#THEY ARE NORMAL HUMAN BEINGS. FOR THE MOST PART.

[bet-on-me-13]

Dark Secret

So! Danny was discovered pretty quickly after his first battle against the Lunch Lady. His hair turned white, and his body shape was a little different, but he largely looked very similar to his Human Form, so it was only a matter of time really.

Thankfully he was assumed to be a Metahuman.

He didn't look like any other Ghost, the closest resemblance was his hair and eye color, but even that could be explained away. Also his parents were adamant that he couldn't be a Ghost because he was still Sentient and not Evil, so he must just have powers that just looked similar to Ghost Powers esthetically. Probably as a result of the Portal Accident, which he used as an explanation for how his powers awakened.

Danny also avoided using the more obvious Ghost Powers like Intangiblity and Invisiblity, sticking mostly to the most basic Flight and Energy based Powers he got to be as generic as possible. If anybody saw otherwise, it was a trick of the light or a trick of the Ghosts.

Danny became the Hero of Amity Park, always pretending to be something else. It was his darkest secret.

Unfortunately because the public never saw a Ghost like Phantom on a positive light, their perception of Ghosts never changed. Nobody believed that Ghosts could be anything aside from Evil, and as the knowledge of Ghosts and the Ghost Zone began to spread around the world that perception became more and more commonplace.

If Danny had been revealed in the early days, it could have been salvageable, but nowadays if his secret was revealed he would have to convince the entire world that everything they knew about Ghosts was wrong. It would practically be impossible.

Even when he joined the Justice League when he became an Adult, he still had to hide his secret. Years of hiding made sure he could conceal his true Nature from the magic users on the team, but he still had to be distant from the team just to be sure.

While all this was going on in the Living Realm, his adventures in the Ghost Zone still happened as normal. He saved Pandora and the Acropolis, dethroned the Tyrant King Aragon, managed to defeat Pariah Dark in Single combat, and even became recognized as a Great Warrior by the Far Frozen.

After years of hiding, he actually felt more at home in the Ghost Zone than in the Human Realm. There he could be his true self without having to hide a huge part of his identity, and people accepted him for who he was. Sure he had enemies there, but he also had more real friends outside of Tucker and Sam.

He was content with his double life, acting as a Hero to the Public while hiding his true self, and secretly going to the Ghost Zone to be himself among his friends and even his enemies.

Of course it all came crashing down when he Anti Ecto Acts finally passed.

Now there was a Legal Path for Humans to enter and profit off of the Ghost Zone. Beyond just being able to legally kill and experiment on Ghosts, the Acts also allowed Humans to claim parts of the Ghost Zone as their own Property, enslaving the Ghosts residing there, and destroying the Ecosystem of the Zone because there were no laws preventing it.

And now Danny had a choice.

He could either side with the Humans to which he was a Hero, allowing them to destroy the Ghost Zone and Enslave the denizens living there with the full support of the Government, or he could side with the Ghost Zone, betraying Humanity and the people he had been protecting for years, but trying to save those who had accepted him for his true self years ago.

To him the answer was obvious.

[elodieunderglass]

Hi! I saw you mention in a post about people being into a thing in a weird way, and you mentioned permaculture. I dont know anything about that, could you elaborate? (serious question, just curious)

(This is in reference to a post that talked about the difficulty of having some interests (like Vikings) that are notorious for being shared with really right-wing people. For example, a tattoo with Norse runes could mean someone is a normal and interesting person who likes history and fantasy fiction, or they could be a vile white supremacist. I added to the post mentioning that permaculture is one of those interests, and that I wasn’t going to talk about it.)

I am not the first or only person to say this about permaculture, but I’ll take a stab at explaining it to an outsider.

What is permaculture? Permaculture is a term coined in 1978 to describe an approach to land management and food production based on how things work in ecosystems, centering the environment, and based on the ethical principles of Earth Care (sustainability, rebuilding of the environment, survival without destruction), People Care (meet people’s needs fairly and simply, build community) and Fair Share (find a balance of consumption, recognise limits around what can be taken from the environment, and share as much as possible.) movements like rewilding, reforestation, self-sufficiency, intentional communities, sustainable food production, regenerative agriculture and so on are all aspects of interest in permaculture.

However, by itself it’s kind of a nebulous term, because it’s applied to everything with a lofty wave of the hand; everything from somebody’s weedy old tomato plants, to a radical commune, can be vaguely described as “permaculture.” It’s possibly most accurate to call it an umbrella term for some loosely related fields, than a political movement or widespread agricultural practice. That’s part of the intention; by coining the term and describing what goes into it, the founders of the philosophy were trying to clarify communications; obviously, forms of permaculture have been practiced historically for all of human history!!! The usefulness of the term and definition is all about clarifying a unified package of philosophies to set against the behemoth of conventional, capitalistic, extractive land-management.

Ok so given that “everyone can do permaculture/ you can do it with your raised beds right now!” there’s a lot of overlap with people interested in individual self-sufficiency, off-grid living, rewilding, etc at home. in terms of online communities those are particularly vulnerable to sharing interests with right-wing people. In particular, isolationists/separatists/sovcits, right-wing preppers, nationalists, and of course, The Fucking Tradwives.

Why? Well, permaculture/self-sufficiency are connected to ideas of alternatives to the current system, and attract people who are interested in that. The most obvious is ecofascism although people are finally more aware of this (sending the ecofash into the coverts of being crypto-ecofash, but whatever, it’s a win that they feel less comfortable.) There may be a distrust of authority/the state which can be quite normal (don’t pledge allegiance to the USA flag!) and can be right-wing (MAGA people storming the capital did so because they claimed to distrust the state.) There may be a distrust of science/medicine, often hand-in-hand with the sort of “back to nature/ the earth is wiser than we are / indigenous practices” rhetoric that sounds quite lofty and righteous, but doesn’t quite explain why you haven’t vaccinated your kids, iykwim? Anything back-to-the-land should be examined carefully, because it CAN be progressive - or white nationalist - and sometimes both. Anything including a withdrawal from society ditto - yes, even if it’s a queer commune of witches growing tomatoes or whatever - because “withdrawing from multicultural/inclusive/tolerant/diverse/public-transport-having cities to a secure place of purity and control” is a necessary pillar of right-wing separatist thought. Anything talking about connection to the land should be considered attentively.

None of those are problematic and most are interests or behaviours that any normal person might have. They have to be considered carefully for context. Often, quite kind people can accidentally repeat unfortunate things, or speak badly.

It also doesn’t mean that all of permaculture is a tar pit - it just happens to overlap at certain points with the right-wing agenda, and often, the left-wing are bad at spotting that. It’s natural to accidentally absorb weird politics without examining them - that’s why propaganda is effective. All of these worries about pipelines/algorithms are based on the fact that that bad politics can form from quite innocuous beliefs. These are just some spaces/words where I’ve noticed it’s worth paying attention.

I’m personally wondering if I’m noticing the use of “indigenous” being slowly pushed into a space that worries me, rather like “traditional, heritage, natural, spiritual” have been? But I have not seen Indigenous people discussing this yet.

Also, other people have written about the tradwives so hopefully you can fold in what you know about that. There are also TERFs in permaculture; my harebrained theory is that radical feminists in general like the idea of having control over the environment, but want it to feel like a wise, sacred feminine thing. I was in some casual Facebook permaculture groups some years ago and the amount of schisms felt entirely like a) eldritch Catholicism or something??? B) fandom drama. There would be incredible stuff happening like the formation of splinter Facebook groups called like “Women In Permaculture 2.3 No TERFs” and “Gender Critical Women in Permaculture 2.3” which were 7 evolutions away from an initial “practicing permaculture” group.

In real life, people are unfortunately weirder and more open about it, but easier to avoid and less insidious. But that’s for another time.

@samwisethewitch has this good post with lots of resources in this space that aren’t pipelines of worrying ideology: https://www.tumblr.com/whovianuncle/773929827585638400 (by looking at the title alone, you can hopefully see some of the reality and scope of the problem enough that it isn’t just Elodie running their mouth!)

[ryebread0605]

malleus smut with a stereotypical fairy-like reader, they have wings and can shapeshift from small to big but are generally short even in their normal human size

Oooo this is a super fun idea! And yes I totally am a ‘Malleus has two dicks’ truther because yes.

this is a gender neutral reader as well because why not

Having been placed in Diasomnia when you were brought to this strange new world, you were excited to hear (totally not when in your small form and eavesdropping) that there were more fairy’s. Sure, they used the term Fae, but that must’ve been a cute abbreviation right? 

Imagine your surprise when these so called ‘fairies’ didn’t have wings at all! How could these beings be fairies without the most important part! And why were they confused about your wings! None of it made any sense to you at first.

But now, after months have passed, you grew to learn about this world’s Fae and in turn taught about fairies from your world. And none were more interested than the dragon prince himself. He found a kinship with you, being the only fae to have wings of his own; rather large black wings that almost looked like that of a bats. He especially enjoyed watching you turn from normal to small in order to help him properly clean up the gargoyles that sat atop the roof, finding your height compared to his, even when normal sized, absolutely adorable. 

And then that turned into finding you a bit… more than adorable. 

He learnt very quickly that you weren’t the most… innocent of people. Your foul language and rather eccentric style certainly catching the dragon prince off guard, but it also made him want to tame that. 

And here you lay, face pressed roughly against pillows and wings spread as he ruthlessly pounded into you from behind. He himself had his wings outstretched in a display of dominance over you, his horns glistening in the moonlight and eyes sharply on you. Your arms were pinned behind your back as he growled into your ear,

“Say that again, see what happens little one.” He wanted to show you what happened when you disobeyed him after you had decided to push your luck with cursing him out. 

“F-fuck you~” you stuck your tongue out at him, wings fluttering a bit but not in an attempt to get out from under him. In fact, you quite enjoyed this position. No, it was simply to tease him more, to see what he was truly capable of. And as his hand came down hard on your backside, you quickly regretted that choice. His cocks pumped in and out even faster, your hole stretched far more than you thought to be possible. How were you to know dragon fae had two dicks?! It was almost unfair how good they felt against your warm, soft walls, but you did make sure Malleus knew you appreciated the feeling by giving the occasional clench of your hole around him.

Hours upon hours of ruthlessly being used as a toy by him, your belly swollen with his cum and body a sticky mess, mind scrambled beyond repair, he finally gave you a break. Although, by then, you almost whined as he pulled out. He was very pleased with the sight before him, smirking as your wings shone. He loved his little fairy, even if you were a bit of a brat sometimes 

[georgeplease]

The One Where We Have to Fuck or Die

Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Fred gives Reader his test vial of a new love potion for the store. They quickly realize if they don’t have sex then it’ll kill her.

Tags: Porn Logic, Aphrodisiac, fucking like rabbits, both reader and Fred are in their late 20s-early 30s

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

It started as a normal Saturday for (Y/n). She had slept in, made some breakfast, cleaned her flat, and had been getting ready to relax for the rest of the day. That was until a familiar owl had found its way to her window, dropping off a letter with her name scrawled across the front. The handwriting was all too familiar, making her roll her eyes as she retrieved it from the owl before sending him on his way.

Having met the twins in her first year at Hogwarts was a pivotal moment, developing a fast friendship with the both of them after a prank gone wrong. That fateful afternoon sparked a 12 year long friendship between the twins and her.

Yet, there was always something between her and Fred, others may say they were destined together, they chose to believe they were just really good friends. It’s part of the reason he could send a letter like this, asking for her to rush down to his shop and help him. As annoyed as she would act, she would always rush to his side.

It didn’t take long for her to get dressed and make her way to Diagon Alley, easily finding her way through the busy street to her favorite store. As (Y/n) entered the shop she turned waving to George as she passed through toward the back. The store was as crowded as it usually was for a weekend, causing her to weave through several other customers before she was able to each the employees only section. The letter she had received from Fred to come to the store said it was an urgent matter, but having known him long enough, she was positive he was lying. But yet, here she was.

Not wasting anytime, she pushed into his office, seeing him sat at his desk, feet resting as he smirked upon seeing her enter.

“Well, if it isn’t my most loyal test subject.”

“What is it now, Fred?” She asked, crossing her arms, clearly not assumed by his mood.

Standing up, Fred walked around his desk, handing her a glittery pink vial, causing her to raise an eyebrow as she grabbed it from him. Looking at it, it was clear what it was supposed to be, having seen many of the Twin’s famous love potions before.

“A love potion? Don’t you already have several different kinds?” She asked, curious as to where this was leading.

“Not just any love potion, this is specifically for our older couples. You know, to help them spicy up their lives.”

“Like Viagra?”

Fred raised an eyebrow, not understanding what that was. He quickly shrugged it off, turning back to his sales pitch. “No, no. This is better than any muggle product.” Moving behind her, he put his hands on her shoulders. “What’s the number one reason most people get divorced?” He gave a second for her to think before answering for her. “That’s right, lack of passion. Imagine how many people we could help if we sold passion in a vial. How ‘bout that?”

“Work on your sales pitch, but I do like the idea.” placing a hand in her chin, she observed the vial closely. “I figure you want me to test it?“ Looking over her shoulder she sees Fred nod. “Have you tested it on anything else?”

“Tested a few drops on some plants, didn’t kill them so it should be fine for human consumption.”

“That sounds promising.” She teased, sliding away from his grasp. “What’s in it for me?”

“Besides being so horny there’s no way you won’t have an amazing orgasm once you go home?” He teased, before continuing his pitch. “Usual price, 50 galleons and unlimited supplies if you so need it.”

Fred stuck his hand out, waiting to see if she’d take his offer. After pondering for a few seconds, she reached out with her free hand shaking it. A deal with the devil, some would say.

Uncorking the vial, she pressed it to her lips, swallowing the liquid. Luckily, he had been able to get it to taste more pleasant than his other attempts, reminding her of fresh strawberries with cream. Her eyes moved to look at the ceiling, waiting for the desired effects to happen. Awkwardly she began to look around the room to pass the time, feeling a little weird to test this kind of potion in front of her friend, but money is money. And she trusted that Fred would not kill her.

As she took a look behind him, her attention was drawn to his work station. Her eyes were drawn to the ingredients he had used, haphazardly tossed about. There were the components to making a love potion, a rather simple potion. No, what caught her eye was the other ingredients he had mixed, a good amount well known aphrodisiacs along with an odd collection of ingredients that have her an uneasy feeling in her stomach. Walking over, she got a better look at them, understanding why she felt so uneasy. Mixing these ingredients together are well known for causing the person who took the potion to die if certain conditions weren’t met.

Wide eyed, she snapped to look at Fred, her body feeling warm as she felt it begins to take effect. He seems none the wiser to his fatal error, his arrogant smirk pissing her off. Throwing the empty vial at him, she turned on her heel to face him.

“You fucking moron.” She spat, panic raising in her voice, her legs subconsciously clenching together as that heat began to grow between her legs. “You didn’t make a better love potion, you made an aphrodisiac with poison.”

Fred’s face contorted, not understanding why she seemed so ticked off. His brows pushed together, as he walked over to her, trying to better understand the situation, while also a little ticked off she had thrown the small vial at him. He began to watch her more closely than before, thinking that something about his potion had caused her reaction.

Trying her best not to act on the deep ache, she moved farther from Fred. The feeling was almost too much, her hand subconsciously moving toward her crotch, wanting to swirl circles to dull the ache. Instead, her other hand moved to hold the other one, interlocking her fingers together behind her back.

“What are you on about?” Fred asked as he moved closer.

“Fred, this potion is going to kill me. How fucking dense are you?” (Y/n) ran a hand through her hair, tugging at it to try and regain her focus as her thoughts grew more perverse.

“You’ve gone mental. Don’t tell me you never been horny before, love?” Fred teased, watching the way her face flushed like a virgin.

“I’m being serious.” She said, fanning herself as she felt her body warm up. “You’ve basically just signed my death warrant if I don’t get shagged as soon as possible.”

“So you’re saying, you need dick not to die?” He laughed, almost not taking her seriously.

“Shut up.” She spat, moving away from him as he moved closer.

“Have you gone sick in the brain?” He asks, reaching to take her temperature, which she skillfully dodged. “Honestly, woman, if you wanted me that badly you didn’t need to make up such an insane lie.”

“Fred, fucking listen to me.” She said, stepping forward and grabbing his face to look at his ingredients. “Think real hard about what these ingredients do. I know potions wasn’t your strong suit, but fucking think.”

As Fred surveyed the ingredients, he tried his best to recall his potions class. As his mind ran through all the things Snape had said, he came to the same horrifying conclusion she had come to moments ago. His head whipped around, noticing how want she looked, her eyes struggling to stay locked on his face, and the way her legs shook as they clenched together.

“Oh, I fucked up.” He mumbled, his brain racing as he tried to think of an antidote. Fred bolted from his spot, looking at what ingredients he had left. His mind was racing trying to figure out how to make an antidote before his potion killed her.

Her eyes watched him, panic rising through her body as she felt how the heat began to rise within. The potion Fred had brewed was a lot more fast acting than she was expecting. Even though her brain was being quickly consumed with impure thoughts, she began calculating how much time she had before it would inevitably kill her, but her thoughts kept getting interrupted.

Her eyes trailed down his body, wanting nothing more than to pull his trousers down and go wild with him. It felt insane, she had known him since they were teens and they had never once come close to hooking up, despite all the rumors that had swirled saying otherwise. Speaking of rumors, her mind couldn’t help but focus on the rumors of how good Fred was in bed, remembering how they spoke so highly of his ability. How the girls he did hook up with swore he was the best fuck they had ever had.

Letting out a drawn out whine, she stomped her foot, closing her eyes tight as she tried to fight back from thinking of him like that. It felt so shameful, like she was no better than a common pervert to think that way about Fred. Shaking her head, she used all her brain power to push the impure thoughts out, which she was successfully able to do.

Given the large amounts of aphrodisiacs he had mixed in, she figured they had less than 30 minutes before the effects became irreversible. No matter how fast her and Fred worked, she would still be dead before he figured the correct concoction. The only solution was that they had to have sex now. Eyes widening, she felt a new emotion besides instensely building lust, dread.

“We don’t have fucking time,” she cursed, her breathing becoming more labored as she tried to speak, “we have to do it.”

“It?!”

“It!!!” She shot back, already moving to throw her shirt off her body, exposing him to the way her chest heaved.

Fred nearly had a heart attack seeing her chest. It wasn’t like he was a virgin or anything, he had seen his fair share of tits, but this was his best friend. His insanely hot best friend he has had a massive thing for for years now, but still his best friend. His best friends who was surprisingly good at removing her clothes as fast as she can, most of her clothes now thrown about his office. His best friend who looked as if she was going to jump him any second now.

“We don’t have time for you to guess who to brew the antidote, unless you’d rather I die than fuck me.” Her voice was strained, trying hard to focus on her words than succumbing to the lust.

Fred didn’t respond immediately, causing her to look at him, worried he might just let her die rather than fuck her. Most of her clothes were already thrown around the room, she felt way too exposed for a serious moment like this. Raising her eyebrows, she shot him a concerned look, silently pleading that he wouldn’t just let her suffer for his mistake. It seemed to have knocked some sense into Fred, who quickly responded.

“Right,” he stuttered out, “you’re right.” He quickly said, beginning to unbutton his shirt, his mind racing with a million thoughts. “I am so bloody sorry, (Y/n).”

“Shut up, if you get all sad and shit it’ll be difficult for you to get hard.” She replied, trying her best to seem cold and calculated. Her thoughts were only occupied on getting this done as soon as possible, no need for feelings. “You can think of ways to make this up to me after I’m no longer dying.”

“Wait,” Fred said, making (Y/n) stop in her tracks, “let me just…” he reached over, pushing her close to him before apperating them both into the apartment above the store, right in his room. “This will be better.”

The environment from his office to his room was definitely better, no longer could they hear the muffled sounds of customers from within the store. Fred’s room was messy, clearly he hadn’t assumed this would be how his day would be going. As he threw his clothes onto the floor where the rest of his laundry seemed to end up, he tried to think of sexy thoughts to get himself aroused. But looking back at his friend, who was giving him the most fuckable bedroom eyes he had ever seen did the trick.

(Y/n) ripped off her underwear, tossing them into the room before laying on the bed, crawling backwards as she let out a shaky moan, her mind unable to fight off the lustful thoughts anymore. Her hand reached between her legs, trying to relieve some of the pressure, but only making her more needy. Some part of her felt humiliated, to be reduced this easily from a potion, no longer able to spit out any kind of insult at him as she stared up at him. All she was able to do was speak directly from her lust, not able to cover it up with any kind of quick witted reply as she normally would.

“Fuck,” she shakily moaned, her eyes then locking onto Fred’s, “need you. Badly.”

Now, here’s how Fred’s usual hook ups turn out. He charms them into his bed and then shows them how it’s done. Never in his life had he ever been lost for words, yet a situation like this rarely occurs. So you must forgive him for not knowing what to do watching his best friend of over ten years touch herself and talk to him like that.

Fred made his way to the bed, sliding in between her parted thighs. He felt like a total prat for even struggling to take control of the situation and fuck her. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Fred steadied himself, reaching down to stroke himself a few times. His cock stood tall and proud, making her clench in need as she looked down.

As he lined himself up with her entrance, he found the situation awkward given their history. She deserved better than a standard fuck, a little romance and, though he hates to say it, a little passion. Looking down at her, his hair falling perfectly over his face, he spoke.

“Can I kiss you?”

(Y/n) looked at him incredulously, already completely naked in front of him. The rational part of her brain wanted to tell him no, to keep their feelings out of this and just do what they have to to keep her from an early grave. But god, did she want to kiss him. To not feel like this decision is inevitably going to ruin your friendship.

She quickly nodded her head, her lust answering for her as she shot forward, wrapping her arms around his neck.

It should’ve been awkward, like kissing a sibling. They both should’ve hated the kiss, but instead it was electrifying. Their mouths melded perfectly together, as if they were meant to be.

As they made out, Fred got to work, rubbing the tip of his cock against her cunt, trying to coat it in her slick before he slid in. His eyes almost rolled back when he felt just got wet she already was, groaning into her mouth as his hips subconsciously pushed forward. (Y/n) whined against his mouth, her eyes screwing up as the tip of his cock bumped into her inflamed clit, mumbling out his name.

It was all too much, her body felt on fire as she began to beg him to fuck her, tears welling as the potion came to a head. Her head was swimming with lust as she felt his length press against her.

Fred began to push in, trying to go as slow as possible. God, it felt way too good to be true, as if she was meant for him the way she perfectly sucked him in. As he pulled back from the kiss, he couldn’t help but watch the way he stretched her open.

“You feel s’good,” Fred groaned as he was fully sheathed in her.

“Fred-,” her voice called out, the air from her lungs having been knocked out from the feeling. Her nails were digging into his back as she felt him bottom out, his words almost too much to hear at the same time. “Move. Move now, need it,” it would’ve sound like her usually bossy tone if it wasn’t as whiney as it had been.

His hips moved back, almost agonizingly slow before snapping forward with enough force to move her up the bed. She couldn’t tell if it was the potion or if Fred was actually this good in bed, but it was driving her crazy how good she felt. A part of her feared she may be ruined for life, that nobody else would ever make her feel this good ever again. Not that she’d ever admit that to him, his ego already too inflated for his own good.

“Need me that bad that you’ll beg for it?” He smugly spoke, his hips snapping forward to accentuate his point. “Need me to fuck you nice and hard?” He teased, clearly not feeling as awkward as he once did.

Reaching out, his finger masterfully found its way to her clit, swirling around it. (Y/n) threw her head back, loudly whining as she ground against him. Her hands went to cover her face, embarrassed that she knew the potion wasn’t entirely to blame for how horny she felt in this moment. That fucking her best friend was better than any rumor she had ever heard.

“Come on, tell me how good you feel, (Y/n).”

God, did she want to smack him upside his smug head, to wipe that grin off the cocky bastards face. But she couldn’t hide the way his words made her feel, how he cunt clenched tightly around him each time he spoke. Bringing her arm over her face, she attempted to hide from him, too flustered by his dirty talk. Nobody had ever talked to her like this and she definitely didn’t expect Fred would be the one to do so.

His hips started to slow, causing her eyes to snap open. Panic began to rise in her chest, both sides of her brain not wanting this to stop. It was a bluff, he felt way too good to stop. And he didn’t want her to die either.

“Need you to tell me how bad you want this cock.”

Exasperated by his sudden need to hear her, she let her lust driven brain speak freely. Throwing her head back, she didn’t even filter her thoughts out.

“Please fuck me, need to feel you fill me up. Feels so fucking good, Fred.” Her hips attempted to grind up against his, but felt his hand hold her down. “Wanted this, wanted to feel you stretch me out for so long.”

“You’re so bloody perfect.” Fred’s his snapped back into hers, a new sense of vigor taking over as he pounded into her. “Gonna make this pussy mine.”

His eyes met hers and for the first time they saw each other since this whole mess started. She stared up at him with her pupils blown out in lust, but with so much trust in him.

His hips stuttered as he felt unbelievably close, his mouth opening as his eyes shut, letting out a groan. “Oh, fuck. Feels so good. Not gonna last much longer.”

As he spoke, her hips began to rise, grinding against his groin as she met his thrusts. The deep need to release filling her mind to the brim. Her head moved to look at the clock on the wall, but Fred’s hand moved to stop her from looking.

“Focus on me,” he spoke, his voice deep as his hips began to hammer into her harder, “just focus on me.”

Looking into his eyes, seeing how he looked at her for the first time was eye opening. All the love and adoration he felt for her as his hips continued to pound into her made her legs lock around him, keeping him in place. Throwing her head back, her vision turned white, her voice cracking from the intensity she felt as her body tensed up around him, finally releasing.

And Fred was right, this was one of the best orgasms of her life. Mind shattering, earth breaking, pure bliss from such a tiny vial of poison.

His hips began to slow as she clenched around him, sucking him deep. Feeling him twitch inside her as he shot his load into her, his hips pressing firmly against hers as he released his seed. Her eyes clenched shut and her nails dug into his shoulder blades, hard enough to leave marks.

Unexpectedly, he leaned down, pressing a passionate kiss to her lips, his hips still pressed firmly against her. (Y/n)’s hands flew to his hair, tangling into his ginger locks as she kissed back, riding out their climaxes together.

Once the emotions came down, he rested his forehead against hers, savoring the remaining moments before he had to pull away. Looking back down, he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, then pulling out, apologizing as he saw her wince at the feeling.

As Fred pulled out, (Y/n) felt her body begin to feel normal again, no longer under the control of the potion. Between the mix of sweat and the feeling of his cum leaking out of her, she felt that her thoughts were finally hers, no longer clouded by lust. Looking over, she saw Fred running a hand through his hair, seeing him in entirely new light than before. And suddenly everything made sense to her.

All those failed dates, countless nights spent wondering why nobody ever made her feel like this. It all clicked into place in her mind.

They were both laid in Fred’s bed, staring at the ceiling, coming to terms with everything they just did. No longer with the looming threat of death, it gave them a moment to reflect on what this meant for them. It was clear that they could not ignore this and move on from it, not when they both felt the same.

Fred makes the first move, moving closer to her, doing that thing where he pokes at her head when she’s over thinking. He gets one of those smiles that just lights up the room before he speaks to her.

“Soooo… round two?” Fred half heartedly joked.

Her hands reach to grab her pillow and push it into his face, softly smothering him. She playful pulled away from his embrace, needing to run to the bathroom to clean the mess.

“Shut up, I need to get cleaned up.” She spoke, trying to sound irritated but the smile on her face betrayed her.

He playfully reached out, missing her warmth next to him as she searched the room for something to cover herself with.

“Hopefully that afternoon crowd will keep George busy, because I’m not done with you.” Fred yells after her, laughing at her embarrassment as she wrapped a blanket around her and ran down the hall to his bathroom. “I have years to make up for not doing this.”

“Yeah, you can think of ways to make up for nearly killing me while your waiting.”

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[heartofbusan]

One day, I hope we get a bangtan bomb of Jimin sitting in a little production office with a laptop in front of him, sorting through cute overniggt stays with the production crew for his little getaways with Jungkook

Most people might not realize it, but Jimin played an integral part in planning these trips. He ensured they had great restaurants to visit, arranging for a motorcycle, being able to go on adventures, a yacht, and selecting fun activities like kayaking and indoor rock climbing and karting. He had the time to do all this while Jungkook was busy being lived by his schedule. Furthermore, Jimin has the intrinsic need to take care of Jungkook's mental health by making sure he takes time off to unwind.

The whole of AYS?! contained all of the things Jimin knew Jungkook wouldn't personally have made time for, even though he loves them while he's doing them.

Like Namjoon and Seokjin discussed, Jimin is the one to take Jungkook on adventures, to open up his world to experience something other than being a homebody. If that isn't the perfect combination of two personalities, then I don't know what is.

Let's break it down. Cutely.

Jungkook loves adventure. Jimin loves Jungkook to go on adventures. Jungkook loves eating. Jimin loves Jungkook to eat well. Jungkook loves to ride motorcycles. Jimin wants him to do it safely. Jungkook loves nature. Jimin is a wood fairy. Jungkook doesn’t like to embarrass himself. Jimin will laugh at him because making mistakes is human and a good way to remind him to stay humble. Jungkook loves to cuddle. Jimin loves to keep him warm, even if it is through a stomach bug induced fever. Jungkook loves boxing. Jimin's nose would like a word. Jungkook loves to feel unburdened and normal. Jimin will take him to sea to live out his Jack Dawson fantasies. Jungkook loves snowboarding. Jimin wants to excel in that which he sets his mind to and isn't afraid of switching mediums to still feel accomplished. Jungkook loves to soak. Jimin loves to soak. Being dressed for it was sadly mandatory. Jungkook loves to cook for Jimin. Jimin loves to eat what Jungkook serves him. And well. Jungkook loves to drink but will refrain when it isn't convenient. Jimin loves soju but isn't opposed to beer and whiskey because that's what Jungkook loves. Jungkook loves to pretend he's a stranger being flirted with. Jimin loves to approach a dark and handsome boy to talk him up, be it in a bar, or a (little) boat. The authorities are a different kink altogether. Jungkook needs to put on sunscreen. Jimin too, but on Jungkook. Jungkook loves to shop. Jimin loves to make him laugh by being silly in a store. Jungkook loves snacks. Jimin loves to push around a shopping cart until the man finds his holy grail, but he will complain while doing it. Jungkook loves to tease Jimin. Jimin loves the attention, but he will complain while getting it. Jungkook loves to take care of camera angles and audio equipment. Jimin has accepted the presence of a tiny camera in his personal space. Jungkook loves to watch Jimin being silly or sleepy or confident. Jimin loves to be unapologetically himself and is happy he can whenever he is around Jungkook. Jungkook loves smooth legs. Jimin arrives prepped and ready to roll. 💜 💛

Jungkook loves Jimin.

Jimin loves Jungkook.

And being together is more important than choosing a less difficult hardship. Being able to speak without words, just by a look, a touch, a gesture, is more valuable than anything else they have to endure.

[re-whump]

Pest Treatment (1?)

no editing we die like mice but oops some of those mice were also people

an exterminator meets a borrower or two; a borrower has a very rough evening

cw: whump, tiny whumpee, carewhumper, animal death (mice), death/dead body (look, one of the main characters is an exterminator), some very callous handling of the dead, poisoning, kidnapping/capture, you know normal meetcute stuff

It was the last visit at the end of a long day, and Rich had volunteered himself to speak with their client, leaving Frankie to get down on her aching knees to check the traps they’d left out earlier this week. She shouldn’t complain. The client was a old creep and she was way too young to be bitching about her joints.

So far, she’d found three dead mice so far, which was more than she’d been expecting, really. For all the man’s complaints of nighttime noise and ruined food, she and Rich had hardly seen any actual signs of rodent activity, never mind a full-blown infestation. She slipped into the garage, where they’d seen most of the pellets.

She didn’t expect to find…this…waiting in one of the traps. Frankie didn’t know what it was or how it got there or exactly how guilty she needed to feel about it. She didn’t want to touch it. She didn’t want to find out that it was real. There plenty of blood on her hands, that was the nature of pest control, but it was animal blood, not…

It looked like a man.

She hollered for Rich. He’d been working in the field for much longer than she had, long enough to have encountered just about anything infesting these parts. If nothing else, he could confirm she wasn’t hallucinating. He excused himself from his chat with the homeowner and joined her in the garage.

“Need something, Francesca?”

She was too disturbed to bother to scowl at the long form of her name.

“Am I…? What am I looking at here?” Frankie asked, gesturing to the dead thing.

A closer examination just made her stomach turn. The thing in the trap was either some kind of tiny human or a sick doll set up as a prank. Its face, barely the size of her fingertip, was a snapshot of shock and agony, gone still with death. The snap-trap’s bar had crashed down over the tiny man’s middle and shattered his spine. Her stomach lurched and she couldn’t look away.

It was no dead mouse, but a murder scene and Rich barely flinched. The corner of his lip twitched down and he shook his head.

“Ah, hell. I’ve never seen one dumb enough to walk into a trap. Poor thing must’ve been desperate,” Rich said regretfully.

“You’ve seen this before? What is it? Was he…?” her voice struggled to make it up her throat.

“A person? Maybe. Or some kinda fairy, I think, they’re not much for talking. It’s usually best to just let them be, I’ve found. They leave on their own once we start setting out poison,” Rich said.

He told her to go take a quick break, maybe wash up a bit. The job was almost done anyway, it wouldn’t be so bad to finish it alone. She hesitated with the knee-jerk sense that she had to prove herself capable. There was little Frankie hated more than being dismissed as weak and she hadn’t yet been at this job long enough to build up a solid reputation to defend herself with.

But she could feel the blood on her hands even through her gloves and that felt like a sign of bad mental health to come if she tried to ignore this guilt. She went inside to hide out in the bathroom for a moment to clean her hands and clear her head.

What did Rich mean, that it had maybe been a person? It sure looked like one. They went out of their way to keep poisons inaccessible to non-target species, but they weren’t worried about these maybe-people? Maybe the maybe was a trick meant to knock the sin down from murder, but that thought was even more upsetting. She could throw up.

She wondered if there were others. There had to be, right, if Rich had seen them before? Should they be putting out signs or…how close to human were they? How many had they killed? Had she killed?

She took off her gloves and washed her sweating hands. The mental image of that face couldn’t be cleaned away. She swallowed hard. She hadn’t done anything wrong. She’d set out mouse traps, per her job, and somehow that thing—the man—had crawled into reality and stumbled into one. She didn’t have any reason to feel guilty. She scrubbed harder, digging at her skin until she had almost convinced herself to let it go.

She took a deep breath to go back to work when she heard a soft thud, like the soap slipping off its tray and into the sink basin. Frankie turned around to fix it and nearly jumped out of her skin. There was another one there, one of the maybe-people mouse-folk, lying flat on her stomach in the sink. She was a bit larger than the other, fat as a rat, but she was also alive. She pushed herself up to her knees with shaking arms, and clutched her gut in misery. It took her a moment to notice Frankie looking down at her, but when she did, she shuddered.

“H-help,” she gasped. Frankie swore she heard the word within the creature’s labored breathes.

This one, Frankie decided, this one she could save.

-

Starling sat beside her husband’s body and wished she felt more heartbroken. Her hands shook as she felt for signs of life and again found none. She ought to grieve, to cry, but she hardly had the space for it. She was disgusted. Furious. Sick. Exhausted.

He’d tried to kill them all, and, damn it all, she had helped. She had baked his poison into something more palatable and served it up to the whole brood.

“Did you know?” she whispered. Her throat burned. He had lived outside before they met each other. He should’ve known what rat bait looked like.

Some kinda protein bar, he had said. Found it outside. Guess someone dropped it while they were working, lucky for us.

And Starling had believed him. As if borrowers ever got lucky. There was something odd about the block, the proportions maybe, the color, but the humans dyed their food all sorts of bright colors and this had had nuts in it and they hadn’t found any real food in days and she was scraping crumbs of crumbs out of the pantry and something had to be better than nothing.

They should have left when the mice came inside, when the old man started locking down the kitchen. They should have left when the exterminators came and laid siege to the property. But Starling’s family, self included, was proud and long-established in the old home.

She gave her husband’s frozen hand a final squeeze and stumbled to her feet. Her head swam as she moved. Her body begged her to lay back down. Across the room, her mother wasn’t moving. Her sister moaned about the pain, and their cousin collapsed when he tried to stand. He couldn’t speak when she tried to help him and she fled.

She was a terrible person for it, but she couldn’t stop herself. She couldn’t face this. She was too scared to see who was gone and who was on their way out and afraid to hope there was anyone else left.

She’d eaten last, which meant she’d eaten the least, so as terrible as she felt, it was safe to assume everyone else had it worse. Maybe if she just, if she could throw up, she might…maybe she could find something to fix this.

Vomiting didn’t help, at least not enough. She was still so weak she was shaking and now her mouth tasted of bile. She kept going, further and further from her home within the walls. Her vision blurred with dizziness and tears.

She fumbled her way down towards a bathroom in search of soap and clean water to get this taste out of her mouth, at least. But getting there had been exhausting and her coordination was getting worse and worse. She grabbed scraped off a bit of soap then tripped into the hard basin below.

She pushed herself up and froze as a shadow swallowed up the light. As a living mountain, a colossus, a human stared down at her. The most notorious predator in the world. It smelled like sanitizer and bug spray.

Starling was so damn sick, she hadn’t even noticed the human was in here until it was staring down at her. Hadn’t thought twice about the wet soap, about the light. Was too dizzy to think much about the noise, since everything was already too loud. She tried unsuccessfully to get up and run. All she could do was tremble and pray for rescue.

“H-help,” she gasped.

But of course no one could help her. She had run away from her responsibility to her family and she would face her consequences alone

[transformers-spike]

This is kinda a questionable question but I figured who else to ask other than transformers-spike. What are cybertronian spikes like? Are they also metal? Or are they a different material and softer than the rest of their body? Since they’re still aliens and not just robots that’s something that keeps me up at night. Is it possible for it to have a silicone feel? Is it surprisingly organic for an overall mechanical species. Same question for valves. What do you think they’re like? Is it metal? Does have multiple metal moving parts on the inside that contract during interface? Or are the functional base mechanics metal but have some sort of softer material coating for pleasure. Is the color and look of spikes and valves dependent on their paint jobs or most similar to a part you’d find in a car (where it’s just gray metal? Would it be closer to a how a human’s look or are they more wild looking? Considering they’re not human. But then again we do have similar features. Or is it a some will have closer resembling spikes and valves to humans while others don’t situation? Does the type of mech you are affect how it looks? Are spikes and valves customizable? Detachable spikes? Do they have special features like vibrating?

Lmao this is a fantastic question! Well-explained too. @drunkeninlovesailor says she wants to kiss you on the mouth for this, anon.

I've mentioned part of these headcanons in Blueberry Drizzle featuring best boy Knock Out. I'll split my ideas between two categories. TFP and TFA. TFP (at least per my headcanons) has spikes technically made of metal, but metal as in whatever the hell transformers are made of (Transformium?), including dermamesh and protomatter. Dermamesh is what the valve lips are made of (giving them a chewy and softer consistency), but it also covers the spike (especially the tip to protect it, while the rest of the member has a lighter coating). However, the internal casing is made of protomatter, which is way more durable. I assume the surface texture is more akin to silicone? But it also depends on the bot. Ridges are a thing as well, and with only a thin dermamesh cover, they irritate human genitals if lubricant isn't used, they can even mutilate them if the interface is too rough and no lube is used. Valves produce a huge amount of transfluid for this reason alone, and they're extremely durable (as in the dermamesh cannot be easily pierced and the valve structure can withstand almost any impact. Valves have pistons controlling their inner walls. This helps them stretch quite a bit to accommodate spikes - and quickly go back to their normal state after interface. Of course, they clamp down during overload. I assume the insides of the valve are made of dermamesh, probably "puffier" compared to the outer lips. Usually there are multiple layers of gummy-like bristles inside of the valve. They can both stimulate and be stimulated in return. TFP in particular has the wildest-looking interface arrays. Every bot is so unique by design, I wouldn't be surprised if almost every spike/valve was different. The color depends on the bot's natural mesh, but it can also be whatever. I personally like making them alien-like in design, so as long as its phallic-shaped it works. They can also get pretty wild, like Dreadwing and Skyquake having knots. Biolights are pretty common, but some frame classes (like the miners) don't have them (and Megatron's spike went from grey and red to grey and purple because of the dark energon he already consumed in the books - yes i guess unicron can change the color of your dick don't ask) Yeah I assume frame types may have specific spike traits in common, but it's not always a guarantee. TFA to me has add-ons. Aka their initial form of interface was through messing with hypersensitive wires. Extremely messy to deal with since transfluid was being produced inside of their frames, and putting important wires back was complicated and even dangerous if you fucked up enough times. Nowadays they've morphed into installing more "Organic-like" interface arrays, where the transfluid their frames produce is being rerouted to their their valves/spike. So on Cybertron you can change your array however you want. Still sticking to something generally phallic in shape though. Decepticons however have met more alien species since their exile, which means the slowly developing interface-market at the time got even wilder. Sky's the limit. Blitzwing with a tentacle dick, Blackarachnia with an ovipositor - no one can stop them! Also bots can change up their spikes like jewelry so... the features can get pretty wild depending on your budget . The best part tho is being able to choose the size. Everyone can interface with everyone

[scliffe]

I quite agree that the Midfords (and even Madam Red) would have most likely been more worried about him if he came back as o!Ciel especially due to his known health issues, but I like to think that the reason why they didn’t step in to take care of him was because Ciel himself refused them; and not due to any lack of love or care on their part.

As far as I remember, the first person that Ciel visited after contracting Sebastian was Madam Red; and it was only because he had no idea where his own home was and she was the easiest person to find. He also didn’t let her accompany him to the Phantomhive estate and we know Sebastian has it rebuilt overnight.

Aside from needing his own space to mentally process his situation, Ciel was likely also staying away from his relatives to hide both his and Sebastian’s oddity—since Sebastian was very clearly not used to being around humans much. Since he was faking his brother’s identity, the smart thing to do was keep his distance for a while so any changes in “Ciel’s” personality became less noticeable. (Even then, he still couldn’t keep this secret from Tanaka, who’s already lived with him both before and after the massacre—though Tanaka pretended not to notice.)

So I think Ciel could be quite obstinate in refusing the care his relatives could have offered him—he has a lot of logical reasons to. I don’t think they could have stopped him from getting involved with the underworld either; Ciel might have been very young at the time, but he was also a nobility and in a very special position as a Phantomhive. Regardless of the normal inheritance law for the Earl title; I assume the title of the watchdog of the Queen will be somewhat special since it’s responsibilities are not something that can be entrusted to any legal guardian; so he has to be acknowledged by the Queen herself for this—and it needs to be by his own ability (Sebastian is of course included as his own). After that, he’s pretty much outside of anyone else’s control or influence—other than the Queen’s; in official capacity.

Regardless of how the Midfords might have felt about it, I don’t think this is something they could have stopped or interfered with. At most, the Midfords could only assist him in managing the land since he was underage; but since he has mentioned about reclaiming the land and property, presumably these things too; aren’t just immediately handed down to him, but instead are things that he has spent time and effort on—in order to be entrusted with them. It was also mentioned that he is very capable in his lord duties, so there is really no reason—nor space—for the Midfords to meddle in at all.

TL;DR, I see no reason to assume that Ciel was neglected by his family, when it’s very likely that this was the path he has chosen for himself—and he is doing spectacularly well on it too; so they’re not given any space to interfere. As you said; (how they act towards him) would not have really mattered in the long run anyway, and I think it would even be a discredit to assume that they just let him do anything instead of they couldn’t have possibly stopped him even if they wanted to.

Ciel in this chapter is so awe-inspiring and phenomenal because… who the hell steals someone’s identity then gets mad at the person when they want their name back? Earl Ciel Phantomhive, that’s who.

Is it understandable emotionally? Of course. He worked very hard to reclaim the title and the lands; even putting up his own soul as a collateral to the demon. Even if r!Ciel had survived, there is no guarantee he could have done as good a job as our Ciel did. But it’s also… hilarious?? Just unthinkable to any common person.

Look at The Audacity™ of this little young master 😭 yes, that’s definitely the child who collared Sebastian… no one else could be like him.

[andauserene]

Can i request shattered glass reader that is an autobot, and the normal version are good friends with the normal autobots, and shattered version meet the normal autobots and decepticons?, i really dont mind which characters, i like whoever :)))

( I love your oshi no ko reader fic btw :33 )

No pressure lol!!

A/N : Hello anon! I've seen your request but unfortunately, I'm pretty busy and cannot find time to properly think of an idea, butttttttt now I can and sorry if this isn't what you wanted. :) And also, I'm very happy you're willing to reach out to me and asked. I'll answer everyone's submissions and requests, but it'll take time. My active hours are mostly day time, or afternoon, and probably Friday to Sunday. Thanks again!!🫶🏻

Warning!! : A little bit OOC. Maybe not related to the main storyline. Mostly hcs and mini scenarios. Gore, mentions of blood, murder or death of minor characters, mentions of abuse (mentally and physically), dark themes, me being a bit suggestive in this story. *wink wink* ;)

Shattered Glass x Normal AU

Optronix Prime (SG)

You were Optronix's most trusted righthand bot, often comes out with a very effective and efficient plan that makes the merciless Prime always praises your skills, and makes a you a role model to the other Autobots.

"Do you see how [Y/N] took down that Decepticon alone? That is how you all must do in the battlefield."

You of course follow his rules and orders, often carrying out important missions he couldn't just tell someone else to do.

And you'll return to him with nothing but victory and glory. And some of the cons' heads.

It's soon becomes clear to you that due to his darker side, he's very manipulative and possessive of you.

It was quiet scary, Optronix never thought he'll find someone he could rely on without having a processor ache just from thinking what could possibly gone wrong.

He adores you with Words of Affirmation, Gift Giving, and Quality Time. That are his love languages for you. :)

As for your love languages? May be vary, but he appreciates them.

But shhhh, one thing I'll tell you ; Optronix absolutely adores Acts of Service and Physical Touches from you.

Your servos and digits caress and massage him so good that he swore he will literally have you as his Conjunx Endura.

Don't get it wrong, he's very sore and have pained wires and coils, to the point you sometimes let out an inaudible wince at how hardworking the Dark Prime is.

When facing dangers, your opponent or archenemy is probably Soundwave.

The kind, loyal, and patient 'con whom take care of the humans really well. Thinking about him makes you feel sick.

And don't worry, Optronix will annihilate him. After all, what's a good Conjunx if not helping their Sparkmate?

Just be careful though, when it comes to berth, safe to say that he'll take all parts of the bed and you. ;))

Goldbug (SG)

Do you even know him? Now you do. :)

He thinks you're cute as hell, but says or shows nothing about it.

When Optronix paired you with him, he just nods and then walks away, expecting you to follow him.

Bonus if you look like a clumsy, cutesy lil' bot and maniac, sadistic, psycho the next.

Goldbug doesn't show it, but he clearly likes how you're so small compared to him. I mean, look at the second pic of him! If he's small in normal AU, then he's def taller in SG.

Will try to impress you by showing a bit of his personality, which he very rarely shows to make you feel honored.

Once he's sure about it, he will comm-link you out of blue and make it as if he's in need of help.

Bumblebee is a mischievous mech, so I don't think Goldbug is different. He's just good at hiding his personality.

So when you panicked, thinking he's dead, he will suddenly woken up and kneel in front of you.

Goldbug is surprisingly gentle as he holds both of your servos and asks you tp be his Conjunx Endura.

Now, there are two scenarios :

One, you accept and jump to his servos, but not before you slap his arm quite harshly as your cry errupts. Goldbug wouldn't mind, knowing you're caring towards him.

Probably into saying things like, "Oho, scared of my death, aren't you?" and "Don't worry about me sweetspark. How about worry for your lil' self? 'Cause I ain't leave that beautiful frame of yours unclaimed." :>>

Two, you will stare at him dumbfounded before you turn around and walk away, making Goldbug stares at you in disbelief and hurt before-

-you jump at him and say "Yes!" multiple times. And "Please don't do that, my Spark almost jump out of my Sparkchamber..." as you sniffle in his arms. :'^

From that day on, as you fight with a few Decepticons, Goldbug secretly talks about you to a barely alive 'Con that you're his Sparkmate for life, Conjunx Endura forever, and not a single soul should be bless with her affection as he does.

Eh, nevermind, he thinks.

You'll always be his, now and forever, this life and another life. Nothing will separate you and him, not even time itself.

Optimus Prime (TFP)

You're an Autobot, yet... why is the insignia purple?

Oh scrap that, you're awfully evil for an Autobot! Optimus thinks to himself.

Even when he confronts to you about your acts, you bite back at him by saying "You're so soft and gentle for an Autobot leader, just like Megatronus!"

Hold up- Megatron? Gentle and soft? What?

"What do you mean by that? Megatron is nothing but conquerer and destroyer!" --Optimus to you, in disbelief.

"Optronix, what're you talking about? Megatron is the softest 'Con ever! His loyal Decepticons are fake ambassador of peace and coexistence!" --You to Optimus, thinking he's Optronix, just in different paintjob.

"What?" --Optimus to you in a neutral yet bewildered expression.

Oh, this is interesting. A Decepticon in Autobot's facade, this will be juicy~

When he thinks you're a threat to other Team Prime members, Optimus will definitely catches and arrests you.

Not like in a jail, but in a special room where only the Matrix of Leadership can open. He designed it by himself.

As you grumble about "Let me out!" and "Frag you, Not Optronix!", he will slowly consoles you, distracting you from your distress.

Optimus is very very very patient and gentle mech, often asking your opinion and mind so he can understand you better.

As the time past by, you realize one thing ;

"Scrap. I fell in love with a fake Optronix." --You to yourself, faceplate bright blue in realization and embarrassment that rarely surface.

And Optimus too, in fact, realizes he fell for a fake Autobot.

"I never recall an Autobot awfully evil like her... yes, I will fix her." --Optimus thinks, recalling and planning to fix you. Literally.

When the time is right, when he definitely fixes and changes you, he will request your presence.

With wary eyes from other Team Prime members, especially Arcee, you begin to drive to the destination Optimus asked you to.

"Will you be my Conjunx Endura?" --Optimus kneels in front of you, asking this out of nowhere.

At first, he is a bit shaken by your unsure expression.

But then, he loves it when you actually smile sheepishly and says "Yes, I will." in a cute, quiet tone.

Team Prime is a bit... shocked about this, to say the least, but he, as long as teh Big Boss is happy, they're happy too. :)

Your habits of slaughter, genocide, suicidal, and such have decreased a lot.

And yes, Optimus did changed you. Literally, and... metaphorically. >:)

🍫

Note : I'll divide this to two parts. Part one with SG Optimus and Bumblebae, part two with Original Bumblebae and Autobots. I think I'll use TFP for ori!AU, bcs it's a masterpiece.🫶🏻🧸

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Do not copy my writings! Tag if inspired! Transformers and all related characters are trademark of Hasbro. All rights reserved.

♡~ @sereneisstillhere

♡~ @soundwave-is-far-superior

[iwriteasfotini]

I finished reading Keep My Candle Burning by @keepmycandleburning and I have so much to say. Praise to shout from the rooftops.

I’m someone who likes to read a variety of ships, so if you are my usual Marauders crowd, bear with me. If you are also someone who is open to exploring the FULL range of what fanfiction can offer when it comes to a relationship centered story, I cannot recommend this one enough. 

The nitty gritty: It’s long. 542K words to be approximate. The chapters are LONG. They do have breaks by date and sometimes breaks by scene change, so you can set it down in the middle of a chapter and find your place again, if you remember the words which you left off around. It is told from one POV (hallelujah), Voldemort’s. 

The things I loved about this story:

Medieval feel of the universe

Royal and Clément

Humanizing a villain 

The sacred made mundane

Symbolism and meaningful moments

Relationship dynamics (many queer characters)

The Veela and Dementor lore

Beautiful writing, vivid scenes

Because I have so much to say, I’m breaking this down into three separate posts during which I’ll address everything on the above list in some capacity - some of it will be addressed multiple times. I also wrote those posts as comments to the author, so they read a bit like a letter to them. It was simply too much to post in a single comment on Ao3. 

I’m not going to talk about certain things in depth because I think reading it with little preconceptions in the story is part of what makes it as magical as it is. 

Humanizing a Villain

Keep My Candle Burning Universe

Timelessness

Who would I recommend this story to?

Everyone who enjoys humanizing a villain or a monster. I’m a Marauders fan. I have Marauder’s brain rot as bad as anyone. Jegulus, Wolfstar, Rosekiller, Drarry, Lily with almost anyone (But I’m a Snily shipper at heart)... those are my go to ships. What was I thinking diving into a Bellamort fic? The same thing I was thinking when I started reading Manacled (my first ever fanfiction read). Why not!!!! And I am so glad I didn’t limit myself because this story is about Voldemort and he’s the villain of the series. 

Two things I want everyone who reads Voldemort fanfiction (or really any fanfiction) to remember. 

First, the man’s name is Voldemort. This is his chosen name. To call him Tom or Riddle is a refusal to acknowledge his true person. I learned this from the author of Keep My Candle Burning pointing it out to me. But I feel in many areas of fandom, the default is to refer to him as Tom or Riddle. This is something Dumbledore does intentionally to belittle the man. It is something Harry learned directly from Dumbledore. Voldemort would never think of himself as Tom. It took me a while to adjust to this, but I am now fully on board. The best post I ever read about it paralleled him to a trans person. A refusal to use a trans person’s chosen name or pronouns is a refusal to accept the way they wish to present to the world. To deny Voldemort his name is the same thing. The man sees himself as Voldemort. That being said, his name is so taboo most people just call him You-Know-Who! And the Death Eaters call him my Lord or Master. 

Second, the characters an author writes are not a reflection of who they are as a person. Do you believe all authors who write horror thrillers are people who want to go out and terrorize the populace with a chainsaw? Absolutely not. So when reading something which is at times disturbing, or uncomfortable, or presents violent acts as part of a normal DE meeting… remember it isn’t the author praising or condoning this behavior. A character in a story is just that, a character. A person who writes a villain is not a villain themself. It feels ridiculous to have to call this out, but even I found myself wondering if I was supposed to like Voldemort in this story. And having read the entire thing and bawled my eyes out at the ending, I realized there are times when I was meant to like and connect with him and times when I was supposed to be appalled and disgusted by him. Both of those things can happen in the same work! And to achieve this says nothing about the author except they can write REALLY well. 

[absolutelyzoned]

every time a stoic closed off male character is written as a perverted freak an angel blows their brains out

[ruporas]

dragon meat, you, and me

[fritzes]

andy roddick the tennis world doesn't deserve you

[moondharse]

Looking back at the "severe" social anxiety diagnosis I got as a teen ..

It's like, if I went to a therapist and said: "I do not like being stabbed with knives. I do activly avoid situations that involve me being stabbed with knives. When I have to face a situation where I can expect to be stabbed with knives, I dread it and can sometimes not bring myself to pull through, no matter how much I want to reap the benefit I am after, that requires the situation."

And the therapist went: "Oh, so you're irrationally afraid of people. Got it."

[barbatos-sama]

something that kinda bothered me was that when the mc met citali they acted surprised by the concept that someone could be real old but look young. you've met so many immortals how on earth does it confuse you by this point. i'm about to name every character i know in this game who is over 100 years old let's go:

zhongli: 6000+ (stated clearly in lore)

ganyu/xianyun/xiao: 3700+ (were all present when guizhong died 3700 years ago)

venti: 2600+

ei: 2000+ (archon war ended around 2k years ago and it's inferred makoto was the original electro archon)

nahida/furina/neuvillette/scara/miko/albedo/sigewinne: 400-500+ (stated in lore/inferred like miko having 5 tails, kitsune having 1 tail per century they've lived)

faruzan/qiqi: exact age bracket unclear but 100+ at least

did u like forget you met half the characters in this game my man

[unnerving-presence]

lowkey annoying how the same people who say “wesker would not say he loves you” and accuse people who say that of making wesker ooc are the same people who genuinely think he’d kill you for interacting with him, which is also ooc