhere else on Cybertron isn’t much better. Sentinel Prime has turned the government against the general population in hope to gain even more power, many other politicians are spitting on the rights of the people. It is hard to speak up because the scientists have developed and perfected reframing. Basically every enemy of the state can be reshaped and employed to work for the government against their will and everyone who learns about it shares the same fate. Even those who accidentally insult any of the Prime’s friends aren’t safe.

Prowl is offered a choice. He can either join these rebels that call themselves the Autobots, or return to his old life as an enforcer but not before they use the cortical psychic patch on him and clear his memories of the past couple of hours. He refuses at first and a few Autobots call him out on how he is a murderer of the innocent and this paired with the stress he’s under leads to another crash.

When he wakes up, Ratchet is still tending to him. He recognizes the famous medic and calls him a traitor, but he is grateful for the patch-up. They talk about his role in this conflict and Prowl comes to the conclusion that he cannot join the Autobots yet, but he is willing to function as a sort of associate and advisor and he gives Orion his contact data.

Then he gets a new partner, a brand new reframed mech called Barricade who has different specifications than his prototype and a blank personality. Prowl should act as his partner and his mentor until Barricade is seen fit to be transferred to Kaon and take over a small team of his own once his training is finished. Prowl isn’t thrilled about this development, but soon he sees the potential that Barry has.

The moment the new mech shows signs of a personality starting to blossom, Prowl teaches him to question everything and to think for himself. But only when no one is watching. After some team bonding, Prowl now sees his mentee like a third brother. Since his own siblings don’t want an outsider to get involved in this, he doesn’t tell Barricade about anything. Side Burn and Brawn cross paths with the Autobots too, but since they’re harmless, they only get an invitation to join them - and they will when Prowl does.

One day, Prowl goes against his commander's orders and backs up, while the other enforcers charge forward. It turns out it was a trap set by a radical bunch of Decepticons and all except a critically damaged Barricade die. The young mech is patched up to save his life, but they don’t erase his memories despite the obvious processor damage he has sustained, hoping that it would make him more resilient and aggressive towards Decepticons.

It is the last straw for Prowl when Jazz tells him what he has found out about his team’s fate and while his citizen record is officially marked as KIA (and another Prowl is put in his spot), a highly trained squad under the ‘improved’ Barricade hunts for him. Prowl joins the Autobots full time as their new strategist and does his best to keep his helm low and avoid public attention.

Meanwhile, the Barricade's squad suffers failure after failure and in his pursuit of his former mentor, he strays from his designated path and they decide to have him thrown into the pit fights as punishment. And former enforcers aren’t popular with the poor mecha fighting for their lives. That’s where he meets Megatron and where it really goes downwards for his mental health. Poor guy. He learns a hard lesson and when the war breaks out, he joins the Decepticons.

Prowl is now the head strategist of the Autobots and takes over Ariel’s role as second in command. She remains a general and one of Orion’s right hand mecha like Dion and Jazz.

As the war rages on, the stakes are raised and Orion asks Prowl to run a simulation that should help them gain the upper hand as soon as possible, but he and his carefully picked team of strategists miscalculate the risks one too many times. To him it feels like he is trapped in there for eternity, his processor is operating at such high speeds that he loses track of time. And when it is over the amount of time he has been gone should remain ambiguous to him.

One day, the simulation is disconnected. Everything stops and the program reports that a majority of their forces have lost after what feels like many years of continuous calculation. Orion informs him that this has not been a simulation at all. Well, oops, haha.

Now he has to live with the knowledge that he has sent countless bots to their death and Orion demotes him, hoping Prowl would find something to distract his troubled mind. He joins Spec Ops and as much as he hates to admit it, the energon-pumping action helps him cope with what happened. He goes full-on ninja mode (like in Animated), complete with new looks and extensive training.

It takes a lot of convincing from his coworkers to accept reality after being trapped in a simulation. At one point, he has become numb to outside influence and thinks everything that has happened until now is just one single, enormous simulation and that none of this is real. But it is and it hurts to think about it. Prowl is under constant surveillance since they fear he might snap. And he does snap but not outwardly.

This is as close as he'll ever get to IDW1 levels of cold and calculating. It's his defense mechanism against losing his mind completely. He can't hurt anyone if no one is close to him. His friends catch on quickly though and show him how much they still care about him.

Being reminded about his failures becomes more bearable over time. Then the Autobots find their way to Earth. Humans aren’t affiliated with the Galactic Council which allows Cybertronians to approach the planet. It also happens to be the last one Orion’s team visits before peace is declared.

Here, the Cons capture half of Spec Ops and download Prowl's tacnet into the Constructicons. Yay! Not only that, but their minds come in contact and Prowl leaves behind a backdoor, a string of code which will allow him later to force them to combine and seek him out. With one of their top combiners out of the picture, the Autobots regain superiority on the battlefield and so on and so forth.

Hours after peace is negotiated, Prowl sneaks in to the brig and frees the Constructicons out of guilt. He has had years to come to terms with what he has done and with the help of his friends, he has learned to let go of past troubles. He does testify before court and serves his sentence working in construction alongside new friends. It's surprising how well his tacnet is suited for this industry. And how content he is to just try living like a normal mech while watching the world heal.

Incandescence:

Hmm, it has to be Helios. Life isn't easy on him and he feels like he's only good at being a tool for others to wield. Despite his devotion, he earns naught but a speck of recognition. His efforts are invisible, they are not something to be proud of and he sure isn't proud of himself. His brother didn't express positive emotions towards him and everyone else ignores him, save for Proteus who only sees him for his usefulness as a cheap errand boy and a scapegoat that does the dirty work for him.

Helios learns what it means to be loved and cherished once he lands on Earth. The local air rescue team is kind to him and when the Stellar Observatory takes him in, he befriends Nightjet and Ironwing. They show him what life should feel like and those days are the happiest of his life. He masks his troubles behind false cheerfulness and this scares away other members of the crew, but not these two.

He can be himself when they're around - and the same can be said about Ironwing and Nightjet. A proud warrior and a deceivingly disinterested mech return back to their old, authentic selves, an enthusiastic actor and an adventurer full of romantic ideas and musings.

These three mean so much to me and they don't even have a ship name.

🌑 - Is there reoccurring symbolism? Motifs?

Not as much/many as you'd think😅

Entropy - a state of disorder or randomness 📊 Chaos and order - you can't have one without the other 🔄

Incandescence - the visible electromagnetic radiation emitted by heated bodies ☀️ Colors - every OC under Firecry's command (Ironwing's team) has one hue of the rainbow as its primary color 🌈

#the smoothie metaphor is so stupid but it was the first example that came to my mind 😅#novafire-is-thinking asks #thanks for the ask!#long post #tf fan continuity #there. i hope this is alright. if you have more questions my asks and dms are always open #anyway i love cordon he's such a cool obscure tf and the commissioner cordon joke pretty much wrote itself. we need more cordon content #and barry... oh barry. oh sweet summer child. he has no idea what horrors await him. epitome of being in the wrong place at the wrong time

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