#e: story op. 2

[d8tl55c]

adding screenshot jic readers of the future missed the post

like me i dropped everything upon seeing this to go find it lol

still fucking insane. 5 MORE EPISODES. FIVE

for some reason i expected there to be less. like around 3?? but oh my god. they are going to reveal so much. especially considering the last episode will probably be WAY longer than others are. they are going to answer so much.

(theres NO way dark wont be mentioned more in this season im giddy and kicking my feet. also. possibility of king n purple cameo.)

[wangxianficfinder]

Fic Finder

Oct 16th

~*~

1. Hello! I would like to reread a story but forgot the title. It’s a fix-it I think lan zhan was thrown back in time in CR study arc and wei ying saw it because there’s a light and he hear a shout then Lan Zhan was unconscious. Thank you so much

FOUND? in a dream, i was home by thelastdboy (M, 25k, WangXian, POV LWJ, Canon Divergence, Post-First Siege of the Burial Mounds, Time Travel Fix-It, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Different First Meeting, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers, Sentient Burial Mounds, CSSR and WCZ Live, Families of Choice, Protective LWJ, Everybody Lives, Temporary Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, WWX Leaves the Yunmeng Jiang Sect, Golden Core Reveal, Fluff, Developing Relationship, Wen Remnants Live, WQ Lives, WN Lives, No Sunshot Campaign, BAMF WWX)

~*~

2. Hi I saw someone ask this here but never saw the fic. I'm looking for a fic, It's where lwj leave the sect gives money and valuables to the wen remnants and lxc ask for rabbit as some kind of compensation. Op said some girls were braiding lwj hair by the end being vain and lan sect saw this. Thank you so much I hope you help me

FOUND?🔒Unpack Your Heart by Terri Botta (Isilwath) (T, 22k, wangxian, Romance, Everybody Lives, Canon Divergence, LWJ Has Feelings, Protective LWJ, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, LWJ Stays at the Burial Mounds, Burial Mounds Ensemble as Family, Wangxian in Love, YLLZ WWX, Lan Clan Elders are Assholes, Minor Transgender Character, Qiongqi Path Divergence, LWJ loves his bunnies)

~*~

3. hi there!!! this is for the next fic finder. i am looking for a twt threadfic which had wwx and lwj as academic rivals. i really don't remember much of it except there was a moment where lwj says smth really mean to wwx after he got lesser marks than him, and wwx starts crying a bit (???) and lwj is like Oh No What Have I Done. that was the last update that i read and idek if there's more or not. can anyone help?

thank you everyone!!

~*~

4. I am trying to find a Fic where Lan Zhan goes to Lotus Pier to ruin them for being rejected. He learns that Wei Ying never rejected him but Madum Yu did. She is punished and Lan zhan asks Jiang Yanli permission to marry Wei ying.

FOUND? Warrior Prince by QteCuttlfish (M, 3k, WangXian, Threats of Rape/Non-Con Angst with a Happy Ending, Omega Verse, Omega WWX, Alpha LWJ, Implied Mpreg, Not Canon Compliant)

~*~

5. Hi! I’m looking for this modern college E fic where WWX is like a tatted punk and he overhears that LWJ is basically a sex god who didn’t do seconds. He hears that LWJ is into a guy in his department with last name Wei and confronts him. They bone and he sees that LWJ has a nip piercing and a tattoo that WWX designed a while ago tysmia

FOUND? So I love you because I know no other way than this by Trueredhearts (E, 20k, WangXian, Modern AU, CSSR and WCZ Live, College/University, Tattoos, Nipple Piercings, Genital Piercing, Law Student!LWJ, Engineering Student!WWX, Childhood Friends, Explicit Sexual Content, Graduate School)

~*~

6. Hi 👋 a ff where lan Zhan give wei Ying name wei Wuxian. Wei Ying lock BS in her mountain. Wei Ying Sect leader. BM all clear. JC lock his parents. Save XY . Wei Ying make JGY Sect leader of jin . Yiling best city. Control world . Slap Tham in there language. @richie-234

~*~

7. Hello I'm looking for a fic where wwx is a god, a prince to be exact. He meets lwj while visiting. I think they get betrothed but lwj does not know his real identity. I think by the end wwx and his entire family came down an while they were in line he was waving at lwj.

FOUND? cloudy autumn heaps the sky by anatheme (T, 23k, WangXian, Fantasy, Universe Alteration, Secret Identity, Dragon LWJ, Fox WWX, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Timeline What Timeline, wwx is a little older here, wwx piling gifts on lwj and encouraging hoarding tendencies, Sharing a Bed, Literal Sleeping Together, Arranged Marriage)

~*~

8. Fic finder plz!

LQR owns a cat cafe and LWJ and LXC are like very pretty ragdoll cats and WWX is this gremlin sphinx cat that eventually wins over LWJ.

LQR isn’t happy about this though and has JC keep WWX locked up so he can’t come and bother LWJ but it all ends happy. I’ve tried searching cat LWJ and cat WWX and nothing comes up. Help! 😭😭

FOUND! allopatry by Anonymous (T, 4k, WangXian, Modern AU, Cats, not in a catboy sense they're actual cats, wwx's propensity for annoying lqr transcends species, codependent cats as a catalyst for, lqr + jiang sibs friendship) I searched cat Cafe 🐈 😻

~*~

9. Hi! I'm looking for a fic similar to one I read called play fighting where Lan Qiren had adopted Wei Wuxian and they grew up together. Or like where Wei Ying ends up growing up in the Lan sect and he and Lan Zhan are like childhood friends or super close growing up.

FOUND? 藍色的花，紅色的蘭 {Lan se de hua, hongse de lan} by Admiranda, AshayaTReldai (M, 45k, WIP, WangXian, Orphan WWX, Friends to Lovers, Childhood Friends, wwx raised in the lan clan, softer lqr, Good Uncle LQR, Good lan clan, Good Older Sibling LXC)

FOUND? �� Life is Like a Stranger by through_shadows_falling (T, 69k, wangxian, Kid Fic, Child LWJ, Child WWX, First Meetings, Canon Divergence, Cute Kids, Orphan WWX, Autism Spectrum, Fix-It, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Canon, POV LWJ, Growing Up Together, WWX raised at Cloud Recesses, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Puberty, Growing Up, Coming Out, teenage angst, Wet Dream, Pining, This fic gets a little raunchier as the kids become teens, But it won’t get too explicit, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Spanish Translation, Brief mentions/moments of WWX kissing others in chapter 22 but only on the cheek, also characters kiss WWX on the cheek in chapter 23, but his real first kiss is with LWJ, Перевод на русский | Translation in Russian)

FOUND? 🧡 All will be well when the day is done by abCEE (T, 76k, WangXIan, Canon Divergence, Fix It, Not Jiang Family Friendly, JFM & YZY Bashing, Fix it for our main characters, Time Travel, Butterfly Effect, Madam Lan Lives, No Sunshot Campaign, Artistic License, Unreliable Narrator, JC Bashing, non-yunmeng WWX, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Good Uncle LQR, OOC, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, WWX gets the love and care that he deserves from the very beginning, WWX Isn’t Adopted by the Jiangs, verbal and physical (c/o Zidian) abuse from YZY)

FOUND? safe here with me by xcourtney_chaoticx (G, 3k, WangXian, Family Feels, Good Uncle LQR, WWX Goes to Gusu, Fluff, Childhood Friends, Friends to Lovers, Food Issues, Endgame WangXian)

FOUND? soft-hearted by sarahyyy (G, 6k, wangxian, alternate universe, childhood friends, hurt/comfort, getting together, first kiss, wedding fluff)

~*~

10. Hello! I'm looking for this wangxian fic I don't remember the name, but it's based on a song by Olivia Rodrigo, there is no happy ending between wangxian 💔

FOUND?🔒 drivers license by AG1234VL (T, 11k, WangXian, WangMian, WWX/Other, Breakup, Hurt No Comfort, slight comfort, Non-Chronological, Song fic, Crying WWX, Driving, breakup weight gain, Lots of Crying, Angst, Modern AU, Homophobia, from lqr, wangxian breakup)

~*~

11. Hi, I'm looking for a fic i read some time ago but i can't seem to find. Basically the great sects had isolated themselves for sometime and WRH still tried to burn CR but the Lan won that war , alone i think, and like they demanded a war prize/hostage/concubine? and YMJ with the other twos support , i think, sent WWX for the Lan's leader LWJ who was surprised by WWX's very feminine and very much marriage robes. So the Jiang and the Jin and the Nie got it wrong but LWJ lets him stay, I think it's been a while and they fall in love for real and LWJ reveals that his brother has been in a coma for some time. Anyway WX went to the Crowd hunt the Jin are trowing and YZY got very angry at like WWX being at her level socially, the spouse of a sect leader and then WX went home and LXC woke up and that's all i know because the fic had like 26/28/20 something chapters in total and it was a WIP and only one or two chpaters left till it was done. I don't know if it is still a WIP. @secretartquotes

FOUND? golden when the day met the night by glitteringmoonlight (Not rated, 95k, slow burn, sugar daddy LWJ, light, angst, fluff, developing relationship, eventual smut, WIP)

~*~

12. Hello, thank you for your page.English is not my first language, so I'm using a translator .Wei Ying is a web novel writer, from a fairly prestigious academy. The web novel he writes is quite popular. He was hired for a reality TV show/music competition as a translator. In the end, he also ends up as a contestant because there are not enough competitors. Every week he tells the public to eliminate him because he's just there as filler. Lan Zhan, I think he's a music coach in the reality TV show @lilassoleil

FOUND! 🧡 I Don't Want to Debut! by countingcr0ws (G, 56k, WangXian, Modern AU, Reality show, Idols, Actor LWJ, Forced Contestant WWX, Tencent's 2021 Idol Producer)

~*~

13. Hello! First, I really love the work you do. I'm looking for a fic I read and can't find it anymore. So it's Modern AU, set in high school. Wei Ying is a cheerleader who likes wearing skirts and Lan Zhan is athletic. They didn't like eachother if I'm not wrong but had a contractual relationship like fake dating(I think). The fic had beautiful fan art and in one of them Wei Ying wore a crop top and a cheerleader skirt. Thank you in advance. @mamaladeskies

FOUND! drop the game by martyrsdaughter (E, 28k, wangxian, modern, romantic comedy, fake/pretend relationship, sports, cheerleaders, flirting, sexual tension, dom/sub undertones, compulsory heterosexuality, crossdressing, dub con, under-negotiated kink, consensual non-con)

~*~

14. The fic has Jiang Cheng preserving Wei Wuxian and Jiang Yanli's body, a magical plant and coffin used. this was a oneshot on ao3. but Wei Wuxian definitely had and older sibling vibe when he got suspicious on what Jiang Cheng was doing. @eclipse-summer

~*~

15. Hey, kinda a weird req, but I’m trying to find this wangxian fic where WW pretty much manages to get a dildo stick in his butt, and then he an LW have to go to the hospital to get it removed. Think it was modern au. Tysm for the help!

FOUND? can you feel it by lanzhancore (E, 5k, WangXian, Modern AU, Awkward Sexual Situations, Established Relationship, Hospitals, Slice of Life, Fluff and Humor, Idiot Lovers, Crack Treated Seriously)

~*~

16. Hiii, for the next fic finder, there was a wei ying/lan zhan fic where they had a relationship around shibari + bondage and nhs tricked wy into walking right up to lz at a party and asking him to tie him up - it turned out that lz had always been super exclusive he had just been pining for wy from afar and agreed to do it and the rest is beautifully written, emotionally literate history. I read it about 17 thousand times but didn't bookmark or download it like a fool!! If its been deleted, does anyone know if the author is fine with people privately sharing? @lockandkeay

FOUND! Ember burning low by wanderingflame (E, 62k, WangXian, LXC/NMJ, BDSM, Dominant LWJ, Submissive WWX, Bottom LWJ, Kink Negotiation, Kink Exploration, Sensation Play, Kneeling, Rope Bondage, Aftercare, Non-Sexual D/s scenes, Non-Sexual Submission, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Public Scene (Non-Sexual), Minor Retrograde Amnesia, safe words, Use of Safe Words, JC is not the most understanding when it comes to BDSM, Orgasm Delay, Porn with Feelings)

~*~

17. Hi!! Hoping that you can help me coz I’m really desperate rn 🥹🤧. I’m looking for a Xichen x Jiang Cheng fanfic where they had a daughter but lxc didn’t know cos he was in seclusion after the death of meng yao and when he got out of seclusion he help this little girl on the streets and the girl brought him to lotus pier to thank him and that’s when he found out the girl was Jiang Chengs daughter. 🥹 I’ve been looking for this everywhere but I can’t find it, please help me 😭🙏. Thank youuu @zosansss-blog

~*~

18. Hiiiii! I hope you all are well! Boy it’s been a long time since I was here. I finally learned how to bookmark so I was not losing track *that* much, but today I was bored and tried to channel my inner MY/JGY and read at work. (Without logging to my account because i don’t want to give my co-workers another reason to think I am crazy).

But back to reason, i need your help lovelies. I am looking for a fic. LQR can read music and he bumped into NMJ and he heard the Turmoil song. He thinks LXC is poisoning him so he goes and ask WWX for help and basically it was a major Canon Divergence. That is where i had to close the tab. I would really appreciate all the help. THANK YOU!!

FOUND? Polyphonic by nirejseki (Not Rated, 14k, NMJ/LXC, WangXian, LXC & LQR & LWJ, WIP, odd abilities, Family Drama, Investigations)

~*~

19. Hi! I'm looking for a fic where the best way I can describe it is WWX has a magic sex toy that is keyed into his own body which LWJ then confiscates and later uses not knowing it's keyed to WWX. I believe it's during the CR arc but not sure how the fic was tagged so haven't been able to pull it up and I don't remember much beyond that. Thanks for all you do!

FOUND? 🔒 The Golden Cutsleeve by syrus_jones (E, 77k, WangXian, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff and Crack, Humor, Aged-Up Character(s), WWX POV, WWX is a gremlin, Internally Screaming LWJ, No Sunshot Campaign, First Times, Accidental Sex, Masturbation, PWP, Porn with Feelings, WWX experimenting with things he shouldn’t like always, Happy Ending, Porn With Plot)

~*~

20. Hi! Thank you for your hard work! I'm looking for 2 fics today, but I really want to find the first one. A) It's arranged marriage fic, LWJ is some sort of royalty. After the wedding (I think?) WWX is sent to live in a separate palace (?) He and the Wens (I can't remember why they're there) start a farm to make money (and have food?) to fix up the palace which I think was in some state of disrepair. Eventually he LWJ notices and starts to send gifts and such. I feel like there's something about a dragonfruit? But maybe that's a different fic?

B) The second one I'm looking for is a modern mob au, wwx asks lwj to watch a plant and then disappears for a year, or something like that. I'm sure I probably found it on here, but I must be overlooking it @iluvshikamaru

Hi! 20a is definitely sowing seeds in the cold palace! Thank you so much, it was driving me crazy!

20b is not lightning in a bottle, but it was a delight to read so ty for the suggestion! I seem to remember that jc shows up to kidnap lz at some point, and that lz was also part of the mob/mafia but has retired from it?

20A)

NOT FOUND! The Legend of Moonflower by JJSIN2020 (E, 135k, wangxian, 3zun, A/B/O, Emperor LWJ, LWJ FUCKS, he has a whole harem of male omegas so of course he does, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Beta LXC, Omega JC, Omega XY, Omega XXC, omega SS, Omega OYZZ, Beta NHS, Mpreg, Wolves, Angst with a Happy Ending, Imperial China, Character Death, Fighting, Blood)

FOUND! 我的皇后是農民 | sowing seeds in the cold palace by sweetlolixo (E, 84k, WangXian, Imperial Palace, Emperor LWJ, Imperial Consort WWX, Farmer WWX, Angst, Romance, Wingman LJY, Wife-chasing-LWJ, Arranged Marriage, Best Boy A-Yuan)

20B)

NOT FOUND! lightning in a bottle by bigbabyjeno (E, 10k, WangXian, Modern AU, Photographer LWJ, Wedding Crasher WWX, Erotic Palm Reading, Fluff and Smut) fun fact I remembered the fic and that it was a ficus plant and the fic came up when I searched ficus 🤣

FOUND! See What I've Become by Vamillepudding (T, 24k, WangXian, Mob, YLLZ WWX, Hurt/Comfort, LWJ Needs a Hug, Sickfic, Protective WWX)

~*~

[moonydustx]

ONE PIECE

requests here | rules and guides | more content

Oneshots and requests

valid for single stories or single requests, if there is a part 2, they will be reallocated.

○ Lighting up - Sanji x F!Reader - smut, porn with no plot

○ The Cake - Sanji x F!Reader - fluff

○ Can I be your favorite? - Law x F!Reader - smut

○ Good Medicine - Law x F!Reader - fluff, sick F!Reader

○ Feeling loved - Law x F!Reader - fluff

○ The isolated - Law x F!Reader - idiots who don't know how to show their feelings, wrong use of DF, certainly medical errors.

○ Heartache - Law x F!Reader - angst with no happy ending. Unrequited feelings on both sides.

○ The Bear and The Target - Law x F!Reader - requested, super fluff

○ The diagnosis - Law x F!Reader - angst with a happy ending.Hurt/Comfort, main focus is Law with your daughter, Rosi

○ The phoenix and the dove - Marco x F!Reader - angst, hurt/comfort

○ I look better under you - Zoro x F!Reader - smut

○ A not so friendly friend - Zoro x F!Reader - jealousy, protective zoro, fluff and a litte smut

○ We've been hurtin', but it's happy hour - Ace x F!Reader - A little angst and a little spicy at the end, best friends to lovers (based in bodyguard by beyoncé)

○ Who breaks first? - Ace x F!Reader - NSFW smut, kinda of dom!F!reader e sub!, sweet boy Ace

○ Alligator Tears - Crocodile x F!Reader - Smut, angst with no happy ending.

Multi-Chapters

valid for stories with more than one chapter, but about the same character

○ The Night Cook - Sanji x F! Reader - fluff

Part 01 - Part 02

○ A not so funny story - Trafalgar D. Law x F! Reader - angst, fluff

Part 01 - Part 02 - Part 03 (NSFW)

○ The proposal - Trafalgar D. Law x F! Reader - fluff, law its a sweetheart here

Part 01 - Part 02 - Part 03

○ How does it feel? (part 1) - Trafalgar D. Law x F! Reader - smut

○ How does it taste? (part 2)- Trafalgar D. Law x F! Reader - smut

Multi-characters

Pregnant F!Reader x OP Boys - Zoro, Ace and Luffy - Mihawk, Lucci and Crocodile - Shanks, Rayleigh and Law - Kid, Law (pt.2) - Killer and Marco

Kunoichi F!Reader x Law and Zoro

Disney / Fairy Tale with OP Boys

Romantic moment being interrupt - F!Reader x Zoro, Ace, Luffy, Law, Crocodile, King and Smoker (placed individually)

Scenarios or stories without titles

○ Crocodile x F!Reader NSFW - smut

○ Law x F!Reader - mention of pain/migraine. Law is a great boyfriend and doctor, as always.

○ Law x F! Reader NSFW - short story, NSFW smut, poorly written and poorly revised

○ Zoro x F!Reader NSFW - very brief mentions of smut, hidden relationship between the two of you.

○ Law x F!Reader - fluff, Law tries one of the reader's hobbies and fails, probably poorly crocheted,

○ Sabo x F!Reader - injury reader, injury Sabo. Fluff.

[liteyagummy]

𝖰𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖮𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 2

TW: yandere behavior, cnc, r4pe, abductor and captor, (the characters are aged up let’s just act like they stayed in dorms so everyone is around 19-20) NSFW

ignore any typos please and thank you, this is one of the longer ones so sit back and grab a snack ||fem reader nothing specified but gender and quirk

(let me know if you enjoy longer or shorter stories!)

your palms sweat as you’re nervous to walk back inside the classroom after weeks.. no MONTHS of absence.. you were unaware of all the cover ups kirishima had dished out you closed your eyes and sighed walking in the class just having a moment to discuss what Aizawa had just told them for todays lesson

Kiri right behind you, he was never going to let you guys sneak around and hide your relationship.. even before he was very open with his friends about how he felt about you just clearly never told him the plan of KIDNAPPING but.. nonetheless, your friends instantly bolted up to you, Jiro, hagakure, and midorya along with other but you weren’t too close to class A even though you transferred in your friends were mainly in class 1B but 1A was very nice to you still

“hey y/n how was your work study!” midorya said with his notebook out with a pen behind his ear

“yea! did you fight anyone outside of training??” denki chimed in

“did you learn any new moves??” Uraraka asked

“i doubt it’d be anything better than mine.” bakugo said from the side of the class having been shouting at sero about the assignment they’d just gotten.. after you looked at kiri confusedly he smiled brightly his red hair sticking up and his sharp teeth showing “y/n actually JUST got dropped off, im sure she’s tired maybe let’s ask about it later at lunch! as of now what are we doing in class?” he raised a brow as he guides you by your hips to your seat everyone seeing this, the girls giggling and the guys having a slight look of shock to their face you just sat down, even though he was lying through his teeth. he was right you were tired you weren’t used to waking up for school anymore you forsure had to get back into your routine

“we’re meeting up with class 1b, we’re going to be doing training together again.. i’m not sure why? it’s pretty random but” tsuyu said

“then again when isn’t our class assignments random” momo chimed in

“regardless we should start getting prepared we don’t want to be late and give class 1B another reason to dislike our class” ida said

after getting ready you walked next to the girls talking with them catching up as you entered the new training dome the old faces flooding back but one standing out.. who was he? you were never IN class 1b you would just meet them separately when walking around.. you’d thought you met everyone already but clearly not

“y/n!” kendo waved with a smile “where have you been girl” she asked as she put a hand on her hip to talk to you while also watching out for her classmates mouth

“oh i had- a last minute work study.. i um, since i came to the hero course late i needed to get that out of the way” you lied on your toes

she nodded “you’ll have to tell me about it! how cool is it that we get to train together “ she continues the conversation but honestly you were zoning in and out of it.. you were curious about the man you’d never seen before

“who is that” you accidentally cut her off while motioning to this guy

“oh that’s tetsu tetsu” she looked to him and then called him over, your cheeks started to get read as he was running over kirishima took a break from talking to his friends to look and see what you were up to, as he saw tetsutetsu running up to you he stood on guard

Kendo heard her classmate start to get a little too chatty, she excused herself walking straight over to monoma and snatching him up apologizing for him yet again

you were alone with this steel man infront of you.. he spoke starting the conversation off with a smile and trying to get to know you, you entertained it truthfully this made kirishima’s blood boil he tried to keep his composure not wanting to blow up here and now. why did this guy think he could talk to his babe?? you were HIS and HIS only not to be shared or easily acceded, he walked over with a fake smile and butted into your conversation, you looked at kiri then tetsutetsu.. then back again.. then again. why the hell were they so similar? kiri wrapped his arm around you “ hey babe! are you ready to train hard! not harder than me because the manly thing to do would be to train the hardest “ he smiled you nodded “ honestly i’m probably the only one who really needs this extra training “ you shook your head, kiri used this opportunity to turn you away and walk you back to their side you noticed this “i- “ you turned back to tetsutetsu who was waving with a chuckle, kiri balled his fist up as you both were away now he’d taken you back to his friends and there you were again not knowing what was going on but somehow still in the middle of the conversation what with denki and kirishima pulling you in for your input on topics here and there how could you space out

as you all stood in your hero outfits you crossed your arms waiting then a loud alarm went off you covered your ears quickly as villains ran out, but they weren’t normal villains they were teachers pretending but man were they being destructive ida and kendo were quick to call out plays and plans each class following the instructions of the most trusted

you all were off quick, you wanted to be a sidekick.. something like hawks you wanted to make someone else make their way to greatness so your training was a but different, you ran in jumping through the sky at fast speeds and teleporting in mid air getting all the play civilians out the way of harm

kirishima followed behind you using his quirk to break any rubble that flew your way as he took down the villains guarding those who you had to save, as soon as you got everyone back you were on the guard to watch them, making sure no one was harmed or injured you stood up grabbing your long swords putting some of your quirk energy into them to make the weapon more powerful, you watched the door to the safe haven that held the civilians

before you could even look over a kick was sent your way sending you down, you blocked it at the last moment but couldn’t stop the momentum, looking down at your arms where the blow had landed now being a bit of red “fuck” you mumbled as you jumped up in the tree where you had been knocked down from

You crouch on a thick branch, hidden in the shadows of the training dome’s artificial forest. Your katanas are ready, the familiar weight grounding you as you listen for any sign of movement below. Mirko, the Rabbit Hero, is somewhere in the underbrush—fast, you know it. you saw her. she was playing the villain today. You knew she wouldn’t hold back.

Your Quirk hums with energy, primed for teleportation and high jumps. A snap of branches below signals her approach. You catch a glimpse of white—a flash of her ears—before she rockets upward, aiming directly for you. Instinct kicks in, and you teleport just as her powerful kick obliterates the branch you were perched on. You reappear on another limb, high above, your senses sharp.

Mirko grins as she spots you, her relentless speed closing the distance in an instant. You teleport again, keeping her guessing, your katanas flashing in the dim light as you strike from behind. She’s fast, but you’re quicker, anticipating her every move. There’s something more at stake today—a subtle caution in your movements, a reason to protect yourself with even greater precision.

As you battle Mirko, another clash unfolds in the training dome. Best Jeanist, acting as the “boss” villain, uses his Quirk to control the fibers around him, manipulating the environment to ensnare his opponents. Six students—Bakugo, Ashido, and Sero from Class 1A, along with Monoma, Tokage, and Kamakiri from Class 1B—face off against him.

Jeanist’s fibers snake through the simulated city, creating barriers and traps. Bakugo blasts through them with his explosions, shouting, “Outta my way, you damn extras!” His relentless energy sends shockwaves across the battlefield, but Jeanist adapts, tightening his grip.

Ashido melts the barriers with her acid, clearing paths, while Sero swings through the chaos with his tape. Monoma, ever the strategist, copies Sero’s Quirk, using it in tandem to bind Jeanist’s fibers. “We need to coordinate better!” Monoma urges.

Bakugo scoffs, “Like I’m taking orders from you, copycat!”

As the battle intensifies, Tokage splits her body into pieces, scattering around Jeanist to create distractions. Kamakiri slashes through the fibers with his blades, trying to cut a path forward. But Jeanist’s control is overwhelming, and the group struggles to gain ground.

In the midst of the chaos, Tokage yells, “Bakugo, we need your explosions to disrupt him! Sero, get ready to tie him down!”

Bakugo sneers, ��Don’t tell me what to do!”

Before Bakugo can argue further, Sero snaps at him, “Bakugo, focus! We won’t win if you don’t listen!”

Bakugo glares but knows Sero’s right. “Fine! But this better work!” he grumbles.

With a fierce explosion, Bakugo creates a massive shockwave that shakes the battlefield, forcing Jeanist to lose control of his fibers. Sero and Monoma act quickly, shooting their tape to bind Jeanist’s arms and legs. Tokage’s scattered body parts add confusion, while Kamakiri slashes through any fibers that attempt to regroup.

Ashido seizes the moment, dousing the area around Jeanist with her acid, weakening his defenses. Bakugo delivers a final, powerful blast, breaking through Jeanist’s control entirely.

Best Jeanist, impressed by their unexpected synergy, concedes, “Well done. You’ve shown real teamwork.”

The exercise ends with the announcement of their victory. The six students, panting but triumphant, exchange looks of pride. Bakugo scowls, though a hint of satisfaction lingers in his eyes. “Tch, you better not get used to me listening to you,” he mutters.

As the victorious team of students from Classes 1A and 1B stay on guard, the sounds of their fight ending echo faintly through the training dome. But in another part of the dome, your battle is far from over.

The clash between you and Mirko is intense, the training exercise pushing both of you to the limit

As she dodges and lunged again, you teleport above her, diving down with your katanas poised for a decisive strike. She barely has time to react, twisting to avoid the worst of it, but your blade still grazes her side. The impact sends you both tumbling through the branches, but you teleport just before hitting the ground, landing lightly as Mirko rolls to her feet.

She’s breathing hard, a grin of respect on her face. “You’re tough to pin down,” she admits, clearly impressed.

You lower your swords slightly, maintaining your focus. “Speed alone won’t win this,” you reply, your voice steady.

Mirko nods, hopping back with a look that says she’s noticed the change in your approach, even if she doesn’t understand it. “Keep fighting like that, and you’ll be unstoppable.”

As she gets away, you know the real challenge is just beginning. You’ve proven you’re more than ready for what’s ahead, your Quirk sharp, your resolve even sharper ready to hold your own in this damned class.

You make your way through the dense forest, each step feeling heavier than the last. The training dome’s artificial environment is convincing, but it’s the fatigue that’s all too real. You haven’t eaten anything today—only managed to keep down some water before throwing up this morning—but you push the discomfort aside. There’s still work to be done.

The small house where the civilians are sheltered comes into view, and you spot Kirishima at the entrance, standing guard. His eyes brighten when he sees you, and he quickly makes his way over. “Hey! You hanging in there?”

You nod, though the dizziness is getting harder to ignore. “Just checking on the civilians,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady. The last thing you want is for him to notice how worn out you’re feeling.

Kirishima gives you a once-over, his expression softening with concern. “You sure you’re okay? You don’t look too great.”

You force a smile. “Just tired. It’s been a rough morning.”

He frowns slightly, still not convinced. “You’ve been going nonstop. If you need to take a break, I can handle things here.”

The offer is tempting, but you shake your head. “I’ll be fine. I’ll grab something to eat at lunch.”

Together, you check on the civilians inside the house. They’re safe, which is a relief, but you can feel your energy fading fast. The lightheadedness intensifies, and you have to steady yourself against the doorframe as you step back outside.

The sun is warm, filtering through the leaves, but it does little to chase away the chill that’s starting to settle in your bones. You take a deep breath, hoping it’ll clear your head, but your vision blurs slightly. You blink hard, focusing on Kirishima’s steady presence beside you.

“Training’s almost over,” he says, glancing around. “Looks like 1A and 1B really pulled together.”

You nod, though even that small motion feels like it takes too much effort. The teamwork between the classes has paid off, and the announcement over the intercom confirms it. “Good work, everyone. Classes 1A and 1B, please return to the main building for lunch.”

Kirishima grins, giving you a thumbs-up. “We did it!”

You return the gesture weakly, your thoughts consumed by the idea of food. “Let’s head back,” you say, your voice softer than you intended.

As you walk toward the exit, Kirishima stays close, his eyes never leaving you. “Seriously, if you’re not feeling well, let me help. I’ll make sure you get to the cafeteria, okay?”

You manage a small sigh your head throbbing “ill be fine i swear it” you softly say

He smiles, but there’s an undercurrent of multiple different emotions but the main one , concern. that he doesn’t dare voice. You’re grateful for him even letting you out the dorm today, even if you can’t quite place why you’re feeling so off. Right now, all you can think about is getting something to eat and shaking off this strange weakness. you’ve used up your teleportation for the day. one of the main reasons you hardly use that quirk

The victory in the training exercise feels distant as you focus on making it back to the main building. Lunch is next, and you know you need to refuel. Whatever’s going on, you’ll figure it out later—after you’ve had a chance to rest and recover.

After the intense training exercise, the students head back to the main building for lunch. The atmosphere is lighter, filled with chatter and the clinking of trays. You and Kirishima, freshly changed and looking a bit worn, make your way to the cafeteria. His hand is firmly on your hip, a constant presence as he guides you through the crowd.

The usual suspects from Class 1A and 1B have already gathered, their voices mingling in a cacophony of post-training relief. Kirishima steers you toward an empty table, where Midoriya, Uraraka, Jiro, and others from both classes are waiting.

“Hey, y/n!” Midoriya greets enthusiastically, notebook and pen still in hand. “So, how was your work study? Kirishima mentioned it was pretty intense.”

“Yeah,” Uraraka chimes in, “did you get to face any villains or learn new techniques?”

Bakugo, sitting with his usual scowl, adds, “Hope it wasn’t just some fluff job. Better be something worth your time.”

Kirishima, his arm around you, smiles brightly. “It was definitely a challenging experience! But y/n’s been working hard and could use a break. Maybe we should save the details for another time?”

Denki, leaning forward, grins. “Come on, just a little teaser? Was it as crazy as the stuff we did today?”

You give a tired smile, thankful for Kirishima’s attempt to shift focus. “It was... pretty demanding. I learned a lot, though.”

Jiro tilts her head, still curious. “Kirishima made it sound like you were in the thick of it. Any cool stories?”

You nod slightly, glancing at Kirishima. “Maybe I’ll share more later. For now, I’m just looking forward to some food and a bit of rest.”

Kirishima chuckles, squeezing your shoulder gently. “Yeah, let’s focus on enjoying lunch. We all worked hard today.”

As you settle into your seat, Kirishima finally releases his grip, though his hand lingers close by. The group’s curiosity remains piqued, and Midoriya presses further. “Come on, y/n, just a bit more about your work study?”

You take a deep breath, smiling to keep up the pretense. “Alright, fine. There was this one moment I fought a hero pretending to be a villain. It was pretty intense. I used some of the techniques I picked up to keep up with her.”

“Really?” Uraraka leans in, eyes wide. “What happened?”

You nod, picking up your fork. “Well, I was up against Mirko, the Rabbit Hero. She’s incredibly fast. I had to rely on my teleportation and high jumps to stay out of her reach. There was one time I was perched in a tree, and she charged at me. I teleported just before she reached me and struck from above. It was a close call.”

Jiro looks impressed. “Sounds like you had to stay on your toes. Did you use any new moves or strategies?”

You nod, keeping the details vague. “Yeah, I combined some of the techniques I’d been working on. Like using my teleportation to disorient her and then hitting her with a surprise attack. It wasn’t exactly easy, but I managed to pull through.”

Bakugo, with a skeptical look, mutters, “Sounds like you didn’t learn anything new but just got to show off your usual tricks.”

You shrug, a smirk playing on your lips. “You could say that. Sometimes it’s just about using what you’ve already mastered in new ways.”

Kirishima grins, relieved by the change of topic. “Well, whatever you did, it must have been impressive. I’m just glad you’re back and in one piece.”

The conversation shifts, with everyone eager to share their own experiences from the training. As you enjoy your meal, you let yourself relax, the warmth of the cafeteria and the friendly banter a welcome contrast to the day’s earlier chaos.

As the group finishes classes up and heads back to their dorms, you and Kirishima make your way to your “shared” dorm. The atmosphere in the hall is relaxed, filled with the casual chatter of students winding down after the day’s training.

When you finally reach the door to your room, Kirishima’s usual easygoing smile fades, replaced by a more serious expression. You notice the change, but before you can ask, he opens the door and ushers you inside.

The moment the door clicks shut, Kirishima’s demeanor shifts from jovial to intense. He turns to face you, his brows furrowed.

“Hey, what was that back there with Tetsutetsu?”

You look up, startled. “What do you mean?”

“You seemed pretty chummy with him,” Kirishima says, his voice edged with frustration. “He was all over you, and you didn’t exactly push him away.”

You quickly try to defuse the situation. “It wasn’t like that. He was just being friendly.”

Kirishima’s expression hardens. “Friendly? You were practically cornered by him. I saw the way he looked at you. I don’t like it.”

You shake your head, trying to explain.

“Kirishima, it’s nothing. We were just talking in barely even know the guy.”

His frustration doesn’t wane. “It’s not just about him. It’s about how he was acting like he had some claim over you, and it bothered me.”

Seeing his anger, you try to reassure him. “Kiri, it really was nothing. I wasn’t interested in him. He was just a bit too forward, and I was trying to be polite.”

“bullshit so laughing and talking and blushing is being polite.” he looked away growing more annoyed with the situation. “y/n don’t- make me.. do something i don’t want to.. it won’t be very heroic.” he said as he walked into the dorm more going to his closet to take his close off and change

you worried about that statement.. what did he mean..?

whatever he meant this anger needed to go somewhere.

“y/n.” he called from the bedroom..

PART 1 (part 3 coming soon)

[daydreaming-en-pointe]

the swan and her princess (part 1)

summary: Swan Lake isn’t all beauty and grace, contrary to popular belief. And you experience firsthand that as you wage a one-sided war with your “rival” for the role of the Swan Princess, Odette.

pairing: Gwen Stacy (Spider-Woman) x fem!Ballerina!Reader

word count: 842

warnings: uses of Y/N, lots of ballet terms and references, the teacher displaying blatant favouritism ig?, mildly petty reader 💀

a/n: I finally got around to doing it! yay :D academic rivals to lovers ftw honestly

gearing up for my first official chapter-based fanfic WHOOOOOOOOO

dividers by me btw! it’s my first time doing dividers so any feedback would be appreciated <3

part 1 // part 2 (pending)

glossary:

Swan Lake: Swan Lake, Op. 20, is a ballet composed by Russian composer Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky in 1875–76. It is now one of the most popular ballets of all time. The ballet is based on a German fairy tale, and tells the story of a prince named Siegfried who falls in love with Odette, a princess who has been turned into a swan by an evil sorcerer

Odette: Odette is the main female protagonist in the ballet "Swan Lake," which is composed by Pyotr Tchaikovsky. She is the White Swan, also known as the Swan Princess/Swan Queen.

Anna Pavlova: Anna Pavlovna Pavlova was a Russian prima ballerina of the late 19th and the early 20th centuries. She was a principal artist of the Imperial Russian Ballet and the Ballets Russes of Sergei Diaghilev. (basically, every ballerina’s idol)

first position: In the first position, the heels are together, with toes turned out until the feet are in a large, open V or a straight line.

relevé: Relevé is a French term meaning "raised up." It is one of the basic ballet moves. The dancer starts in a demi-plié (a move where the dancer bends their knees halfway while keeping their feet on the ground) and then rises up into demi-pointe (on the balls of the feet) or en pointe (on the toes), either on one foot or both feet.

“Let’s take it from the top, Y/N. More turned out this time. And your ‘wings’ aren’t flowy enough. You are the very Swan Princess, not a struggling cygnet. You die gracefully.”

You blew air threw your nose a little more forcefully than you usually would, trying your best to follow your ballet teacher’s instructions.

“Ah, Gwendolyn! So nice of you to join us.”

That statement was usually used sarcastically in most settings. So why did your teacher’s voice take on a note of adoration? You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, not even looking at the new arrival. All she ever did was drop into class half an hour late - without even doing her hair in a proper bun - and get showered with praises for everything she did. Always Gwen this, Gwen that. You were so sick of it.

“Gwen, if you decide to try out, you would be a perfect fit for the White Swan,” Your teacher eagerly told her, and your ‘flowy feathers’ tightened into fists. Just brilliant. In her eyes, you had no chance at Odette, did you? Once again, Gwendolyn Stacy would swoop in and snatch up something you had worked so hard for, spending hours upon hours on late nights at the studio practising alone, all because the teacher thought she was the next Anna Pavlova. But every time, you bit your tongue and kept your head down. One day, you would show them. You would show them all how good you were. And little Gwendolyn Stacy, the number one teacher’s pet, would watch and weep.

You cleared your throat to jolt your teacher out of her rambling. “Miss? My audition?”

She blinked as if she were just noticing you. “Ah, right. Yes, you may continue.”

You were ready to hurl your pointe shoes at both of their annoying faces, but you focused on making yourself extra turned out and extra graceful. Oh, how the tables would turn when you got this role.

You risked a glance out of the corner of your eye and noticed with a smug satisfaction that Gwen was staring at you, eyes wide. Completely enthralled.

Ha-ha, Gwendolyn Stacy. Look upon actual, hard-earned talent and despair.

You finished the Dying Swan - the Swan Lake piece you were doing for your audition - and bowed, standing in first position with your head held high.

“Thank you, Y/N. That was very nice. Everyone, let’s get started. Get your shoes on and get into your positions at the barre, please.”

Ugh, the barre positions. Your arch-nemesis, apart from a certain Gwen Stacy. Well, maybe not apart from her, since your barre position was right in front of her.

“One, two, three, four - hold, two, three four…”

You tuned out the voice of your ballet teacher; the exercise was purely muscle memory to you by now, and her voice was only distracting you at the moment.

“Hey, Y/N.”

You were pulled out of your intense focus by the voice behind you. Once you realised who it was, you had to resist the urge to scoff. “What is it?”

“I, uh… I just wanted to say that you did amazing. It was very graceful. You’ll make a good White Swan.” That almost made you lose your balance in a relevé and twist your ankle, because what?

Gwen Stacy thought that you’d get the role?

Oh. That was new.

Or maybe it wasn’t, and you were just imagining the whole ‘undeserving slacker’ thing and painting her as the bad guy…?

You almost giggled at that. Nah. This was definitely some ploy to get you to relax a little, to stop practising almost obsessively. Yeah, she was just trying to ensure you weren’t a threat. The moment you let down your guard, she would snatch up the role of Odette. You just knew it. Well, she could try all she wanted; you would not make it easy for her.

“Oh, I know,” You replied coolly, ending the exercise with everyone else and turning to offer her a politely bored smile. “But thank you.”

Gwen’s smile dropped a little and her eyebrows scrunched together slightly, her piercings glinting in the studio’s warm light. “Okay, well… I’ll see you around, I guess.”

She reached down and grabbed her duffel bag, unceremoniously dropping her teal pointe shoes into the mess of clothes and who knows what else she kept in it.

You kept your eyes on her until she disappeared out the studio’s door after a quick goodbye to the teacher. She was like a ghost, always appearing and flickering out just as quickly as one. And somehow always getting away with it, every single time. Not to mention… she was also somehow really good. Despite missing classes and coming late.

“Remember, class. Now that I’ve seen all your auditions, the roles will be up next week. Don’t be late,” your teacher called as you all left the building.

You kissed your teeth in annoyance. Yeah, don’t be late. Unless you’re Gwen Stacy.

Good grief, that girl would be the death of you.

Taglist: (reply to be added!)

@hobiebrownismygod @l0starl @therealloopylupin2099

[redyarns]

caught in the undertow

Chapter: 2/?

Rating: E

Relationship(s): Megatron/Orion Pax, Megatron/Optimus Prime, Sentinel Prime/Bumblebee

Summary:

When Megatron, leader of the rebellion, escaped from prison, everybot knew one thing, and one thing only: he stole an innocent with him.

---

"I'm not a sheep, how dare you!" Orion hissed, bristling at the insult.

"Oh, really?" Megatron drawled. His red optics glanced up again, and Orion's glossa went dry.

Scrap.

Who knew the cruel and ruthless leader of the blasphemous rebellion was so... handsome?

Story: Start!

Act I, Scene II: Don’t Touch This Aft

“Ow!” 

“Oops! Sorry, Orion.” 

“It’s okay, Bee. Just - Sentinel!”

“Woops.” Sentinel’s voice was dry and impatient as his servo, big enough to easily pick and toss Orion, pushed directly onto his aft, which nearly sent him sprawling across the metal floor of the vent. “Sorry.” 

“Sorry my exhaust pipe,” Orion grumbled, and he shuffled forward some more, wincing as he felt a few sparks emit from where his patella joints dug a little too harshly into the sides of the vent, but by the time both Bee and Sentinel pushed forward his pedes, he was completely inside. 

The vent was definitely not big, at least not for someone Sentinel's size or even a regular guard, but Orion was small enough to make it work. It was a bit too tight and his patellas were already going numb, but when he experimentally wiggled forward and crawled, he could move with relative ease. 

“Orion? You okay?” Bee's voice, now muffled and behind him, drifted through the little empty space around Orion as he began to shuffle forward, attempting to emit as minimum noise as possible. 

“I’m okay.” Orion called back. “Comm me where to go. It's dark and I left my headlight back in my berth.” 

“He's a miner and he left his headlight behind?” Sentinel muttered to himself. 

Orion rolled his optics, readjusted his shoulder plates, and kept moving. 

It was disgustingly dusty and grimey in the vent. He could already envision the nice, hot solvent shower he would take as soon as he and the others escaped, and he grimaced when he felt something get lodged in between the seams of his digits. 

But it didn’t matter to him. He was this close to Megatron, a figure who no doubt would have tried to kill him in any other circumstance. Actually, there was a good chance that he would try to kill Orion even now, and the thought almost made him laugh. 

Well, either way, it didn’t matter. It wasn’t like Orion had any weapons on his frame, and he didn’t even have a cog to transform and roll away. If, by some chance, the rebellion leader somehow did “rip apart the bars like he did diamonds”, then Orion supposed Sentinel and Bee would finally be right about something. 

Private Comm Link (ID: #350183): Two Idiots and One Prime

Incoming message… 

DES: B-127 (Alias: Bee) - ID: B-127-003025

:: This is definitely the craziest thing you’ve ever done, Orion. Make sure to take a selfie when you find him! :: 

DES: Sentinel - ID: SN-402021 

:: What?? Orion, do not get a selfie, if there’s even a little bit of evidence that we were here, Ultra isn’t going to just beat my aft to screws, he’s going to hang yours in his office! ::

DES: Orion Pax - ID: OP-001628

:: Sen, chill, I’m not going to take a selfie. Probably. ::

DES: Sentinel - ID: SN-402021

:: I give up. I seriously give up. ::

DES: B-127 (Alias: Bee) - ID: B-127-003025

:: Orion! Do you see the fork? Make sure to take a right. After that, you’ll be right on top of him. ::

“On top of him?” Orion muttered out loud as his crawl slowed down to a stop as he came upon the fork that Bee mentioned. Going right immediately yielded something different, like he was pushing himself into a whole new area. He shivered, his sensors warning him that the temperature had dropped at least several celsius. 

His frame rattled with the cold, and when he ex-vented, he was surprised to see a small fog of condensation waft around him before reluctantly disappearing. So his sensors weren’t faulty, then, and it was definitely way colder here than where he had been before. 

Why was the temperature difference so abrupt? 

He squinted as he saw something up ahead. It was a small thing of light, broken evenly into thin strips, and so dim that his optics almost missed it. Another vent graft, he realized, though this time, underneath him rather than in front. 

He crawled towards it, curious to see if he could find the reason for why it was so cold, and his optics blinked several times to adjust to the slight difference in light as he placed his servos on either side of the vent and looked down. 

He vented sharply. 

What he had just stumbled upon had not, in fact, been a hallway or another security room like he’d thought. No, he thought. This was a cell. 

Cell 99. And right in the middle of it… 

Megatron, he almost gasped out, but he barely stopped his voicebox in time, and instead, a slight, near undetectable squeak of static escaped him as he stared down in disbelief at what he had worked so hard towards since that evening. 

The leader of the rebellion was… sitting. He had one leg propped up with an arm on top of it, though it was easy to see the servo-suppressants that glowed dimly with blue energon wrapped firmly around his wrists. His armor plating was a shining silver color, though matted with scrapes, cuts, and - Orion swallowed - old, dried energon. 

He wondered whose energon that once belonged to. An innocent Cybertronian once again at the unyielding servos of the rebellion? The thought made his spark pulse with disgust, and he turned his helm to the side, venting slowly before he slid his optics back to observe the rebel. 

Megatron was large, though that was a pretty lame way to put it. He was probably as tall as Sentinel, which was a bit alarming to think about, since Sentinel was easily the tallest bot that Orion knew aside from Ultra Magnus himself. But unlike Sentinel, who had more aristocratic features than anything, it was clear that Megatron was anything but. 

His shoulder plating was large and thick, and so were his arms. They bulged with cables and wires, a testament to his abnormal strength that Bee had been so scared of, and his chassis moved slowly with his vents. 

For a moment, Orion thought he was in recharge cycle, which filled him with more relief than he wanted to admit, but he froze, his joints locking in place and his gears abruptly stopping out of the fear that jolted his spark when there was the unmistakable sound of a voice that wasn’t his. 

“I didn’t survive all these vorns due to poor sensors,” Megatron said. “Come out, vermin.” 

His voice wasn’t… unpleasant. Actually, it was rather nice, soft and deep, tickling Orion’s audials when he thought too much about it. It was shocking, actually - all this time, Orion had simply assumed that Megatron’s monstrous presence equaled itself in his voicebox, as well. 

If anything, Megatron didn’t sound monstrous. He just sounded contemplative. 

With a small shake of his helm, Megatron stirred. He didn’t move from his position propped up against the wall, but from within the poorly lit cell, there was a new source of light, a red color that made Orion’s energon pump through him with urgency as adrenaline hummed within his veins. 

Meticulously, Megatron looked around himself, though he didn’t seem that alarmed about the idea that someone was watching him. In fact, he simply seemed bored, and the idea was perpetuated with the way he lazily tilted his helm and muttered, “where are you?” 

Orion twitched. There was no way Megatron would figure out where he was. After all, he wasn’t near the bars, and that was where the leader was mostly staring at. And if Orion had ever learned anything during his vorns online, it was that bots had a notoriously hard time looking up. So as long as Orion didn’t make a sound, then - 

“Ah. There you are.” 

This time, he couldn’t stop the sound that escaped his derma when red, glowing optics snapped up and stared intensely right at the vent. 

Throughout Orion’s life, he had never seen optics that color before. Sure, there were cosmetic procedures that the aristocrats sometimes went under, but he had only ever seen colors like light green or pale pink to better match paint jobs. This red, a color that Orion had only ever seen in the city lights of Iacon, threatened to burn him where he lied, and his spark beat dangerously fast in his chassis. 

It distressed him to think how attractive the rebellious leader was. His face sculpture was perfect, strong and accentuated by the rims of a helm that outlined his cheek plates. His derma were set in a firm, straight line, as if he were thinking, but his expression wasn’t particularly harsh, just monotone. 

He was handsome. Devastatingly so, actually, and Orion wanted to kill himself for thinking it. 

“Well?” Megatron asked. He raised his optic ridges when there was no reply, though for some reason, that seemed to amuse him. He ex-vented a small huff that borderlined a chuckle, and he said, “I see. Come to make a spectacle of me? I knew you council sheep lacked honor, but this is just entertainment for me by this point.” 

“I’m not a sheep,” Orion hissed on impulse. He almost clasped a servo to his derma in shock. He hadn’t meant to reply, but he knew just how much of an issue he had with anybot looking down on him, which was bad because this bot wasn’t any bot, it was fragging Megatron. 

But Megatron didn’t get angry. 

Instead, he simply huffed again, and his optics, unwavering and unrelenting, continued to stare up as he drawled, “oh, really?” 

Orion’s glossa went dry as his energon pumps continued to work into overdrive, desperately trying to warm him up as embarrassment and indignation worked in tandem to bring a blush to his faceplates. It was a shock to feel so warm in the cold environment, and he struggled for a moment, words caught in his voicebox as he fell silent. 

Megatron snorted. It was a noise Orion never would have expected to come from some bot like him, and the rebel tilted his helm slightly, as if trying to get a different angle for his optics, which began to trace the outline of the vent, as if memorizing the dimensions of it. 

“Strategic,” Megatron said slowly, his gaze never once stopping as he continued to brush over the perimeter like it utterly fascinated him. “You’re at an angle where I can’t see you. And you’re able to look down on me. Aha, though perhaps that’s what you’re really after, sheep. To glare down at me like the scum you think I am.” 

“Why do you call me that?” Orion demanded. Once again, unable to help himself, and once again, knowing that he was dangerously treading along a line that he should not have toed. But he didn’t care - the casual, nonchalant way Megatron insulted him was enough to bristle anyone’s paint, not just Orion’s. At least, that was what he told himself. 

Megatron shrugged. It was a one-shoulder movement and his optics fixated right in the middle of the grate again. Even though Orion had heard from Megatron himself that he couldn’t see what he looked like, it still unnerved him greatly that the mech’s gaze was so intensely pointed right at him. 

He shivered. He couldn’t tell if it was from the cold or because of something else. 

“I don’t like to lie, sheep,” Megatron said. “Vermin who like to do nothing more than lick the council’s boots are but flies to me.” 

Orion gritted his dentae. “You have a strong conviction for someone who has his own herd of sheeps.” 

This, at last, drew a reaction from Megatron that wasn’t passing boredom. His optics, which had been humming low with red light, blazed for a klik, and for that moment, Orion could at last understand why exactly this bot was locked up in the most fortified prison their planet had to offer. 

This bot, Megatron, was dangerous.  

“Watch what you say, council vermin,” Megatron growled. He smirked then, a ghost of a smug smile glossing over his derma, and the look was so unexpected and yet at the same time, so fitting on his facial plates that Orion couldn’t do anything but stare. “Hah, to think I’m so bored, that I’m entertaining the likes of you. This imprisonment will kill me faster than your execution will.” 

“Execution?” Orion repeated. “That’s a bold thing to assume.” 

Megatron did not look impressed. “Your oh-so-beloved council wants my helm on a pike, sheep. You’re simply deluding yourself if you think otherwise.” 

Orion fisted his servos and angrily ignored the warning in his vision that said he was cutting off energon circulation in his digits. He had encountered many difficult bots in his life, with Darkwing probably at the top of that list, but Megatron somehow had a way of grinding his gears and making him feel like an idiot on top of that boiling anger. 

There were too many things wrong with Megatron, Orion decided. His blatant disrespect for the High Covenant was more than enough to grate on Orion’s already lit nerves, but the arrogance, the nonchalant speak of execution as if it wasn’t a life they were talking about. Sure, it was Megatron’s life, but that blatant disregard for sentience was exactly why Orion despised him and his rebellion. 

“The council has a due process that makes every trial fair and equal.” Orion argued, his processor furiously bringing up countless different trials he had witnessed on projection over his vorns alive. All of them had been assigned an attorney, faced the council and jury, and whatever the council judged, it had always been in conjunction with said jury, not against. “You can’t just assume that - “ 

“Oh, yes, due process, blah, blah, blah,” Megatron said. Orion closed his jaw with a clack, wanting nothing more than to punch the rebel’s face when he simply tilted his helm again and smirked. That infuriating, crooked, stupid smirk that, to Orion’s horror, only made him even more handsome than ever. “The council can do no wrong in your optics, can they?” 

Orion was speechless. 

“Ultra Magnus, great leader of Iacon, infallible to things us mortal bots can never resist the temptation of,” Megatron continued, his voice so thick with sarcasm that it made Orion’s audials ring with disbelief. Megatron hummed, contemplated for a klik, and said, “let me guess. You worship him, you think he’s the next Prime coming, all those ridiculous sentiments that you bots can never seem to shake.” 

“He’s a greater bot than you’ll ever be,” Orion said coldly. His anger simmered at the back of his glossa and his molar dentae, tangy and tasting a bit too much like energon when he bit back the rest of his insult. He would not stoop to Megatron’s level. It was clearer than ever that the rebel was mocking him, trying to goad him into a fight, which Orion should have realized sooner, since of course somebot like Megatron only cared about fighting with the very first bot he’s seen in however many solar cycles he’d been here. 

“We’ll see, sheep.” Megatron practically purred. The words caressed Orion’s audials in a way that he felt shameful of, and he ducked his helm, shaking slightly where he sat as he vented sharply and swallowed around the sudden rock near his voicebox. 

The bewilderment that continued to circle through Orion’s processor was so distracting that he almost jumped when there was a notification that somebot was trying to reach him through comms, and he was stupefied by what he saw. 

Private Comm Link (ID: #350183): Two Idiots and One Prime

Incoming message…

DES: B-127 (Alias: Bee) - ID: B-127-003025

:: OIRNOA GET OU FO THERNE ::

:: THEHYR COMIMNG SOON HURRH ::

DES: Orion Pax - ID: OP-001628

:: What???? :: 

DES: Sentinel - ID: SN-402021

:: Orion, you need to get out of there, NOW. The guards are changing shifts and we can’t be here when that happens since they’ll be swapping the live feed bot, too. HURRY YOUR AFT UP. ::

“Slag it.” Orion breathed. “Now? Already?” 

“Hmm,” Megatron said from below him. Finally, he broke his unrelenting gaze from the graft, and instead, his optics drifted down towards the bars of his cells again, listening for a klik before saying, “I assume whoever assisted you to get you in here just told you that the guards are coming. They’re right.” 

Orion flushed. “Screw you.” 

Megatron laughed. It was a surprisingly light sound, a brief noise that escaped his derma more than anything, but a laugh nonetheless. He squinted his optics up at Orion one last time, and he said, “go. Your council won’t be kind if they find you here.” 

Orion nodded, even if Megatron couldn’t see it. He hesitated. And then: “Goodbye, Megatron.”

“Goodbye, sheep,” Megatron murmured. His optics glinted. 

Orion looked away, muttered a curse, and began to shimmy back from where he went. 

“Finally!” Sentinel practically hissed as he bent down low to the vent, and didn’t even wait for Orion to finish climbing out. Instead, he simply reached in and grabbed the miner gently around the waist, and hauled him to his side, where on the other end of his chassis, Bee waved at Orion. “What the frag took you so long!” 

“What was he like, Orion?” Bee urged as Sentinel immediately began to fly off, weaving expertly over the various guard bots that began to stream the halls, their own conversations muffling their own. “What was he like?” 

Orion couldn’t stop staring over his shoulder, where the surveillance room, and therefore Megatron, was left behind. 

The warmth of the rest of the building was surprisingly unwelcome on his paint, and he couldn’t help but shudder lightly as he recalled the frost that had clung to the vent, and the scarlet irises of a bot who was unapologetically blasphemous and reveled in it. 

“He was… everything everybot said he was,” Orion said lamely. 

And somehow more. He thought privately. 

Slag. 

Act I, Scene III: Look At Me, I’m Pickle Rick(s)!

“Come on, come on! Tell me again what he said!” 

“Bee, that’s the sixth time you’ve asked me this morning alone,” Orion said in fond exasperation, reaching down to give Bee a noogie, smiling when the shorter bot simply giggled and nuzzled into his touch. “Aren’t you sick of us talking about it? Actually, aren’t you sick of me repeating what I said?” 

“No way.” Bee shook his helm in excitement. He was practically bouncing on the balls of his pedes, which was more than what Orion felt, since it was before even Helios had risen over the horizon. But there was no time to stop and wait for the scenery, unfortunately, as both of them made their way over to one of the numerous lifts for the mines. “That was the coolest thing we’ve ever done.” 

“I thought it was the stupidest,” Orion said sarcastically as he stepped carefully over a river of contaminated solvent. 

This area of Iacon was more the underbelly than the top hillside where the middle and high caste members lived. Instead of glittering lights and gleaming buildings, there were shoddily and incredibly cramped apartments everywhere, and just like the waste that Orion had jumped over, it was filthy. 

Orion was used to the slums, a testament to how long he had been here. His olfactory sensors had learned how to block out most of the smell, though he did grimace when he walked past a sparkling that was dirtier than the street she sat on. She munched idly on some waste, his processor immediately recognizing the way she dug her dentae in and sucked, a means of trying to squeeze out any energon leftover in the trash. 

“I'm pretty sure I lost several vorns on my life doing it, but since we didn't actually get tossed into jail for what was definitely the most illegal thing we've ever done, I gotta say that that was the most exhilarated I ever felt!” Bee trilled, continuing on, gushing as he always did whenever he was particularly excited. “Primus, can you believe it? We actually managed to break in and not get caught! I bet if I had just had more time, I could've even downloaded some of their - their - uh, Orion?” 

Orion heard the way his friend called for him, bewildered at the sudden disappearance of him, and he absentmindedly waved over his shoulder plate to indicate where he was as he carefully approached the sparkling. 

She paused in her suckling of the waste, and peered up at him with no small amount of fear in her eyes. Despite her obvious paranoia, she clutched desperately at her trash, as if that piece of filth was her lifeline, and to her, it was. It reminded Orion too strongly of the days when it was him who was the too-small sparkling that sat on curbs and dug his dentae into fodder for even the smallest trace of contaminated energon. 

“Hey,” he said quietly, gently, bending down slowly onto one patella joint so that he wouldn't scare her more than he already had. “Look at you. Big girl, huh. You must be hungry.” 

For a second, he worried that she was gonna dart, but she did something even worse. She swallowed hesitantly, her derma filthy with the smears of dirty energon that wasn't healthy at all, and timidly, her sticky digits offered him the rest of her trash, and she mumbled, “need?” 

He looked at her, and he was sure the expression on his face was something close to anger, or maybe closer to sadness. It made his spark stutter to think a sparkling, one who couldn't have been older than a couple vorns, tried to offer him her only source of energon because she thought he needed it. 

She was so kind. So young, so famished, and still so kind, and Orion vented deeply as a serve rested gently on his shoulder plate and Bee knelt down so that they were both optic-level with the nervous sparkling. 

“Don't drink this anymore, okay?” Orion tried to say both as firmly and as softly as he could as he plucked the trash from her digits and placed it on the ground. She looked at it longingly, and he said, “no, don't look at it. You need something better if you want to grow into a strong femme. Here.” 

“Orion,” Bee said lowly when Orion opened his arm compartment and offered a cube full of energon to the sparkling, whose face lit up in awe. “That's your last ration for the orn. We won't get more for at least another two solar cycles.” 

Orion was shaking his helm even before Bee finished speaking. He gently handed the cube to the sparkling, who held it cautiously in her servos, as if it was the most precious thing she had ever witnessed. To her, it was the most precious thing, and he firmly ignored the way his energon levels rested at only 52% as he said, “she needs it more than I do.” 

Bee fell silent. And then he sniffled lightly, and said, “you're right.” 

Orion watched in astonishment as Bee opened his own compartment and dug out all his cubes. As a smaller bot, Bee was able to stretch out his energon rations more than Orion could, and he had a full three cubes that he handed to the sparkling, who looked like she was about to faint. 

“You didn't have to do that,” Orion tried to say, but there was no way he could hide his grin as he gave Bee a side hug. 

“She needs it more than I do,” Bee repeated, his optics twinkling as he beamed at Orion, and he was warmed by the conviction in Bee's voice as he knelt closer to the sparkling and said, “Orion's right. Don't drink that trash anymore, okay? This energon will help you. Make sure not to drink it all at once, or you'll get sick.” 

The sparkling nodded rapidly. She held the cubes close to her chest, and she seemed near tears as she stuttered a quiet, shaky, “thank you.” 

“What's your designation?” Orion couldn't help but ask. 

She blinked up at him. “... No des.” 

“Where's your carrier?” Bee asked next. 

She shook her helm. 

Orion swallowed. Slag. That made sense. If she was here, alone and by herself, then that had to mean something happened to her carrier and sire. Whether they abandoned her, whether they died, he didn't know, but one thing was for sure. She would be scooped up by the miner recruiters some cycle or another, and he dreaded to think a small, tiny little thing like her would have to work the same shifts that often had his joints creaking and brittle despite his own young age. 

“You can choose your own designation one day,” Orion said, curling his servo around hers. She was so small compared to him. His spark ached to think how long she had spent her short life like this, wandering the slums of Iacon while digging through trash for even a semblance of energon. “And when you do, you can tell us. If you ever need energon, come find me, okay? I'll give you all that you need.” 

She didn't speak. Her optics shined brilliantly, the previous dullness of them flaring to life, and without warning, she hugged him, launching herself at his chassis and winding her arms around him, even if she was too tiny to make a full embrace. She nuzzled her nose right below the empty cavity of his cog space, and with that, she was gone, racing down the nearest alleyway and her chirps of excitement echoing behind her. 

“Think she can find us again?” Bee asked worriedly as they watched her leave. 

“I'm sure she will,” Orion said assuredly. “She seems like the survivor type.” 

“Yeah,” Bee said, getting to his pedes and helping Orion do the same. Bee smiled at him, a gentle slope of his derma that was unusual for a bot as easily excitable as him, and his voice was uncharacteristically tender as he said, “you're a good guy, Orion, you know that?” 

Orion flushed and teasingly pushed Bee away, shaking his helm as he did. “Flatterer. Anybot else would have done the same.” 

“No,” Bee said. His optics shined with something Orion couldn't name. “Not anybot.” 

Orion just wish he could have done more. As much as Bee had tried to provide for the sparkling as well, an act that was admirable no matter how anybot looked at it, that probably hadn't been their best move. They weren't going to get their rations again for at least a couple solar cycles like Bee said, and the energon that they did manage to give hadn't been the completely refined kind. 

Orion just hoped that the cubes were enough to tide the sparkling over until she found them again. 

“Come on,” Orion said, tugging along Bee, their servos clasped together warmly as they beamed at each other. “We're going to be late, and Ricks is going to throw a fit again if we don't show up on time.” 

Bee giggled, the both of them dashing over to the now empty lifts, working quickly to press the button for sub-level 40. “Do you think he'll finally blow a fuse and have a spark attack?” 

“I wouldn't put it past him.” Orion laughed. “Remember last time? I thought for sure he was going to pass out from how high his energon pressure was rising.” 

Bee chortled again, and then he fell silent, an expression of curiosity on his face as the lift groaned and began to take them down. 

Orion nudged him. “What're you thinking so hard about?” 

“I dunno,” Bee said absentmindedly, fiddling with his digits, something he did when he was nervous. He hesitated, and when Orion gave him another look, he vented and said, “I guess I just… I wonder if they feed him.” 

“Feed who?” 

“You know. Megatron.” Bee mumbled. 

Orion blinked, taken back by the question. 

He had honestly thought they were past the Megatron thing, though he supposed it was just wishful thinking. Truthfully, he hadn't told Sentinel and Bee everything that happened. He told them about what they said to each other and the bizarre temperature drop, but what they didn't know was that Orion had spent a good portion of his recharge cycle dreaming about the rebel, their conversation on loop. 

Even worse, in his dreams, he had witnessed the way Megatron's derma moved up close, his glossa stroking the bottom lip with his enunciation, and it had mortified Orion to the point he periodically jolted awake. 

He had hoped that with the new solar cycle, he could put all of it behind him, that he could ignore the pull in his abdomen any time he thought about Megatron, but of course his nosy friends could never give him a rest. 

And now Bee was making him think not just about how infuriatingly attractive Megatron had been, but horrifyingly, now Orion was wondering the same thing. Did they feed him? They had to, didn't they? There was no way the council would ever let anyone starve, no matter who. 

But then Orion thought about the sparkling, who was so young and could only rely on trash to sustain herself. Pits, he thought about him and Bee, miners who didn't even get paid in shanix, but rather rations of half-refined energon that often coated his dentae and made him feel slightly sick whenever he drank too fast. 

Cybertron was low on energon, Orion knew. Devastatingly so. It… It made sense that it had to be rationed, and that it couldn't be as refined as it should. Plus there was a population crisis in the slums; the council couldn't be expected to know every time a sparkling was born, especially since there wasn’t a hospital in the area, so a lot of the times, carriers had to give birth in alleys or shoddy apartments. 

So what did it all mean then? Did the council have enough resources to spare for Megatron, too? They had to! What were they going to do if he died before they even held the trial? It wasn’t like Ultra or the other members to ever treat anybot cruelly! 

But he was covered in injuries, some part of Orion's processor murmured. 

He stilled, recalling the numerous little cuts and scrapes he had seen on Megatron's otherwise polished armor. It had been clear that the bot had been through a lot, though it didn't occur to Orion until now that none of those wounds had exactly been dressed. 

Orion swallowed. 

Iacon was the richest city on all of Cybetron, a feat only achieved due to how their mines produced the most energon out of the neighboring states, and the council called it home base. Their medical provisions were also considered the top in Cybertron because of this, so why would they not…? 

Unless they considered Megatron unworthy of getting treated at all. 

But no, that wasn't possible. Ultra Magnus was a Prime in all but name, he would never allow anybot to suffer at his own servos like that! There had to be a better explanation. 

Orion suddenly shook his helm. 

What the Pits was wrong with him? Who cared if Megatron was a little banged up or a little hungry? It wasn't Orion's job to look after him, especially not the number one sought out criminal of the state! It had already been one thing to break into Titan's Hold and speak with him, but to do anything more? 

No. 

Orion would be considered more than just a criminal: he'd be accused of treason. The very same charge that Megatron faced. 

“Orion Pax! B-127!” 

Orion jolted where he stood as the lift doors opened and almost immediately, Ricks was in his facial plates, spitting so harshly that Orion grimaced when he felt small amounts of saliva splat onto his sensitive cheeks. 

Ricks was their team leader, though how he got a promotion when he was such an afthole, Orion could never figure out. Ricks was a short and stocky bot who barely knew how to work a jetpack, much less actually mine, and Orion didn't know whether to feel amused or annoyed when Ricks pointed a fat digit right into his face and snarled, “you're both late! Again! Just you wait until I tell Darkwing about this!” 

“It's only kliks past our clock-in time, Ricks,” Orion said, pushing past his team leader and moving swiftly to the line of jetpacks on the wall, tossing one to Bee and hooking the other one onto his dorsal planes. “Guess recharging doesn't do much to help remove that pole from your aft, huh?” 

“Orion,” Bee groaned as Ricks turned an unflattering shade of blue. 

“And even if you call Darkwing, so what?” Orion laughed, waving off the way Bee kept making frantic cutting motions at his neck. “What're you going to tell him? That we're late by fifteen kliks? I'm sure that'll go over well. He really hates it when his time jacking off to Ultra Magnus is interru - “ 

“Is that so, Orion Pax?” 

Orion stiffened at the dark, menacing, pissed off voice behind him. Bee buried his helm into his servos, and Ricks looked like he was about to start floating from his glee as slowly, Orion turned around and lifted his chin to meet the glare of one seriously moody Darkwing. 

Slag. What the frag was he doing down here? Darkwing only oversaw the upper levels of the mines since he was one of the middle caste supervisors, so him being here meant only one thing; he was there to heckle Orion and Bee, his favorite pastime. It was aggravating how even when they were both in the lowest sub-level possible, Darkwing went out of his way to ensure that they were ‘behaving’. 

“Darkwing!” Orion said, slapping on an enthusiastic and joyful tone as he grinned up at the looming figure of the very same bot who had tossed him and Bee into a trash chute only a few orns ago. Afthole. “My favorite supervisor! What's up? Here to check out the new digs? Yeah, it’s pretty cool down here, since, you know, you demoted us.” 

“I demoted you because you and B-127 are liabilities of the highest order,” Darkwing rumbled. He didn't seem pleased, but then again, he never was. It wasn't always Orion's goal to upset him, but no matter what he did, it never made Darkwing's severe scowl lighten up. “Even the lowest sub-level can't curb your disrespect. No rations for you this orn.” 

Orion's jaw dropped. What? But that was practically cruel! Darkwing had been angry before, sure, but never like this. “What? You can't do that!” 

Darkwing leaned down. His optics dug straight into Orion's face, and he hissed, “try me. Ricks.” 

He was serious. Deadly, actually, and Orion stared back, stunned. 

“Yes, Lord Darkwing!” Ricks said eagerly. 

Darkwing didn't tear his gaze off of Orion even as he straightened to his full height, his glower penetrating and peeling back all the layers of Orion's frame. “Make sure that Pax doesn't receive even a droplet of energon until I say so. He can work all of it out of his system, first. I'll go ahead and tell the suppliers to cut out his portion.” 

“With pleasure, Lord Darkwing!” Ricks practically cheered. 

Orion grinded his dentae. 

He didn't know why his anger burned so bright that particular morning. Maybe it was the sad and relatable sight of that little sparkling, who had resembled Orion too much back when he was her age for him to be entirely comfortable. Maybe it was the thought that he and Bee would once again go starving for a few solar cycles, which meant their work would degrade, and they would get another writeup again. 

Maybe it was Megatron. Lonely, injured Megatron who was left in that cell with nothing but the frost on his shoulder blades and himself for company. Megatron, who maybe didn't get fed. Megatron, who had given Orion the most interesting conversation in vorns. 

Whatever it was, it made him feel reckless, spirited, and with that, he vented in deeply, and he called out to Darkwing, who had turned around and was starting to walk away. 

“Hey, Darkwing!” Orion shouted. 

Darkwing paused and turned slightly, and Orion grinned at him, hard and unforgiving, as he raised a servo and said, “let me give you your portion of me for today. Want to guess which one of these is for you? I'll give you a slagging hint.” 

He raised his middle digit with all the pride of someone who was about to get his aft kicked, and sure enough, Darkwing made a noise reminiscent of a howl, and his fist was a blur as it shot out and immediately hammered the side of Orion's face. 

“Ugh, Orion!” Bee whimpered as he caught Orion's slumped form. His helm was throbbing horribly and he was pretty sure one of his optics had cracked simply from how hard Darkwing hit him. Fragging bucket of bolts. Some solar cycle, Orion would punch him back. 

“Triple shifts, both of you,” Darkwing spat. He was heaving, his cooling fans in overdrive as he stood there, shaking, flexing his digits repeatedly, like he was contemplating beating Orion again, but was barely holding back. “GET TO WORK!” 

With that, he transformed and sped away, kicking up so much dust that Orion sneezed, which only made his helm ache that much more.

“You heard him,” Ricks said, his face practically manic with his joy as he shoved both Orion and Bee closer to the entrance of the mines, sneering when they stumbled. “Triple shifts! Let's go!” 

“Sorry, Bee,” Orion mumbled as they both activated their jetpacks and followed Ricks deeper into the pockets of veins, wincing as he gingerly held a servo to the side of his face and realized that he had a new dent in his jaw. Slag it. 

“It's okay,” Bee said, looking more worried about Orion than their impending back-to-back shifts, which Orion knew from experience would exhaust them both so much to the point they would be in recharge for at least an entire solar cycle afterwards. “But you shouldn't have done that, Orion, you know what he's like! Why would egg him on?” 

Orion pursed his derma and looked ahead, helm throbbing and his spark seeking answers that he didn't know how to even address. 

“I don't know,” he finally said. “I just… this all just sucks. We’re treated like trash when we're just trying to survive! The council already has their servos full with trying to deal with the rebellion, so I know they don't have the resources to spare for us, but still. Ah, scrap, Sentinel's trying to message me. Did you tattle on me?” 

Bee at least had the decency to look slightly guilty. “He's going to ask questions the next time we see him and you have a dent the size of a fist in your helm. He said he'll bring us some energon, so you didn’t have to go so crazy on Darkwing like that! You know what happens if we break protocol.” 

Orion ran a servo down the side of his face. 

“I just wish we could get our own energon instead of having to rely on Sentinel,” he said after several moments of flying and Ricks barking orders ahead of them. He ex-vented and said, “can you ask him something for me, by the way?” 

“Sure,” Bee said. He was giving Orion that look that meant he was worried but wouldn't pry, which he appreciated. “What do you want me to say?” 

“Ask him to bring more energon than usual,” Orion said, his processor already drifting to somewhere beyond the mines as he realized he was ready to break even more protocol. He felt a little sorry for his friends, both of whom would get caught up in his schemes again, but… “I think I know somebot else who might need it.”

[huramuna]

beware the sapphire peak - chapter 3, end.

aemond targaryen x wife reader x alys rivers a period piece, set in 1902.

prev | next

wordcount: 3.7k

you're a young, american lady who is an aspiring author. you are wooed by a mysterious and charming savant from england. swept off your feet, you're whisked away to his family's ancient estate, Dragonstone Hall. but with all stories, secrets are hiding around every corner, and your suitor is no different.a crimson peak inspired mini series.

@huramuna-fics - follow & turn on notifications for just my fic postings!i don't do taglists right now, so sorry!

content: smut (specifics below cut), angst, gaslighting, unhealthy relationships, manipulation, alys in her girlboss gatekeep gaslight era, no use of y/n, afab reader, pre-established alysmond, this isn't going where you think it is (it might be), infidelity-ish, polyamory, mentions of infertility, murder, depictions of murder/violence, pregnancy

moonlight sonata - beethoven • nocturne in e-flat major, op. 9, no. 2 - chopin

warnings: p in v, face sitting, come eating i guess!, breeding kink

So sweet– she had tasted so sweet to you, like the most saccharine, tooth rotting, sugary treat you’d ever had. A taste that you could get lost in for eons, grasping at the surface that threatened to pull you under, deeper, deeper… until darkness consumed you– and you could only taste her. 

Alys murmured something to you as your mind went fuzzy with panic. What would Aemond think? What would happen now? Would he divorce you? Would he fire Alys? 

Your hands shook slightly, a tingling and eventual numbing feeling coming to your lips, spreading throughout your extremities. Everything was in slow motion, the vision of Alys blurred through tears. “A-Alys,” you croaked. “I-I don’t know what just happened— I-I’m sorry.” 

“Oh, don’t cry, my sweet puppy,” she cooed, upon you again, her scent all consuming and overwhelming and you wanted to kiss her again. “It’s natural.”

“N-Natural?” you whimpered, eyes still misty.

“Yes,” Alys breathed, petting your head. “You know, male lions usually have a few lionesses in their pride— and the lionesses are known to take great affections with each other, too. ‘Tis only natural, to seek the comforts of ones who comfort you.” 

You sniffed, not really understanding what she was saying. The numbness was spreading, your head spinning and feeling like a hive of bees had taken host in your cranium. “I-I don’t… I don’t feel well…” you managed to whisper, clinging to the older woman as you lost feeling in your limbs, an acute pins-and-needles type pain steepling into your flesh, tapering off into icy splinters. 

Now, you saw nothing but darkness, only hearing the hushed whispers of someone faraway. 

You were dreaming now, you were sure— as you walked through the halls, feeling light as a feather. Your hand dragged along the stair bannister, nails tapping to a rhythmic tune that you could hardly recollect. It felt as if you were outside of your body in a slightly pastel toned version of the real world, a skewed view of what was actually real. The shade of carpet was off hue, a lighter, rosy red than it actually was, the accompanying curtains a complimentary shade of pink, when in reality, they were deep crimson. 

Your steps felt effortless, a spring in your step like a young fawn who’d figured out how to use its legs, jaunting through the corridors with ease. You enjoyed your lovely pastel dream world, until you turned and saw the very end of the foyer. 

It was dark, the light sucked out of it like it’d been erased, consumed— a familiar sight of inky black tendrils beckoned from the end of the hall, your feet moving on their own accord now. Your brain, feeling very much like prey, screamed at you. Threat, threat— run, run, run! But you couldn’t, you couldn’t turn, nor abscond. Getting closer, there was an eerie hum, like many voices converging together into a cacophony— you recognized it, fear settling into your bones. It was a dirge. 

Pleasepleaseplease, don’t make me, don’t make me. Save me, save me.

The siren song lured you closer, until you were swallowed by the darkness itself, falling, falling… 

“We are you, Lady Targaryen.” 

“You shan’t leave this place.” 

“You will be trapped and rotted like us.” 

“You’ve fallen for their ruse. A fatal mistake.” 

The fall felt neverending, the breath stolen from your lungs until they felt like shriveled raisins. Hands grabbed at your body greedily, pulling you under the surface as water replaced oxygen in your body– you gasped out, screaming, but no sound came, your arms wouldn’t move, as if they were stuck in molasses.

Other voices permeated your being, familiar ones. They brought a little comfort, but you could only discern bits and pieces of what they were whispering, chattering around you. 

“— used too much, Alys—,”

“— she is perfect—,” 

“— needs to wake up before—,”

Your consciousness, your real life felt so far away now, as your hands reached out to buffet the impact of your fall into the void… you could almost feel the sickly crunch of your ligaments being broken as you kissed the loam, into a darling embrace of nothingness.

You crashed to the ground, body strewn and broken like a porcelain doll– broken, shattered, thrown away. Trapped.

Sitting up from the bed, your bed, you were drenched in sweat. Oxygen ballooned in your lungs with a sharp, audible inhale as you looked around, eyes wide like a newborn fawn, once again. You zeroed in on Aemond, who was sitting in the corner of the room in the reading chair, one leg crossed over another, bobbing with anxiety. Alys was there, too, off to the opposite side of the chamber, fiddling with something on the desk. Her hair, usually well mannered and groomed, was slightly strewn in a loose bun.

The sound of your gasp caused them to be at your side in an instant, one on either side of the bed. Aemond’s hand was entwined with yours instantly.

“Thank God, she’s finally awake,” he murmured, shooting Alys a quick glance, brow furrowed.

“Oh, darling,” Alys cooed, “You took quite a spill in the bathroom– Lord Targaryen found you with a nasty head wound.”

Fell? When did you fall? With a shaky hand, your fingers skimmed the outline of cloth pressed to your forehead– you winced, a sharp intake of breath hissing through your teeth, it was tender to the touch. “When… how long have I been… unconscious for?”

“Five days.” Aemond responded, his leg still shaking as he pulled up the chair, sitting back down in it promptly. 

You felt bewildered by that– five days? Five days you’d been asleep– and your dreams felt like only a moment and an eternity. The distress must’ve clearly read on your face, as Aemond squeezed your hand. You glanced over to him, lines of worry etched into his brow and beyond. He had dark circles under his eyes, likely from lack of sleep. He was, overall, disheveled, a look you hadn’t quite seen on him. You swallowed, your mouth suddenly cloying and full of cotton. 

Alys nudged you, a spoon in her hand. She had soup– when did she leave? – offering it, intent on feeding you like a mere babe. Curling into yourself inwardly, you shook your head. “... m’ fine, I can… I can do it,” you offered, suddenly feeling extremely aware of the heavy mood of the room. They had fretted over you for days, for an accident you likely caused yourself. 

“Come, dear,” Alys urged. “‘Tis wild rice in a nice bone broth.” 

Your indignant streak ended quickly as your stomach audibly growled at the sound of the food. Mustering down your shame, you sipped at the soup, allowing Alys to spoon feed you. Aemond had a faraway look in his eye as he stared at the pair of you.

–

Your recovery was slow and meticulous– you had fractured your leg from your fall, as well as having some nasty bruises on your hip, the purple red hue blooming under your skin like ink from a tipped over inkwell. 

You were utterly dependent on Alys and Aemond as they nursed you back to health, hand feeding you, bathing you, carrying you down stairs– and you let them. You melded into their touch, becoming one with them and they handled you like extensions of themselves, gentle and loving, as not to hurt you any further.

Your head wasn’t completely clear, though– even a whole month and a half after your accident, you still felt like a teddy, stuffed full of wool and hardly sentient. Alys laid you down in the bathtub, the same one you’d knocked your head against apparently, the water warm. It washed over you in waves, heat sinking into your bones and quelling the urge you had to scream, to run– to do anything. The scent of lavender filled your nose as she poured floral oils into the water. 

Aemond was behind her, watching carefully. He was always there, no matter the situation, looming. He was adjusting his shirt cuffs idly, over and over in an anxious habit. He had quite a lot of those, you had noted. Now that you were almost always by his side, you watched him constantly, taking in those little habits. Jaw clenching, eye twitching, rubbing his fingers together, bouncing his leg. Not only those, but he constantly looked to Alys, as if they were communicating with their eyes alone. 

You wondered what they were saying, as they met gazes and then looked back to you in sync while you were in the bath, nude as the day you were born. You pulled your legs up to your chest, suddenly feeling self-conscious as they both bore into you, regarding you unabashedly, orbs roving over your figure. Pressing your chin to your knees, you looked past them, the glint of their scrutiny in your peripheral now. There was someone behind them.

Bloody and crooked, dripping water and essence of life, her body bloated and putrid. Her hair was blonde, at one point, at least– it was now a murky gray, stained pinkish with only the notion of its former color peeking through. Her eyes were dark, never ending holes– it was like looking straight into the void itself. Her throat was slashed, leaking the same black ichor that was in your dreams while you were incapacitated. Heavy breathing, jagged and errant, like a broken key on a piano, drowned out the chatter between Aemond and Alys. Her hand, spindly and wretched, squeezed on the frame of the bathroom door as she perched upon it, unable to stand upon the weight of broken, splintered legs. 

“You. Won’t. Live.”

The person you were before your accident might have choked, sobbed– but you were good acquaintances now with the ghosts of the estate, and their never ending threats and prophecy. Your eyes glazed over, a peeved grunt coming from you. “Go away.” you muttered. You were sick of seeing their faces, hiding in plain sight, always leering at you from afar with their grotesque visages.

“What?” Alys asked, taking her hands out of the water and peering at you curiously.

“... may I bathe alone, please?” you sighed, wishing for one moment of peace and quiet and aloneness.

Alys looked back at Aemond and they shared that unspoken connection once again. He nodded slightly, minutely. He didn’t even say anything– he didn’t say much since your accident, leaning on Alys to be his voice. He clenched his jaw, as he does, and left the room. 

Alys planted a kiss on your brow– the sweetness of her perfume felt familiar– and she departed, closing the door. As she left, you reflected on the state of your life. You felt like less than a person, moreso a doll. You didn’t remember falling, and you remembered… kissing Alys. Hardly, it was like a memory fluttering away on a breeze now, but the feeling of it was still there. It flooded back in your mind as you had drank in the scent of her when she got close, your stomach turning into a horde of butterflies. Was that even real? Or was it a figment of your damaged brain, painting a pretty picture for you while you were in a state of stupefaction.

It had to have been an illusion. Surely. 

You supplanted your hand on the lip of the tub after soaking for at least three hours– the water was cold now, turning your slightly warmed stupor into ice. You had hardly walked on your own these past few weeks, and when attempting to, held up by Alys or Aemond. Pulling yourself up with the little strength you had, you stood up. Your legs shook, but eventually found their own as you tested your luck further. One foot on the floor, then the other, toes splayed and wiggling as they touched the cool floor. Something akin to elation came to your chest as you stomped, hiding a tiny giggle. How childish you felt now– but not as bad as you’ve felt during your recovery. You felt less than a child then, moreso a barely living organism, attached to the hip of Aly or Aemond, solely dependent on their care of you.

You grabbed the robe left on the privy lid, snugging it to your form– you considered keeping it untied, to rove around the estate free of inhibition, just because you could. But, you decided against it, tying it taut around your waist. You went to leave, hand hesitating as you went to touch the knob, remembering something… something like a shock touching your hand from before. Shock be damned, you turned the knob. No prick of electricity followed, and you were free. 

Leaving wet footprints on the wood floors, you saw the halls in a new light. ‘Twas no pretty pastel painting, but it was familiar and real. You hummed along, hand tracing the bannister like you had when you dreamt. The estate was very quiet, not even a sound emitting besides the little pitter-patter of your feet– where had Aemond and Alys gone? Surely, with the length they’d kept you, they hadn’t gone far? 

As you descended down one of the far halls you usually did not venture to, namely the Servant’s Quarters, where Alys resided, your ears pricked up to pick up a noise. Like the faraway call of an owl, deep and throaty, you could only hear, feel, the bass of it– it only got louder as you got closer to her room, the door ajar, cracked… 

Peering in, your heart momentarily stopped, breath caught in your windpipe. Alys and Aemond were upon her bed, the top three buttons of her shirt undone. You could see the swell of her breast, heaving as she mouthed Aemond’s bare neck, his tie undone slightly from its spot on his collar, but done tighter just below his Adam’s apple in… a makeshift collar, almost. The older woman pulled on it with one hand, her other down… down… to Aemond’s weeping cock. She massaged it, her hand glistening with his arousal. His face was that of pure bliss and servitude, falling apart in her hand, with her lips against his skin, whispering. 

A gasp fell from your lips and they peered up at you. Aemond’s face turned to that of horror– but Alys’ didn’t change. Her lips just perked into a further smile. “Come in, little one,” she hummed.

Against better judgment, or any judgment really, you opened the door further. Your still wet hair was stuck to your face slightly, peering up at them both through fettered lashes. You should be in hysterics, you should be crying, screaming, cursing, damning them both to hell for– for… this. But, you were doing none of that. You felt… placid, like calm water. 

Alys beckoned you closer. “See, Aemond?” she practically purred, nosing his cheek while offering her hand to you. “I told you, she was perfect.”

“My love,” Aemond croaked. “Are… you well?” 

That was the question of the year, wasn’t it? Were you well? You blinked slowly, mulling it over in your mind. “No. I’m not,” you responded, taking Alys’ hand in your own. “But, I am alright with that. We are all… unwell in our own ways.” 

“So insightful, my little puppy,” Alys pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to your cheek. Your mind and soul were utterly enraptured by her. “She knows how to share, don’t you, sweet puppy?” she side-eyed Aemond. “The others didn’t know how to share, did they– so greedy, they were. Not like you,” she spoke of you so reverently, with a honeyed warmth in her voice you just wanted to melt into. 

Your heart was thumping at the sheer taboo of the situation, but you were excited– Alys tugged at your robe slightly, exposing your breasts to the cold air, your nipples pebbling into pert little peaks instantly. She let go of Aemond’s shaft, her hand wetted still with his excitement, offering you two fingers. She didn’t even have to say anything, you just opened your mouth as she rested those digits on your tongue, and you sucked on them eagerly. 

Aemond, all the while, was slightly aghast at it– and even more, aroused. His blood felt like it was on fire as his hand reached out to caress your nipple like he always had before, between his fore and middle finger. You whimpered around Alys’ fingers before she withdrew them, smearing your lips with your own saliva. 

“I’m so happy, my love,” Alys seemed to be addressing both you and Aemond, as she pulled you onto the bed between them, her fingers drawing little circles upon your bare thighs as your robe rode up. “We’ve waited so long for you– but it was worth the wait, wasn’t it?” her lips skimmed one side of your neck, while Aemond nosed at the other. 

You felt all encompassing, squeezed between the two of them– your brain was firing off on all cylinders, every cell of your body writhing in pleasure. “... w-waiting?” you managed to ask.

“Yes, puppy. We waited for you– all of the others were no good, defective– but you are perfect. You desire both of us, yes?” Alys asked, peering up at you.

You nodded without hesitation. 

“You know how much I desire children, but unable to have any of my own,” she murmured. “Will you have a family with us? Like a pride of lions, hm?”

You swallowed, eyes peeling away from Alys, drifting to the door, which was now open. The ghastly figures of seven women hung in the hallway, dead by many different manners. Eyes of the damned stared back at you.

“Y-yes, I want to have a family with you,” you agreed softly. You truly did want it– as you’d become so dependent on the both of them, you would do anything to please them. And you loved them both. You blinked– the figures at the door were gone now. 

Alys hummed in delight. “Oh, my sweet,” she nipped at your skin before pulling you to the side of the bed. “Aemond, I am surprised she isn’t taken with child yet– he is quite virile, isn’t he– like a stud stallion,” she giggled as Aemond came up behind you, continuing to kiss your neck. “I suppose you need to breed her more often, now that she’s agreed.”

You melted into your husband’s touch, you had missed it so sorely– he had been so quiet and solemn during your recovery, like he was mourning something. He laid back on the bed and pulled you atop him, his arousal already prodding at your folds. You ached for him, truly, sighing a little moan into his mouth as you kissed. His taste was so different from Alys’, his was heady and deep, lulling you into a sense of familiarity. Sliding you back, he slowly lowered you down onto his length, stretching you out. You mewled at the sensation, coupled with Alys palming your breasts and pinching your nipples, causing that delightful cocktail of pain and pleasure that you had chased so fervently months ago.

Cursing under your breath, you adjusted to his size, looking down at him as you rested with him to the hilt. His hand grasped your hip, eclipsing you and thumbing at your clit. You rocked back and forth on him, eyes closed for a moment in exhilaration. Once opening them, you didn’t feel Alys behind you, but now she was atop Aemond as well, her bottom half sat upon his face as he serviced her, too– ever dutiful. The sight was raunchy and erotic and made a tingle go through you as you continued your rocking motions, skin slapping upon skin as you chased your high. 

Alys leaned forward, in turn, pulling you to her. Your lips met again and she tasted just as lovely as you remember, so sweet and comforting, like honey coating your lips. The entirety of the situation was catching up to you as your peak hit you like a train, whimpering sweet nothings into Alys’ mouth, your hand squeezing on Aemond’s hip. 

Apparently your peak had started a crescendo, as Alys was next, spilling on Aemond’s tongue and rolling off of him, his face coated in the evidence of her orgasm. Something primal and feral came over you as you leaned down and connected lips with him again, tasting both him and her at the same time– you clenched on his cock that was nestled deep inside of you, and with a grunt, he spilled deep inside of you. 

‘Twas round one of four upon that night.

–

You quite enjoyed the estate, as big and spacious as it was, you suppose it could be considered lonely. You imagined it in its heyday, full of diplomats, royalty, lords and ladies and children alike– but it seemed to be a ghost of its former self. Much like you felt you were– mayhaps not a ghost. You felt more akin to a moth, emerging from your silken cocoon and spreading your wings.

Sitting upon the terrace, it was a full three years since you and Aemond had married. You watched the lawn as your twins toddled on the greenery with an abundance of toys– a boy and a girl that were just a bit over a year and a half old. 

Settling into the seat, you put a hand over your swollen belly– once again round with child. You and Alys were keen on running Aemond ragged until the estate was once again full of children, much to his chagrin– and pleasure. 

“Lemonade, puppy?” Alys hummed, nosing your ear as she offered you a cool glass. 

“Thank you, sweet,” you responded in kind, taking a sip. Your eyes followed Alys’ hand as she gently caressed your belly, pulling up a stool and sitting beside you, one ear to your stomach. She quite liked talking to the children, born or unborn– always chattering, reading stories and telling tall tales. 

Aemond scooped up the twins from the greenery, walking over to the two of you. “Say hello to mummas,” he cooed softly. 

The twins babbled little greetings to both Alys and you, who they both considered their mother. You feared for the conversation that would come in the future where you had to explain that every family was different, and not everyone had two mummas. 

But for now, you’d enjoy blissful ignorance upon the secluded estate. 

Tipping your head back, you surveyed the tall walls of the building. 

Seven windows lined the eastern inner palisade– and with those seven windows, were seven figures, staring back at you. 

[batmanego]

SO YOU'RE TIRED OF BATMAN: AN INTRODUCTORY GUIDE TO DC SUPERHEROES

one of the most common things i hear when trying to get people to read comics is that they're just not that into batman. which boggles my mind! not because i'm a huge batman fan -- which i am, but i can understand why people might not be interested in his comics -- but because it's insane to me that batman (or superman, or wonder woman, or any other dc superhero they've made a movie about) is people's default perception of dc superheroes.

there's a whole world out there! and if you're intimidated by the big superheroes, or uninterested in their stories, or even if you like them but you're looking for something different, this is the guide for you. without further ado, i present:

DC MINUS THE BIG THREE: A FIELD GUIDE FOR THE DISENCHANTED AND DISINTERESTED

DOOM PATROL (1987)

to nobody's surprise, doom patrol is first on my list of recommendations. it's a comic book about a group of disabled people who have been labeled freaks, weirdos, or otherwise undesirable by society, coming together to save a world that doesn't care about them because there has to be beauty in it somewhere.

good for: well, i'll let the introduction quote do the talking. “remember when all the other kids on the block had superman and batman as positive role modes? well, if you could only identify with a human brain in a metal body or a guy wrapped up in bandages, and if you grew up weird, welcome home. you’re among friends now.”

read doom patrol here. trigger warnings for: ableism, child sexual abuse, medical abuse, transphobia.

2. HELLBLAZER (1988) BUT ONLY THE FIRST 41 ISSUES OK?

hellblazer is a 300 issue long comic book, mostly comprised of dogshit stories by dogshit writers. i am recommending it because i genuinely think the first 41 issues are art. please do not do as i did and read all of hellblazer. you won't survive the experience. ok? ok.

hellblazer is a comic about aging punk magician/occultist john constantine trying desperately to sort out his life in late 80s london while constantly being beset by poor life choices, poverty, and also lots and lots and lots and lots of demons.

good for: punks, anarchists, fans of the occult, enemies of aleister crowley, anyone who has a personal vendetta against margaret thatcher.

read hellblazer here, BUT STOP READING AFTER THE FIRST 41 ISSUES OK? trigger warnings for: literally almost everything you can imagine, but specifically discussions of child sexual abuse are prominent in the original sins run. also, it was written by a white man in the 80s, so it suffers from "white man in the 80s" syndrome.

3. WILDCATS (1999)

"FERRIS", some of you comic book knowers cry, "WILDCATS IS WILDSTORM NOT DC". to that i say Shut the fuck up DC acquired the rights to the wildstorm universe it's close e-fucking-nough.

wildcats 1999 is about cole cash (a conman and ex-special ops man), hadrian 7 (an alien robot posing as a human named jack marlowe), and noir (a bisexual ex-arms dealer from france who talks in the third person) picking up the pieces of the OLD wildcats team after they all found out they were soldiers in a war that ended before most of them were born and nobody bothered to tell them, and trying to 1) run a company and 2) save the world.

good for: people who hate the military, tacky sci-fi fans, anyone who wishes guys would suck more, anyone interested in the horrors of war.

read wildcats 1999 here.

4. SLEEPER

"ferris i want to leave wildstorm" too fucking bad. we're talking about sleeper right now.

sleeper is about holden carver, an undercover agent in the world's largest underground crime organization/network, who gets stuck undercover when his handler (the only guy who knows he's undercover and not just a traitor) gets shot and put in a coma. it is about grappling with your own morality, losing faith in your ideals, and (like most wildstorm properties), how war is a pointless exercise in horror.

good for: fans of spy thrillers, evil women enjoyers, evil men enjoyers, anyone who has ever thought they could make someone worse, people who want bad things to happen to people in power.

read sleeper season 1 here, and then sleeper season 2 here. trigger warnings for pedophilia (the pedophile gets beat to death in issue 2), homophobia, and child abuse.

5. THE AUTHORITY (1999)

stop crying we're almost done with wildstorm. the authority is a comic book about 6 super-people (who are very loose parodies of the justice league) forming a self-described "anarchist cell" to operate against the wishes and outside the influence of earth's governments to defend the planet against extraterrestrial threats and handle human rights violations.

good for: political science fans, good sci-fi enjoyers, people who think batman and superman should have kissed instead of making a million movies, people in polyamorous six-ples.

read the authority here. trigger warning for "this writer probably shouldn't have written this asian nation like this", homophobia, sexual abuse.

6. SUICIDE SQUAD (1987)

hey, remember how i was talking about wildcats? imagine the same sort of themes of wildcats (the horrors of war, the effects of being in the military, american imperialism, what it means to be a hero or even a good person), and then apply them to the worst group of people you've ever had the displeasure of being in the same room as, and they all fucking hate each other. suicide squad is about a bunch of incarcerated villains being "recruited" (forced) into working hero-missions for the government, because nobody will miss them if they die.

good for: villain apologists, people who (in the immortal words of hack/slash) think "there just aren't enough big mean women in comics", and this guy:

[ID: a comment on read comics online by “the king of anime” reading, “I want to give this a try would it be worth it”. end ID.]

read suicide squad here. trigger warning for, again "white man in the 80s syndrome", along with... probably pretty much everything else imaginable (it's been a while since i read this!)

7. STARMAN (1994)

starman is a story told with the drama of a theater production about jack knight, a late-20s to early-30s punk antiques dealer who gets the mantle of starman (a well-known superhero from the golden age) thrust upon him suddenly. it is a story about legacy, family duties, identity, and most importantly about being kind of a loser who gets shot at all the fucking time.

good for: sci-fi fans who are too proud to admit they also like fantasy, rock opera listeners, family disappointments, single fathers.

read starman here. trigger warning for sexual assault.

8. ARKHAM CITY: THE ORDER OF THE WORLD (2021)

"ferris you said no batman" i did. i did not say no batman villains.

arkham city: the order of the world focuses on some of batman's lesser-known foes, and the fallout of arkham asylum collapsing. i can't really explain it more than that, but it is good and legitimately unnerving at times.

good for: horror fans, enemies of the psychiatric system, villain enjoyers, people who live in new york city.

read arkham city: the order of the world here.

9. THE SHADE (1997) and THE SHADE (2012)

hey, remember starman? want a series about the old immortal victorian man with an "ambiguous sexuality" from it? okay. the shade (1997) follows his origins: specifically, his long-standing beef with one specific family. the shade (2012) is a sort of cross-country whodunnit as the shade tries to track down who is trying (and failing) to murder him.

good for: bisexual enjoyers, dramatic theater kids, vampire fans, goths, people who would have fucked lord byron given the opportunity.

read the shade (1997) here, and the shade (2012) here.

10. METAL MEN (2007)

lastly (but not least), a comic featuring will magnus from doom patrol. metal men (2007) is... a complicated story. it's about robots? it's about being mentally ill. it's about a guy who is so divorced forever. it's about being a little loser guy. it's about time travel, and terrible relationships with your brother. it's hard to describe. but it's fun.

good for: bad sci-fi enjoyers, people who can understand the timeline of looper, robot fans, anyone who has ever been consumed by a desire to create.

read metal men (2007) here.

BONUS:

not included in this list because batman is there, i encourage everyone to have a look at the original justice league international series. it is a superhero comedy. it is silly and stupid and i love it.

OKAY, THAT'S ALL! THANKS FOR READING!

[marsmarbles]

Chained Life AU Masterpost!!!

(Chained Life is a Life Series AU of mine. It’s currently on an unclear forever hiatus. I don’t know if I’ll ever return to it, but it still makes me happy people enjoy/enjoyed it….. Even though I violently cringe when I get notifications of people binging it …..it’s really just a bunch of old art and shipping requests lmao.)

Mechanics:

Each team with chain order

Lore(as chronological as I could make it):

Scott’s promise // Scott’s promise w/ writing

We are those who speak….

More on the Speakers

Waltz in E-Major, Op. 15 “Moon Waltz”

And could you still love me….

Just the smiley type

The Heart Acoustic // The Mind Electric // The Soul Eclectic

Character designs:

Scott and Joel(green life)

Speaker Scout form

Scar and Sausage

Shipping:

Scott x Joel/Damsel Duo:

So is he ur bf or smth? // remember when I said I didn’t know if I was gonna ship them? // Joel wants to cuddle // since when did you care? // NOW KISS!! Pt.1 // NOW KISS!! Pt.2 // DamselDuo but extra gay and sparkly!!

BigB x Grian:

I love you BigB!! // I made you some cookies! Pt.1 // Grian just kissed me!!!! Pt.2 to I made you some cookies! // Grian and his crushes // And could you still love me…. // Golden Light to Silver Shadows(fic) // Golden Light

Ren x Sausage x Martyn/ Lore Whore Trio:

Men…kissing?!?! // The answer was polyamory all along // Mr. InTheLittleWood enjoying his relationship // Martyn likes to brag he has 2 boyfriends

Sausage x Scar:

Star Wars!? // Can we still be friends?

Skizz x Impulse:

H-hey Impulse // Something wrong, Skizzy? // Lil Skizzy n Impy // Skizz and Impulse hugging // Impy kissing Skizz // What Makes Me So Special?

Grian x Scar/Desert Duo(the events are canon but the ship is not canon):

You could hang out with me… // Grian and his crushes

General story:

Without me… // just the smiley type // You can’t fix this, Sausage

[sasheneskywalker]

Weekly Batman/DC Fic Recs (2)

This week I've mostly read dark fics, focused on unhealthy and toxic romantic/sexual relationships. One was a fascinating study of Bruce's inappropriate relationships with Dick, Jason, and Tim and his guilt and excuses. There're also two fantastic Bruce/Jason fics, exploring their complicated relationship and history. Additionally, I've found an amazing post-Dark Crisis enemies to lovers Slade/Dick fic and a funny relationship reveal Slade/Jason fic. Apart from that, we also have a Damian/Dick relationship study with trans Damian and a recurring motif of blood. And the last rec is a spectacular long canon divergent one-shot centered on Cass/Rose and their relationships with their fathers. Hope you enjoy the recs <3

four graves, one gun. by projectfreelancer

They are his boys, and Bruce has made them this way.

a character study of Bruce Wayne and the Robins.

M | Underage | DCU (Comics) | Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake/Bruce Wayne

truth hurts (so Batman would rather fuck than tell) by blueyeti

Red Hood and Batman are captured together, and offered an ultimatum of sex pollen or truth serum. Batman chooses sex pollen, but Jason chooses to tell the truth.

M | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | DCU | Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne

Wind Beats Like Wings by submariner

Oliver was fuming by the time Bruce pulled up to the house. “You keep your fucked up family bullshit the hell out of my city,” he told Bruce quietly, as he and Mia exited the car.

Bruce didn’t say anything.

Oliver hadn’t expected him to.

in which Oliver Queen sees a lot more than he ever wanted to.

E | No Archive Warnings Apply | Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Green Arrow (Comics) | Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne

half out of shadow by wednesday

Slade, still recovering from Dark Crisis, meets Grayson during a job. It's easier to manipulate someone whose weaknesses you know so well.

T | No Archive Warnings Apply | DCU (Comics) | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

this isn't what it looks like (depending on what it looks like) by SafelyCapricious

Tim must make a noise — because suddenly Deathstroke is whirling. But most importantly, he’s let go of Hood. Hood doesn’t do more then slowly lower his arms though as Tim freezes.

Deathstroke, no less intimidating sans mask, stares at him menacingly for a minute before glancing over his shoulder to a still dazed Hood — shit, hopefully he doesn’t have a concussion — “I’ll find you later,” and then he’s taking off.

Tim rushes to Jason, who swats him away with a, “Fuck off, what do you want?” seeming more alert now that Deathstroke has gone.

Five times the Bats thought that Deathstroke and Red Hood were fighting and one time they found out differently.

M | No Archive Warnings Apply | DCU | Deathstroke the Terminator (Comics), Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics) | Jason Todd/Slade Wilson, Stephanie Brown & Tim Drake & Barbara Gordon & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Damian Wayne, Roy Harper & Jason Todd

do cherries bleed? by dikudami

Years pass—Damian's father is still dead, and Grayson and him are so in sync he sometimes can’t tell where his own thoughts start and Grayson’s end. But just like others, Grayson doesn't want Damian.

But Grayson stays. Doesn’t that count for something? It must.

Or, Damian Wayne knows better than anyone that need and want are not the same.

M | Underage | Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Batman and Robin (Comics), Batman: Son of the Demon | Dick Grayson/Damian Wayne

bleeding-heart doves by wraithwings

Now all she had were bullet-holes where people had been.

And she had Rose Wilson. Who had bullet-holes, too.

In which the story is inevitable, and Cassandra Cain was always going to fall.

(SWAN LAKE SUITE, OP. 20A, TH.219: 1. SCENE - SWAN THEME)

T | No Archive Warnings Apply | Batman - All Media Types, Batgirl (Comics), Deathstroke the Terminator (Comics), Teen Titans - All Media Types, DCU | Cassandra Cain/Rose Wilson, Batfamily Members & Cassandra Cain

[tcfactory]

thinking about a dumb thing where mobei overhears sqh telling a story to the disciples and gets rlly invested but doesnt want to admit he's been following him around his peak so he listens from the shadows. It's a beautiful tale of a powerful cultivator king who seeks demonic cultivation in order to save his family and people. There's a grand battle where he is the sole solider against an army of thousands, everyone is on the edge of their seats as SQH describes that during the battle, (1)

(2) spies have infiltrated the castle to take his son! the wife fights valiantly, but shes mortal, and by the time the king hears her call she is already slipping from the tallest tower. She falls before her beloved husband arrives, and he flies after her. It's a drawn out moment, where SQH describes the wind pressing past them both, the weight of her body dragging her down. what mbj does not anticipate is "the agonising silence that followed the tragic thud of her body, too fast to catch" (3) cue mbj leaping out of the shadows without thinking because WHAT!!!!! WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE D I E D, WHAT! the disciples are screaming. the hall masters are rushing in the room in a panic. sqh has no fucking idea what to say other than "ITS A TRAGEDY FOR A REASON!!"

Anon, I love this idea so much.

SQQ would be crowing about how he absolutely told zhangmen-shixiong that SQH was a spy! (This applies to both versions of SQQ. SJ because he's upset that nobody believed him, SY because that's what you get when you let your demon sneak onto the peak Airplane!!)

SQH has to pull out all stops in his bullshitting to explain why he shouldn't be executed or kicked off the mountain and actually zhangmen-shixiong, having the future Northern Demon King as our mascot ally could have a lot of benefits for us...

In the end MBJ is allowed to visit for SQH Story Hours if he behaves, mostly because they can't exactly keep him out (they try. MBJ is too OP, nothing they do even so much as hinders him) and SQH is too important to be easily replaced.

So MBJ gets to sit among the disciples and listen to SQH tell his funky little stories. Then one day the disciples complain about how SQH always messes up the endings (why all the tragedies, Airplane? Clearly your audience is clamoring for a happy end!), so SQH suggests that if they don't like the stories then they should write their own.

Next morning there's a perfectly filled out request form on YQY's desk for an open attendance fiction writing workshop. YQY is very sure he has locked the door last evening, but also that handwriting is very familiar, wtf Shang-shidi. He always assumed SQH's head disciple was finishing up SQH's paperwork whenever he fell asleep at his desk and turns out he was half right. He has no idea what interest a bored demon could possibly have in requisition forms, but there are so many worse things he could be doing that YQY will just pretend that it's not happening, for the sake of his sanity. He will have Words with SQH about why his demon has free access to all of CQMS's paperwork, but in the meantime he gives his blessing for an interpeak writing workshop ft. one MBJ, because that feels like the path of least resistance. Also maybe because SQQ expressed interest in the idea when he heard about it and what SQQ wants, YQY will give him.

[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for...

Oct 3rd

~*~

1. any fics where Yu Ziyuan dies so she's not an influence to her family or Wei Ying and their lives, not modern stories please. Be well!! Thanks!! @monicaop21

~*~

2. ITMF wangxian pirate au:) i would enjoy rating M/E but it doesnt have to be, as long as it's 5k+ and finished. can be a personal rec if you have!

~*~

3. hello again :D I'm wondering if you have any wangxian fic recs for crossdressing lan wangji? Either where it's something he really likes or where he's kind of disguising his identity (and wei wuxian sees him like that hehe) preferably completed works, 40k or up, but I'll take what you've got! :) @a-fire-that-isnt-burning

Bunny Baby by deliciousblizzardshark (T, 9k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, LWJ Has Feelings, Soft WangXian, Gender-Nonconforming LWJ, Protective WWX, Bad Parent LQR, Fluff and Humor, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, POV WWX, Autistic LWJ, [Podfic of] Bunny Baby by frostedhearth)

🔒 (i've got) trouble in mind by seularen (E, 76k, wangxian, JGY/LXC, modern w magic, heist au, thief WWX, forger LWJ, consigliere JGY, epistolary, long-distance relationship, d/d elements, Canon wangxian kinks, happy ending) IIRC it's just one scene late in the fic but it's AMAZING

autumn flower by ScarlettStorm (E, 63k, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, no magic vague north american setting, transwoman wwx, transwoman lwj, Gender Experimentation, Angst with a Happy Ending, Gender Dysphoria, followed by gender euphoria, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, switch rights) This isn't exactly what the OP asked for but it's close enough that it might be interesting - modern LWJ realises she is a trans woman and explores clothes, makeup etc with WWX's help (she is also trans but realised and transitioned before the start of the story)

as thou wast wont to be by cqlorphan (E, 12k, WangXian, Modern AU, Getting Together, LWJ has Some or No gender, wwx is raising little a'yuan, Bottom LWJ, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, mentions of vers!wangxian, Cellist LWJ, Farmer WWX,…ok he runs a nursery but it’s the Vibe, Minor Injuries, Hurt/Comfort, Trans LWJ, Fluff, Smut)

so hot you’re hurting my feelings by isabilightwood (E, 40k, WangXian, JYL/WQ, Modern, Oblivious LWJ, Didn’t Know They Were Dating, no moms were harmed in the making of this fic, mama lan took LQR in the divorce, LWJ Has Friends, all wwx characterization decisions were made to make lwj pine harder for his own boyfriend, Fluff, Eventual Smut, Bottom LWJ, Halloween, WWX’s birthday, Sub LWJ, Light Dom/sub, Spanking)

~*~

4. itmf fics where it shows lwj and wwx's journey to intimacy and closeness that ultimately culminates to their first time having sex <3 no wips, if possible! ty in advance uwu

the hidden source is the watchful heart by o_honeybees (E, 10k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Getting Together, Domesticity, Touch-Starved, Grief/Mourning, Misunderstandings, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Unresolved Sexual Tension,Eventual Smut, reflections on selfishness and selflessness)

call me home and I’ll build you a throne by anaphoricae (E, 51k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Post-CQL, Canon Compliant, Getting Together, Developing Relationship, Self-Indulgent, Gusu Lan Juniors Dynamics, Touch-Starved, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Sexual Intimacy, Lán Juniors Gossiping about Wangxian, Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Farmer WWX, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Mutual Pining, Communication, Quietly Falling Into a Married Life, Light Angst, Wholesome, POV LWJ, POV WWX, LWJ in braids agenda, Sharing a Bed, Semi-Public Sex, Inventor WWX, Jealous WWX)

I hope that you will come and meet me by feyburner (M, 28k, WangXian Post-Canon, Getting Together, Love Letters, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Cuddling & Snuggling, Literal Sleeping Together, Intimacy, CQL Compliant, No Plot Just Feelings, First Time)

my age has never made me wise by idrilka (E, 63k, wangxian, Post-Canon, Part-epistolary, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Marriage Proposal, Homecoming, One Brain Cell WWX Strikes Again)

~*~

5. Helooo!

I'm in the mood for a fic where Lwj actually believes Wwx birthed a-Yuan.

~*~

6. I am in the mood for fic where there is focus on Lan Zhan and Nie Huaisang relationship. Because both of their older brothers became sworn brothers together and I wonder what Lan Zhan and Nie Huaisang thought about it. Were they jealous and felt replaced? It would be cool to read fic where these two would become sworn brothers as well to gang up on their older brothers:). I don't think I have ever read what they might have thought about whole sworn brotherhood trio.

NHS&LWJ are friends Series by Katalyna_Rose (M, 14k, WangXian, LWJ & NHS, ChengSang, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant Epistolary, Sex Education, Grief/Mourning, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Pining, Implied Sexual Content, mostly book canon, but i borrow some characterization from the drama as well, Light Angst, Crack, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Chief Cultivator NHS, married wangxian, Established Relationship) is an absolute must.

level 50! by artsy_alice (G, 8k, NHS & LWJ, WangXian, ChengSang, Modern with Magic, Childhood Friends, Developing Friendships, Fluff and Humor, the sangcheng and wangxian are background stuff, super light angst for like 0.2 seconds) it's not canonverse, but is lwj&nhs friendship focus

~*~

7. Hi, im looking for a fics where wei ying is female and survive. Its telling her married stories with lan zhan @xeravielle

our close and kindred ties by exmanhater (E, 41k, WangXianXi, Pregnancy Kink, Incest, almost incest, Post-Canon, Gender Changes, Always a Different Sex, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Riding, Vaginal Fingering, Established Relationship, Situational Incest Only, POV Outsider, Pregnancy, Family Feels, Fluff, Incest Adjacent, Threesome - F/F/M, Relationship Negotiation, (slight) Pregnancy Kink, Kid Fic, Parenting, Inappropriate Use of Gūsū Lán Forehead Ribbon, Double Penetration, LWJ is a service top, Strap-Ons, Anal Sex, Light Bondage, Light Dom/sub, Restraints, Parenthood) always female!(wwx and lwj), focuses on their post-canon married life

~*~

8. i'm in the mood for a fic where wwx is abused and tortured and lwj rescues him and nurses him back to health <3

🔒 Heart of hearts series by apathyinreverie (M, 40k, WangXian, Dark LWJ(Ish), Amnesia, WWX gets to be Not Okay after the BM, Hurt WWX, Recovery, Caring, Protective LWJ, Possessive LWJ, some definite manipulation but not everything is as it seems, not nearly as dark as the tags make it sound, Canon Divergence, Golden Core Reveal, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It Kind Of, Domestic WangXian, Fluff, WWX Goes to Gusu, Possessive WWX, WWX happily atticwifing away, Sunshot Campaign, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ, ridiculously self-indulgent, Not Cultivation World Friendly)

some good mistakes by Lise (T, 18k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Post-Canon, Road trips, rescue Missions, Hurt/Comfort, Awkward Conversations, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, [Podfic] some good mistakesby kisahawklin) might also fit but you don't see Lan Zhan nursing Wei Ying back to health in this one (you learn of it second hand).

Dream a little dream of me by Moominmammashandbag (M, 60k, WangXian, SangYu, Prison, Hair Washing, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, mentions of torture, Mention of dismemberment, Coming Out, Anxiety Disorder, Anxiety Attacks, goose!NMJ, Reincarnation, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Incest, Dreamwalking, Angst with a Happy Ending, JZX Lives)

❤️ nightingale Series by Moominmammashandbag (M, 62k, WIP, WangXian, XuanLi, LQY/JC, Pseudo-History, No power AU, Empires, Discussion Of Murder, aftermath of war, prisoner exchange, Grief/Mourning, LWJ POV, Angst, Emperor JZX, Imperial Advisor LWJ, widower LWJ, JYL is the Empress the world deserves, Happy Ending, POW WWX, Reunions, Fluff, Smut, Dysfunctional Family, Poetry, BAMF LWJ, emotional support goat, poetry as a weapon, Injury Recovery, Rehabilitation, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Body Image, Self-Esteem Issues, Married Life, Domestic Fluff, Childbirth) And I think others by the same author

~*~

9. i recently read Practical Considerations and really enjoyed it. so i wanted to ask if you know any similar fics where wei wuxian helps with running the lan sect either on either the administrative side or as an important leader!

it’s really fun to see wwx’s other talents explored cause we never really see much of that

I’m Going Out (Gonna Make A Name For Me And You) by cosmicmilktea (T, 16k, wangxian, post-canon, chief cultivator LWJ, Mentor WWX, intersect relations, slow burn, sickness)

And Yet Here You Are by cosmicmilktea (T, 10k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Domestic Fluff, Cloud Recesses, settling down, Separation Anxiety, Teacher WWX, very light angst, Chief Cultivator LWJ)

~*~

10. Any fics where wwx, mxy, and xue yang (with their similar features) are actually all related? (Perhaps even half brothers, some sect leaders sure get around, maybe cangse and her hubby had a reason to nope out the cultivation world)

~*~

11. Hellour! For the next imtf, i have some requests

A) a fic where maybe after wwx's resurrection, jiang cheng isnt angry but relieved? Like he cries or hugs or apologizes to wwx. (Please no wip!)

B) any fics where wwx or lwj changes gender and the other has to take care of them, like through periods and stuff. Aus dont matter. (Please no wip!)

C) one where instead of jiang cheng, nie huaisang and wei wuxian as a trio, what if there was another trio? Maybe lan wangji, wei wuxian and xichen? Nie hauisang, lan wangji and wei wuxian? Just one where lwj has some friends( in the millions of fics i have read, lwj only rarely has friends) it can be the jin siblings even. Au dont matter. (Please no wip!)

Thank you so much for all you do^-^ @just-troy0-0

11A)

The Twin Blades of Yunmeng by GhostySword, ofmindelans (T, 89k, JC & WWX, wangxian, JC/NHS, Canon Divergence, Yunmeng Brothers Reconciliation, BAMF JC, protective LWJ, Golden Core Reveal, Swords and Feelings, WWX Resurrection, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn, Embedded Images, Sect Leader QS)

A Bell That Tells Us to Rise and Fight by DeerstalkerDeathFrisbee (T, 120k, WangXian, ChengQing, XuanLi, SongXiao, Canon Divergence, Arranged Marriage, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Everyone Needs A Hug, Women Being Awesome, BAMF Women, Minor Character Death)

11C)

🔒 in the shadow of moonlit flowers by Reverie (cl410) (T, 56k, wangxian, LXC/NMJ, Cloud Recesses, LWJ & NHS Friendship, Developing Relationship, POV LWJ, Minor Injuries, Autistic LWJ, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, aka the Madam Yu warning, Genius WWX, Light Angst And Hurt/Comfort, WWX Protection Squad, Gusu Lan Sect, Slow Burn, Protective LWJ, LWJ-centric) Lan Zhan becomes friends with Nie Huaisang

Orchids in Lotus Pier by Vamillepudding (G, 21k, wangxian, canon divergence, romantic comedy, pining, protective JC, friends to lovers, misunderstandings) Lan Zhan befriends Jiang Cheng

~*~

12. In the mood for fics where Wei Wuxian gets his original body back? I mean, I know there's already a fic comp with fics like that, but I need more with just "Wei Wuxian getting his body back" fics. Thank you!

~*~

13. I'm looking for canon era fics which ooze depression, sadness, misery with every word in them. I want to read extremely miserable, living in a shell, disoriented, closed off, silent, SILENT , depressed Wei wuxian.

Happy endings only. @constellationdks

🔒🧡 rain falls and soaks into the earth series by RoseThorne (T, 60k, WangXian, WIP, Near Death, Depression, Psychological Trauma, Justice, Fear, Angst, No War AU, Attempted Murder, Bad Parent YZY, POV Third Person, POV LXC, Podfic Available, Hurt/Comfort, Crying, Romantic Gestures, Recovery, POV LWJ, Trauma, Dissociation, Courtship, Courting Rituals, Eventual Happy Ending, Panic Attacks, Vomiting, Protective Siblings, Soup, Triggers, Protective LWJ, Protective LQR, Yúnmèng Siblings Dynamics, reference to poisoning, reference to assassination, Reference to chronic illness, reference to infanticide, Minor Injuries, Painting, Gift Giving, WWX Has a Fear of Dogs, Good Sibling JC, Good Sibling JYL, BAMF WWX, Jealous SS, WWX Protection Squad)

~*~

14. hiii for itmf i was wondering if y’all had any really good modern aus?

synesthesia by uchiuchi (T, 28k, WangXian, Modern, College/University, Strangers to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining)

through a window softly by impossibletruths (T, 14k, WangXian, Modern, College/University, Neighbors, Music, They Play Music Together But They’ve Never Met, It’s very romantic, Graduate School, WWX Is Doing Music Education and LWJ Is Doing Composition, Music As Love Language, Just A Whole Lot Of Classical Music In General, Podfic Available, Spanish Translation Available, Russian Translation Available)

🧡 CSI: Gusu Edition Series by Stratisphyre (M, 39k, WangXian, WWX & LQR, Modern with Magic AU, College AU, Golden Core Reveal, Single parent WWX, Good Uncle LQR, Hospitalization, Allusions to violence and murder)

one good thing by Yuu_chi (T, 26k, WangXian, Modern, Ghost WWX, Angst and Humor, Angst with a Happy Ending, I swear there really is a happy ending, And an alarming amount of rabbits)

🔒 The Life Cycle of the Frog and the Fish by Aerlalaith (T, 53k, WangXian, Reincarnation, Fairy Tale Elements, Fairy Tale Retellings, Sort Of, Reincarnation, Mystery, Fluff and Angst, Humor, Illnesses Curses, References to Illness, Modern with Magic)

the family-dodging bathroom-dwellers association by yukla (T, 5k, WangXian, bathroom meet-awkward, commiseration over uncomfortable family dynamics, the undeniable romance of meeting someone who is in the same awful situation as you, typical jiang family interactions, Humor, Modern)

🧡 Hello, IT. Have You Tried Turning It Off and On Again? By overmountainandmeadow (T, 65k, WangXian, Modern AU, Office, Modern office AU, IT Director! LWJ, Graphic Designer! WWX, Father!LWJ, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Juniors as interns, Light Angst, Mistaken Identity, Identity Porn, Rabbits, Cloud Recesses as a company, Happy Ending, Single Parent LWJ)

The Simplest Way Forward by harriet_vane (E, 70k, WangXian, Modern AU, Accidental Baby Acquisition,Kid Fic, explicit in much much later chapters, green card marriage (but not really), pining for your own husband, endless pining, Slow Burn, Happy Ending, Nothing else bad or traumatic happens to the baby, [Podfic of] The Simplest Way Forward by knight_tracer)

~*~

15. ITMF please! Can I have your favorite BAMF!WWX fic recs please? Just WWX being absolutely brilliant and smart and being able to survive bc of it. Tysm!!

A Life Without Regrets by naqaashi (M, 163k, WangXian, JFM & WWX, JC & WWX, WRH & WWX, LXC & LWJ, LQR & LWJ, LWJ & NHS, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Angst and Humor, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Crack Treated Seriously, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Murder Husbands, PTSD, BAMF WWX, Cultivation Sect Politics, Genius WWX, Cultivation Theory, Sentient Burial Mounds, Dysfunctional Family, Grief/Mourning, Angry WWX, No Golden Core Transfer, BAMF LWJ, Angry LWJ, One-Braincell WangXian, Idiots in Love, Requited Love, Requited Unrequited Love, Soft WangXian, Married WangXian, Soulmates, Not Cultivation World Friendly, Immortal WWX, Canon-Typical Violence, Not JC Friendly, Not Yunmeng Jiang friendly, not gusu lan friendly, Immortal LWJ)

We’ll Build A Dynasty (one the heavens can’t shake) by One_eyed_God (T, 66k, WangXian, WWX & WQ, WWX & WN, WWX & JYL, canon typical Jiang family dynamics, BAMF WWX, Canon JC Characteristics, POV Outsider, Hurt/Comfort, Pre-Relationship, WWX is a Wen, Sect Leader WWX, Genius WWX, The Casual Intimacy of Hand-Holding, A Love Letter to WWX, Not JC Friendly, Time Travel Fix-It)

🔒 Whatever you do by apathyinreverie (T, 8k, WangXian, LXC & LWJ, somewhat darker cultivation world, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ, BAMF LXC, don’t mess with the twin jades, not Jiang friendly, YZY Bashing, WWX is appreciated, genius WWX, everyone is a little darker in this, except for WWX, who is still sunshine personified, Fluff, Possessive LWJ, Gusu Lan would like to send Yunmeng a fruits basket, as thanks for their idiocy, Fix-It)

Time Charm by Jenrose  (E, 141k, wangxian, later queerplatonic LWJ/WWX/WQ, LXC/JGY/2nd Madam Mo, time travel fix-it, post-canon, everyone lives au, genius inventor WWX, BAMF wangxian, first time, pregnancy, childbirth, asexual character, aftermath of time travel, telepathic bond, slice of life)

the field meets the wood by astronicht (T, 7k, WangXian, BAMF WWX, slight whump, Ritualistic Self Harm, Canon Era, Tang Dynasty style, Blood Loss, Blood and Injury, salt economics, Post-Canon, [podfic] the field meets the wood by jellyfishfire, [Podfic] the field meets the wood by semperfiona_podfic (semperfiona))

And Time Is But a Paper Moon by sami (M, 138k, WangXian, XiChengQing, Time Travel, Fix-It, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Healing, Mental Health Issues, PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Depression, BAMF WWX, BAMF JC, BAMF LWJ, BAMF JYL, Getting Together) multiple podfics and translations into multiple languages available

~*~

16. Hi! Do you guys know any fics where Wei Wuxian kind of embraces the duties of Madam of the sect? Like, really start to take over the planning, the logistics, the care for the people and maybe is even called Lan Er Furen or Lan Furen? May thanks!

By Any Other Name by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 31k, Wangxian, Canon Divergence, Crossdressing, Misunderstandings, Identity Porn, Identity reveal) in which WWX takes on a cover identity as JC's (female) cousin and basically takes on the duties of Madame Jiang to the point that everyone *assumes* he's JC's betrothed (he isn't, its a wangxian fic)

The Housewife's Guide to Causing Chaos by dvasva (M, 127k, WIP, WangXian, Canon-Typical Violence, Functionally Trans Character, Mild Sexual Content, Domestic Fluff, Love Confessions, Transphobia, Good Parents LWJ and WWX, Pining, WWX is a Tease, Grief/Mourning, Body Dysphoria, Fake Marriage, Canonical Character Death, Misunderstandings, Doting LWJ, Canon Divergence, Arranged Marriage, WWX is not in MXY's body, Misgendering, Mild Angst, Assumptions, Comedic Elements, non-sexual nudity, Blood, Discussion of Various Bodily Functions, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, 4 years of mourning instead of 13, Méishān Yú Sect, POV Multiple, Corporal Punishment, Trans WWX, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, pregnancy mention, Timeline What Timeline, Sexual Harassment Threats) WWX resurrected in the body of LWJ's (OC) wife. Less heavy on the logistics/clan management but iirc there's some

My Leaves Reach Ever for the Sun by nonplussed (T, 26k, WangXian, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fix-It, Crossdressing, Idiots in Love, Sharing a Bed, Canon Divergence, Happy Ending, Mutual Pining, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies) actual "Madame"/sect duties stuff is mostly in the epilogue but this is a really fun fic about WWX undercover as LWJ's wife (endgame wangxian) Maybe these two also:

So You Want to Start a War by JaenysBloodcourt (T, 41k, WIP, MY/QS, MY/WWX, WangXian, Reincarnation, Half-Sibling Incest Mention!, QS does the ritual instead of MXY, WWX as a woman, MY Is His Own Warning, Canon Divergence, Impersonation, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Please check the notes before reading a chapter, Timeline What Timeline, WWX Has PTSD)

Wei Wuxian, Who's That? by bumbledees (T, 48k, wangxian, crossdressing, pining, sibling feels)

~*~

17. wangxian history @shy248

~*~

If you didn’t get an answer to your ask here, don’t forget to make use of @mdzs-kinkmeme and MDZS KINK MEME on Dreamwidth. Authors actually do use them for ideas. You may get what you order!***Your prompt doesn’t have to be kink! Fluff, crack, whatever - it’s all good!***

[majosullivan]

Castle Swimmer Dashboard Simulator 2

🔄 gay-ass-seagrass reblogged sandyshells

🌳 everlastingwhiskers Follow

Threre are ha;ir thi eves haeving sex ;;; in my castsle’swalls sned help

🌳 everlastingwhiskers Follow

There are hair thieves having sex in our walls and now I’m getting fucking HECKLED

🪝 hookedline Follow

This has to be the funniest reason I seen for accusing a post for being fake cause like…it implies that they thought it is simply impossible for anyone here to be the same age or have similar usernames imao

🌳 everlastingwhiskers Follow

I can’t believe that out of all things, I’m being accused of lying about my castle having hair thieves infestation. I don’t think some of you guys understand just how much of a nightmare it is t;o ha e (32$$:?2 s)3$:!/@“/ svehiwsjlajwvdbk

🐚 sandyshells Follow

Op? Op are you good?

🌿 gay-ass-seagrass Follow

The hair thieves fucking got them

62,586 notes

🐬 divingdelphinus Follow

Head of the Guards: Oh hey, you guys are back early-

Guard: God Mouth’s haunted

Head of the Guards: What?

Guard: [grabbing a leister and heading back out the castle] God Mouth’s haunted

82,506 notes

♣️ saltysoul Follow

There are three evil witches from the dark sea traveling through the Purple Peaks? Damn, are they single?

496 notes

🔄 kitti-fishh reblogged

💟 kitti-fishh Follow

As a mer with any basic morals, what mini gods are capable of is terrifying. I have heard so many stories about poor castles being cursed because they defend themselves from an unprovoked attack from a minigod. No creature should have the ability to damn someone or a whole castle to a cruel fate because they defended themselves or an offence out of their control.

However, as a petty bitch-

🫧 bubbly-bubbles Follow

💟 kitti-fishh Follow

You. You Get It

#LISTEN #I’m not SAYING that if I had mini god destructive powers I would use them constantly for petty shit #I am simply putting it out there that the temptation would possibly pass my mind

5,891 notes

🔄 lesbiankelp reblogged

🦪 clamingdown Follow

What if we k-kissed at the bottom of the god mouth 🥺👉👈 and we were both girls 😳

629 notes

🔄 needling-on reblogged

💰 needling-on Follow

A list of things that I have learnt about/was told by the thirteen year old boy that has recently been staying at our castle with his mother (with every single thing being confirmed as being true):

-His mother threatened the leaders from their original castle that she would cut off their HEADS if they ever came near her son again cause they were treat him like shit. It should be mentioned that she said this TO THEIR FACES in front of THE ENTIRE CASTLE

-His first sword fighting pupil is a cursed prince (from what I’ve heard from his mother, his pupil is basically a big brother to him now)

-Also, his first pupil happens to be the beacon’s BOYFRIEND???

-AND HIS PUPIL IS FRIENDS WITH TWO OF OUR RULERS HERE, ONE OF WHICH IS MY OWN QUEEN???

-He could probably beat every guard at my castle in a fight

-He has broken a grown man’s arm so badly it popped in the other direction because he made fun of him and his pupil

-His mother was almost kidnapped by a giant trench monster in the God Mouth

-He stabbed said trench monster in the eye to save his mother

-He has recently fought an evil witch

-Him and his mother have also recently met the beacon

💰 needling-on Follow

Love seeing everyone’s priorities

239,063 notes

🔄 seadaisies reblogged

🌼 seadaisies Follow

okay but can someone tell me what is up with petrified pufferfishes? i swear, every time I plan for a trip, without fail, someone wanting to help me with supplies will give me one of these stupid little guys and just. Refuse to elaborate further

🐡 petrified-pufferfish Follow

You fool. You halfwit. A senseless sentiment from a simple-minded stooge. Your denial of me will bring forth your downfall. Your ignorance will wrap you in the garments of your rising. What will you have when you’re buried in the sand, choking on your own blood and no merciful god to hear your pleads?

🌼 seadaisies Follow

feel like my skeleton is about to jump out of my god damn skin, what the actual FUCK does this mean???

8,475 notes

🔄 give-that-axolotl-a-knife reblogged

🌿 gay-ass-seagrass Follow

The Surface God released me into the wild and now they’re hunting me for sport

24,074 notes

🔄 nauticalnymph reblogged

💠 nauticalnymph Follow

Of course you have an unending sense of dread as you desperately cling to a prophecy that could never be fulfilled. and pronouns

💠 nauticalnymph Follow

Easy site

58,944 notes

🥒 cutecumbers Follow

Oh the things I would give up to live the rest of my life as a little sponge. Bouncing around all day. Not a single thought ever going on behind those eyes. The ideal existence

2,857 notes

🖼️ ocean-landscapes Follow

The Purple Peaks

749 notes

🪨 mossy-rocks Follow

rip to everyone who died while trying to swim to the surface but I’m different

🪨 mossy-rocks Follow

if I wanted to reach the surface, I would simply just swim straight up until I got there

🔘 mossy-rocks-deactivated

you know what i’m gonna start swimming up there right now

84,689 notes

🔄 moonjelly reblogged honeydew-gourami

🎗️honeydew-gourami Follow

Do we still talk about that giant mini god crab that was destroying the Purple Peaks and making it basically impossible for castles to live peacefully there? Like whatever happened with that?

🌀 moonjelly Follow

The beacon completed the crab’s prophecy and turned him back to normal so things are chill now

🎗️ honeydew-gourami Follow

🌀 moonjelly Follow

What’s not clicking?

#you know who does click though? #the crabs #bunch of funky little guys

47,524 notes

[revnah1406]

Did you ever make a. bell oc?

Hi Anon!

No, I've never made a Bell Oc. I like cold war but I'm more into black ops 2.

For now I just have Abby as my black ops oc.

But it's true that in Abby's timeline exists a Bell oc. Her name is Mila and belongs to @efingart , I'll leave her story here if you want to know more about her. I fucking love everyone's Bells, especially my mutuals. But my friend E and I talked a lot about these and we decided to make our ocs canon in each others' story to make it more interesting. The drama is really good, and her story is amazing, you should check it out.

I'll leave a small sketch of Mila and Abby here hehehe.

That's all! Thank you for the ask! 🧡✨

[britt-kageryuu]

Afternoon Day 2

First | PREV | Next

-----------------

💜

Donnie practically threw Mikey out to take over for the meet & greet. Because while it wouldn't be very different from the interviews, at least they wouldn't have to initiate the conversation.

Plus they were able to get a quick bite to eat, and a refill on their coffee.

Donnie reset the background to be the beach set, and set a beach chair model overtop the chair in the hotel room.

The afternoon wasn't very eventful, sure there was some gushing because a fan had brought handmade Shelldon and River plush toys, and some gifts that were dropped off.

Donnie had to more interesting photo ops if only because they kept summoning constructs to make things more unique.

Though when having the news of the morning relayed to them, he almost felt jealous that their time slot wasn't as eventful. The most they got was some jabs about the board shorts on their model.

💙

Leo was glad to finally be getting to shop for himself.

Though he was getting a bit annoyed with people stopping for pictures then having small arguments over who he was dressed as... he didn't have the heart to tell them he was literally just borrowing his boyfriends clothes.

Though he go luck with some comic finds, a Jupiter Jim figure, and a model kit for a obscure scifi series.

Then popped back into the Artist Alley to grab some cute Pride Pins he saw earlier where switch off with Mikey.

Now if only he could remember which table they were at, or who was next to them.

He eventually found them, and found a few adorable keychains, buttons, and pins along the way.

🧡

Mikey was still a little miffed with Donnie kicking him out of room, but he's glad to be back at his table. Though getting the news about the morning from CJ, and seeing the video well.

He felt conflicted to learn about the person who cause a commotion, but what could he do. The person was already taken away, and apparently videos and stories are kinda trending on the art community social media at the moment. Ouch to their reputation if they had one.

Though he did get some questions about the morning, and he wondered if people were just buying his stuff because of the drama that happened.

But either way it seemed like the second he put the quick draw commissions sign back out, a line appears out of nowhere. So he was pretty busy until the end of the day, and they actually sold out of a good number of items.

Other than that things were fairly standard, kinda busy, but not bad. He even got to buy a few things on his way to the table so that was a win at least.

❤

Raph felt a bit awkward helping in the booth, but he lost the game to choose who would take over for April, mainly just the space behind the table wasn't very big, and he felt like he was just getting in Cass' way.

So the first thing he did was ask if she wanted him to grab anything, like to eat of from the tank?

Cass wasn't annoyed by this, but did give Raph a list of snacks, drinks, and a few items from the tank, and a couple things to buy from booths nearby.

Though once he got back, he was made to take over for a half hour while Cass took a break. And while it wasn't that bad, he felt a bit nervous about messing something up.

Mostly Raph worried about messing up with the e-payment system, since he wasn't familiar with how it works, though he felt more confident once ha leaned over to ask Dee for help.

So he stuck around to help, and Cass didn't mind him being in the way a bit. Because at one point she perched on his shoulder to glare down at someone who offended her. Since she wasn't allowed to attack people, she could at least intimidate them from a high place.

Give the illusion that she would pounce on them, but she wouldn't... hopefully.

~▪~▪~▪~▪~▪~▪~

Once the Dealers Hall closed Leo and Donnie met up to grab some Dinner for everyone while the others packed up for the day.

There was a bit of an argument over what to get, so they grabbed some food from from a few places. If only because of multiple messages in the group chat about not getting only pizza.

Once they all met up in one of the hotel rooms, they started going over a game plan for the next day since they needed to plan how to pack everything left up quickly.

Plus with it being the last day they all wanted to do some last minute shopping before things close up, so after a some discussion, updating the schedule, and double checking the posts on their M&G schedule.

There were no meet and greets on the last day, though someone was going to swap with Mikey for an hour or so, so that he can buy things.

Though there was some entertainment from April telling them about some of the people she interviewed that day. Which then brought up the question about if they needed to do those the next day.

Thankfully not, since the Staff wanted to more focus on getting things wrapped up, and only ask that the drones get some good footage from the last day.

"Here's to getting through the last day, mostly uneventfully."

-------------------

Masterpost

Now to figure out how to write out the last post or 2 from this series, and that if I ever do this again, it will probably be as a comic or something.

[elpis-simps]

Okay I just found out something. So we all know Captain Marvel. (BTW this post is for marvel fans) and her movie. I've watched that movie multiple times. Love it, I think it's written fairly well, great CGI, funny script, good lore and story, love how everything ties in, overall its a really good movie; and captain marvel is one of my favourite superheroes, and one of the most badass.

WHY THE F*CK do people think she's a "bad movie and bad superhero" like it's one of the really good B.E movies! (Before Endgame)

**I'm using B.E as Befoee Endgame because A.E (after endgame) is arguably the worse marvel era. Don't get me wrong, it has some great stuff in A.E, but B.E is just better overall.

Anyways, back to what I was saying. I think k Brie Larson was a great actress and did really well portraying the character Captain Marvel. Not to mention captain marvel was one of the overpowered superheroes in the B.E era, before they started making everyone OP to defeat big CGI villains and to make their movies more action packed to get more views and stuff. She had good plotline, good powers, cool backstory, funny, and genuinely one of my favourite female superheroes.

I would love to see her as the new face of the MCU, A.E. considering they killed off what was generally considered the "face" of the MCU, Iron Man and Captain America, they haven't put much focus on one or two specific people to be aforementioned face.

Captain marvel hasn't been killed off, she has amazing potential, and she's personally one of my favourite 'Big Badass Backup To Fight Big Strong Villain" in those "No hope left" moments.

I don't understand the hate on her. May e its because she was, along with Natasha Romanff, one of the first female superheroes on-screen in the MCU. Sexism is a big thing in movies and stuff, but I have some reasons why I think she and another person- who I will mention later- should be the next 'Face of the MCU'.

1: the previous 'face' duo was Iron man and Captain America. So it sta ds to reason, along with what marvel has been doing to be more racially and gender inclusive, that we should have 2 female superheroes.

Yes I know the whole 'really overexaggerated feminist film superhero plotline new budget annoying superhero to earn more money and get higher ratings' thing is annoying; but hear me out.

Point 2: I have a few options, but to continue off of point 1; I feel like a good combo would be The Scarlet Witch and Captain Marvel. (Wanda Maximoff and Carol Danvers)

They are both powerful, badass, good storyline, great actors behind them heroes/characters. They could make for a good duo to contrast from the B.E duo of men.

Point 3: yes u know that Wanda is 'dead' BUT before the rocks fell on her, you could clearly see a flash of RED MAGIC in the rocks. After the entire Dr Strange MoM (multiverse of madness) plotline was 'Scarlet Witch has grown in power she's following us into DUFFERENT DIMENSIONS and was prophesied since the DAWN OF TIME, and has unlocked much more of her powers, I HIGHLY doubt some normal old rocks would kill her.

It's just unlikely considering how obscure some of marvels foreshadowing has been, we know that they foreshadow films that come out like 3 years later.

Point 4: moving away from Captain Marvel and Wanda, how about a new duo.

Bucky Barnes and Yelena Belova. Its similar to the old duo of Captain America (man out of time, from 1940, soldier) and Iron Man (normal human, with special training/ gear that is one of the only things that makes them super.)

This duo would be interesting, especially as we've seen both bucky AND yelena on an official marvel movie poster together.

I personally love both characters;and it pays homage to the golden age of marvel B.E.

Bucky is homage to Captain America (obviously) and Yelena is homage to both Iron Man AND Natasha Romanoff.

And it could allow for more opportunity of the old age to come shining back through the new age, in the form of two humans, who have a rivalry,

(I think it would be interesting to have bucky and yelena to have a mild rivalry at least, considering we chose them due to there similarities with the old duo, cap and stark)

Who are also enhanced in ways that gives them an advantage in fighting, and it could give a lot of opportunity to save marvel. And bucky is a fan favourite character, so considering marvels reputation going down now their movies are getting worse COMPARED TO B.E, I think this could be a great way to bring the nostalgia of the old movies back.

So my original rant was about captain marvel being hated. Sorry for making you read all this, and if you have read everything here, I thank you immensely for giving me the time and chance.

I really miss the B.E era, and hate how they kill off all the OG great characters for new, sh*ttier superheros like Kamala Khan.

So here is just some ideas in my passionate rant which I would love to see. I love Wanda and Captain marvel, but personally I think I would prefer the Winter Soldier and White Widow duo because it would need less fancy magic CGI, and give the film(s) they appear in a more B.E and better quality feel then just a bunch of CGI that takes away from the quality of the movie and storyline, and the lack of CGI ( I mean the bright magic flashy stuff they constantly use in A.E, not the general cgi they more often use in B.E)

Would give the film(s) a better, more enostalgic, more authentic, emotional, just overall better film quality and plotline.