#a quality concept ❤️

[mayasdeluca]

#worried girlfriends

BONUS:

[venusnightsky]

🌠OUTFIT SWAP 🌠

[elbiotipo]

It's so funny when people say "not all AI sucks! only generative AI!" because generative AI is genuinely an amazing technology.

You know why those early AI images like crayon and such were so strange and dreamlike? It's because generative algorithms actually do generate those images. They don't copypaste like a collage, images are created pixel-by-pixel. Generative AIs are actually systems that assimilate concepts, associate them to images, are able to translate instructions in plain human text instead of code and create new things from it (this was seen as pure science fiction less than 5 years ago). This is why AI images now have better quality, because new models are able to understand more concepts and implement them. Because the idea with generative AI isn't and shouldn't for it to be able to just copy-paste images or text, it's the ability to generate new images or text from learned concepts.

This post gets, in a very easy, understandable way, into the details on how this works. And I hope you do give it a read no matter your stand on this:

This, as I always say, was considered pure science fiction, a thing that would not exist until at least the 2100s if at all, and it is now here. And not only by corporations, but open-source models are being researched by the minute.

No, I do not care for AI corporations and I don't care for what they're mostly trying to use AI for (advertising and customer service). I care about what can become of this technology. Advertising and mass produced shit will be shit, no matter if it's done by human or AI. Do I expect an advertisement to be shit because it uses AI? No, I expect it to be shit because it is an advertisement.

What will be interesting, and I think we will see more in the future when the utterly poisoned current discourse about AI calms down, will be when artists with interesting concepts and a good handle of these tools start to create new things, much like synthesizers or photographers didn't ruin music or art, because there was always an artist behind the tool in the first place. Someone is doing those prompts to create something. Your question should be who and why.

[asterafroditis]

Hello!

I’d like to request the octrio with an asexual reader. I’m not too picky, so whatever you see fit! Although preferably more on the romantic side please! (I don’t want reader to get rejected ghgjgk)

I get this may be a bit of an awkward ask, so please don’t feel pressured to do it! ❤️

𐔌 . ⋮ love beyond touch .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☓┆Azul, Jade, & Floyd x asexual gn! reader (separate)

𓏵 726 words

ᝰ.ᐟ headcanons, no pronouns used, fluff

I'm actually aroace-spec so this wasn't awkward at all! I hope this exactly caters to your request! feel free to like, reblog, or comment!

ᝰ.ᐟ masterlist

Azul would approach a relationship with careful consideration, analyzing every aspect like a well-prepared contract. When he realizes you’re asexual, his first instinct is to research—discreetly, of course. He’s not about to ask outright and risk looking ignorant. Instead, he gathers knowledge, ensuring he understands what it means and how to navigate your relationship in a way that makes you comfortable.

He might initially worry that he can’t provide what you need, but once you reassure him that your feelings for him aren’t contingent on anything physical, he exhales a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He shifts his focus to what he does best: crafting moments of intimacy through words, gestures, and acts of service. Azul is a firm believer that affection can be expressed in a thousand different ways, and he’s eager to explore every single one.

Romance with Azul means private dinners in his VIP room, soft words whispered over candlelight, and tender reassurances when his insecurities creep in. He thrives on quality time, and the simple act of sharing drinks while discussing your day becomes a cherished ritual. He may not always say it outright, but his actions speak volumes—whether it’s remembering your favorite dessert or slipping a handwritten note into your books.

"There are… many ways to express devotion, wouldn’t you agree? Physicality isn’t the sole measure of affection. I would be a fool to let something so trivial stand in the way of what we have."

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Jade approaches your relationship much like he tends to his terrariums—patiently, attentively, and with great care. When you reveal that you’re asexual, he listens with quiet intrigue, nodding along as he absorbs your words. Jade is nothing if not adaptable, and the concept of romance without a focus on physicality doesn’t faze him in the slightest.

If anything, he finds it fascinating—one more layer to peel back and study. He never makes you feel like a puzzle to be solved, though. Instead, he takes your preferences into account and seamlessly adjusts, treating your boundaries with the same respect and consideration he gives to everything else. Affection with Jade manifests in quiet but meaningful ways: the way he subtly leans closer when you speak, how he shields you from the rain without a word, the lingering touch of his fingers when he hands you something.

Jade enjoys the thrill of deep conversations, and if romance is to be built on something other than physicality, then he will ensure it is rich in emotional depth. He asks thought-provoking questions, weaving discussions that leave you contemplating long after the conversation ends. If you ever feel insecure about what you can or can’t offer, he tilts his head and chuckles, his mismatched eyes twinkling.

"My, my, such concerns are unnecessary. If anything, I find it quite refreshing. Love, after all, is not bound by a single definition. Shall we discover what ours looks like together?"

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Floyd has never been one to care much for rules or expectations, so when you tell him you’re asexual, he blinks once, twice, and then shrugs. “Okay! So?” It’s not that he doesn’t understand—it’s just that, to him, it doesn’t change anything. He likes you. That’s it. Simple.

He doesn’t treat you any differently, nor does he make a big deal about it. If you ever express worries about whether he’ll lose interest, Floyd pouts and dramatically flops over you like a beached eel. “You really think I’m that shallow? Sheesh, shrimpy! That hurts my feelings!” He’s an affectionate person by nature, but he’s also flexible—literally and figuratively. If you’re comfortable with certain kinds of affection, he’s all for it. If not, he simply finds new ways to show his love.

He thrives on shared experiences and quality time. Late-night walks, arcade dates, reckless adventures—he wants to make memories with you, not just go through the motions of what people say romance should be. He’s unpredictable, but one thing remains constant: his unwavering devotion.

"D’aww, don’t stress ‘bout stuff like that, shrimpy. You’re mine, I’m yours—that’s all that matters, yeah? Hehehe, now c’mon, let’s go do somethin’ fun! I’m bored!"

[yesimwriting]

Heyy ya!! Hwo you doing? I wanted to ask maybe you can write Coriolanus x reader when he gets to district after just finishing training for pacekeepers, or maybe where his tribute just arrived to the capitol and the reader maybe says the “what does my mentor do besides bring me roses?” Line? ❤️

A/n the turn around for this was so fast for me 😭 i got excited

hi!! i love these prompts and am so glad for the excuse to write something for him 😭,, also i didn't blatantly make the reader the district 12 tribute bc i didn't want to necessarily cute lucy gray out all together, but it's clear that she's from a poorer district and that being assigned to mentor her is an insult to the Snow name,, also reader pulls a katniss and volunteers for a younger family member bc the irony of that scratches an inch in my brain

Summary: After the very public slight of being assigned to mentor a female tribute from a lower district, all Snow can think about is the uphill battle that winning the Plinth prize will now be. Until, he realizes, that he's been given the first ever district volunteer who seems to have a quality that makes people care about her.

Warnings: my first time writing for a specific character, Coriolanus's internal thoughts are a little softer than they should be at some points but i love the accidental and deeply impractical crush trope so

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Of Angels

The desperation masquerading as fierceness behind her eyes is undeniable. Coriolanus feels the way your panic, your shock as the weight of your own words dawn on you in his chest. He swallows, forcing down the feeling.

Take me--take me instead! The phrase is repeated again and again, shaky and pleading.

Something about the display, about the 12-year-old girl that desperately tries to cling to you as peace keepers push you forward, makes it hard to watch. Even worse, it makes it impossible to look away.

The first ever district volunteer. A suicide mission or a--a desperate call for attention? A decision made out of hysteria that you're already starting to regret?

He can't decide as the footage of you being ushered onto stage is played. Surely, Dr. Gaul and other Capitol officials won't find this acceptable. The concept of volunteering has always been reserved for the careers, the districts that produce well fed children that train for this. It's a way to allow them to pick their best, their strongest. It is not a way for someone to lay down their life for someone else.

"Are you saying you volunteer?"

You blink, eyes wild and bright as you openly survey the crowd. Coriolanus briefly thinks that you might attempt to take what he doubts is an actual out. You seem to be considering something before finally nodding once. The motion so stiff it makes you look smaller, like the girl whose name was originally called.

"Yes," you mumble. The softness of it is a personal accost. Your choice was made in panic, but that isn't who you are. You're not much of a performer or a fighter or even bold...you're not much of a chance at the Plinth Prize. "I-I volunteer."

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In the end, he had come because of Tigris. She had insisted that there was a way to see his tribute as more than just another face from the districts, as more human than animal.

She loves that little girl enough to die in her place. If I was her, I'd want someone to tell me that my choice meant something. I'd want someone to show that they care about me.

The words had felt dismissible at first, but the more he thought about them, the more it made sense. Panem had seen the entire thing, had seen the way that his tribute continued to comfort the younger girl even after sentencing herself to death. There's a story worthy of a show in that.

If he can convince you to go on camera, to speak of the girl, of the choice...maybe he'd have a chance at his future. And if the public support manages to help you in some way or another, that'd only be an additional benefit. You love that girl enough to die for her, maybe that means you love her enough to fight tooth and nail to live for her as well.

The train that stops at each district pulls to a stop. The doors open, releasing the sound of tributes that are learning the consequences of attempting to cause issues for the peacekeepers.

A boy he vaguely recognizes steps out, and then a younger girl. Are you one of the tributes already risking their lives in an attempt to aggravate peacekeepers? Or maybe you're cowering at the back of the train, clinging onto the safety of a familiar space.

You prove to be neither. You emerge from the train, perfectly in tact and stable.

Coriolanus parts his lips, yet no words manage to come out. You're different in person, the white you're dressed in is objectively dirtier than it was when you were reaped and yet somehow, here in the dim, gray station it feels brighter. A stray beam of sunlight breaking through a cluster of clouds. A promise that the storm will end soon and that the angels have yet to abandon the earth.

Your dress is a simple thing, loose enough to be a hand-me-down or maybe even borrowed, the lace of the skirt falling farther down your knees than it should. That paired with the ribbon scraps tied to each side of your head make you look younger and cruelly innocent.

"Hello." The blandness of his own beginning forces a burning sort of regret to take over his chest. You attentively turn, expression kind and expecting. It only makes the embarrassment he doesn't fully understand scorch him from the inside out with more violence. He's once again struck with the desire to look away and finding himself incapable of doing so. "My name is Coriolanus Snow, and I'm your mentor."

You nod, features hardening. You've pieced it all together--his appearance, what he's saying, and where you are. He's revealed himself as part of the Capitol and now you can no longer watch him with kind, accepting eyes. The look you're giving him is almost enough to make him wish he could have presented this differently.

Coriolanus extends an arm, the carefully chosen pure white rose an olive branch. You blink, eyebrows drawing together before you slowly reach out and take the flower by its stem. Your fingertips brush against his own, the warmth of your skin is so shocking he has to remind himself not to flinch.

"A mentor?" You repeat the word like your only reason for doing so is to try out the foreign word on your tongue. "Does everyone get one or am I just lucky?" You look down at the rose you're now holding. "Or has the rumor that I'm a rebellion trick spread to the Capitol?"

The last question genuinely surprises him. It shouldn't, there had been some talk about why anyone from a poor district would ever choose to go into the games. The way you and the girl you saved reacted to each other could have been staged...but Coriolanus didn't think it was enough to warrant genuine rumors. Anyone that had looked at your eyes and seen the fear in them would have known that it was sacrifice. Is sacrifice. That girl means the world to you.

"No," he starts slowly, "No, everyone gets one and no one here has any preconceptions about you."

You raise your eyebrows, making it clear that you don't believe him. No preconceptions had been a strong way to phrase things, but the urge to assure you had taken over with no warning. You then look away, glancing around to take in your surroundings.

"Then why isn't there..." You trail off, your gaze landing firmly on him. "You're not supposed to be here."

He blinks. For the first time, it feels like you're truly looking at him. His own susceptibility to your wide eyes turns his stomach. You're the one that should feel like something up for display under his stare. "No, I'm not."

The admission forces the edge of your lips to pull upwards. "Alright," you hum, "So what does my mentor do for me besides bring me roses?"

"I do my best to take care of you."

For a second, all you do is stare. He's surprised you. The realization brings him more relief than it should. "The girl who you volunteered for..."

You tilt your head downwards, hiding your expression as your fingers carefully toy with the exterior of the soft petals. "My cousin," the explanation is low, cautious, "But we uh--we're more like sisters."

An in that he doesn't even have to work for. "I understand that." You look up, not bothering to hide your confusion. Maybe you weren't expecting something so human to come out. Maybe human works for you. "During the war, we took care of each other...and then after our parents passed, we were left in the care of our grandmother."

The silence that follows is tight, straining against the sympathies you're not willing to extend to someone like him. Your lips part, and Coriolanus is disgusted by the part of him that's curious about what's going to come next.

You're pushed back with no warning. His attention snaps towards the peacekeeper who is shoving against your shoulder with more force than necessary.

"Excuse--" No reaction, no response as another peacekeeper grabs your arm. "Excuse me, I'm her--" You're being dragged away in order to be packed into another vehicle of transportation with the rest of them.

Coriolanus stays near, doing his best to never lose sight of you in the chaos. A tribute breaks free from the hold of the peacekeepers and launches his body forward. An ill thought out escape attempt. The distraction is all Coriolanus needs. This is his chance to go after you, to cement a connection that will guarantee cooperation.

It's not the distraction that gets him to move or even thoughts of the Plinth prize, it's the final flash of angel white fabric as its forced back into darkness. He rushes forward before he can overthink, entering the vehicle just as the doors shut.

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i think i might make a part 2!!

[lalaluna20]

Snow days!!

guys i just got cursed with the fool mans spring so now we have snow day hcs because i can’t think of fic ideas. hopkins paige x reader :)

the second paige finds out y’all have a snow day she’s over at your place in a heartbeat.

if y’all get the notification school’s canceled the night before, suddenly she’s over for a sleep over.

“surprise!!” paige cheers as you open the door. “we got the literal notification less than a minute ago.” you say in shock. “so? you gonna let me in or are you gonna let me freeze to death?” she’ll ask playfully teasing

if it’s the morning and y’all get the notification school’s canceled, you’ll wake up to your body being crushed and shaken.

”come onnn! wake upp! Snow day!” paige will whine until you wake up. “how did you get in here?” you ask sleepily, your voice groggy and disoriented. “your mom let me in.” she responds nonchalantly. “now wake up, we have to enjoy the day!” she’ll exclaim back in her energetic playful self.

Once you’re up you best believe she’s dragging you outside. playing in the snow, making snow angels and having snowballs fights. at some point she’s convinced she can make a three pointer with a snowball. so after 20 minutes she finally gets it in, and you’re frozen against her car or if y’all in the backyard then you’re frozen on the once snow covered porch step.

after you both are frozen you guys head back inside. drinking hot chocolate cuddled up on the couch hidden under 5 blankets trying to keep each other warm.

if it’s too cold to go outside then you guys are either having a movie marathon or binge watching a series.

you guys do homework for a bit, since it’s basketball season she can’t fall behind on her studies. but she also can’t help but to get distracted, only wanting to talk to you and annoy you.

if school gets canceled on a game day she’s definitely upset. i mean basketball is her whole life what do you expect.

“i mean it’s not even that bad out, they could’ve kept the scheduled game” paige complained looking out your window. “paige, we’re in a literal blizzard. we got like 10 inches of snow.” you respond, trying to rationalize her argument. “10 inches so what” she’ll respond with a pout.

she ends up staying over so much that 1/4 of your wardrobe is just her sweats and t-shirts.

if you go over to her house

if you go over to her house she’s dragging you away from her siblings.

closing and locking her door so she can spend quality time with you without her siblings interrupting.

even if you’ve been over a million times she’ll still show off her basketball memorabilia. if she gets new stuff you best believe she’s going to ramble about it for hours

has a whole little section of her room dedicated to you and her. the area is full of photos, gifts, letter, anything you name it.

you both are playing knock out with her mini hoop for hours.

if y’all can’t hang out

if you’re out of town or the roads are too bad to travel on then you best believe paige is still spending every second with you

whether that’ll be on facetime with you or texting you for hours straight, shell still do it.

paigey <3: sorry my mom said the roads are too bad to travel on. i’ll try to come over once the roads get better. i miss you ❤️☹️ you <3: it’s okay! i’ll rather have you be safe at home than hurt on the road. i miss you too ☹️❤️ we can alway face time if you want!

love this concept! thanks for reading! <3

[chris-prank]

Using Vincent's experiments against him when they were made for us to use them instead.

Like boy will come begging overstimulated and doesn't know why until I turn my back and I'm holding the aphrodisiacs like chemicals and the coffee cup I've made him. "What happened, Angel? Too slow to use it on me?"

Or pushing him while kissing him onto the trap he had placed to capture us in the room, the strong ropes touching his body tightly while we smirk at his foolery.

It's a win-win situation, he still gonna fuck. He just will be ridden harshly instead of riding us ^^

OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS TROPE SO MUCH! And Both of the situation you described are *chef kiss*❤️❤️❤️ I also need to expand on the aphrodisiac concept one day 😏

Vincent being a pathetic simp for hero/vigilante reader, he would totally get caught up in his own trap or inventions because you keep distracting him 🤣

Yandere villain sidekick x GN hero reader

CW: Slight NSFW allusion 

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Dr. Seraph didn’t understand. He didn’t stir his eyes from the monitor for a second and swore he saw you heading towards the trap room, so where were you now!? The motion tracker had definitely caught something since the automated door, made out of high quality steel, had closed shut. The mad scientist anxiously searched for you, but you were still missing from his camera feeds. In the end, he reluctantly left his post to go check things out. 

The whole way he felt bummed out, nothing seemed to go according to his plan. This was his chance to spend more time with you without being bothered by other heroes or Fatalité’s henchmen, and it had to screw up. When finally faced with the imposing door, Dr. Seraph swiftly entered the code on the panel next to it. Despite confirming what he had seen on the screen, the mad scientist was still disappointed to see that it was really empty. He walked inside anyway and sighed, his shoulders dropping in defeat. 

Suddenly something heavy fell on him and constricted him to the ground. Before he could turn his head to see his assailant, he was flipped onto his back, his arms stretched on each side of his body.

“Long time no see doctor.” You chirped, proud that your little trick worked. 

You kept talking, explaining how you hid yourself from the camera and turn his trap against him, but it was all background noise to Dr. Seraph as he looked up at you with loving eyes. Having you physically empowering him and having your body being pressed against his, made Vincent forget everything else. He only snapped out of it when he noticed your face going from confident to surprised as your eyes darted down. When the mad scientist realized what had happened he felt the blood rush all the way up to his ears. He wasn’t the only one embarrassed as you asked; 

“Why… Why are you hard?” 

[astrosouldivinity]

Venus Sign Observations: 💞❤️💞

Cardinal Venus Edition: 👑

Aries Venus: ❤️‍🔥

❤️‍🔥 Venus in Aries emanates dominance and assertiveness in their romantic endeavors. They possess a clear understanding of their desires and pursue them with great determination. They often thrive on constant mental and physical stimulation, and may quickly lose interest if such stimulation is lacking. Nevertheless, once they find love, they wholeheartedly invest themselves and demonstrate unwavering commitment to their partner.

❤️‍🔥 Aries Venus brings forth intense passion to their intimate relationships. They have a tendency to dive into relationships quickly and intensely, but they may also lose interest rapidly if the relationship fails to maintain the excitement and stimulation they desire. They are attracted to excitement, spontaneity, and adventure.

❤️‍🔥 Venus in Aries often finds the "enemies to lovers" dynamic intriguing, as it aligns with their desire for passion and excitement in relationships. They seek a partnership where they can freely express their raw, authentic selves, including both their positive and negative traits, and still feel loved and accepted. In return, they are inclined to offer the same level of acceptance and authenticity to their partners.

❤️‍🔥 Aries Venus can get obsessed with their love interests. While they outwardly maintain a composed demeanor, inwardly they are driven to conquer the affection of their partner. They relish the thrill of pursuit and are drawn to individuals who present a degree of challenge. They value the effort and determination required to win over their love, and are inclined to fight for and actively invest in their relationships.

❤️‍🔥 Aries Venus are straightforward when it comes to expressing their feelings and desires openly. They value honesty and authenticity, and this transparency is important to them in their romantic connections. Some may also be open to the concept of open relationships, viewing it as a potential way to add excitement and variety to their romantic lives.

❤️‍🔥 Venus in Aries values their independence and freedom in their relationships. They appreciate partners who not only respect their need for independence but also have a strong sense of independence themselves. They are attracted to individuality and competence.

Cancer Venus: 🐚

🐚 Cancer Venus are recognized for their tender and nurturing approach to love. They enjoy creating an emotionally secure and supportive environment for their loved ones. They desire finding a life partner whom they can establish a cozy and secure life with.

🐚 Venus in Cancer is emotionally generous and considerate of the feelings of others. They seek a partner who possesses similar qualities, as they themselves can be quite sensitive and require understanding and empathy.

🐚 Cancer Venus prioritizes emotional intelligence and loyalty in their intimate relationships. Despite their tough exterior, they possess a tender core and seek a partner who is kindhearted and respectful towards them.

🐚 Venus in Cancer often attracts individuals who require emotional care. They will have deep emotional or familial wounds. It's important for them to exercise caution and establish boundaries to protect themselves from those who may seek to take advantage of their nurturing nature.

🐚 Cancer Venus approaches love more traditionally, although this can vary based on their other astrological placements. They desire a soulmate kind of love and seek a partner with whom they can create a secure and nurturing home.

Capricorn Venus:

🕯️Capricorn Venus prioritizes stability, security, and loyalty in their intimate relationships. They express their love by providing their resources and dedicating time to their partners. For them, love is a long-term investment, and once they make a commitment, they are here to stay.

🕯️Venus in Capricorn make loyal and caring partners, expressing their affection by generously supporting their loved ones financially. They show love through sharing their resources and making time for you. They are quite busy people, but they will set aside time for you if they value you.

🕯️It can take time for them to open up and trust others, but once they do, their loyalty is unmatched. Despite their reserved nature, they have a secret romantic and sweet side. When they display this aspect of themselves, you know they truly care about you.

🕯️Cap Venus unironically gives off daddy energy which makes them wonderful providers. However, they desire a partner that will provide for them as well. As much as they love spoiling others, they want to be spoiled too.

🕯️Venus in Capricorn highly values competence and responsibility in their intimate relationships. Despite their independent nature, they seek a partner who can step up when necessary, recognizing the significance of mutual support and cooperation in fostering a healthy, balanced relationship.

🕯️They often have a more traditional approach to love, recognizing the depth of commitment it entails. They seek a partner who understands and respects this. Typically, they prefer exclusivity in their relationships, although depending on other placements in their birth chart, they may be open to different relationship dynamics.

Libra Venus: ⚖️

⚖️ Libra Venus values balance and harmony in their intimate relationships. They are skilled at navigating conflicts with grace and diplomacy, seeking solutions that uphold their principles of fairness, justice, and equality.

⚖️ They often have a tendency to idealize love and find the concept of romance itself very appealing. They are inclined to embrace love and all its aspects, as they highly value and appreciate the experience of love in their lives.

⚖️ Intellectual stimulation is important for Libra Venus, as they like to discuss various different topics with their partner. They are naturally drawn to intelligence and wit, finding these qualities particularly appealing in a partner.

⚖️ Venus in Libra are charming and sociable, enjoying the company of others and seeking out harmonious connections. They are attracted to beauty and are drawn to artistic or creative pursuits.

⚖️ Libra Venus loves to be pampered and treated sweetly. They enjoy having a wide range of experiences, which they openly seek to share with their partners.

⚖️ Venus in Libra tends to be hopeless romantics who adore the concept of love. For them, love encompasses both physical and mental aspects, rather than primarily emotional. However, despite this, they are quite sensitive and open to developing an emotional connection, but trust needs to be established first.

⚖️ Libra Venus highly values freedom within their intimate relationships. In some cases, they may even explore unconventional relationship dynamics such as non-monogamy in order to uphold their sense of independence, although this is not always the case. Depending on other astrological placements, they may lean more towards conventional monogamous relationships.

©𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚁𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍.

[mintartem]

I really love your Poseidon!!! ❤️❤️

Also, angst time! What if the 600 strikes happened when Poseidon is pregnant? + plus point if Ody doesnt even know about it :")

No not miscarriage! I can’t handle that! <- just joking I love angst.

The timeline won’t match up. To make this make sense, this is completely different from the whole Posiren shenanigans. It’s a whole story of its own.

I think that would break Poseidon. Imagine failing to avenge your blinded son, who by the way is still angry at you until you kill the mortal who blinded him, being beaten by a mortal despite being one of the big three, and now losing the children that you are carrying that you promised to protect.

Poseidon’s storm wouldn’t be raging. It’s more akin to weeping clouds than an angry hurricane. The fish caught by fishermen appear unhealthy, sickly, and they dont even catch a lot of fish. The salty sea breeze has a faint hint of the smell of tears. The waves crashed and raged against each other leaving fishermen and other traveling ships going off course, stranded at sea, or worse, sunken.

Many prayed to the sea god to end this catastrophe. Offerings of the finest quality were given and the best live stock were sacrificed. None were enough. It’s almost similar to when Demeter lost her child for the first time.

Deep in the sea, there is a palace made of gold, with pearls and other stones that can only be found within the ocean, sat on his throne is the god of the sea. His face appears blank. His trident, normally at his side, was thrown far across the other side of the room. One of his hands is clutching his flat stomach. His eyes shows extreme sadness. And yet the Earth-shaker did not weep, for his domain did it for him.

And then cut to Odysseus.

Odysseus stood at the courtyard of his palace, glaring at the sea. He watched the waves clash savagely against each other, completely different from its normally graceful dance.

“What is it this time Poseidon?” He screamed to the horizon. “You won! I may have won our fight on the rock, but you still won the war! I’ve become ruthless, just like you wanted, just like you taught me!”

Tears prickled at the corner of the king’s eyes. He just got home! He finally got reunited with his family and kingdom. Things were looking up! Why did such a catastrophe have to happen now?

“No need to yell. Us gods can hear even a mortal’s faintest whispers if we so choose.”

Odysseus quickly turn his head around, almost making him dizzy. There stood, hovered, Hermes. “Hello, old friend” said the messenger with a sad smile.

“Hermes?”

The god laughed, not in the same way they met the first nor the second time. This laughed sounds fake, hiding the sadness visible in the messenger’s eyes.

“You have beaten him, yes. And he may have won. But at a cost.” The god of travels started. “For you, it’s your humanity, your mercy. But for the god of the sea…” Hermes trailed off. The immortal looked at the sea for a moment. When Hermes looked back at Odysseus, Odysseus felt his breath hitched when the God of Travels’ irises were gone, reminding Odysseus that Hermes is still a god despite being on friendly terms with him.

“For the god of the sea he lost his unborn children that, may I add, you put in him.”

Odysseus froze. His hands felt cold yet sweaty. His heart rate increased, beating wildly against his chest. He killed unborn children? Killing an infant is one thing, but killing the unborn? Odysseus felt his stomach churn. A wave of Nausea passed over him.

“The gods have sent me to give you a message.” Hermes’ loud echoing voice took Odysseus away from his thoughts. “You shall travel to the deepest parts of the sea, seek out Poseidon, and undo the chaos that has begun. These orders are from Zeus himself.”

This is more of a concept that I may draw because the whole Posiren Pregnancy saga is intended to be comedic and unserious. But damn, this has a lot of potential!

How the babies are formed? Let’s just chalk it up to: at some point during his time in Ogygia, Odysseus dreamt of meeting Poseidon and then fucking him, not realising that it is the god himself that he was fucking (in Ody’s defense, it is in a dream).

Why did the babies died? Demi-gods turning out to be immortal seems to be a rare occurrence, not 50/50 (like I thought it was at first.) Achilles isn’t immortal (in some versions he is but because of Thetis’ attempt to change Achilles’ fate.) Not only that but also, Ody did used Poseidon’s own divine weapon against him.

[mercillery]

can you please write a series of headcanons for yandere Zenon falling for a nun female reader who is a friend of sister Lily and father Orsi?

btw i really love your writing 💕❤️

WARNINGS: FEMALE READER + RELIGIOUS TOPICS + NOT PROOFREAD

NOTES: IM ALIVE GUYS I SWEAR IM ALIVE. ALSO, I DID THIS ON A WHIM SO IT MIGHT NOT BE THE BEST. SORRY AND THANK YOU.

Oh, you poor, unsuspecting soul.

You're about to hop on a roller coaster so wild and unpredictable that even the most hardcore adrenaline junkies would pause and reconsider their life choices before strapping in. Seriously, who could have predicted that someone as cold and ruthless as Zenon—yes, Zenon, the guy whose hobbies probably include brooding and looking dramatically into the distance—would ever let thoughts of anything other than his missions and duties creep into his mind?

And not just anyone, mind you, but a nun? The irony is ironing. Zenon falling for someone devoted to peace and virtue? It’s like discovering the Grim Reaper secretly volunteers at a kitten shelter on weekends. But hey, life has a funny way of throwing curveballs when you least expect them, and Zenon catching feelings might just be the curveball of the century.

Zenon's interest in you doesn't start as love—oh no, that would be too simple, too human. Instead, it begins as a fixation, a curiosity he can’t quite shake. You see, he’s drawn to your purity, your unwavering faith, and that infuriating devotion to something greater than yourself. For someone like Zenon, whose life is steeped in shadows and bloodshed, these qualities are both intriguing and utterly alien. It’s like he’s found a rare, delicate flower growing in the middle of a battlefield—something that shouldn’t exist, and yet, here it is, flourishing despite the chaos.

Your kindness and warmth are stark contrasts to the cold, brutal world Zenon knows so well. To him, you're almost like a living embodiment of everything he's not—and, frankly, everything he’s never wanted to be. Zenon is perfectly content with his dark, brooding existence; thank you very much. The idea of being anything else? Laughable. But still, there’s something about your devoted nature that tugs at him in ways he doesn't fully understand.

It’s not love—at least not yet—but there’s definitely something there, something that keeps him coming back, if only to try and figure out why someone like you exists in a world like his.

Zenon doesn’t harbor any outward disgust toward religion—he’s not the type to waste energy on something as trivial as disdain. Instead, religion just makes him tilt his head slightly, those dark, intimidating eyes narrowing as if he's trying to solve a puzzle he doesn’t really care about. He’s genuinely baffled by how someone could be so dedicated, so selfless, so utterly consumed by their devotion to something intangible. How could anyone willingly bind themselves to something as abstract as faith?

If we're being completely honest here, Zenon probably finds the whole concept of religion utterly useless. In his mind, power is the only currency that matters, and in the face of overwhelming strength, everything else—including religion—seems trivial at best. He sees religion as something that would only hold a person back, a crutch that prevents them from grasping real power. After all, why rely on divine intervention when you can take matters into your own hands?

But does he care if someone else wants to cling to their faith? Not really. Zenon’s not interested in converting anyone to his worldview; he’s too focused on his own goals for that. If people want to hold themselves back with their religious beliefs, that’s their problem, not his. He just shrugs it off, filing it away as another incomprehensible quirk of humanity that he doesn’t need to understand and thinks it just holds everyone back.

But anyway—over time, this curiosity of his starts to twist and morph into something far more dangerous—an obsession. As this obsession deepens, Zenon begins to rationalize the strange feelings he's grappling with, trying to make sense of them in a way that aligns with his dark worldview. He starts to see your innocence as something fragile, something that needs to be protected—by him and only him.

Of course, Zenon’s idea of protection isn’t exactly comforting. It's dark, suffocating, and possessive. In his mind, the only way to keep you truly safe is to isolate you from the world, to lock you away where no one else can reach you or taint your purity. This twisted logic extends to everyone around you, even those closest to you, like Sister Lily and Father Orsi.

Sure, even if they’re like your family, even if you dearly love them with every fiber of your being, and even if Zenon knows all of this—he still sees them as obstacles. And let’s be real; that’s not exactly surprising. To him, they’re not threats, just hurdles he needs to clear before claiming his prize: you. I’m not saying he’d immediately jump to murder, but it’s definitely crossed his mind. Whether he goes that far depends entirely on how much resistance they put up.

Zenon isn’t one for subtlety or long-winded schemes. He’s not going to waste time orchestrating elaborate events to make it seem like Sister Lily or Father Orsi are in danger or untrustworthy—that’s just too much work for something he could easily solve by just killing them. He’s got power, and he’s more than willing to use it to carve a quicker, more direct path to you. If they become too much of a nuisance, well, let’s just say Zenon’s not above using lethal force to clear the way. Sorry, but in his mind, it’s a simple equation: they’re in his way, and he’s not one to let anything stand between him and what he wants. Of course, if by some miracle Sister Lily and Father Orsi step aside and let him through—though let’s be real, that’s about as likely as Zenon deciding to take up knitting—they might just live to see another day.

That being said, once Zenon realizes that he’s not just obsessed with you and that his feelings run far deeper than mere fixation, well, say goodbye to your freedom. Forever.

Zenon’s first move would be to isolate you completely, cutting you off from everyone and everything you’ve ever known. He wouldn’t hesitate to threaten the lives of those around you if it meant coercing you into submission. It’s just a necessary step to secure your loyalty and your obedience. He’d present himself as your only protector, the one person who can truly keep you safe in a world filled with chaos, danger, and evil—a world that’s constantly trying to kill that innocence you have. To Zenon, this isn’t just a twisted power play; it’s an act of love. He genuinely believes that by keeping you close, by holding you tight in his suffocating grip, he’s shielding you from the darkness that he knows all too well.

And yes, Zenon is the very embodiment of that darkness, the very thing he’s supposedly protecting you from, but in his mind, that’s just more reason for you to stay with him. You’re precious, sacred even, and he can’t bear the thought of losing you—especially after what happened with Allen. Oh how much you remind him of that sunshine boy, that bright light that was snuffed out too soon. He doesn’t want to experience that pain again, that devastating loss. So he convinces himself that this is the only way, that by keeping you close, he’s protecting both you and himself from a repeat of the past.

But while Zenon is dead set on “protecting” your purity as a nun, he's also not above trying to chip away at the very core of what makes you who you are. He takes a strange satisfaction in subtly undermining your faith, poking holes in the foundations of your beliefs whenever he gets the chance. He'll challenge your views on life, death, and the morality of your God, all while weaving in his own twisted philosophy, as if trying to make you see the world through his cold, unforgiving eyes.

As much as he’s intrigued by your devotion, it also kinda grates on him. How can someone be so unwavering in the face of a world as dark and merciless as this one? He might be your self-appointed protector, but there’s a part of him that wants to see you stumble—a lot, actually. Zenon’s not satisfied with just keeping you safe; he wants to break your spirit and mold you into someone who sees the world the way he does. He’s not just after your obedience—he wants your mind, your very soul, to align with his own warped perspective.

In fact, at some point, Zenon would likely want you to abandon your faith altogether. He’d see it as a weakness, something that blinds you to the harsh realities he believes in. In his mind, your faith and ideals are naïve, a set of fragile beliefs that will only lead to your destruction if left unchecked. He sees his efforts to sway you as an act of mercy, a twisted form of salvation. To him, if you could just shed those old beliefs and embrace his darker, more “realistic” worldview, you’d be stronger for it—stronger and safer, as far as he’s concerned.

So while Zenon might claim to be protecting your purity, the truth is much more sinister. He wants to strip away everything that makes you who you are, to rebuild you in his own image, and in doing so, bind you to him in a way that goes far beyond physical control. To him, that’s the ultimate act of protection: not just guarding your body, but reshaping your very soul.

Moreover, Zenon’s icy logic and emotional detachment would make it utterly futile to try and reason with him—even if you’re usually a master at persuading others. With him, all your skills in negotiation and reasoning would hit an unyielding wall. Zenon isn't the kind of man who can be swayed by emotional appeals or logical arguments. His mind is set, and once he’s decided on something, there’s no changing it. If you ever attempted to escape or reach out for help, you’d quickly learn just how unforgiving he can be. Any act of defiance would be met with swift and brutal consequences, the kind that would make you think twice about ever trying it again.

Zenon doesn’t see you as an individual with your own thoughts, feelings, and agency. To him, you’re a precious, pure possession—something to be guarded, controlled, and kept away from the world. He might speak of love, but his version of it is suffocating, possessive, and devoid of the genuine respect and care that real love requires. Instead of being cherished as a person, you’re reduced to an object of obsession, someone whose freedom and autonomy are sacrificed on the altar of his twisted affections.

In Zenon’s mind, the endgame is crystal clear. He’s convinced that by breaking your will and dismantling the person you once were, he can rebuild you into something that aligns with his dark, twisted worldview. If you were to ever fully submit to his control, he’d see it as a victory—a validation of his power and a confirmation that his way is the only way. But here’s the thing: that victory wouldn’t bring Zenon any real peace or happiness. Despite his relentless pursuit, Zenon is a man consumed by darkness, and even if he managed to break you, he’d likely find himself staring into an abyss of his own making.

The purity and innocence that first drew Zenon to you would be gone, stripped away by his relentless need to control and reshape you. In their place would be something hollow and broken—a reflection of Zenon himself. He might have you under his thumb, but the person he was so fascinated by, the light that caught his attention, would be extinguished. And what then? Zenon is too far gone to appreciate what he’s lost, but on some level, he would likely feel the emptiness of his so-called victory.

Overall, Zenon’s pursuit of you is more than just a desire to possess; it’s a reflection of his own inner turmoil. He’s a man who, in trying to hold onto something pure, only succeeds in dragging both you and himself further into the darkness. The very thing that made you special to him—your purity—becomes a casualty of his obsession. And in trying to mold you into something that mirrors his own brokenness, Zenon only deepens his descent into the void, leaving behind nothing but the remnants of what once was and what could never be again.

[hazbin-brainrot]

Let’s run away - Alpha Centauri should be nice this time of year~

Human!Alastor and Lucifer ❤️ - a very intriguing concept to me tbh - I’ve seen and read definitely not enough of that 🙈

Tumblr hates the high quality picute - so please take the jpg xD

It’s still so pretty 🙈

[moonsaver]

Imagine S/O GN!reader gifting Dr. Ratio fancy chalk for his birthday! Everyone else thinks it's a weird gift but Ratio tears up cuz it's his favourite kind of chalk to write with❤️❤️

https://youtube.com/shorts/uFuQS9aOo38?si=GgvszDedg0qvwkev

Hello anon! I haven't clicked on the link and watched the video, but I'm guessing its the "mathematicians are hoarding chalk all over the world and here's why"?

To be honest, he would love that. Considering the amount of chalk he probably throws at.. anyone, he probably runs out of them in the most inconvenient times. I like to hc that some of his students have an inside joke to cope with their miserable studies with that whenever a lecture is running particularly long, the chalk disappears right before he explains a very important concept just to give the students a tiny break.

Regardless, onto chalk. And birthdays.

Ratio doesn't seem like the type who'd go out of his way to celebrate it, but personally I imagine he'd like a small get together instead. No one makes it a big deal and all of you just get to hang out. He isn't the type that looks forward to flattery or expensive gifts either, but in all honesty if you put a lot of thought and effort into your gift, he'll (subtly, depending on how much went into it) appreciate the gesture.

Ratio would actually be impressed with it. He would be surprisingly pleased by the quality of the chalk, the utility of your gift, thoughtfulness behind it and so on. He's actually quite pleased with the gift, regardless of what people may say. He's a professor after all. He's also slightly over the moon at the fact you actually listened to him and made a note of the fact he'd wanted good quality chalk. He keeps it neatly stored somewhere and only ever uses it whenever he really needs to "get into the zone" or whatever.

[irregularcollapse]

Hiiii just wanted to pop in and say I watched Masters of the Air and I really enjoyed it! Wouldn’t have known about it/known to look for it were it not for you and I enjoyed spotting all the moments I remembered seeing you reblog gifs of as I watched it ❤️ you’ve successfully carried on the grand tumblr tradition of influencing people to watch a show with gif sets! I can’t decide yet if I want to read any fic for it or not but if I do decide to I’ll definitely start with yours 👍🏼👍🏼

This is SO exciting to me hooray! I've managed to trick a few people into watching MOTA because I knew they'd like it, and it feels like an achievement every time. There's a lot I really like about it as a show, but especially the core performances, and John and Gale as characters. Personally, it resonated with me more than other war shows I've tried to watch, which is just a matter of individual taste really. I'm as surprised as anyone to find myself writing fic about military men 🤪🤪🤪

No pressure to read fic at all (though it's very nice that you're considering reading mine waowww ty ty) but this message was a perfect reminder for me to do something that I keep forgetting to do because my brain is a sieve, which is to shout-out a few writers whose stuff I have been enjoying recently, who I haven't personally seen recc'd a whole lot and so may fly under the radar (not a pilot pun, I swear) if you go looking for other fics. Alphabetised!

@blixabargelds / hart who is not only a brave writer, but one who writes with raw vulnerability that makes each work a visceral, multi-sensory experience, and truly approaches writing with a purpose and intent which radiates off the page -- as do strength of concept and the truthful, emotional weight that sits behind everything Frankie writes

@constanthaunt / justfine whose writing has such a beautiful cadence and flow to it, and who has such a rich understanding of not only how to use these particular characters but of how people work, and produces writing with real emotional nuance and depth

@feyd-meowtha / feyd_meowtha whose writing has a heightened, shiny quality to it that I really want to spend more time delving into. There's a real sense of fun and playfulness in what I've read of their work, and a clear enjoyment of the texture of words

@pleasuretrade / PleasureTrade has big things on the way I'm sure, because the snippets I've read have a really deft command of interaction and dynamic -- such lovely character interplay that I can't wait for more of, and dialogue which settles so organically and authentically

@reallylilyreally / ReallyLilyReally whose writing has a warmth and affection for character in it that is lovely to read, and really demonstrates how observation and action are the best tools for constructing characterisation. I've found a real "slice of life" quality in what I've read of their work which is so clever and well-executed, and I'm so keen to read more

@shipstorms / ipsilateral writes with a precision of word choice that I appreciate so deeply, and everything in each sentence feels so well-placed, and in their work as a whole there's such excellent use of pacing -- every paragraph serves a purpose

@soliloquy-dawn / soliloquy_dawn is so lyrical and lovely, with a richness of style that poses a confident challenge to the misconception that all detailed writing is "purple prose" (simply not true!); to me, Dawn's writing shows that often more is more and immersion is achieved best through a luscious focus on detail

@weimarweekly / VoluptuousPanic is delivering a masterclass on character voice with Looking for Eight, with writing that balances interiority, experience, and visualisation in such a delightful way. There's specificity in vernacular which is so competent and impressive, and the flow from a sentence > paragraph > chapter level carries you along in such a natural, gorgeous way

For a relatively small fandom, the writing side is quite prolific! There's a lot getting written all the time and I know I find it hard to keep up (and am sure a lot of people do). This list is hardly a dent in what I've enjoyed and who I've read! But it's stuff that's dug into my brain in the best way.

[still-not-over-transformers]

Hi frieeeend! Glad to be one of ur first requests ^^

I was wondering if you could do some TFP Ratchet x female reader 🫣 some smut OR some angsty fluff where Ratchet feels insecure about his age and vitality and y/n (suggestively his s/o) comforts him :)) whatever u choose

Take ur time! ❤️

Whew, never have I ever written so much so quickly (in a good way). I guess I got carried away a bit. Hope you like it :3

*Anything in italics is either a sound effect or a character’s inner thoughts*

Young At Spark

TFP Ratchet x Reader

Warnings: Suggestive

Word Count: 2000+ (Holy Sh*t)

It had been a relatively quiet day in the Autobot base for you. Jack, Miko, and Raph were at school taking their final exams, and the autobots were out on an extensive energon scouting mission somewhere in the rural wilderness of Serbia. You would’ve found a trip to Europe to be a fun outing, but couldn’t bear the thought of leaving your favorite medic alone. As you returned from a brief walk around the halls of the base, a loud *clang* followed by a frustrated and exasperated shout could be heard from the main room. He sounds actually pissed off, you thought to yourself before briskly making your way to the main room. You turned to see Ratchet picking up various shattered metal pieces from the floor, all the while muttering incoherent profanities and curses. 

“Ratchet? Is everything okay?” you asked softly, although the concern was easy to glean from your tone. The medic was clearly surprised by your sudden appearance and seemed a bit startled as his blue optics locked onto you. “Oh, (Y/N)... E-everything is fine. I just… was clumsy and dropped the device I was trying to adjust. I um, I’m sorry if I may have startled you.” In fact, everything was indeed not fine with Ratchet, as that morning his thoughts had gotten away from him and locked onto you, and not in the way he usually enjoys.

I can’t upset (Y/N) with my frivolous doubts. Albeit it will be difficult as her mental prowess is always… rather intuitive, the aging medic tried to silence his thoughts and re-focused on (Y/N). Ratchet cleared his throat as he noticed you had already conjured up a broom, “No need for that, I shall clean up my own mess.” You paused at the increasingly odd behavior of the normally composed medic, and you began to grow suspicious of why he seemed to be hiding something from you. 

You two had been close for some time, albeit when you first met the resident Autobot medic it wasn’t a great first meeting. With Ratchet insisting the base was getting far too crowded. You quickly won him over though. Unlike the kids, you were far more mature and patient, and you didn’t actively break his tools or go off placing yourself in unnecessary danger, like a certain someone with pink puffball hair… Another admirable quality you possessed was your sharp mind, and your ability to quickly grasp new concepts and actually be interested in things like science.

The first time Ratchet really noticed you was when he was struggling to decipher an unfamiliar set of code which had come into their possession regarding imperative intel. Despite applying the standard techniques to decipher the code, there was some sort of new trick that had been embedded in the code. As (Y/N) had watched the medic continuously failed to succeed, you had been watching closely, and had noticed the answer didn’t lie in breaking the code through conventional means, rather through a visual pattern. Your sharp eye and wit had spotted a pattern of certain colors and symbols, and after explaining this to Ratchet, the two of you were able to team up and crack the code. 

“Ratchet… What’s actually going on? You seem upset at more than accidentally breaking something. You know you can tell me anything, right?” You looked up at him, hoping the medic would let you help him. Primus, she’s onto me, Ratchet quickly finished picking up the broken mess on the floor, before turning towards (Y/N). “I appreciate your concern for me, I do, but I insist it was just a fleeting moment of frustration. Nothing more.” Before you could open your mouth to say anything else, the comms system flashed and Optimus Prime’s voice sounded over the audio “Ratchet, we require your presence immediately. We are taking Decepticon-fire and Arcee is down!”

His azure optics widened in surprise before turning to you. “I’ll man the groundbridge. …Be careful, otherwise I may throw a wrench at you” you had an ever-so-slight smile on your face, but your heart was still heavy as no one could ever foresee when things would go wrong. “I promise to return unharmed” Ratchet said softly, hoping that you wouldn’t fret too much over him, before powering up the groundbridge and speeding through in his alt-mode. 

As Ratchet sped through the swirling vortex of green and blue energy, his thoughts from earlier resurfaced. He had been replaying the moment you had first met, the first time you had touched servos/hands, the moments where he would place you on his shoulder as you both reviewed data and worked on projects.

The memory that was the source of his inner turmoil was the first time you kissed. You had shifted your weight on his shoulder and just planted one right on his lips. He could remember the rush of heat to his entire frame, something he had not experienced since his youth back on Cybertron, and that was a very long time ago. It wasn’t long after that you two had been intimate with one another, albeit it took a lot of learning on his part since you were both an organic and far smaller than him. The size difference didn’t bother him much, as he was very VERY creative. You were so vigorous, energetic, passionate, and youthful…. And youth had long since surpassed Ratchet.

 He should be above silly things such as anxiety or doubt, but now he felt all of his confidence melt away as the thought of such a stunning and lively being as yourself, being held back by an old rust bucket with one pede in the well of Allsparks. The very idea of him disappointing you felt equivalent to losing a patient. Spark-crushing. Perhaps it was wrong of him to think some old bot like him could ever give you what you truly deserved from a partner. …*PEW PEW* The resounding ringing of blaster fire pulled the medic out of his anxious self-pitying stupor, and into a battlefield before him.

Ratchet had only just exited the groundbridge, but he could already make out his fellow Autobots as they duked it out with various Decepticons and Vehicons. He had to focus, as he was here as a medic not a sniveling idiot. As his optics scanned the field for the injured Arcee, he saw the femme leaning against a large boulder, pinned down as she took cover from Vehicon blaster-fire. 

His white and scarlet armor glinted in the light of the sun, as he quickly made his way through the battlefield, being trailed by Optimus and Bumblebee as they provided coverfire. Ratchet was able to make it to Arcee, quickly scanning her to assess her injuries. “I’m fine, Doc. Just a few scratches that’s all,” the two-wheeler calmly stated. “Ep-ep! I’m the medic and I will be the one to diagnose y–” Ratchet was interrupted by the sound of crackling electricity from behind. “Nice of you to join the party, Ratchet!” Ugh, not Knockout of all bots… Ratchet thought, as he saw the ever-polished and buffed Decepticon standing a short distance from him. “Knockout, I am in no mood to deal with your incessant posturing…” Ratchet drew his blasters as he glared at Knockout. “Well they do say bots get crankier as they age, huh? Perhaps you’re better suited as a doorstop at your age?” the Decepticon medic cackled. 

Ratchet felt his energon boil and before anyone could realize, he charged at Knockout, optics wide with fury, “You’ll look like a doorstop once I’m through with you!!!” Knockout was taken aback by the sudden vigor and frenzied rage from the Autobot medic, genuinely shocked as to what had gotten into him. “PRIMUS I didn’t know you could move that fast!” Knockout ordered the surrounding Vehicons to begin firing at Ratchet, but was interrupted by opposing fire from Optimus, Bulkhead, and Bumblebee. Before Ratchet could reach him, Knockout quickly transformed and retreated along with the remaining Vehicons. 

Ratchet had no choice but to stop his charge, but his rage was not so easily quelled. He was boiling over with anger, HOW DARE HE INSULT ME LIKE THAT? HOW DARE HE ASSUME– Ratchet’s angry thoughts were cut short by the sensation of a large servo on his shoulder, and Optimus’s voice. “Old friend, what has gotten into you? Why would you abandon your patient and charge after Knockout?” Prime’s face was full of concern for his long-time friend and confidant as this was out of character. The medic’s rage began to subside, as he realized what a fool he had made of himself. “M-my apologies Optimus, I don’t know what came over me.” Ratchet immediately went back over to Arcee and helped her onto her pedes, ashamed at his actions. 

Back at base, (Y/N) powered up the groundbridge after receiving the call from Optimus. You were still worried about Ratchet, as you had been struggling to think of what on earth he was so upset about. As the portal opened, the Autobots began to make their way through, including Ratchet who was assisting an annoyed Arcee into the base.

As you began to acknowledge everyone’s return, Bulkhead suddenly approached Ratchet, “What the scrap was that about?!” Ratchet’s optics briefly darted towards the wrecker, but as in usual fashion, the medic turned away and scoffed at the question, “Think nothing of it. Just stress from being engaged in combat.” Despite being assisted by Ratchet, Arcee piped in with her concerns “Bulkhead has a point, Ratchet. You lost it at whatever Knockout said to you. What gives?”

Growing increasingly frustrated with the sudden interrogation, Ratchet snaps his helm around “I’ve already told you that it was inconsequential. Now let me proceed with scanning you for injuries and move on!” The tension in the room could’ve been cut with a knife as the rest of the group falls silent, and no one presses the matter further. Standing at the controls, you were taken aback by Ratchet’s behavior, as this was severely out of character for your normally patient, if a bit sassy-medic. But you remained silent as you watched Arcee begrudgingly allow Ratchet to assess her. 

It wasn’t long before Arcee returned to the main area of the base, being cleared of any injuries by Ratchet, but you noticied that he had yet to reappear. Normally the only other area on base you could find Ratchet would be in one of the back storerooms which usually housed various supplies. You quietly made your way through the halls, the faint sound of something falling making you hone in on one particular room. The motion-sensors on the door allowed you entry into the storeroom, and you quickly spotted Ratchet with his back turned against one of the shelves. It felt as if you were walking on glass as you approached him, “...Ratchet? You’re really starting to worry me. Can you please, please… tell me what is wrong?” 

“...I’m sorry, (Y/N) for worrying you. That is the last thing I would want to do to you” Ratchet replied, but his back remained turned away from you. You approached him and closed the door behind you. Stepping closer, you wrapped your arms around his heel in a hug, hoping your touch would comfort him “I know. But Ratchet…. You are hurting yourself by holding in.. whatever it is that’s making you act this way. We’ve been through too much for you to shut yourself off from me.” A heavy sigh escaped from the medic’s vents and he shifted his frame to look at you.

As you briefly stepped back, he knelt down to move his faceplate closer to your level, “You deserve to know of course… You deserve better. …Perhaps if I was in a different field of medical training, I would be better suited to explain myself, so I shall try my best.” He took a deep breath, clearly struggling “I’ve been concerned that I may not be the mech best suited for you.” 

You stood before him frozen as you struggle to process his words, “...Come again?” Ratchet felt as if someone were twisting a blade in his gut, but continued, “I meant that you deserve the best. You are so kind and full of life and vigor, and I am perhaps too old to provide you with what a younger mech could.” He can’t bear to meet your gaze any longer, and turns his face away from you in shame. He is shocked to feel a brief sting on his helm, looking back to see you holding a small wrench in your hands. “Hopefully that will knock some sense back into you” your eyes were welling-up with tears as you dropped the wrench.

“You really think your age would change how I feel for you? You think I would care what anyone, bot or con or human has to say about it?” You approach Ratchet and gently place your hands on his cheeks, staring deeply into his optics, “Ratchet, you are the only man for me. So what if you’re mature and full of experience? You’re my one and only and don’t ever think otherwise.” You lean in and plant a deep and sweet kiss against his cool lips. 

It felt like time stood still as he looked at your beautiful face. Your warm lips were like fireworks as you pressed them to his, How can she be this perfect? How do I deserve her? Ratchet’s mind swirled as you pulled away from him, feeling a gentle brush as he swiped a tear from your eye with a servo, “(Y/N), please forgive me for putting you through such torment. I… I was insecure about many things. I still wonder if I am truly capable of fulfilling all of your needs.”

You stepped forward and kissed him again, albeit with a little more heat. You raised an eyebrow as you pulled away, a devilish grin playing on your lips, “You have always fulfilled my every need. You could always test how well you’re able to please me…?” The look in your eyes and tone in your voice was easy for the medic to decipher. He felt his frame heat up and his engine rev, “...I suppose I can run a few… tests to see the results.” He gave you a half-cocked smirk before gently scooping you into his servo and setting you on one of the upper shelves, before showering your neck and collarbone in sensual kisses. 

Primus, hopefully no unlucky soul needed any supplies from that room…

[tyttetardis]

Macbeth Q&A 18th Jan 2024 Part 1

Was lucky enough to get a ticket for the Member's Event at the Donmar Warehouse that took place on the 18th...with the price of the patronages I sure never thought I'd have gotten the chance, but luckily, they also let in some non-members 🥹❤️

The brilliant performance of Macbeth was followed by a very quick cleaning of the stage - thought for sure it would've taken them longer to remove the blood than like 5 minutes - followed by a lovely, little Q&A session.

The Q&A was led by Craig Gilbert (Literary manager) who talked to Annie Grace and Alasdair Macrae (Musicians and part of the acting ensemble) as well as Cush Jumbo and David Tennant.

Anyway, just gonna write down some of the stuff they talked about :) sorry if it's a bit messy! Might be spoilery if you haven't seen it yet but are going to!

To begin with Craig remarked that he didn't think he'd ever seen that many people staying behind for a Q&A before (While I was just wondering why some people even left!? Stressful!).

David introduced himself with "My real name is David "Thane of Paisely" Tennant - while Cush introduced herself with "I´m Cush Jumbo - there's only one of me".

First question was Craig asking them what it was that brought them to the Donmar to do Macbeth - to which David pretty much just replied that 1. It's the Donmar! 2. It's Macbeth! One of the greatest plays of all time in an amazingly intimate space - and that the theatre is famous for its quality of work. So he found it quite hard to think of a reason not to do it!

Cush said she'd worked there before and loves the theatre, how it's so intimate but also a great workspace. Followed by her saying she said yes because David asked her. She talked about how important it was for this play to do it together with the right actor playing opposite you.

David says Max Webster asked him about a year ago if he wanted to do the play - he gave him the dates - and since there weren't any obstacles in the way, David didn't have any excuse not to do it.

He then said that he had slightly avoided Macbeth - there sorta being the assumption that if you're Scottish and has done some Shakespeare plays before you have to do Macbeth. Which he joked was a bit odd since it's not like every Italian has to play Romeo. Then he mentioned that Macbeth is probably a bit more of a jock than he is - that it seemed more like a part for big, burly actors.

Max had laid out his initial ideas to David, a lot of which are in the final production, and David thought he seemed lovely, bright and clever and inventive plus it being the Donmar Warehouse! To which joked that he had last worked there 20 years ago - when he was 8 years old! "It's just one of those spaces" - friendly and epic at the same time where it's such a pleasure to be on the stage.

When Craig asked his next question concerning the sound of the play someone asked him to speak louder as she couldn't hear them - to which David joked that they've gotten so used to whispering. But also said sorry, and that they would!

Alasdair explained a bit about the process of the binaural sound - bit I find it a bit difficult to decipher it all correctly, sorry. He did say that a interesting part of it is that it allows them a controlled environment where they can put all the musicians (and even the bagpipes!) behind the soundproof box so "Poor David and Cush" doesn't have to shout over all the racket.

Craig asked David and Cush what their reaction was when they heard about the concept of the binaural soundscape - to which David replied that it didn't quite exist when they first came onboard - Cush joking they were tricked into it. Then she talked about her and David going on a workshop with Max to get a feeling of how it would all work - and get a sense of how it would sound to the audience, as this was one of the few times, they got to hear that side of it. Their experience of the play being completely different to the experience the audience has.

Cush said they can hear some of the sound - like she can hear some of the animal sounds and David can hear some of the stuff from the glass box - but most of their cues and information comes from timing with each other. She said they won't be able to ever hear what the audience hears - to which David joked "We're busy".

It felt like mixing medias - as it all went quite against their natural stagecraft instinct - but Cush found that in the long run it made things very interesting - like they don't have to worry about getting something whispered to each other - as the audience will hear it anyway.

David said the odd thing is that they don't really know what the experience truly is like. He mentioned that to the sides of the stage there's a speaker for them where they will get any cues that they need to hear. Like they can hear the witches - but they can't hear where they are "positioned" - so they have to learn how to place themselves to fit with what the audience hears. They don't hear everything, though. And the audio they hear is quite quiet, so it doesn't disturb what comes through the headphones.

He thinks it's been exciting - that it's a bit like a mix between film and theatre. It's happening live - but it's also like post-production is happening between them and the audience as it's going on. They just have to trust that the audience is hearing what they are supposed to for it all to make sense.

Cush said she thinks in 10 - 20 years, as these technologies has developed, doing theatre like this will feel a lot more normal - not that they will do it ALL the time, but that they will be doing it - whereas now it's still like an experiment. What Cush really like about the concept is that if was done in a much bigger theatre - then people in the cheapest seats would be able to have an experience much more similar to those in the most expensive seats - they'd be a lot more immersed into the action.

David then talks about how it feels extremely counterintuitive to not go on stage and speak loud enough that the people in the back row can also hear you. And usually, if they can't hear you, you aren't doing your job right! But then it felt very liberating. He loves it.

Cush then talked about how it felt odd waiting in the wings for a cue you can't hear - where you traditionally wait backstage and you can hear your cues, you can hear the rythm and know when it's your turn - so it was quite disconcerting to hear silence. So it's basically down to them now knowing the show and each other's timings - like if David is standing at a certain point, she knows how long she has before she needs to say/do something. So you have to watch each other more closely and really focus on what the others are doing.

David asked the musicians if they can hear everything inside the box, to which Annie replied that they get everything except some extra bits in the soundscape. But they can hear the actors on stage. Annie said it's actually a bit of a mystery to all of them what the audience actually experiences - how the big pictures actually look like - they just have to trust that it's there "Is it there?!".

Someone asked if they had had any adverse reactions from audiences to having to wear the headphones. Quite a bit of laughter all around :P then David said "There's the odd person" and something about if someone hadn't gotten the memo before turning up...but not sure how he ended the line. Then once again says that yes, there's the odd person who doesn't like it and that's fair enough.

The same audience member then said he could see the advantage of it in a big theatre where the distance is big, but not in a small place like the Donmar - to which David very quickly, rather passionately replied that it's not about projection, it's about being able to do things you wouldn't normally be able to do live - where they can speak so quietly that they can't even hear each other when standing next to each other. So even in such a small place, people wouldn't be able to hear that. It's about creating a different play - which isn't to everyone's taste and that's fair enough. But for a play that's been done a hundred and seven million times he thinks it's very valid to try and find a new way into the play - even if it's not for everyone.

Part 2

[copperboom82]

Pairing: Dean Winchester/OFC (Katrina)

Word Count: 1,911

Title Credit: Here Comes the Sun by The Beatles

Summary: Dean and Katrina take a moment to enjoy the day together

Set early season 8 of SPN, and part of the Long Winding Roads collection (masterlist here), but can be read on its own.

Rating: T

A/N: This was written for the monthly challenge hosted in the Fanfic Writers of the SPN Fandom discord server (join here!), using the prompt "I missed feeling the sun on my skin." and for @alphabetquest prompt Quality Time.

Thank you @justwhisperingfantasies for being my beta and for all your support! ❤️

Warnings: This is pretty much just fluff. Um. Established relationship. Some language. If I missed anything please let me know.

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The concept of relaxing was not one Katrina Black had ever been truly familiar with.

Constantly moving and keeping busy had been her way of life as long as she could remember. She’d started picking up odd jobs from neighbors before she’d hit double digits, picked up her first part time job before it was really legal, worked her way through college, and she’d been balancing some combination of work, school, caretaking, and hunting since she was at least eighteen. It wasn’t that it didn’t burn her out, because it did, but it was just always how she’d coped. It was all she knew, and it had gotten her this far, so Katrina wasn’t about to poke too hard at it.

Still, when her first day off in at least a week rolled around, and it happened to coincide with what was quite possibly the last sunny day they’d have until Spring, even she found herself craving a break.

That was how she found herself stretched out on the hammock in her backyard, sunglasses obscuring a large portion of her face, a glass of spiked iced tea sweating on a table that was close enough to reach if she really wanted to, and a worn paperback by her head that she’d tossed aside about ten minutes prior in favor of her iPod. Her eyes were closed while she soaked in the rays, but she still sensed the shift when a shadow came to hover over her. As the light dimmed, she stirred from her half-asleep state, blinking while she pushed the sunglasses up the bridge of her nose and pulled out one of her earbuds.

“The hell are you doing?” Dean asked when he saw he had her attention, and Katrina quirked an eyebrow at her boyfriend.

“You wanna try that again?”

Dean rolled his eyes, but Katrina could see the smile tugging at the corner of his lips and there was no mistaking the fondness in his gaze when he looked back at her.

“C‘mon, it’s the middle of the day, and we got shit to do. Kevin ain’t gonna find himself, and we still got a demon tablet to track down, and Crowley. Plus there’s a -“

“If you don’t shut up about demons and quit blocking my sunlight, I don’t care how much I love you Dean Winchester, I will kick you in the balls.”

Dean looked torn between exasperation and amusement at the threat and shook his head. “Kat -“

“I’m serious. It’s called a day off, and you should try it sometime.”

For a moment she was nervous she may have said the wrong thing, knowing that Dean was still bitter about Sam’s year off. But then his previous amusement seemed to win out and the smirk that had threatened to make an appearance finally spread across his face.

“Serious my ass,” he scoffed. “Kicking me in the balls is about the emptiest threat you could’ve come up with.”

“You wanna bet?” she challenged, shifting where she was lying to turn more fully towards him. Dean moved in closer, his green eyes dancing with a mixture of laughter and heat that she could’ve drowned in.

“Careful, sweetheart,” he teased, leaning down just far enough to catch her lips in a kiss. “Don’t wanna do anything you’ll regret. What was it you were saying this morning? Something about -“

An almost growl vibrated in her throat before she stretched up and cut him off with another kiss. She could still hear his laughter, feel it rumbling through his chest, even as he reciprocated enthusiastically. When they broke apart only a couple of seconds later they were both still smiling, perhaps a little breathless, and there was a softness around Dean’s eyes Katrina was still getting used to seeing.

“My point still stands,” she mumbled against his lips just before settling back fully into the hammock. Her hand, however, trailed along his arm as she shifted down, finally twining their fingers together when she reached the end, still instinctively seeking that closeness even as she allowed the distance between them.

“Yeah, well so does mine,” he countered, his thumb rubbing circles into her skin. Katrina suspected he didn’t even realize he was doing it. “It’s been a few days, maybe we’ll find something if we look into the credit cards again.”

Katrina frowned up at him and tugged at his hand. “My thing’s more fun. C’mon. Kevin’s still gonna need finding tomorrow, Crowley will still need killing, and whatever other bullshit you were gonna tell me about will keep too. Take a break with me. How many more nice days are we gonna get like this?”

It took a little more cajoling, a little more of the playful back and forth banter they’d perfected through their years of friendship, but Dean ultimately relented, climbing up next to her and holding a little tighter when the hammock swayed from the movement. Katrina wasted no time curling into his side and offering up the loose hanging earbud she had yet to replace in her own ear.

It was still new, this thing between them, and Katrina constantly found herself marveling at the fact that it was real, that it wasn’t too good to be true. Being tangled up in each other managed to be electrifying and steadying all at the same time, the excitement of being with Dean like this still being new enough to make her head spin while the comfort and safety his presence had provided her for a long time already was just as grounding as it’d always been before.

They traded slow, deep, lazy kisses, taking their time to explore even though they’d done little else with their free time lately. Katrina carded her fingers through his short hair and he splayed a hand across her back, holding her to him while his other skimmed her side as if he were trying to memorize every dip and curve. Each roll of his tongue against hers sent currents down her spine and left her aching for more.

Eventually they settled in, content to just be in the moment with each other. Dean’s arms were wrapped around her while she nestled against his chest, her head tucking in under his chin and one of her arms securing itself across his waist. The Henley he wore was soft against her skin and smelled like him, and between the heat of his body and the sun beating down on them, Katrina felt herself pleasantly warm, like she were cocooned in an invisible blanket. His one hand played with her hair, and the feeling of his fingers running along her scalp was soothing, lulling her deeper and deeper into a state of relaxation she rarely reached.

The only sounds around them were a few birds chirping in the nearby trees, and noises from the road that were extremely muffled thanks to the distance. Katrina found herself on the edge of sleep when Dean’s low voice penetrated her thoughts, quiet but almost loud because of the way she was pressed against him. She could feel him speak as much as she could hear him.

“I missed this.”

“What?” she laughed lightly, “making out in my backyard? Pretty sure we didn’t use to do this.”

“No, smartass,” he scoffed. “Just being with you. And the sun. I missed feeling the sun on my skin. There, uh… there wasn’t any in Purgatory. Not really… not like this, anyway.”

The admission was somewhat sobering, and Katrina frowned, her fingers unconsciously twisting tighter in his shirt at the reminder of their time apart… of the months she’d worried she may never see him again. Dean didn’t talk much about Purgatory, but she’d done what she could to be there for him when he was willing to. Mostly that happened in the middle of the night, when he woke up from a nightmare, or in the quiet moments like this when it was just the two of them, or sometimes if he’d had a little too much to drink - though with Dean’s tolerance, those occasions were exceedingly rare.

She waited, giving him the space to keep talking if he wanted, but when he seemed content to leave it where he had she turned her head - just enough to press a gentle kiss against his chest before pulling him to her tighter. His own fingers hadn’t stopped their movements, still soothing her in a way few other things could, and Katrina felt him drop his own kiss to the top of her head.

“And you wanted to spend the afternoon hunting demons,” she teased. Dean let out a bark of laughter that carried through the yard, squeezing her as he did before planting another kiss - this one less tender but still carried all the same warmth and affection.

“Yeah, you got me there,” he admitted. “I guess your way wasn’t so bad after all.”

Katrina smiled, her eyes fluttering shut while her breathing leveled out to match his. The sound of his heart beating beneath his ribs was an extra reminder that he was safe, that he was there with her… it was a sound she’d come to appreciate more than she ever thought she would.

“Don’t know why you ever bother arguing with me,” she quipped. “Should really know by now that I’m always right.”

“Oh god,” he complained dramatically. “What the hell have I gotten myself into with you? Is this how it’s always gonna be?”

“Better get used to it,” Katrina smirked, though she doubted he could see, given how they were positioned. “You’re stuck with me now.”

And despite the teasing he’d just done, Dean tightened his arms around her and buried his face in her hair. He held her that way for a moment, only moving just enough to make himself audible when he spoke again. “Guess that makes me the luckiest son of a bitch in the world. I love you, Kat. Always. That’s never gonna change.”

Coming from anyone else, those were words Katrina probably wouldn’t have trusted. With Dean, though, she knew they were real. Yeah, this thing between them was new, but it was built off of something deep, and real, and lasting. The feelings there weren’t fast or fleeting, and she was still terrified of what complications that would bring them considering the lives they led… but she didn’t doubt them.

So Katrina smiled, even though he couldn’t see her, and pressed another kiss to his chest because it was the only place she could reach without disturbing him, and she wasn’t ready for the embrace to end.

After all, being in Dean Winchester’s arms had been her favorite place to be far longer than they’d had any sort of claim on each other.

“I love you too,” she murmured.

They stayed like that a while longer, wrapped up in each other and savoring the last nice day of the season. Dean had been right that they had things to take care of - Kevin, Crowley, closing the gates of hell, and all their normal crap too - but for at least the afternoon, it could wait.

Katrina wasn’t great at relaxing, and she knew neither was Dean. But being around each other made it almost easy. And as the hours ticked by and the sun slowly began to set over the horizon, Katrina couldn’t bring herself to regret a moment of it.

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