#but as I talk about it maybe there’s potential there too

[gay-dorito-dust]

Viktor’s journal.

How can you mourn someone that you weren’t quite sure was dead? You couldn’t simply afford to make funeral arrangements just to bury an empty coffin six feet underground when you yourself were unsure of what has become of your beloved Viktor.

You didn’t exactly know where the arcane had taken him. So should you even at all assume him as dead or just more so in another plan of existence far beyond your reach? And if so would he ever find his ways back? or did he think that where he was currently was a suitable place for his misguided and misconstrued ideologies of perfection? Seeing no point in returning to you after all he’s done?

You weren’t quite sure what to make of all of this but that didn’t ease the ache in your heart as you found a journal of his laying nearby, a thin layer of dust covering it, clearly showing the passage of time of the last viktor stepped foot in this room becoming more painfully evident as you brushed it clear before opening it. It was a rather standard journal filled to the brim of notes, sketches and annotations belonging to Viktor throughout the ever evolving stages of understanding the hexcore, nothing new as it was the only thing he talked about so passionately with a gleam in his eyes.

He wanted to use it for good and for the betterment of others but as you look at the notes and recall the memories of Viktor telling you the advancements they could make with hextech, it felt all but painful now knowing and experiencing what you have at the hands of the hexcore; you and everyone else almost became one of those weird sleek white and gold plated humanoid creatures not too long ago. So it was needless to say that your feelings towards the hexcore weren’t the same as they use to be, though then again neither was Viktor’s when he changed.

‘I want to use it to better the lives of others.’ He once said as his amber eyes gleamed brighter than you’ve ever seen before.

You wished that was the case but as the old saying went: evil deeds are paved with good intentions.

Viktor’s heart was in the right place but the hexcore corrupted his mind into ignoring it, ignoring his humanity in his pursuit in perfecting the imperfect. You had lost Viktor to the hexcore on multiple occasions way before his physical and mental change after the attack upon the council, an attack he was meant to die in. You had lost him and thus didn’t know where you were qualified to mourn a man who could potentially still be still living in another plan of existence.

The further you delved into the journal, mind lost in the memories as you tried to use to make sense as to where everything went wrong, that you didn’t notice that you had reached the very end of the journal and notes regarding the hexcore had become notes regarding yourself. The chicken scratch writing of a scientist had become notes written in the most beautiful and eloquent handwriting you’ve ever seen.

Notes such as;

‘The initial reaction i had towards my newfound feelings towards y/n was to deny them. They were my friend and I thought as such for a long time until I began to think about them on a regular basis, almost as though I need to have them close to properly function. it’s distraction but it’s a distraction that I welcome without annoyance, an distraction that I want to have near me all the time just to claim I had a good day.

‘They didn’t come by today, which is something that I shouldn’t let affect me as greatly as it does. However I couldn’t help but keep looking back towards the door to the lab in hopes that I would see them. I was told that I was looking as though a love sick puppy dog, waiting for them to come through those doors as per usual and yet I couldn’t help but feel a little sad when more of the days pass and I didn’t see them. Maybe they’ll come back tomorrow?

‘The feelings have a name as I’ve found as of recent, love. It’s love that I feel for them. They’ve consumed my thoughts and I’ve found myself tinkering with spare parts in hopes of making things that they’d like, all of which I have locked away in a box beneath my bed that I’d open sooner or later in hopes of improving them. Will i ever give them to y/n? Perhaps after I crack this equation for the hexcore, I’m so close to a breakthrough and feel as if the excitement I’ll feel will bring me to confess to them in a heat of the moment type scenario.

I hope they reciprocate my feelings.

That was the last entry of his notes and it was dated as the day before the attack on the council and you softly closed the journal, holding it close to your chest as you closed your eyes, breathing deeply as the idea that things could’ve been extremely different had things not escalated the way they did.

So once you had composed yourself enough to go to Viktor’s house in order to find the box he spoke of in his notes, finding that it had already been opened, almost as though his spirit knew you were going to come here afterwards and made it more accessible to you; and within it was a plethora of beautifully wielded masterpieces in the form of mechanical birds, flowers and even smaller things for you to fidget with should your nerves get the best of you.

Viktor was so thoughtful and you couldn’t help but let out a pained whimper as you cradled the box in your arms before finding yourself falling asleep in Viktor’s old bed with dried tears upon your cheeks. Life was cruel to take Viktor away from you but for some unexplainable reason, you’ve never felt closer to him than you did as you held his journal and gifts close to your chest.

Unaware of how one of the Birds eye’s glowed blue and the petals of the flowers blossomed in a similar colour.

[certifiedducky]

i mean they could’ve had both. their dynamic(like everything involving adrien, chloe, and character depth in this show) had so much potential, and the show really just let it all fizzle and die.

like, for starters, in the show they’re longterm friends, and adrien stays friends with her despite the fact that she’s a bully but it just comes across as very unsympathetic to his new friends, especially marinette. he kind of just says “oh that’s how she is, we’ve been friends forever” and it makes adrien look really shitty.

But if we got more depth from them? Like, after Audrey left Chloe spent a lot of time with the Agrestes because her dad was ALWAYS working. If Emilie was a super-involved mom, I bet she became SO important to Chloe. Further cementing Adrien and Chloe being siblings. Chloe would get to go to school and then she’d come back every day and tell Adrien all about it, and when they were younger they’d play games about being in school because they both wanted him there.

Adrien got enrolled in school after Emilie died. There’s no way he would’ve been able to do that on his own, and absolutely no way Nathalie would’ve helped him. After Mr. Agreste started becoming more distant, I bet Chloe felt it as her job to comfort Adrien the way he and his mom comforted her after Audrey left. But they aren’t little kids anymore, and Gabe’s being super controlling about when Adrien can see other people. So she pulled strings and helped him enroll in school.

They’re EVERYTHING to each other. And, yeah, Chloe’s a little clingy but it’s because she remembers when her mom left and how hard it was, so she wont stop pestering Adrien to make sure he’s okay, in her own way. She hasn’t quite realized that she loves Adrien like a brother, and is mostly just really scared that once he goes to public school someone will convince him to leave her, too. I’d imagine those first few days, she was GLUED to his side.

But Adrien craves social connection, so he started making friends with other kids in the class, and he had to separate himself from chloe to do that. it could’ve been a really hard decision for him, maybe she didn’t talk to him for a few days. but they’re family. and he still talks to her and she leaves for lunch with him, and nino and alya and marinette really hold it against him for a while until everything comes out about audrey, and that’s when adrien explains the history they have.

Adrien and Chloe being found family is one of my absolute favorite missed opportunities in the show. They know each other’s tells. Chloe comes off as a snobby rich kid, but she’s protecting herself and Adrien. He may come across as unsympathetic, but he can’t very well disown his sister when they’ve been through so much together. He definitely could’ve been a crucial part of her character development as well.

Adrien and Chloe could have had the best found family dynamic but nooooo they needed a mean girl character

[evelynpr]

Might be a hot take as a bkdk and tgck truther here, but I find izuocha endlessly fascinating, beautiful, but also tearfully tragic.

I see their love for each other as something representative of their innocence and naivety when they only knew so little about who they were, and what was to come.

I think the main barrier of their relationship is that its rooted in how they see each other very idealistically, specifically that they're attached to the image of their Best Heroic Selves, and not the deeply selfish, destructive, freaky, and egotistical parts of them. To each other, they need to keep fulfilling that image or else that same person they looked up to would almost die in front of them, and that would be too cruel. Although that hero is still there, that same person they looked up to is not the same now because of...well...everything.

Izuku had barely even talked to girls when he first met her. She was Izuku's first ever real friend (Sorry Kats, everyone and him knows he was terrible), so he saved her in that entrance exam even if it was so dangerous. She gave a new meaning to his derogatory nickname just by being a friend that believed in him. After that, she saved him several more times (Blackwhip and Megaphone are the biggest samples iirc). It makes perfect sense that she is Deku's hero.

Ochako hardly knew what it meant to be a hero when she first got into UA. Just by reaching out to some kid tripping, she made a new friend who would then save her in that exam, then save him again in return. This boy then became someone who was always working so hard to save everyone in trouble, and she realized she wanted to be just like him too. "I want to save people"

But...Deku changes. The weight of One for All is on his shoulders and he needs someone to carry this burden with him. He continues to want to save other people at the expense of himself, still not letting his true selfishness and ego ever show- and it only grows more and more unbearable.

Then...Ochako fell in love with Himiko. Truly, relentlessly, selfishly and devotedly in love with a girl who then dies giving her blood to her- the greatest expression of love Himiko could ever give.

Not that they can't love each other because of this happening (and...so many other things oh god), I'm honestly not sure how to explain it- But them ending up together after losing that innocence and naivety? After Ochako will forever grieve the girl who showed her love in its most beautiful and ugly form? After Izuku changed so fundamentally as a person that the butterflies of a nice girl talking to you doesn't exist anymore? After that simple image of being a hero and being in love has completely changed for them both?

Even so, I believe they still love each other. There is no label I know of that can properly describe them though. They are each other's image of being a hero when it comes to saving people. Aside from Shoto, no one else can grasp the grief of the person you tried to save dying in your hands. They would no doubt try to cope with these losses together, and just try to get better together...but so much has changed. They've changed. The world changed. What are they now? Who are they now?

"What happened...to us?"

[ponderingmoonlight]

And yet, you're here

Pairing: Geto x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,8k

Synopsis: Years after Suguru left, you're still not able to get him off your mind. When he reappears years after his betrayal, the past collides with the present. Unexpected, in a way you didn't even dare to dream about.

Warnings: this isn't proofread 100%, the emotional rollercoaster you deserve, hurt to comfort big time, this is for all my geto girlies who deserve their happy ending

please please please make this go viral thank you

„He’s a threat for the whole population!”

“We need to kill that brat before he kills all non-sorcerers.”

“I can’t believe someone like him was able to do something like…that.”

“So much wasted potential. Why does a special grade sorcerer act this way?”

“I thought he’s a nice boy.”

“So, you’re not one of those nice guys I guess.”

The sun already hung so low in the sky that you were barely able to see his soft features, let alone the surprised look that crept over his face while hearing those words coming from your mouth.

“Are you talking about me or Satoru?”

You let out one of those cute chuckles he adored so much, the kind he heard in his head on repeat even when you were long gone. Gosh, he couldn’t get enough of this. Those lonely nights with only you and a cigarette by his side, the countless hours he spent trying to understand you while it was his mind that slowly but surely fell apart.

“Nope, I’m always talking about you, Suguru.”

“What am I if not a nice guy, then?”

Sure, Satoru Gojo was his one and only best friend, but you were something else entirely: An unspoken bond that lived in the spaces between words, in glances that lingered just a moment too long. You weren’t a lover, not in the conventional sense, but you weren’t just a friend either. You were a mirror to his soul, the keeper of truths he couldn't bear to speak aloud, and the only person who could hold the weight of his silence without it breaking you both.

“You’re... complicated,” you finally replied, the word laced with warmth rather than judgment.

“You’re the kind of person who feels too much but hides it too well. The kind who would burn the world down if it meant saving the people you love. Not everyone understands that, but I do. Or at least I’m convinced I do.”

Suguru’s lips twitched into a faint smile, more melancholic than amused.

“Complicated, huh? That’s one way to put it.”

“And dangerous,” you added lightly, the hint of a smile in your voice.

“But not in the way they think. Not to me.”

His expression softened, the darkness in his eyes easing for just a moment as he stared at you.

“Not to you,” he echoed, as though testing the words on his tongue, letting them sink into the cracks of his fraying soul.

Till this day, that one last conversation both of you had on that lonely bench still haunts him. The way you looked at him back then, as if you’d already knew that you might never see him again, as if you just counted the hours until he goes berserk.

What are you thinking about him now?

Is he still on your mind?

Are you hating him the way Satoru does?

“You’re thinking about her again, don’t you?”

Fuck. He thought about you.

Again.

Suguru lets out a sharp exhale, the sound halfway between a sigh and a laugh, bitter enough to sting his own ears. How pathetic he has to look to the people surrounding him. When he walked down this path, he knew that he’ll have to do it without you, that he won’t be able to see you again. And yet…

Losing you seems to hurt more than anything else.

 “Of course I am,” he admits to his assistant, his voice low and rough like gravel underfoot.

“Not like I can help it. She’s everywhere, even when she’s not. It’s ridiculous.”

There it is again, your face ghosting through his mind. Other than Satoru and Shoko, you never really tried to find him. If you wanted to, you would, right? Maybe you’re too mad at him for all the things he’s done. Or maybe you already forgot about him.

 “But it doesn’t matter, does it? She’s gone. Just like everything else.”

For a moment, he closes his eyes, trying to drown out the memories, the sound of your laugh, the way your voice softened when you said his name, the weight of your eyes on him as if you could see through all the lies he told himself. He’d burn every memory if he could, let them smolder in the same fire that consumed the rest of his life.

“Besides. She’d hate me now, just like everyone else. Maybe she was just waiting for me to turn into the monster she saw coming.”

“Stop stewing in these thoughts, that doesn’t matter anymore. We’re expecting another bunch of monkeys in half an hour.”

But even as she said it, the words tasted wrong. It shouldn’t matter that he can still feel the warmth of your gaze, your unwavering belief in him, and yet it cuts deeper than any accusation ever could. Suguru shakes his head while straightening his shoulders, eyes locked onto Manami in front of him in order to force you off his mind.

“Doesn’t matter,” he repeats, his voice barely above a whisper, as though trying to convince himself.

“It’s too late for that now. So, where’s the monkeys?”

“Why did I know I’d find you here?”

His voice startles you, making you jump slightly. You turn to see none other than Satoru Gojo standing there, hands in his pockets, his white hair catching the fading sunlight. The sunglasses perched on his nose don’t quite hide the sharp edge in his expression he usually wears around you.

“Because I’m always here, I guess,” you reply softly, your tone as tired as the circles under your eyes appear.

“And I told you to stop a long time ago,” Satoru bites back, his voice bitter, cutting.

“The Suguru you knew… he’s gone.”

The weight of his words lands hard, though they’re not new. He’s said them before, with the same venom in his voice, every time you bring up Suguru or the past.

“I know. I’ve always known.”

“Then why do you keep punishing yourself? Dropping out of Jujutsu High when everyone needed you didn’t bring him back. Hiding out here doesn’t change anything, y’know?”

“It wasn’t about bringing him back, Satoru,” you snap, your voice sharper than you intend.

“It was about… letting him go. You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me,” he challenges, stepping closer.

“I’ve spent years watching people destroy themselves over things they can’t fix. I know the look in your eyes - you miss him. You always have. But you didn’t even try to stop him when he turned his back on us.”

You flinch, his words hitting a nerve.

“Because it wasn’t my place. I wasn’t like you, Gojo. I wasn’t his best friend. I wasn’t strong enough to drag him back kicking and screaming or to stand in his way. All I could do was… let him live the way he decided to. I thought… maybe if I stayed behind, if I didn’t follow him, he’d understand that I believed in him, that I trust him and his actions, the path he chooses. That I’d be here if he ever wanted to come back.”

Satoru’s shoulders tense, his jaw tightening. He never understood. Until this day, he never wrapped his head around the fact that you didn’t try to stop his best friend back then. You, who had more power over Suguru than himself.

God, how much he hates that disgusting truth until now.

“And look where that got you,” he mutters.

You look away, your hands gripping the edge of the bench for support.

“I never expected to see him again, Satoru. I didn’t think I’d matter enough to him for that.”

The silence between you stretches thin, brittle as glass.

“Do you think he hates me?” you ask, your voice barely audible.

“For staying behind? For not going after him?”

Gojo doesn’t answer, which is answer enough. You know he blames you, at least a little, for what happened. For not doing more. For leaving everything to him. For allowing Suguru to turn his back on Jujutsu High.

“Suguru hating you? Never. I bet he still thinks about you every damn day”, Satoru mutters under his breath before turning on his heels and leaving you standing in the rain.

Suguru, still thinking about you? You shake your head vehemently, not allowing that absurd thought into your brain. If he would miss you, he’d visit you, right? In all those years, he never lifted a finger in order to find you.

You were right there. In your small apartment, at jujutsu high.

Maybe he forgot about you after all.

“Me? Forgetting you? I’d never be able to do that, (y/n).”

Maybe some promises are meant to be broken.

-a few evenings later-

You’ve drank too much.

You always do when Shoko isn’t with you, when no one’s around to watch you. But even though you emptied a whole bottle of liqueur on your own, you still aren’t able to forget him. Fuck, his face is glued onto your mind like a second skin, never leaves you even though you drink enough to forget your own name.

Will it always feel like this? Will that ache ever go away?

“What are you thinking about, handsome?”

“Something I’ve lost some while ago”, you mumble, absently swirling your glittery cocktail around.

“That’s a bummer.”

You don’t even gift the random stranger next to you a look, the guy who smells like cheap cigarettes so vehemently that you feel like throwing up.

Maybe it’s time to call it a day.

“Yeah. Whatever.”

You spring back onto your feet, the alcohol vibrating through your veins. You were never much of a drinker back then, only shared a cigarette with Suguru from time to time. But this became your only way to numb the pain. At least for a few hours, at least for some time.

The cold air of the night hits your face like a wall. Even though it’s far past midnight, the city buzzes in street light, laughter and cries. And yet, all you’re able to think about is him again. His laugh, his voice, the way he used to look at you when he thought no one else was watching. Is it wrong to long for him? Is it disgusting that you couldn’t care less about the things he’s done those past years, about what he’d become?

You shake your head, trying to dispel the thoughts, but they cling to you, stubborn and relentless. Why can’t you just stop? Stop longing for something that will never happen, stop running after a person who is long gone? Suguru won’t come back, you won’t just meet him on a random street-

The click of footsteps catches your attention. Heavy, yet elegant footsteps across the still busy street.

At first, you think it’s just another stranger wandering through the city’s darkened streets. But something about the rhythm - steady, purposeful - sets your nerves on edge. Something about this feels familiar.

You glance up, your heart skipping a beat as your gaze meets a pair of familiar dark brown eyes.

Suguru Geto.

The world around you blurs, the sounds of the city fading into silence. It’s him, unmistakably him. His hair is longer than you remember, strands sticking to his face from what looks like rain, or maybe it’s sweat. Blood splatters ruin his clothes and the sharp line of his jaw, painting a stark, gruesome picture paired with those cold orbs. His expression is unreadable, but his eyes… they’re searching, watching your every move.

You should run, or scream, or yell at him – at least something that shows him what he put you through.

Anything.

He’s the same man who left you, who walked away from everything, from you. He, who didn’t even tell you about his true feelings, who didn’t care about the consequences of his actions, who didn’t even ask you to join. All those miserable nights you imagined him sitting next to you on that bench, the bottles of alcohol you’ve drank just to forget his name. He needs to pay for it, needs to know what he did to you by leaving you behind.

But instead, your feet move of their own accord, closing the distance between you in an instant.

Before he can react, you throw your arms around him so, pulling him into a tight embrace.

Suguru freezes, his body stiff against yours. He doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, as if the sheer force of your presence has left him powerless. You bury your face against his chest, not caring about the blood, the grime, or the hurricane of questions swirling in your mind. All you care about is the fact that he’s here, alive, and solid beneath your touch. You can feel him – not only in your dreams, but for real.

Suguru is here.

He’s alive.

He’s right between your arms.

The scent of him - familiar, though tinged with something darker - fills your senses, dragging you back into a world you thought you’d never touch again. Tears sting your eyes, but you bite them back, unwilling to let them fall.

“Suguru,” you whisper, your voice trembling.

Finally, he moves. His arms lift hesitantly, then wrap around you with a force that knocks the air out of your lungs. He holds you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear any given minute, his grip firm and desperate. His head dips slightly, and for a moment, you think you feel him trembling too.

“What are you doing?”

His voice is rough, low, almost broken.

“I don’t know,” you admit, your voice muffled against his chest.

“I just… I missed you.”

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes scanning your face as if trying to memorize every detail.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he mutters, his tone a mixture of regret and warning.

“Neither should you,” you counter, your gaze unwavering.

Suguru���s lips twitch, almost forming a smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. He lifts a hand, his fingers brushing against your cheek as though testing if you’re real.

“You should hate me.”

“Maybe I should,” you reply, your voice steady despite the storm raging inside you.

God, you’re so furious at him. Mad because he ran away, mad because he left you standing in the rain.

Mad because this is actually the first time Suguru Geto hugged you.

“But I don’t. I guess I could never hate you.”

His expression falters, the mask he’s worn for so long cracking just enough to reveal the man beneath. The one you knew, the one you loved in a way you never fully understood. And for the first time since leaving everything behind, he feels that small ray of sunshine taking in his heart again.

“You don’t know what I’ve done, what I’ve become. I was so sure you’ll hate me like everyone else.”

“I know enough. And I don’t care. You’re still Suguru Geto, aren’t you?”

He exhales sharply, the sound almost like a laugh, though there’s no humor in it. You, not caring about the fact that he ended countless lives out of his own fulfilment? You, a jujutsu sorcerer who always protected those monkeys?

“You’re too good for this,” he bites back, shaking his head.

“Too good for me.”

“Don’t decide that for me,” you snap, surprising even yourself with your suddenly so sharp tone.

“You don’t get to make that choice. You already did when you left without saying goodbye”

The silence between you stretches, heavy with unspoken words. You’re right and he knows it. But… Was it really a possibility to take you with him back then? Was there a tiny chance that you…would have joined him?

Slowly, he leans his forehead against yours, his eyes closing as though seeking comfort in your presence. No, he doesn’t want to think this through. Not right now. Not when he feels your heart pound against his body, not when you’re this close to him for the very first time.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” he admits, his voice barely a whisper.

“I told myself it was better that way.”

“And yet you’re here,” you point out softly.

“And yet I’m here,” he echoes, his lips curving into a faint, bitter smile.

For a moment, it’s just the two of you. No blood, no curses, no jujutsu, no past or future. Just the weight of the present, fragile and fleeting. And for now, that’s enough.

For now, simply holding the man you thought you’ve lost forever on a random street is more than enough to make you feel whole again.

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[in1-nutshell]

Hi, can I request a continuation of Wasp's twin who took his place?

Maybe something about the team Prime getting worried over Buddy rarely leaving her room? And when she does she just sits in a corner and hugs her knees?

Buddy is also scared of going outside the base, because what if the Elite Guard comes to earth and found her? She will get thrown to the stockade again!

Optimus is like, "i'm not a doctor, but i'm pretty sure this isn't good for her".

And ratchet is like, "i'm a doctor and I can comfirm this is not healty for her, we need to make her come out of her room more as soon as possible".

And then Bulkhead is like, "oh, I know how!", and takes out his art.

He shows his art to Buddy which draws her attention a lot.

Maybe that's how Buddy gets into pottery and knitting, Bulkhead inspired her!

(I'm sending this twice incase it disappears from the inbox)

I'm giving Wasp's twin sister a name! Look for it in the link for established Buddy names!

Hope you enjoy!

Wasp's Twin Sister finds a hobby

SFW, Platonic, Slight Angst, Cybertronian reader

TFA

Ever since the news of the Elite Guard potentially making a stop on Earth happened, the team had noticed their newest member, Vespa, had been a bit closed off.

No, that was an understatement.

Vespa was either always in her habsuite or sprinting across the Plant to get something and go straight back to her habsuite.

Bumblebee tried once to make her stop during one of her sprints.

Bumblebee has Vespa grabbed by the waist. Bumblebee: “Gotcha!” Vespa lets out an unearthly shriek before biting on his servo. Bumblebee: “OW!” Vespa zooms back into her habsuite. Bumblebee is on the floor groaning at the bite marks on his servo. Bulkhead: “That looks like it hurt.” Bumblebee: “You think!”

Yeah, the yellow scout stopped trying to stop her after that.

Soon enough Optimus called in for a mini meeting to discuss Vespa’s situation.

He was no medic, but he knew that what she was doing definitely wasn’t healthy.

Ratchet backed him up, as a doctor, this indeed wasn’t healthy behavior at all.

They had tried to ask what was wrong in the past, but so far nothing has worked.

Optimus had tried to lure Vespa out with a chat, but she just politely patted his pede and left.

Ratchet tried to get her to talk with a medical examine… too bad she knew that she wasn’t scheduled for another physical exam yet.

Prowl tried to get her to go to the park, but that was immediately shot down when she sprinted the other way.

Bumblebee tried to get Vespa to sit down for a movie marathon, but it turns out the yellow bot still didn’t know what types of movies she liked watching yet.

Team Prime were grasping straws, trying to think of any other way to get Vespa to talk to them.

They had tried everything!

Expect…

Sari carefully knocked on Vespa’s door. Sari: “Vespa? Its Sari.” Nothing. Sari: “I’m not feeling good and could really use a friend—EEK!” Sari nearly had whiplash from how fast Vespa’s servo shot out and grabbed her into the habsuite. The bots hiding not too far from the door blinked. Prowl: “I don’t think I’ve seen a bots servo move that quickly…”

It took a couple minutes before Sari would emerge from the habsuite wearing a worried look on her face.

She relayed back that Vespa was worried about the Elite Guard showing up outside the Plant, waiting to snatch her up and bring her back to the stockades.

Oh… that explained a bit…

As the others were trying to think of ways to reassure Vespa that the Guard was not here, Bulkhead suddenly had an idea.

Bulkhead knocks on Vespa’s door. Vespa opens it a bit. Vespa: “Bulk?” Bulkhead: “Can we paint together?” Vespa opens the door a bit more with a confused expression. Vespa: “What ‘paint’ Bulk?” Bulkhead offers his servo to her. Bulkhead: “C’mon I’ll show you! And if you don’t like painting, I’m sure I can find you some other art we can get you to do.” Vespa looked around hesitantly. Bulkhead’s optics soften gently patting her helm. Bulkhead: “No one’s gonna hurt ya little buddy. It’ll just be me and you.” After a minute Vespa gives him a small smile and takes his servo.

Bulkhead makes it very clear to the others for his idea to work, it just needed to be him and Vespa alone.

Given the limited number of ideas, they let him continue.

After about an hour Bulkhead came back to the main room followed closely by Vespa.

She sill looked nervous, but a bit more relaxed.

The smaller bot was covered with wet and dry splotches of clay and paint.

In her servos she proudly presented her greatest creation.

A human sized mug and gifted it to Sari.

It had an atrocious orange and pink coloring, but Sari didn’t dare try and put the bots spirits down.

This made the bot beam with pride, something the team had never seen before.

The smile suited her.

After that day, Bulkhead was slowly trying to get Vespa to start creating things with the pottery set whenever she felt extremely nervous or scared, and it seemed to be working.

 It was a bit of a pain to scrap off the bits of dried and cracked clay from off her armor, but she had to admit it the activity did make her calmer, and she could make gifts for her new friends!

Team Prime swore to take in every one of Vespa’s sculptures no matter how weird looking or horrendous coloring it had.

[beautyofattolia]

I think this is the moment I truly started to dislike Gale.

After reading the first book, I definitely loved Peeta, but I didn't know enough about Gale to either like him or dislike him. He was just there. Katniss's friend and potential love triangle participant. But then Catching Fire starts and in Chapter 2, we get this scene and it really left a bad taste in my mouth that only increases as the series continues.

This really does an incredible job of setting up Gale's entire attitude about Katniss. Their relationship is about him and what he wants. About what he feels like he deserves from her. He kisses her because he wanted to, without any warning or checking in with her to see where she is. He doesn't talk to her about what she's going through or think maybe the best time is not right after she survived an extremely traumatic experience. Gale wants a kiss and he is owed a kiss so by god he's going to have one!

Contrast this with everything we see with Peeta in the first book and even though he too is in love with Katniss and has been for ages, all physical affection is on Katniss's terms. He makes jokes about kissing, but in every kiss, she is the one who initiates and he makes no effort to take that choice or control away from her.

Peeta respects Katniss and her wishes in a way Gale never does and it's never more clear than when comparing the two first kisses.

[nombre-va-aqui]

Have a chamomile, my dear. (Chamomile Cookie x F! bullied Y/N Cookie)

As Y/N Cookie closed the door of her home, she went to the living room and lay down on the couch, her face stuffed against the cushions. Then she let out a groan, emptying her lungs as a muffled scream came out of her mouth.

??: Is that you, dear?

A gentle voice spoke from the kitchen. Then Chamomile Cookie came into the living room, holding a cup of warm chamomile on her hands. She took a sit on a chair right next to the couch and patted Y/N's head gently.

Chamomile: Did you had a rough day again?

Y/N did not speak, but she nodded her head.

Chamomile: Do you wanna talk about it?

Once again, Y/N communicated nonverbally, this time saying no with her head.

Chamomile: Oh, it was one of those days, huh?

Chamomile placed her cup on the table. Then she sat next to Y/N and caressed her back as gently as possible.

Y/N Cookie didn't have it easy. She was born into a family with great magic potential, throught the generations each of the family's descendants made great and amazing achievements.

...

Everyone but her.

No matter how hard she tried, there was an unkown something that blocked her magic potential. She practiced, and practiced, and practiced, but with no progress.

Her family was disappointed in her, they soon turned their back on her and replaced her with her younger sister.

Of course, she wasn't safe in school either.

Bully 1: Come on Y/N Cookie! Do some magic! Oh, wait, you can't!

Bully 2: Pffft! She's crying! Hahah! She's so pathetic!

Y/N: *sobs* A-and then, th-they said the only ma-magic I can do i-is disappear, th-the only thing I can do right...

Chamomile: There, there. Don't listen to them, my dear. You have a great potential, you just haven't reached it yet, but I know you will soon.

Chamomile held Y/N tight on her arms, hugging her and kissing her to reassure her.

Four months ago

Y/N had locked herself inside her house, no one heard about her in a whole month now. She had enough of everyone bullying her and treating her like trash, so she decided she would never leave her house ever again.

Knock knock

Or so was her plan.

Chamomile: Hello? Is anyone home?

Y/N didn't take interest at first. But then the knock sounded again.

Chamomile: Excuse me, does Y/N Cookie live here? My name is Chamomile Cookie, I would like to meet her if it's possible.

The voice belonged to someone she didn't know and was soft and gentle, so Y/N decided to give it a chance. She opened the door slightly, so only one of her eyes could be seen.

Y/N: What is it?

Chamomile: Hello, Y/N Cookie. My name is Chamomile Cookie. Could I come in, please?

Y/N: Why? What do you want?

Chamomile: I noticed you didn't leave your home for a whole month now, and I became worried. I'm a therapist, maybe I could help you? I'll be glad to listen to anything you need to say.

Y/N: ...

The door closed... But, a second later, it opened again. Y/N had a tired expression, and the inside of her house was all messed up.

Y/N: Come in.

So, both girls talked for a few hours. Y/N opened up her feelings and emotions and shared her worries and pain, and Chamomile listened to every single word she said. It took a long session, but Chamomile convinced Y/N to give it another try. From that day on, they both had sessions together, Chamomile helped Y/N little by little but efficiently.

Now

Chamomile: Are you feeling better now, my dear?

Y/N: Yes... Thank you for listening to me...

Chamomile: No need to thank me, my love.

Chamomile kissed Y/N's cheek gently. Y/N didn't have an easy life, but Chamomile made it a bit easier.

Y/N: You are too good to be real... I don't deserve you...

Chamomile: Hush now, don't say such things. I love you with all my heart, and I promise I'll be there for you for as long as you need me.

Y/N: Thank you... I love you too...

Yeah, Y/N Cookie's life was not easy... But there was Chamomile Cookie, her ray of light in the darkness. She was insecure and felt like she didn't deserve such a wonderful girlfriend, but she was glad to have her. Chamomile Cookie was the only reason Y/N Cookie didn't give up yet, she would be fine as long as she had her by her side.

[biblical-chronicles]

The weight of waiting

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where Noel has always felt summat for the reader but she refused to acknowledge it, until potential competition arrived at the scene.

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You had always sort of known that Noel had feelings for you. The way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention, the little comments he’d make that made your heart skip a beat—those were all signs. But despite it all, you never acknowledged it.

Maybe it was fear. Fear of ruining the friendship, of making things awkward. Or maybe it was fear of rejection. After all, he was Noel Gallagher—famous, talented, and way out of your league. How could someone like him possibly want someone like you?

So, instead of confessing your feelings, you kept them hidden away, pretending that everything was fine, even though it tore you up inside. You spent countless hours with Noel, laughing, talking about everything under the sun, and yet you both remained just friends, both pretending there was nothing more than that.

The problem was, you had become so close to him that the line between friendship and summat more had blurred. His presence became something you longed for. His voice, his laugh, his teasing glances—they all felt like an embrace. But every time he was too close, you would pull away, scared that your feelings would betray you and he'd see the truth.

It wasn’t that you didn’t notice how much he cared. You did. It was just... you couldn’t bring yourself to believe it was real.

It was a Saturday night, and you were at a pub in Manchester with Liam, Noel, and a couple of friends. You all sat around a table, the noise of the pub buzzing around you, the clink of glasses and laughter in the air.

Noel was sitting across from you, leaning back in his chair with that familiar smirk on his face. He had his arm draped casually over the back of his chair, his eyes flicking between you and Liam.

Liam, of course, could not resist teasing Noel about some new song he’d written. "I don’t care what you say, it sounds like a bloody nursery rhyme, Noel,” Liam teased, shaking his head in disbelief.

Noel rolled his eyes. "Shut up, Liam. You wouldn’t know good music if it bit you in the arse."

"Oi, you two!" you called out, trying to stop the bickering before it escalated. "Let’s just have a good night, yeah?"

Noel’s eyes flicked to you, and for a split second, you saw a softness in them that made your heart race. You quickly looked away, pretending to be interested in the drink in your hand.

But Noel wasn’t one to let things slide easily. He leaned forward, his eyes now focused on you with a mischievous glint. "What’s got you so shy, eh? You’ve been quiet tonight. You’ve got somethin’ to say, don’t you?"

Liam snorted, leaning back in his seat. "Yeah, she’s probably just tryin’ to avoid you, mate. You’ve been bloody insufferable all night."

You shot Liam a playful glare, trying to hide the flush creeping up your neck. "Not true," you muttered, glancing at Noel again. But the moment your eyes met, your stomach fluttered, and you quickly looked away.

Liam noticed the tension between you and Noel and raised an eyebrow. "Oi, I’m just sayin’… you two should just get on with it already. Everyone can bloody see it."

You froze, your breath catching in your throat. You felt like a deer in headlights, caught in a moment where everything that had been left unsaid suddenly felt unbearably loud.

Liam didn’t stop, of course. He grinned, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Come on, lovebirds. It’s obvious. Just kiss and get it over with." He winked at you, clearly enjoying how awkward he was making things.

You opened your mouth to protest, but before you could say anything, you felt a warm hand on your arm. You looked up to see Noel, his expression a mix of confusion and something else you couldn’t place.

"Ignore him," Noel muttered, softly rubbing your arm to put you at ease, his voice softer than usual. "Liam’s a prick, but he’s not wrong about everything."

Your heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?"

Liam, still grinning like the cheeky bastard he was, leaned in, muttering under his breath. "See? It’s obvious. You two are like a bloody soap opera."

You wanted to yell at him, but before you could say anything, Noel stood up fully, his eyes flicking to you one last time. "I’ll be outside for a smoke," he said quietly. "You coming?"

You stared after him, your heart racing. You could feel the weight of his words pressing on you, and for the first time, you couldn’t ignore it anymore. You did want this. But fear held you back.

As you were about to follow him out you noticed a women approach him through the pub's window. She was seemingly asking him for a light but you could see the big eyes she was making at him, and how her hand got way too close for way too long to his when passing him the lighter back.

You were still at your table, seemingly frozen, the frustration building inside you. You had seen that look before—the way Noel got all quiet and reserved when a girl came on a bit strong. But this time, it was different. It was summat about her laughter, her hand on his arm, the way she kept leaning in a little too close. It made something stir inside you, something you weren’t prepared to face.

Liam had been watching too, his eyes flicking between you and the pair of them. He nudged your shoulder, his voice low and teasing, but there was an underlying edge you couldn’t ignore.

"Oi, love," he started, smirking at you, "You seeing this? Little Noel’s got himself a proper fan club now, hasn’t he?"

You didn’t respond right away, your focus still fixed on Noel trying to kill the woman with your stare. Liam watched you carefully, a little amused. He knew summat was off, and he knew he needed to give you a slight push.

"You’re not gonna let some bird come between you two, are you?" Liam prodded, his voice almost serious for once. "You know he likes you, yeah? You’re just too bloody stubborn to admit it."

His words hit you like a brick to the chest.The signs were there, and you knew it. You knew it, but you hadn’t acknowledged it. Fear of rejection, fear of messing everything up — it kept you quiet, kept you still.

But now, seeing Noel there, looking slightly uncomfortable, the woman leaning in again, it was like something snapped inside you. You couldn’t wait anymore. You couldn’t stand the thought of him slipping away without knowing. You stood up abruptly, pushing past Liam only hearing him scream a loud "go get him tiger!". If it weren't for your current state you'd surely nudge him between his ribs for that one.

As you stepped outside, the cool air hit your skin, but it did nothing to calm the heat in your chest. You could still see them, Noel and the 'angin little rat, standing just a few feet away. But you didn’t care anymore. This was it.

Without thinking, you rushed up to them, pushing between Noel and the girl, your heart hammering as you stood there, chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. The girl looked at you, her eyes wide with surprise, but you barely noticed her as you locked eyes with Noel.

His face was a mix of confusion and something else — something soft and vulnerable that made your heart ache. You could feel the weight of your confession building, but you couldn’t find the words. Not yet.

You reached out, your hands trembling slightly, and cupped his face in your palms. Noel froze, his wide eyes watching you as you held him there, just inches away. For a moment, it was just the two of you, standing there in the quiet, the world seeming to pause.

"Noel," you breathed, your voice barely a whisper, full of all the things you couldn’t say. "I can’t... I can’t let you walk away without telling you. I’m sorry. I... I should’ve said this a long time ago, but I—"

Before you could finish, you kissed him.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t hesitant. It was urgent, desperate, like you needed him to know right now that this was real, that this wasn’t just some fleeting feeling. Your lips pressed against his with all the emotion you’d been holding back, all the years of uncertainty, of watching him from the sidelines. Your hands gripped his face, pulling him closer, as if afraid he might slip away if you didn’t.

Noel didn’t pull away. At first, he seemed too stunned to respond, but then his hands moved, gently at first, to your sides, pulling you closer. And that was when you felt it — the warmth, the relief, the intensity of everything you had ever wanted. His lips softened against yours, his breath quickening as the kiss deepened. The sound of your heartbeat was the only thing you could hear, thudding in your chest, matching the frantic pace of your emotions.

Eventually, you pulled away, your breaths uneven, your face flushed with a mix of nerves and adrenaline. You looked at him, your hands still holding his face, your thumbs brushing against his skin.

"I... I’m sorry," you whispered, feeling tears start to well in your eyes. "I didn’t mean to... to wait so long. I was scared, alright? I was scared you didn’t feel the same way, and I didn’t want to mess this up, but I... I can’t stand it anymore. I don’t want to live in a world where we’re not together."

Noel was still looking at you, his eyes wide, his breath still heavy. His face was flushed, and you could tell he was processing everything. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. He just stared at you, as if unsure if this was real.

He looked so shy now, the confident, laid-back Noel that you knew seemed to have disappeared, replaced by a man who was a little bit out of his depth. His lips parted and closed a few times, and you saw him take a breath, but he couldn’t seem to find the words.

You two didn't even notice the girl awkwardly fleeting the scene, too caught up in the moment.

Noel blinked a few times, as if waking from a dream, before his lips curled into a shy smile. His voice was low, a little shaky, as he said, "I... I didn’t think you felt that way. I didn’t think you’d..."

Before he could finish, you kissed him again, a softer kiss this time, but full of the same emotion, the same feeling of relief, of finally letting go.

When you pulled away, Noel was smiling at you, still blushing, but now his smile was full of warmth, of affection. And as he gently cupped your face in his hands, his thumb brushing away a stray tear, he teased, "Well, yer bloody mad, aren’t you?"

You laughed, wiping at your eyes, feeling a little silly but completely content. "Yeah, I know," you said, shaking your head. "If I’d known all it took was you getting jealous, I would’ve staged summat like that a long time ago." said Noel as he chuckled softly, his confidence returning, as he pulled you into a hug. His lips brushed the top of your head, and he whispered, "You’re my mad little idiot, you know that?"

And for the first time in a long time, everything felt right.

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Another day, another request dragged out the drafts like me the morning after a bender. Hope it’s summat close to what you had in mind love !

And keep ‘em coming, yeah? Me inbox is always open xx

[leapingbadger]

Are You Sure That's a Good Idea?

Beautiful gift banner by @lonewolflupe for @galactic-gift-gathering

This is for @noblelightfighter!

Happy Holidays! I hope you like it!

This is my first time doing one of these events so hopefully I'm doing it right.

Prompt: Are You Sure That's a Good Idea?

“Huntah?” Omega asked as she finished her last bite, pushing her plate away.

“Hmm,” he replied, his mouth full of Wrecker’s delicious cooking.

“I was talking to Phee today. She’s going after a new artifact. Asked me to come along and help with the data encryption…I was wondering if…maybe I could…go?” She twisted her napkin in her hands.

Hunter looked up from his plate. Omega’s large brown eyes looked up at his, expectantly, her blond hair falling in her face. He couldn’t help but still see the little girl they had taken off Kamino in those eyes, that face.

His eyes danced as he thought of every possible outcome of a mission with Phee, strategic outcomes and potential problems. But his eyes came back to their little girl, sitting across from him. Not so little anymore.

“Sure, Kid. That’s fine. Just take you bow and make sure you have your comm on at all times.”

“Thank you, Huntah,” she said, scraping back her chair, rounding the table and throwing her arms around his neck. He laughed at her enthusiasm.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Crosshair hissed as Omega danced off to her room.

“What?” Hunter asked, absorbed in cleaning up the plates littering the table.

“Omega treasure hunting with Phee…”

“She’s done it before.” Wrecker interjected with a shrug, shoveling a final, enormous bite into his mouth.

“Not alone,” Crosshair said, his eyes drifting to where Omega had disappeared.

“She’s seventeen, Crosshair. We can’t keep her at home forever.” Hunter said, amused at his brother’s overprotectiveness. He’d often been accused of it over the years. It was nice to see it in someone else.

Crosshair’s lips fell into a thin line as he scowled at his brother. “You can’t seriously be okay with this.”

“I trust Phee, Crosshair. And I trust Omega. She is more than capable of taking care of herself.”

“I trust her too,” Crosshair said, glumly. “I just don’t trust…” He seemed to be searching around for the right words but failing, “the galaxy,” he said lamely.

Hunter clapped him on the shoulder affectionately, “You know this is gunna get worse, right? What happens when she brings home a partner?” he asked with a grin.

“Don’t even joke about that,” Crosshair snapped.

Hunter laughed out loud this time. “She’ll be fine, Crosshair. She’s got this.”

[neofelis----nebulosa]

Apparently the Kung Fu Panda 4 synopsis dropped when I wasn’t looking?

[swordmaid]

i am wide awake thinking about that post canon jb au again when I should be sleeping …!!! such is the nature of the jbrainrot…

[krotiation]

y'all ever think about how rhys, despite being the atlas ceo, is forever marked by hyperion by his helios and elpis tattoos? cause i sure do

[alohaasaloevera]

ok maybe klance is boring cause it’s everywhere and maybe they don’t share too many scenes together so but I don’t really give a shit! look at them! they’re so…klance. i say there’s another few months give or take before my interest in them finally burns out and it stays dormant for like two years before I pick it up again and i go feral over the two because they’re KLANCE

[statementlou]

hello :) could you maybe explain a little bit how dan wootton blackmailed louis?

ugh sorry for taking a while to get to this. The problem is I feel like the only two ways to answer this are by spending a week and a half of full time labor sifting through old posts and evidence to get every detail right and lay out an airtight case, or to halfass something very serious, and so I felt a little stuck. So since I can't seem to find a good halfway point, apologies but here is the half assed version, if you want to get into it more I invite you to do your own deep dive or talk to other people, but here's how I remember things. Louis has almost never on video explicitly said things about Larry not being real and/or anything negative about fans and their theories (mostly the opposite), up until the last couple years when he obviously decided to make a major change he didn't talk about Freddie much at all let alone saying he was his kid, honestly not that much about Eleanor even; except for in two major interviews with Dan Wootton, each of which lined up with a serious traumatic Tomlinson family event that they managed to keep out of the tabloids until the very end (Jay's illness and Fizzy's struggles with substance abuse). After the fact of those events a lot of small things that didn't make sense at the time came together to look very much like Louis traded those interviews (and those answers) for having his family's private matters kept private. Story trading of this kind is a publicly known real thing that happens, and there were various clues that suggested he was being leaned on about those stories to lend legitimacy to the idea that it was something that happened in these cases. Given what we know about Dan Wootton and how he operates even before the recent flood of information and even more now, I think it's more than likely that he has been holding the threat of outing Louis (as he has done to many other public figures) over his head for over a decade, and has used his family's tragic struggles to get Louis to dance like a fucking puppet for him and I will REJOICE at his downfall when it comes whether it is now or 20 years from now... because someday it will, he has made too many enemies to stay above it forever

[tenwhiteandalusians]

so no one was going to tell me if i got literally one episode further tenax drops that he’s the one who saved scorpus from his mom’s pimp AND that he’s intimately familiar with scorpus’ dick when he was younger. guys. guys.

[longagoitwastuesday]

I keep thinking that this Gojo is just like Sukuna. I truly don't see much of a difference between them beyond the human/curse point of view