#a lot more happened but that was the coolest part

[heartoftherevel]

Bear with me, but I only really started understanding this impulse in myself after I started thinking about writing in the same way I think about dance (specifically, extremely amateur awkward lindy hop). I love dance for its own sake. It makes me feel good, not to mention it keeps me happy and healthy.

BUT lindy hop is a partnered dance. Solo jazz is a lot of fun, but I love dancing with a partner. And when I dance with someone else, we're not just dancing for ourselves anymore, we're dancing for each other. We're sharing an experience and a connection, and beyond the sheer joy of being a human being moving your body to music, that connection is something beautiful in and of itself - it adds a whole other dimension to the experience.

BUT THEN ALSO there's these crazy things that happen at social dances (and in lots of other dance styles but like, I can only talk about lindy hop from personal experience) called jam circles. Basically, the whole community comes together to celebrate either a single dancer/a couple/whatever - people jump in and out of the middle, everyone pulls out their coolest, craziest moves, sometimes the musicians will jump in and we celebrate them too. No longer are you dancing on your own, no longer are you just dancing with a partner, you're instead part of this wild, crazy, transcendent community of people who love dance and music and are just all having a crazy good time, and feeling that love and being a part of something? It's amazing.

So. I have recently been thinking about my writing in terms of these experiences of community and shared expression, and how wonderful it is to do art together as opposed to on your own. And I think as writers, we are very much pressured to put ourselves into this box of 'solitary creative' who doesn't need to be in community with other people to find value in our art. And like, in comparing that to artforms that are more about performance (thinking like - live music, theatre, obviously dance) it seems like an increasingly unnatural framing to me. Especially when you consider that like, writing and stories come from oral story telling traditions.

Creating on your own is fun and valuable, and there is something to be said for crafting something just because you personally find it beautiful and valuable, but art (yes even writing) is also about expression and community and communication. I don't think there's anything shameful about wanting your writing to be something other than a wholly solitary endeavor. I don't 'just' write for myself. I write to be in community and conversation with other human beings, and I find that an extremely fulfilling and rewarding aspect of any art form I pursue.

“First and foremost I’m writing for myself,” I hiss through my teeth, resisting the urge to refresh my email for an Ao3 message for the 100th time.

[exopelagic]

List of my curses:

• Cassandra

• straight boys keep happening to me

[keferon]

I stand by the belief that Drift/Deadlock and Hot Rod would be friends in any universe. Much to the terror of everyone else.

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Deadlock was loosing his mind.

Deadlocks face plates were starting to hurt from the strain of manually stopping himself from reflexively smiling. And why did he have an overwhelming compulsion to smile?

Because: This. Tiny. Minuscule. Absolute Fragging SPECK of a human was somehow radiating more emotion out of his EM field than any other mech that Deadlock has ever met in his life.

And what was that emotion?

"THIS IS THE COOLEST SHIT IVE EVER SEEN IN MY FUCKING LIFE!"

Joy. Pure. Unfiltered. Unrestrained. And completely unreasonable levels of joy.

"RATCHET. RATCHET. HE'S SO COOL."

The mini nuclear reactor was currently shaking the medic by the shoulders, practically vibrating with unspent energy. Seconds ago, Hot Rod had seemingly slagging materialized next to him in an explosion of emotion that damn near knocked Deadlock on his aft. He was currently tempted to swat the little fragger halfway across the hangar to escape the onslaught of unexpected emotions except-

Ratchet had personally brought him in. Even now, the medics field remained calm and collected in the face of what to Deadlock felt like a fragging Sun. He kinda envied humans field numbness right now because it was definitely starting to screw with his processor.

Case in point, Deadlock had to take a click to refocus on what the squishes were talking about.

"No fucking way. Really?!"

“Yes, he really did take down those three quints near the wind farm by himself. Ate one of 'em too.”

"YOU EAT THEM?!?"

Deadlock was expecting disgust, but instead all he could feel was overwhelming awe. His resolve to remain aloof and detached was quickly beginning to crumble before the blast furnace of Hot Rods personality.

A manual override finally failed and Deadlock broke into a wide grin. At least he kept his fangs on prominent display. Equal parts smile and threat.

"Drink, actually."

Deadlock made a conscious effort to take on a more relaxed posture, one that would convey predatory pride and confidence.

"Dude. Dude. Dude."

Hot Rod held his hands to his face, leg rapidly bouncing up and down.

"YOU'RE A FREAKING ROBOT VAMPIRE FROM OUTER SPACE?!"

Before Deadlock could ask what a vampire was, Hot Rod had begun jogging away while screaming incoherently.

"What. What is happening?" Deadlock leaned towards his human, listening to Hot Rod get fainter as he rounded the corner of the hangar.

"About what I expected.” Ratchet grumbled, setting his hands on his hips.

“Roddy is intense as they come but he’s a damn good pilot and an even better friend."

Ratchet pointed a finger at Deadlock.

"Don't tell him I said that."

Hot Rod had become almost inaudible by now but was slowly gaining volume again.

"Right now kid, it's just been you and I. And trust me I enjoy the arrangement. But we can't fight every battle by ourselves. Sometimes you just need help. Sometimes,"

The screaming was quickly gaining decibels.

“You just need a friend.”

A friend.

Huh.

The scarred, defensive, self preserving part of Deadlock protested the thought of being pried open any further. Ratchet had started the process. But, c'mon. It's Ratchet. He scolded his inner self. Ratchet always left things stronger then before. So, maybe. Just a little bit. Deadlock could at least see what was so great about this squishy human.

The screaming returned to its initial volume as Hot Rod rounded the corner and mech. They were pretty sure humans normally breathed more often than that?

Hot Rod came to a stop before the two of them.

Finally gasping in fresh air. His field was absolutely roiling, pretty much all positive emotions but the screaming lap around the building had clearly vented a lot of energy.

"Can you turn into a bat?!"

Deadlock reset his optics, an idea spreading across his processor as he finally let his Em field reciprocate with giddiness and mischief.

Who cares if it's sparkling behavior? It’s fun. He told the Deadlock part of himself.

"Nope. But do you want to know what I can turn into?"

Hot Rod nodded so fast Ratchet looked concerned.

Che-che-chu-klunk.

Hot Rod started screaming again.

This time when when his EM field hit Deadlock he took it all in and reflected it right back. He revved his engine so loudly it shook the windows. Hot Rod was running and jumping in a tight circle around the two of them, radiating Joy Joy Joy Joy. Deadlock swore his field was even effecting Ratchet at this point from the way happy seemed to bounce between the three of them in various shades.

"Can we go for a ride?!"

Hot Rod had stopped by Deadlocks passenger side door. Rapidly looking between Ratchet and Deadlock, clearly uncertain who's permission to ask for.

"Well Doc, do you trust us not to get into trouble?" He wriggled his tires.

"You two? Staying out of trouble? Hell no."

Ratchet rubbed his chin the way he always did when he was trying to stop himself from smiling.

"But as long as you both come back in one piece and before dark... Well I don't see the harm."

Hot Rod gave his loudest "WOOP!" Yet. A feat in it of itself. A scrambled into Deadlocks cabin, forgoing the door entirely to throw himself bodily through the window.

They tore away from Ratchets hangar with a chorus of thanks and a spray of gravel.

———————

It was well after dark by the time the duo rolled into Ratchets hangar. Hot Rod stumbled out into a semi controlled summersault that left him spread eagle on the floor, laughing and panting. While Deadlock smoothly transformed and promptly rolled flat on his back in a similar state of delirium.

They had so much fun. He had so much fun.

When was the last time he'd ever felt like that?

When had he ever felt like that?

Ratchet was upside down frowning at him. No, wait. Smiling.

Happy. Fondness. Proud.

Love.

Deadlock cleared his vents and put a hand over his spark before his chest plates could do something very stupid.

Ratchet turned to the hot mess on the floor.

"I got the couch set up for you. Figured you're gonna stay the night."

Hot Rod stuck his arms straight up, palms open.

"Woo, sleepover!"

His field had finally simmered down to something like coals. A bone deep exhaustion that made Deadlock feel heavy by proxy.

They both gracelessly shuffled onto their respective resting arrangements, Ratchet taking the recliner after dimming all the lights.

Soon enough, all three were in recharge or asleep.

———————

Deadlock started out of recharge with tightly trained silence.

Something was wrong.

Threatened. Stressed. Afraid.

Deadlock seemed dead to the world still. But internally, his systems quickly synced to kill. A skill he had honed over many millennia of unsafe homes and attempted assassinations.

What surprised him was how he already mentally mapped out how to maneuver the humans into the safest location in a fight. Deadlock finally onlined his optics, casting the hangar in an amber glow. His processor clicked and Deadlock realized what was triggering his fight response.

Threatened. Stressed. Afraid.

Hot Rod.

Limbs twisted in fabric, face buried in the crook of the couch. Posture contorted. Breathing uneven. Field pulled in so tight it felt suffocating.

Deadlock loosely knew what a nightmare was.

Ratchet got them sometimes, though he wouldn't admit it until Deadlock made it clear the lack of context was freaking him out a little.

The way Ratchet explained it was that it was essentially a way for the brain to process excess information. Basically the same as defrag but with some weird human side effects because of course there were weird human side effects.

Like whatever was currently happening to Hot Rod.

From previous experience, nudging Ratchet awake usually resulted in a snort or other cut of vocalization. But if there was anything Deadlock had learned it was that Hot Rod did not do anything quietly.

Ratchet was still sleeping on his recliner, but there was a subtle shifting and a pinch to his face. Not a nightmare, Deadlock had learned the pattern, but something was bothering the medic and it threatened to wake him from his much needed rest.

Help.

The wave of desperate emotion spilled out like an overfilled cup.

Right, Hod Rods EM field was freakishly strong. It was restrained for now but Deadlock dreaded what it’d feel like if the dam broke.

He watched Ratchet stir again and. . . Wait.

Could humans pick up on EM fields?

Can’t a deaf mech still feel the vibrations of a song? Couldn’t a blind one still feel the warmth of the sun?

What if?

Deadlock moved as silently as death. Cupping a servo over the pilot. He stopped restricting his field and focused.

Calm.

Hot Rod made another almost vocalization. Like he was trying to yell without enough air.

Calm. Deadlock tried again. Comforting anyone was so, so far from his normal area of expertise. Did he even know what calm was supposed to feel like? What safe was supposed to be? He wracked his memories as Deadlock and abandoned that immediately.

Calm. Safe. Ratchet.

Okay. Deadlock didn’t know how to comfort someone, but Ratchet did. He focused his field again, this time on trying to mimic what he always felt from Ratchet as closely as possible.

Care. Fondness.

Deadlock vented slowly. It felt hollow coming from him. The new field was there but it was weak. Unsupported. Deadlock worried his lip with a fang. Hot Rod simmered.

He vented slowly. Deadlock opened the box at the back of his mind named Drift. He knew what he needed. Everything else could stay but he needed this one feeling. Just one.

The stars were out over Dead End. A brown out had swept the area, leaving everything in the dark. Drift didn’t know the sky could look like that.

The others were gathered around in silent awe. Nobody dared to break the spell. Tomorrow, everything would suck again. Scraping money for the next meal, the next hit, the next chance to live just a little longer.

But for a few fleeting moments, Drift was okay. They were all okay. Because the circles of light around Cybertron said so.

Peace.

Drift let the feeling fill his field. Calm and fondness meant something again.

He thought of his time with Ratchet and Hot Rod. Finding something new in himself.

Protect.

It was like smoke clearing all at once. Hot Rod exhaled deeply in his sleep, field going soft and gentle.

He kept it up, at some point his engine had started purring without him knowing. A pleasant white noise within the hangar. They were okay. Everyone he cared about was okay. He felt peace. Just for now. Just for them.

“Didn’t know you could do that.”

Ratchets voice was thick with sleep. One eye barely cracked to look at him.

“Me too.”

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Part 1

This is long and it’s getting late. Deadlock has an emotional breakthrough and Hot Rod dreams about I dunno, pancakes or something.

-SSTP

Infinitely entertained by the mental image of Ratchet trying to pick someone who he can trust but who will also get along with Kid. And then looking at Hot Rod and being like Yep. That one.

ALSO. Hot Rod having an EM field equivalent of a nuclear fucking reactor is just so👌👌👌 YES HE WOULD. ABSOLUTELY YES HAHAHKFNGM

I never get tired of reading about Roddy and Lock losing their last brain cells when they are together. Anon. Anon look at me. I LOVE YOU ANON. I WILL CHERISH THIS PIECE FOREVER IT BROUGHT ME THE UNMEASURABLE AMOUNT OF JOY THANK YOU FOR SHARING IT

[dashcon-two]

Fundraising for the Canadian Cancer Society

[ALT: A screenshot of the fundraising page for the Canadian cancer society, featuring the DashCon 2 logo]

Hey y’all! 

I’m Avis, the co-founder of DashCon 2, and I’d like to write something a bit more personal than our updates usually get. I want to start off with a huge thank you to all of you, from our mailing list to our tumblr followers. It’s genuinely insane that so many of you wanted tickets that you crashed Simpli Events and sold out 550 tickets in less than 20 minutes. Simone and I initially conceptualized DashCon 2 as a 300-person event, so we’re utterly blown away by just how much attention we’ve received.

Honestly, planning and expanding DashCon has been wild. We’ve always been a small, tight-knit team, and I’m really proud of just how far we’ve gotten. Especially because I almost left the project just a few months into planning.

My mom was diagnosed with cancer last August, and it threw a lot of my plans into uncertainty. It wasn’t the first time she’d battled cancer, and I know too well how hard it is to focus on anything in the face of the inescapable terror of losing her. This is why it means so much to me to announce that DashCon 2 is running a fundraiser for the Canadian Cancer Society. You can donate to our fundraiser at https://fundraisemyway.cancer.ca/campaign/dashcontwo. All donations from this page go directly to them, we couldn’t use any of it if we wanted to.

Thankfully, my mom is now once again cancer-free, but that doesn’t erase the many ways cancer has impacted my family, and the families of many people on the team. Nearly half of all Canadians can expect to be diagnosed with cancer in their lifetime, and the Canadian Cancer Society does incredible work to fund research that actively improves the lives of cancer patients. My mom is probably the strongest, coolest, and kindest woman I know, and the Canadian Cancer Society’s work is part of why she’s still alive. 

Please, if you couldn’t get a ticket, or if you think we’re a scam and didn’t bother, give the Canadian Cancer Society any money you would’ve given us. We’ll be auctioning off merch, ball pit balls, and more in an official raffle, but we encourage you to give directly if you can. Given that our venue fees are paid, we can’t think of a better use for seventeen thousand dollars. DashCon 2 wouldn't be happening without our community's immense outpour of love and support, and we consider it our responsibility to pay it forward.

Moving onto somewhat lighter matters, unfortunately, we won’t be selling any more in-person tickets for DashCon 2. We’ve always wanted DashCon 2 to be a local convention first, and despite all the attention we received, we had trouble gauging how well our following would translate to actual attendance numbers. I’m really sorry that so many of you couldn’t get a ticket, but for now we want to focus on making sure that we run a fun, safe, and accessible event for 500 people before we move to a larger venue. 

However, all hope is not lost! We’ve thrown ourselves into expanding our plans for virtual DashCon 2! We promise we’ll start selling tickets soon, but for now I can tell you that we’re planning to run a great selection of virtual panels, stream some of the larger in person-panels, and maybe even stream a duel (if such a thing occurs). A portion of all virtual ticket sales will be donated to the Canadian Cancer Society. 

Thank you once again for all your support. Again, you can find our fundraiser at https://fundraisemyway.cancer.ca/campaign/dashcontwo. 

Thanks for everything,

Avis | DashCon 2 Co-Founder

[lynnsmix]

ROGUE TAMER ⋆˙⟡ h. haddock x reader

summary : Finding other Vikings who rode dragons was naturally a shock for Hiccup and the others—no-less a dragon tamer who subdued the rage of a literal Screaming Death.

word count : 7.4k words

tags : rtte!hiccup, fem!reader, herbalist!reader, exile!reader, dragonrider!reader, fluff, awkward teen romance, no use of y/n or (name)

author's notes : bro taming dragons has been on my mind all week + the screaming death and how it would react if it had a rider so i was like. . . omg i forgot i have free will lemme whip this shi up 😏🙏🏻

Ruffnut and Tuffnut—The embodiment of mischief and trouble. Whenever the Dragon Riders were assigned to doing tasks like fetching water, checking for intruders, scoping out other islands, the twins would either let the task be done by someone else from their circle, or completely stray away from the job at hand.

And they would always have some dumb reason to excuse themselves too; Spouting out that they were focused on a mission given by Loki, or they were blaming each other for distracting them, or they gave out some entirely odd reason that didn't make any sense at all.

Most of what they did and said didn't make a lot of sense, and the others knew that—either choosing to ignore their anecdotes and moving on, or insulting their intelligence, not that it affected them the slightest.

But this time, what they were reasoning for not scoping out their assigned islands properly was something to give attention to—because this was an entirely new reason.

They were currently reporting their findings of the islands near Berk; if anything had gone awry in the islands, such as migration or no sign of the assigned dragon on the island. With everyone finished with presenting what they had observed, the Dragon Academy they were in went silent, the friend group looking at the Thorston Twins until one of them spoke.

"Fireworm Island is fine, no changes there— well, from what we saw up top." Ruffnut nonchalantly reported, her arms crossed with her brother leaning onto their Hideous Zippleback.

"Up top?" Hiccup questioned, his eyebrows furrowed, the hand that he used to pet Toothless halting in curiosity, the Nightfury taking the chance to walk away and play with the Gronckle and Deadly Nadder that were behind them.

"Yeah, we were trying to fly back down, until we saw what was literally the coolest thing to ever see again that we had to follow it," Tuffnut boasted, his hands gesturing largely and exaggeratedly to create suspense, his sister nodding eagerly in agreement, looking at him and back at them.

They had that glint in their eyes that told the others that this was going to be another long-winded goose-chase of a reason.

Assuming they knew where this was going, their bodies went slack, with Astrid rolling her eyes with her arms crossed, Fishlegs shaking his head in disapproval with a hand on his forehead, and Snotlout following suit and groaning. All of it made Hiccup also let out a sign of boredom, breathing out a deep sigh and crossing his arms.

"Oh, here we go again," Snotlout muttered, his hands on each respective hip, his posture tilted to put weight on one foot.

Waiting for Tuffnut's answer, they never expected it would be actually a fair reason—maybe more than fair, dire actually.

"Wait for it. . . The Screaming Death!" His arms went up and tried to scare the others, but their minds stood to attention instead.

"Screaming. . . Death?" Fishlegs squeaked out, his posture going scared.

"It's back?" Astrid dropped her arms to her sides, taking a step closer, her face contorting into horror and concern.

"Why is it when something chaotic happens, it's always you two?" Snotlout chided, but his worried expression gave him away.

Hiccup's lips parted with his eyes narrow, and let a hand out to gesture to Ruffnut and Tuffnut.

"Are you sure you saw it?" The brunet Viking clarified in unease.

"As clear as when I accidentally saw Gobber use the outhouse—" Tuffnut said with a straight face, his hand going to his heart to swear his honesty, before getting cut off.

"Okay— okay, we get it—" Astrid stepped in to stop him from saying anything else.

"So, where did it go? Did it go to the other islands?" The blonde queried, her arms going cross as a means to comfort herself.

"Well, other than stopping to pick up a few herbs and flowers in Shivering Shores, it went back to the direction of Screaming Death Island." Ruffnut shrugged.

They all let out a breath they didn't know they were holding in, but it seemed too early to feel relieved with Tuffnut's next statement.

"But it's rider saw us when it turned around and spotted Ruffnut's big head, then it flew away." He pointed to her, earning him a hit to the head with her sister's Viking helmet.

"Ouch." The blond Viking whined, rubbing the back of his head.

"Wait, dragon rider?" Fishlegs asked, startled.

"Did you not hear what he just said?" Ruffnut's voice had pried at him, her voice full of annoyance.

"Well," Astrid put herself in thought as she asked the next question.

"What do we do?" She looked at everyone, before looking at Hiccup last.

There was a moment of respite, until one of them spoke.

"I think we should leave them alone guys," Fishlegs recommended, clearly wanting this conversation to end.

"And risk another Screaming Death invasion here on Berk? No way," Snotlout scolded, not wanting to take another chance of getting their village eradicated.

"It's not like we could get rid of the rider guys—" Astrid tried to reason, but the Twins, who were the most unreasonable, had interrupted her.

"No, we could." Tuffnut, who looked to be in thought, nodded in agreement to his answer, slightly shrugging.

"Should we do it executioner style or. . .?" Ruffnut commented while grinning, liking where the conversation was headed.

"No one's executing anyone." Astrid butted in, tired of their antics. She had glared at them, before turning to her side.

"Hiccup?" She wanted to hear his opinion on what to do. He was arguably the most level-headed person when it came to situations like this—probably why he was always the lead person to direct them when it came down to the wire—and she knew he would say the most adequate option in their current predicament.

He was deep in thought, his eyebrows furrowed before looking up to look at her and the others.

"I think. . . We should scope out Screaming Death Island." He finally concluded, his tone sure.

"This is just crazy. . . Are you mad?!" Snotlout mumbled the first sentence under his breath before lashing out at Hiccup.

"Hey, cut it out." She told Snotlout. She understood why he was furious, but this wasn't the time to lose yourself to rage.

"But seriously Hiccup, this. . . Doesn't seem like a good idea," The blonde Viking shrugged, her tone uncertain.

"I know, but," He looked down, trying to find the right words to articulate himself.

"We have to check if they're really doing something evil with the Screaming Death before we do something drastic," He reasoned, with the others understanding.

"Besides, if anything happens, you're with your dragon." Hiccup finished, they looked reluctant, but they understood that this was the only way to make sure she wasn't a threat.

And as safety precaution, if something bad were to occur, all six of them were there to protect one another. He looked at all of them, and nodded, concluding this meeting finished.

They all scurried out the Dragon Academy with their dragons, preparing themselves to go to the titular 'Screaming Death Island'.

Hiccup was walking out with Toothless behind him. A warble the dragon let out made him look over his shoulder to look at the Nightfury, which made him more relaxed.

He had his friends, their dragons, and Toothless on Screaming Death Island. It seemed like a safe bet.

What could possibly go wrong?

Surprisingly, not a lot actually.

From the start, the trip to Screaming Death Island wasn't a breeze. They had seen the identifiable albino dragon from afar, flying around the nearby sea stacks. It was hard trying to get a good view of it when it was flying that sporadically, but they confirmed that there was someone riding it.

Toothless growled at the titular dragon from afar, they weren't that far, but they were behind it so it wouldn't be able to detect them.

The Screaming Death didn't sense them, but its rider did.

Feeling as if multiple eyes were on the duo, the rogue rider turned around, and it saw the group of dragon riders, and looked to the middle of it where Hiccup was, and narrowing their eyes. They were in a hood, with a shawl covering the bottom part of their face.

Their eyes met for only a brief moment, but Hiccup felt exhilarated.

As soon as the dragon rider saw them, it turned back to its dragon and bolted off to the island.

"Well, what do we do now?" Fishlegs asked.

"We follow them. Let's split up to cover more ground. But remember gang—no fighting, got it?" Hiccup ordered.

"Yeah, yeah— whatever. C'mon Hookfa—" Snotlout jeered, but before he could finish, his Monstrous Nightmare flew off quickly, a startled echo of a scream following suit.

The others flew off in different directions to the dragon's sanctuary, with Astrid being last to go, wanting to say something before she also left.

"Y'know, they always break that rule, right?" She asked in deadpan.

He sighed, then answered the girl. "Yeah, but. . . Let's just hope this doesn't end up with another island sinking into itself."

They both went their separate ways, with Hiccup and Toothless flying through the inside of the dark burrowed holes into one of the mountains.

If the Nightfury didn't have echo location, he was sure that they'd be lost by now.

They had seen a light source at the end of one of the tunnels, with Hiccup directing Toothless to be careful now.

"Let's slow down, bud." He rubbed the side of Toothless head, with the dragon understanding.

The dragon's flying subsided, opting for walking with delicacy, as if anything would trigger something chaotic.

They had reached the end, walking into a lit-up space of the tunnel, with multiple large holes, with torches and random equipment strewn about. There was a crackling fire in the middle of the cave, logs burning over each other surrounded by rocks, with books haphazardly near it.

He got down from Toothless, stepping over to look at them more clearly, picking two of them up.

"'Herbalist's Guide to Fungi and Fauna'. Huh." Hiccup read aloud, his voice laced with suspicion.

Looking at another book next to it, he read the cover.

"'The Herbal Dispensatory: Remedies and Cures'. . . Why would they have this, bud?" He asked rhetorically to his dragon. These were all books that would belong to a healer like Gothi back at Berk, so why was the rogue rider reading these?

He was confused, looking at Toothless for help, but the Nightfury just looked back at its rider, perplexed.

But they didn't have time to ponder more, when they had heard something growl, and slight hissing from one of the tunnels. The hole was pitch black, staring back at them, meaning what would have been growling would have to be close to them to see what it was—and it made Hiccup's hair stand on the back of his neck.

Hiccup dropped the books down and backed away, preparing himself to see the Screaming Death, with Toothless' eyes narrowing. But as the sound got closer, the mystery dragon had made its way into the light.

The brunet Viking had dropped his shoulders in relief, with Toothless going docile. It was Groundsplitter, the mother of the Screaming Death.

It flew into the large cave and recognized the two, with Hiccup noticing a few nuances from the dragon. Its flying seemed more labored, and the original scale color of the Whispering Death wasn't its natural steel green, but quite paler.

Without another second to process, the large dragon plopped down on its chin, seemingly from exhaustion. It let out a pained roar toward them, with its white eyes slightly closing.

Hiccup and Toothless walked near it with caution, while the Whispering Death didn't give a notice it was aggressive towards them.

Hiccup laid out a hesitant hand on its head, stroking it in comfort. His face shifted from cautious to concerned, genuinely confused on what happened to it. Toothless seemed to sense that they were weak, letting out a small warble.

"What happened to you, girl?" He asked in worry at the feeble dragon, only getting a weak grumble from it.

He was looking all over the Whispering Death, checking for an injury of some sort, but he was cut short when an unfamiliar female voice interrupted him.

"Step away from the dragon." The girl had revealed herself from one of the shadows of the tunnels, with the Screaming Death in tow, barely able to keep its hostility quelled. She had her bow in one hand, already grabbing an arrow from the quiver, clad on her hips.

"Woah there! just calm down, we're not here to hurt it—" Hiccup stepped away from Groundsplitter, with Toothless now going growling, his teeth bared and ready to pounce.

"That's what they all say," The masked rider said, her tone on edge, loading the string of her bow and drawing, aiming at them menacingly.

Even with only her eyes being the only part of her face he could see, Hiccup could feel her fury. She walked in front of the Whispering Death as if to protect it, while the Screaming Death seemingly ready to attack.

"Wait, really. . .! We aren't here to hurt any of you," Hiccup held a hand up to show surrender, but the Screaming Death thought otherwise, letting out a combatant snarl, but before the albino dragon had made an action, its mother—with all its strength roared, an action to stop its child.

The rogue dragon rider looked back and forth at the Whispering Death and the Screaming Death, then to the duo in confusion. The grip of the draw on her bow had started to falter, her actions showing uncertain.

"Who are you?" The girl tilted her head slightly, her voice still cautious, yet curious. She had now noticed the dragon next to him.

"How about you aim the bow away from my face, and then I'll tell you?"

After the previous. . . almost altercation between the two, the conversation seemed to mellow out.

After introducing himself and the girl doing it back, Hiccup learned that not all rogue dragon riders weren't all gung-ho about causing evil and spreading havoc, since the girl in front of him that was just listening calmly to him explain why he was here and why the Whispering Death knew them.

The brunet Viking was talking while the girl sat in front of him was grabbing various things out of her satchel and onto the rough, rocky floor.

He finished talking about how they saved the Whispering Death from the Berserkers and the Outcasts, his shoulders still doing the thing where he talks expressively.

"And after that, they just stayed here. Luckily, Groundsplitter remembers us, but the Screaming Death doesn't," He finished.

"Groundsplitter?" She looked up at the boy sitting across from him.

"The Whispering Death— I uh— I mean." He corrected himself. Hiccup really felt like he was just spewing dumb things out of his mouth—because whenever he was storytelling, the girl would always look at him weird, especially when he was talking about dragons.

Yes, his story did sound very unrealistic—defeating the literal queen of dragons and losing his foot in the process—but not to the point where someone would furrow their brows in confusion all the time.

"Oh, okay. . ." She answered plainly and continued her actions, with Hiccup pausing to look at what she was doing.

She put a multitude of flowers and mushrooms in a wood bowl and started crushing it with a nearby rock. She paused, looking up at him, who seemed to be in a trance.

"What are you doing?" The brunet Viking was curious, wanting to finally find out what she was doing.

"This?" She nodded to the now pulverised fauna in the bowl, with Hiccup nodding. The hooded girl was hesitant to tell the strange boy, but it wouldn't hurt for him to know.

". . . I'm trying to make a cure,"

"A cure? A cure for what?" He clarified, his confusion now more prominent.

"For that dragon." She pointed behind her, right at the Whispering Death, who was right now resting next to its child, the Screaming Death.

"I don't know what happened to her, but I'm indebted to her that I have to find a cure." She said with determination, her gaze focused on pounding the rock into the already ground ingredients in the bowl.

"You're indebted to her. . .?" Hiccup's voice tip-toed the line of being curious and sounding like he was sarcastic, but that was really just how his voice sounded. Thankfully, the masked rider did not take notice, just continuing her dialogue.

"When I was exiled by my tribe for not being able to kill a dragon, they sent me off by a boat and didn't think anything of it—just giving me some food, and those books you saw to survive. Great hospitality, huh?" She told him, with Hiccup's eyes narrowing in understanding, but he was still startled. She was talking about being banished by her own people and being sent off all alone just like it was simple conversation.

"My boat went onshore here, and before I knew it—some random Viking's were actually following me with another boat. . . Talking nonsense about where the 'Dragon Riders' were hiding. It was quite off-kilter, I'd say," She went on.

Hiccup was nodding to her story in interest, but he perked up when he heard the word 'Dragon Riders'. He was almost 100% certain those Vikings were talking about him and his friends.

"They were about to kidnap me to interrogate me even more, but the ground beneath us started rumbling. Then before I knew it, she flew out of the ground, eating one of them." You laughed at the memory, with Hiccup still nodding but his eyebrows furrowing in concern at how you could laugh at something like that, but he wrote it off.

"After seeing one of their men get chewed up by her, they retreated. I thought I was the one next on the chopping block, but when she looked at me," Your movements faltered, slowing down.

"I saw her eyes. She looked terrifying, yeah—but her eyes said otherwise. She was friendly, understanding, it knew I wasn't trying to invade the island or kill her, she was just protecting her territory. Dragons are smarter than most Vikings think, y'know?" Her movements now were normal paced, now finishing what she was crushing, now finely granulated.

She put the rock down and stood up, continuing her story.

"Maybe it was because she felt my fear, how scared I was, I don't even know anymore— But she lowered her head, and I put my palm on her. After that she dug back down." She was now walking near the Whispering Death, with Hiccup following the girl, standing up and cautiously walking over, wary of the Screaming Death next to it.

"I lived near the shore for a while, until she came back for me. I saw her like this now; all frail and labored. I knew she needed my help, just like I needed hers. So here I am," She patted the side of the Whispering Death, signaling to open its mouth.

When it did, the hooded girl poured the contents of the bowl into the dragon's maw, closing to swallow the mix of ingredients.

"I'm pretty sure she noticed me trying to help her mother, so it lowered its head to me too." She gestured next to the steel-green dragon, pointing lazily to the albino reptile.

She stepped closer next to the Screaming Death, then stroking its crown, earning a satisfied purr from the dragon.

She stopped talking, seemingly focused on the action. Hiccup couldn't see it, but the girl was gently smiling at the duo of dragons.

"So that's why. . ." Hiccup trailed off, unsure whether to ask what he wanted to ask.

"Yeah? What did you think I was doing?" The girl pried, looking over her shoulder at the boy.

"No— It's just," He put his hands up and shook them in surrender, wanting to express his sorry.

The girl turned her body to the boy, her arms crossing, waiting for his answer.

He sighed in relief, knowing that this was all some big misunderstanding. The sole purpose of you riding the albino reptile was so you could find fauna to use to cure the Whispering Death.

"My friends saw you riding the Screaming Death, we thought you were controlling it for. . . Let's just say for a lack of better word 'malicious' intent." He shrugged. You reasoned, your head tilting to nod in understanding where he was coming from.

"We followed you to see if you were going to do anything bad, but here you were, just trying to find ingredients to help Groundsplitter!" He gestured to your frame.

"This is just great. . . Oh, I need to tell the gang quick," He remembered that this was still a mission with his friends to scope out the island.

"There are others here?" You said with an edge, standing to attention when he implied there were other Vikings.

"Yeah, but I just need to tell them you mean no harm, it'll be fine. . . At least I think so," Hiccup said, his voice laced with uncertainty, with a tinge of coyness that made you grin under your shawl.

"I think you should come with me." He stepped closer to you.

"Excuse me?"

"I don't think they'll believe me if I just say it, especially Snotlout," He sighed and shook his head, thinking of what obscenities his sable-haired cousin would say if he did just report the girl meant no harm and they'd leave her alone.

"And how do I know you're not leading me into a trap?" The girl was still suspicious, but she was sure that this boy didn't mean no harm.

"Because," He walked over to the other side of the cave where his trusty dragon was laying, before turning his head to look over his shoulder.

"You'll be riding the Screaming Death."

Hiccup and the hooded rider flew out of the tunnels, with the boy trying to make small conversation with the girl.

"Random question: do you always cover your face?" He shouted behind him, with the girl on her dragon following the duo.

"Not always, when I'm outside, sometimes I do," You replied, turning a sharp right, both dragons easily maneuvering themselves in the pitch-black tunnels.

"How about when meeting my friends?" He asked in curiosity, he was sure that most of his friends felt less danger if they could finally pin point a face to the dragon rider.

"They're still strangers to me, are they not?"

"I guess so? Then, what's your answer?" They were nearing the end, the light at the end of the tunnel finally getting brighter.

"When meeting strangers like you, yes!" You yelled back, your voice laced with a taunt.

"Ouch, fair play," He hollered, with the girl growing a grin at his sillhouette in the dark tunnels.

They had made it out of the tunnels, the blinding light hitting both of their eyes, giving each other a few seconds to readjust from the sudden amount of light hitting them.

"Let's get onto shore, that way it's easier for me for Toothless to signal the other dragons to come." He looked at the girl who nodded in agreement.

Making it down, the dragons were stationary by the beach covered with holes.

"So, how are you going to—" You turned to ask, yet you were interrupted.

Toothless cut you off, it's roaring call reaching your ears, squinting your eyes slightly in surprise. It wasn't that loud compared to what you hear with the Screaming Death, but it still startled you.

Toothless finished his blaring alarm of a roar, with Hiccup looking at you smugly, as if he knew what you were going to ask.

"That's how we're going to call them." He said with a grin, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes playfully.

"Show off. . ." You mumbled under your breath, looking down.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" He heard you loud and clear, but he found himself happier that you were starting to get comfortable with him that you made quips like this now.

"Nothing," You quickly dismissed, looking at the other direction.

Hiccup only met you for only a short respite, but it felt like you and him were starting to click together quite easily. He felt like his chest was getting warm. Odd.

As if to help you move on from the subject, multiple dragons had made its way from the sky in vicinity to Hiccup and you. You were never taught the names of or classes of dragons, just the phrase 'kill on sight', so this was new—seeing multiple types of unknown dragons at the same time.

They were about to fly down, but they had noticed the ever-noticeable Screaming Death right next to their friend.

"Uh. . . Hiccup? I don't mean to point out the obvious, but are you not next to what we're trying to look for?" Fishlegs shyly asked, his hold steady on Meatlug's ears.

"Yeah, I mean, Ruffnut could've noticed that," Tuffnut added, with him earning another hit to his helmet by his twin sister.

"Ow, stop hitting me! Hit Snotlout for a change at least," He rubbed his head, his voice irritated yet unfazed at the same time.

"Okay, why am I being dragged into this?" He wailed in annoyance at The Twins from his place on his Monstrous Nightmare.

"Because I need a break from getting hit on the head, and you—my dear friend—have a very hittable head," Tuffnut explained a way someone academically inclined would propose their research on something.

"Y'know, Tuff—for once I agree with you." Astrid smirked, looking to the dark-haired Viking who seemed like he was going to blow steam out of his ears about now.

"Why not Fishlegs?" Snotlout complained.

"Because I don't know where his neck and his head starts!" Ruffnut reasoned, almost complaining like the dark-haired Viking.

"Hey!" Fishlegs now felt like talking, wanting to defend himself.

What now was supposed to be a formal conversation turned into full on back and forth bickering, with the duo on ground with their dragons watching this all unfold—Hiccup putting a hand on his forehead in disappointment, while you look at them in amusement.

"Are they. . . Always like this?" You queried, a genuine smile that reached your eyes, tearing your eyes away from the fight to look at Hiccup, who looked bummed out.

"No, well— yes, but— not like, not like this—" He sputtered. Hiccup tore his hand away from his face to gesture what now was The Twins trying to attack Snotlout from their respective flying reptiles, a multitude of green gas sparking up into clouds of fire, ablaze.

"In front of new people. . . Well, Ruff and Tuff you could make an exception— anyway, let me just settle this down, okay?" He looked at her eyes and they met, he saw the way her eyes crinkled, how she was genuinely entertained by it, and a weight seemed to fall off his shoulder.

Hiccup was a humble person—he wasn't a flashy Viking. He wasn't the type of show off in front of others and wasn't the type of person who wanted to.

He also wasn't someone that didn't go out of his way to impress or show a different manner to people, but maybe because of the situation at hand—with a rogue dragon tamer, who rode a literal Screaming Death, no less—he felt quite clammy knowing this was her first impression of them.

Hiccup had somehow made the riders fly down on their level on shore, with you surveying each one—the latter doing it right back at you, with Hiccup butting in to speak.

He introduced your name to them, and explained that you weren't a threat, just helping the Whispering Death.

But even with that clarification coming from Hiccup, the Dragon Riders were still on edge, as if you'd betray them immediately.

"How do we know you're not going to immediately kill us and invade Berk after we leave?" Tuffnut's voice was laced in suspicion with a hand on his chin. His statements were quite farfetched, but they weren't taking any chances.

"Yeah, and what if you're actually Dagur's spy, here to assassinate us?" Astrid crossed her arms, her narrow eyes piercing yours.

"I thought Dagur was cool with us now?" Fishlegs asked.

"Well, they don't call him 'Dagur the Deranged' for nothing," Snotlout jested, shrugging.

You weren't nervous, but you felt pressured with all of their interrogative queries. You sighed and put a hand up in surrender.

"Okay, can I speak now?" You rubbed the back of your neck in boredom, the riders pausing their conversation to give you the floor.

"So, first of all: I'm not going to eradicate all of you and invade. . . Whatever your island is called," You put up one finger as a start to your list, dismissing whatever nonsense the man riding the dual-headed reptile—or was it a woman? You couldn't really tell.

"If I wanted to destroy all of you and your home, I would've already done it," You threatened nonchalantly, but this just made the Dragon Riders hair on the back of their neck stand.

"Anyway, second: I'm not a spy.I wouldn't have to be an exile then. . ." You mumbled the last part, not letting it reach their ears.

"And I don't even have a single clue who this. . ." You raised a second finger, furrowed your brows trying to remember what they called the man.

"'Dagur' fellow is, is he famous?" You asked, not really expecting an answer.

But before you could continue, Snotlout interrupted you.

"You don't know who Dagur is?" The boy butted in, asking in genuine curiosity, which you replied with a deadpan shake of your head.

"'Dagur the Deranged'? Crazy guy with red hair and scratch tattoos on his eye? High Chief of the Berserker Tribe? Those don't ring a bell?" Snotlout kept adding more attributes to maybe make you recognize the man, but you were genuinely apathetic, an expressionless furrow of your brows only showing your feelings.

"Killed his father to become Chief?" Fishlegs tried to help by adding more description to the man, but you were tired already of getting information about a man you were sure you'd never meet.

". . . Okay, I think if I wasn't exiled from my tribe, I would probably know who he is," You raised both your shoulders, closing your eyes in indifference.

"Woah, you were exiled?" Astrid asked, surprised at the twist of events that the conversation came to.

"Awesome, what happened?" Ruffnut leaned in from her dragon, amused.

"Well, y'know—Vikings cutting off loose slack from their village is pretty common in my tribe, so when I chose not to kill dragons, they assumed I had already picked a side." You sniffed, fiddling with your fingers. Yes, you told your story with an air of comfortability, but remembering it still made you all clammy.

"Anyway, long story short: I was exiled, they sent me off with a boat where I crashed here, then this girl's mother," You pet the head of the albino reptile you were riding, its ruby eyes closing in comfort.

The Dragon Riders found the interaction weird—the large, scary, titan of a Screaming Death that almost made Berk sink into itself was acting like a docile pet, it was oddly adorable.

"Saved me from a bunch of Vikings trying to find the 'Dragon Riders'. Safe to say, if I wasn't saved by her mother, I'd be dead meat already," You finished your story, looking at each of their faces.

"I'm pretty sure you guys are those 'Dragon Riders', right?" You pointed to all of them, clarifying what you already assumed.

"I think so, there really isn't anybody else that would fit that description," He shrugged, humbly bragging.

"But why would they be following you at Screaming Death Island?" Hiccup asked, turning his face to you, visibly perplexed.

"I dunno, maybe because it's one of the islands near Berk and thought she was one of us?" Snotlout stated, as if it was obvious knowledge, which Hiccup deadpanned at his cousin.

"Anyway—am I cleared from your suspicions?" She looked back at all of them, the Dragon Riders seemingly in thought, until Tuffnut spoke up.

"Hmm. . . No," He concluded.

"And why is that?" You gritted your teeth and crossed your arms, slightly irritated.

"Because—rogue dragon rider—I haven't seen your whole face yet, especially your nose." He pointed, gesturing your whole face then your nose.

"Don't you know the nose is the window to the soul?" He asked rhetorically.

"I'm pretty sure it's the eyes that are the window to the soul," Fishlegs corrected, but he was waved off by Tuffnut's twin sister.

"Uhhh, no? If it's the eyes, where's the opening for you to see the soul?" She said in an obvious voice, as if she were talking to someone who couldn't quite comprehend properly.

Not wanting the dialogue to stray off the path again, you cut them off, starting to unwrap your shawl.

"Okay, how about I just take it off and you guys stop talking?" You unceremoniously take your hood off, making sure to take your time, and pull down your shawl that was covering the bottom half of your face.

They were all watching intensely, and when you tugged the mask down, Hiccup was awe-struck. You were beautiful, and just like the stars in the sky staring at the moon in admiration, Hiccup stared at you, all marveled gracing his face.

You were immensely pretty, and you were hiding it all from his eyes under that hood? Oh, you were killing him.

"There, happy now?" You looked at them, which were all looking at you like you were the most alluring thing they've seen all day.

"Oh, more than happy, beautiful," Snotlout adjusted his hair, complimenting you in a voice that sounded an octave deeper than his actual voice, an uncharming smile hitting your eyes.

"Might I just say, you look abysmal," Tuffnut praised, trying to smile in a way that looked like he was trying to smolder, which just made his sister faux gag.

But you smiled at the affection, humbly accepting it and laughing at Tuffnut's compliment. Abysmal meant something completely different, but you understood his attempt at flattering you.

"I'm pretty sure you meant something else, but thanks— both of you," You giggled, and glanced at Hiccup for a second, your attention sticking to him only for a moment, but lasting forever in his mind.

He shook his head to take him back to reality.

"So," He caught the other's focus, now listening to their head.

"I was actually thinking of us helping heal Groundsplitter," He further explicated what he meant.

"Oh, you don't. . . Have to do that," Your surprised voice and face faltered, still uneasy about a lot of Vikings helping you.

"Well, we'll just be gathering the ingredients and bringing them back to you, so it isn't much," He hit you with a humble smile, which made you follow his expression, a smile growing upon you.

"Uh? Hello. . .? We're still here y'know? Don't you have to ask us if we're also okay with it?" Snotlout sneered, annoyed already. You noticed that he seemed to be easily wound up at small things, and it made you snicker in delight.

"Okay. . . All in favor of helping Groundsplitter recover, raise your hand." He announced, with everyone except his cousin not raising his arm.

"Whatever. . . I was just checking the statistics," He mumbled, crossing his arms.

"Well, when do we start?" Astrid butted in, wanting to get the job under way already.

"Actually, I was thinking of maybe doing some friendship exercises with our dragons and your. . ." Hiccup looked to you, trailing off to hear what you named the Screaming Death.

Noticing his face skim yours, you immediately perk up, remembering you were still part of the conversation.

"Oh, I don't really plan on being with her long, so I didn't name her," You replied curtly, shrugging.

"Also, why do we need to do these. . ." You gestured to your dragon and the others.

"'Friendship exercises'?" Your fingers curling at each word emphasize your confusion

"Because it's pretty clear that they're still wary of her," Hiccup gestured to the other dragons, and you noticed their expressions. They looked on edge being in near vicinity of the Screaming Death, with their narrowed eyes, filled with tension thicker than anything.

All the while, the Screaming Death seemed to pay no attention to it.

"Well then what do we do?" You looked back at Hiccup, who seemed to have an idea up his sleeve.

"I have an idea or two," He said, smiling cheekily.

"When you said you had a great idea, I thought it would be something cooler," You replied, slight boredom lacing your voice, your arm stood on your thigh, your hand cupping your cheek.

"I didn't say I had a great idea, I just said I had one." He replied cheekily next to you.

"But the way you said it implied that it was something great, not. . ." You tried finding a way to say what you wanted in a polite manner.

"Babysitting them until they're all buddy-buddy with each other."

That was, for a lack of better word, what you were doing. Hiccup had decided that taking a step back and letting the dragons be comfortable with each other on their own would be better for them to create trust with the Screaming Death.

It seemed to work, with the Screaming Death interacting warily but with curious interest to the other dragons. It was a nice stepping stone to becoming friends, but Gods, was it immensely boring babysitting them.

"We're not babysitting them, we're watching over them, so they don't do anything bad, like accidentally eat each other," Hiccup corrected you.

"Still called babysitting," You added.

He sighed in defeat, just continuing to watch the various types of dragons. You both were still on Screaming Death Island, with the others leaving their dragons to both of you while they do their own thing—most of them exploring the deep tunnels made by the Whispering Death and its child—while you two were on babysitting duty.

It wasn't all that bad—you both were sharing a flat rock to sit on, and it was not a big sitting rock, just enough for two people to sit on with small distance from one another, barely touching shoulders.

Suddenly, Hiccup pulled out a book, a small one, but one large enough to keep notes, most likely his personal journal.

He opened it, flipping through the pages. It was wide open, so you couldn't help but take a glance.

You saw the multiple sketches, the multitude of notes and trivia he wrote about them—and most importantly, their names.

Monstrous Nightmare, Hideous Zippleback, Deadly Nadder— What are these names? You thought.

"They have names?" You meekly asked, slightly hesitant, but he paused his actions and looked at you with a polite confused manner. You were still focused on the writings he had on his journal.

"Oh, yeah. . . Did they not teach you that in your tribe?" He asked cautiously. He noticed the way you were playing with your fingers as a calming habit when you explained you story to his friends, understanding that it was still a touchy subject for you.

"No, they said it wasn't important, all we been thought is they were extremely dangerous and to—" You didn't

"Kill on sight," He finished for you, and you finally looked at him, your eyes meeting each other. You were really close. You noticed the way his eyes crinkled, and how his smile complimented his face. You even noticed the slight scratch on his chin, which seemed quite odd, but you found it quite charming.

Charming?

"They used to uh— tell us that too," Hiccup tore his eyes away every now and then, quite nervous from how long you were looking at him.

"And they didn't have names back then?" You queried, leaning in slightly.

"No, they did." Hiccup uttered, fiddling with a corner of a page.

"Do you. . . Want me to teach you, their names I mean. . .?" He hesitantly asked. Hiccup already knew you'd say yes, but there was a sliver of a chance you'd shy away, and he didn't want that.

"Yeah, if you could. . ." You muttered, smiling then looking at his book so he could start.

"Oh. . .! Okay, so I don't have all of them right now, but I think we could start with," He fanned through the pages, until he reached a page on a small-looking dragon.

"This one." He placed the book on his knees so that the pages would be flatter, which in turn made you scoot closer to have a closer look, now shoulder-to-shoulder with the boy.

"Terrible Terror. . .?" You leaned in to read, and hesitantly said what was the title of the page, trying it out and how it sounded on your tongue. You looked up to meet his eyes, wanting to see if you said it right.

You didn't have a sliver of a thought about it, but Hiccup was slightly overwhelmed.

The captivating, incalculable girl—who he also thought was cute— was practically all over his senses. You were touching him—the two of you shoulder-to-shoulder, he could smell the scented wildflowers you used in the mixture you gave to the Whispering Death earlier, your saccharine voice filling his ears, and how your eyes were searching for confirmation in his gaze.

You were flooding Hiccup's everything, practically getting sensory overload from how close he could feel all of you. He barely even remembered he was going to make you learn the dragon names.

"Uh— yeah, that's right— that is correct," He sputtered, but you didn't even notice, just proud of yourself for getting it right.

"They're. . . Kinda small, why is that?" You commented, reading the height measurements on the journal.

"I. . . Huh, actually, I don't know either," He smiled, surprised you asked something he wouldn't know about dragons.

"I thought you knew everything about dragons." You taunted, looking up at him.

"Ask me another question about it, and I'll have the answer."

And that's how the conversation flowed—you asking questions about numerous dragons, and Hiccup effortlessly answering them. With that, you got more comfortable with each other. You didn't even notice how close you were with one another until now, and as much as you shouldn't, you felt something flutter in your chest—just like a dozen Terrible Terrors flying about in you.

But you didn't mind.

And little did you know, he didn't also.

BONUS ✮⋆˙

Looking at the duo from afar while leaning on a rock, Astrid smiled. She was happy Hiccup was starting to be close with someone else other than their friend group.

She was quietly people watching them, until she was rudely startled.

"What are we looking at?" Tuff suddenly said from behind her near her ear, which made Astrid grab his shirt and throw him to the ground out of instinct.

"Uff. . ." Tuffnut groaned.

"Oh, they look pretty nice together," Ruffnut commented, walking up to his brother who walked up to the blonde Viking faster.

"Ahh, young love," Fishlegs gushed and suddenly popped up, with him clasping his hands near his face endearingly, as if he were some old, wise man.

"He's so annoying, first Astrid— now the cool dragon tamer girl," Snotlout grumbled, with Astrid rolling her eyes, her arms crossing.

They were all now looking at the boy and girl sitting on a rock, with Ruff noticing that Snotlout didn't list her.

"Hey, what about me?" She asked in an upset manner to the dark-haired Viking.

"Eh. . ." Was all Snotlout could say, earning him a hard hit to the helmet that still clanged to his head from the Thorston girl.

"Ow." He rubbed the back of his helmet, annoyed.

"Huh, he really does have a hittable head," She mused, looking at Astrid.

"See? What did I tell you," Tuffnut said, still laying down.

"Really? Let me try," Astrid rotated her wrist to warm her fist up, with Snotlout stopping her with his screeching voice.

"No one is hitting my head!"

woowee, hope y'all liked reading this one, i was dying trying to find 100 synonyms for smile lol (ᵕ—ᴗ—) might start writing the part 2 after i finish one more draft and maybe after i write the part 2 to 'ghost pirate' if y'all still want that :3

oh! also, thank you so much for the 100+ notes on my first post! ily all <3

anyway, thanks for reading (..◜ᴗ◝..)

[vaguely-concerned]

the things it adds to both of the characters involved that lucanis used to have a thing for viago could not have been more tailor made to be for me. literally the ideal thing to come out of this game for me personally and specifically and spiritually. I mean I'm teia x viago trash until the day I die and nothing will ever change this (and with the best will in the world and even the power of lucanis' big beautiful soulful eyes, that would never have worked out even if viago DID somehow understand he was being propositioned. which I'm not convinced he did. the mutual 'so. snakes are pretty cool huh. and. knives. also' awkward energy without someone of teia's charisma and people skills involved to mitigate it... it would have been dire), but on so many levels I find it so incredibly charming for what it says about them both that the (one-sided) attraction was there once.

what's more, it means the man about whom this legendary paragraph was written:

Viago was not a typical Antivan. He liked facts—checklists, numbers, precise measurements. Heart palpitations, clammy hands, tight pants—Viago did not like these things. In fact, he would go so far as to say he hated them. Mild curiosity was his favorite mood.

has got some of the hottest coolest deadliest people in thedas down so catastrophically bad it's got them acting unwise. teia had to wait a UST-drenched decade for him to be ready to take his fucking gloves off for her. and she did!! the tetchiest most neurotic least approachable little vetinari knockoff of a man you ever saw has game for days and days and lives rent free in heads for years. in eight little talons viago consistently feels so inadequate up against dante and it's like. man I'm shaking you by the lapels you have what he'll never have. the ability to bewitch body and soul with your terrible personality and long thin legs. do not waste the gift you've been given go get her she's waiting!!!

(lucanis is really good at reading people, so I wonder if maybe he saw through all of that to some of the steadiness and incredible capacity for warmth and tenderness in specific interpersonal relationships you see viago have with teia when he finally opens up enough, and maybe that was part of it. either way it's so perfect that both he and teia have regarded viago with this affectionate intrigued amusement. lucanis still seems pretty fond of him in a 'viago continues to be exactly himself no matter what else happens or goes wrong. comforting universal constant' sort of way, he brings him up quite a lot in party banter.)

you've seen lucanis' game in this day and age, arguably or at least hopefully older and wiser -- can you imagine how catastrophically bad it must have been back when he presumably handed viago, most paranoid man in thedas all years running, a knife like this expressed everything it needed to. people give him so much shit for the cake moment being his big romantic lock-in, but considering where we started that is GROWTH and I for one am so proud of him fhsdkjaf.

also I wonder at what point vis-a-vis that whole Situation teia and viago met for the first time, leading us to ask... just how much was it a matter of lucanis simply being ignored out of a lack of interest on viago's part (tbf, not entirely unlikely). how much was it lucanis truly not managing to make himself understood. (all but certainly. literally how would one understand that. I think it says some sweet things about rook and lucanis' dynamic that they -- somehow -- DO pick up what he's putting down in a similar scenario presumably b/c they know him pretty well by then haha.) how much was it viago interpreting the romantic move as a death threat from one of the most dangerous people alive and freaking out. (1000% and indubitably.) and how much was it andarateia steal-your-girl cantori turning up and thus setting off whatever spectacular, volatile, awesome-in-the-original-sense chemical reaction between the substances of her and viago's souls that goes on to this day and makes everything else kind of a side note at best. a gentle mix of several of these things, perhaps. ...god I love all these characters so much

[arciam]

Deep Dive:

Jayce vs. Romance

(Or, Part 7½ of the "Underrated JayVik" meta series.)

I did say all the way back in part 7 that I might write a separate post about my perception of Jayce when it comes to romantic relationships, so that's what this is.

Obviously, this character-read is very informed by the notion of JayVik being a thing - because, y'know, so is my read of the show - so to start with, we'll have to take the following things for granted for the sake of argument:

Jayce is not straight (I'm not opposed to the idea of a cosmic love which transcends gender, I just don't think it has to be "only" that - we can have both you know)

Jayce's feelings for Viktor, at least by the end of the show, are romantic in nature and Jayce is aware of it (how him and those feelings get there is one topic of this meta)

I will extrapolate a lot from how Jayce behaves in his relationship with Mel, seeing as there are very limited points of reference otherwise

All of this is a personal hypothesis, not a claim to truth

And, if at any point you get the impression I'm talking about a character who might be on the spectrum here, I'm not saying that, but I'm not not saying that iykyk

Now, with all that out of the way:

1. Let me first tell you the story of a nerdy kid

Born into a lower House of toolmakers in the elite part of the city, this young man attends the prestigious academy as - essentially - "the poorest rich kid", where his only friend just might be the teenage daughter of his high-society patrons (who, by the way, are the only other people he will think to turn to outside of his family before deciding to end his life).

He's both a handy and a cerebral guy who has spent most of his life in single-minded pursuit of an outlandish (and also... quite illegal) idea. Everything in his life revolves around it; he hangs tapestries of magicians on his walls and fills his windowsill with interesting crystals he found. He travels to deserts and conducts covert research with dubious equipment, all in hopes of making his singular dream a reality.

So, if his lower status or the weird vibes of his hyperfixation didn't make him a loner, then the necessary secrecy surrounding his special interest certainly would.

(...At the same time, however, he just so happens to also be tall, built, conventionally attractive and carry himself with confidence - so when we as the audience first meet him, we kinda assume that he would be a popular person who has it all, though only because we're conditioned to assume so of people who, well, are like that. Also, the show does a clever thing by first introducing him to us bantering with a pretty girl who appears impressed by him, before we learn of their sibling-like relationship.)

Now, why do I say all of this when it has nothing much to do with romance?

Because this is the boy Jayce never stopped seeing in himself.

A nerd always tinkering away on his model railways in the basement by himself, essentially. He doesn't lack self-esteem necessarily; he is comfortable with who he is and confident in his cause, but he does rather see himself as the odd one out.

Even as the show goes on, despite his charm, his looks, his eloquence and talent for public speaking, I don't feel like Jayce ever truly realises the power and the appeal of him. He knows it tends to "work" whenever he takes the floor (and he is absolutely thrilled with the positive response), but I feel like it's a skill he steps into like a pair of dress shoes, more so than something he views as an innate part of who he is.

2. Boy meets girl - and boy (in one night!)

✨Pop quiz!✨

What happens when the guy who considers himself the least eligible bachelor in the room meets the two - in his eyes - coolest, sharpest, most capable and most admirable people he's ever seen?

(Or more importantly, when those same people express an interest in him and the singular thing his whole life revolves around?)

Well, essentially this:

Sorry, wrong image.

This:

This leads me to headcanon #1 regarding Jayce's relationships with other people:

Anytime any person Jayce looks up to tells him he's a good boy so much as gives him the time of day, he is thrilled.

3. So about that windfall...

Irrespective of all of what I just said though, Jayce also strikes me as a guy who... while definitely not uninterested in having a romantic relationship, doesn't ever actively go for people in a romantic way (or physical, for that matter).

And y'know, case in point is really just how my girl did all of that

yet not only is Mel still required to close the entire gap all by herself in the end, but even in moments where Jayce might recognise her flirtation, you just never see any gears turning in his head like "maybe I should do something about this".

(I remember actually laughing out loud when in episode 4, Mel sways her hips at Jayce asking "To what do I owe the pleasure~?", and for a moment, as Jayce hesitates, I obviously assumed he would pick up on the suggestiveness in some way - if only as recognition on his face -, only for him to go "It's Heimerdinger..." Like, literally the least sexy thing to possibly say in that moment. 😂)

This is why I previously described Jayce as a guy to just kind of... roll with the punches in situations like that.

Though less flatteringly, in conversation I have also likened him to the specific breed of man in real life who "seem content to let themselves be picked up like windfall" - not particularly choosey about who gets to do so and instead opting mostly for the path of least resistance, romance-wise.

Which brings us to headcanon #2:

Jayce - while a highly emotional person who is not afraid to show it - doesn't tend to consciously concern himself with and think about his feelings, what they mean, or where his romantic interests lie, really. He's mostly just along for the ride.

4. By God it's Mel Medarda with a steel chair..!

Now, what do you get when you combine these factors into one character?

Well in this specific case, you get Jayce Talis who - when one of the most capable and admirable people he knows decides, for some reason, that she wants a piece of him - is more than happy to oblige and be with an amazing person. He's just thrilled to be there, basically.

Congrats, Mel - you've managed to push through Jayce's complete lack of response to your advances and unlocked his rare "love-starved boyfriend" skin as a reward!

...So what about Viktor, then?

Well.

He didn't.

As I mentioned in the original post as well, my personal JayVik pet theory is such that "if at any point during their partnership Viktor had made a move first, I do believe Jayce would have put up the equal amount of resistance he did with Mel, so... zero."

(And when I say "move" I mean MOVE - again, nothing short of a smacker or outright love confession would have been enough to spark Jayce into action yet at that point.)

If we're taking the idea that Jayce is "not straight" for granted (which we are), then looking at both Mel and Viktor through Jayce's eyes, I honestly don't believe Mel ever had that much over Viktor in terms of being a viable romantic option - other than the simple fact that she is the one who claimed that spot.

Or, as @glassvines wrote in response to the original post: "Viktor had all the cards...but none of the confidence".

5. Now go sit in the corner and think about what you've done

So yeah, that's tragic and all, but then how do we get to this point?

"Now, all I want... is you."

(Oh hush, don't pretend this is not what that line actually means.)

Point being, if Jayce - while he might not have refused Viktor and may have been equally happy to "oblige" - never consciously considered his own desires and wouldn't have actively pursued a relationship not explicitly handed to him... then what happened for him to end up here, dishing out banger after banger of quotable love confessions which contain the clear message of "I have made my choice, and it's you"?

...Well, in a way I sorta gave it away with the very first image of this post, didn't I.

Oh, what a timeout in the naughty corner can do to set a guy's priorities straight...

With Jayce spending weeks in stark isolation at the bottom of a ravine in the most extreme allegory of "getting locked in a room with someone until you talk it out" (except the guy you're locked in with is you), this proves to be an absolutely crucial time of introspection for him in a multitude of ways.

It's where he faces the wrong turns he took, realises that Heimerdinger was always right about the Arcane's corruption, and recognises the ways in which Mel had used and manipulated him.

It's also where he finally realises what - who - was most important to him all along, and in what way.

(The first three, you can glean from the voice lines played over the scene by the way, in case you're wondering.

So is that last bit just me making stuff up, then? No - it's an interpretation for sure, but not a fabrication. See, the shot of Mel's image burning away before Jayce and giving way to Viktor's instead is not only interesting for drawing yet another parallel between them, but also for being a shot that is otherwise out of place with the voice lines. For instance, there are several lines from Heimerdinger, yet Jayce doesn't envision him; there are none from Viktor - a striking absence in and of itself -, yet he does appear.

If nothing else, what this tells us is that this shot is - mostly - detached from Jayce's other epiphanies that I specified above. At which point, if you then take the shot by itself and purely at face value, it does become a... surprisingly candid symbolism really, if you ask me.)

To be clear though: The preference was always there.

After all, Jayce had previously already recognised that his place had always been with Viktor. Also he did dip out of Mel's bed to go see Viktor before he could have even known Viktor was sick that one time, so...

He just hadn't really thought about what that meant.

But lo and behold, it only took a stint in boyfailure jail for Jayce to consciously come to the realisation of not only that, but also that he is, in fact, not content to be windfall about whom he pledges his love and loyalty to anymore.

He wants to close the gap this time.

And to think: all of that even before he learned that Viktor was also the cause of his lifelong special interest in the first place like whaaaat. Imagine the day he must be having...

Jokes aside though; obviously, there is something to be said about Jayce meeting mage!Viktor and finally understanding - as I pointed out in part 13 - just how much Viktor truly needs him, and this perhaps being the final piece of the puzzle for Jayce to realise his priorities as well.

It would have made this post even longer though, and not even added very much, since I do believe multiple things can be true at once here.

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[blackbird5154]

Papa lll's special kung fu

After watching a lot of Terzo footage, I've noticed his amazing talent for turning disadvantages into advantages. And here's what I mean.

▸ If you love Third Era acoustic performances as much as I do, you've probably noticed that very often things went wrong on them. Tangled wires, dropped sound, wrong mic height, forgotten song lyrics 😅 Every time something like that happened, Terzo amused the audience while the problem was fixed, and now we remember those moments as the most touching. He didn't hide the problem, he made fun of it.

▸ Philadelphia Incident, 2015. Pope Francis arrives in town at the same time as Ghost and makes it so they have to cancel the concert. At the next show, Terzo praises the audience for their support and says he is by far the second greatest pope in the world. He says “number two” in such a voice that you absolutely believe that being number two is the coolest and sexiest thing in the world.

▸ March 28th 2017. Papa falls off the stage into the pit and immediately uses this as an opportunity to approach the crowd and hold their hands. Papa, fall more often. Your ass looks really fine.

▸ He almost falls again, but pretends it was part of a dance move.

▸ The legendary hole in the shoe is the result of his ability to turn problems into advantages. Anyone else in his place would have thought, “Damn, my shoe's worn out, now I need a new one. I've got to change it without anyone noticing.” But Terzo thinks about turning it into an event and makes it iconic. Sometimes I think he could be a successful businessman with the most creative ideas. One of those people who can make a fortune from used cans.

▸ How to resolve situation if you passed out during a concert? That's right, compliment the ladies who are so beautiful that you fainted, and make their hearts melt.

Now let's dig a level deeper.

Radley and I have already written quite a bit about the theme of loneliness in Terzo's monologues. It all boils down to the fact that, according to Papa, ghosts can be pretty good company if you're lonely. Here are a couple of telling quotes:

We can't always get what we want. You know that, huh? But one thing that can keep you company in a lonely hour… are the ghosts inside. Let them be your friend rather than your enemy. It's that darkness that sometimes makes the person, eh?

Lawrence, Kansas, USA (October 5, 2015)

And

You have a lot of things in your life, huh? We all crave so many things. If we list… in order to feel as if… we all get all these things and then everything will feel better. Ain't that right? I am exactly the same. But I do know one thing… is that if you have the spirits and the demons inside you that causes a little… wreckage. That can be to your favor. Believe me. An empty shell is nothing, so...

Chicago, Illinois, USA (October 3, 2015)

Usually ghosts are associated with something scary, or they're a metaphor for memories of people you've lost. It sounds like Terzo was able to “win them over” to his side, make them his allies in a lonely hour, turn them from tormentors to trusted companions. Sounds like a profound reinterpretation of the experience of unhappiness. Someday I'll learn to do the same.

A phrase from the classic comes to mind, You have to make the good out of the bad because that is all you have got to make it out of. Maybe Terzo would argue with the second part, but would agree with the first.

▸ [Part 7]

▸ Encyclopedia of Terzo

▸ [Part 9]

[mywitchyblog]

The Coolest Thing About Reality Shifting: DR Memories

What Are DR Memories ? :

One of the coolest things about reality shifting is that you can get DR memories—these are memories from your desired reality (DR). What’s really cool about these memories is that they fill in the blanks, like adding extra content to the story. But what makes it even better is that these memories often answer questions that the original show or movie never explained. It’s almost like having secret insider knowledge that makes the story and characters make more sense and feel more real. These memories can add extra background information, character motivations, or small details that clear up plot holes. It makes the universe of that show or movie feel more complete and satisfying. That’s why I think DR memories are one of the most interesting parts of reality shifting—they add a lot of depth and detail that you wouldn't get otherwise.

Claircognizance and DR Memories :

In case you didn't know, a DR memory is a type of claircognizance. Claircognizance is a psychic ability where you get knowledge or insights without any logical explanation—it's like the information just pops into your head. It’s not like remembering something you already know or imagining something new; instead, it feels like this information just appears in your mind without any effort.

I can tell the difference between a DR memory and a daydream because with daydreams, I actually create them myself, almost like I’m walking through the daydream and deciding what happens next. Daydreams are like a creative process, where I have control over what happens. With DR memories, it's the opposite—the memory just comes to me, almost like downloading information from somewhere unknown. It’s passive, and I feel like I’m just receiving it instead of making it happen. DR memories usually come with a strong sense of certainty that they’re real, which is very different from daydreams, which feel more like imagination.

How I Recognize DR Memories :

That's how I can tell the difference between the two. I'm currently working on developing my psychic abilities, and from what I've learned, claircognizance is the best way to describe what happens when shifters get DR memories. Claircognizance is like getting information from a place you can't see, almost like an invisible source of knowledge.

One reason I value these memories so much is that they make things suddenly make sense, like putting together puzzle pieces that finally fit. They don’t feel random—they come with a clarity and sense of completeness that I can't ignore. I knew it was a DR memory because it came with a strong sense of certainty, a conviction that I wouldn't normally have if I was just imagining things. It’s that feeling of knowing that tells me it’s not something I made up, but something real and meaningful, which makes the experience even more special.

Example: Teen Wolf Filming Locations :

Here's an example that really stood out to me. It's related to Teen Wolf, specifically where they filmed the show. In the first two seasons, they filmed in Atlanta, Georgia, which gave it that small-town vibe and charm. The setting made it feel like a real close-knit community, with overcast skies, thick woods, and an older, worn-out small-town look. But from season three onward, they moved filming to California, which totally changed things.

The new location made the show look different since the Californian landscapes had more sun, wider streets, new architecture, and brighter natural scenery. This change impacted the show's overall tone and feel. The new brightness made everything look cleaner and less gritty, which affected the mood and atmosphere. What always bugged me was that the show never explained in the story why the high school changed so much between seasons two and three. It felt like a sudden, unexplained shift, and it always stood out to me as something inconsistent when I watched the series again.

The DR Memory That Explained It All :

Then I had this DR memory, and it all made sense. Basically, in my DR memory, there was a big renovation. The old high school from seasons one and two was in an older, run-down part of town with outdated facilities and a dull look. The town council realized that the school was no longer meeting the needs of the community, and it couldn't keep up with modern education standards. So, they decided to build a brand new high school—one that was bigger, more modern, and way more functional, with updated technology and better facilities, like advanced science labs, new computer rooms, and bigger athletic fields.

The construction project took about two to three years, and it involved a lot of community effort, planning, and even some fundraising by the local residents. The town was really proud to build something that would be a central part of the community and give students a much better learning environment. By the time summer break was over (like the one at the very beginning of season 3A), the new high school was ready, with modern classrooms, great sports facilities, an upgraded library with digital resources, and a cool, sleek design. It was a huge improvement compared to the old school. So, by the time season three starts, the high school is completely new and very different from the old one.

Better Than Devenford Prep :

What I found pretty funny in the DR memory was that some of the new facilities at our high school ended up being even better than the ones at Devenford Prep, which is supposed to be this elite school with the best resources. The upgrades were so impressive that even some of the prep school students came over to use our facilities, especially things like the athletic spaces and the new multimedia studio (which is, in a way, canon since I think there are scenes of Brett Talbot training at the BHHS lacrosse field). The swimming pool and gym were way nicer than anything Devenford had, which was surprising because private schools are usually thought to have better stuff than public ones.

Finally, I had an explanation for why the high school changed so much between seasons two and three, which the show never actually explained. It was really satisfying to fill in that missing piece because it made the story feel more realistic, like everything fit together and made sense, almost as if it had always been part of the original story.

@shiftingwithmars i think you have a teen wolf DR ? So maybe this lil storty time of mine will make some sense to you.

[myhaikyuuacademia]

Totally fake | Ant x Reader (Heartbreak High)

Fake dating, fem!reader A/N: it’s been a while since I watched s1 so forgive me if the timeline is a little wonky. Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

You had no idea how you got yourself in this… situation. In this mess, honestly. Thanks to Amerie, the whole school life had imploded. Thanks a lot, Map Bitch. Now here you were, standing next to her trying to get a ticket for the party as Ant told her about how his mom reacted to the whole Darren wristy thing. Your face twinged up in sympathy. Somehow Quinni and Darren had adopted Amerie into your friendgroup after the whole thing, so here you were, supporting your new friend. Well, it was more like she dragged you along. Moral support or something. Ant ended up telling Ams to go ask Spider and she trudged away disappointed, but you stayed, hesitating. “Um, I’m sorry about your mom.” You offered. What a stupid thing to say, you cursed yourself. Boys made you nervous. “Yeah, it really sucks. I love Jesus and all but going to church 3 more times a week is reaaaaally boring.” He groaned. You began walking to your next class together. “Um.” You started talking before you could think. You were a fixer, it was a whole thing. A pathological need to fix things, which is why you couldn’t really be against Quinni and Darren taking Amerie in, you wanted to help fix this. But sometimes in your need to fix things you went a little overboard. You realized that that was what you were doing after you had already started talking, and now you didn’t know what to say. But being quiet now was also embarrassing. “What’s up?” Ant stopped and leaned against the doorway of your classroom. Looking at you expectantly. Fuck it. “Maybe I could help.” You looked at him. “With your mom I mean.” He looked confused, his brows furrowing as he tried to figure out what you were proposing. “How?” Taking a deep breath in, you began rambling the plan that had formed in your head in the span of maybe 10 seconds. Which in hindsight, perhaps was a sign that this was a really dumb idea. “Well. I’m assuming your moms problem is that Darren is not a girl. Because you’re Christian and all. Which, I don’t know, not very Christian, ya know? Loving your neighbour and all. But anyway. If her problem is in fact that, I am a very good liar, I know enough about like the bible and stuff, and I happen to be a girl…” You trail off. He looked as confused as he did before you started talking, which, honestly, you figured this would not be enough to get him to understand. It was just too embarrassing to finish. You felt cold all of a sudden. Nervous. Rubbing your arms for warmth, or perhaps in an attempt to rub the nervousness away. “I’m saying I could be your fake girlfriend until she calms down.” You finally huffed out. “Ohhhhhhh” You swore you could almost see the lightbulb that went off above his head. “Gotcha.” He nodded contemplatively. “You’re really smart, y/n, I’m impressed.” Still nodding. You were a little surprised he knew your name. People tended to not know it because you mostly kept to yourself outside of your friendship with Darren and Quinni. And you hadn’t talked to Ant before, like literally ever. Yeah you shared a lot of classes, but he didn’t really seem to pay attention and so far you had never been paired with him for any group work. “Let’s do it.” He grinned, excitedly. “Wait what?” Your eyes widened in surprise. “For real?” You didn’t know what you expected his answer to be, but for some reason you hadn’t prepared yourself for a yes.

“Yeah! I’m in! I only see positives honestly. I get to pretend to date the coolest girl I know and get my mom off my back.” Wait, what did he say? The coolest girl he knows? Huh? You blinked in confusion as he left you standing in front of the open door to go to his seat. Autopilot activated you went to your seat, in between Darren and Quinni. Completely zoned out your eyes trained on Ant who was sitting a couple rows ahead and to your right. “Earth to y/n, repeat Earth to y/n.” A hand was waving in front of your face and you blinked as you turned to Darren. “huh?”. “What’s wrong with you today, space girl?” They asked. “What?” Your brain hadn’t completely caught up yet. “Why were you talking to Ant?” Quinni asked excitedly. Why was she excited? “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you talk to him before.” She mused. Uh. What were you supposed to tell them? Both of them looked at you expectantly. Completely frozen, your brain refused to cooperate. “I.. uh. Amerie. Party. Slapband. You know?” The words were more stuttered out than said, and they did in fact not know what you meant.  Your saviour came in the form of a very out-of-breath Amerie, who was almost late to class, but just almost. She fell into her seat next to Quinni and immediately started babbling about whatever it was she was up to after she had left you and Ant, taking all attention off of you. And if they saw you staring at Ant the whole class, they didn’t say anything. Yet.

By the end of the school day you had bounced back, the whole Ant thing still nagging at a corner of your brain but not at the front anymore. Until you were walking out the school gate with Darren, Quinni and Amerie, that is. “Hey, y/n, Wait up!.” This caught the attention of your more than nosy friends. You stopped and turned around to see Ant jogging up with a stupidly cute grin on his face. “Um, hi, what’s up?” Your face felt unusually flushed. Your friends looked at you like they were vultures and you, and the ensuing gossip that would come from this, their prey. You didn’t need to look at them to know that. “Here.” He held out a slapband. “You don’t have one yet, do you?” “No, I don’t, actually.” You were about to tell him that you were not interested. Partys? Not your thing. But the way he looked at you, and the fact that he got you one and went out of his way to give it to you, rendered you incapable of rejecting it. He was waiting for you to take it, or do something to accept it, so you lifted your arm and held it out in front of him. He slapped it on your arm and you mumbled out a thank you. “No worries, babe.” He leaned in and gave you quick peck on the cheek before he proceeded to wink at you and then leave with a wave and a “See you later!”. You almost dropped to your knees. What the hell just happened. Wide-eyed you looked after him, hand lifting to touch the cheek he had just kissed, legs still awfully wobbly. “BABE?!?!?!” A chorus of awestruck half-yells ripped you out of your moment, seconds before your friends came into view in front of you and crowded you. This was… too much. You gave up trying to keep your legs steady and dropped down to the ground, sitting on your knees, before shifting to sit criss-cross applesauce. “Whoa, shit girl, you okay?” Amerie dropped down next to you. Not trusting your voice you simply nodded yes. “Oh my god, you and Anthony Vaughn?” Darren crouched down next, almost scandalized by what they had just witnessed. “Oh, are we sitting now?” Quinni, bless her, sat down next to you. “Yeah…” You just said, to no one in particular, nodding. “Oh my god, you’re like, a total goner.” Amerie laughed. “I am?” You turned to look at her with puppy-dog eyes. Before this day started, you had never talked to Anthony Vaughn before, and now, before it ended, you were apparently head over heels for him. You blamed it on hormones, or some kind of chemical inbalance in your brain. Because… there was no way, right?

This would make the fake-dating significantly harder, you concluded, after you had time to mull it over. You and your friends had continued sitting on the ground for a good 10 minutes, before you felt stable enough to attempt standing and walking again. Of course they all had a million questions, yelling simultaneously, trying to understand what they had just witnessed. You had no idea what to tell them. “I will tell you once I know.” You end up saying, which leads to more questions. “Seriously guys, not right now.” You couldn’t tell them anything before you lined up stories with Ant. Well, technically you could tell them it was all fake, but they were all huge blabbermouths, and you wanted to check in with Ant first, before doing anything. You hadn’t expected him to just… go and do that. Like, at least you had expected talking to him once, or maybe twice, about what being in a fake relationship entailed, you know, lining up stories, where, what, who, when…. What kind of person his mother was, how far to go, how much to do to make it believable. But now everything had kind of blown up and it had to wait. You didn’t even have his number, you realized, after you were finally alone. The gang had tried to peer-pressure you into making this a whole goss-sesh at the diner, but you managed to worm your way out of it. Now they would probably just do it anyway, but without you to defend yourself. Not that there was anything you could say right now. Frustrated you blew a piece of hair out of your face. This was gonna be one hell of a week.

[chlorinecake]

Okay this is my first time doing one of these but could you do like how the enhypen members would react to seeing you practice their part in the choreography of one of their songs

「 ✦ enha reaction’s WHEN YOU LEARN THEIR PART IN A DANCE CHOREOGRAPHY ✦ 」

𓂃 𓈒 or when they see you dance for the first time

idol bf ! 엔하이픈 x non idol ! f. reader ⃘ 🎧

contains ∿ 🧋 pet names, kisses & teasing genre fluff, crack, est. dating 1192 words

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 ✴︎

He would be quite impressed honestly, taking pride in his sweet girlfriend wanting to mirror his talent in some way.

“You gotta get the head isolation down at this part, though,” he critiqued, putting a finger to his lips while dancing Sweet Venom.

“Well, if it looks wrong, blame yourself, because that’s who I’ve been copying this whole time,” you teased, poking him in the side of his waist and making him chuckle.

“Hmm… maybe your performance just needs a little bedazzling... Be right back!”

Your boyfriend ran out of the dancing studio, telling you to close your eyes once he came back before nestling a cowgirl hat atop your head like an angel on a Christmas tree.

You reacted immediately upon seeing your reflection in the mirror, a now smiley Heeseung standing behind your frame, “What?! Wait- When did you get this?”

Literally your face right now: 😭 

“People don’t call me an ace for nothing, babe. Now c’monnn, let’s dance together this time…,” he urged in a sing-songy voice, playfully tugging at your hands while spinning you around, “I wanna see my pretty cowgirl dance for me some more...”

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 ✴︎

“Yeah, I literally have the world’s coolest girlfriend now…,” Jay huffed proudly, giving you a kiss on the crown of your head after catching you dance in the living room.

“Now? What do you mean now?!?!,” you asked offendedly, pouting at him slightly.

“This wasn’t exactly how I planned to bring this up, but are you ready to become my Mrs. Park?”

“I've been ready since the day we met, Jay,” you smiled, burying your face in his chest while hugging him, “But I would've danced your part in a song a lot sooner if I knew it'd get me a ring...”

“Oh? So a diamond is all you want me for now? Wowwww, babe-”

You gave him a look that automatically let him know you weren't too fond of the comment he just made, “Kidding” he said, ruffling your hair playfully, “I know you love me... enough to copy me, apparently.”

“Should we break out in synchronized dancing now?” You offered, playing Sacrifice Eat Me Up from the beginning on your phone.

“Yes… but only if you can keep up with me, of course.”

*Insert Jay's infamous Roblox smirk*

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍 ✴︎

The definition of 🧍‍♂️when you pulled him aside to show off the new choreography you'd been working on for the past hour.

Goofy laugher pt. 1

“Is this actually happening right now?,” he asked while laughing shyly, just after you finished ✨performing✨ for him…

“What do you mean? D-did it look bad?,” you asked worriedly, part of your heart still feeling warm though from hearing his shy giggle earlier.

“No, no, you did great, it’s just… why my part?” He continued, hoping to draw the conversation in a different direction, given how flustered he truly felt.

“Because you look hot while doing it... I felt inspired,” you said cheekily, walking up to Jake and placing your hands on his chest, Jake’s hands wrapping around your waist as he looked back down at you.

“Babe, you can’t say stuff like that then act all playful without expecting my brain to short-circuit,” he sighed, face heating up as he looked back down at your giggling frame within the hug.

“Well, did I at least do your part in the dance any justice or did that make your brain-malfunctioning even worse?,” you pouted with puppy-dog eyes as if to persuade his anger, even though you already could tell he liked it.

“No, love… I'm just in shock, honestly... you did criminally well.”

*Insert second-hand embarrassment from Jake's corny ahh pun*

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 ✴︎

Sunghoon was initially kinda salty about you having locked yourself up in the garage all morning on his day off, but all those feelings went away once he caught on to what you were up to.

“Hey, I didn’t say you could come in here,” you yelped, just as your boyfriend barged in the garage, catching you mid dance move.

You had been practicing Chaconne because you knew it was one of his favorite songs and you figured it'd cheer him to see you supporting his interests.

“Don’t mind me,” he started, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, “I’m just observing... please, continue.”

“God, Hoon, you’re embarrassing me,” you whined, covering your face from the way he was staring you up and down in this moment.

“It’s cute, though… watching you stress yourself out trying to dance like me when the pro's been one call away this whole time.”

The pro?, you thought to yourself, the self-proclaimed title being enough to snap you out of your bashfulness.

“I might’ve been practicing for a while, but I’m already doing some parts better than you,” you scoffed competitively, making him laugh at your words to the point where his dimples started showing.

“Cocky and shy? What an interesting combination… did you get that from me, too?”

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎 ✴︎

Sunoo smiled knowingly as he walked into the dance studio, grabbing a nearby rag to pat-dry the sweat on your face, “you’ve been avoiding me all day and working out like crazy, so what’s going on?”

“I’ve been working on this tough choreography, actually … but since you’re here, maybe you can help?”

“Oh, okay,” he chirped, watching as you started to dance out the steps to Fever, stopping when you got to the part you’d been struggling with.

“How do you do this part? It just looks so much better when you do it…,” your voice stalled as you saw his cheeks expand with a smile on the mirror, “SUNOO!?”

Goofy laugher pt. 2–

The guy was quite literally laughing his ass off at you right now, feeling both a mix of embarrassment and flattery at your actions.

He noticed you pouting, covering his mouth to stall his giggles before speaking, “I’m sorry babe, you just looked so cute while dancing, I couldn’t hold back!”

“It’s supposed to look sexy though,” you whined, knowing that it’d get him to hug you in response.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍 ✴︎

“So is this your new idea of teasing me?,” Jungwon asked upon getting back home from work, the first thing in sight being you in front of the TV, quite literally passing the mic to one of his fancams.

You audibly scoffed at his words, pausing the video and giving him a look, “This is hardly teasing, Wonie… just ‘cause I’m your girlfriend, it doesn’t mean I can’t fangirl over you from time to time…”

He sat his duffel bag on the ground, walking up to give you his usual ‘I’m home’ kiss and hug before responding, “Fine then… but you definitely need to keep practicing that footwork if you want me to take you seriously.”

“Heyyy,” you whined, playfully smacking his shoulder which only made him laugh at how adorable you look, “now who’s teasing?”

𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈 ✴︎

“Okay, I do not stick my butt out like that when I do it. Watch,” Niki corrected, initially having cringed upon catching you dance Bite Me, but had now turned your little activity into a whole ass dance-off.

“Yes, you 110% do... you always have to babygirl-ify the dance moves,” you replied matter-of-factly, starting from the pre-chorus and flipping your hair more than necessary just like him.

“I know you’re about to start spewing trash whenever you use made up words,” he scoffed with fake annoyance, trying to hide the smile tugging at his lips after seeing you dance so passionately.

“Stop, I can tell you’re smiling! Just admit that you’re impressed by me, Riki, and take the L… or W since you have a talented girlfriend…”

“Fine… you’re right… I am highly impressed… both by your dancing skills and choice of vocabulary,” he confessed playfully, giving you a side hug and kissing the top on your head.

“Maybe we should work towards debuting as a couple duo now... I just know that everyone would bias us…,” he thought out loud, making you giggle at his words.

tysm for reading this quick lil fic ✗⚬ﾒ𝟶 a/n ℓօⓥe always ⋆⋆⋆

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ( 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 💌 ) @squoxle @nikisdubblchococake @wonbinisbabygurl @ashgonedash @yourmomscuntis2tighy @watamotee33 @addictedtohobi @microwvdstrawb3rri3s

[mrspiastri]

I would like to request a desi girl x lewis fic

✩ desi munda 🪅

pairing: lewis hamilton x desi!reader

cw: fluff, lewis being a bit negative etc etc

wc: 2k words

an: thanks anon, hope u like my first lewis fic!

“The last time I felt like this before a race was probably in 2008. It’s madness,” Lewis lamented in his driver’s room as he put on his fireproofs, getting ready to review the final data before hopping into the car.

“Well, it probably has to do with the fact that you’re racing in India after more than a decade. Unfamiliar track and all that jazz,” Y/N responded from where she was seated on the couch, filing her nails and adding the final touches to her makeup.

“I think it might be more because my gorgeous girlfriend won’t even look at my face,” he commented with a slight grin as he shimmied into his race suit.

She playfully rolled her eyes, snapping her compact mirror shut and stuffing it into her purse before looking at him. “There, now I’m all yours.” She smiled up at him as he walked across the room, towering over her.

“I think you’ve got a lot of pressure on you today, and not just from Fred and the team,” Y/N stated, making Lewis groan before plopping down next to her on the couch in a less-than-graceful manner.

“If you’re talking about your family, then yes, it’s probably that. I think I saw all your cousins and your aunts in the first three rows of the grandstands,” he muttered pitifully, pushing his face into the crook of her neck. She took pity on him, wrapping her arms around him as he continued ranting.

“I know they’re excited to see their future son-in-law doing what he does best—” Y/N let out an incredulous grunt at this—“but this is INSANE! I might die of stress, honestly.”

She laughed at him before holding his chin and making him look up at her. “You’re going to do wonderful, Lew. You don’t need to prove yourself to anyone. They all know you’re the best damn driver on the grid; they’re just excited to see you in your element.”

“But if I don’t win, they’re going to think I’m useless. A washed-up, no-good idiot who can’t even win a stupid race,” he sighed, slumping further down, letting his negative thoughts take over.

Y/N sat up straighter at this. “I know you’re not talking about yourself like that. Lewis, you are an amazing driver, and you know that very well,” she said firmly, leaving no room for hesitation.

“Besides, my whole family loves you! You could come dead fucking last, and they’d still cheer. Hell, you could DNF, and they’d cheer as you brought your car into the pits to retire from the race.”

Lewis let out a dry laugh at that. He couldn’t exactly deny it.

“I just... I don’t want them to think I’m a loser. I want them to see me as a part of their family—as your future husband. If they see me lose, they’ll think I’m not good enough for you,” he finally admitted, revealing what had been weighing on him ever since Y/N told him her family would be attending the race.

Y/N was silent, emotions warring inside her. On one hand, she was shocked he thought so lowly of himself and his reputation in front of her family. But on the other hand, the fact that he had thought so far ahead about their future made her want to grab his face and kiss him until he forgot every single doubt in his head.

“Lew, I promise you—whatever happens today won’t change their perception of you. To them, you are the coolest, most enigmatic person ever. And you’re definitely the best catch out of all the other partners my family members have brought home. I mean, come on, who can beat a seven-time Formula One World Champion?”

A knock at the door interrupted them, a staff member reminding Lewis that he had to check the final corrections made to the car after qualifying before the formation lap started in 15 minutes.

“I’ll meet my parents in the garage; you go on ahead,” she said, standing up and adjusting the red dress she wore, showing her full support for the Ferrari driver.

Lewis got into the car, checking if the throttle and steering were working fine. “Seems good. Wanna start the lap?” he asked his engineers, receiving an affirmative response.

Y/N leaned down and kissed his cheek, leaving a red lipstick mark on his skin. “A kiss for good luck—and to remove the stupid thoughts in your head.”

“I was hoping for a proper one,” Lewis playfully pouted up at her.

“That’s for after the race. You gotta have something to look forward to, na?”

He simply laughed before putting on his helmet. The sound of his car revving up echoed in the garage as he exited. Y/N, meanwhile, made her way to the back where her parents waited for her, smiling at the conversation she had just had with Lewis.

“He seems stressed, hope it doesn’t affect his performance.” her dad pointed out, making her sigh in worry.

“He is. Honestly, he’s more worried about disappointing the family than he is about losing,” she confided.

“I hope you told him he’s crazy for even thinking that,” her mother gasped.

Y/N winked while putting her headphones on. “You know it.”

🪺🪺🪺

It was the final lap of the race. Lewis had overtaken Max at the start of lap 37, after tailing him for more than half of the race. In the Ferrari garage, tensions were high, with both drivers in podium positions.

As the checkered flag waved, Lewis soared past it, clinching victory in front of his girlfriend’s home crowd and further cementing Ferrari’s Constructors’ Championship title contention.

The announcers’ voices boomed throughout the grandstands, the crowd erupting into cheers. Everyone at the Ferrari garage ran out to celebrate with Lewis and Charles in parc fermé, the latter having placed third. Y/N and her parents were escorted to where the podium finishers had gathered their cars.

Lewis stood on his car, bowing to the roaring fans with his palms pressed together in a namaste pose—just like she had taught him.

The team cheered him and Charles on, with pats on the back and massive hugs. Lewis was all smiles, scanning the crowd until his eyes found Y/N, waving at him from behind the barriers.

He ran up to her, lifting her off the ground in the biggest hug he could manage without hoisting her over the barrier. She hugged him tighter, his helmet getting in the way.

He pulled it off, handing it to a team member before pulling her in again. “Now, about that kiss you mentioned earlier...” he grinned.

“You’re impossible!” Y/N laughed, playfully pushing his chest.

“Good thing you love it.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t let him suffer for long. She leaned in, closing the distance between them. Her lips met his in a kiss that was slow and lingering, as if they wanted to memorize the feel of each other. His hand slid to the nape of her neck, fingers threading into her hair, while his other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him.

She melted into him, gripping the front of his race suit, anchoring herself in his warmth.

The crowds, the cheers, the cameras—it all faded into the background.

When they finally pulled apart, breathless, their foreheads rested together, the air between them thick with unspoken words.

She let out a soft, breathy laugh. “I forgot we were in public for a second.”

He chuckled, fingers tracing her back. “Me too. Hope your dad doesn’t beat the shit out of me.”

Her parents decided to turn a blind eye to the couple, instead focusing on congratulating Lewis on his win. However, he couldn’t help but notice her father slapping his back just a little harder than necessary, a certain look in his eye that made Lewis straighten up.

🪺🪺🪺

Later, in the Ferrari hospitality, Y/N groaned as Lewis reached for her.

“Please shower! The champagne and sweat combined make me want to puke.”

Lewis, of course, ignored this, chasing her around until he finally caught her in his grasp—sweat, champagne, and all.

“You’re so disgusting. I just washed my hair, yaar.”

Her smirk, however, gave her away.

“Well, Lewis,” her cousin quipped, “you’ve definitely earned your spot in the family now.”

Lewis grinned. “Well, I’d hope so. It was very nice of you all to come out today—really motivated me. And scared the living shit out of me.”

The whole room burst into laughter. Her father cleared his throat, eyeing the two of them. “You’ve done well today, beta. You’ve got speed, skill, and determination—but most importantly, you make my daughter happy.

Lewis straightened slightly, sensing the weight of the moment. “That means the world to me, sir.”

Her father studied him for a beat before nodding approvingly. “Good. Now go shower before you suffocate us with that champagne stench.”

The room erupted into laughter, and Y/N rolled her eyes fondly. “I told you.” Lewis laughed, pressing a quick kiss to Y/N’s temple before heading off. “I’ll be back—don’t have too much fun without me.”

🪺🪺🪺

The afterparty was in full swing by the time Lewis and Y/N arrived. The upscale venue was buzzing with energy—team members, rival drivers, and VIP guests mingled over glasses of champagne, the hum of conversations blending seamlessly with the music playing overhead.

The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne, celebratory drinks, and the undeniable electricity of victory.

When the doors opened, all heads instinctively turned toward the couple making their entrance.

Lewis Hamilton, still glowing from his win, walked in with Y/N by his side, her right arm slotted in the crook oh his left one. They were well dressed as always — Lewis in a well-fitted, deep blue kurta, a nod to Y/N’s heritage, and Y/N in a breathtaking red saree that shimmered under the golden lights. The rich fabric draped over her in a way that left little to the imagination, her bangles softly jingling as she adjusted her hold on his arm.

“Well, don’t we look like a power couple?" Charles teased, raising his glass as they approached.

Y/N smirked. "You’re just jealous, Charlie."

“Of the matching outfits or the fact that you two have already stolen all the attention?" Carlos chimed in with a grin.

Lewis chuckled, placing a protective hand on the small of Y/N’s back. "Can’t blame them. My girl does clean up pretty damn well."

Y/N turned to him, eyes dancing with amusement. "Only fair, considering I dressed you."

Lewis leaned in slightly, voice low and teasing. "And here I thought I was doing you a favor by looking this good." She rolled her eyes but didn’t deny it. Instead, she tugged him toward the bar.

"Come on, Mr. Race Winner, let’s get you a drink before you get too cocky." The bartender barely had a chance to ask before Charles called out, "A whiskey for the champion and—Y/N, what are you drinking?"

"White wine," she replied.

Lewis took the glass from the bartender and handed it to her before raising his own in a silent toast. "To surviving your family’s initiation," he joked.

She laughed softly, clinking her glass against his. "Oh, you’re not done yet. This is just the beginning. But let’s talk about that later, because the only thing I’m focusing on is how good you look in this kurta.”

He laughed, “Well you’re the one who said I should wear this instead of the red one I wanted to go with.”

“It’s called contrast, and we’re pulling it off well. Besides, you look much more handsome in this, like a proper desi munda.

Lewis narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "That sounds both adorable and terrifying. Should I be worried?"

Y/N smirked, "Don’t worry about it.”

Before he could question her, the music shifted to something slower, more sultry, and Lewis took that as his cue. Handing his glass to Carlos, he turned to Y/N with a familiar glint in his eye.

"May I have this dance?" Y/N raised an eyebrow. "You? Dancing at a public event?"

Lewis smirked, pulling her toward him without waiting for an answer. "For you? Always."

And just like that, in the middle of the celebration, the world shrank down to just the two of them—spinning, laughing, and getting lost in each other, a champion on the track and in love.

never written for lewis before so hope this is nice anon. honestly not very proud of this one but like fuck it we ball <4

[quirekey]

Hi Quire! I have a fun request for you to try out.

May I request HCs of [TFP] Bumblebee, Smokescreen, and Knock Out (separately) reacting to their Cybertronian![S/O] [Gender Neutral] [Romantic] who used to be a pop idol back on Cybertron before the war?

[Prompt]: Somehow, ‘Bee, Smokes and K.O. obtained some lost information relating to their Sparkmate and it explains they used to be a famous idol back in Iacon. [S/O] would be so embarrassed about their former life before the war, then explain about changing their fame and name so no other bot can find out, until now. They rather win a war than please an audience.

Ooo!! Thanks for the fun request, this looked really cool!! Tysm for the cleanliness of the request also.

(I did change some parts of the request to make it more.. openly different between the 3)

[ BUMBLEBEE, SMOKESCREEN, KNOCKOUT ] x [ GN!READER ]

[ bumblebee / smokescreen / knockout x cybertronian!gn!idol!reader ]

TRANSFORMERS PRIME HEADCANONS:

BUMBLEBEE

- Bumblebee finds out you're a famous idol after he was talking to you for Primus knows how long. While you were trying to train to keep your gorgeous frame in shape, he asked a question that stirred towards the fact that you used to be an idol. You slipped due to your dismissive behaviour, you were just trying to train.

“So like, do you like singing? You seem to do quite a bit of it alone, if that’s what I’ve been hearing!”

“Yeah, sure. I sing quite a bit.”

“What, are you a singer or something? That would be awesome!”

“Yeah yeah, I am. What about it?”

- When Bumblebee finds out you were a famous idol, he goes ballistic, positively. He’s so hyped that he is talking to an idol that many Cybertronians know. Hell, he’s dating his idol!

- He is hyped and starts asking even more questions, wanting to know every detail. Him with his curious mind does ask you some private questions, you obviously avoid them. Bumblebee is just a little too excited to realise he is being invasive.

- Bumblebee realises he used to go to all of your concerts and was one of your biggest fans. You changed most of your appearance to seem more structured and your voice deepened, you were a whole different bot. Bumblebee is starstruck about what even happened.

- He asks you quite a bit on why you changed. Your usual answer is ‘Our victory in war is far more important than the entertainment of others.’. Bumblebee doesn’t understand because who wouldn’t want fame, but he does get it after some extra context.

- You tell him to keep it between the both of you and he complies. He does really want to talk about it to the other autobots but he doesn’t wanna upset you.

- Bumblebee definitely sings along with you if he finds you singing. Though it’s just buzzing and beeps, it’s cute. You just keep singing as he makes a replicated melody.

- Bumblebee would spend cycles trying to find remaining music videos, live concert recordings or photos of you when you were an idol. It wasn’t because he was weird but merely just curious and excited.

SMOKESCREEN

- Smokescreen was just having a small chat with you in the main base, having done their to-do list and everybody else was on field. He then remembers a certain idol that he used to look up to, he described them as a ‘compassionate star who never gave up, no matter what others did to them’. You knew it was you when he repeated the line that you said before every concert. Smokescreen only realises you were that idol when he starts describing their personality. Though he’s distraught, you confess and reassure him that it’s you that was that idol.

- Smokescreen was definitely surprised, you have changed a lot since then. Though he is curious on why you have changed, he also respects your decision if you wanted to part from your past. Because of this, he never asks any question that is considered ‘invasive’, even to a mild or surface level.

- Smokescreen thinks this is the coolest thing about you. He’s so happy that he has met you, but not because of your status. Smokescreen was happy because you were such a talented bot and he’s able to be there to support you in your new journey. He’s glad you chose to fight and not sing, he thinks it was the right choice, especially in the situation the autobots were in currently

- Yes, Smokescreen is glad you chose this path, but also wants you to still engage in your hobbies. He does hear you sing when you're alone and he understands that you do miss your past, when you were carefree and passionate for something you actually wanted to do. Smokescreen would encourage you to sing, trying to sing himself to lift your spirits. Let’s just say he isn’t the best, but he’s trying.

- You didn’t even need to tell him to keep it a secret. He understood that you weren’t too fond of the others knowing about your past, so he just kept it between the two of you. He’s proud of you no matter what.

KNOCKOUT

- Knockout finds out by research and images that were stuffed deep in Cybertronian history, blocked out by the recent war. He was just doing his research for a task he was given and after some deep searching, he found a video of an idol that was famous throughout all of Cybertron. It was a video of a bot who seemingly spoke a lot like you. They had a similar posture, engaging aura and a charismatic voice that matched you.

- At first, he thought it was just a coincidence. Why would somebot who was all about the passion in life join the Decepticons? It wouldn’t exactly make any sense to him, so he shrugged it off.

- The video was on his mind for quite a while so he decided to ask. No point in keeping it in. He asked you a few indirect questions, trying to bait you into being honest incase if you were embarrassed or disappointed in your past. Lucky for him, your oblivious self fell for it.

- When Knockout does connect the dots and finds out you used to be an idol, he makes fun out of it. He did think it was embarrassing at first, but also realised that you were extremely talented at singing. He did give you credit for being able to deal with such fans too, that can be pretty hard.

- Knockout finds more lost media of you back then, singing, dancing and interacting with fans. He thinks it's mildly stupid but doesn’t say it out loud, seeing his sparkmate happy was more than enough, and he didn’t want to hurt your feelings even more.

- Knockout undeniably compares your change from then to now. He points out smaller details that you didn’t realise, like how your frame has been sharpened to be way more sharpened for battle or that your colours have barely dulled overtime. He compares your frame, personality, voice and your general self to your past self. When you do get insecure, he does stop. He’s merely just studying, but he thinks the changes you made still make you perfect. Hell, he thinks you're way better now than before.

Just wanna acknowledge how i found a gif with the 3 of them specifically, i feel powerful dude

[allwaswell16]

A fic rec of One Direction fics in which Louis has a girl child as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other recs here. Happy reading!

- Louis / Harry -

🩷 Be There by @mission2feelike

(NR, 197k, exes) The one where their family has been torn apart and their hearts broken, but an accident, a snowstorm, cinnamon rolls, and the adorable Josie force Louis and Harry to finally face the truth, and each other.

🩷 Flour and Chocolate by teaandtumblr

(M, 145k, hipster Harry) Louis is a single dad and Harry works at the newly opened bakery down the street.

🩷 Linger by @yourpricelessadvice

(E, 136k, speed dating) Louis has a truckload of painful memories and a custody arrangement where a family could’ve been. The last thing he’s looking for is a new relationship.

🩷 Just Pretend by @kingsofeverything

(E, 90k, fake relationship) Louis Tomlinson is a divorced dad who doesn't date. What free time he has, he likes to spend with his teenage daughter, and if he wants to take someone home, he does it when she's spending the weekend with her mom.

🩷 Full of Terraced Dreams by @insightfulinsomniac

(E, 47k, neighbors) In the midst of parenting a teenager on the precipice of presenting as an alpha, the new neighbors moving in next door are the least of Louis' concerns. That is, until said neighbor turns out to be entirely too lovely and also a young single parent.

🩷 For You I Saved the Love (I Never Knew How to Give) by pinky_heaven19 / @pinky-heaven19

(NR, 42k, small town) the one where Louis moves to a small town with his young daughter and has a gorgeous neighbor. Harry loves children and Louis also likes him a little bit. Lots of fluff.

🩷 Oh, That's What I Want by @lululawrence

(NR, 38k, girl direction) Louis is 42 and newly divorced with her four daughters off to college when she realizes all the plans she used to have for her life no longer fit. Just as she's starting to figure things out, she meets Harry Styles who proves sometimes starting over turns out so much better than sticking with the original plan.

🩷 Heart Beat by @allwaswell16

(E, 35k, small town) When Harry returns to start a music academy in his hometown, he finds himself face to face with his high school crush—and his charming daughter who wants to learn to play the drums.

🩷 maybe this christmas by you_explode / @nobodymoves

(M, 34k, A Miracle on 34th Street AU) Harry lives next door to Louis and babysits his daughter. He might be hopelessly in love with Louis and desperate to be part of his little family, but he’s ignoring that in favour of trying to make Louis’s busy life as easy as possible.

🩷 we can get there (we can do it if we try) by @zouisclimax

(E, 28k, nanny Harry) the one where Louis's a dad in desperate need for a new nanny. Harry's perfect for the job

🩷 KIWI KIWI KIWI by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings

(NR, 24k, famous/not famous) When Louis' daughter took up acting as a hobby two years ago he figured he'd be just like every other parent of a young aspiring star. But that was before she was cast in a music video for Harry Styles in a one to a million shot, and before Louis began falling for way more than just his music.

🩷 Took Me by Surprise by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(M, 20k, secret relationship) A decade later, he's the head anchor of the American version of Match of the Day and is raising the coolest nine-year-old on the planet, who happens to be obsessed with Harry Styles - popstar, musician, and all-around household name.

🩷 all i want for christmas is by pinkgelpen

(E, 17k, age difference) harry is louis' daughters' au pair. they spend christmas in austria

🩷 O' Christmas Tree by @justalittlelouislove

(M, 15k, Christmas) Louis has a busy schedule to keep and a daughter to raise. He definitely isn't looking for a relationship. Enter Harry Styles, a local Christmas tree farmer that seems just a little too good to be true.

🩷 reckless behaviour by @seekforwarmth

(E, 13k, famous/not famous) Harry is a retired football player looking for a new opportunity. Louis is the image consultant hired to help him find it.

🩷 A Long Way From the Playground by nightwideopen / @themarshalstale

(G, 10k, Dr. Harry) Louis is a single dad who is having a lonely life crisis and Harry is a doctor that carries around princess band-aids in his pocket.

🩷 1D Wordplay Series 2022 by @phdmama

(E, 8k, lawyer Louis) New town, new job, new school for his daughter. It's a chance to start again for Louis Tomlinson, a clean slate.

🩷 Elementary by iwillpaintasongforlou / @canonlarry

(T, 7k, teacher Harry) Harry is a kindergarten teacher who's been roped into coaching a youth footie league, despite the fact that he doesn't know the first thing about football. Louis is the father of one of the girls in Harry's class who thinks he could coach circles around Harry (he can).

- Rare Pairs -

🩷 happiness hits like a train on a track by @leighbot

(G, 9k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) the one where single father Louis is set up on multiple dates and none of them seem to take.

[phantomarine]

Clam's Quick Tips for Starting Your Very First Webcomic

Howdy! Here are the three bits of advice I tend to give people who ask me about getting into webcomic-making. Maybe they can help you jump into the fray with a little less fear.

1) Make Your First Chapter a Pilot Episode

You will be told by webcomic veterans to start with a short, simple comic idea first - which is wise - but if all you can think about is your big magnum opus, then you might as well hop in, right? Otherwise you'll just be glancing back at the other cooler project forever.

But if you can't start with a small simple story, start on a small, simple part of that larger story. Your first chapter should be a snapshot of the main conflict - show us a simple scene with few characters, ease us in slowly, keep things clear and focus on emotion/impact/clarity. Get the audience to care by offering something easily digested, but full of promise.

Once you're done with that 'pilot' chapter, and you're feeling more comfortable with the whole comic process, you can open the gates and show us the larger world. At that point, you'll be way more ready.

2) Simplify Your Art Style For Your Own Sanity

Always try to make your webcomic's art style as simple as possible - the standard rule is to use only 75% of your artistic skill for every comic page you make. Otherwise you will burn out quickly and terribly.

But you also need to be PROUD of your art style. If you're really feeling itchy, add a couple bells and whistles to your style so you can look at the finished page and say "Yeah, looks cool." You'll find the right balance the more you draw.

Also, don't be afraid to change your art style as you go along. Ultimate consistency is often impossible in webcomics anyway - so embrace your desire to try new things, streamline your work, whatever you feel needs to happen to be happiest. Sometimes the coolest part of reading a webcomic is noticing that style change - so don't hesitate to embrace it!

3) Resist the Reboot! RESIST!

The curse/blessing of drawing the same things over and over is that you'll inevitably get better at drawing those things. The trouble comes when you look back at old stuff and start thinking "Damn, I could draw that way better now."

You must recognize that this feeling never goes away. Not after a hundred pages. Not after three hundred. Not after a thousand.

I think everyone should be allowed one soft reboot for their first webcomic. Redraw some panels that bother you. Change up some dialogue if it doesn't make sense with your new story ideas. Do maintenance, basically. One of the beauties of webcomics is that they can be easily edited, without reprinting a whole book or remaking a whole game.

But if the ultimate purpose of a webcomic is to tell a story, then constant reboots will just be retelling the same story - slightly better each time, but the same at its core. We've heard it before. Most audiences would rather you save your strength and just keep going, rather than circling back year after year and going "Wait wait wait! I'll do it better this time."

Reboot early, not often, and only when you absolutely must! You're a storyteller, and you're constantly getting better at telling your story. Don't be ashamed of it - look back how much ground you've covered, and keep walking!

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That's a good start. Happy webcomicking - don't be afraid to jump in, but be prepared to learn a lot very quickly. And if this advice doesn't work for you or adhere to how you did it, that's absolutely fine - webcomics are diverse by nature, and so are their creation processes. Feel out what works best for you, and good luck!

[harrysgal]

I DIG YOUR CINEMA (12)

harry styles x yn aspiring filmmaker — social media AU

About the smau: yn starts posting videos on youtube and is trying to build a career as a filmmaker. Things are going pretty well for her and she starts getting more attention when she creates content about shows she goes to. She’s also a fan of Harry’s music and some of his fans start getting suspicious when his team starts interacting with her.

About yn: although the character does not have a faceclaim, pictures suggest reader is white.

Disclaimer: The story it’s set in 2021 and it will follow their relationship through the LOT leg in the US. Since this is nothing but fiction, I will be following some of the real timeline but also adding my own stuff. On top of that, I won’t be basing myself on Harry’s actual posts.

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I DIG YOUR CINEMA (PART 12) — STILL IN NYC

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yourinstagram nyc this is not a drill: my favorite person in the whole wide world is here and even tho she’s just arrived she’s not wasting any time!! i mean ive barely recovered from how freaking good the show was but im already out here having yet another greatest night thanks to her. god i missed you ＠bestfriend lets find you a fake job too so you never leave my side okay? okay love youuuuuuu  

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bestfriend COUNTDOWN IS OVERRRRRR bestfriend WE FINALLY MEET AGAINNNNN  bestfriend WHERE IS MY PIZZAAAAAA user3 the chaotic energy i get from these two is so healing istg  harrystyles I feel betrayed

↳ yourinstagram no boys allowed when it’s girls night ↳ bestfriend you’re invited next time tho we’ll make an exception

harryfan1 harry can you please just follow her already ftlog you’re here all the time anyway  harryfan5 aaaaaaaa it happened it finally happened!! user1 omg I’m so happy for you, so excited! I guess this means she’s going to the second show, right? 🤩 harryfan3 OKAY BUT I NEED TO KNOW ＠bestfriend did you meet harry already or?? I mean how was it are you okay did you fangirl PLS SHARE user2 is ＠bestfriend getting her own short video like your mom did? 

↳ harryfan7 omg that’s so true I remember when that came up she was doing those videos all the time and now we haven’t gotten one in so long 😭

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ynupdates Hey guys! As many of you already know, ＠bestfriend turned her ig private right when Yn joined Harry Styles on tour and her number of followers it’s pretty low.

Luckily for us, as soon as we created the account and started posting about Yn, she followed us. We were only able to follow her back after a little while, but since then we’ve been able not only to stay in touch with her but also to keep up with her posts.

All this time we’ve been very supportive and respectful of her privacy and never shared any pictures or information related to Yn (or even mentioned anything existed in the first place). 

This weekend, though, the two best friends are finally reunited ❤️ it was a surprise for all of us, and the excitement we felt when we saw these stories was really hard to contain. So… We reached out to ＠bestfriend and asked if we could share these with you — to which she very kindly said yes! (if we promised to cover yn’s face, of course)

With that being said, we hope you enjoy these glimpses posted by Yn’s best friend during the day. Pictures include them sightseeing in NYC this morning, the cutest pose by the one and only Harry Styles, a cake from backstage at the Madison Square Garden, and Yn doing her job right before the show! 

We’re so happy and so thankful that we get to freak out about all this with you! Share your thoughts with us, and let’s show our love to the coolest best friend who is also the most supportive we’ve ever seen! 

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user1 ahhh!! I follow her too and I freak out every time I see anything. I’m so happy to know she was okay with you guys sharing this ❤️ user2 uh-oh… this place is about to get so crowded… harryfan1 oh my goodness look at him???!??!???? harryfan3 they’re all hanging out together?! I need more details pls user3 let me innnnnnnn  user4 everyone say THANK YOU BESTIE

↳ user5 THANK YOU BESTIE ↳ harryfan5 THANK YOU BESTIE 

user6 I’m not a fan of Harry Styles but damn he looks hot harryfan7 guys I’m so jealous I wanna follow her too :(((( harryfan9 okay but what if she posts about the show?? and more pictures of him?? will you share everything with us???

↳ harryfan11 say yes please ↳ ynupdates only if she’s okay with it :) we will never share anything without her consent! 

harryfan13 real talk now: how many secrets have you been keeping all to yourself since you’ve followed her?

↳ ynupdates 🫣🤐

ynrryfan THOSE ARE MY PARENTS AND MY MOTHER  ynrryfan THANK YOU ＠bestfriend WE LOVE YOU ynrry THANK YOU ＠ynupdates WE LOVE YOU TOO harryfan8 ???? wtf 

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yourinstagram second show in nyc is over guys 🥺 

gosh im supposed to be out celebrating rn but ive been in my hotel room staring and smiling at the only two pics i took tonight. i honestly cant believe how genuinely happy i feel. i never tried to hide how much i love harry’s music, or how to be able to watch him perform my favorite songs every night is a dream come true for me. but then to be there with ＠bestfriend singing and dancing to OUR favorite songs is something so extraordinary i cant even imagine putting it into words. she was there when i needed someone to push me so i finally started posting videos on youtube, she cheered me on, and she supported me all the way through every achievement. but above all that, she was also there when i was going through the lowest period of my life. when i didnt want to leave my bed and when i could barely recognize myself anymore. she was there and she never let go of my hand. just like she still wont let go of it until this day. life isnt perfect and not every day is the happiest, but every day i feel the luckiest for having such an amazing friend next to me. ily bestie and thank you for sharing this moment with me!

also and finally (before someone comes knocking on my door and yelling at me for how late i am…….), i just wanna warn you that i’ll be the most annoyingly happy person in nyc tonight. i had the greatest time of my life and im so over the moon that im not the least embarrassed of being this emotional or this dramatic or this unbothered by my silly grammar and punctuation!! lol all jokes aside these people around me make me smile everyday and there’s nothing but gratitude and love towards them. thank you thank you thank you. to all of you. my favorite fake friends. you smashed it tonight and im sure madison square garden had never seen such talented gorgeous wonderful people take over a stage like you did the past two days. im proud and ily all. 

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bestfriend shut up bestfriend did we just post pictures of the same moment? bestfriend we so did! bestfriend ugh i love you so much there are no words to describe it bestfriend my fav song was even included on the set list i feel like i won the lottery or something  lookitsnyoh there’s nothing but gratitude and love towards you, too 🧚 pillowpersonpp Let’s cheers to that tonight! user1 ahh, i love your friendship! user1 also i just remembered when you bought harry’s album with your first paycheck and you mentioned something about your ex being jealous so he didn’t want you to buy it? 

↳ harryfan55 wait, what? Where did you see that? ↳ user1 she posted about it months ago  ↳ bestfriend hahahaha ↳ bestfriend thats so true and im so drinking to that tonight

annetwist ❤️ harryfan4 I’m sorry (I’m not) but there’s nothing you can say that will make me change my mind about you ynrryfan this tour is the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me harryfan5 please never change harryfan7 wheres harry am i finally here before him???

↳ harryfan9 lol im afraid he only liked the post this time

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PART 13 — AFTER NYC

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Tag list: @tchlamqtsgf @theekyliepage @deamus-liv @hotchnersangel @gem1712 @firelordzu @stylessbean @this-is-tiny-mia — PLEASE READ: I’ll only add to the next tag list those who interact with this post. I hope you understand, thank you for your excitement.