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rei-ismyname · 3 months ago

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X-Men: The End - Review

Book 1: Dreamers and Demons

In one of Chris Claremont's many ill-advised returns to the X-books, he set about writing a hypothetical and non-canon end to the series. Set about 15 years in the future, the story travels to every corner of the X universe - if briefly - so if nothing else everyone gets an answer for where their favourite character ends.

Greg Land did the cover. I hate Greg Land.

I praise it mostly on a conceptual level. Pretty much every long running corner of the MU received a 'The End' mini, but Claremont split it up into 3 separate miniseries. Captain America and Iron Man both got 5 issues, KISS (yes, the band) got 3, the X-Men got 18. As someone who always wanted characters to die, grow and retire but was often foiled or undone by fiat - I respect that he'd want to do it properly. However, more is not always better. It's fun, cringe, and nonsensical at times. A LOT of people die unceremoniously. Don't take it too seriously.

The first few pages sets up that that 15 years have seriously passed. People are dead and retired, some have kids that look exactly like them, the never aging kids grew up. The Shi'Ar are killing X-Men, like a lot of them, except they're doing it in disguise. Jean Grey has returned as the Phoenix and is hanging out with (kidnapped him while he was doing Letterman lol) Nightcrawler, Carol Danvers' hologram, and Aliyah - the child of Bishop and Deathbird.

Here she is going for an expository jog down memory lane.

We spend a little time getting to know her, as she's the closest thing to a viewpoint character. She's inexperienced and way out of her depth, but her heroic instincts are sharp. Interestingly she 'doesn't really care about the Shi'Ar.' Aliyah lives on the Starjammer with a pretty impressive holodeck, she's never met her dad, her mum is holding the Shi'Ar empire together and her best mate is holo Danvers. Lilandra is apparently 'mad.'

Immediately Kree slavers approach Chandilar and Claremont begins clearing the board. Madrox and Siryn die for real, Nocturne is a hound and Aliyah manages to knock her out and take her to the ship. Phoenix comes out of nowhere and begins wrecking shit and the Kree do the same.

Also, WarSkrulls.

If it sounds like confusing nonsense, that's because it is. The first third of the miniseries is about establishing Aliyah and checking in on various X-Men before killing most of them. Seriously, it's easier for me to list who lives rather than who dies. It's confusing but I think it works as front loading the deaths so books 2 and 3 have a more manageable cast of characters. If you plan to stick the landing, it's going to be easier to trim the decades of bloat/worldbuilding the X-books have received.

We get a brief overview of Earth stuff before they start to die, though everyone in these panels lives (mostly hehe). Kitty Pryde is running for president with Rachel as her campaign manager! Storm and Logan live together and he's her full time caretaker. Emma and Scott have two kids. Cable hunts terrorists apparently.

Here's the Summerses. A lot of people wear speed dealer sunnies in the future, with Cyclops even saying SPEED right there. Coincidence? Also their children are boring.

You'll note the daughter may as well be a clone of Emma (she isn't but you know what I mean.) The baby is called Alex after long dead Havok, definitely tempting fate there. I'd sooner call my child Omega Red, but I'm not a parent. Chuck pokes his big bald head in and Emma tells him to beat it. Scott checks in with folks all over the globe, many of whom die. He is concerned of course.

Told you. Rogue and Gambit live and they definitely saw The Matrix. This isn't plot relevant - this is just how they roll apparently.

Hank and Cecilia McCoy live and they do *something* in Africa. Doctor stuff I think? This book moves so damn quickly. They live but everyone around them dies. Hank is right about the mutant problem. The named X-Men body count is at 18 by book 3.

Hey Yukio! Come to homoerotically kill Ororo, huh? DW, she wins despite full paralysis. Don't fuck with Storm. At this point we find out ALL these assassins are WarSkrulls sent by the Shi'Ar. Storm's powers have wrecked her body btw to the point Logan feeds her and she kinda wants to die. 😭

Madeline Pryor, Stryfe, and some weirdo I don't know come for the X-Mansion. Dust dusts Maddie Pryor. That dude getting punched by Not!Stryfe is the son of Colossus and Polaris. Yeah he looks exactly like Colossus. Nice to get confirmation of Polaris' awful taste in men. She does have a dope butch short hair look that slaps, so it's not all bad choices and emotionally stunted communists.

Nearly everyone else not pictured is dead as a doornail, ash and bone at best. Claremont was pretty damn thorough - 90% of the X-Men and their allies dead. Apocalypse bit the dust too, in a pretty embarrassing way. Of course Sinister lives because he's working with the Shi'Ar but has his own agenda, as usual. They're starting to realise that the Shi'Ar sent the WarSkrulls, but the preemptive strikes were super effective. Book 1 ends on the Starjammer with the passengers realising Cassandra Nova has been Lilandra all this time.

I'm sorry, CHUCKY sends me. No cap. I could write an essay on this panel and invite speculation.

The last page has the Xavier Institute's singularity power core exploding after that lot end up also being WarSkrulls sent by the Shi'Ar - looks like having the school be built mostly from Shi'Ar tech backfired. The school is definitely gone - along with at least the state of New York but I suspect much more - then a smash cut to this masterpiece. Callisto with fucking tentacles for arms saying 'Chucky?' as Chuck is overwhelmed by grief. I'm assuming they're in a polycule with Mags over here, but it must gall him to be the third most dramatic person in a scene. It's just too much to respond without some kind of levity, but if it wasn't clear by now - the stage is being cleared ruthlessly. Northstar was at the school, so maybe some people survived but Claremont is not half arsing it. This is definitely a whole arse situation, maybe even more.

DUN DUN DUN 🫠

Wait what? Chuck's evil twin, the Mummudrai? Hectic! So we know we've just seen Cassandra Nova send many WarSkrull strike teams after X-Men in the form of people that will hurt them psychologically and it was very successful. Hmm... it's 15 years in the future - does that mean she's been leading Bird Gang this whole time? No Xandra in this timeline but the X-Men interact with the Shi'Ar a lot. That's some wild patience for Cassandra Nova, and the notion that she's been preparing all this time is terrifying. My God, all the X-Men are going to die aren't they? Maybe, though I can't stop thinking about how Lilandra Nova would have handled a booty call from Chucky. Ughh gross.

I think it's worth saying that the high amount of action is a YMMV sitch - I personally can do without no punching at all in a book, and get frustrated when a mandated and arbitrary fight happens just because that's what cape comics do. Just because action has to be special to wow me doesn't mean I don't recognise its value, mainly I believe we can demand more from our comics - as an evolved art form instead of the pulp it began as. What I said earlier about front loading the death applies to the action too. I suspect your enjoyment of this book will come down to your feelings on action or ability to appreciate it ironically/unseriously.

I'll leave part one there, though I want to point out that Sunspot is whitewashed so badly he looks like Shawn Mullins. At least he dies - I love Bobby Da Costa but I'd prefer no Sunspot to dorky white guy Sunspot. Stay tuned for part 2 and thank fuck that's over. Spinning a coherent narrative from a book without one is a challenge, especially with only 10 pictures to work with. I considered counting and listing all the deaths, but I got to 30 and realised I wasn't enjoying it and doubted anyone else would. I'm not a wiki, and hopefully I've done my job while leaving some meat on the bones for folks who still want to read it. Don't worry, Kitty's presidential run is still live and it's implied she won the primaries. Independent? As if. Definitely a democrat, because the X-Men are mostly centrist bitches. Still, I hope she wins and First Lady Rachel and her achieve something.

I haven't been doing much long form lately so I welcome any feedback you might have. 💜💜❤️

#x comics #x men #the end #marvel #comics #magneto #charles xavier #kitty pryde #cyclops #whitewashing #emma frost #cable #storm #wolverine

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minervakarsh · 3 months ago

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So I remembered the existence of the “describe it in exactly 9 words” challenge. And I decided: why not do this challenge with EVERY Ace Attorney case? Warning - may be a little cringe. Also no TGAA

1-1: Friends help friends even if said friends are stupid

1-2: You lost your boss but you gained your assistant

1-3: About kids and adults but most importantly about fans

1-4: Save him - from his mentor, his past and himself

1-5: Fighting corruption with science, sisterly love and wriggling plywood!

2-1: A lawyer with no memories is still a lawyer

2-2: Secluded villages produce spirits, murders and deeply traumatized girls

2-3: No one is the villain. Except apparently borderline pedophilia

2-4: Poor Phoenix, you will doubt everyone… except your friends

3-1: He who gets weird clients once himself was one

3-2: A tale of Cinnamon Roll and his foe Spamton

3-3: A shark can be a tiger… a loan shark

3-4: No one wins, except the devil who was arrested

3-5: Of the mountains and the clan and the coffee

4-1: Ace Attorney but Ace stands for the bloody ace

4-2: Full of noodles, doctors, gangsters and thieves of panties!

4-3: A particularly messy concert of Klavier Gavin, now colorized

4-4: Let me take you back to seven years ago

5-1: Finally, at last! The victim actually wrote the message!

5-2: The prosecutor looks more demonic than the actual demon

5-3: My Little Lawyer: Friendship is Magic. Also school! Yay!

5-4: Yeah, I understand Apollo. I would go postal too.

5-5: When you chase phantoms, look who has your back…

5-6: Fish, orcas, penguins, pirates, shanties - and a happy end!

6-1: What to do abroad? Risk your life in court!

6-2: Magic? Troupe Gramarye?? TRUCY AS A DEFENDANT?! HELL YES!!

6-3: Ah, Khura’in. Crispy mountain air, magatamas, prayers, rebels, murders…

6-4: Lots of food, sake and rakugo performances! And Uendo!!

6-5: First a theft… then murders, revolutions, family drama. Classic.

6-6: All friends here! And the case is about love!

I1-1: A dead body? Nah, the folders are more important

I1-2: Edgeworth and his worst nightmare: being surrounded by women

I1-3: Badger madness versus Yatagarasu coolness! Also, Lance is there.

I1-4: Little Franzy! Little Kay! Slightly littler Edgy! CALISTO YEW??

I1-5: At least Manfred was cool. This guy is INSUFFERABLE.

I2-1: Bodyguard? Fake. President? Fake. Tabby? Lloyd. Love this case!

I2-2: A new defense attorney, prosecutor and judge. Full collection.

I2-3: Aw, guys, look! His son is practically him copypasted!

I2-4: Something is wrong. Deeply wrong. Because Excel Document exists!!!!

I2-5: Remember that one little guy? Well, remember him again.

…my reason for making this is unknown to anyone, and especially myself. Enjoy!

#ace attorney #ace attorney spoilers #phoenix wright ace attorney #justice for all #trials and tribulations #apollo justice ace attorney #dual destinies #spirit of justice #ace attorney investigations #ace attorney textposts

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cleolinda · 9 months ago

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Weekend links, March 24, 2024

My posts

Good news: We haven’t had a third Trespasser Incident. Bad news: There was a fuckin’ coyote staring my dog down from the driveway across the street last night. I won’t lie to you, there have been aggressive coyotes spotted in people’s yards around here, but not in my neighborhood before this, and also, I live in THE SUBURBS.

Worse news: I had a migraine so bad that I was hungover for two days. In fact, I’m having a hard time thinking straight even now. Apparently a ton of people had migraines around the middle of last week? I have no idea.

Meanwhile, I will be in the dentist’s chair for a few hours tomorrow. For half of that I’ll be staring at the ceiling waiting for the dentist to come back from some mysterious task, except that I won’t because I’ll be glued to the Hot Vintage Lady Polls: Round 2, starting tomorrow (3/25). Currently going: The Shadow Bracket, to see which fortunate souls get to escape. (I have filed this under “My posts,” but these are not my posts at all; they’re simply the reblogs I’m going to inflict on you, every single one.)

The point of my addition here is that there’s a wider culture war in the U.S., it’s all connected, and the KOSA bill is merely the online expression of that.

Reblogs of interest

A much quieter week since I wasn’t reblogging polls around the clock and also, I had a migraine:

New Hozier songs! And the one that’s charting is--light and fun and catchy, to the amazement of all. I mean, in context it’s still about going to hell, but you wouldn’t know that if someone didn’t tell you, and damnation just adds a little spice.

This post is nominally a link to “I’ve found the key to making everyone mad in Sea of Thieves,” but please read the second article, “Everyone hates my big stupid horse in Red Dead Online,” as well. You will regret nothing.

This is a good post about the difference between couture and haute couture, but honestly, I reblogged it for the last line.

I would say “tag yourself,” but everyone would choose Lady Page Turner

The imaginary Barbie Dream Sandworm smells like cinnamon. I can’t.

“Is Fox Mulder the most comically-brutalized protagonist in television history?”

I can tell you that this is a pressed flower collage of a comet moth and you will not believe me

Also unbelievable: art made in Microsoft Office applications

Honestly I hope we just keep talking about fairies and walruses forever

Video

One fear: Chocolate Guy

More sounds from the pallas cat

I played this bird singing a cookie song like 15 times in a row while I was stressed, and it helped.

The sacred texts

None this week.

Personal tag of the week

I’m not sure how I had two entire posts celebrating “cringe”/freedom of expression, but here we are.

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6feathered6siren6 · 1 month ago

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The Devil’s clairvoyant(Part two/?) Ronin x Reader(able to see ghost)

Trigger warnings

Death/ghost

Not my best work/cringe

Immediately, you felt a bad headache, did you fall asleep working again.. You really should start going to bed on time. As you finally grasp your surroundings, you find yourself in that same alleyway. But you’re still alive, you touched your head to find it was bleeding from where he wacked his crowbar at you.

“Oh, good. Thought you died honestly.” You see Ethan again. He seems to be sitting where his body used to lay. You stood up, and patted yourself down. You still have everything, good, he wasn’t a mugger. You looked at the bloody alleyway and saw that most of the ghosts were gone. “Some of the ghosts in this alleyway left. Some have families and some just want to walk around. Well, except the ones that were angry at the emo boy. Those people followed him. Apparently, his name is Ronin.”

“Ronin?” You looked at the ghost. He pointed at the bloody body, it was marked with a number.

“He did that to make sure you called him. Old body though. She deserved it, though. Gold digger and a whore.” You looked at him with a raised eyebrow before sighing, you put the number in your phone. Looking back at Ethan. A plan was formed. You might have some dead people to contact.

+†+ +†+ +†+ +†+

“Ronin Beaufort.” You were back at your house. You bandaged your head and back at your home office. You tapped on your desk, a few ghosts in the room stared at you. Most of the ghosts in the room were people that you trusted when you wanted to get something done.

Ethan was leaning on your wall as you looked at the number in your phone. A middle aged man spoke up, “Y/n. You can not be thinking of interacting with this man. If he didn’t kill you, he might have a plan, or kill you later on.”

“He’s foul, he plays tricks with his victims if he’s bored.” Another ghost piped up.

“Everyone out. I can’t think if you are all talking to me.” You know they have good intentions but it’s getting annoying since you called them all there. “Ethan, go with them. I know you now know how you died, and I don’t know your true intentions right now but please.”

He looked a bit saddened but he left with the rest of them.

You have been trying to plan and think of a plan to know him better, know his plans, his motive. But with a headache you have and the ghosts that are now in your living room, you wanted a break. What game was he playing with you?

Looking at your phone again with his number ready to call or text. You first thought to call him, but deciding against it, you texted him instead. You watched the text cursor blink for a while, how are you supposed to text the man who knocked you out, or even know your curse?! But finally you typed.

‘Is this the man who knocked me out?’ You pressed send before you could delete it. You looked at it in panic. Before you see he texted back.

‘Well, well’ | ‘wondered When you were Gonna text’

He was waiting? Weird.

‘Hows ghost Hunting?’

Looking at these texts, you bit your lip. This was the man who knocked you out and left you in that foul alleyway. What was his end goal?

‘I don’t ghost hunt’ | “I just talk to them.’ | ‘Now why did you knock me out?’

You watch as the dots jump as you wait for him to reply.

‘Didn’t need You Arrested just Yet’ | ‘But I always wondered. Mx. ghost hunter, do they know how they died?’

He’s just asking that? Wanting to know things about this? He… isn’t creeped out? How?

‘Thought you wouldn’t believe in that. I mean, most people don’t like hearing shit like that.’ | ‘Or is it so you know how the people feel about them being killed by you?’

‘Eh, don’t care.’ | ‘Answer the question Clairvoyant.’

‘Depends, now answer my question. Why didn’t you kill me? I know you are a murder.’

‘Why not? A person Who can See Ghosts? That’s Fucking rare.’

You didn’t know how to respond, he seemed harsh but curious about it. Almost everyone didn’t like your ability. Your family, friends, or even online people. Sure, you had those weirdos from the internet who are a little stir crazy but.. He didn’t, he wanted to know more. But he was a killer, he killed the people you could see. You were conflicted. As you start more at the blue screen the more your head hurts again. So at best to call it a night. As you got dressed up, told the ghosts in your home good night, and laid in bed, the butcher himself sent a last message.

‘Let’s call tomorrow. Got a game to play with you’

I honestly feel like I messed up writing Ronin, and I also got side tracked so often so I don't like this more. But whatever, the more I practice the more I get better ig. I might do a writing study.

Part 1

#killer chat #fanfic #gender neutral reader #killer chat ronin #killerchat #x reader #ronin killer chat #ronin beaufort #canon x reader

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berrypass-de-murdler · 3 months ago

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2 - 10 Grand Entrance, Grand Exit

Holy crap ten episodes in already it hasn't felt like that long...

I'm in a rush today cuz I gotta be somewhere :'D LAZY INTRO

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

Logico stands uncomfortably in a tight crowd. Viscount Eminence, Silverton the Legend, and Assistant Applegreen are there all of a sudden, apparently more guests to Lady Violet’s ‘party’.

APPLEGREEN: HEY! Don’t you remember? I’m not ‘assistant’ Applegreen anymore! I’m AGENT APPLEGREEN! I work for Hollywood now! LOGICO: Thank you… for that necessary recap. APPLEGREEN: 😊

President White and Sable SHOULD be there, but I guess they aren’t. The doors rattle. The friends stare expectantly! Out comes Lady Violet.

VIOLET: The holiday party… has officially… BEGUN!!

Some confetti cannons go off and an ensemble plays a fanfare. Everyone cheers (except Logico, because he doesn’t really know what he’s supposed to be cheering for). And they all step inside.

EMINENCE: [amazed mini-vampire noises!] SILVERTON: I appreciate the gold trim… APPLEGREEN: I want to BUY IT ALL!! VIOLET: I am so happy to have you all in the Violet Manor with me on this occasion. First, you will move into your bedrooms.

She walks up a golden staircase and gestures towards many, many doors. There’s a dead person in front of one of them! Violet screams in rage.

VIOLET: HOW DID ONE OF YOU KILL SOMEBODY BEFORE I EVEN LET YOU INTO THE BUILDING?!

Logico tries to calm her down.

VIOLET: I’m fine… everything is fine… LOGICO: Well. I wouldn’t say everything- VIOLET: IS THAT HELPFUL?? LOGICO: No…

Murder time. Silverton spies something out the window and rushes (as fast as a slug could possibly ‘rush’) outside. Suspicious! Logico follows him at an equally pathetic speed. But it seems he’s only distracted by a rabbit topiary.

SILVERTON: Hello bunny. [pet pat pot] That’s a fantastic bunny… I wish I had my very own bunny…

He tragically hugs the bush. Logico cringes. This is hard to watch! He goes back inside. A bag of pure money awaits him!

LOGICO: Okay, who brought this much shopping money? EMINENCE: Not I! I would never stoop so low as to carry my own cash! I only want your blood!

A compelling argument indeed. Violet screams suddenly!

LOGICO: WHAT? WHAT HAPPENED?? VIOLET: That thing got into my house!!

She points aggressively to a pigeon with a note in its beak. Politely, the bird hops to Logico and drops the paper to him.

“Don’t ask how I know, but Silverton the Legend brought a back of cash. ;)”

LOGICO: How cute.

The bird returns home to Irratino, escaping Violet’s crushing grasp. Logico looks at the body one more time, and realizes the blood has been drained from the individual.

LOGICO: I probably should have checked that first. EMINENCE: Yes, I did it. He was an agent of the Revolution, and therefore, he had to go, just as the Red Revolution must go! But Old Drakonia shall remain. The aristocracy shall remain! And we of the vampiric race shall have our rights restored! Keep your faith and hold out, and remember, as St. Lupine said, God Fights for Us! LOGICO: Who is St. Lupine? I feel like I’m seeing the name a lot.

Eminence dives out the window and flies far away to a gothic castle in the distance. Who could have thought he lived in a place like this!

Applegreen tries to sneak out with the bag of money.

LOGICO: No no you don’t! APPLEGREEN: BUT I NEED IT MORE!

That’s probably true, but regardless, like a good person, Logico throws the cash back to Silverton. It hits him on the head and he falls into the rabbit bush, leaving a giant hole in it.

SILVERTON: NO! BUNNYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY-

The end!

I am still obligated to give you them again, their ship name is cheesmallow

Ily baiii

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

#murdle #cartoonmurdleverse

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lettingtimepass · 8 months ago

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In honor of 6 years of Infinity War and 5 years of Endgame, it's time....

It's FINALLY time for my back-to-back rewatch. I did some digging and I haven't watched Infinity War since May 2021, and I haven't watched Endgame since DECEMBER 2019. WHAT THE HELL???

So, yeah watch this space!!

Infinity War Rewatch

Gawd, I don't know if the beginning it going to hurt more or less knowing what happens to Loki....

They did Heimdall so dirty idc

MY BABYGIRL 😭😭😭 (OG Loki)

Loki saying "We have a hulk" means so much to meeee 😭

"IF I MIGHT INTERJECT" BITCH YOU MIGHT HAVE LIVED!!!

The fact that Thor's last words to Loki were "You really are the worst, Brother" probably haunted Thor for so long, and that HURTS.

I will say one of the best things to come out of the Loki series is that all the theories we had about Loki faking his death and actually being alive were actually validated! Yes, Sacred Timeline Loki died, but there was a version that tricked Thanos and lived.

Tony said "no more surprises" to Pepper and then he was in space for weeks/months (can't remember exactly) and came back nearly dead - You get why he fucked off for 5 years.

THE STANNER HUG, PEOPLE DIED.

Tony and Cap "we're not on speaking terms" but he apparently carried the flip phone everywhere for two years? 🥲

STAN LEE 😭😭 We miss you sir.

I wonder if Chris Pratt's downfall actually started with Peter Quill screwing up everything in this movie 😭🤣

I will say, I really enjoy that at least the beginning of IW has a lot of comic relief. I feel like Endgame was more serious overall.

Man I can't remember, how did any of the Asgardians survive Thanos' attack?

BEARDED CAP - THE SEXIEST A MAN HAS EVER LOOKED!!

NATASHA ROMANOFF I LOVE YOU!

"There's an Ant-Man and a Spider-Man?" I love you Bruce.

The couple parallels? Stange+Stark and Thor+Quill with battling egos, Quill+Gamora and Wanda+Vision both trying to self-sacrifice with the other not wanting to give them up.

Chris H truly gave such a great performance as heartbroken Thor 🥺

"Does it have a name?" "Stormbreaker." "It's a bit much."

"Kick names, take ass."

The gasp when Red Skull came back!!

Cap says we're going "home" but Sam implies that they haven't been to Wakanda. For Cap, "home" meant Bucky 🥺

"SEMI-STABLE 100 YEAR OLD MAN" Buckkyyy

There's definitely something sweet about Bruce being in the Hulk Buster!

"It'll kill you." "Only if I die!" "Yes, that's what... killing you means...." NEVER NOT FUNNY

I mean, Strombreaker being made out of fucking Groot is pretty badass.

THOR'S ENTRANCE!!! BITCH HE LIVED!!!!

"She's not alone." I don't care if it's cringe, I love a girl power moment!! It shows how far we've come!! There no longer just has to be one girl superhero!!

Thor my golden boy, you were so close 😭😭😭

HERE IT COMES...... I'll never forget the gasps in the theater when everyone started dusting....

And now after watching GOTG3 it's so much worse that Groot goes in front of Rocket 😭

Tony and Nebula being the last survivors was inspired.

Me: What was the post credit scene again? Ohhhh yeahhhh, the Captain Marvel teaser! Of course.

And thats Infinity War! I'll be back tomorrow for Endgame! 🖤🖤

Endgame Rewatch

CLINT I MISSED YOU!!!

Lila could have been the next Hawkeye if she hadn't been dusted 🥲

Tony and Nebula 😭😭😭

Tony working with Nebula to save them mirroring Tony building Iron Man in the cave to save himself 😭

Steve Rodgers: From "language" to "son of a bitch" MY BOY HAS GROWN

GAY JOE RUSSO!!

Don't get me started on bringing back Peggy DON'T GET ME STARTED 😤

And DON'T get me started on the symbolism of Nat's hair!! In each movie, she has perfectly intentional hair. Except now that they've lost their mission, he lets her hair grow out. She can't let go of the blonde. The blonde that reminds her what they're fighting for. Of her failure, but also for the last time she saw everyone. The last time things were normal.

The rat being the savior of the universe!

Dad Tony 😭 I'm kinda surprised Morgan hasn't made another appearance yet. Maybe when she's a bit older...

Time Heist!!!

Remember when I was afraid that them traveling in time would mess up the timeline and make it so Morgan wasn't born? God that would've been rough.

I love that now the kids love Hulk though 🥹 "Dab!" He deserves this!!

Man, Pepper and Tony really love each other so much 🥺 Peper knew Tony might not make it back. But she also knew Tony wouldn't be able to live with himself if he didn't try.

Oh no, how did I forget about Bruce and Rocket going to get Thor? 😭

The Russos were so sick for making Thor's trauma a joke. However I kinda understand why they did it because otherwise it would have been WAY too dark.

The amount of regret Clint must have felt after Nat died and he realized he could have spent the last five years with her and chose not to.

Scott being the only one invested in Thor's story 😭

The elevator scene!!! "Hail Hydra" everyone was GAGGED!!!

There goes my baby girl to meet the love of his life 🥹 (Loki stealing the cube)

Thor's smile when he gets Mjnolnir 🥹 "I'm still worthy." Yes you are ❤️

"Make love, not war!" ✌️

Ugh, the double Nebula thing is really annoying. I guess they had to do it to get Thanos in the mix but ehhh.

THE OG BIG THREE!!! And Thor's transformation with Mjnolnir and Stormbreaker! So badass!

When Strange signals ☝️ to Tony, is he saying Carol was their one chance to win, or was he just telling Tony, this is it?

The fact that Peter basically became an Avenger and then lost Tony in one day 😭

The fact that Chadwick was sick when they were filming these movies kills me 😥

Happy taking care of Morgan 😭😭

I still love that they brought Harley back 🥹

Bucky knew Steve wasn't gonna come back. He knew he was gonna choose Peggy over him 💔

"No, I don't think I will" - I wonder if they knew this line would become a meme hahaha

So, did past Steve and Peggy have kids? This feels like it could be a potential plot point.

MY FAVORITE END CREDITS!! I still tear up every time 🥺 The Original 6 just mean so much to me 😭

Also I noticed for Tom Hiddleston's clip they chose Prince Loki in his golden horns, not villain Loki. That's a nice touch. 💚

And there ends an era. Are there things that annoyed me? Yes, but overall I still feel like it was a solid ending for Tony and Cap (and Natasha but we got the Black Widow movie after).

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onmyownside1 · 1 year ago

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I wrote the canon event.

2840 word count. Yeesh.

“Next time you feel wronged by someone take it up with them in private! The innocent bystanders had nothing to do with this!” Angel scolded the group of criminals as they were put into police cars. She had just helped stop a hostage situation. Apparently, the owner of a company had insulted some very important - and dangerous - clients of his, and they’d broken into the company to exact their revenge. Unfortunately, they decided that everyone in the building had also insulted them just by being there. Some people just do too much.

Angel sat down on top of one of the police cars at the scene, one leg dangling off the side, and started stretching. Despite usually having a lot of energy for this kind of thing, these past few weeks of school had taken a toll on her, physically and emotionally. While cross arm stretching, a cop, the same one that had mistook her for a man, came over and slapped his hand on the roof of the car next to her.

“Thanks a lot Spider-Woman!” He congratulated her, with a friendly grin on his face. “Just another day on the job am I right?” Angel smiled back politely, despite cringing internally. “Thank you!” She said. “Um, it’s Arachne, by the way.” A puzzled look crossed his face. “Arachne? What does that have to do with your theme?” “Y’know, Arachne..” she implored. “Lady in Greek mythology, got turned into a spider?” He frowned. “I don’t know anything about mythology, let alone Greeks. What is that anyway, a drink or something?”

“No, they’re a group of people!” She retorted, furrowing her brow. Maybe going to HQ was a mistake. Being the only knowledgeable one in a world full of naive people felt more like a curse than a blessing. “You know what-“ she said, rising up to stand on the cop car. She turned to face the crowd of people. “Hey!” She yelled. Only a few people turned to look. Her eyes narrowed, annoyed. Luckily, an unsuspecting officer was standing nearby with a megaphone. “Gimme that.” Angel grumbled, bending down and snatching it out of her hand. She turned it on and began her announcement. “Oi! Listen up!” She declared. Everyone in the area turned to look at her. “Thank you! Just to get this straight, my name is Arachne! Not Spider-Man, not Spider-Woman, Arachne!” There was confused muttering in the crowd. Clearly no one here was any more knowing than Assuming Cop #1. She sighed and recomposed herself. “Alright, say it with me now.” She commanded. “Ah-“

The crowd repeated, “Ah-“ “Rack-“ “Rack-“ “Ne” BANG! Angel screamed. Pain rocketed up and down her thigh. She staggered off balance and fell off of the car, landing shoulder first on the ground. The crowd went into a frenzy. The cops immediately went about trying to calm the crowd down and find the shooter. Angel felt tears running down her face. She cursed and tried to steady herself against the police car so she could asses the injury, but standing sent figurative electricity through the wound. She opted for crawling away to somewhere safe, because the shooter could still be around somewhere. She was halted by a figure towering over her. She looked up, relieved to see an officer.. Except the officer was holding a gun, pointed at her head.

She froze. She figured he didn’t have murderous intent. If he’d wanted her dead he could’ve killed when she was standing on the cop car. He’d had a clear target. She started racking her mind for ideas. She always had ideas! She went into a painful child’s pose in front of him, hands wrapped around his ankles, begging for mercy. His eyes narrowed at her. “Get up, put your hands behind your back, and come with me.” He demanded in a low, deep voice. She whimpered in an attempt to seem helpless. The man scowled and yelled at her. “NOW!”She tightened her grip on the man’s ankles, and yanked his feet out from underneath him. The cop fell flat on his back, and before he had time to recover, Angel kicked his gun away, tuned invisible, and ran. She tried desperately to ignore the pain in her leg. Every time her foot hit the ground a shock of pain coursed through her thigh. She went about as far as her legs and the injury would let her go. She had no idea if she was being pursued, and she didn’t turn to find out. All she knew was that guy the time she collapsed in an alley she could no longer see through her tears. Her body screamed at her to sit down, to curl up into a ball and preserve herself. She slumped against the wall of the alley and moaned in pain. She removed her mask and gasped for air. She pressed her hand against the gunshot wound in a desperate attempt to slow the bleeding. She panicked. She was certainly in no state to get somewhere she could be tended to. She definitely couldn’t go to the hospital; that was like begging to have to her identity revealed. And her parents…if they found out about this she’d be grounded for five years. Jordan and she couldn’t exactly see each other if she was stuck at home. She was alone.

No I’m not.” She gasped. She winced as she inspected the dimension-jumping watch she’d been given at HQ. It seemed to have survived the fall off of the police car. “Lyla,” she groaned. “Lil bit of help please?” Immediately, the portable golden assistant popped up in a hologram above the watch. “Hey there Angel! What’s going-“ she paused as she took in the scene before her. “-on…calling for backup.” “Thank you.” After a moment of silence, presumably to contact a team of people, Lyla addressed her again. “Alright, what happened here?” Lyla inquired in a calm voice. “I was- there-“ Angel paused to try and compose herself. “A cop. He shot me. I- I dunno why but-“ “Hey, calm down. I just need to get an idea of what’s going on so I can better tend to your needs. Let’s break this down, huh? Are you in any immediate danger?” Angel sniffled. “No.” “Are you being pursued?” “Sure hope not..” Angel’s voice broke. The pain seemed to have intensified in the past minute. Lyla continued. “Do you feel dizzy or lightheaded?” “Lil bit…” “Hm. Angel I’m gonna need you to try something okay?” “Huh, look at those goobers….what are they doing?” “Angel?” “Is that a frog? Oh my gosh I love frogs! Or is it a toad…” “Angel I really need you to focus right now-“ “Are you seriously asking me that? Oh it IS a toad! I love those guys too. Have you ever seen a sand toad?” “No I have not, please you are bleeding-“ “Is that what they’re called? I’m not sure. Round little guys. They’re brown and small and they look really grumpy.” “ANGEL!” Lyla cried, exasperated, moving in front of her face. “What could you possibly want from me right now?” She whined. “There’s a cloth over there by that unfinished mural. Maybe you can web it over and use it. You need to put pressure on the wound so you don’t lose too much blood and pass out.” “Wonderful…” Angel muttered. She raised her uninjured arm and webbed the piece of cloth towards her. She used the side that wasn’t paint stained and pressed it against the hole in her leg. A few seconds (or maybe minutes. She couldn’t tell) later, a glowing orange hexagon appeared in the entrance of the alleyway she was in. A team of four spiders with medical supplies came through the portal, two of which carrying a stretcher. One of which was her good friend Asa Ramirez. “Asa! Oh my gosh I haven’t seen you in forever!” Angel bubbled. “It’s good to see you too Angel.” He said. His smile quickly faded to a grimace. “I just wish it wasn’t like this.” “Oh this thing?” Angel waved her hand flippantly. “Pshhhhh, I’ve been in worse.” She tried to smile to make it more believable, but upon squinting even slightly, big fat tears ran down her face. “You have never been in anything like this!” Came a stern yet concerned voice from the portal. Her I-wish-you-were-my-mentor, Jessica Drew, stepped out, annoyed as ever. “How did you get shot!? I’d expect that from anyone else but you!” She chided. She walked over and sat next to her, placing a gentle hand on hers. “Are you okay? I mean as much as you can be?” Angel’s facade broke. “..nO.” She sobbed. Tears flooded down her face, blurring her vision yet again. Asa and the other Spider- Person tended to her leg as she cried. She wouldn’t even have known the final person to come through the portal if she didn’t recognize the accent. “Fuckin’ hell, what happened here?!” exclaimed the one and only Hobie Brown. “Hobie!” Angel cried, with as much enthusiasm as she could muster. “Anarchy, the fuck’s happened to you!?”

She made a noise that might’ve been a chuckle. “I had a run in with the coppers, as you lot might say.” She mumbled in an almost incoherent British accent. Everyone went quiet. Jess was the first to speak up. “The police did this to you?” “Yeah…don’t think he was tryna kill me but his intentions clearly weren’t good.” Angel asserted. “What were you doin, Anarch?” Hobie asked, his voice low and upset. “I was just telling them what my name was. I was standing on top of a police car with a megaphone guiding them through the pronunciation. I wasn’t aggressive at all.” said Angel. Hobie, Jess, and Asa seemed to simmer in this for a moment. Hobie stood up and swore, kicking over one of the paint buckets by the mural. Jess tried to calm him down. “It’s fuckin bollocks is what it is!” He yelled, throwing his arms up in the air. “She was just standing there, and some pig thought she was a threat!” Meanwhile, the two Spiders previously carrying the stretcher hefted her onto it, and together they walked through the portal to HQ.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time Skip/Bonus~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hmmmm?” Angel hummed as she heard the door to her room on campus being opened. In stepped a brigade of people. First came Pavitr, with a plate of kheer kadam and piping hot chai. He looked like he had just gotten out of school, still sporting the uniform. Next came Margo, with her digital curls in braids going down her back, seemingly trying to twin with Angel. Ansi came right behind Margo, dreads pulled up into a high pony and wearing a red hoodie. Diane rolled in the room next, apparently not afraid of having skates in such an enclosed space. Asa came after her with a blanket folded in her arms. Hobie ducked through the doorway next, and finally, Gwen Stacy, sweater, converse and all.

Angel smiled at them. “Awww, all of you here for lil old me?” she said blithely. “Yup!” Bubbled Pavitr. “My auntie made these. I hope you like them!” “Oh my gosh, it’s been so lonely by the go home machine!” Margo complained, hugging Angel as tight as she could. “There’s only so many times you can fire that thing without someone there to witness it with you! Seriously you’re like, emotional support. I can’t believe you got shot!” “I can..” Ansi muttered, hugging her as well. “I know you’ve never had a run in with the cops before hand, but I would stop hanging around if you don’t want that to happen again.” “I’m with Ansi on this one- hiiii!” Diane agreed, rolling over to give her a hug. “You already know how I feel about the feds. I won’t go on a tangent now cause you need to rest, but you will definitely be hearing from me later.”

Asa stepped up and laid the blanket over Angel “I third that” he said. “Homemade.” He added. In a possible attempt to escape the coming conversation, Angel’s brain took the moment to remember that the frog she had been talking about was called a rain frog. Hobie sat on the bed beside her and put his arm around her shoulder. “I don’t see why we have to wait till later to chat about ACAB.” He said. “Angel I’ve already told you ‘bout this stuff, and now you’ve witnessed it first hand. It’s a flawed system, it is. They’re not there to do anythin’ but oppress and enforce.” Angel frowned. “That can’t be entirely true.” She argued, grabbing his hand and playing with it while she spoke. “I mean, the whole reason I was there was because they were trying to stop some guys from killing a bunch of innocents.” “And who ended up doing more of the work, you or the cops?” Ansi countered. “You think a bunch of guys holding hostages would answer to people holding guns and threatening to lock them up? Personally I would take the hostages with me.” “Y’know in some states the police aren’t even required to protect you?” Diane reasoned. “All they’re there for is locking up anyone they deem a trouble maker. And when you arm a supremely biased man with weapons and legal support, it’s a recipe for disaster. Doesn’t that sound familiar Angel? What do you get when a person who harms you solely because they feel you deserve it has their actions backed by the system?” Angel directed her gaze towards the blanket and began to play with that instead. “A bully.” She muttered. It did sound familiar. Way too familiar. Desperate, she threw out her last defense. “But….Jordan’s dad is a cop. He’s not a bad man. He does everything he can to support her!” She said, looking up at the room. This time it was Gwen who spoke up. “Angel, I can tell you from experience, being a cop…” she sighed, taking a seat at the front of the bed, back to Angel. “It can change a person. Especially once they’re convinced what they’re doing is right. My…my own dad fired a warning shot at me, because he was so convinced I was a murderer. Even after I took off my mask, he still tried to arrest me. And sometimes I think-“ she turned to face her, with an empathetic look on her face. “Sometimes I think if he hadn’t been armed, if he didn’t have handcuffs on his belt, things might’ve been different. That maybe if he didn’t have the badge on he wouldn’t have done it……….so yeah.” She finished, turning back around. “Cops; definitely not good guys.”

Angel sighed, exasperated. “This is nuts.” She concluded, borrowing a hair tie to pull her hair up into pigtails. Sometimes she wished there was a bubble she could go to, to block out all the hideous noise of the world. Nowadays that bubble was with Jordan, but unfortunately she was multiverses away. “It’s a lot to take in.” Asa soothed. “Honestly when I got the alert that someone had been shot I was expecting to tend to Hobie.” “Nah, all of the coppers in my universe are feral.” Hobie reminded __. “You’dve been dealing with a bite mark or something like that.” Angel chuckled a bit at that, which quickly turned into near delirious laughter. Soon Margo and Diane were giggling along with her, and what with Diane’s laughter being so contagious, everyone in the room burst into a fit of laughter.

Suddenly the door opened, and in stepped a hulking figure. His blue and red suit stopped Angel’s laughter almost immediately. Upon hearing Angel stop, the giggling died down very quickly. (Save for Diane, who was struggling to stop, and Hobie, who both didn’t care and was the most affected by Diane’s contagious laughter). Miguel scanned the room from the doorway before addressing Angel. “Angel, you healing okay?” He asked. “Yes, uh, sir.” She stammered. (She was never quite sure how formal she was supposed to be with him). “Good.” He replied, then looked around to address the room. “I would like you all to give her some space in about 10 minutes. She needs to rest.” Hobie rolled his eyes. Diane crossed her arms. Margo also didn’t look very happy, clearly not wanting to go back to the traumatizing task of manning the “Go-Home Machine”. “Um, I don’t mind!” She objected, fiddling with her hands. “I like the company…..sir.” Miguel stood in the doorway for a moment before shrugging and turning to leave. “And you don’t have to call me that.” He added. His footsteps faded down the hallway. Angel released a breath. Then she turned to Pav and lost it. He’d been holding in a laugh through the entire encounter, and his cheeks were all puffed up and red. And when Angel lost it, Pavitr did too, and the whole room descended into laughter once again. End :)

TLDR; Angel was telling a crowd how to pronounce her name, when a cop shot her (for no apparent reason). She retreated to an alleyway where she called for help. Etc time skip ACAB stuff.

Edit: cause I forgot to do this yesterday. Spiders Mentioned!

Diane Pastors (@the-cat-and-the-birdie ‘s sona)

Ansiniya Taratella (Ansi) (@spidey-bie ‘s sona)

Asa Ramirez (@autisticarach ‘s sona)

#What? No of course I didn’t do this in a day #I edited on other days….#……#Angel Jameson #angel jameson #Ansiniya Taratella #Hobie Brown #Jessica Drew #Diane Pastors #Asa Ramirez #Writing #ahhhhhhhhh wow this took a while #Glad I did it though #miguel ohara

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wikiangela · 2 years ago

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okay, time to watch the last episode of Buffy

I'm excited and have high hopes tbh 😂 it's the finale, it's gotta be good haha

so, my immediate thoughts throughout the whole episode are under the cut:

(warning: long post)

I know it's a drama, I know that, but adding Angel-Buffy-Spike just at the very end is like ughhhh why

like, it is kinda funny how worked up Angel got over it (and Spike having a soul when Angel "started it" 😂) but come on, this is annoying lol

I like the ending of that convo tho

wait, so that was it for Angel here? aw, I thought he'd fight with them... oh well, I have a whole other season with him, so whatever haha

apparently there wasn't enough relationship drama this season so they're really packing it in here huh

actually, I know that Spike's gonna be in ats s5 so I'm really curious how this episode will turn out haha

I'm intrigued by this plan Buffy has ngl - opening the seal? wtf?

honestly, I think that the amount of inspiring speeches this season is more than all the other seasons together 😂 its kinda funny but some of them were so cringe sns 😂 this one was good tho

Faith is so fucking hot my god - I don't care about whatever's happening with her and Wood tho

I like Kennedy and Willow, and I'm happy Willow's happy and that she could move on - but personally, I will never ever move on from Tara, this is still too fresh (fr, I didn't watch Buffy for like two months after Tara was shot, I'm still not fine and I miss her)

omg they're giving all potential slayers the power??? I love this so fucking much omg

this is so fucking cool

wait, they're all dying? wtf?

that was... probably supposed to be cool, but.... 😂 like, they were losing, and suddenly Buffy just stands up and everyone's immediately doing so much better 😂 I shouldn't laugh, that was an intense and emotional scene, but like.... lmao

what the hell is happening to Spike

what is happening in general, that fight was so fucking quick (tho I'm kinda glad it was tbh)

wait what

but Spike's in ats? I'm so confused

soooo Sunnydale doesn't exist anymore?

Anya's dead?? it shouldn't make me this happy lmao I've been asking for this since s4, even if it is the very last episode, I'm so glad lmao

so that's it huh

idk, I have mixed feelings

I'm very curious about Spike bc I know he's in Angel, I saw like a poster or smth, and 5x01 description literally says that Spike and Harmony come to LA so 💁🏻‍♀️

this episode felt too long but also too short, kinda rushed, especially the second half, and kinda anticlimactic? 😂 idk, can't put my finger on why

I loved how they did the spell and now every potential is a Slayer and there's more than one - bc it has been such a huge theme through the whole show how alone Buffy feels in this, even with all her friends etc, that she's the only one, the one responsible for saving the world time and time again, and no one fully understands it or can relate, and all of that is on her shoulders - but now they're all sharing that responsibility, can help each other, and they're just so powerful together

I loved that

I'm probably gonna make another post about my thoughts on the overall show, but the last couple of seasons I made posts about too so 💁🏻‍♀️😂

this episode didn't really feel all finale-like idk, not sure how much I liked it as a finale

it definitely is nowhere near as perfect as s5 finale was, I cried so much at that one (and I read that s5 was supposed to be last one so I can't help but compare) - I think s5 was more emotional and also it was like: I need more

but this one was more like an actual conclusion and it does feel like a satisfying end, something just felt a bit rushed or smth idk - I feel like they eneded it in a good place, and how it ended for all of them feels mostly satisfying (except the curiosity about Spike is all I can think about rn 😂😂)

overall, it was a good episode, I liked it, kinda meh finale (my mind might change tbh once I think about it, this is just first impression)

this episode felt... this is probably not the right word, but it's the only one I can think of: it felt distant (it doesn't make sense but this is how it feels, kinda detached for some reason, idk, I need to think about it before I made a post about the overall show haha)

I've been thinking about this episode for like half an hour and I think it's perfectly satisfying, but there's just something that bothers me that I didn't like and made me enjoy it less and I can't put my finger on why and it's driving me crazy lmao was it the pacing? who know lol

and the season as a whole was good, especially about halfway it picked up, with the potentials and the first and everything - gotta say, the first 10-ish episodes I was getting kinda bored, but when it picked up I was so invested I couldn't stop watching haha

so, I liked the season, tho it wasn't the best, but then again, final seasons rarely are lol

and I really really love this show, as much as I've been complaining about specific things and characters (and s4) - tbf, I'm Polish we complain a lot and I hate it but I can't help it, it's in my blood 😂😂

this post is already too long, and it's late, so, there will be another post about s1-7 soon haha

#Buffy #buffy season 7 #buffy the vampire slayer #buffyverse #watching buffy #buffy #btvs #btvs s7 #episode commentary #thoughts while watching

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randomclam24 · 27 days ago

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gracie-rosee · 3 years ago

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Hopscotch & Sidewalk Chalk | 4

Ignore the typos and such. I was just too eager to post this to properly edit it. Enjoy :)

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Word Count: 3.8k Warnings: none

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"Aelin I think you're being a little over dramatic."

Aelin cringes, fidgeting in front of the full length mirror. "I'm just… nervous," she admits.

Elide smiles knowingly. "When was the last time you went on a date?"

"Like a real one?" Aelin scoffs. She's had a few… she thinks. But do they really count if they don't make her overthink every little detail and stress about it for days? Is that supposed to happen?

"Ugh," Aelin groans, hands falling to her sides as she gives up on the hairstyle she was attempting.

"Aww," Elide laughs. "You're so cute when you're in love."

Aelin's head snaps up. "I'm not… in love with Rowan."

Elide raises an eyebrow in the mirror.

"I'm not!" Aelin expresses. "I just…"

To be honest, Aelin doesn't really even know how ro describe what it is between them. She considers Rowan to be her best friend. She doesn't really think there's a term stronger than that to encompass what she feels for him. She doesn't think she ever fell in love with him. He was kind of just… there. And then it was as if suddenly everything in her life made sense. What she felt for everyone else she thought she loved in the past felt incomparable.

Aelin sighs. "I guess I'm just that transparent, aren't I?"

“To everyone except him, apparently,” Elide laughs. Her friend comes up behind her in the mirror and continues styling the hair Aelin abandoned.

“There we go,” Elide finishes off her hair — a simple, yet elegant style. Half her hair is pulled back into a loose braid, the rest falling in waves down her back. ”You know if it makes you feel better, I haven’t seen you this happy in years, Aelin.”

“Thank you, Elide,” Aelin sighs as she turns and hugs her friend.

“Of course, now go knock him dead, queen,” Elide says, practically shoving her out the door.

Eleanora sits on the living room floor, having her tea party with her friends, aka all of her favorite stuffed animals.

“Be good for Elide, okay Ella?” Aelin tells her daughter, kneeling to place a kiss to her head.

“Okay mommy!” Eleanora returns her mothers hug eagerly, her little arms wrapping around her neck.

…

The restaurant Rowan chose to take her to is a quick drive from her house, and they pass the short time with pleasant conversation.

The small brick building is ancient and Aelin wonders how long it’s been around, and how she never noticed it until now. The outdoor seating is lit up with string lights, creating a soft glowing atmosphere

He leads her to a table under the lights and wastes no time pulling Aelin’s chair out for her. Such a gentleman.

Rowan grins, taking her hand in his. He leans in and presses a kiss to her cheek, as if he’s unable to stop himself from doing so. “You look beautiful, Aelin,” he says, his eyes roaming over her body, igniting a fire in their wake.

“Thank you,” Aelin says as Rowan helps her into her chair. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

Understatement of the century. Rowan looks absolutely delicious in a white button down and simple black blazer—and yes, that’s the only word Aelin’s brain could come up with to accurately describe him. She definitely checked him out a little as they were walking to his car.

Rowan laughs softly, handing her a menu. There was a bottle of wine already placed on their table, and Rowan pours each of them a glass.

“I’m surprised I’ve never noticed this place before,” Aelin remarks. She takes a sip of her wine, taking in the elegant architecture of the old restaurant, the rustic and cozy patio where they were currently sitting.

“My wife introduced me to this place years ago,” Rowan says and Aelin almost coughs her wine out all over him. He’s… married?

Rowan notes the not so subtle confusion on her face and he smiles softly, though Aelin can tell it’s forced. “I was married,” he explains. “But some things just aren’t meant to be, I guess.”

Aelin tucks away her curiosity at this new piece of information. She doesn’t pry, knowing it’s a story for another time.

Rowan clears his throat, adopting a more lighthearted tone. “So how’s Eleanora doing with school?”

“Oh she loves it,” Aelin says. “She comes home everyday and goes on and on about her new friends and what she learned that day.”

That earns her a rare, full smile from Rowan. “What about you?”

“I’m doing better about it,” Aelin resists the urge to pick at her already chipped nail polish. “It’s good to keep myself distracted during the day. Otherwise I’d probably spend the whole day crying, and that doesn’t seem like a very productive way to spend my time.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Rowan chuckles. “But it’s probably better than listening to some lady go on and on for three hours about how I should have a specific way of organizing my shop.”

“Oh gods, seriously?”

Rowan shakes his head. “Something about the fantasy section being included in the fiction section. Said they were two separate genres and shouldn’t be categorized together.”

Aelin fights the urge to break into a wide smile. “They are different, though.”

“I know,” Rowan says. “Fantasy is a subgenre of fiction, so I have them next to each other not just shoved together haphazardly like she implied. I keep the store organized perfectly, if I do say so myself.”

Aelin can’t help the giggle that comes out at that. Nerd. Rowan raises a questioning eyebrow.

Aelin has been into Rowan’s bookshop a few times, and all the times she’s been there it was always pristine and orderly. A stark contrast to Aelin’s own home library where there are books everywhere and organized in no particular way except to please her eyes.

He’s particular about only a few things, his store being one of them. The way he keeps it clean and cozy and welcoming is almost… cute.

She tells him such, earning a blush on his handsome face. They fall into conversation easily, as if they’ve been friends their whole lives, and maybe they were. Maybe they were always destined to find each other, to be near each other. Aelin can’t imagine anyone else she would want as her best friend, as more than that.

The dinner is amazing, and Aelin can’t remember the last time she had food as good. The owner even came out to ask them how it was, the nice elderly man apparently a close friend to Rowan. They thanked him before they left and the owner smiled, glancing between Aelin and Rowan knowingly.

They drive back home and Rowan parks his car in his driveway before walking around to the passenger side to help her out. His hand holds hers as she steps out of the car, but it doesn’t leave hers as he closes the door behind her.

He mumbles something about not wanting her to trip in her shoes, but Aelin has a feeling it’s just an excuse. Not that she’s complaining though. Her hands fit in his perfectly, as if they were made to be held by him.

They walk down the block to Aelin’s house, their pace slow as if they both know the night will come to an end once they reach her home.

“Thank you for tonight, Rowan,” Aelin tells him sincerely. “I had an amazing time.”

“I did too,” Rowan’s hand squeezes hers and she walks closer to him, their shoulders brushing.

“It’s been a while since I went out like this,” Aelin admits, holding back a giddy laugh. “I kind of feel like a teenager again.”

Rowan smiles at that. He’s quiet for a moment, as if contemplating what to say next.

Aelin decides to spare him the internal debate and tells him what he’s probably been wondering.

“Eleanora’s father probably took me on one real date,” she says softly. “I was a junior in college, he was a senior. Looking back I really don’t even know why I said yes, or why I even dated him. If you could even call what we did as such.”

Rowan squeezes her hand again, and it gives her the courage to keep going.

“At the time I was convinced he loved me, that I loved him. But I think I just admired the idea of him? He was successful and put together and I… Well, I wasn’t, to say the least. It wasn’t the best year for me. My parents had just passed away and I guess I was just looking for some kind of stability. He even convinced me to drop out of school, saying it was pointless because he could take care of me. In the end though, the worst year of my life quickly became the best, because I got Eleanora out of it. She’s my whole world, my reason for being.”

Rowan looks at the sidewalk as they slowly make their way down the pavement. His face is unreadable and Aelin wonders what’s going on in his head. Maybe she shared too much, scared him away.

“Where is he now?” Rowan’s voice carries over to her like a soft breeze.

“Probably at some bar getting drunk off his ass, I don’t know.”

At Rowan’s raised brow, she elaborates. “About two months into our relationship, I realized how wrong I was about him. Sure, he was successful, but it was never because he actually worked hard toward anything. No, he was… manipulative, and used people to get what he wanted. I doubt he ever worked hard a day in his life.

“He was always angry at something, always wanting someone to blame for his mistakes, always needing someone to step on to make himself feel higher.”

Aelin can see concern shining in Rowan’s eyes.

“He would drink when he was stressed, when he was angry. It was his answer to everything. He was never violent towards me, never even laid a hand on me unless I wanted it but…” Aelin pauses, willing herself to continue. “He hated children, despised them. I guess I should’ve known that it wasn’t going to work between us then. I’ve always wanted a family, and he never hid the fact that he didn’t. I got pregnant with Eleanora and I was afraid that he might… make me get rid of it, or give it up for adoption. But from the moment I found out I was pregnant, I already knew I would do anything for my child. And I- I didn’t want my child to grow up with a father that resented her. I wanted to give her everything. I still do.”

Aelin takes a deep breath and savors the feeling of Rowan’s shoulder brushing against hers, his hand holding her own. “So I just packed everything up and left. My parents left me the house and some money so I didn’t have to worry about rent or anything like that. When I decided to go back to school, I got a job to help pay for tuition and anything else left over I put into a savings account for Eleanora.”

“He doesn’t try to contact you at all?”

Aelin sighs, but she pulls out her phone to show him. “He does, though most of the time he’s drunk and making no sense.” She pulls up the conversation of one sided texts. The messages range from random drunk ramblings sent at 3 am, most likely sent to her by accident, to the Happy Birthday sent six months after the actual day, and to the most recent text: I want to see my daughter. It’s not the first time he’s sent such a message.

“They mean absolutely nothing,” Aelin reassures him. “I’m not scared of him or worried he will want me back. The truth is that he’s just a pathetic human being. I try not to even think about him. This is the first text he’s sent me in over eight months.” The messages have gone down over the years, and one hopefully day he’ll stop sending them completely. That he’ll forget who she is or what she was to him. One day she’ll be completely free of him.

“You can’t just block him?”

Aelin doesn’t know why she hasn’t done just that yet. “I think… I think a part of me is still holding on to my past. It’s like looking at a train wreck. No matter how horrible, you just can’t look away. And… It gives me satisfaction knowing that he sees when I’ve read all of his messages and don’t say a single thing. Seeing them become less and less frequent. I want him to know that his words have no effect on me. That he has no hold over me.”

It feels as if there’s a giant weight that has been lifted off of Aelin just by opening up to him. She feels lighter, free.

Rowan remains silent as they continue to walk, deep in thought. His voice is barely a whisper when he finally speaks. “Thank you for telling me, Aelin. For trusting me.”

They walk down another block in comfortable silence, broken only by the sound of their shoes on the pavement.

“I told you I was married,” Rowan says at last.

Aelin looks up at him, caressing his knuckles with her fingers in silent support.

“I was, many years ago,” he sighs, glancing down at their joined hands as if looking for a source of courage. “Her name was Lyria, and we met in high school. I was head over heels for her from the moment we met. She… Well, she didn’t feel the same at the time, or so I thought. It wasn’t until we got to college that I finally asked her out. We dated for two years before we got married.

“Everything was great, perfect for a while. But I was just starting the shop and I was stressed, working long hours. She was in her first year of her residency, so we barely even saw each other. And when we did we would always argue about the smallest things. It felt like we had these few months of absolute perfection before it all started to crumble.” Rowan’s voice is so soft it’s barely audible in the night air. “And then she told me she was pregnant.”

Aelin tries and fails to hide her surprise. Rowan notices and gives her hand a squeeze. “It was a surprise to me too. We hadn’t talked about it yet and it was early on in our marriage. We promised to take time off work to be together, to work on us for the child growing inside her. But we were happy, ecstatic.” He pauses for a while, gathering the willpower to keep going. “She miscarried in the third trimester, and I knew just from the look on her face that I could no longer save us. She moved back in with her parents in Adarlan two months later. The only thing left behind was divorce papers and a pen on our dining room table.”

Aelin doesn’t know what to say after that. They’re quiet for a while, letting this fresh information they both learned about each other sink in. “Thank you for telling me, Rowan,” Aelin says, mirroring his own words from earlier.

“I figured if you can trust me with your story, I can trust you with mine.”

She walks closer and rests her head on Rowan’s shoulder as they walk the last block leading to her house.

“Sorry for turning our lovely date into a whole feelings festival,” Aelin apologizes, attempting to lighten the mood as they near her front steps.

“Don’t apologize,” Rowan says. “I had a great time tonight. I’m grateful for any time I get to spend with you.” His hand leaves hers in favor of her lower back as they ascend her front porch steps.

The quick turn in the mood practically has Aelin’s head spinning. One second he’s opening his heart up to her, the next he’s making her a blushing mess.

They reach the door, but Aelin makes no move to open it. “I had a great time too, Rowan. Truly.” Great is definitely an understatement. Aelin doesn’t remember the last time she smiled so much or laughed so hard.

“I'm glad,” Rowan says as Aelin turns to face him fully. His hand slides from her back to rest on her waist. “Maybe I can take you out again some time.”

“Already asking me on a second date? That’s a bit presumptuous of you,” Aelin teases, leaning into his warmth.

“Is it?” Rowan asks, pulling her even closer. “You just admitted you had fun.”

Aelin can’t resist playing with him a little. “Doesn’t mean I want to do it again.”

“No?” They’re close enough to share a breath now.

“I’ll have to think about it,” she whispers.

Rowan breaks into a grin. Two can play at that game. “Okay, well I guess I’ll just leave you to your thoughts then.” His hand slides away from her hip, and Aelin immediately misses it.

He makes it all of one step backwards before Aelin tugs him toward her again. She doesn’t give herself a time to second guess herself as she rises onto her tiptoes and presses her lips to his.

Rowan is quick to respond. One hand finds its way back to her waist while the other climbs up her shoulder to rest on the nape of her neck. His lips are soft as they move with hers. He is patient and kind, letting her set the pace.

Kissing Rowan is a hundred times better in real life than in her imagination. All of her expectations flew out the window as soon as his lips touched hers. It felt so perfect, so right. Kissing him feels like the answer to a question she didn’t even know she was asking.

Rowan’s hands leave sparks in their wake, igniting a fire inside of her. He pulls her closer, as if unable to stop himself from doing so. Aelin is a willing hostage. Their bodies fit together perfectly, as if Aelin was made to be held by him.

Her back presses up against a hard surface. She doesn’t remember Rowan backing them up against the wall, but she isn’t complaining. The kiss turns into something else entirely as his tongue brushes against the seam of her lips. She opens easily for him, unable to be anything but pliant in his arms.

Aelin would be embarrassed at the sounds she makes as Rowan’s tongue caresses her own, but he doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, it seems to spur him into action. His body presses further into hers, trapping her between him and the wall. His hand moves from her neck to find its home in her hair.

Aelin thought Rowan made her feel like she was in high school again, but that isn’t true. The few relationships she has as a teen don’t even compare to this. High school was full of messy kisses and innocent crushes on boys. This… this is a steal-the-breath-from-your-lungskind of kiss. One that will replay in your mind on a loop afterwards. And there’s absolutely nothing innocent about it. About the way his body is pressed against her, the sounds she can’t help but make.

Maybe it’s just the fact that she hasn’t been kissed this way in a long time, or maybe Rowan is just that good. Whatever it is, Aelin practically loses her damn mind as Rowan’s lips leave hers in favor of trailing hot kisses over her cheek and down the column of her neck.

Without his lips on hers, she has the chance to catch her breath. Not for long though, because she immediately misses the feel of his lips pressed against hers and decides she needs to do something about it. Her hands bury themselves in his hair as she pulls his face back to hers in search of his lips. Rowan eagerly complies, and her breath is yet again stolen from her lungs. Her free hand slides down his toned chest, unable to resist touching him.

Aelin doesn’t really know exactly how long they make out on her front porch, because time stops when she’s kissing Rowan Whitethorn. It could be seconds or minutes or even hours. All she knows is that she doesn’t ever want to go another day without feeling his lips on hers. She wants this—him—forever.

After an eternity, they finally break apart. Both of them breathing hard, faces still inches apart. Aelin wills her heartbeat to slow so she can form a coherent thought. Rowan’s green eyes are like an enchanted forest and she can’t help but get lost in them. She should say something, anything. But what? Should she invite him in? No, you fool! Your daughter is inside!

Rowan takes a breath, words forming on his now kiss-swollen lips. He doesn’t get the chance to voice them though as Aelin’s front door opens, startling the couple apart.

“Well it’s about damn time,” Elide drawls from the doorway.

Aelin laughs, burying her red face in Rowan’s chest. His arms wrap around her shoulders, holding her close.

“Ella just went to sleep upstairs, and now you’re here so that’s my cue,” the petite woman shoulders her purse and breezes past them. “Goodnight, lovebirds!” She calls over her shoulder as she walks down the steps and towards her car.

Elide’s car pulls out of the driveway and disappears down the street, but Aelin and Rowan don’t move from their position for several minutes.

Aelin sighs as she extracts herself from Rowan’s strong arms. “I should probably go check on her,” she says, though she doesn’t make any move to step inside yet.

“Probably,” Rowan agrees. His arms fall away from her shoulders but his hands find hers again. He looks down at her lips, as if contemplating whether or not to kiss her again. Aelin solves his delima by pulling him down by his hands and capturing his lips with hers again. Unlike before, this kiss is slow and heady, a promise for more. Unfortunately it’s over far too soon for Aelin’s liking.

Rowan pulls away and time resumes its course. He wets his bottom lip, as if savoring the taste of her that still lingers. He smiles at her then, and Aelin’s heart almost explodes. If she had to choose which smile of Rowan’s is her favorite, she would pick the one he’s giving her right now.

“I’ll call you tomorrow?”

“You better,” Her smile mirrors his, happy and unrestrained. “You promised me a second date.”

Rowan chuckles, the sound sending shivers down her spine. She musters enough self restraint not to jump him again as she speaks. “Goodnight Rowan.”

“Goodnight, Aelin.”

She doesn’t even try to hide the fact that she checks him out as he walks back down the sidewalk.

Her smile doesn’t leave her face as she steps inside and checks on her daughter, or as she goes through her nighttime routine. And as she goes to bed that night, Aelin finds that she’s been falling asleep with a smile on her face more and more.

…

FYI, I despise Arobynn so he won’t even show up in this fic unless he’s briefly mentioned. I just like to scare you guys so that’s why I ended part 3 the way I did. That said, I hope you enjoyed this part as much as I did writing it 😊

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Prime Missing~ TFP! Optimus x Half-Predacon! Reader *Request*

Requested by the lovely CreatorCat

Plot: Hi there! Could I please request a TFP Optimus x half Cybertronian and half Predacon female Autobot reader? Only Optimus knows she is like that. Her Predacon form is a dragon and her vehicle form is a mustang car (Wildstyle colors from Lego Movie). Her fighting style is dancing (dance fighting, usually coordinated with music only she can hear in her earpiece, unpredictable). It takes place during Beast Wars where they meet Ultra Magnus. Optimus goes missing and the reader is very upset because she has a crush on the Prime.

Ultra Magnus grows a crush on her after seeing her fight in battle. He is concerned she'll get hurt because her style doesn't fall into the protocol and can't be monitored. He forbids her from joining the ranks in battle until she 'shaded up'. The reader is devasted and falls into sort of depression because that she wouldn't be able to dance or fight anymore and that was what she lived for. Optimus returns (finally) to find his crush (the reader) not herself anymore. They have been 'broken' and fight the way that Ultra Magnus saw fit. He's horrified because this wasn't 'his Y/N' and confronted Ultra Magnus. Afterward, Optimus takes the reader aside and confesses and she smiles for the first time in 'forever'. The next battle she's in, she breaks protocol and does her original style of fighting much to everyone's happiness (except Ultra Magnus). She also reveals her Predacon side to protect everyone from the Decepticons and Predaking.

What do you think?

That's a long request ever since I got a request to write a high school version. Lol. So, I read the entire text here and began to think. Do not think it is a bad way. I absolutely love the request but however, I don't like a few things. I'm not familiar with Beast Wars at all. I know only like literally one character and that is Optimal Primal. He is in fact the new Prime in Power of the Primes after Optimus' death. Don't believe me? Watch the 10 episodes or follow the OC book that I'm working on since I'm partnered up with Alita-One and others on Quotev. Furtonaly, I don't like Beast Wars at all since it's different. I also couldn't help but cringe a bit since it's TFP playing in Beast Wars. I remember some clips and scenes where Optimus actually goes missing after the base got exploded and Ultra Magnus appearing. I also remember Predacon's Rising.

Also since I don't like hurting other lovely characters (either rejected or friend-zoned), I made Ultra Magnus different. He'll be not crushing on the reader, but don't worry, he'll get tasted with his own medicine. Revenge will arrive.

Head area:

Brain: Processor / Brain Module

Head: Helm

Face: Face plate

Ears: Audio receptors / Receptor Orifice / Audials

Nose: Enstril / Olfactory Sensor

Eye brow: Optical Ridge

Eyes: Optics

Mouth: Intake

Lips: Dermas

Teeth: Denta/Dentas

Tongue: Glossa

Chest area:

Chest: Chassis / Thoraxal Cavity

Back: Hexa-Lateral Scapula

Spine: Bipedalism cord / Back Strut

Chest and back armour:

Chest plate

Back plate

Mid-section plating

Neck guard

Side plating

Arm area:

Arms: Arms / Restarlueus

Forearms: Bitarlueus

Hands: Servos

Fingers: Digits

Arm armour:

Gantlets

Shoulder pads

Arm guard

Lower area:

Pelvis: Pelvis

Butt: Aft / Skid-Plate

Thighs: Tibulen

Calves: Cadulen

Feet: Pedes - the high heel bits are called Struts or Heel Struts.

Lower armour:

Skirt plates

Aft plate / Skid plate

Thigh guard

Ankle guard

General/Internal components:

Muscles: Cables / Pistons - It depends on the area in question.

Veins: Fual lines

Stomach: Tanks

Lungs: Vents - used to stop the con/bot from over heating.

Heart: Spark

Tattoos: D-con/A-bot Insignias and the lark

T-Cog: The thing that allows all Cybertronians to transform, be that their arms or their whole body.

Bonus:

Penis: Spike

Vagina: Valve

Body: Frame

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"Jack, meet Ultra Magnus," Arcee introduced her human partner to the missing commander of the Autobots.

Jack looked shocked as he took a look at Ultra Magnus. He was light blue while Optimus was dark blue. The commander had a strict look on his faceplate. What was his problem? Sure, there was a war still going on because since Cybertron, the home planet of the Cybertronians, including the Autobots, Decepticons, and the Predacons, was dead so the idiotic Decepticons moved the war towards Earth when they discovered that the Autobots had been hiding there. Honestly, Megatron was too evil and stupid for actually settling the war on Earth. Earth! The planet was involved in many wars already, especially WWI and WWII.

But let's get to the point: what's been happening?

Well, the Decepticons discovered where the Autobots had been hiding. Before it got blown up, Optimus ordered everyone to leave the base and a serious warning: don't use the phone to call or send anything. If they do, then the Decepticons can track your signal, which can lead a serious danger. Jack went with Arcee, Miko with Bulkhead, and finally Raf with Bumblebee. Eventually, the base got exploded. Optimus got seriously wounded that Smokescreen found him. He was a smart rookie for hiding him so that Optimus can possibly heal and be safely hidden. Sadly, the damage was too much that Optimus was slowly offlining. He didn't want to leave, especially not Y/N. She was a half-Predacon and half-Cybertronian. She was an Autobot. So, it means that Y/N's carrier or sire was a Predacon while the other was Cybertronian. She was found wounded in a forest by Optimus and he took her to the Autobots base. Poor Y/N... She remembered how scared she was when she was there. I mean, she was wounded, lost on Earth, and didn't know anyone. She lost her creators thanks to the war. She eventually learned fast how to take care of herself.

When Optimus met her, he couldn't help but thought that Y/N was a unique and beautiful femme he'd ever seen. I mean, she was half-Cybertronian and half-Predacon. He had seen full Predacons before like Predaking. Soon, he'll meet Darksteel and Skylynx who were brothers. Y/N had wings and a tail so she was very unique. She was thankful to fly and control her balance more. The human kids loved Y/N. Miko, of course, asked too many questions that at one point, Jack and Raf had to stop her since they noticed when Y/N got uncomfortable and scared.

But anyway, that all happened before the big explosion. Optimus grew in fact closer to Y/N that he was the only one at the base who Y/N trusted. She would stay by his side, help him and ask questions. Optimus gladly helped her whenever she was scared or asked questions. He also found her adorable in secret. He sometimes asked himself about her like her wings for example. Were they sensitive? Maybe they were? He will only know if he touched it. If Y/N ever allowed it.

While Y/N was with the Autobots, it didn't mean that she met everyone. She didn't meet Ultra Magnus at the time. He was a strict commander of the Autobots and was light blue and red. His vehicle was very similar to the Prime. His shoulderplates were weird, kinda. No disrespect. But oh boy, Y/N hated Magnus. When he saw her, he was only coldhearted and strict towards her. Y/N's fighting style was dancing but the commander didn't like it that he forbid her to do so. It was like this:

The Autobots just came back after a fight again with the Decepticons. The fight was brutal this time. Apparently, the Decepticons had a new 'weapon' and it was a full Predacon! It was a male and in fact, the ruler of the race when they went instinct many years ago thanks to Megatron himself. Shockwave managed to bring the king back from the dead. His name was Predaking. He was huge! After all, he was a male and a ruler. Since Y/N was half-Predacon, she actually can't transform. Some Cybertronians who were half-Predacons, couldn't actually transform. Some can, some couldn't. Y/N didn't mind that she couldn't transform. She liked how she looked, even having a Predacon tail and wings.

But everyone was wounded. Y/N fought against the male Predacon himself. Their fight was rough and they bit and clawed. But Y/N managed to trick him by dancing. Fighting was a little bit of dancing if you didn't know. You were moving and using your whole frame. It was exhausting for Y/N, but she won.

Ultra Magnus, however, didn't like her fighting style that he brought her into a private chamber. He closed the door and faced her, with his usual strict expression. "Soldier, I want you to change the style."

Y/N lifted her optical ridge up in confusion. What did the commander mean by that? Her armor? Her outgoing? What was it? "What do you mean?"

"Change your fighting style. Also, I forbid you from ever going to fight with us."

Y/N couldn't believe what she heard. Was he really serious? Was he going to forbid her from going out to fight? But what about Optimus Prime? He still wasn't found! He was missing ever since the big explosion that the Decepticons caused weeks ago. The human kids spread around together with their guardians and they weren't allowed to not use any technology or else the Decepticons will track them down. Jack, stupid enough, used his cellphone to text his mother that he was fine. It was understandable for a kid to text its parent to let them know that they were fine. But when it came to the war between the Autobots and the Decepticons, then it was important to listen to the advice.

Ultra Magnus simply left the private chamber, leaving the poor half-Predacon femme alone.

That's basically how it happened. Ever since that day, Y/N didn't come out a lot from her berthroom. She was very spark broken ever since the strict commander told her those words. He forbid her from searching Optimus, who was still missing at the moment. How could he say that? Y/N cared deeply for Optimus just like the entire team. He was their leader but also someone that would protect others and be willing to sacrifice his life.

Y/N would only recharge all day. She ate and drank of course but it wasn't a lot like she used. Basically, how a normal Cybertronian ate. If you didn't know, humans can die from broken hearts. It was in fact a Broken heart syndrome, also known as stress cardiomyopathy or takotsubo syndrome. It was very sad to have that like heart disease. Not only humans can have that syndrome but also Cybertronians, especially the Predacons, full or not. Y/N attracted that syndrome. Everyone says that action speaks louder than words, but words hurt more than actions. Y/N had shortness of breathing and having chassis pains. That was the most common syndrome of heart disease.

Ratchet, the medic of the team wasn't blind at all and was trained to notice signs of any health problems. Since Y/N was showing those signs, he did the tests and diagnosed her with Broken Heart Syndrome or should I say Broken Spark Syndrome? Ratchet kept a close optic on her and made her take medication, especially if she showed signs of chassis pains and shortness of breath.

But meanwhile in the main room of the base...

Ratchet was updating Y/N's health on the Cybertronian computer since it was important for the medics to keep new updates so that they can keep the information. There was actually no standard treatment for the syndrome that Y/N had, but you can survive with medication and as long as you're being careful. Not only do doctors like Ratchet keep updates safe but also dentists as well. Ratchet was mad at Ultra Magnus for saying hurtful words but kept it quiet. It was time that others should watch out for what comes out of their mouths. Words can damage someone and give an illness. He began to ask himself how would Optimus react if he found out about that...

Bumblebee then walked up to Ratchet and beeped a question at him.

Ratchet signed and looked over his shoulderplate. "No, Bumblebee. Y/N is still a little bit weak to come out. I am doing the best I can to help her on track. But her syndrome doesn't have a standard treatment. Just like on humans."

Bumblebee frowned and let out a sad whirl. He saw Y/N as his good friend and cared for her as a friend. He was mad at the commander for saying those words that he nearly attacked her. Didn't the idiotic commander notice at all how much he damaged her? Why was he even doing this?! Just because she was a half-Predacon!? Bumblebee clenched his fists in anger as he started to shake.

Ratchet, being a smart aft medic, noticed it and quickly placed his servo on the scout's shoulderplate. "Easy, Bumblebee." Just as Ratchet wanted to say something further, his computer caught a signal. He quickly went to the device and Bumblebee looked curiously over his shoulderplate.

"Hahaha!" Ratchet began to laugh and clapped his servos happily. That caught everyone's attention as they walked up to him, except Y/N, who was still sadly in her berthroom to rest. She did hear Ratchet's happy laugh, which was confusing, but she didn't bother to check since she felt weak. Ratchet turned around fast with a big smile on his faceplate. "Optimus is alive!"

That caused everyone to cheer happily. Y/N fell asleep at that time. She didn't hear Ratchet's loud voice that said that Optimus was alive and coming soon to the base.

2 hours later~

"Awesome! Optimus is now like 2.0!" Miko happily jumped as she was fascinated by Optimus' new look.

"It's good to have you back, Optimus," Arcee said with a smile.

Everyone was saying how happy they were to see and have Optimus Prime back. The leader was smiling as he listened to everyone with respect. He was happy to see them as well. Even though he was almost offline for good, he thought about others, especially Y/N. But wait, where was she? He saw his friends but not Y/N. He frowned. What happened to her while he was missing? He wondered about her every day. He nearly did join the AllSpark and taking the servo of his mentor, Alpha Trion. The old smart mech understood his student's decision. He even teased Optimus to get the spark of the half-Predacon. He blushed.

Ratchet seem to realize Optimus' frown and he immediately knew that it was about Y/N. He walked up to his leader. "Optimus, I have to speak to you. It's urgent."

Optimus nodded in understanding. Of course, he heard Ratchet's serious tone, which meant that he was deadly serious, especially for being a medic. His job was to take care of others and help if needed. They both went to a private chamber to speak while others stayed. Ultra Magnus, however, got a bad feeling...

Ratchet closed the door and turned to face Optimus. "Optimus, while you were gone, others had a fight against the Decepticons. They had a new 'weapon' it was a full Predacon... a mech. He's named Predaking, the ruler of the Predacons. Y/N fought against him. I must say, I am impressed with her fighting moves. Dancing. Ultra Magnus didn't like her style at all. I saw them going to a private chamber. I learned from Y/N that Magnus forbid her from going out and he forced her to change her style..." He sighed and took a deep breath. "As a result, Y/N has Broken Heart Syndrome, also known as stress cardiomyopathy or takotsubo syndrome in humans. But I called it the Broken Spark Syndrome. She has trouble breathing and having chassis pains. I made her take medication."

Optimus couldn't believe what he heard. How could Ultra Magnus do this? He was getting angry. The commander took it too far by his words. He look calmy at Ratchet and nodded. "Thank you for the information old friend. I will speak to commander Ultra Magnus and see Y/N."

Ratchet nodded back and they left the private chamber. Ultra Magnus knew that he was busted. Optimus slowly walked up to the commander, with a disappointed and angry expression on his faceplate. He took the commander to somewhere private and let's just say that Optimus was so stern. He also finally punished the commander for what he said to Y/N. Ratchet was satisfied and mumbled under his breath: "As humans say: 'Get rekt'."

Optimus then walked through the hallway corridors, searching for Y/N's berthroom. Each bot had a nameplate hanging against the door. It was easier for everyone to find each other, except for humans since they were so small. But good that the kids remembered which room was who. They drew small symbols on each door of the bot. Ratchet got a symbol of a doctor, Bumblebee got a bee, Arcee a motorcycle, etc. Y/N had a dragon, even though she couldn't transform into a Predacon.

Optimus knocked on the door gently as he found Y/N's door. After no response, he softly opened the door and peaked in. He smiled softly once he saw Y/N recharging peacefully. But he was still worried about her health after all. He walked to Y/N, closing the door softly to not wake her up. He caressed her helm with his gentle digits and he smiled once he heard her purr. Predacons can purr a lot. Yes, even Optimus can too but not a lot like the Predacons can, even half ones. Optimus continued to caress as he sat down carefully, lifting Y/N's helm and laid it on his lap. For some reason, laps were so comfy. No wonder humans and Cybertronians fall asleep easily, even falling asleep on someone's body. It was so cute when a male slept on top of the female as a couple or friends. Family too. But mostly, females slept on top of the males.

Y/N softly moaned in her sleep as she moved a bit. She felt very comfortable. But that's when she groaned and had trouble breathing. She panted and Optimus got worried. He then noticed the medication on her nightstand. He grabbed it and then Y/N gasped and sat up, her servo on her chassis.

"Easy, Y/N," the familiar deep voice said.

Y/N snapped her helm towards the very familiar deep voice and gasped. it was Optimus! Wait, he was really here?! She was about to say something but Optimus silenced her by cupping her cheekplate, causing her to blush a lot. He helped her take the medication and soon, she breathed normally. But she felt then sleepy again. Optimus noticed it and softly pushed her down. "Recharge, Y/N. Your body needs more rest."

Y/N smiled softly and fell asleep. She can now catch a lot of rest since Optimus was alive and well. She found him more handsome. His new look, now strong body, etc. But she loved his hips, smile, voice, and smirk. As she was sleeping, she felt soft dermas on hers. Optimus was kissing her, just like in the movie Sleeping Beauty.

I apologize if it isn't familiar a lot. I decided to try and make it a little cuter for the fans, especially the ending part.

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carewyncromwell · 2 years ago

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“It's a beautiful lie: It's a perfect denial -- Such a beautiful lie to believe in... So beautiful, beautiful, it makes me -- Oh! Everyone's looking at me -- I'm running around in circles -- A quiet desperation's building higher: I've got to remember this is just a game... So beautiful, beautiful...”

~“A Beautiful Lie” by 30 Seconds to Mars

x~x~x~x

Mia had always had faith in the Ministry of Magic. She really hadn’t ever been the sort to actively act out against authority, even back at school, and she generally believed that most of those who’d reached a position of authority in the Wizarding World wanted to do sincere good for their constituents. But as 1995 wore on, even Mia had to admit that Florean had had a point, that the information put out by the Daily Prophet (and by extension the Ministry of Magic) didn’t always make sense.

For one, there was Florean’s first-hand testimony regarding Harry Potter’s character. If he was truly as modest and unassuming as he’d seemed when Florean had meant him, then why was he suddenly so seemingly obsessed with getting attention? Even the quotes credited to him by Rita Skeeter in the old articles Mia had managed to scrounge up from her coverage of the Triwizard Tournament -- in retrospect -- seemed oddly theatrical. Mia had certainly never encountered a teenage boy who would admit to crying about his dead parents at night, let alone to a complete stranger.

If Olin or Skylar ever rambled about crying themselves to sleep every night, I’d be convinced they’d taken a Babbling Beverage, Mia thought to herself, thinking of her sister Tia’s two young sons. After getting chucked in the head with a miscast Confundus Charm.

Then there was the arrest of Stugis Podmore. Mia hadn’t known the man very well at all, but according to Tia’s husband, Dirk Cresswell, he was a rather stoic, but dutiful man who’d never once been in any trouble with Law Enforcement before. Tia herself had remarked on how when she’d once had Sturgis over for tea, the man had caught Skylar in the act of trying to serve him tea in a nose-biting teacup, but merely patted the boy on the head and told him to stay out of trouble. Even Florean had had nothing but nice things to say about Sturgis -- his grandfather was apparently on very good terms with the Podmores, given their respected position in multiple departments of the Ministry. By all accounts, a man like that would have no reason at all to try to break into the Department of Mysteries -- and yet for some reason, he apparently had. Was it because he’d been framed? Or...

Then there was the troubling letters Mia received from Olin. The older of her two nephews had just started his fourth year at Hogwarts (Skylar was set to start in the fall of ‘96), but the teenager still dutifully wrote to both his mother and his favorite aunt, so as to keep them in the loop of the goings-on at school. His letters to his mother were often idealized and rosy -- with his witty, firebrand aunt, he felt more comfortable venting his frustrations. In the past the Ravenclaw boy had frequently complained to Mia about his previous Defense Against the Dark Arts professors (except for Professor Lupin -- Olin had loved him), but the stories he sent along about Cornelius Fudge’s hand-picked candidate, Dolores Umbridge, made Mia cringe.

I had my first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson with Professor Umbridge today. I hate to pass judgment on someone so quickly, but...I really don’t like her. At all. I’m hoping we get to do more in our next class.

Tuesday marked yet another awful class with her Royal Toadliness, Professor Umbridge. I swear, I can’t help but feel like she’s here to watch us, more than teach us.

As for Defense Against the Dark Arts -- it’s just painful, Aunt Mia. Every class period, we do nothing but read from our textbooks, while Professor Umbridge sits behind her desk the whole time, just staring at us. Normally I wouldn’t mind reading, of course, but these textbooks are so dull! There’s so much prattling-on about how to be a ‘fine, upstanding wizard’ and ‘promote proper magical safety’ and such, and absolutely nothing practical whatsoever! No charts, no diagrams of spell movements, nothing actually useful -- just Wilbert Slinkhard talking down and lecturing us through the page like we’re a bunch of misbehaving kids! I’ve never been so frightfully bored in all my life!

In other news, Professor Umbridge has now been named Hogwarts’s new “High Inquisitor,” which is basically a professor whose only job is to pick apart every other professor at school. The idea that a teacher as dreadful as Umbridge is taking pot shots at the likes of Professor Flitwick is just insulting.

In regard to what Mum and Dad have heard about Umbridge -- that’s utter rubbish! I don’t know who this Percy Weasley bloke has been talking to, but Umbridge is hardly an ‘unqualified success!’ Just about everybody dreads going to her class -- the only ones who don’t are probably the fifth year Slytherins, since they get to watch her smack Potter around. I even saw him leaving detention with her the other night, holding his right hand, which looked like it was bleeding! I really hope it was nothing she did...but I hate the fact that I even have to wonder that!

P.S. This morning Filch stopped me, saying that he'd gotten a tip that I was trying to order some contraband goods from Zonko’s, and confiscated this letter, so as to bring it to Umbridge to look over. Fortunately Professor Flitwick stepped in when I chased after him, demanding he give me my letter back, and I was able to send this in peace.

I am beside myself! In Defense Against the Dark Arts today, Umbridge remarked that we haven’t any competent Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers, aside from her. When I rose my hand and immediately brought up Professor Lupin, she shut me down, calling him a ‘dangerous half-breed’ and saying that no one of ‘that sort’ is safe around children! Ginny Weasley snapped that she would take Professor Lupin’s ‘sort’ of teaching over hers and ended up getting detention for it, but I quite agreed with her. I don’t care that Professor Lupin was a werewolf -- he was a wonderful teacher, and the fact that him being a werewolf is all Umbridge cares about...UGH! It’s disgusting!

Umbridge is being rotten, as per usual. With this new Decree she’s put up, she’s banned all Hogwarts clubs, teams, and organizations unless they get her explicit approval! Sure, the Dragon Club’s been able to reopen again, no problem, but I heard that she almost didn’t let the Gryffindor Quidditch team reform until Professor McGonagall put her foot down. I mean, sure, it’s not my house team, but if Gryffindor wasn’t allowed to play, that would completely ruin the Quidditch Cup for everyone! And it was clearly all just because Umbridge doesn’t like Potter, the Gryffindor Seeker.

Honestly, all I’m hoping is that Father Christmas leaves a bucketful of coal in Umbridge’s stocking this year. And a letter firing her once and for all.

What worried Mia more than anything else, though, happened right after the New Year.

The mass Azkaban breakout in January 1996 was the worst in the wizard prison’s history, up until that point. Not only did it result in ten prisoners escaping, but these prisoners were all ex-Death Eaters who’d been placed in some of the highest security cells in Azkaban: Augustus Rookwood -- Antonin Dolohov -- even Rabastian, Rodolphus, and Bellatrix Lestrange. Cornelius Fudge had told the Prophet that the Ministry suspected Sirius Black’s involvement, which Mia had to grant could be true...but she remembered that Barty Crouch Jr. -- who had originally been arrested and imprisoned for what happened to the Longbottoms, along with the Lestranges -- had been captured and his soul sucked out by a dementor, right after the Triwizard Tournament. At the time, it was supposed that he’d gone mad, acting like he was working for his old master even after he was long dead. But now...thinking of that and Sirius Black’s own unexplained escape from Azkaban, alongside these news stories of dangerous Death Eaters suddenly walking free...Mia couldn’t help but wonder if Florean had been right, to compare Fudge’s behavior to those of Ministers Fawley and Jenkins.

“I hate to question the Minister,” Mia told her sister Tia over tea one January afternoon, “especially when I’m sure he’s doing his best...but it just seems...well, suspicious. I can’t be the only one who sees it.”

Tia put down her teacup in her lap, her green eyes (very similar to her sisters) drawn down to the gray liquid within as she considered this.

“It is troubling,” she said quietly.

Her sweet, level voice was much more measured and methodical than Mia’s -- as if she weighed each word very carefully.

“...Dirk has said that people are starting to whisper at work. Apparently there have been multiple cases of people receiving letters or packages through Owl Post that have already been crudely opened by persons unknown. Some cases have been traced back to open investigations by the Auror Department, but others...well, no warrant has been linked to them. Some think it could be the Department of Mysteries at work, but others worry it’s someone within the Ministry who doesn’t want to be identified, for whatever reason. Some of those letters have even come from Hogwarts that way.”

“Olin said something about Umbridge telling Filch to bring him a letter he’d written,” Mia recalled.

Tia was startled. “What?”

“Apparently Umbridge had heard a rumor that he was ordering some kind of contraband and had asked to look over Olin’s letter to me. Fortunately Professor Flitwick stepped in before either Filch or Umbridge could read it or Olin could get in any trouble.”

Tia smiled softly, clearly relieved. “Thank the stars for Filius -- he always was so good at bringing the temperature down...”

Her demure, lady-like face then gained a much more solemn expression. “...Oh, but that couldn’t be true, could it? If any of those opened letters were read by Dolores Umbridge -- think of what a violation of trust that would be. Among our government officials -- our student’s teachers...”

Mia’s lips knit together tightly. “...I know. Surely the Ministry could claim they have good cause, to enact such awful measures -- normally I’d be tempted to think so...but what cause could there be, if our World is not in active danger? If everything is fine, as the Minister claims?”

“Could it be because of the break-out that they’re so alarmed?” Tia pondered. “Everyone’s been so shaken by that -- I’m sure the Minister must be too...”

“But that stuff had to be going on before Tuesday, for Dirk’s coworkers to be so concerned,” said Mia.

She put her own cup of hot water and lemon (her usual substitute for tea) down on her sister’s parlor table, her posture visibly restless.

“Tia,” Mia said slowly, “a few months ago, Florean expressed some concerns that the Prophet might be...well, not telling the whole story.”

Tia raised her eyebrows in surprise. “What do you mean? You mean, on purpose?”

“No. At least Florean didn’t think so...”

Mia told her everything Florean had said about Harry Potter and how it didn’t match up with the Prophet’s depiction of him, as well as how Olin’s accounts about Dolores Umbridge didn’t gel with the Prophet’s view either.

“It just doesn’t add up,” said Mia. “Harry Potter can’t simultaneously be quiet, modest, grateful, and kind and obnoxious, arrogant, deceptive, and attention-seeking. Dolores Umbridge can’t be ‘revolutionizing education’ while doing nothing but sitting in her classroom watching her students read and refusing to teach them any actual spellwork at the same time.”

She crossed her arms.

“Florean didn’t think the Daily Prophet was getting things wrong on purpose, but I’m...I’m not so sure. It almost feels like the Prophet isn’t writing what’s true -- but rather writing good or bad about people solely based on who agrees with Fudge and who doesn’t.”

Her pink lips twisted into a troubled frown, Tia put down her own cup of tea and reached out to take hold of her sister’s arm.

“Do you really think it’s as bad as that, Mia?” she asked softly.

Mia looked down. “I don’t want to think so, but...”

Her eyes welled up with anxiety as she looked back up at Tia.

“Tia, if it is true, then how do we believe anything they write? How do we believe the Ministry has things under control, or that Hogwarts is in good hands? How do we know...?”

How do we know You-Know-Who isn’t really back...?

She choked on the end of the question, unable to finish.

Tia squeezed her sister’s arm gently.

“Maybe we should talk to Callie about this,” she suggested. “She works for the WWN -- maybe she’ll have heard something...”

“All of Callie’s ‘interviews’ are utter fluff -- what good could come of that?” Mia muttered.

“Not all of them,” Tia pointed out. “Remember, she had Jacob Cromwell on about the Chamber of Secrets, several years back...”

Mia scowled. Jacob Cromwell’s name was like an irritable fly, continuously getting in her face.

Tia offered her younger sister a softer smile.

“Mia...I know you and Callie don’t always get on, and I know you’re still mad about her giving Jacob Cromwell a second chance...but family comes first. I know you believe this as much as anyone.”

She gave her arm another light squeeze.

“We have to find out the truth from somewhere,” Tia said earnestly. “Maybe Callie will have heard something through the grapevine of where to get actual information, about these goings-on. If something is happening, behind the scenes...” her eyes darkened with anxiety, “...then Dirk and I have to make preparations -- to protect the boys.”

“We’d all have to make preparations,” Mia agreed.

Dad wouldn’t be in any fit state to fight off anyone who might be a threat. If these Death Eaters on the loose are running wild...

Mia exhaled softly through her nose.

“Okay, I’ll ask her.”

Hopefully she’ll refrain from gushing even more about Jacob Cromwell within my earshot.

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backofthebookshelf · 4 years ago

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That post I reblogged earlier reminded me that I need to yell about how much I adore Jon Archivist Sims not just as an asexual character but as an asexual horror narrator, because asexuality in horror is usually something that makes me cringe.

Not that there's much asexuality, as a sexual orientation, in horror; like everywhere else it's pretty rare to see it depicted at all. But there are tropes, and just like good writers often write neurodivergent characters without realizing it, they sometimes write asexual characters without realizing it, it's just that people think of sex as foundational to the human experience and therefore something universally meaningful to discuss in horror, and therefore deviations get...weird.

There's the "too busy/too good for relationships" trope that @bananonbinary mentioned, which Vivian Sobchak calls the "virginal astronaut" trope -- which derives from the horrible combined mess of "logic is masculine, emotion is feminine," "sex must be heterosexual and therefore a story with no women can't be about sex," and "sex and emotions are inextricable." Literally every one of those concepts can and should and has been deconstructed by queer horror, but it hasn't made them go away (particularly if, like me, you like 19th century ghost stories a lot).

But so much of horror is about the body, and so much of thinking about bodies is about sex. There's a whole sub-genre of plant horror - from Invasion of the Body Snatchers to Annihilation, not to mention that totally unnecessary scene in the first Evil Dead movie - and so much of that particular kind of body horror is about asexual reproduction. It's not just "what if there was no reason to have sex" but that the lack of a need for sex is the way you can tell that someone is no longer human.

There's also a whole thread of Frankenstein criticism that treats asexual reproduction as the central problem of the novel (which I think is dramatically missing the point) that I found massively triggering to stumble across. The whole reason Victor Frankenstein fails is because he won't have sex with a woman? Great, love to know that sexual relationships are the be-all and end-all of human success. (Again, not the point of the novel, if you haven't read Frankenstein please don't let this ruin it for you.)

Honestly, weirdly enough, I think the only time I don't find a character who's passively depicted as asexual in horror fiction to be alienating is...in Lovecraft stories. Horrific, I know, Lovecraft had every bigotry known to humanity turned up to twelve, except I suspect he actually was sex-repulsed and asexual and so the lack of sex or sexual relationships in his stories seem more like a natural consequence of it just not being something he cared about than as a way to prove that his characters were above messy human emotions or that they were somehow broken or less than human. Trust me, I loathe the fact that Lovecraft is apparently decent ace rep, but...there we are.

But to bring this back to TMA -- especially to start with, Jon is a horror narrator very much modeled on the 19th and early 20th century "researcher accidentally eaten by the thing he's researching" story form. (Not just Lovecraft, but Arthur Machen, Algernon Blackwood, Arthur Conan Doyle, M.R. James - TMA is named after an M.R. James story, even.) (Actually look at the assistants' surnames and that's a pretty good catalog of the inspirations; even Dracula is an epistolary novel featuring a narrator who's accidentally consumed by something he thought he was apart from, although asexual it is not.) And most of those narrators are asexual, of the "virginal astronaut" type, because of the tropes of the day (and because of the stereotypes of academics).

Then through the course of the series Jon becomes a more modern type of horror protagonist, turning into a monster himself, and the series begins to question heavily what it means to be human and where the lines between human and monster are drawn. And the longer this goes on, the more monstrous Jon becomes in his physical dependence on statements and his uncanny healing abilities and his literal return from the dead -- the more human he becomes, too, making better connections with people, reaching out to offer help or even just sympathy, prioritizing his relationships with other people over his own research or his need to not become a mystery.

And I think that's why his asexuality hits so good: the story prioritizes the emotional parts of human connections even while it's diving into the monstrous transformation stuff that so often uses lack of sexual interest as a shorthand to demonstrate that the person isn't fully human anymore. (And not even just romantic connections, although Jon and Martin's relationship is a lynchpin of the series; you've also got Jon repairing his relationship with Melanie, his complex relationship with Daisy, his ongoing struggle to relate to Basira.) TMA isn't just deconstructing what it means to be human, it's also completely removed sexuality from that calculation. There are lots of things that make a person more or less human, by a wide variety of definitions of "human," but sexuality is not one of them.

I'm not sure how much of this was intentional; I definitely assumed that the reason Jon was asexual was because of that tradition of cosmic horror and ghost story narrators, updated for a modern queer audience, and the comments Jonny has made in q&as and elsewhere seem to support that. But this is a great example of what happens when something is written thoughtfully and with care taken to consider implications, rather than defaulting to easy cultural shorthands. And it's also an illustration of the usefulness of queer as an umbrella term -- queer fiction by definition has to sidestep a lot of those cultural shorthands, and the more of those you can deconstruct, the more you're able to create something that includes everyone.

#the magnus archives #asexuality #horror #ace things #cw aphobia #tma spoilers

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Her Robin and His Little Ladybug Ch. 2

Ao3 Chapter 1 Chapter 2

As soon as Marinette spoke it set off absolute chaos, everyone started talking at once, asking questions and demanding answers from the small girl. Eventually Bruce, now as Batman, spoke up.

“ENOUGH.” Bruce demanded of everyone in the room.

Silence was all that remained where if a pin was dropped it could be heard. Both parties, Marinette and the bats stared at each other, until Bruce finally spoke again.

“Who are you?” he asked Marinette.

“I believe I asked a question first” Marinette smarted back. Jason snorted as Damian glared at her.

“Answer our questions harlot.” Damian spoke as he glared at her. “Who are you and what are you doing here?”

Dick or rather Nightwing now, spoke next. “Come on baby bird, be nice, we don't know her and she doesn’t look like she knows us.”

“That’s exactly the point Grayson! We don’t know her, or how she appeared in the cave!” Damian grimaced as he glanced back at Dick.

“Codenames, baby bird.” Dick muttered

Hi! I’m Nightwing! OMG, you're so cute and tiny! You're in the batcave, this is Robin, that's Red Hood, over there is Red Robin, standing there with the death glare is Batman, and finally sitting at the batcomputer in the wheelchair is Oracle!”

“Uhh… Hi.” Marinette waved. Dick visibly cooed at her while the rest of the bats just stood there.

“I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I’m from Paris, France.” She said as if that would answer all their questions.

Realization spread on Bruce's face as he realized what happened. He realized that this must be the work of the Akumas the league was investigating.

“You said you’re from Paris, correct? Batman asked Marinette. At her nod he continued. “So this must be the work of an Akuma”

Marinette nodded. “The last thing I heard before I was transported here was a loud voice yelling, that people should treasure their relationships and that people should be able to have soulmates… or something like that, I don't really know, I wasn’t really paying attention as I was suddenly transported here with no warning.” she muttered the last part under breath but the bats still heard her.

After around five seconds of total silence, Jason started cackling loudly. “You, tiny little pixie is apparently Demon Spawn’s soulmate. Yeah, I doubt that…” Jason spoke, and started laughing again.

After Jason said that, all of the rest of the bats realized what she said and started snickering, except for Bruce and Damian, who just stood in front of Marinette with his mouth wide open gaping at her.

Dick asked a question next. “Wait, what’s an Akuma, and if it's powerful enough to actually locate someone’s soulmate and send them here, Why doesn’t the league know about this? Dick asked, looking back at Bruce.

“The league is aware of the situation. It’s on a need to know basis, and only certain members are aware. Wonder Women, Superman, Aqua Man and myself are the ones aware as the situation is extremely delicate and dangerous.

Paris has their own heros, that have been handling the situation extremely well and there has been no need to interfere. Wonder Woman has gone out and has spoken to the heroes. They are aware that if they need any help that can contact the justice league and we will send out a member to help aid them.”

When Bruce was done speaking, the rest of the bats were sort of shocked they weren’t aware of anything happening Paris this year or any year at all.

Barbara immediately put it into the Batcomputer and pulled up one of Marinette’s old fights. As Marinette watched the fight with the rest of the bat’s, she cringed. She remembered the fight, perhaps she remembered it too well. It was her third battle with Evillustrator. Nathaniel managed to remember that he could draw whatever he wanted.

He turned all of Paris into a war zone. He managed to draw himself an all powerful army with a stock supply of weapons. The battle lasted almost a full day and was one of the most lethal with over 1 million dead. The second deadliest behind Syren.

As the video ended all the people in the room turned to marinette with a shocked look on their faces.

Dick was the first to speak. “You deal with this all the time?” he whispered in a scared tone

“Usually they’re not that bad. That was the second deadliest attack Paris ever had, the first being Syren. All of the effects of the damage is reversed by the ‘miraculous ladybug,’ Ladybug, the main hero announces that after she broke the object where the akuma was hidden. As soon as she throws up her ‘lucky charm’ and says that phrase all damage from the attack gets reversed.”

“What a Lucky charm? You said it helps clear all the damage, so what does it do?” Tim spoke next.

Marinette nodded as she said, “ The Lucky Charm is something that Ladybug calls on during the battle. It’s usually just a seemingly random object, but as soon as she calls on it the battle usually doesn’t last any longer than three minutes.”

“What are the other heroes' powers?” Tim asked again.

“Chat Noir has the power of destruction, just as ladybug has the power of creation. All Chat Noir has to do is simply say ‘cataclysm’ and he's able to destroy anything he touches.”

Again all the bats, except for Batman himself, started at Marinette, with wide eyes.

“How old are the heroes’ because to me they don’t look to be any older than the demon spawn’s age. Also how long has this been going on? Jason asked of Marinette, in a demanding tone.

“All anyone can do is speculate the ages, due to the magic, but many say they have to be around 18 - 20 years old.” Marinette said in a rather confident voice

“And how long has this been happening?” Jason asked again in a tone that made Marinette take an unconscious step back.

“A-about four years.” Marinette said, with her voice trembling a little bit.

“So the heroes would have been about 13- 15 give or take when they first started given the assumptions are correct…?”

At her nod, Jason started pacing back and forth yelling, “FUCKING HELL, what the fuck they’re kids, they were babies when they started and they have to deal with the saving the fucking world every fucking week. I admit I was young too when I started, but it was my own choice and I got FUCKING killed for it!”

‘That’s why he has such a tainted soul, it absolutely reeks of destruction and creation magic, I’ll have to talk to Tikki later to see if we can get rid of it’ Marinette thought wisely.

“B, why in the everloving hell did you let fucking kids fight in a goddamn war alone?!” Jason yelled at Bruce while still pacing the floor of the batcave.

“Hood, they are only one able to fight in these battle, no matter what we do, we would not be able to fight, the best we do is investigate the villain.

Hawkmoth, the super terrorist, is the one creating the akamus. We find him, we stop the akumas.”

“You mean we just sit here while these kids are out fighting and there’s absolutely nothing we can do?” Tim spoke up, finally finding the courage to speak.

Batman simply shook his head.

A/N: ok, so like I have five chapters of this posted on ao3 if you want to read it there, (im taking a minute to post it on tumblr bc im lazy. ok) Also I swear I’m working on chapter 6, i'm just stuck on a particular scene and its taking a minute to figure out how I want to transition. on a side note this fic is honestly just something that my brain decided it would be a good idea to write at 2am so like don't expect too much. (sorry for the rant)

Taglist: (people asked in the last chapter to add them, so if you want to be added just ask. I probably wont respond, maybe, but I will definitely add you)

@alyssadeliv @yannowhatigiveup @sekhmet5

#maribat #daminette #maridami #damian x marinette #honestly I don't even know what this fic is anymore #crossposted on ao3 #miraculous crossover #mlb x dc

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