#and THEY SAVED THE WORLD AND I. (fucking EXPLODES)

[steelthroat]

Okay i feel the need to add non idw Shockwave shenanigans:

Transformers animated:

Spent centuries cosplaying a young autobot while being a double agent (him. Who was older than most autobots in all of autobot society)

When almost found out the first time he manipulated everyone into incarcerating and torturing the wrong guy and made him go completely crazy.

When almost found out the second time he made a cube out of his underling and made another underling throw him in the trash

When shit went crazy he attacked one of the most powerful autobots and left him comatose/almost dead/very dead (this guy was Megatron’s rival before op)

Brainwashing is his hobby

Semi-reverse brainwashing was also a thing

Petty beef with a collegue

Looks like a weird eldrich-horror-deer thing and has a british accent

G1 cartoon Shockwave:

Misogynistic

British

Got ghosted for 4 million years

Left on his home planet handling resources while his and the rival faction play in the sandbox on earth

Most of the soacebridges meant to reach cybertron explode in most episodes

In another timeline, he survived Unicron's attack on Cybertron. He formed a friendship with a guy and the two resolved to conquer the world of business and entertainment via shadowy corporate dealings and pop music to help his boss.

Wfc:+aligned as a whole

Jurassic park is his passion, but the dinosaurs turn into guys who hate him

Traumatized his test subjects so badly they formed an underclass of Cybertronians who didn't even remember their names and were... not in good shape.

Made guys who combine into a bigger guy

Experimented drugs on his collegues

Experimetned on a demigod

Meddling with sharkticons and insecticons is his passion

Transformers Prime:

Jurassic park is his passion

Oh shit my dinosaur got killed

Oh shit my dinosaur is alive

"Oh shit my extinct beast turns into a grown ass men who feels lonely"

Oh shit my boss thinks my dinosaurs are too dangerous and wants me to destroy all of my project. Wow. Milliennia of experiments and research gone and I simply say "oke"

Almost half-blinds his colleague after he tried to leave him alone while autobots attacked (again). Doesn't do it because the excuse received was logical

The only time he ever acts kind is when he speaks with another nerd who was also his prisoner

Almost gets killed by the undead dinosaurs

Makes fun of a disabled guy

Skybound:

Mhhhh whale smoothie yummy

Traumatized a guy so badly he stops mid epic entrance and runs away

[Idk i haven't read more I'm sure he did more]

Netflix war for cybertron trilogy:

I think he has a problem with ultra magnus, because guess what... he tortures him here too. Damn. Save this guy from Shockwave please

Made a virus that fucked up his planet and everyone told him it was a bad idea/last resort. Did it anyway.

Harvested his own decepticons

He could technically still be alive. Which is scarier.

Bayverse:

Has got a giant worm

Blargh blurgh blor blorg

active in a battle during the 1560s, where his exploits were recorded in a painting. He later participated in World War I around 1917, where his silhouette had been used on a war poster(gotten from the wiki i didn't remember this lol)

Cyberverse:

Tried to manipulate an amnesiac guy and fails

Microaggression against seekers where he says "ofc you failed your kind is dumb as fuck"

Experiments on other mechs ofc

Made a guy uncomfortable with his staring

Dance dance revolution

He participated on a twitch stream

Scared another guy when he appeared to him as a vision/ghost

Marvel:

Oh god this is one of my faves, he's done too much unhinged shit I'll make another reblog later but ooooh boy he was crazy crazy

2019 idw:

I don't remember much, but you can add your propaganda here

PROPAGANDA

Shocwave:

He didn't have a doctorate but he WAS a senator from cybertron. In the G1 iteration he was the "logical scientist that built super weapons" archetype, in Transformers: Prime he built a spacebridge AND he used old cybertronian fossils to make a dragon (straight up copied from Jurassic Park) and in the comics he gets up to so much shit that the mere mention of a bench sends his fan into a conniption. He's also purple!

There are so many different versions of this freak, it's crazy! In one universe he's just some guy. In another he's a rebel leader. Maybe he's a petty criminal with a love for cackling. Or maybe he's an artificial god who built his own temple. I mean, what if he had a huge building-eating pet worm? It's not that different from the one time he brought back extinct dragon robots for his clone army. Does a double-crossing secret spy sound interesting? Y'know he was once a robot rights activist. Usually he's a terrorist but what do you do when your lab is filled with things that are massively illegal? A Shockwave for everything you could want

I have the most knowledge of TFP, so that what I'll use. Anyway, he invented the cortical psychic patch, which basically allows one to enter another's mind, and it's used in some dubious ways by several people, but Shockwave uses it the most brutally. He also cloned an extinct species of transformer, using just small amounts of bones. He also has a massive monoboob, and replaced one of his hands with a cannon, meaning he did all of the unethical scientific work with a good third of his vision obscured and with one hand.

Carlos Dave Robles:

Perfect hair. Gay. We love to see it

[taintandviolent]

I like the way you kiss me ; Oz Cobb x reader

summary: [PART TWO TO BLISS — READ HERE!] It's been a week since you met Oz at the club. But he hasn't forgotten. Apparently. He wants more, and fortunately for him, you're good for it.

word count & w a r n i n g s: 3K | FEMALE READER, no use of y/n, SMUT, kissing/making out, oral sex (both male and female receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, reverse cowgirl, praise kink, alcohol and drug mention (fictional drug; bliss), younger woman/older man, power dynamics, a little bit of a humiliation kink maybe If you squint, kinda dom!reader (defo not a sub!reader here).

a/n: *checks watch* eight months later, Bliss finally has a second part. huge thank you to my moot who asked for a part 2 and helped me out with aspects of this (you know who you are, mwah mwah mwah), title/some dialogue inspired by the Artemas song, I like the way you kiss me. banners by @/adornedwithlight, @/strangergraphics, and @/arminsumi!!

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Rain pelts against the window, despite the weather forecast saying it was going to be clear all night. Typical — Gotham seems to rain more often than not. The bathroom's bright light illuminates the bedroom and heavy steam rolls out from the open door. Music plays from your phone, filling the small apartment with something new and catchy — something that makes you want to grind your body against someone else. The week had been long and it was time to unwind.

Your friends had texted you earlier, mentioning a girl's night. That, inevitably, meant club hopping. It had become routine now, almost every weekend, they wanted to go out. You weren't complaining; you liked the euphoric release that clubs brought. And last week, you'd been introduced to a new kind of euphoria — that new drug that was floating around Apex, the one that exploded your world into colours and made you feel like you were in heaven. You hoped your friend would have more of that, wherever it was that you went tonight.

After drying off your body, you towel dry your hair, watching the blurred reflection in the foggy glass. You straighten up, wrapping the towel around your naked body, and tucking it into itself. On the counter, your phone lights up. The notification bubble pops up on your screen, and you lean over the phone to read it.

Hey doll

You squint at the number; it's not a saved contact, but it's a Gotham City area code. You tap the notification and open it up, prepped to ask who the fuck this is — who the fuck even calls you doll? Immediately, you see that there's past messages, so it's someone you've contacted before. With your index finger, you scroll back through them. There's only a few — they're from last weekend.

"Oh, shee-it." The realization hits like freight train; it's the guy from the club. The one you gave head to. Oz. Your mind conjures up the imagery; kneeling on the cold bathroom floor, taking his thick cock into your mouth and going to town. Your cunt clenches hungrily at the memory — it was hot. Admittedly, you were messed up that night. You woke up the next morning feeling like you were on another planet, but despite all that, you remember what he looked like. It's fuzzy, but you remember being very into him.

You'd told him to text you that night, but you didn't think you'd hear from him again afterwards. He seemed like a busy man, probably with some underground shit that you had no business being apart of. Still, you pick up the phone and thumb out a simple response.

Hey

You set your phone on the counter, start to walk away but it immediately pings again. Smiling inwardly, you pivot and snatch it off the comforter.

You remember me?

You tap out another quick response. Yeah. And your cock. What's up?

The response isn't so immediate this time, and you laugh to yourself. He probably didn't expect that, if you remember his demeanor. He was hesitant at first, didn't think you were into him.

You add:

What's up really? You want another blowjob?

That gets the typing dots going. They stop. Start again. Stop. Start again. This goes on for far too long and you roll your eyes before tapping the number, and promptly hitting call. You bring the phone to your ear. It rings twice before he picks up.

"Hello?"

"Hi," you say, the tone low and the syllable drawn out. "You looked like you were having trouble typing, so I thought I'd just call. Make it easy for you."

"Jesus Christ," you hear him mutter. You smirk and saunter out of the bathroom and plop down on your mattress. You lean back on one arm.

"So what did you want, huh? You want another blowjob?"

"Listen, doll—"

"C'mon, you can tell me. You texted me because you were thinking about my mouth around your dick and you got hard. Is your dick in your hand right now?"

Oz is silently flustered — because you're talking like you two were about to have phone sex. "Nah, my dick ain't in my fuckin' hand, alright? I was just seein' if you wanted to grab a drink is all."

You laugh. Though his words are defensive, he sounds almost sheepish, like you touched a nerve. "A drink? C'mon, Oz."

"What, a guy ain't allowed to buy a chick a drink?"

You pause, chewing on a stray piece of skin on your lip. After you bite it off, you relent to his words and say: "Sure, okay. You can buy me a drink. But…"

"But what?" He sounds raspy, disappointed that there are stipulations.

"Just know that I know that's not what you really want." A beat as you get to your feet, heading to your closet. You thumb through your dresses, deciding one which one is the lucky winner for the evening. "By the way… you have any more of that stuff? The red candy?"

There's something like a breathy chuckle on the other end. "Sure, sweetheart."

Staying with the theme, you tug a simple but flattering red dress off the hanger and toss it on your bed. "Good, bring it. There's a bar on Onyx. Meet me there in an hour or so. I'll um…"

Your words trail off as you bend down to retrieve a strappy pair of black heels from the depths of your closet. You remember why they were tucked away — they're uncomfortable. Alas, they're cute and go with the vision you have for the night, so you toss them by the bed.

"Sorry… I'll text you the address. Bye, Oz."

You end the call, and after dropping the address into the message with him, immediately text the group chat to break the bad news.

Sorry girls

not tonight

A flurry of disappointment floods that chat, thumbs down reacts included.

I've got a date 🤪

Amongst the oh my god's and question marks, the friend who was with you at Apex immediately reacts with an exclamation mark. She's clocked you, and if you needed any further confirmation, a new message from her pops up.

PLEASE tell me it is not that guy from the club last week

😇😇😇😇😇

The next thing your thumb taps is the Uber app.

You arrive at the bar before Oz does, and order a cocktail for yourself. It doesn't matter to you that he'll probably buy you another one whenever he arrives.The more, the merrier, right? You pull out your phone and navigate to the messages. You tap Oz's number and save him as a new contact: Oz 🍆

Twenty or so minutes later, he ambles up next to your booth, his leather jacket dotted with rain drops. He slides in across from you wordlessly, his eyes dark and focused on you. He wipes his hand over his hair, smoothing back any strays.

You take another sip, nearly finishing it off, and smirk, your lips curling at the visual. This man's aura is insane, you think, swallowing. He takes up so much space with his broad shoulders and big gut. You liked that last week, and still you like it now. "What, no hello, how are you? No pleasantries?"

"You uh — you said you didn't want small talk."

"Good boy," you coo. "The bathroom here is kinda' gross, though. We're not doing it in there."

"You got somethin' else in mind?"

You nod. "But, let's enjoy the drinks first."

He waves the waiter over. He still has a commanding presence, even outside of Apex. You roll your lips inward and bite down, withholding the arousal. Easy, girl…

"I'll take a Scotch. And uh…" He looks to you, expectantly.

You bring the glass to your lips, swallowing the rest of your drink before setting it on the table a little too hard. Oz's eyes flick down to the glass — then back up to yours. You turn to the waiter with a smile. "Another Negroni, pretty please."

The waiter takes note and disappears. Your gaze falls back to Oz, a small, bemused smile on your face. He really is behaving.

"So, you've been thinking about it, huh?"

"Can't stop."

"Mmmm."

He shifts his shoulders. "You sure 'bout this? If you ain't got it in ya', I can walk away."

You clasp your hands together underneath your chin and plant your elbows on the table, leaning forward. "You still think I'm not into you? That I was just high?"

"You was, doll."

You nod your head to the side. "Okay, valid — I was, but that doesn't mean my types change when I'm sober. I'm here, aren't I?"

He can't really argue with that. Thankfully, the waiter comes back with the drinks and he doesn't have to. He brings the glass to his lips, taking a long sip. Your foot lifts underneath the table and stretches until the toe of it touches between his legs. You feel the soft bulge of his flaccid cock and press your toe further, increasing the pressure.

He looks at you pointedly and you raise a brow as if to say, What are you gonna' do about it?

He shows you very quickly. Oz takes his left hand, tucks it under the table and grabs your ankle — hard enough that you can't move it either way. Now both brows raise on your forehead, shocked by this display of dominance from him.

"What? Can't handle a little a public teasing?"

"C'mon, this ain't the place for it."

"Oh, excuse me. I didn't know that sucking you off in a public bathroom was okay, but touching your dick under the table was off limits."

That pulls a reaction from him. Not a quite smile, not quite not. "You always like this or what?"

"Like what? Assertive? When I see someone I like — yeah."

That seems to lands with him. He takes another sip of his drink, still holding your ankle tightly, but his thumb strokes the flesh absentmindedly. It feels good — maybe a little too good. You lean your head back against the booth and grin.

"Why don't we finish our drinks and go back to my place?"

~

By the time you get back home, you're chomping at the bit.

"Make yourself comfortable, baby."

You slide the lock into place and hang the chain while simultaneously taking your shoes off with the other hand. As he takes off his jacket, Oz observes your apartment — not out of judgement, but out of genuine curiosity. You assume it looks exactly like he'd imagined, because his eyes flit to you again. You pad over to him, your hand finding his blindly. The alcohol is buzzing in your system now, leaving you in a happy, hazy, and horny state. Your smaller fingers intertwine with his bigger ones, and you turn, pulling him with you.

You lead him down the tiny hall to the bedroom, still only illuminated by the bathroom light that you forgot to turn off. With your back facing him, you tilt your head slightly and reach behind, tapping the edge of the dress. He understands, and you feel the tension of the dress releasing as he drags it down the curves of your back. You expect that. What you don't expect is the feeling of his warm, scarred lips on your shoulder, lining the length of it with sensual kisses. You hum and close your eyes, reveling in the sensation.

"Ohhhh," you breathe, the smile evident in your voice. "I can tell you missed me."

Oz's mouth opens slightly, his mouth suckling at the nape of your neck as he slides the straps down your arms.

"You already hard, Oz?"

You bump your ass against his groin, against the bulge that meets your cheeks, and give a little wiggle, just enough to make it twitch in his slacks. He reaches down to palm himself through the fabric.

The kisses cease for a moment. He chuckles once against your skin. "Gettin' there, sweetheart. You think I wouldn't be? C'mon."

The dress pools at your waist and you bend, shimmying it down the rest of the way. You turn then, pressing your bare breasts against his white dress shirt. Your hands slip underneath the suspenders, stroking along his chest a few times, toying with them before you slide them off his round shoulders. You reach between your bodies, sliding the length of your fingers over him, over his stiffening cock. The need builds in your gut, and before you have time to think, you're doing something that you didn't do at Apex.

You're kissing him. Passionately. Your mouths are open, tongues tangling with each other needily — needy to taste, to feel, to devour. You feel Oz shift as he slides out of his shoes, and you take that as a cue. Piece by piece, you start undressing him. Though you're doing it with meaning, there's a frenzied sort of hunger in your touch, you can't get to the prize fast enough. First the shirt, then the slacks. Oz steps out of them and one of his large hands comes down to your hip, fingers tightening around the elastic of your lace underwear. He breaks the kiss to yank them down your thighs, and you kick them somewhere across the room.

"Lemme' see that cock again."

You kiss him again, just once, lingering on the taste of him as you repeat his earlier action, pulling his underwear down his legs. With a firm hand on his chest, you push Oz back against the bed. He bounces into it, the mattress giving way under his weight. In nothing but his socks, you marvel at the look of him. Coarse, dark hair covers his body, and that drives you up the wall. "Fuck," you whisper. "Fuck."

His cock stands to attention between his legs, leaking and waiting to be touched. With a satisfied smile, you crawl up on the bed next to him, your hands snaking over his large shoulders and arms. You kiss the side of his face before moving past it, bringing your head to his dick. Your lips wrap around the tip, laving over the slit and the backside of his cock. Instinctively, his hips buck upwards, forcing more of it into your mouth. You let him do that this time, gripping him hard at the base and moving your hand slowly up and down, bringing his cock to full hardness.

Amidst his grunts and expletives, the sound of you moaning around his fat cock fills the otherwise silent room. It goes on for a few more minutes, before you pull away, mouth slick with pre-cum and laugh, almost teasingly.

You roll over onto his lap and look up at him with a wanton gaze, wiping your bottom lip with your thumb. Your hand moves from your chest, down the length of your stomach. As your hand descends further, so does Oz's gaze. "You wanna fuck her?" You say, spreading your cunt open with one hand, revealing the glistening flesh to him like a plate of dessert. You pump your fingers into her, to see just how wet you are. The result pleases you.

Oz nods heavily.

You revel in the hungry, single-minded look in his eyes. "Yeah? Fucking… say it."

"I wanna' fuck you."

"Say it again." You demand. It's fun.

"I wanna' fuck you, baby…" he says, a little heavier. Louder.

"Yeah. Yeah you do. Move back."

There's a rustle against the comforter as he scoots towards the headboard, leaning up against the plush pillows that cover it. You quickly arrange yourself over his naked lap, facing away from him. With a wiggle of your hips, you dip the top half of your torso towards his legs, giving him a full view of your now throbbing cunt. You hear a low rumble of pleasure in his throat as a single, thick finger comes up to sweep through the slickness. You shudder.

"You… you're so fuckin' wet," Oz rasps.

"Believe me now?"

Just as you're about to straighten up and lower your hips down onto his waiting cock, Oz grips both your thighs, tugging you firmly back towards his mouth. When you feel the heat of his breath against your cunt, you hum and turn your head, just enough to see him in your peripheral.

"Mmm, what do you think you're doing?"

"Returning the favor. It's only fair, huh?"

His tongue separates you, sweeping through your folds with intention. You let out a pleased moan and arch your ass up to his face, making the position easier for him. He grips the globes of your ass and tugs gently, thumbs pulling apart your folds. Oz kisses your cunt repeatedly, tongue darting out taste her in between. After a few more tantalizing kisses, he delves deep into your entrance, lapping up the arousal that drips from it, then presses his face further into your cunt, tongue flicking hungrily. The feeling ignites your entire body, tightening your core with need.

"Fuuuuck," you whine. "That feels so fucking good… you like that? You like eatin' me out?"

He nods against your cunt and pulls back enough to speak. "'Course I do. I've been wantin' to taste you since you put your fingers in my mouth, sweetheart."

An image flashes before your eyes; you'd forgotten you'd done that. But he didn't... clearly. You know he's jacked off to you, the thought is solified in your mind. You picture him, tugging on his cock in the safety of his bedroom — whatever that looks like. Mmm. Your cunt clenches with hunger. Oz nuzzles his nose against you before diving back in, suckling at your wetness like he's starved for it. You can't help but moan now, the sound bouncing off the walls. His cock slides through your tits, leaving a glistening trail between them.

The way he laps at you, swallowing it is so reverent that it makes your face feel hot. His attention is fully on you, and he's doing everything he can to make you orgasm. Your climax gallops towards you, and even though you'd planned on fucking him, you know you have another in you. You arch your body and let out a high pitched moan, letting Oz taste your sweet, leaking nectar as you come. He doubles down, pushing his face into her, swallowing your release.

Just like I did him. You yank yourself off of his mouth with a slick, suctioned sound. You hear him swallow and breathe heavily.

"Look how hard you are," you say, running a single finger along the length of it. You let out a tittering laugh. "It must hurt, huh? Needs to fuck something?"

You don't need a verbal answer, the way his cock twitches tells you everything. His hips buck up into nothing and you smile, knee-walking a little further down his legs until his cockhead slips down over your swollen, sensitive clit, and prods your entrance. You lower your hips down, taking him whole.

"Ohhh. Oh fuck." He groans.

Bouncing your ass on his lap, you find a rhythm quickly and keep it. Oz is hard and hot and hitting you in all the right places. It won't take long for another orgasm to find its way to you. Now, the sound of your ass hitting his lap fills the room.

His hands rest on top of your ass, not pulling you, just touching you, feeling you. There's something to be said about hitting it from the back, it feels less personal, less intimate. But the way Oz kneads your flesh, letting his sizeable hands slide over the flesh of your ass and up your back feels… attached. Like he might like it a little too much.

A symphony of moans leaves your lips as you force his cock into you repeatedly, splitting yourself in half on him. You've been with guys with longer dicks, but the thickness of his has you coming apart a little too quickly.

"Fuck yeah, fuck yeah… oh fuck!" Your head feels heavy and dumb as your cunt flutters around him, your clit throbbing as your second orgasm hits.

Oz feels this and seizes up underneath you, his muscles contracting as the orgasm threatens. With one more weighted bounce of your hips, he comes. It's a heavy load, and drips down his cock with each tantalizing thrust you give him.

"Shit, baby…"

You raise your hips, letting his spent cock slide from your cunt. You pivot on the bed then, facing him, looking into his big, brown eyes. You kiss him again. He kisses you back, a little too hard.

"Didn't need drugs for that one, did I?" You pause, remembering your request. "Did you even bring them?"

Oz swallows. Nods. "In my jacket pocket."

"Mm. You can leave them — I'll use them next time I go clubbing."

He reaches for the back of your neck and pulls you in for another kiss. Despite feeling an uncomfortable twinge of attachment in your core, you let him. You let him and you kiss him back.

Queen of casual fucks — you aren't used to this.

But maybe you could be.

[funky-sea-cryptid]

meljayvik roleswap au thoughts:

mel -> viktor. foreigner and zaunite swap SWEEP. glorious evolution to prove that words can save. science can save the world there is no need for war. also i think that she'd kind of serve cunt in the academy uniform.

viktor -> jayce. adopted by some noble piltover family as a charity project and desperately trying to prove himself worthy of any kind of respect. please dont get exiled youre so sexy king.

jayce -> mel. dude WHERE is he from also i could kind of see him playing up the dumb himbo act and then people SPILL state secrets to him he's charming that way.

[room217prayer]

Hello, I saw this on my timeline and I wanted to respond and I'm warning that I'll write some spoilers for all of Hofas, and, from what I understand, you didn't read the book to its end, so be free to ignore this if you don't want to see any spoiler.

I'm always open to discussing this matter, because I find it fascinating, and what made me want to respond to your post was your statement that Nesta doesn't do anything, which is pointing the fault of "everything" only on her.

Azriel was with her the first time Bryce got to the Night Court.

Rhysand allowed/made so that she escaped from her prison, even after seeing what was in her world, of the dangers in it. Yes, he trusted Azriel and Nesta, but still. He let her do what she wanted.

Bryce, who has a Trove tattooed on her, the Horn, which is able to open rifts between worlds. So the first time she escaped was - theoretically - over for Prythian too.

Because the Asteri could've killed and gotten back the horn and boom: they would be in Prythian, because that's what they wanted to do.

We see Nesta being able to kill a Daglan, we see both her and Azriel learn about what the Daglan were and what they did, about the Cauldron - being the off switch of Prythian and that is corrupted - and they for sure did tell Rhysand.

What did Rhysand, a High Lord, do to help and save Prythian? From what we can guess... Nothing, since when Bryce came back, Nesta was in her room, by the fireplace.

But here's the kicker: after Nesta gave Bryce the mask, when she returns to take her parents back, to give back both The Mask and Truth Teller - plus the bonus of the starsword (Gwydion) to Nesta - you know how she finds them to be? Not ready for an invasion.

Here's the paragraphs:

Bryce found Nesta in the same room the female had been in before. With Ember and Randall and a handsome, vaguely familiar winged male beside them, who smelled like Nesta's mate. Sitting around a table and talking over tea and chocolate cake. Chocolate cake, for fuck's sake.

So, Bryce left with Truth Teller the first time; The second she left with the mask too, and when she came back... Cassian and Nesta were eating a chocolate cake and talking over tea with Bryce's parents.

Who even Rhysand's befriended.

So, where is the panic, the tension, the readiness for battle, to prepare for the Asteri?

The second time Bryce came, to ask for the Mask, Rhysand was coming to confront her.

The third time he wasn't there, not even a mention or glimpse of darkness or shadows, even if the opening - for the third time - of a portal could mean: death. (Though Cassian says "You have a minute before Rhysand gets here and explode" to which Ember say he will be fine and we do not see, again, shadows or anything from the second time, like when Nesta said Rhysand was coming, which he was that time - and they talked a lot the third time, there was no rush)

Nesta did nothing, I wonder why, since the IC - Rhysand - kept her in the House of Wind. They punished her, he wanted to kill her - again - but what was he doing? Cassian, his general, was eating cake while drinking tea.

I don't see saying this as wanting to ignore Nesta's consequences, because her giving the Mask didn't do - actually - any harm as of now. There aren't negative consequences.

Prythian, her family, the NC and Velaris are safe and sound, more so than before, because the Asteri are dead.

Comparing what Nesta did as the same as defending what Rhysand did to Feyre UTM or what Feyre did to the SC, because the end justify the means, is not the same to me.

The horrible things Rhysand did were futile in killing Amarantha.

What Feyre did to the Spring Court - destroying it, makins so people died - wasn't what made sure Hybern died (she was his best help in him trying to conquer Prythian)

Whatever Nesta says or does, the narrative never lets her off easily. You know, who the narrative forgives, after they do something that was despicable and meaningless (that only worsens the situation)? The IC.

So, if you want to look critically at someone, it isn't Nesta the one who should be judged harshly in this whole thing: it's, again, the IC and Rhysand.

What were they doing while Bryce was fighting the Asteri? Did they warn the other HL? Did they prepare?

Or, after going off Nesta - something Feyre told her equal to leave her alone - they went to eat cake and drink tea?

Hopefully, we'll see in the sixth Acotar book what was happening, but for now, I don't see Nesta giving away the Mask as a mistake that had horrible consequences to the people she loves.

Sorry for the ranting and rambling, I have nothing against you OP, I just want to share my perspective on this matter.

Time to get controversial again. You know you can defend your favourites without brushing off their mistakes, right?

Nesta giving away the trove to help save a world was morally right but it was also reckless. Sure, the Asteri could be done with Midgard one day and move onto another planet, or even return to Prythian to settle their score. And stopping them right now sounds like a good option.

But as much as things played out well, it could have gone sideways too. Nesta placed all her faith on this one woman to win against the god-like creatures who have been alive and draining lives since long before any of them even existed. To win against the Asteri who ruled not a land but a world? The creatures who oppressed others by stealing their powers? She doesn’t have the logistics of how good or big Bryce’s army is to go to a war, or who her allies are, or what the chances of winning are at all.

Like I said, it was morally right. But what did she do after? Let’s assume Bryce failed. The Mask is either lost, or the Asteri stole it and on their way to Prythian. What did Nesta do to ensure the people around her who have no clue of what she’s done are safe? What of Velaris? What of other courts? In fact, this could have fast tracked their fears and brought the Asteri to them sooner.

I didn’t finish after the first third of HOFAS, so I don’t know the intricacies of the plot but since Bryce is to play hero, I am assuming none of it is addressed except in the bonus chapter. In that, Nesta doesn’t do anything. She doesn’t have the power in Night, however, a simple ‘You can be mad at me later, let’s talk strategies now’ would convince me she was actually aware of her actions to its full extent. Prepare defences for when Bryce fails. At least get the Valkyries on her side. Just a throwaway line would have been fine. But nothing. Not a thing. She doesn’t think ahead of that one moment hoping this alien wins a war all by herself and wallows in her guilt and self-pity.

So when you are ignoring the consequences of her actions, you are doing what the other side of this fandom does. They live by “the end justifies the means”. Amarantha is dead, so Rhysand assaulting Feyre is fine. Tamlin allied with Hybern to spy, so it’s fine for Feyre to destroy his court. They won the war, so it’s fine to make bargains and set death gods and an untameable creature on the loose without consulting anyone. No one asked about it, so it’s fine to stash the Cauldron and the troves where only they can find.

Just because the Asteri were eliminated doesn’t make Nesta fault free. You can defend her from the previous abuse or the ill treatment afterwards while acknowledging her flaws too. That is completely fine.

[deepseasmetro]

im going to be honest guys im scared

[floorpancakes]

ok but im rly into the idea of till having a new era that brings the light back to his eyes and drives him forward if he gets to escape the arena. idk where he'd go from there but i want to see ivans sacrifice both haunt him and drive him to actually live his damn life after being the captured bird refusing freedom cause of mizi. once he knows she's alive with the resistance he might be able to actually experience other things and widen his world and if that happens and he puts his personal sense of rebellion towards the human cause OR settles into finding some other way to feel fulfilment that isn't a single person that could be deeply fascinating to me i think

[xavalav]

explodes forever and ever as i think abt dnd session from tonight. we beefed it so hard and now my freak is having a mental breakdown.

[aphel1on]

Dont try to pull polar star Dont try to pull polar star Dont try to pull polar star Dont try to pull polar star

[lululeighsworld]

decided to play the heirs of fate dlc this weekend (ive been meaning to for awhile; admittedly my knowledge of it all comes from browsing the wiki, and i really wanted to experience the anankos characterization for myself). this isn't even the part i was excited to get to BUT I AM REELING OVER IT..........FOR REASONS I WILL DISCLOSE IN THE TAGS (from part iv: light's sacrifice)

[mummer]

truly cant stop thinking about thinking about star trek tng season 5 episode 17 the outcast when you open my mind it is only tng season 5 episode 17 the outcast.

[seafoam-taide]

Gleefully imagining my ocs as more and more unwell and codependent and Not Okay

[jenneferofjengaberg]

unpopular spn opinion: the bunker was a huge mistake and made the show worse in every conceivable way

[i3utterflyeffect]

raaaaaaagh now officially asking you to rant about wandersong>:))))))

AAAAAAAAAAAAA i don't even remember what i was gonna rant about but just. goddamn!!! i just love the bard and miriam so fucking much and also my nonbinary ass is shaking hands with the bard so hard. wish i was a funny little bard guy with the most ambiguous gender ever

also just. god. i found a headcanon that they named themselves on the spot when miram and saphy asked and i find that so funny. i think they also should name themself bard bc holy shit that's even funnier

i also just need audrey to blow up RIGHT NEOW. bard may forgive her but i sure as hell don't

and also I LOVE THE OVERSEERS AND THEIR LIL FAIRY GUYS SO MUCH. ESP THE MOON FAIRY AND THE SUN FAIRY AND ALSO THE HEART AND DREAM FAIRIES.

and also i just. AGUHHHHHHHHH

it's just so good and the ost is so good and the LITTLE DETAILS are so good and i LOVE this FUCKING GAME!!!!!!!!!!!

[yeleprange]

SHUTTERMOUTH FANS WE'RE FFEEEEEEEEEDDDDDSSSSSSSSS (RIPS 5 MILLION SHIRTS OFF

[connormoving]

okay sooo 1. once little man is done with my laptop i need to do the ssn shit bc i have the letter 2. in an hour i need to switch my laundry to the dryer and at Some point i need to sleep preferablyyyy i oush as long as i can its been 28 hours i Think? since i woke up i dont avtually remember its all kind of a blur i do have a headache and my fuckshit tooth is bothering me but whatever . once i get the ssn login thing done im pretty sure i can get a new card like right away and then once that gets here i can go and get my permit And by then my new glasses will be here which is epics and ummm at some point not today bc im tired and have a headache aka not at my best. so once those 2 things r not the case i need to do the science and math ged practice tests ive been putting them off bc im scared ill do bad SKULL.but i need to get those done ... and omce i have the permit and everything thennnnnn i can go do my actual proper ged tests and once those r done ill have my ged and an id and thus can start applying for jobs again And ill be so brave and ask my mom to teach me how to drive . YIPPEE

[geoffrey]

just heard the take once more that "the shining is about a guy going crazy in isolation" or "cabin fever" okay i get that its snobbish to harp on shit like this. but literally the hotel is alive and evil. multiple stephen king books have a character that is just shapeless evil that wants more evil to be done so it can grow. that is the antagonist in the shining and it tries to get jack to kill his whole family. its not a hallucination because he feels cooped up. the isolation is important because it traps the characters with this evil it is not what makes jack act like that. THE HOTEL IS A CHARACTER. WHY DO YOU EVEN THINK DANNY HAS PSYCHIC POWERS!!!