#especially considering reformats and stuff

[transingthoseformers]

Shoots a cold constructed mech with the deaging gun, what happens? since they were never a baby?

Two options:

They revert back to what they were like at that age as a newbuild

This is their first time being a child/baby

[quibbs126]

Okay so I ended up actually finishing off this page today

So do you remember when I talked about wanting to make Legally Distinct Transformers sometime after watching Transformers One like 2 weeks ago? Well I actually did start trying to make their designs afterwards, but then I ended up losing interest. But then listening to the Transformers Prime theme song on loop got my brain a-thinking about these guys again, so I went back and tried to at least make some of the designs in my head

Right now this is what I have in mind for their designs. The basics are that they have solid eye colors (I just shaded them like CRK to give them some more life), skin that's at least the color of metal, which tends to be grey but can be other colors as seen, and also hair. Maybe hair doesn't make the most sense, especially considering they are still supposed to be made of metal, even if it is living and malleable, but listen. When I was originally internally thinking of designs for these guys, golden guy there specifically had long, wavy, luscious golden locks, and I had to keep that. So they have hair now. Also pointy ears because why not

They also have those square cores in the middle that are the same color as their eyes, which is basically supposed to be like their heart/power source

As mentioned, they are still metal alien things like Transformers, and they still have transforming capabilities. I don't know what specifically they transform into though, at least as some sort of alternate mode. They can just transmute their metal at will into other things, like weapons if they so choose. Also most of their world is also made of living metal, so with some reformatting they can turn anything into a weapon or some other object, including severed limbs

So far, I really don't feel like I've gotten distinct enough with these guys, both in design and concept. Also their designs just aren't really that unique or special in any way, just in general. But I don't know, I don't really know what to do with these guys design wise. I think you people know I never really get too weird with my designs, at least not now. It's pretty much just humans and mostly human looking beings. I know I need to get out of that more but I just don't know how

I also want to give them clothes in some way, but I don't know what to do on that front either. They're all naked right now, but that doesn't really mean anything here since they don't really have private parts. At least not yet anyways. I'm not giving them boobs or anything though. But yeah, they maybe wear clothes, mostly because I don't know how else to make them distinct, but I don't know what kind of clothes to give them

Something I'm realizing is with the Transformers, generally what makes them the most distinct is their head/helmet design, as well as what's around their body that's part of their alternate mode. But since I don't really know what I'm doing with these guys, I don't know how to incorporate that

I don't know, I think I should move on to a different topic, I'm just repeating myself on the design front. I don't know what I'm doing and I am not skilled enough to make these guys anything exceptional, even if my brain wants to do stuff with them

I guess we can talk about character stuff? Though granted, we still only have one character named, that being (tentatively) Howler, whom I'll mention later

I've mentioned this before, but basically as a refresher, Purple and Gold here are fighting a civil war, after their people had an uprising against the previous tyrannical leader

Basically the story I have right now is that the two started out very close, at some point joining against the ruling class to elicit change and revolution for their people. Also, they were in fact, gay and in love. But then during one encounter, likely after saving Purple, Gold gets captured by their enemy and basically left to be tortured and die in some horrible punishment place they have or something. I haven't fleshed out the details of this place yet. But it did lead to him getting horribly mutilated with his eye being ripped out and by the end of it, half of his face being basically gone and ripped apart. I have this very distinct vision of him having this red line (same color as his eye) going all the way from the top of his head to at least his neck. Meanwhile, Purple and their other allies tried to get him back but failed, and they rallied more forces and eventually lead an assault on the ruling class in revolution

This is also where Gold came back, having basically done the impossible of surviving that place he got sent to, and also bringing other survivors from there to basically be the cavalry and the two both working together to defeat their tyrannical leader

But they differed when left to decide what to do after, and how do deal with the ruler, Gold's experiences making him more ruthless, leading him to personally execute their former ruler and have some sort of altercation that left Purple with his arm now gone. His yellow one is a replacement he got sometime after this fight

This event sparked the creation of the two sides of this new civil war, with both disagreeing on how they deal with the rest of the ruling class and the structure of the government going forward. But also, for Purple and Gold, who are either the leaders of the movements or people with high standing in both sides, the conflict is very personal, since they both feel personally betrayed by the other

So yeah, basically Transformers, particularly One

I really need to work on making them more distinct from Transformers, I really do. I know I eventually was able to do that with Ralia, but that was over the course of at least two years, and was when I was in junior high, aka I had a lot less responsibilities, and I actually had creative juices back then as opposed to the constant drought of nowadays. Also my attention span is even lower, and I'll probably forget these guys yet again before I do anything meaningful

But anyways, I guess we talk about the last person here, aka Howler?

To be honest I don't entirely know what her name means. I think in my brain she was originally Sparrow or Raven, but then I wanted to change it, and so my brain thought Nightshade, then Night Howler (like from Zootopia), which then just got shortened to Howler. But it's a name, so I'll take it

Note that Purple and Gold are not the characters' actual names, they're just placeholders because I don't have any for them

Basically Howler's whole deal is that she suspiciously looks like Purple and Gold's love child. She's on Gold's side of the war, and is a younger member who's quick and good with knives. Gold also does treat her nicely, though they never refer to each other by a familial connection, but also Gold isn't evil like Megatron is supposed to be, and he's not horrible to the people who serve under him, unless he just doesn't like them. She is also supposed to be young enough that she was born after the war has started, although very early on in its timeframe

In my brain, because it's also for some reason an actual series someone watches, Howler's relation to the two is supposed to be something people commonly theorize/headcanon, but at least at the beginning of the story, isn't outright stated, and I've left it semi-ambiguous in my mind. But I think I'm going with the idea that yes, she is

Also the specific setup is that Purple isn't aware of their relation and Howler maybe hasn't specifically been told of Purple's relation to her, because Gold was the one that had her and this was not that long after their split, so emotions were kind of running high for him and he didn't feel like doing that out of spite

Also don't ask me how they reproduce. I guess it's sexually based on Howler, but I'm not sure I want to think about the whole process of it. They're made of metal, but it's also supposed to be living metal or some sort of metal-like alien substance, so they have some amount of organic-ness to them. But gender doesn't matter with them, or at the very least their concept of gender is different than ours and lets this be a thing

I'm not sure I have much else to talk about, so I guess I'm done here. I just wanted to talk about these guys I suppose. I like them and I want to do more with them, but I struggle with drawing them, or at least making designs of them that aren't just really boring and uninspired

[writer-darling]

Are You Ever Dreaming of Me?

Chapter 3: Love Story | Read Chapter 2: Clean!

I NEVER USE Y/N OR ANYTHING LIKE IT THANK YOU SO MUCH :)

Rating: M - MATURE ((for now, but there WILL BE explicit stuff later sooo (18+ MINORS DNI)

Pairing: Ezra (Prospect, 2018) x F!Reader

Warnings: Good old enemies-to-lovers trope. age gap (10 years). Nothing super descriptive for Reader but they are described as having hair. Tension, ofc, especially sexual tension out the wahzoo. Adult language. Alotta feelings and things of that nature. Banter. Fighting. Insults, Flirting. It’s E-to-L, you know where this is going. Feral Ezra (he starts at a 50.6% but ends up at about a 67.9 % in this chapter). Also I'm feeling lazy so these tags are incomplete. If there are any that I missed, please inbox me to let me know and I will add them in :)

Word Count: 10.5k

Summary!: You're forced to play nice with Ezra for one night and things between you two reach a new peak.

A/N: REWRITTEN AND REFORMATTED ON: 12/26/23

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“I got tired of waiting

Wonderin' if you were ever comin' around,”

Your mind slowly lets go of the interaction with Ezra. You get washed up, dressed, and manage to eat a couple of bit bars before you grab your equipment and walk out to the dig site, seeing the familiar faces of your crew also heading over there. The downpour is now steady, rhythmic as it falls, and soon the ground is dampened.

As the crew heads out to the site, Ezra is right there with you all, trying his best to keep his mind off of you. He’s doing a piss poor job of it, though. His mind keeps wandering back despite his best efforts; the way you make him feel both incredibly infuriated and yet incredibly attracted to you. There’s something about you that’s just so damn... captivating. Blessed mother, he can’t wrap his head around it. You’re like the hypnotizing flame and he’s the poorest of moths, helpless to stay away and doomed to burn. He knows it isn't healthy, but he can't help himself. He keeps finding reasons to be around you, even when he knows it isn't the smartest thing to do.

You find a good and relatively isolated spot to work, just a few yards from the rest of the crew and you begin your setup. The dig site is a good 500 square feet, with grids separated by flags to mark the boundary between one space and another. Each area per prospector is about 10 feet around, though it’s hard to say how many gems can be found in one sight. Once you finish with one, the boss removes that mark from the drawn grid map, and it is then considered a barren area before you move on to the next space. It’s nothing too complex, but it does take up plenty of time in the day.

As you settle into your space, you double-check your radio, ensuring your signal is functioning properly. 

“Test.. test.. 1-2, 1-2…” You say quietly as you begin to unpack your tool kit and kneel on the damp soil. 

“Signal RO-4379, copy.” You hear your boss call back. You look up to his spot as he overlooks from the watchtower and you both give each other a thumbs-up. Out here, radio signals are all on throughout the shifts, and you can hear the thrum of the other workers through your earpiece, but you're so used to it now that you can easily tune it out if necessary.

Ezra finds a spot for himself near the middle of the site and starts his own work after checking his own signal, hearing yours and his heart skipping a beat for a moment. But he ignores it and tries to focus on the task at hand. His mind keeps wandering back to you still, even with the labor head of him. He can't help it, his thoughts just keep cycling back to the conversation from this morning. And more the topic of it: that mysterious, captivating, frustrating girl. He lets out a deep sigh, trying to just keep busy and push the thoughts away for now. But it's hard. It's so hard. He's never felt like this before. He'd never felt this level of attraction to someone before. It's maddening.

As you work, you recognize the chattier voices amongst the men. There is one very clear voice missing from the lull of conversation though. Ezra. He hasn't said a word, not one bit. The verbosity he usually shows is gone. He's clearly much more distracted than usual, and it doesn't take being a rocket scientist to guess why. Your eyes scan the site for him and you spot his helmet a few yards away, the man himself standing a few feet from it as if he just threw it down and walked away. Which, of course, is exactly what he did.

He was so consumed with thoughts about you that he couldn't even think straight. He had to get away before those thoughts threatened to eat him alive. And so, he’s walked away. Now, he's standing off to the side, staring blankly at the ground. He's trying to sort out his mental natterings, trying to forget about you and your infuriatingly captivating ways. But no matter how hard he tries, he’s failing miserably.

You see him standing there, a troubled look on his face, and you feel overwhelmed with the urge to comfort him, surprisingly. But you don't, turning away fully and continuing your work, forcing yourself to focus on the day's labor. Whatever is on his mind is his business, and he’s adult enough to sort it out, you decide.

But, Ezra’s mind is a storm of emotion as he struggles to hold back everything he's feeling about you. The confusion, the frustration, the attraction, the anger. It's all swimming around in his head; a whirlwind of conflicting feelings. And he doesn't know how he's supposed to sort it all out. Finally, something inside of him just snaps, and he yells out loud. 

"Damn it!" He slams his fist into the ground, almost as a way to try and release all the bottled-up frustrations inside of him.

The outburst makes everyone stop their work. You turn to look at him and see his expression. No one moves for a long time, not even him. But you do. You straighten up and walk over to him.  

"You, come with me. Now." You say, leaving no room for argument. He turns, surprised by the firm tone in your voice. He doesn't argue, though. Not after what he just said, how he just acted. He just nods and follows you, wondering where this is going. He's still not sure exactly what to say or do, but something about you is making him feel less like he's going to explode, even just the simple act of you being near him makes the tension in him soften. A small smile forms on his face. Maybe this won't be such a terrible day after all.

You feel the rest of the crew's eyes on you both as you two walk off together, and you know it'll likely be dinnertime's gossip, but you don't care. When you two are finally far away enough, you stop and turn around to face him. 

"What in Kevva's name was that?" You ask him, crossing your arms over your chest. Ezra sighs as he looks at you. 

"You heard that, huh?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. He looks almost embarrassed, but then he tries to hide it with a small smirk that doesn’t come across as convincingly as he wants it to.

“Yeah, kinda hard not to hear your little temper tantrum.” His smirk widens and he sighs quietly as he runs a gloved hand through his hair.

"What can I say, rook? You... you make me crazy. Sometimes, I just... I don't know how to react." He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "You have that effect on me." You bristle at that, at his admission. You're not sure to be flattered or offended. And he notices. Ezra raises an eyebrow again. 

"You should be flattered," he says with a small smile. "No one else has ever had this effect on me. You're... well, you're special, rook." He lets out a deep, rumbling laugh. "You're just frustratin’... in a good way... mostly." He chuckles, trying his best to diffuse the tension. "You're like a puzzle I can't figure out, and it's drivin’ me nuts. But in the best way possible. Do ya know what I mean?"

“Why are you so concerned with ‘figuring me out’?” You ask him, crossing your arms again.

“I find you perplexin’, rook, and… infuriatingly interestin’.” He says with a light shrug. “Which, as I previously indulged, doesn’t happen often.” He repeats. 

"So I should be... flattered? Flattered that you just stopped our progress on this dig and threw a temper tantrum because you can't keep it in your pants?" You ask, scoffing. "We're here to work, Ezra." You respond, narrowing your eyes at him.

Ezra goes scarlet as you throw the word "pants'' out there, almost as if it were some kind of curse word. He clears his throat before responding. "That's... not exactly what I meant, now is it?" he says, a bit of an amused look on his face. "Look, I know I got a little carried away, but... can you honestly say you have no idea what I'm talkin’ about? The way you make me feel? The way you make me want to do anythin’ for you?"

"Ok, now you're just yanking my chain." You say with an eye roll. "You've never liked me, Ezra." You say. "From the moment we met, you made your disdain for me clear." Ezra rolls his eyes right back. 

"You're half right," he admits, a wide smile coming across his face. "I didn't like you when we first met, and I have no problem admittin’ that. In fact, I didn't like you for a long time-”

“Let me guess: because I’m a woman-?”

“Because,” He interrupts you. “You didn’t want to learn. You had yourself convinced you knew everything there was to know about the labor because of how you grew up, ain’t that right?” You don’t answer that but he smiles anyway. “But you've grown on me, ya know? You're almost... tolerable now." He smirks, almost as if he's joking, but there's a hint of truth behind his words.

"Oh, wow! The great Ezra has called me ‘tolerable,’ allow me to try and contain my swooning!" You say, your voice dripping with sarcasm as you narrow your eyes at him.

"I suppose sarcasm was the only response I should've expected from you," he says with a smile, a small smirk on his face. "But come on, are you really goin’ to tell me you haven't felt... somethin’ between us?" He looks at you pointedly, then shakes his head. "Maybe I'm wrong... maybe I'm just seein’ things that aren't there..." He looks away for a moment, clearly thinking. "But I don't know ... it certainly feels like somethin’."

You scoff. "Yeah, it's called heat exhaustion, could be deadly if you're not careful." Your alarms ring and you sigh, a warning from the boss that you're both taking too long. "Get your head in the game, Ezra. We've got work to do." You say and begin walking back to the site.

Ezra sighs as he turns and follows after you. As you two reach your places, the prospectors begin to whisper and cast glances your way. Most of them have a look of interest or amusement on their faces, though a few look slightly concerned. Ezra doesn't pay them much mind as he tries to focus on his work. He does, however, keep sneaking some looks at you, as if his eyes just can’t help but want to drift to you again and again. 

As you all settle back into the rhythm of work, he can't shake the strange feeling in his stomach. Is it excitement? Anxiety? He isn't exactly sure what to call it. But no matter what, there’s definitely something between him and you, he knows that now. He keeps stealing glances at you throughout the day, hoping to steal just a small smile. But you keep your eyes from him even as you practically feel his gaze burning into your back, forcing yourself to stay focused on the prospecting ahead of you. He finds himself admiring your dedication and work ethic, despite your brief confrontation. 

Eventually, he seems to relax, even though the tension never leaves his shoulders and that furrow between his brows never truly softens. But, the day goes on and you’re overall pleased with how the work pans out, even if the mud makes things harder than you’d like.

The next three days pass by slowly. Due to two things in particular: the rain that persists, making things overall more difficult for you all… And Ezra’s behavior. 

Seemingly overnight, Ezra’s usual chattiness has lessened. He still engages in pleasantries with the crew at breakfast and at dinner, but his conversations are surface-level, without that signature philosophical wax-poetic bite that’s become synonymous with him. And it’s only worse out in the digs, where his silence is practically felt. Something else almost makes up for it though. 

In the span of those three days, Ezra’s eyes are on you more so than they have been for the last almost five months. They’re fixated on you from the moment your shift starts, until right before your shift ends. You know it even when you’re not facing him directly, like a tingling heat that settles over you like a second skin. 

It makes you feel so good yet so angry at the same time, which again, almost fills the gap of Ezra’s constant talking. The only time you don’t feel it is when you’re in your tent, and the feel-good mix is then replaced by a cocktail of loneliness, guilt, and even… regret that settles heavily on your heart like a rock.

It begins to actually affect you, not as significantly as it does him, but you find yourself feeling… off, in a way you don’t think you ever have before.

The other prospectors notice the shifts in your respective demeanors but no one brings it up, not even Denver, your crew leader and boss for this expedition. He’s an older man - maybe 50, if you had to guess - older than either you or Ezra, who keeps all of you in check when he needs to. The fact that he hasn’t spoken to either of you to correct this is surprising to you. But it makes you think that maybe you’re just overthinking this whole mess. 

Until the fourth day rolls around.

The morning is boring, dull, and grey. It’s unusually quiet in the dining tent, well, as quiet as it can be with about 25 bodies in a space of about 100 feet. You grab your food quickly and scan the room. Denver is sitting with his usual group, save for his right hand. Ezra must’ve overslept. Something he rarely does, now that you think about it. As you’re exiting the tent with your tray, you’re bumped from behind, almost spilling your food all over the forest floor.

“Hey, what the-?!” Before you can finish, Isaiah runs towards the personal tents. You watch him with interest but you don’t follow him, hoping that whatever it is, it’s nothing severe. Isaiah was another member of the crew, only a year or so younger than you. You didn’t talk to him much but he seemed like a good kid, if a little skittish. Other than that all you knew about him was that he was a recent father to a baby girl and had married his high school sweetheart. You shake your head lightly and eat at the nearest tree, taking in the sight of the forest as you do. Your mind keeps bringing Ezra up but you try to fight it, instead focusing on coming up with a game plan on how to tackle the day. Hopefully, it all goes well.

Well, you were pretty wrong about that. It had been a long and frankly frustrating day. You’d gotten much less out of the harvest than you had expected. It had been hours spent under the clouds and a blanket of humidity with very few gems to show for it. You’ve just finished up dinner when the rain finally gives you all a rest. You’re on your way back to your tent when Denver strolls up to you.

“Hey, colt,” Denver says. “Good evening.”

“Sir?” You ask. “Is something wrong?” 

“Yes and no,” He says. “I just wanted to let you know that you’ll be taking over Isaiah’s guard post tonight. He seems to have come down with something. I know it’s last minute but I just went to check in on him and he’s been hunched over his toilet, puking his guts out for the last ten minutes.” You nod at him, even as your face contorts in disgust. He chuckles and nods. “Yeah, my thoughts exactly. So, can I count on you?”

“Of course, that’s no problem.” You say and are about to walk away, thinking the conversation is over. But then he speaks again,

“Ezra will be joining you as well. He was supposed to cover for Theodore tomorrow night, but when I mentioned you would be covering Isaiah, he talked to Theo and got him to find someone else to cover him.” You pause and your brow furrows.

“No offense to your judgment, sir, but I really don’t need a babysitter.” You say, crossing your arms over your chest.

Denver smirks slightly, but his eyes remain kind.

“I’m well aware, colt, no offense taken. But Ezra pointed out that during his watch two nights ago, he noticed some groups landing near here. I’ve been keeping the post occupied with two crew members a night, and I won’t have you alone tonight if things go sideways.”

“Then, pair me with someone else, anyone else. This is not… ideal.” You’re starting to sound petulant and almost insubordinate, but you stand your ground. It sounds more genuine than you intended… because it’s true. You’re barely able to keep the tension at bay between you two now by staying out of his way and giving him a wide berth as a buffer. But the idea of being alone with him all night at a small guard post surrounded by nothing other than his… Ezra-ness and this situation between you two is… terrifying.

“C’mon, colt, I know you and Ezra aren’t the best of mates, but surely you can put your differences aside, can’t you?” He asks. “He seems to be alright with it.” You frown and almost protest but you can’t deny Denver. He’s a great boss, all things considered. Strict, but kind. A firm hand, but a gentle one. He could easily weed out the problematic crew members and made sure to handle them before they ever became an issue. He was a rare find in this business, that you were sure of. Besides, the last thing you wanted was to get on his bad side. You knew what that looked like and it wasn’t pretty.

You take a long, deep breath and plaster a clearly fake smile on your face. “Of course we can, sir.” You respond, and his eyes twinkle with amusement as he sees your reaction. But he smiles anyway and nods.

“Good, shift starts in two hours. Try not to kill each other.” He chuckles lightly and heads into the dining tent without another glance back. As soon as he’s gone, your smile drops, and you sigh, running a hand through your hair. Well, this’ll be interesting.

You decide to take a good hour-and-a-half nap before the night watch starts. When you wake up again, you’re not as irritable, but still peeved by the situation. You wash up quickly and prepare yourself for the task ahead. The feeling of being forced into this shift gnaws on your nerves the whole while. You don't need a babysitter, but Denver seems to think otherwise. Still, it’s not like you can ignore his orders. Just do the job and be done with this, it’s only for one night, you think.

You leave the tent and begin your lonely walk toward the guard post, though it’s a much more rustic setup than it sounds. Really, it’s just a makeshift tower the entire crew built with a ladder and four wooden planks cemented together on top of sturdy beams and a tarp to shield from any bad weather. There’s nothing much but only a couple of chairs set up for the guards of the shift.

You arrive and thankfully you’re the first to show up for duty. You climb the ladder as quickly as possible, feeling better once you’re on stable footing. You set your pack down and begin taking out your thrower, your radio, your helmet, and your binoculars. You’re facing directly north, on the opposite side to where the ladder is, and you grab your binoculars, doing a quick sweep of the nearby forest. 

Sure enough, there’s a campfire in the distance, about a few miles away, and you see the smoke of another one not too far behind that. You click your teeth under your breath, hating that Ezra had been right. Speaking of which… you hear the sounds of someone else climbing the ladder and turn to glance at him over your shoulder.

“Honey, I’m home.” He huffs as he takes the final step into the watchtower. You snort and turn to face him, still irritated. “Ready?” he asks, his dark eyes locked onto yours, “Or are you goin’ to request someone else?” He says a subtle jab.

You let out a sardonic bark of a laugh.

“Even if I wanted a different partner, apparently you’ve convinced Denver I can’t do this without you,” you say with a frown. There’s an awkward tension in the air between the two of you as Ezra responds.

“I was only bein’ realistic, I just told him you could utilize my aid and abettin’.” He says, “I assured our chief executive we could be civilized about this.” You roll your eyes.

“We don’t need to be friendly, we just need to get this done.” You say simply. Ezra stands motionless for a moment as if he’s holding himself back from responding. 

“Fine,” he says after a few moments, “let’s get it done then.” He rolls his eyes and throws his bag down next to yours as he puts on his helmet, his gun strapped to his hip. “Just try not to get us both killed,” he says, but his tone is more like an insult than a joke.

“Oh yes, sir I’ll do my absolute best.” Your voice is dripping with sarcasm as you glare at him. Ezra's eyes narrow in response, and he turns away without another word. He knows the routine enough by now to be prepared, and he quickly gets things ready. He checks the settings on his gun, and the radio, and makes sure his helmet is secure. The longer the two of you are in silence, the more tense the moment becomes.

"You know," Ezra says finally, "you're really annoyin’ sometimes."

“Ditto.” Is all you quip back as you watch the trees through your binoculars Ezra glares at you for a moment, still holding the same expression, his mouth tight and his eyes narrowed. After a few moments, he sighs, and his tone softens.

"Look," he says, "we've had our fair share of disagreements. Do we really need to do this now?" He gives you a long stare, even as you refuse to turn and look at him, "We have to work together here. So I'd like to bury the hatchet, okay? Can we do that? If we're goin’ to be here all night, I'd really rather not spend that time fightin’."

“Yeah, so you keep saying, and yet you keep treating me like I’m a subordinate. You told Denver I needed you out here, well guess what? I don’t. I don’t care how many groups are out here, I don’t need a babysitter.” You say angrily.

Ezra grits his teeth for a moment, and there's a flash of anger in his gaze. But then he takes a deep breath, calming himself.

"Do you want to be workin’ this shift?" he asks. When you don’t bother to respond, he continues, "I'm not sure you understand how borin’ these nights can be. I'm just tryin’ to make conversation. If you want to be a grouch, that's fine." He gives you a smile. "Go ahead, be a grouch. I like bein’ in your company, rookie." He says, his tone slightly spiteful but still mostly genuine.

You scoff. “Whatever.” You mutter and finally return your eyes to the tree line.

Ezra sighs, and then he turns his gaze back to the forest. He lets an awkward moment pass before he speaks again. “Are you always so cold? Or am I just especially masterful at bringin’ the worst out of you?” He smiles at you. He’s trying to make amends, but he can’t resist a jab.

“Nope, just you. Guess you’re just so special.” More sarcasm from you.

Ezra laughs, "Well, I appreciate it." He lets out another sigh as the minutes tick by in awkward silence. After another five minutes, he tries again,

"Look, we're stuck here for hours. Might as well try gettin’ along, even a little." You give him another long look, that he responds to with amused mirth in his eyes. "Just tryin’ to keep us entertained, that's all. And you're a tough nut to crack."

“Geez, aren’t you a charmer?” You respond but your voice isn’t as hostile as before as you feel a slight amusement at his words. “I’ve been called a lot of things before but ‘a tough nut to crack’ is new.” You admit

Ezra gives you a small smile. "In my defense, you really are. So far you've shot down my every attempt at light banter." You roll your eyes but can’t help it as an amused smile starts creeping across your lips. "I'm still tryin’ because I hate awkward silences-" He sighs again.

“You don’t say, I hadn’t noticed!” You say mockingly, with more sarcasm.

 "-and I'm not about to say you're borin’ but..." he leaves the other half of the sentence unspoken. "You make it hard to carry on a conversation," he finishes after a minute. 

“Oh, shut up,” You quip. He laughs in response to that, 

"Well, can you blame me? You really do get a kick out of makin’ things awkward, don't you?" He asks, smirking.

“I’m the one making things awkward? Not you who’s been acting weird around me since our rendezvous at that pool?” You retort.

“It was hardly a rendezvous, rook. In my experience, rendezvous have much… happier endin’s.” His tone ends with insinuation and you look away, a short snort your only response. Ezra gives you a long stare, but he's unable to keep a serious expression. "Alright, I'll admit it," he says with a light chuckle, "I, myself, make things awkward. But you make them worse."

“I do not-!” He crosses his arms over his chest again, and he smiles as he cuts you off. 

"Ya see? It's more fun when we banter. Why don't we keep at it? We're stuck out here all night. We have to find some way to make ourselves laugh." He gestures to the wilderness around them. You hear the hiss of his helmet, which he sets on his chair. You do the same a moment later, breathing in the oxygen around you two. "We could try tellin’ jokes?"

“Jokes?” You ask with a snort. “Please don’t make me sit through ‘Ezra’s Comedy Hour’ all night, I will literally blow my brains out,” you say, though you’re clearly joking.

Ezra chuckles, "Not my best idea, I admit," he says. He's silent for a few moments before an idea hits him. He leans in, his tone hushed. "Truth or dare?" he asks. His eyes are locked on yours as he waits for you to answer. Oh, great, this isn't awkward at all, he muses to himself.

“Seriously? Kevvasake, you really are 14.” You mumble with a light smirk, shaking your head. “Ugh, fine, if it saves me from shooting myself: dare.” You say.

Ezra gives you a sly smile. "Very good," he says, "So, for this dare, you have to say somethin’ nice about me." He leans forward, locking his eyes to yours. "Somethin’ you actually mean. This is a dare, not a request."

“Oh my god, never mind,” you say, grabbing your pistol in jest.

Ezra full-on laughs at that, raising an eyebrow. "C'mon," he says, "You said dare, not ‘dare-except-for-that-one’." He gives a grin, and then he laughs again. "You'd rather shoot yourself than compliment me, huh?" You sigh.

“Alright, alright.” You say with a small grin as you think. “You’re the smartest person I know.” You admit. His eyes light up, 

"No bullshit?" He's shocked and clearly hoping for a sincere answer.

“No bullshit.” You say seriously. “You’re insanely smart… it’s actually kind of annoying,” you add that with a teasing smirk. Ezra's eyebrows raise at your last remark, but he still smiles.

 "Well," he nods, "thank you." He lets a moment of silence pass before he speaks. "That was very nice of you to say," he adds. He glances at the tree line before he leans in closer and speaks quietly, his voice dropping to a whisper. "It was also a little mean," he adds in a half-whisper, "but, that's how I know it was sincere. You have to be smart to know how to make a back-handed compliment to that level." You shrug. 

“I try,” you say with a proud smirk. “Alright, your turn. Truth or dare?” You ask. Ezra takes a deep breath and nods. 

"Dare." He says, immediately regretting his decision. "Hit me with your best shot. I'll do my best to comply." You take a deep breath. 

“I dare you to… do something that terrifies you.” You say, keeping it vague. Ezra crosses his arms over his chest, thinking.

"Terrifies me, you say?" he says, tapping his foot for a moment. "You're really goin’ all out with this one, aren't you?" he asks. He raises an eyebrow, his voice light, but there is a trace of hesitation in it. "How terrifyin’ we talkin’ about?" he asks.

“Well, as tempting as it is, Denver would hate it if I killed you via heart attack so… I guess just something relatively scary? Basic phobia stuff?” You offer. Ezra lets out a short bark of a laugh.

"You're a real evil one," he says, "I'll give you that." He sighs and crosses his hands over his chest. "I have acrophobia," he says, "Or a fear of heights, for the layman. I've avoided climbin’ stuff for so long because I'm scared of it." He pauses for a moment, letting that sink in. "But," he says, "a dare is a dare, and I'm not goin’ to back down."

“How do you climb the ladder then when you’re on guard duty?” You ask. 

“By tryin’ very, very hard not to look down.” He responds, making you laugh.

“Ok. I can work with that. Fine,” you look around the nearest trees. “How about you climb… this one then? As high as your fear allows?” You say, pointing to the one closest to you two. Ezra lets out a deep sigh. He stares up at the tree for a moment, and he closes his fingers into a fist. His expression is grim as he nods. 

"Fine." He says. "I'm not happy about it, but, fine." He adds after a moment. 

You two quickly descend the ladder, still keeping an eye out on the nearby forest. He begins to climb the tree, being careful not to fall out of it as he slowly makes his way up. He reaches up and takes deep breaths, trying not to think about the fact that he's so high off the ground.

He’s going at a faster rate than you thought.

“You’re doing great, champ!” You call up to him, watching him climb. Ezra laughs, 

"Oh, shut up," He continues climbing, and he tries to ignore his fear the best he can, instead trying to focus on the dare itself. You can do this, he thinks to himself. It's just a stupid dare. You can do this. He reaches a particularly thick branch, and he takes a moment to rest and catch his breath. As he does, he looks up and speaks, his voice tight. "How much higher?" he asks, "To the top?"

“It’s up to you,” you say honestly. “You ready to come down?” You ask Ezra sighs, but he doesn't move an inch. 

"Yeah," he says, "I think I'm ready. I'm just.." he says, "This is kinda a lot, you know?" He laughs a little, trying to sound unbothered. He takes a deep breath through his nose, and then he begins to climb back to safety. He moves slowly, and he makes sure to keep his eyes on his footing as he climbs. Once he reaches the ground, he turns to you and he lets out a sigh of relief. "Thanks for that," he says, "I.. hated it."

“That’s kinda the point of a dare, genius. You’re not supposed to enjoy it.” You say with a smirk. “Regardless, you did great. That was brave.” 

He's sweating from the physical activity. "It was..." He shakes his head. "A stupid dare," he says, "but I had to honor it. A man's word is all he's got in this world." He smiles and laughs to himself. He looks at you and shrugs. "You made your point though. You got a reaction out of me." He laughs. 

“Good, now come on, let’s get back up to the guard post.” You say and walk with him back. He lets you climb the ladder first and when you get back up you’re both a little winded. So, you both take your seats in the two chairs. After he catches his breath, he says, 

"So, I guess what's left is for you... Truth, or dare?"

You smirk and use your binoculars to do another sweep. “Truth.” You say, crossing your arms over your chest. He smirks.

“Chicken.” He responds. You turn towards him with a roll of your eyes. 

“You gonna ask me the question or not, vet?” You ask. He takes a second to mull it over.

“Alright, fine. Tell me… about your most embarrasin’ date.”

“Embarrassing date?” You ask. He nods, an encouraging and curious look in his eyes. You take a moment to think.

“There was one, a few years ago. It was this guy I had met at a bar.”

“Already off to a bad start.” He remarks, smirking, making you reluctantly nod in agreement.

“Don’t worry, it gets worse.” You assure and he laughs.

“Oh-ho, now you really have to tell me,”

“He was incredibly clumsy. Like insanely clumsy. I mean that’s how we met, he bumped into me and almost spilled my drink but he was really sorry about it. I didn’t think anything of it at first cuz, ya know, you can’t help something like that right?”

“Right.” He responds with a smile.

“He asked me out to dinner. The guy tripped twice before we got into the restaurant, then he almost hit a couple as he went to push my chair in for me when I took a seat.” You both begin to laugh at that.

“Oh, man. Poor sap.”

“Yeah, again, I could overlook it cuz he was cute, but then…” You pause for dramatic effect and he quirks an eyebrow.

“Then?”

“Then, we order the appetizer and he drops a mozzarella stick…” Another pause.

“C’mon, you’re killin’ me, rook, what happened?” He asks, fully invested and he leans forward in his chair.

“Well, our poor boy decides to pick it up, which first off: gross, and then he crawls almost completely underneath the table… When the waiter passes by, he trips over him, making him spill that very same couple’s food.” You take a moment to gauge his reaction and it's clear he’s trying not to laugh, placing his hand over his mouth. “And to make matters worse: after he gets up, he spills his drink on my outfit.” At that last bit, Ezra can’t hold it anymore and he laughs. A genuine belly laugh.

“Whatever happened with him?” You shrug in response. 

“He was actually pretty nice, all things considered. We’re still friends but yeah not at all what I was looking for, thank you.” His laughter dies down slowly, and his face is a little flushed. 

“Interestin’, do you commonly stay friends with your bad dates, rook?” He asks.

“Not usually, but he’s a nice guy. What’s the harm?” You say and shrug your shoulders with a small smile. He snorts.

“Oh I see, so you’re forgivin’ to everyone but me, is that it?” He asks with a smirk.

“Yup.” You say self-righteously and he rolls his eyes, making you laugh again. “Alright: truth or dare?”

“Truth.” He responds, leaning back in his seat.

“Ok… is it true that this,” You gesture to his patch of blond hair. “is a vanity thing?” He scoffs.

“Is that the worst rumor you’ve heard about me?” He asks.

“Not the worst,” You say with a smirk. “I’m just genuinely curious.” He sighs and lightly shakes his head with an amused twinkle in his eye.

“It’s genetic, actually. Comes from my mom’s side of the family.” He admits.

“Oh, c’mon,” You say and lean forward a little bit. “C’mon be honest: how much upkeep does this take daily, hm?”

“It’s just a dollop of pomade and I am out the door.” He insists.

“Oh no, I think you definitely put some serious time into this look,”

“Well, we can’t all look like we were specially crafted to bring tempestuous thoughts to the mind now, can we?” He asks, and you notice the way he lets his eyes trail over you for a moment, making you avert your eyes with a bashful smile. “Your turn then, truth or dare.” He says.

You smirk. “Dare.” You say, crossing your arms over your chest.

Ezra takes a deep breath, and he thinks for a moment.

His expression is pensive until there's a light-bulb moment in his mind, and he laughs. "Alright," he says, and the grin on his face is wicked, "I dare you to..." He leans in close, and he says, "Make a pass at me." He says, raising an eyebrow.

You give him a long look but he’s unfazed, simply shrugging. "I'm curious to see if you can. So..." He lets out a breath. "Go ahead," he says, raising an eyebrow. "Just try." You let out an exhale through your nostrils. 

“Make a pass, how exactly?” You ask. He chuckles a bit.

"However you feel comfortable, rook. I wanna see how it's done," he says. "Hit me with your best shot, I'll play along."

You roll your eyes. “Fine. I’ll do my best,” you say sarcastically, though you are willing to see what his reaction will be.

Ezra smiles, and he folds his arms over his chest. "Go for it," he says, giving you a small smirk.

He waits. He's not breaking eye contact, and for some reason, he seems both smug and curious all at once. If he had any kind of self-awareness, he'd realize that he looks like a massive douche-bagel right now. You think for a minute and try to figure out what to do. This isn’t exactly the proper setting but…

“Screw it.” You mutter before you place a flirty smile on your face. “So… come here often?” That’s a lame start and you’re well aware of it, it sounds clunky and awkward and way too cliché.

Ezra's eyes light up, and he breaks into a laugh. "That's a classic," he says with a grin. "But truly your worst performance to date, rook. Try again. Hit me with somethin’ else. Somethin’ better."

You sigh and roll your eyes but you smirk anyway. “Alright, fair enough… How about this?” You lean forward and meet his eyes, locking your gaze with his as you lean forward. You give him your best bedroom eyes and place your hand on his knee. Just keeping it in place.

“Is… this… any better?” You ask, your voice a little lower, languid.

Ezra's heart almost skips a beat. He can feel his face turn red. "I uh, I..." he says, "I.. uh..." He clears his throat, but his blush continues on. He can still feel your hand on his knee as he recovers his composure. "This uh..." he clears his throat again. "Is definitely better, yes.”

You laugh at his reaction and pull away. “Good. You underestimate me, vet.” You say, even as your skin feels hot.

Ezra sighs. "Clearly." He crosses his arms over his chest with a crooked smile. "You surprised me, star-eyes," he says. "Well played."

“Oh it’s ‘star-eyes’ now, is it??” You ask with an amused chuckle to yourself.

Ezra's eyebrows raise at that. "What, don't like it?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "You could do a lot worse." He laughs and smirks. "My mother used to call me pretty boy, I'm sure star-eyes can't be much more offensive than that."

“Pretty boy??” You ask with a more genuine laugh. “Oh I am so saving that one,” you say.

Ezra's eyes light up. "No, wait please don't." He pleads. "That's so much worse than star-eyes." You laugh now, nodding.

“No, I am definitely saving that one.” You tease. Ezra takes a deep breath and he sighs, shaking his head. 

"You're not makin’ it easy for me, are you?" he says, but he laughs anyway, his eyes light.

“Alright, your turn: truth or dare.”

"Dare," he says. "Come on, do your worst. I'm sure you're dyin’ to." He laughs again. "What could you possibly dare that's worse than what you just did?"

“Oh, what, you think that’s the worst? Ok, smart-ass, fine… you do it too then. Make a pass at me.” You say with a smirk. He takes a deep breath. 

"Seriously?" he asks. "You want me to do what you just did?" 

“Not exactly, Einstein. Obviously, you have to put your own twist to it. So go on, do your worst: I dare you to make a pass,” you challenge

Ezra sighs. He wants to roll his eyes, but he holds back, just laughing. "This is absurd," he says, "But alright, fine." He chuckles for a minute as he plans it out. He eventually looks up at you and he smirks. "Alright, then," he says, "Just don't laugh." He raises an eyebrow. "Try to take me seriously, alright? I'm only doin’ this for the game." He sighs. "You ready?"

“You’re stalling, pretty boy,” you say, but nod anyway.

Ezra laughs, but he rolls his eyes. "Right, ok, here goes nothin’."

He begins to speak, and he holds his hands up and he makes dramatic gestures. "Dearest," he begins. "Your beauty is unmatched. I love the way you laugh." He takes another breath. God, how am I doing this? "Your smile lights up my day," he says, "There's no other like you." He says, his voice tight. You can’t help it as a smile breaks out on your face, a genuine expression with no hint of mocking or sarcasm.

“Ok, that’s actually very sweet.” You admit. “Didn’t peg you as such a romantic.” You tease

Ezra's face goes red, and he clears his throat. He looks away, looking embarrassed and nervous all at once. "You like it?" he asks. He looks at you, raising an eyebrow even as he still feels embarrassed. You nod and he smiles, scratching the back of his neck a bit. "Well, thank you, I do my best," he says, clearing his throat once more. "You're not so bad yourself."

"Are you kidding? My first attempt was garbage." You say with a grimace, embarrassed. "Luckily, I was able to recover."

Ezra nods at that. "You're not wrong." He says, still smiling. "But your second attempt, on the other hand... Masterful." He says with a light laugh, slightly shaking his head as he still can’t believe you were so bold. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” You say, feeling confident, a little cocky even. He looks at you for a moment, and he crosses his arms.

"I dare you to make me blush. And I don't mean a little blush. I mean..." he adds, "make me turn beet-red." He smiles a bit, looking a bit smug.

"Pfft, easy." You say, even as your heart immediately picks up its speed like you've just been injected with adrenaline. "Sit back," You say, your tone now serious as you stand up.

Ezra leans back, but he raises an eyebrow as you stand. "This is where it gets interestin’..." he replies. He leans back, but he looks confident, waiting for your move.

You sigh and in one swift motion, you sit on his lap, straddling him. 

“So, does this work, then?” You ask with a smug grin as you take in his reaction.

His face goes from confused to embarrassed as his face reddens again, completely taken aback by this development. He can't contain his reaction. His eyes are wide, and he freezes as you climb in his lap. He flushes even more as he can do nothing but make short, hushed sounds as you sit on his lap. What is he supposed to do, at this moment, with you so close to him? He's too flustered to do much at all.

You can't help it as your face shifts into an expression of genuine amusement, deep laughter erupting from you. "God, look at your face!" You say, pointing at his reddened cheeks. Even as you revel in your joy at one-upping him, the rational part of you is completely panicking. Why the hell did you do this?? There are a million and one other things you could’ve done, but this???

Ezra's blush deepens, and he shakes his head at you. He makes an attempt to look away, but for some reason, he feels physically incapable of doing so. He feels like a teenager, and he can barely believe that this is happening. He clears his throat, and he finally manages to look away with some very concentrated effort on his part. "You're t-too much," he says. Your proximity is driving him wild, and he can't seem to form words. As you watch, his hands are suddenly clutching the side of the seat of his chair, and they’re almost trembling as they resist the urge to touch you.

"Yeah, well, I play to win." You say with a shrug, quickly moving off of him. "Anyway, are we done with this childish little game now? We've got work to do, you know?" In reality, you're just trying to get your mind off of what happened. And you're failing. But he doesn't need to know how much it affected you.

Ezra wipes his forehead as his blush slowly begins to subside. His heart is still racing, however; it's safe to say that he won't forget this moment… not for a long time.

You snort, seeing that he’s still flustered but you decide to spare him. You grab his binoculars from his side, “Here, take these and keep watch over the south end of camp, we've still got a few hours to go." You say.

Ezra sighs, his face still slightly red. He takes the binoculars and walks over to that side of the tower. He raises them to his eyes and he tries the zoom feature as he settles back into focus. What in Kevva’s name was he thinking, asking for that? It was downright utterly foolish of him. Ezra can’t help but blush and feel embarrassed even as he tries to maintain an aura of professional indifference.

You, for the most part, do a good job of hiding how mortified you are by what you did. It shocked you as much as it did him. Maybe even more. But you keep a cool air to you the rest of the night, keeping your chat with Ezra to a minimum, feeling the tension from before feel... different now.

Ezra eventually calms down, but he still feels the occasional wave of embarrassment. His interaction with you certainly left an impression on him, one that he may not fully understand yet. He tries to hide it as best he can, but the fact of the matter is that he enjoyed every single second of it, all of it. Being so close to you, being held by you… the warmth and weight of your body on his lap sent his heart racing. He loved it, if the uncomfortable strain in his pants is now anything to go by. It all felt real and natural. But he isn't quite sure if you think similarly about the experience.

As the sun's coming up over the horizon, you're feeling exhausted. Your eyelids are actually drooping and instead of standing to full attention, you're leaning your elbows against the edge of the railing, feeling bone-tired. As you look over at Ezra, you see he's feeling very much the same. He yawns loudly. 

"Oh, this has been absolutely brutal," he says, stretching. "I think this is the longest I've ever stood out here." He looks over at you, "How are ya holdin’ up?" he asks, clearly tired. He reaches up and rubs his temples and the corners of his eyes.

“Tired." You admit, your voice is much less animated than it was earlier in the night. He chuckles.

“Do you want to sleep?” He asks. But then he yawns again and you realize he’s much more exhausted than you are.

"Rest." You say, keeping your eyes on the horizon. "I'll cover and wake you before Denver comes." You say quietly.

“You sure?” He asks. You nod again, still not looking at him as you watch the two campsites in the distance.

He lets out a sigh as he gets comfortable in a corner of the area. He lies down on the floor and closes his eyes for a moment. He tries his best to get comfortable as he waits for sleep to come.

After a few minutes, Ezra eventually relaxes enough to get to sleep, his mind starting to drift to the events earlier that night. Even now he can’t stop thinking about you. His breathing calms as he falls asleep. He lies there on his side, and he rests one arm under his head and the other close to his stomach. While he's sleeping, a few soft, soft snores occasionally escape his mouth, and he seems comfortable. At his quiet snoring, you turn to look behind you. His face is peaceful, the crease between his brows gone and his lips slightly parted as he breathes. You watch him for only a few minutes, not even realizing you've begun to smile.

As you look at him, you feel an odd warmth in your heart, something you can't quite put your finger on. But you can't deny how much you enjoy looking at his face, asleep or otherwise. You stare for only another minute before you turn back to the watch, waiting for the time to come for Denver to relieve you of your duties.

It’s half an hour later before you hear Denver call for you both. You crouch down for a moment. "Ezra, wake up." You say as softly as possible, laying a hand on his shoulder and gently shaking it to wake him up. He rubs his arms and his face as he sits up. Again, he’s surprised that your touch against him felt so... natural. He looks over at you, his face a bit groggy and tired. 

"Oh, is that the time?" he asks. He slowly stands up and stretches, rolling his shoulders and stretching out his arms over his head. "Ah, I'm ready to be done with this."

“Ditto.” You say just as Denver is climbing the last step up the tower towards you. "Sir? Good morning, how did you sleep?" You ask Denver.

"Oh, you know. The usual. Exhausting." Denver responds. “And you two? Good to see you really didn’t kill each other last night.” He says with a light chuckle. Ezra laughs too and runs a hand through his hair.

"I'm ready to hit the showers, eat some breakfast, and get some well-deserved rest." He turns back to look at you. "What about you?" he asks, turning to you. "You ready to go?"

"Yeah, I'm exhausted." You agree. 

"Get some sleep. We'll see you out on the field after lunch, alright?" Denver says.

"Understood." Ezra says, "We'll be ready at attention." He says and begins to descend the ladder. You follow after him.

As Denver takes over the watch for the morning, Ezra turns back to you, and he sighs once more as you both reach the forest ground. "Well, that was a long night." He says, rubbing his face as he tries to wake himself up a bit. He shakes his shoulders and stretches a bit more. "You want to head to the dinin’ hall now?" he asks. "Or should we grab some food and head back to the quarters?"

"I'm exhausted, I just really want to shower and get some rest before the shift. I'll eat something later." You say, rubbing your neck tiredly.

"You can't go to bed hungry," he says. "What about somethin’ light and easy? Somethin’ to carry with you?" he asks. "No one wants to go through their shift on an empty stomach." Your stomach grumbles suddenly, betraying the protest that was already forming on your lips. Ezra chuckles a little bit. "I rest my case." He says, before looking down at you and raising an eyebrow, "Is there anythin’ in particular you want me to get you from the dinin’ hall?"

"I can get it," You say, already changing direction more east towards the dining tent. "You should rest if you're tired."

Ezra sighs, a look of annoyance on his face. "Look rook, I don't want to be rude, but I'm tryin’ really hard to spoil you, even after I had to babysit you the whole night." He adds, his tone a little harsher than he intended. He folds his arms over his chest, his eyes a little harder as he stands his ground. "Just tell me what you want, and I'll find it and bring it over to you." He says, "Please?"

You roll your eyes. "Fine, goddamn, fine. Just get me whatever they're serving. I just want to eat, shower, and get some rest before the shift. I'll meet you outside the tents." You don't give him a chance to respond, instead briskly walking away to your tent.

Ezra's expression is still sour, but he eventually shakes his head. "Fine," he says as he watches you walk away.

He takes a deep breath and walks toward the dining tent to fetch your food, grumbling to himself. Ezra always wants to do everything by the books and regulations, but for a moment he forgot what a pain you are to deal with. He can’t deny that he enjoys your company, but you drive him nuts at times.

After a short while, Ezra returns with a plate of food and a small cup of coffee, all the while wearing a massive scowl.

You've showered by the time he arrives, though your expression isn't much friendlier. Still, you know when to be civil, even with Ezra. "Thank you." You say quietly, sitting on the small stool outside your tent before you grab both the plate and cup from him. You notice his lack of a plate or coffee. "You didn't get any for yourself?" You ask.

"I don't want any," he says, his tone a tad bit harsher than intended again. "That's for you, not me. So you better eat, because I'm not doin’ any favors for you after this." He says, and he's not bluffing.

You scowl at him again. "Oh, I'm sorry, I don't remember asking you for any ‘favors’." You say, adding air quotes to "favors." "Just like I didn't ask you to babysit me last night either. Both times you volunteered." You say.

Ezra's face turns bright red. "Just... just eat!" he says, not wanting to argue about whether or not you asked for favors. "Why are you makin’ such a big deal about this? I'm just offerin’ to take care of you! I don't have to do this for you. You do know that, right?"

"Because do you not realize how absolutely ridiculous you're being??? What, do you think I got here by being taken care of?? I can handle myself! I don't need to be babysat, I don't need to be spoon-fed, and I sure as hell don't need y-" In your rush, you spill the food and coffee and it shocks you into silence. You hadn't meant to. Honestly. You look up at Ezra with an apologetic look, feeling immediately remorseful. "Oh god, I'm-I'm sorry I didn't mean to-" You start, but he suddenly turns on his heel and leaves without giving you a chance to finish your apology. He has nothing to say to you, none of what was said needed to be followed up. He storms away, leaving you on the ground with the spilled tray.

You watch him walk away and you could try to stop him, but you don't, realizing you both need a moment to be away from each other, to cool off. You sigh and run a hand through your hair, looking off into the trees. What now? You realize you messed up, and overreacted, and the remorse and guilt sit on your chest. You know you have to make it up to him... somehow. At the very least show him you're not a total asshole. You stand up from your stool and leave the mess on the floor, making a beeline for the dining tent.

Ezra heads to his own tent and sits inside, fuming at you for a solid five minutes. He rubs his hands over his face and takes several deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself. Why does she do that to him? He sits for a few more minutes before deciding to get up and shower, hoping that will help clear his head.

Some time later, you approach his tent quietly, cautiously. The tray in your hands is stacked high with food, and the coffee is fresh. "Ezra?" You call out to him as you reach the entrance. "Can-" You sigh, trying to steel yourself for whatever his response may be. "Can you come out here for a second?"

Ezra hears your voice, and with a heavy sigh, he gets up and heads toward the entrance. "What is it?" he asks, as he steps out. He's in his longjohns, a black t-shirt, and black pants, his hair still wet as you realize he showered before coming out to face you again.

"I... wanted to apologize." You say quietly. "And I noticed you didn't get anything for yourself when you brought me food so..." You trail off, holding the tray out to him.

Ezra sighs as he looks at the tray of food you have in your hands. The gesture is very sweet, and he lets out another long, drawn-out sigh.

"This is very kind of you," he says, "But I don't need an apology, rook." He says.

"Yes, you do need an apology." You insist softly. "I was out of line, and I should've been more grateful for your help last night. I am sorry... really."

Ezra then looks down at the tray in your hands, and then he raises a brow at you, "I won't turn down the food." he says as he crosses his arms again, seemingly more relaxed this time. "Not after all that." Ezra leans forward, his arms still crossed as he looks at you. "But," He starts, his tone much less severe. "Just tell me... why are you tryin’ to butter me up?"

"I'm not-" you cut yourself off with a sigh. "Can't you just take this for what it is? An olive branch and not a bribe?" You ask.

He runs a hand through his hair as his eyes move from the tray, to you, and back again. "What am I supposed to do?" he asks, "Am I supposed to make up with you because you're suddenly bein’ nicer to me? Is that it?"

You sigh. "I know it's weird," You say awkwardly. "That's my fault. I shouldn't be such a pain sometimes. I just... I don't know, ok? What you said earlier made me think and- Kevva above are you going to take this damn food or not? The coffee's getting cold the longer we stand here bickering."

Ezra sighs once again. His hands slide down his arms as he drops them to his sides.

"Fine," Ezra says, "I'll eat." He grumbles, "But only because I'm hungry." He says, his tone much less harsh. Ezra reaches out and grabs the food with one hand, while the other hand grips the tray. He's still not happy with you, though, but you can tell his mood has become much less sour.

"Fine. That's fine." You say and step back. "I'm gonna go get some rest before the shift starts... Enjoy your food." You say awkwardly before you practically run from him, heading to your tent.

Ezra watches you scamper off, and he frowns again as he watches you. You are exhausting.

With not an ounce of energy left to waste, Ezra brings the food into his tent and sits down on the edge of his cot. He starts eating, but it seems like his hunger is not enough to distract him from you… yet again.

He finishes the food, and once he's done, he sets the tray aside before putting his hands behind his head and laying back on his cot.

Sleep doesn't come easy, though.

He tosses and turns on his bed for what feels like hours. He's exhausted, but the sleep refuses to come. He can't stop thinking about you. He groans, and he sits up on his bed. With an angry sigh, he throws back the covers and stands up again.

He needs to see you again.

Ezra quietly leaves his tent. He walks toward the tent that you're in, and with quick and quiet movements, he peeks inside. He doesn't want to disturb you, but he's desperate for your company. And maybe, just maybe, he feels bad for what happened between you two before you ran off.

Ezra peeks in through the plastic window to see if you’re inside. His eyes quickly adjust to the dim lighting as he seeks you out. His head swivels toward you, and his breath catches in his throat. He sees you lying on your cot peacefully. His breathing hitches, and he finds himself unable to look away. He stares for a moment, drinking in your beauty.

He can’t help it: he smiles again. He leaves you to rest, heading back to his tent with the image of your peaceful expression embedded in his brain for the rest of the day.

******

Ok soooo please ignore the fact that it's been a month since I last updated ok thank you so muuuuuch. I've been crazy busy with grad school stuff and also been traveling quite a bit so I just haven't had the time to edit and post. Whoops. But I'm making up for it - hopefully - by posting this chapter and the next all at once! Anyway, that’s it, thanks a million, hope you all enjoyed, and see you in the next one!

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I agree with this!

As a fanfiction writer (I think I'm still a beginner) of the first and original TFES fanfiction (who hasn't finished Season 1), I watched Season 2, and I was disappointed that it made the Deceptions evil!

It ruined the entire character development for Starscream and the other Decepticons!

Now, you got me thinking of the development can flow:

First, there is the road to recovery + the search of the Emberstone + and there are mentions of the complicated relationship between Megatron and Decepticons (especially Starscream)

While relationships are struggling to mend, the kids and Maltos decide to step in and make them come together.

There are complications at first, and maybe the characters got into a precarious situation, which others have to work together

Jealously and envy can also be added into the mix to make more character development!

Throughout every episode, there will be slight hints of future foreshadowing about the Quintessons coming down to Earth

How the [REFORMATTED] plot can flow:

(DISCLAIMER: EPISODES WILL BE MENTIONED BUT WILL BE REFORMATTED INTO MY VERSION OF HOW THE STORY WILL BE DEVELOPED! THESE ARE MY OWN THOUGHTS, SO CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM WILL BE NICE! I'M JUST SETTING UP IDEAS OF WHAT WOULD BE GOOD TO FIT IN THE PLOT!)

S2 EP1: Aftermath

While searching for missing Emberstone shards, the kids and Maltos tried to get to know each other (let's just say the Decepticons aren't too fond of the Cybertronians).

There are some exceptions:

Breakdown and Bumblebee

Nightshade and Tarantulas

Hashtag and Starscream

back to the plot-

At first, it's awkward and strange since the Decepticons are ENTIRELY new to the concept of the Terrans (especially Shockwave)

Although it might seem to be going good, it escalated a bit when they lost an Emberstone shard on a hunt or either because of the Decepticons not being fond of the Terrans

The Maltos family can try and invite them over and have them play a game where they can try and get everyone to bond.

However, it only made complications worse. This leads to a fight and some quarrel ensues between them

In the meantime, another character might have found one of the Emberstone shards but accidentally dropped it.

BOOM! Aftermath is formed, and chaos ensues. Characters will loose left and right because of their uncooperativeness due to whatever reason why they got into the fight in the first place

But when one of the characters was about to get harmed, another one, despite despising them, swoops in and saves them.

Everyone works together and knocks out Aftermath, deciding to keep him in a safe place but not treat him inhumanely (like in Season 1) until he calms and sees what they can do with him

S2 EP2: In Ruins

There would not be many changes since it fits perfectly between Mo and Nightshade's dynamic

It can be used as a possible foreshadow

S2 EP3: CONTROL ALT DELETE

Like the plot, they will be clearing up G.H.O.S.T. stuff

There would probably be a lot of misinterpretations this time, considering that Hashtag's alt mode is still a G.H.O.S.T. truck

They could probably discover there were many Ghoids that were accidentally activated, and they need to find a hard drive to shut all of them down

Hashtag attempts to get Shockwave to open up and Shockwave attempts to close her down. He eventually snaps at her, which she reluctantly leaves to give Shockwave some space.

Nightshade and Tarantulas saw this and intervened, trying to convince him to try and accustom and embrace the new generation

In the meantime, everyone was working on trying to take down the Ghoids, and Hashtag was there. She tries to help but gets overwhelmed. She tries driving away with several of them latching onto her, but she eventually brings herself some attention when she accidentally heads into the town

Shockwave follows her (begrudgingly), wanting to apologize and helps her with the Ghoids, but more surrounded them.

At the last minute, Tarantulas and Nightshade were able to shutdown the Ghoids with a hard drive. Shockwave and Hashtag reconcile, keeping it friendly and mutual with each other

S2 EP4: BUTTERFLY EFFECT

Just like S2 EP2, there won't be many changes compared to the original.

All Transformers and Terrans gets introduced in their holoform mode. For the Terrans case, Wheeljack can craft a technology that masks their original forms to look human

Swindle's brother and several other Decepticons might be invited or come over by themselves and want to see what was happening

The Terrans tried to keep the Decepticons on a low profile + Swindle's brother trying to find his brother + while Maltos and Terrans are dealing with Robby's feelings and having a crush

There might be several cues that there was a presence of Quintessons near, which both Terrans and Decepticons have to fend off.

S2 EP5: TOGETHERNESS

Same thing. Plot for this episode stays the same

However, rather than betrayal, it was more that Aftermath didn't feel like he belonged with the Malto family

Jawbreaker learns that he can't force Aftermath to live with the family. So everyone decides to leave Aftermath to join the Decepticons, taken under Breakdown's wing.

S2 EP6: SPITFIRE

The plot stays the same. More bonding with everyone and amendments.

The concept is taken from the previous episode. This time, Starscream (along with Novastorm and Skywarp) is the one to discipline Spitfire

S2 EP7: THE IMPOSTERS

The plot slightly shifts away from the conflict.

Spitfire (in Twitch's body) learns about the family within the Maltos

Twitch (in Spitfire's body) learns about Starscream's plot of stealing the Emberstone pieces, but she doesn't know the exact details

S2 EP8: DUDE, WHERE IS MY TRAILER?

This time, Decepticons think it's something they can trash for fun, but don't realize it was Optimus's trailer

Hashtag recommends the Decepticons go public online, but they were hesitant

S2 EP9: WITWICKY, PART 1

Hashtag and Mo discovers what was underground

Quintessons are coming down to raid Earth and destroy users of Quintus Prime

Starscream steals the Emberstone shards after realizing how to defeat the Quintessons

Spar

Dispute breaks out in confusion of Starscream's actions of stealing the rest of the Emberstone

Everyone tries to stop the Quintessons from coming despite how hard it is.

S2 EP10: WITWICKY, PART 2

Everyone begins to put up a struggle against them

Quintessons got a hand on the Cyber Slayer and drains everyone energies

Morgan and Robby help regain control of the Titan

They all work together to send the Quintessons fleeing away from Earth

Starscream apologizes for the misunderstanding

Everyone come backs to life again

Happy ending!!

IF ANYONE ELSE ANY SUGGESTIONS, REBLOG AND WRITE DOWN YOUR THOUGHTS!

I want to rewrite the entire plot of the 2nd season of Earthspark:

1)Instead of Starscream, the main villain is Quintesson. (The whole season). That is, the Quintessons want to collect Emberstone, gain the power of Quintus Prime and destroy another world

2) Due to the fact that the Decepticons are not villains, we will have even more of their disclosures on the good side

3) And in the end, all together: Autobots, Malto, Decepticons will defeat the Quintessons

The Good ending. Peace, friendship, love 😘

[deceptichubs]

Here is an idea

Breakdown outgrowing his armor , letting his mesh spill over and stuff is super hot and all

But consider this , breakdown getting a not so little reformatation/upgrade operation to better accomadate his weight and all

His extra-weight doesnt go anywhere , in fact he becomes even heavier , his new alt and set of armor have the ( go big or go home mindset /especially on the big part )

The alt/armor compliments his weight , being way thicker and more heavy-duty, making him even stockier , he gets even an certain 2-3 foot height boost cause he is simply bigger everywhere

He feels bigger and stronger than ever , and sure there are some minor setbacks , like his chest blocking his vision , and cause his shoulders are more wide he has to pass sideways between some doors , and he lost quite a bit of his flexibility and speed , but he can tank more damage and his punches have more weight in them

It really pays off when he sees knock out look of hunger/lust and even a bit astounded

He cant wait when he starts to outgrown his new updated frame , to blow his first gasket to get love handles that e eventually become tire-handles , everyrhing else , including passionate moments with knock out

And he has no reason to stop ( besides the size becoming too much making him slower /which he ignores )

After all one can always strive for better or in this case bigger

Delightful. I like the element of transformation there--and the thought of BD getting just that big and still outgrowing his armor rapidly is wonderful.

[majestyrising]

Teetotal

Notes: This is an extract from the same RP as Into the Black is based on! I had to reformat it a little so I hope it reads well. Warning for language and implied sexual abuse. Gustav talks about his past a little during a sleepover between Azizi, Gogo, Mauahara, Aisha, and himself.

It’s not an uncommon question to hear, especially not considering that his work involves sitting at a bar for the entire night. It’s Gogo who asks it- why doesn’t he drink, and Azizi who follows it up by an encouragement, and an assurance that he doesn’t have to explain if he doesn’t want to.

“Why don’t I drink?” he echoes, quietly, “Um.”

He trails off. Plenty of people have tried to get him to break his teetotal streak for a bit of fun, noncomprehending the reasons behind his staunch refusal. That being said, today has upended his whole life. He’s exhausted, and exhausted of keeping himself in check. Of the unyielding control. Earlier today, he let go, and it didn’t ruin everything. Earlier today, he let go, and his reward was and is the way Azizi is sat against him, pressed up close.

Maybe the control can slip a little. The demons that bay at his heels have had their fill already. What can go wrong?

As he debates taking the full glass of wine sat next to him, he looks between Azizi, sat next to him, and Cyril, across from him. The rest left earlier, and didn’t see how he reacted to tonight’s events- how it broke him down to bare essentials. Cyril would never judge him, that’s why he turned to him, but he can feel the quiet heat of shame on the back of his neck nonetheless.

But fuck that, and fuck shame. One drink isn’t a big deal. It isn’t.

“No,” he says, slowly, “I mean, it’s fine. A glass won’t kill me or anything.”

Despite that, there’s clear reluctance as he reaches for the stem and lifts it to his lips. A second passes. He could put it back down, back out, and keep the promise he made to himself long, long ago.

Today has been a day of broken promises already, though, so it’s only right that he takes a long, deep drink.

For those many years, he’s made sure only to drink virgin drinks. They’re tasty, but they’re missing a vital component (obviously). The slow-hot-burn of liquor, which now fills his heart and lungs. Thick, robust red wine, spicy and earthy. Damn good stuff. He licks his lips greedily.

“Well,” he says, a playful edge to his voice, “I’m not allergic.”

Everyone turns to vices to destress, and the Fang is a den of vice. So why does he, a member of the Sub Rosa, turn down drink and drugs every single time?

Every time until day, anyway.

Well- who cares? It’s specifically to spite whoever asked the question. It’s not their business why he does anything.

The reality is because the answer is horribly predictable. It’s stupid, a story told a thousand and one times. He knows how it sounds when posed to other people, that he’s being haughty, superior, but that’s not it at all. If anything, he’s envious.

He shakes his head as if trying to dispel the clouds from his mind.

“It’s a long story,” he manages.

There it is. Vulnerability, like the tremor of the skin on a drum, tension waiting to be released an explosion of sound.

He doesn’t like to talk about himself. But none of them do, not a one person here. Except for maybe Gogo, but Gogo is the exception to most of the rules.

“It’s a little cliché,” he settles on.

There’s no way for him to know what time it is. Or what day, even.

His mouth tastes beyond disgusting, dry as a bone. He rouses into a dry cough which spits blood onto the wet floor. He gropes around on the damp tiles. For a moment, he worries it’s vomit, or more blood. When his eyes open, begrudgingly, he’s relieved to find it’s the sheen of rain, coming from the holes in the ceiling.

“You woke up,” a voice says.

He startles, wheeling around to find a man he doesn’t recognise buckling his jeans.

“Yeah,” he rasps in reply, as a wad of cash hits him in the face. He’s too nauseous to be angry at the mistreatment. He just grabs his clothes and pulls them onto his sticky body, pocketing the cash.

He really hopes it’s night, because he needs another hit, and getting them from the day-dealers is hard when he looks desperate.

“I got really into drink and drugs when I was younger,” he explains, looking down at the wine with a pang of anxiety which goes down smooth with another sip, “It bad, as you’d imagine.”

He peels his clothes off and throws them aside with a grimace, turning on the shower and waiting for it to warm up. Raising his arms over his head, he looks in the mirror and bites his lip at the fresh scar on his side. It’s raised and ugly, some blood still clinging to his skin.

“Wow, Femi!” his sister calls, leaning in the doorway with a rustle, a bag of prawn flavoured snacks in her hand, “Looks like someone stole your kidney!”

“Shut up, slut,” he snips back, poking at the scar with a wince before a stormy look crosses over his face, “It’s nothing.”

“Sure,” she answers, dubious but not pushing him just yet, “Where were you last night? I helped you set up that shipment of smack for daddy and you disappeared on me! Do you realise how many dicks I had to suck to get them to move it without you?”

“I’m sure you loved it,” he says, and whilst his words are cruel, he’s too distracted to be venomous, “I was side tracked. I’ll pay them back- steal more of it. I know the warehouse, they think the new locks’ll keep me out.”

“You owe me,” Emiliya complains, “I have debt collectors up my ass-”

“Um,” he stalls, blinking the memory away, “This might need some context.”

The apartment is a shithole, but it’s their shithole. Three tiny rooms crammed together, and made worse by the sprawling monster of wires. Tech everywhere, unbuilt servos and tiny little clocks suspending like dissected frogs. He has to give them a wide berth as he moves through the room to throw himself onto the sofa.

It was leather once, but now it’s mostly holes, and creaks loudly under his tiny weight.

“Yefemi!” a woman’s voice calls, high and sweet, “Is that you?”

Her head pokes around the corner. Her hair is long, tied back loosely, her expression weathered yet unendingly kind.

“If it wasn’t you be in trouble mama,” Yefemi replies, not unkindly as she sits down on the sofa next to him, pushing the hair out of his face where it’s fallen.

“I got really into it after my-”

He bites his lip before he can continue, an instinct. Electricity sizzles around him threateningly, the subconscious effect of his wild, primal magic. The grief chokes inside his throat, hard and pain and god, people who say grief gets easier are filthy liars. It hurts just as badly as it did when it happened, like a wound’s that only ever festered and never healed.

It’s cold. Sometimes they can’t afford heat all the time, and by the looks of it the electronics are off, so nothing stops the drizzle from seeping inside. He shakes off his coat and hangs it on the back of the door, the patter of rain and the wail of sirens below filling the otherwise quiet apartment.

Mama must be out, he thinks, with a frown. She’s sick, and yet she still insists on doing things for people. It’s like she likes being taken advantage of, men who don’t pay her appropriately for fixing their shit, or treat her like the help.

Ugh.

It’s why he’s surprised to find her asleep on a chair by the window, a circuit board in her lap.

“Mama,” he says, exasperated, “You need to stop doing this. I told you to lie down, I can bring that stuff to Cruise-”

As he approaches, dread suddenly engulfs his whole being. It’s like some kind of visceral demon breathing down his neck. Her eyes are open, but unseeing.

“Mama?” he repeats, softly, and his perspective spirals outwards.

He watches himself reach for her arm, and she’s cold. Her skin is cold, icy cold, and her chest is still. No breath leaves her lips.

“No,” he breathes, a sharp inhale, “No, no, no, no, no, no!”

He shakes his head, back inside the room, swallowing the pain like a bitter, bitter pill.

“To be honest with you,” he says, quietly, “My name’s not Gustav.”

No turning back now. He doesn’t wait for that to fill the room.

“It’s Yefemi,” he says, “I had to change my name after I escaped Neo-Necropolis. Debt collectors.”

He takes another sip of the wine, letting it run over his tongue, another crackle of electricity around him.

“I got really into drink and drugs after my mama died,” he says, quickly, before he can think better of it.

He sucks in a deep breath like he’s drowning, and has to push through the voices screaming for him not to scare his past, because they deserve to know the truth. His truth.

“We were poor as shit,” he says, bitterly, “When I was younger, I had a step-dad, but I have no idea who my real dad is. I assume he bailed on us, because my mama never told me anything.”

There’s more to unpack there. His step-dad. They might even know of him, or at least the rumours from the wake of his downfall, but he can’t bring himself to explain that yet. It rouses such a potent anger in him. That, at least, helps him forge on.

“She was an engineer,” he continues, “A brilliant one. She could fix anything. I’ve never been any good at that.”

Raising a hand to his temple, he knocks the side of his head, primal eyes zapping dangerously.

“I short-circuit a lot of electronics and delicate machinery,” he explains, “Or I used to, at least. It stressed her out a lot, so I tried to keep a hold of my magic.”

He lets out a deep, beleaguered sigh, rubbing his temples with one hand, nursing the glass in the other.

“We scraped by,” he adds, “I turned out to have very quick fingers, and there’s a lot of crowds back home. If you know what you’re doing, you can get out with expensive shit.”

He smirks slightly at that. It’s his real skillset- he was, originally, here because Tau trusts him and knows that he’d work to keep everyone safe, but that’s not his usual gig. He’s a thief. A really, really good one.

“Shifting it safely is the hard part,” he says, sounding almost wistful. He could go into that, but old habits die hard and he keeps his fence to himself.

Another deep drink, the glass half-empty.

“But, yeah,” he adds, “She, uh, passed away after she got sick, and I had nowhere to go but onto the streets.”

His brow furrows, a tense mix of anger and sadness clawing up his insides. The memories come up, flooding into his brain, and he viciously kicks them away.

“You can only live like an animal for so long before you’ll take any way out you can get,” he mutters, “There’s a lot of drugs back home, and cheap alcohol can fill you up place of food.”

His smile is more of a grimace, a self-depreciating, hateful one, and he downs the rest of the wine. It makes what he’s saying a little easier.

“Sorry,” he supplies, looking at Azizi sidelong, not quite meeting his eyes, “I know none of you asked for my life story, but I figured the context would help a bit.”

Pausing for a moment, he pushes the hair out of his face and collect himself as much as possible.

“It was too easy to fall in deep,” he muses, “You can get drugs that make you see colours that you can’t otherwise, slow down time, just- fucked up shit.”

He nods himself, as if trying to reassure himself he didn’t hallucinate the highs (pun not intended) of Neo-Necropolis.

“A drink between friends is different,” he says, glancing up at Cyril for a moment, “So, yeah. It’s cliché, like I said.”

A humourless laugh falls from his lips before he can stop it, jamming his mouth shut.

“There’s at least two years I barely remember,” he admits, the words spilling out easy and hard all at once because he’s never admitted it before, “I know where I was, who I was around, but what happened?”

He shrugs, trying to play it down slightly.

“Fuck if I know,” he chuckles, “I didn’t die, so it can’t be that bad.”

His smile is tight as he ducks his head, letting the revelations wash over the room.

[ernest798]

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Voltron Season 8 Revision Ideas

Based on what I’ve seen, I’m DEFINITELY not the only person who was very unsatisfied with Voltron’s final season. And it’s not because of ships, either- There were just a lot of questionable plot threads, some of which were left empty, and other issues such as pacing. As I sat down afterwards and tried to figure out the exact issues I had with Season 8, I figured, why not make my own post on how things should’ve been handled? Because there ARE good things about this season, and I do feel that with some revisions, new scenes, cuts, etc., the finale of Voltron could just be a lot more satisfying.

Thus, I present my own modified version of Season 8. This is mostly a rough draft, and I’m open to other ideas and modifications to it!

-Episode 1

This episode is pretty much perfect, although one change I’d make is the ending. I won’t deny that this is me pretty much fan-servicing myself when I admit that the change is that Lance and Allura DON’T kiss, nor does their relationship get confirmed. Alas, I must admit that I’ve never cared for Allurance, and it certainly never helped that it felt rushed and at times one-sided. We see Lance do a LOT for Allura, but aside from showing him some tender affection, we never truly see Allura go out of her way to do stuff for Lance.

So in this version of the episode, after Lance gives his confession, Allura admits to him that she just doesn’t feel the same. She isn’t ready for this, she has a lot of doubt, it doesn’t feel right so soon after the whole Lotor incident… At first, Lance is unsure… but then he lets out a laugh of relief and admits that for some reason, this makes him feel relieved. He agrees with Allura that being just supportive friends with one another is all he really wants and needs, and he’s glad to get things over with. Thus, he and Allura hug things out.

Thankfully, for those who like Allurance, I’ve revised Season 8 so that it or any other Lance ship being canon, does NOT affect the plot.

-Episode 2

Again, this episode was almost perfect. However, this is where I make my first big plot adjustment- Namely, when Honerva arrives at Lotor’s ruined cruiser. Like before, she finds Kova… but she also finds Narti’s body, oddly still intact after all this time. With an idea, she takes Narti’s body with her as well.

When Honerva does her ritual to find Lotor and Sincline in the rift, the ritual involves her using Narti’s bond and deep loyalty to Lotor. And in this version, the ritual does NOT kill Kova (or Narti, for that matter). Then Honerva just stuffs Narti into a healing pod or something. Also, there are still Druids serving Honerva.

-Episode 3

This episode was basically perfect. Honestly, the only change I can think of making is making all of the preceding events a bit shorter, if only to have more horror movie shenanigans with the Super Weapon.

-Episode 4

This is where I make my first MAJOR revisions towards the season. If I’m going to be honest, this episode REALLY dragged on. It felt unnecessary to have all of this delay and separated flashbacks, to just show the Komar Robeast grabbing the cubes. Likewise, it really bothered me that the Olkari left the planet and never came back- At first I assumed it would be because the Robeast was going to suck the planet dry of quintessence… but it doesn’t.

In fact, all it does is break a lot of buildings -which IS bad, but not THAT bad- and then take the cubes. That’s it. It’s just… one city. On an entire planet- Why did they feel the need to abandon the planet completely? Why was the entire planet so gray? And it felt unsatisfying to never see Reyner and the Olkarions again, so as far as we know they’re still stranded in space on evacuation ships. Like, what? Additionally, the whole Weblum introduction dragged on a bit too long.

So, new change- Voltron arrives on the planet, but it’s COMPLETELY sucked dry and dessicated. Pidge does the flashback thing, only it has to happen, like… only twice. And at the end of the flashback, the Komar Robeast also drains Olkari’s quintessence. Reyner dies, because angst. Pidge mourns, and then the Weblum arrives- But the planet is so dessicated that it leaves, because THAT’s how drained and dry it’s become. Even the Weblum can’t make anything of what is left- Truly destructive.

In the remaining time of the episode, we also see Honerva peering further into the rift, and catching glimpses of the Rift Entity or something. While on the Atlas, the team is all solemn, and they’re all talking about their next plan of action. Keith says something clumsy, and Matt pointedly reminds him about the time Keith tried to do a kamikaze attempt. Everyone else is shocked, Keith is flustered, and everyone is forced to confront this fact, including Krolia and Kolivan. Kolivan at first admonishes Keith, before apologizing and lamenting his mistake. We also see Lance support Keith afterwards.

Perhaps to end off the episode, we cut to Merla, who thinks back to her own interactions with Lotor. Turns out, the two had a friendship similar to when Lotor and Ven-tar hung out.

-Episode 5

Basically, the entire episode is different. The crew of the Atlas is at a market for certain supplies, when they get ambushed by Ezor and Zethrid’s group (On a note, the two don’t have injuries from the explosion because that’s just mean). At first they’re very aggressive and there’s a brief clash, but then Acxa steps in to negotiate. Zethrid and Ezor get REALLY confrontational about her siding with Keith, who is there with Krolia. At this point Acxa decides now’s a good time to reveal the truth; She is Keith’s sister.

Everyone is shocked, and then Krolia mutters a name we don’t recognize, unsure. Acxa confirms it, and then we get some insight into Acxa’s backstory. She was Krolia’s original daughter, but her apparent death helped motivate Krolia to fight against the Empire as a Blade. Turns out- Acxa survived, and assumed a different identity. Her injuries were really bad, especially to her face, so she basically had to get a new one. Acxa ALSO had amnesia from the incident.

More backstory, and Acxa joins Lotor. She later meets Keith in the Weblum, and is disturbed by how he reminds her of someone she doesn’t know… Either way, she feels personally obligated to look out for him. During the three year period where Voltron vanished, she managed to get her memories back.

She admits that she was unsure about how to tell Keith and Krolia about this. Ezor and Zethrid are still baffled. Krolia just embraces Acxa, calling her by her real name, and Keith follows. Ezor and Zethrid now feel like they can’t exactly fight Acxa and her family, and Acxa mentions that they need help taking down Honerva, who they KNOW abused Lotor.

Ezor and Zethrid hesitate and decide to think about it. They call off their group and head elsewhere into the market. The Atlas crew realizes they still need the supplies and continue on, while Acxa awkwardly talks with Keith and Krolia.

Cut to Ezor and Zethrid, who are discussing with one another. Here, we get the chance to see THEIR backstories. After their stories, we also cut to Narti, dormant within her healing pod at Oriande, dreaming… And we see HER story as a chimera shock trooper created by the empire. We eventually cut back to the market, and the Voltron Coalition is boarding the Atlas when Ezor and Zethrid arrive, pledging their support. As a bonus, we also get an awkward interaction between Coran and Blofar, and the Holts and the Lizard Bounty Hunter.

-Episode 6

Basically the same. We also have Ezor, Zethrid, and Acxa trying to reach out to Lotor. When Sincline emerges, it touches Oriande and gets imbued with energy- In this version of the episode, the White Lion Guardian lives. The implication is that it, and other Lion spirits, have now become one with Sincline.

-Episode 7

Potentially the same, for now. I like the insight into Kinkade’s personality. Even if I decide to give this episode the boot in a future revision, I AM keeping in the Seok Jin tribute. That will remain, no matter what.

-Episode 8

This time, the episode starts off with the Atlas crew already at the Clear Day festival, helping out. Shiro is saying stuff, telling everyone to help out, and Burr kind of passively-aggressively confronts Shiro about their previous absence, being all ‘Look who decided to show up’ without actually physically confronting Shiro with body language or eye contact.

We basically get SOME of the carnival bit, but with stuff cut out. The whole Hunk and Keith thing is gone, we see more of N-7 and Curtis, Rolo is confirmed alive and well, maybe learn about Shiro and his past and family. Lance getting a prize for Allura is also a dropped subplot. If he DOES try to win a game, he does well, mostly because I really like this one headcanon someone else came up with about Lance learning how to win at those carnival games for his little niece and nephew.

The episode is mostly concerned about Allura, the Rift Entity, the Alteans, Lotor, and Narti. We have Allura staying behind on the Atlas when Tavo speaks up, only to die. Allura saves him, and removes the Rift Entity from Tavo. Tavo comes to and she and Tavo discuss it, and consider the very painful procedure of letting the other Alteans die, only to bring them back so they can be free from Honerva’s control. These Alteans consent.

Cut to Oriande, and Lotor wakes up and sees Honerva. He initially attacks in a berserk rage, but when he sees Merla, he calms down and realizes himself in mourning, asking who it was he killed.

Honerva interrupts him and dismisses Merla, noting that Sincline is impressive and seems to have reformatted itself while in the rift, now sporting a pair of wings. When she removed Lotor from Sincline, it split into five ships- The Torso Ship, the Arm Ship, the Leg Ship, the Wing Ship, and the Tail Ship.

Honerva marvels at the Sincline Ships and notes that they will be most useful in creating a permanent rift like the one in Daibazaal. Lotor is livid at this and refuses to help her, but Honerva reminds him that she has his colony hostage, as well as the truth of his experiments. And, to seal the deal…

Some Druids cart in Narti in her healing pod, Kova following. Lotor is shocked and the pod comes out, and Narti emerges, stumbling out. Lotor catches her, and Narti is at first confused- But then she remembers what happened and backs away from a hurt and conflicted Lotor. She notices Honerva and tries to strike at her, but Honerva basically flings her aside, causing Narti to crash into the Tail Ship. 

There’s a brief vision of the Tail Ship’s spirit, which disorients Narti- But then she’s frozen in place by Honerva. Kova is hissing at his former master and Lotor wants to do a lot, but it’s no use. Meanwhile, it turns out that Merla has still been there right outside the room, listening in, when Honerva also reminds Lotor of his second colony experiments, shocking Merla. She compares herself to Lotor, but Lotor defiantly explains just WHY he did the things he did- Before calming down and ultimately giving into his guilt and insecurity. Honerva has Lotor and Narti taken to separate cells, giving Narti a discarded Sentry head to talk with mockingly, and keeps a hostile Kova nearby.

Merla turns away, unsure and in intense thought- But then she hears Honerva heading to the room’s entrance and hurries away. Meanwhile, Honerva briefly struggles -It’s revealed that since the Oriande incident, she’s been flickering between past and occasionally future versions of herself- and keeps having glimpses of the Rift Entity.

-Episode 9

The Voltron Coalition analyzes the Rift Entity. Meanwhile, Lotor and Narti are in adjacent cells, with Narti angrily calling Lotor out on everything. Lotor is saddened and apologizes, and Narti begins to hear him cry from within her cell. Lotor admits that the security the power offered him seemed so tempting…

Suddenly, Merla comes in. Turns out, while eavesdropping on Honerva, Honerva told the Druids to take Lotor and Narti to a certain part of Oriande, instructing them to tell everyone else not to enter due to some other reason.

Merla reveals that she knows the truth, and Lotor’s head hangs down. She confronts him as well, before sighing and admitting that while she can never trust Lotor the way she used to, she can at least trust him more than she can Honerva- It’s clear what Honerva really wants, and she begins to suspect of her lies. Lotor confirms that no, Voltron is not evil, although hesitates to mention Allura. The trio hear the Druids heading near, and Merla gets away while Narti asks Lotor about the others.

Merla is mingling with the other Alteans, and we see how they’re living. She finds a trusted friend and secretly confides with him/her in secret what she learned. The friend is shocked at Lotor’s crimes, and Merla admits she is angry- But they have a greater issue at hand to deal with. She notes, carefully, that perhaps they should all be prepared to turn on Honerva, and suggests warming everyone up to the idea by pretending to innocently question why Honerva won’t let them see Lotor and whatnot.

Later that night, Lotor and Narti are asleep, as are Acxa, Zethrid, and Ezor. Cut to the garage, and the Sincline Ships suddenly glow. Cue the visions of Team Sincline with their respective spirits, and then suddenly they’re all in the Astral Plane with their spirits, and see one another, Kova included.

Lead to a VERY interesting reunion between the five. A, E, and Z are baffled at Narti’s return, and are also confrontational towards Lotor. Eventually, however, things cool down. Lotor apologizes, and although Team Sincline isn’t quite there at a proper reunion, things are better.

Lotor then questions how they’re here, when a heavenly, divine voice comes in from above, heralded by light. This voice announces them each as the Paladins of Sincline, gifting each of them bayards, whilst discussing the attributes of each Sincline Ship. Team Sincline is surprised and wary at this voice, and before they can ask more, the dream ends. Before it does, the voice tells them to instruct Voltron on contacting her again for guidance.

Team Sincline wakes up, and tells everyone the news. At first they’re unsure on how to handle this info, but Allura decides it must be real. After all, Sincline was made of the same ore as Voltron… Allura further hypothesizes that the White Lion spirit, as well as others, have now been imbued in the Sincline Ships, and wonders if this is how the Voltron Lions became sentient.

The coalition muses over this, and the three members of Sincline remind them of the voice’s message. Deciding that Voltron is the key, the team forms together in the original configuration, with Shiro and Allura in the Black Lion, and are taken into the astral plane. Realizing they need to ascend even higher, the team goes through a very spiritual journey of sorts, trying to reach the voice as they hear more of her.

Meanwhile, Honerva tries to get Lotor to activate Sincline for her, even as she has construction of her own mech begin. Merla and her friends succeed in turning favor against Honerva in an innocent manner, with Merla at one point being asked by an Altean child if Honerva can be trusted- Merla pretends to be baffled by this question, before considering.

The Druids report this to Honerva, who is getting angrier at Lotor- Only the Torso Ship is responding to him. Honerva gets angrier and flickers into her pre-corruption state, stating she is Lotor’s mother, and a shocked Lotor shakes his head and denies it. Honerva has Lotor dragged back to his cell, deciding that she can make him do it when the time is right. As the Druids tell her of the Alteans and their musings, Honerva brushes it aside, clearly struggling. At one point she flickers to herself as a child, and her past self and current self briefly clash before she goes back to her regular form. Exhausted, Honerva goes back to her quarters.

At the end of the episode, the Paladins go beyond the Astral Plane with the power of the Lions, and are in some other place with strange souls mingling about… They question where they are, when they get separated. As they wander, they come across individual souls… And then see the original Paladins of Voltron, sans Zarkon.

-Episode 10

The Paladins are shocked, wondering how this can be. The previous generation is also confused, although Alfor is happy to be with Allura and vice-versa. They embrace one another.

We then cut to the original stories of the three other paladins, and Alfor likewise reminisces on his past with Honerva. Meanwhile, Ezor, Zethrid, and Acxa discuss trusting Lotor again, and they once again recall the times they met him. They hesitate.

The Paladins reunite and realize that they’re in some sort of afterlife, a spiritual realm… As they travel, Shiro is reunited with Adam, and the two make amends over their previous conflict and gain closure, kissing for one last time. The Paladins also meet Ven-tar, who wants them to tell Lotor that he doesn’t need to be guilty about his failure, and that his original colony still loves him. The group keeps traveling, and we get cameos of other deceased characters such as Antok, Sanda, etc. Soon after, they get attacked by the soul of Myzax, who is later joined by Sendak and Zarkon, and perhaps others.

The team form a spiritual Voltron and fight Zarkon’s spirit-mech, defeating him. Out comes innocent Zarkon, until Allura reminds him of his crimes. Zarkon cries in remorse (Sendak is also purified, sort of) and Allura notes that if he truly feels sorry, he should help.

Zarkon does help, and with the strength of the past and current generations of Voltron, they finally connect to the voice. We see a bright light manifest, and she reveals herself as the Lion Goddess- The same one that the Arusians had mistaken Allura for.

The Paladins are all fazed and asking questions, but it’s worse when the Lion Goddess decides to take a form they are more comfortable with, and becomes Melenor. Now Allura and Alfor are REALLY baffled, and LG explains.

The Lion Goddess is one side in an eternal conflict between life and death, creation vs entropy, etc., and her enemy is the Rift Entity, whom she notes tempted Zarkon and Honerva, and nearly seized Lotor as well. She explains how the two have attempted to tip the balance in their own favor, and now the Rift Entity seeks to do this by having Honerva tear open an even bigger, permanent rift to let it enter this reality.

By destroying this reality, the Rift Entity will be able to tip the balance, leading to a chain of events that will result in the total annihilation of existence. LG admits that she’s clashed with RE many times, in different battlefields, or realities, the two sending their own chess pieces against one another.

To find help, LG took the form of an Altean and traversed this reality until she met Alfor. Smitten with him, she married, and the two seemed happy… Until the trans-reality comet, AKA Voltron, one of LG’s warriors, was struck by the Rift Entity. Wounded, it fell and accidentally pierced the fabric of reality, opening the rift and allowing RE a chance to enter.

Alfor notes that it was ‘Melenor’s’ help that helped him find Oriande. He and Allura are really confused and unsure how to feel, and LG apologizes, genuinely mournful, for her manipulation. She continued to guide Alfor and the Paladins into creating Voltron and beating back RE, but RE managed to keep its sway on Zarkon and Honerva.

LG admitted that she wished she could have done more to stop THAT tragedy, but she was limited. She only operated, separate from reality, through the avatar of Melenor, unlike RE which was able to enter reality more tangibly. LG nevertheless explains the role of Voltron -as well as SINCLINE, she reminds them- in helping her keep RE from tipping the balance.

Alfor, distressed, calls out his wife, demanding to know if he and Allura were really loved, or just pawns in this game. LG mournfully agrees that she asked herself this question, which is why she has no intention of trying to tip the balance in her favor once RE is stopped. As far as she is concerned, she only wants to help everyone defend reality. Actually tipping things in her own favor, she may not even bother in any more.

Alfor and Allura are shocked by everything, and everything is quiet… Suddenly, the connection wavers, and LG reminds the Paladins that they hold a part of the RE on their ship. Concerned, the Paladins decide to return to their reality, but not before Allura, Alfor, and Melenor have one last hug. The OG generation bids the new one luck, especially a repentant Zarkon, who offers some advice about Honerva’s personality to help.

The team’s consciousness returns to this reality, when the Rift Entity’s fragment breaks from the Atlas and heads into space, attacking Voltron. A brief fight ensues, but Voltron easily wins. However, Allura worriedly notes that they still have to stop Honerva, and questions if Voltron can challenge the entirety of the Rift Entity. In response, one of the others notes that they won’t be alone- They have Sincline.

(There’s also a brief bit where Lotor dreams again and is attempting to solidify his connection with the Torso Ship. It fails at first, until he has the same test he had in Oriande. Instead of fighting, he accepts the Lion spirit into himself, and when he wakes up, we see a shot of the Torso Ship briefly lighting up the way the Lions’ eyes do.)

-Episode 11

Honerva believes Tavo and his team are dead, which provides an important advantage. With Zarkon’s advice, as well as help from Merla and the dream-collaborating Team Sincline, the Voltron Coalition forms a plan.

They know Honerva is planning to use Sincline to open the Rift- If that doesn’t work, it turns out she’s can use the Olkari cubes to launch a blast of energy at Sincline, causing its ore’s reality-splicing properties to activate enough for Honerva to use, regardless. And sure enough, the Olkari cubes have been incorporated into Honerva’s new mech.

The protagonists form a battle plan that involves sneaking Romelle and Coran into Oriande and rallying everyone against Honerva. After the planning, Allura also makes sure to tell Lotor about Ven-tar’s support, which leads to a very emotional and profound moment for himself. Meanwhile, Honerva attempts to open cold interaction with Kova, who just hisses. Unimpressed, Honerva transports Oriande to Altea’s coordinates at the time of its destruction, but is also struggling with her time-warping. The Rift Entity reaches out to her and promises to bring her all-knowing and, best of all, the love and appreciation of her family.

Romelle and Coran manage to fly into Oriande with a stealth ship, sensors overlooking them at Merla’s sabotage. Using their camouflage abilities, they sneak about, trying to figure out how to get Lotor and Narti with their ships, along with the rest of Team Sincline.

Things get sabotaged when Honerva catches the two in front of the entire colony. The colony calls Romelle and Coran traitors, but they speak for themselves and tell the truth. Merla remains silent, just in case the protagonists need her to keep doing inside work.

As the colony gets confused, Honerva prepares to kill them, siccing the Druids on the two. To everyone’s surprise, Coran proves himself quite capable, actually managing to kill a Druid with a luxite blade, noting their absorbing properties, before slashing the mask of one off. Coran is at first horrified at the face like always, until the Druid darkly wonders if he’s THAT unrecognizable…

To Coran’s horror, he recognizes the Druid as one of his colleagues back on Altea, and it’s revealed that the Druids were all Alteans who followed Haggar and served the Galra Empire. Their overexposure to Quintessence and experiments ravaged their forms- Although Honerva’s connection with the Rift Entity kept her somewhat stable and recognizable, the others… not so much.

Coran is so horrified that he fails to notice Honerva, who impales him from behind with an energy blade. As Romelle helps a wounded Coran, Honerva tells them that this is the end, even as she flickers.

The Alteans are REALLY beginning to doubt Honerva, when Lotor and Narti suddenly barge in with the Torso and Tail Ships, firing at Honerva and the Druids. At the same time, a wormhole near Oriande opens, and in comes the Atlas, Voltron Lions, and the rest of their gathered allies.

Lotor denounces Honerva in front of the colony, who turns on her- But Honerva simply goes to the top of Oriande with her Druids, more or less barricading that area off as she prepares her own mech.

It activates, and she begins opening the rift, even as Druids operate the Komar Robeasts against the coalition. A battle ensues, and Voltron attempts to fight Honerva in her mech. Meanwhile, the rest of Team Sincline reunites, with Allura in tow- Allura decided that she NEEDED to be there for her people, and so let the team take the original configuration with Shiro in charge while she deals with the situation in Oriande.

Lotor bows to her and admits the truth of the second colony, even as Allura steps forth and announces herself as the rightful queen of Altea. She asks the Alteans, unlike Honerva, if they will take her… and they all agree. While feelings are mixed towards Lotor, he doesn’t care- Allura is back with her people. Meanwhile, Honerva watches from afar and is less than pleased.

The coalition tries to stop Honerva, but she manages to seep her claws into Voltron and hijack its energy. The rift is opened, and out comes the Rift Entity itself. 

-Episode 12

A triumphant Honerva announces the end of this reality, noting she will only save a few certain parts of it for herself. RE bonds with her and her mech, creating a massive titan of destruction with Honerva at the core. Honerva is lulled into a blissful illusion of a reality where she and Zarkon never turned evil and raised Lotor happily, with Sendak there as well.

Voltron is at first easily repelled by RE, and Atlas attempts to clash with it when the lions split. Team Sincline all get into their ships, and are forced to ask one another if they can truly trust each other. A heartfelt moment is had, and Ezor, the heart of the group, rouses the team together. They get into their ships, even as Merla takes Coran to be healed. Lotor asks if the generals are sure, and they agree. Genuinely happily, Lotor chuckles and tells them to follow him, and the Sincline Ships fly off.

Atlas is badly wounded against RE, who tosses it aside. Voltron reforms to fight it and has problems, until the Sincline Ships arrive as reinforcements. At first it works, but it’s not enough, and so Lotor calls his team to fly in formation, and form Sincline!

Voltron and Sincline, the latter of whom has upgrades thanks to the bayards, fight, and Voltron unlocks its upgrades from the rift once more against RE. Meanwhile, Krolia, Kolivan, and Lahn rally the fractured Galra Empire, giving proof to Lotor’s return, and notes that the fleet must give aid. (We get cameos of familiar Galra such as Throk, his glowy-clawed friend, and Morvok)

Back in Oriande, the rebels such as Matt and whatnot join Merla and the other Alteans in fending off the Druids within. Voltron and Sincline are doing fine at first, but then more Druids and their Komar Robeasts make things harder.

Suddenly, in flies the ENTIRE Galra fleet, just about every ship in what was the empire! Rallying under Lotor, they fire on the Komar Robeasts full force, pinning them down under their combined fire power. Voltron and Sincline continue their fight against RE, and to keep it from killing everyone else, they push it and themselves into the rift.

They battle in a special area within the quintessence field against the RE, and with the power of the Lion Goddess flowing through them, Voltron and Sincline fuse, with Allura acting as a conduit of LG’s power and a link between the two mechs.

The Warrior of Light (it’s a working name) thus goes into battle against the Rift Entity.

-Episode 13

WoL does a fantastical battle against the Rift Entity, against a gorgeous backdrop. As WoL inflicts more damage upon RE, with the two teams within working in coordination, we cut to Honerva. She’s busy minding herself, enjoying her paradise, when suddenly there are cracks. Glitches. Empty, missing holes. Things start shaking, and we briefly cut and flicker to reality as Honerva’s blissful lie falls apart.

Cut back to WoL, which keeps fighting with some of the best fight choreography in the series- Like, a lot of budget is sunk into this. Eventually WoL manages to cleave open RE’s chest and plunges its sword into its core. This links the minds of Team Voltron and Sincline with Honerva, and they both appear in the Astral Plane.

Honerva, snapping back to reality, is now VERY pissed at the Paladins for disrupting her fantasy. Flickering between different states of herself, and even different realities, Honerva is becoming all the more unstable in every sense of the word. The Paladins of Voltron and Sincline fight Honerva in a non-mech fight on the Astral Plane, combining their skill sets together, with Allura leading the offense and gradually overwhelming Honerva, forcing her to use all of her strength. Keith also gets the chance to go full Galra.

Finally, Allura lands a powerful blow on Honerva, who staggers- Then screams with a resounding force, sending the Paladins flying. Cut to the quintessence field and WoL is sent flying back, sword free from RE as RE recuperates and heals the wound. Distorted by Honerva’s rage and insanity, it morphs into an even more terrifying, avian/dragon form and continues battle.

Back in our reality, Oriande is quickly being seized. The Druids make a final stand, and Krolia and Kolivan manage to avenge the deaths of so many Blades who died.

Cut back to WoL’s battle against RE. RE is lashing out with greater intensity, but the Paladins refuse to give up, even combining the abilities of Voltron and Sincline in ways they could never have imagined. With cunning wit and coordination, the Paladins manage to cleave open RE and pierce its core once more.

Back to the Astral Plane, but Honerva is REALLY messed up now, even more so than ever. Her soul seems to have taken a form inspired by the Rift Entity, a demonic, abstract ghost that provides even more of a challenge. Once again the Paladins keep fighting, and finally Allura lands another big blow.

Honerva’s soul backs down… And once AGAIN it lashes out, suddenly slamming tendrils of dark energy into the faces of all of the Paladins. The corruption of the Rift Entity begins seeping into them as they all fall to their knees, one by one. RE appeals to each person’s insecurities, their desires, offering ways to fulfill them through the power it grants. All the paladins are engulfed as the Lion Goddess tries to call out to them, and only Allura is left…

She gets visions… Little paradises cleverly woven by the Rift Entity. Promising her a reality with Altea, with Alfor, with a Melenor that actually fit what Allura believed in. All so tempting…

Allura is actually swayed at first, and she closes her eyes… But then she opens them and asks of her friends, one by one. RE attempts to sway Allura by promising them, but then Allura keeps mentioning different people, even as she remembers. And then, there, she decides she will not fall prey to the same fate that befell Honerva and Zarkon. With the power of the Lion Goddess flowing through her, she purges the Rift Entity from her system, even as she reaches out to Lotor.

Lotor, who is clinging to the illusion of power because he hopes it will bring him safety, hears Allura’s call and remembers that he doesn’t NEED nor want the Rift Entity’s influence. And soon, he breaks free. Lotor then calls out to another Paladin, and so forth, until everyone is freed, each person making a declarative statement that summarizes their character development, values, and the bonds they share with their team (Probably the same quotes from the Season 8 trailer).

The dark cloud enveloping the Astral Plane bursts, clearing to free the Paladins. All that’s left is Honerva’s distorted soul. At first the others want to continue fighting the conventional way, but Allura realizes that their method won’t work- It’ll just be a never-ending cycle of WoL attempting to take down RE, with the Paladins fighting Honerva in the Astral Plane, and her forcing them out, and so forth. There’s only ONE way to end this forever, to right the balance and end the conflict…

She reaches out with her hand, even as Honerva lunges, and light engulfs the two. Suddenly we see regular Honerva, surprised, looking around, yelling at the paladins, promising to destroy them, when she sees her young self. Surprised, the two interact, and her young self asks her innocuous questions about her ruthlessness, about what she’s doing, the point of it all.

Honerva attempts to justify herself by stating that she’ll know better, only to see the other past selves linking her innocence to now, all of them asking the same question, none knowing why. Honerva realizes then and there that she DOESN’T know… and maybe never will. Sure enough, Allura’s influence shows her the most tender parts of her life, the things that made her decide knowledge was worth seeking…

She remembers her hopes. Her times with Zarkon, preparing for Lotor’s birth. Honerva realizes that she keeps wanting to END the cycle of pain, to explain it all the way… but never does, and Allura arrives and confirms this.

Allura reaches her hand out, and Honerva reaches out for it… but in her mindscape, everything darkens as RE attempts to reassert its grip on her. Honerva hesitates, looking back and seeing the reflection of Haggar… and up ahead, she sees the person she used to be.

Honerva, as she is in season 8, is the neutral alignment trapped between the two fates of what COULD be her, as is reflected in her appearance. And as she realizes what could happen, what she COULD do… somewhere, from beyond time and space, beyond reality, beyond everything itself, a voice calls out…

Zarkon.

And at that moment, Honerva knows.

She takes Allura’s hand.

A bright flash of light, and suddenly WoL is standing in front of a collapsing, boiling RE. Allura wakes up to see a surprised Honerva there (Within WoL, all of the Paladins operate in a singular core room where they can interact). Honerva and Lotor share looks, but don’t say much else as what’s left of RE regathers itself and attempts one final barrage of power. Yet, it is no match- The Paladins, Honerva, they fire back with a beam of energy, and they soon think of all of the people they know, loved, and so forth, and they, too, subconsciously give their energy to the beam until it completely overwhelms the Rift Entity, finally destroying its excess hold on the scales and setting the balance back.

We cut back to our reality as everyone nervously awaits for the paladins to return, wondering what is happening as they peer into the rift… And then suddenly it widens, and out comes the Warrior of Light!

As everyone cheers, the Warrior of Light turns around and seals the rift, even as the Lion Goddess thanks the Paladins and gives them her eternal blessing. Allura, exhausted, lets go of the connection, and Voltron and Sincline unfuse, drifting through space, exhausted. Allura and Honerva are seen floating between the two mechs.

...Cut to some time later.

Allura is the new Queen of Altea, with her advisors Coran, Romelle, and Merla (whose clothes resemble her DotU incarnation). The colony has now accepted Allura, and have a new home on a planet rechristened New Altea. The royal palace is none other than the repurposed Oriande.

Lotor has reclaimed the Galra Empire as his own. He knows that the Altean Colony may not ever forgive him for what he’s done… But as far as he’s concerned, he’s fine. Because they’re happily living, free for the first time in generations. And that’s all he really ever wanted. (As a plus, he also has his Altean Marks permanently visible)

The Paladins of Voltron? They’ve basically retired, thanks to Sincline having their backs. Now, they’re pursuing their dreams;

Shiro is still Captain of the Atlas, and continuing to do what he loves best by exploring space- But not before having the biggest, longest, most relaxing and self-servicing vacation EVER.

Pidge is with her family, collaborating on the latest technologies.

Hunk acts as both an ambassador AND a chef, catering to others and helping with the engineering of the Atlas.

Keith and the Blade of Marmora are helping rehabilitate the Empire and reteaching it its lost ways, culture, history, etc.

Lance is a pilot, exploring space and tending to exotic space gardens with his family on the Atlas.

...Okay, the Paladins haven’t ACTUALLY retired, nor split up. They’re still having adventures together on the Atlas, occasionally arriving back at Earth to rest. But they’re together, right? And the universe, is at peace…

Team Sincline now takes priority as the new defenders of the universe, and Keith helps his sister Acxa on the whole being a paladin thing. Should the occasion call for it, Voltron could also be reformed… but at the same time, the opportunity for the MFE cadets becoming the new paladins is also open as well. A big speech is held with Lotor and Allura as they look forward to a new dawn of the universe, an actual, happy ending…

Finally, we find out what happened to Honerva- Lotor chose to spare her, not necessarily out of kindness. She is being kept in the ultimate, maximum-security prison. Purged of the Rift Entity’s influence, she is powerless and no longer a threat.

Allura reminds Lotor that he’s not obligated to forgive Honerva for what she’s done, and Lotor reminds her that, no, he hasn’t. But he admits that having time to sit down, and reflect… Has done many things for himself, and he feels it can do the same for others as well.

Honerva dwells in her cell, reflecting on her actions, before smiling- She has had her fair share of regrets, undoubtedly. But now, it seems that Lotor, at least… can now be happy.

And on the anniversary of that final battle, everyone is hanging out at a big celebration. Ezor and Zethrid? Totally an item. Same goes for Veronica and Acxa. Keith and Lance sit together to talk things out, noting how one has always been there for the other…

At that moment, the sky lights up as everyone looks up in wonder, and they see a constellation light show sent to them by the Lion Goddess as a final tribute to the Paladins. Everyone celebrates, and as the light show goes on, Keith and Lance lean in and kiss, thanking one another and saying a final, really sentimental line or something.

Cue end credits! But at the very, VERY end is a final scene… of Bob literally just watching all of this on an old TV with Norflox, remarking on how that was a GOOD show, and whatnot. Then he wonders what else there is to do, and Norflox makes a lame suggestion. Bob sighs, and decides it’s a good idea, before signing off to the audience, personally addressing them.

The end.

...So, what do you guys think? This is my idea for a potential rewrite/revision of Voltron Season 8. It basically has everything I actually wanted in Voltron’s final season, but if anyone has any ideas or modifications they’d like to make, I’m all ears!

[ariellestudies1]

Hello! After much debate I decided to get the upgrade for GoodNotes5 so I thought I’d put out my own review! There were a lot of negative comments about it but I figured there was no harm in trying it myself, especially since it was free to download 😅 Anyways, a very long review under the cut!

I was skeptical when I previewed it in the AppStore due to all the negative reviews, but I honestly didn’t find much an issue with the upgrade at all other than a few minor things here and there. i feel like this is going to be super long, so i’ll be sticking with some highlights!

1. the new format

personally, the organization of folders/categories/etc hasn’t been a deal breaker for me thus far on gn4 or gn5 as long as I can still get to my things without having to make it through a labyrinth in order to find them. the introduction of folders isn’t really a new concept, just a replacement for the categories in gn4 and as expected works the same (the folders, imo, look cleaner too). the folders can be arranged by the date of you last interacting with it or alphabetically.

an addition i really like, though, is the ability of being able to favorite a folder, notebook or note for quick access. it’s a small thing to be excited over, however i find it very neat and handy since i use a numerous amount of sub-folders inside larger categories in order to organize my things. bookmarked pages can also be accessed here!

the search function is also still present as you can see in the first pic above, and works the same as in gn4, although maybe a little less advanced. you can also find your recently opened documents underneath the search bar as well, which i find useful for quick access purposes. 

something else i was overjoyed to discover was the ability to import your notes from gn4 over to gn5. the only con i can really find with this is the fact that from what i can see, you cannot reformat the pages of your gn4′s notebook in gn5 without it freaking out on you. 

that is to say that if one of your pages is grid paper on gn4 and you try to change the paper template on gn5, the page will no longer format correctly to the gn5 paper. copying a pasting the content (which i’ve discovered you can do across the apps (i.e. copying content from gn4 and pasting it into gn5)) only helps a little but imo it still looks a bit messy. 

2. toolbar improvement

the tool bar has made some large improvements, including a new pen and other upgraded features gn4 didn’t have. being able to to access my camera roll in order to add pictures directly from the toolbar is a very welcome change as i actually hated the old process lmfao. 

although i don’t have a a picture to show for it, the eraser tool also now has the ability to just erase highlighter marks! another small thing that got me excited :D

the integration of the color wheel is also welcomed wholeheartedly! once you choose your color, it’s also as simple as clicking the ‘add to presets’ button in order to save it to your color collection!

3. final thoughts:

the only huge issue i have with the app is that it backs up to iCloud instead of allowing me to redirect the back ups into Google Drive as I’ve been doing with gn4. exporting my notes is a minor issue, since it still allows me to send it off to Google Drive, DropBox, etc. for my purposes, i’m switching over to gn5 since the improvements outweigh a lot of the cons people have pointed out since it’s release. not to say they’re wrong, of course, considering we all have different needs, but as for me, switching over is in my best interest.

there’s a lot more stuff i didn’t touch on due to how long this post would be if i did lmfao so if you have questions before you buy/upgrade, feel free to message me! 

thank you for reading!

- arielle (celestialstudies)

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While you can expect Tumblr-based RPs to have some threading on Tumblr, there are a lot of other places people can thread. All have strengths and weaknesses, so choosing a location for any one thread should be an issue of what works for that thread. Some threads may even need to be moved in the middle of things if events shift unexpectedly. 

Tumblr Threads

What Are They?: Threads that take place as a series of Tumblr posts replying to one another through reblogs.

Pros

One of the best ways to have your threads all organized in one place. You may have to scroll/go through pages, but tagging makes it pretty easy overall to find threads if you need to check something or just want to reread.

If everyone has a blog, you can keep up with everyone’s Tumblr threads if you want. That involves a lot of following, but if you really want to read all that, you have the chance to.

If one mun deletes their muse’s blog, the content will still be available to peruse on the other muse’s blog.

Drafting makes it easier to work on replies at your own pace and save them as you go.

Notifications (when they’re working) are easy to track without being annoying, so it’s easier to keep track of what’s gotten replies and what you need to work on.

Conducive to sprites.

Really the easiest way to have an open available to anyone to start things off.

Cons

As you may have noticed, Tumblr likes to actively make itself worse. Especially with ditching editable reblogs—there’s an easy workaround if you have the right XKit, but good luck on mobile. Without clipping reply chains, the posts get really long really fast.

Not terribly conducive to fast-paced threads.

Half of the pros above don’t apply to three-or-more-person threads. These threads are still doable, but they can get disorderly very easily.

Private threads don’t work here. You also need to worry about trigger tagging a bit more.

Can make muns feel pressured to make/commission sprites or write longer replies.

Chat Threads

What Are They?: Threads taking place over Discord or Skype. They’re typically DMs including only the mods and the muns involved. Some RPs may have separate Discord servers where all muns can enter and hold chat RPs in separate channels.

Pros

Private by default. No one who isn’t directly involved in a thread (and certainly no one outside the RP) will be able to spy on the happenings.

Major spoiler information you don’t want unrelated parties to know (yet) can be posted here without risk. Likewise, if you're worried a thread might dive into sensitive territory, you can have it here without triggering any non-participants.

Generally less pressure to produce long replies. More conducive to one-liners and rapid exchanges.

Probably the easiest way to run threads with more than two muses.

Notifications are usually reliable.

No matter how long the thread gets, it’s all right there in a single link, even if you need to scroll a lot.

Cons

If you want to keep a record of these threads, you’re either going to have a whole lot of old DMs clogging up your chats, or you’ll have to migrate everything elsewhere. Especially beware Skype, which likes to randomly bar access to everything but the last message sent sometimes.

If you do want others to know what’s going on and/or appreciate your excellent prose, you’re also going to have to tell them yourself.

Shorter replies can mean more pressure to reply quickly.

Longer replies can quickly go over the character limit, sometimes requiring several messages to get everything through.

Sprites are inconvenient at best.

If you want to save replies as you go along, you’ll usually have to compose them somewhere else. Discord at least usually saves messages in progress, but you’ll still have to worry about the character limit.

Notifications generally go away once you check a reply, making it harder to be sure what all you still need to reply to. They can also interfere with whatever else you’re doing on the chat site.

Docs Threads

What Are They?: Threads taking place on Google Docs. Generally, one mun writes up a “post,” and some kind of horizontal line or other indicator is inserted before the next mun starts typing.

Pros

Relatively reliable as a site (to be fair, I’m comparing it to Tumblr and Skype here, so that may not mean much in context).

Appropriate for private threads.

More formatting options, if that’s your thing.

Sprites are easier to include than in chat threads. You can reformat/resize them as necessary without needing to alter the original image files like you have to do for Tumblr sometimes.

Cons

If you’re both on the doc, you can watch each other compose replies. This isn’t a con for everyone, but being watched can really make muns nervous. This might also lead to confusion if you type something out and then decide to delete it and take the reply in a new direction.

Sometimes weird stuff happens with permissions and doc access. This especially goes if you want people besides the involved muns to see it.

Google Docs is the most likely place for you to have actual productive stuff mixed in with RPs, so it might not be the best organization-wise (though folders are still a thing).

The entire thing can be edited by anyone with access. This could be a pro, and the track changes feature means you can revert it, but accidental deletions of your or the other mun’s writing are more likely with this format.

Relies on you checking the doc regularly or your thread partner telling you when they’ve responded.

Conclusion

This doesn’t exhaust the list of possible thread locations—there’s still RPNow, other RP sites, forum sites, and for all I know people are using Tumblr Messenger for it these days. But these three have been the most popular in this RP community while I’ve been around, and for good reason. While each thread’s situation is the top consideration, you also need to consider that different muns may be averse to different threading locations. Try to accommodate that when you can, but be prepared to go beyond your own preferences if you want to thread with everyone available. 

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In January of 1977, I turned ten-years-old. And around that time, I would up getting my second book collection of vintage comic book stories--a book that, up until that point I didn’t even know existed. We found it in the remaindered section at Two Guys, a regional low-rent department store chain, kind of like the K-Mart of its day. And because I had money that had been given to me for my birthday, I was able to buy it. By that point, it was twelve years old and had gone through several printings--it was, in fact, the very first collection of vintage comic book stories ever published, coming out in 1965 just ahead of the Batman TV show craze.

THE GREAT COMIC BOOK HEROES began life as an article that Jules Feiffer had written for Playboy magazine, of all places. It was a nostalgic look back, warts and all, at the comic books that were a part of his youth and the state of the industry a few years later when he was able to get into the business working for Will Eisner. From there, Feiffer went on to be a successful syndicated cartoonist, his strip primarily appearing in the Village Voice, as well as an accomplished playwright. He was so well-regarded, in fact, that he was able to convince a number of publishers to reprint stories from their back catalog in this hardcover collection--publishers who, up to this point, has never really worked in concert before. 

As no good reproduction materials existed, Feiffer worked in concert with DC’s Jack Adler to pioneered a process by which old comic books could be photographed under certain conditions to create a usable black line image, and then recolored. This same process was later used on many of DC’s reprints, in particular the FAMOUS 1st EDITION treasuries--I gather that the reason its use wasn’t more widespread is that it was more costly and time-consuming than was considered worthwhile for a regular comic book release.

Feiffer was also enough of a bigwig in 1965 that he was able to negotiate a minor detente in the legal agreement between DC/national Periodicals and Fawcett Publications, enough to allow him to reprint a single page’s worth of Captain Marvel. In 1977 when I read this book, I didn’t understand why this was a big deal (and in fact I had read this same story twice before already.) I believe it was the one and only exception ever granted, at least up until the point where DC began licensing the rights to Captain Marvel from Fawcett in 1973.

I will confess that, when I first bought this volume, I didn’t read any of Feiffer’s text. That seemed like work to me, who needed it? It was the stories that I was here for! I was hypnotized by the reproduction of one of the comic books that Feiffer had made and sold on the neighborhood street when he was a kid. I had begun to make my own comic books before this, and so this was a very primal point of connection for me--I think I may have read the text of just that one “chapter” (they were all short enough that they were only three or four pages long.)

I also didn’t read the stories featuring the Human Torch, the Sub-Mariner and Captain America that were included in the volume. Why would I? I had learned from past experience that I adamantly disliked Marvel comics, decried them whenever I was asked about them, so there was no need to investigate these stories. It would literally be months, not until the summer of 1977, when, on one dull day with nothing better to do, I finally cracked and read through both Feiffer’s full text and the three Marvel stories. And they (along with the write-ups on Timely in the Steranko History of Comics, coming soon) were enough to compel me to give Marvel another chance. But we’ll get to that in due time.

The one disappointing aspect of Feiffer’s book to me, coming to it twelve years later, is that there were already a number of stories in it that I’d read already. Because Feiffer tried to hit all of the mainstays of the big comic book houses in his reprints, and as often as possible, the opening or origin installments. The only times he varied from this approach was when there was some other aspect of the character or the strip that he was trying to highlight--a number of these series took a little while to completely crystallize in their final forms, and Feiffer took that into account when choosing his stories.

So what was reprinted in this volume? It opened with a two-page origin of Superman, taken not from ACTION COMICS #1 but rather from the more expanded version first shown in SUPERMAN #1. Thereafter, he ran a story that he sourced from SUPERMAN #3 but which was first published in ACTION COMICS #5. It’s really the first full story in which all of the quintessential elements of the Superman series coalesce: the Lois-Clark-Superman relationship in particular. There are several pages in the middle of it that were clearly reworked from newspaper strip samples, panels extended and reformatted into comic book pages haphazardly. 

Following the single page of Captain Marvel he could show, Feiffer then reprints the origin of Batman, from BATMAN #1 (which I’d read), as well as the first story featuring the Joker (likewise). This was about a year in, by which point Robin had been introduced, and wit the debut of the Joker all of the elements were in place. But not new to me. Next was a relatively late Human Torch story from MARVEL MYSTERY COMICS #20--like Batman, by this point the Torch’s young partner Toro had come into the series, and it had settled down into typical super-heroics. But I didn’t read it, not yet.

A pair of stories that I’d already experienced came next: the first adventure of the Flash (my third copy of it!) from FLASH COMICS #1 and the first installment of Green lantern from ALL-AMERICAN COMICS #16. Next came a solo Spectre story from ALL-STAR COMICS #1. I was familiar with this early version of the Spectre from the FAMOUS 1st EDITION reprint of ALL-STAR #3, but he wasn’t especially interesting to me. Because he was already dead and could do literally anything, there wasn’t a lot of drama to be found in his stories. Even as a kid, this deficit was apparent to me. Superman, at least, had to struggle to accomplish whatever his goal was.

Next came an adventure of Hawkman, sourced from FLASH COMICS #5. Here, Feiffer skipped the earliest adventures of the winged wonder so as to showcase the work of Shelly Moldoff on the strip (and in particular how often he was swiping Flash Gordon panels by Alex Raymond, which happened everywhere.) This was followed by a Wonder Woman story from WONDER WOMAN #2--actually, it was a single chapter of a four-chapter larger story, but I wouldn’t discover this for decades. Feiffer chose it as a good example of some of the strange sexuality that was operating under the hood of what at first glance appeared to be a patriotic heroine series. This was the stuff that really made Wonder Woman sizzle, and the lack of which one of the reasons why her series had such a lack of pop in the 60s and 70s.

Then came a Sub-Mariner adventure from MARVEL MYSTERY COMICS #7, by which point creator Bill Everett had worked out the bugs. I didn’t read it for several months, but essentially it’s an orgy of destruction, as Namor returns to Manhattan to carve out vengeance for his undersea race by wrecking and destroying his way across the city--he even at one point accosts Mayor Fiorello LaGuardia. There isn’t much plot, only carnage--and it ends with Namor’s friend Berry Dean warning him that the Human Torch would be on his trail. But that historic meeting wasn’t included.

I also skipped the origin of Captain America, from CAPTAIN AMERICA COMICS #1. It’s a pretty crude piece of work, like most of what was reprinted in this volume. There are only hints of the explosiveness that Jack Kirby would bring to the comic book page in the next few issues, to say nothing of the next few decades. The pages were a little bit more jigsaw puzzle-y, but only a little bit. That would change as Kirby got going on Cap.

Next came the first Plastic Man adventure, from POLICE COMICS #1, and which I’d read a few weeks earlier in SECRET ORIGINS OF THE SUPER DC HEROES. It was still a fun tale, but one that only hinted at the inventiveness that Jack Cole would bring to the character and to the page. I felt the same way about the Spirit based on the story that Feiffer reprinted here. He spent a lot of time talking up how innovative and impressive a series it was, but from this sampling, I just couldn’t see it. Part of that, no doubt, is that most scholars consider the best period of Eisner’s Spirit to run from around 1946-1950 or so. But Feiffer was working for Eisner for most of that period--he wrote several of the most memorable tales--and so his interest was in the earliest Spirit adventures, the ones he read as a kid.

So it was a highly-enjoyable volume, and one that would have a greater impact on me over the course of time, but also slightly disappointing. But I was glad to have it, in particular because its existence came as a total surprise to me. At this point in time, there were precious few compilations of old comic book stories, so each one was like a treasured gem.

[blogmat171]

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Open your PowerPoint file.

Select a slide that contains an image or picture.

Select the image or picture.

Click the Picture Format ribbon at the top of the screen.

Click Compress Pictures.

Select the checkbox to Delete cropped areas of pictures option to reduce the size of the image or picture in the presentation.

Choose Email (96 ppi): minimize document size for sharing.

Uncheck Apply only to this picture if you want all of the pictures in the entire presentation to be compressed so you will have a smaller file size.

Click OK.

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Open your PowerPoint file.

Select a slide that contains an image or picture.

Select the image or picture.

Click the Picture Format ribbon at the top of the screen.

Click Compress Pictures (to the right of the Transparency icon).

Click the Picture Quality drop down and choose Best for Sending in Email (96 ppi).

Select the checkbox to Delete Cropped Areas of Pictures to reduce the overall size of the image or picture in the presentation.

Apply to all pictures in this file is default and recommended for a smaller file. If you only want to delete the currently selected picture, uncheck that.

Click OK.

If you have more questions, email ITHELP@clemson.edu or call 864-656-3494.

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A PowerPoint presentation will be attractive and intuitive if it is media-rich with images, videos, etc. However, these media would enlarge the file size. If you need to reduce PowerPoint file size, this post from MiniTool Partition Wizard might be helpful for you.

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About PowerPoint

Microsoft PowerPoint, a part of the Microsoft Office suite, is a presentation program released on April 20, 1987.

The PowerPoint software allows users to create dynamic slideshows with texts, tables, charts, videos, audios, images, etc. It is suitable for projectors or big-screen TVs. Therefore, a lot of religious, corporate, and educational organizations prefer to use this tool to introduce visual information to groups or individuals. Some companies even regard it as a basic market skill.

Although you can make PowerPoint presentation interesting and powerful by inserting images, audios, and videos, it could be annoying that these media files would make your PowerPoint file larger. It takes up more disk space and might reduce playback performance. In addition, users might fail to send an email with a PowerPoint file as an attachment due to exceeding the file size limit.

In the following contents, you can learn about some tips on how to reduce PowerPoint file size.

Tip 1: Use PPTX Format for Your PowerPoint File

PPTX format was released by Microsoft in Office 2007. It has replaced the PPT format which was used by Microsoft PowerPoint previously, and it becomes the default format when users create a file with modern versions of PowerPoint. PPTX format compresses all the content within the PowerPoint file and it makes the file smaller than that using the PPT file type.

If your PowerPoint file is of PPT format, you should convert it to PPTX format to reduce PowerPoint file size. You just need to:

Open the target file and click File from the top menu.

Select Save as and select a location.

In the pop-up window, select PowerPoint Presentationfor Save as type Then your PowerPoint file will be saved in PPTX format.

Tip: You can check the format of your file by clicking the file and selecting Properties.

In my example, I convert my file to PPTX format and the file size is reduced by 1695KB. This should be an easy way to reduce PowerPoint file size, but the file size is depended on the contents inside the file eventually. If the PPTX file is still too large or your file has been created with PPTX format already, here are more tips that you might need in the following parts.

Tip 2: Insert Your Pictures Instead of Copying and Pasting

The JPG (Joint Photographic Experts Group) format is a lossy compressed file format for pictures. Usually, a picture of JPG takes less storage space than that of BMP (Bitmap) and PNG (Portable Network Graphic).

When you copy a picture and paste it to a PowerPoint file, the picture might be reformatted to BMP or PNG, which makes your PowerPoint file larger finally. So, you’d better add the picture to PowerPoint with the insert function which maintains the original format of the involved pictures.

When you save an image, you need to select an image format for it. If you choose between the PNG and JPG, learning the difference on PNG vs JPG is vital.

Tip 3: Do Not Edit Images in PowerPoint

Before inserting a picture in PowerPoint, you’d better make sure you don’t need to make any further edits for it. Any edits for the picture within the PowerPoint file will be saved as a part of the file, which means that a lot of extra stuff would be stored.

For example, when you change a colorful picture to black and white, PowerPoint retains the full-color image at the same time.

Therefore, if you need to edit a picture, please use an image editor and then insert it in PowerPoint. This could help you to reduce PowerPoint file size.

Tip 4: Compress Images in PowerPoint

Another method to reduce the picture size in a PowerPoint file is to compress the picture. You can compress images in PowerPoint one at a time or all at once. To compress all the images in the PowerPoint file, you need to:

Tip: The detailed steps might be different for different versions of Microsoft PowerPoint.

Step 1: Click File from the top toolbar and select Save As. Then select the folder where you want to save the compressed file.

Step 2: Click the Tools option which is next to Save button. In the pop-up menu, select Compress Pictures.

Step 3: In the pop-up window, select “E-mail (96 ppi): minimize document size for sharing” under Resolution section. Then click OK to confirm that you want to compress pictures in PowerPoint.

Tip: As you are operating for all the pictures in the PowerPoint file, you are unable to select Apply only to this picture option here.

Step 4: Click Save to save the compressed PowerPoint file.

If you want to compress a specific picture, you just need to select the picture in PowerPoint. Then click Format from the top toolbar and select Compress Pictures.

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Tip 5: Remove Personal Information

Microsoft Office stores your personal information and hidden properties of your PowerPoint file, such as the author name, document properties, etc. Remove them could also help you to reduce file size in PowerPoint. Here are the detailed steps.

Step 1: Click File and select Info.

Step 2: Click Check for Issues. In the pop-up menu, select Inspect Document.

Step 3: The Document Inspector window will pop up, and you should make sure the “Document Properties and Personal Information” option in the list has been checked. Then click Inspect.

Step 4: In the following window, click Remove all for “Document Properties and Personal Information”.

Then save the file and it should be smaller. This could also help you when you need to prevent others from viewing your personal information for confidentiality.

If you find this doesn’t reduce the file size, please move on to the next tip.

Tip 6: Do Not Store a Thumbnail

PowerPoint allows you to save the thumbnail image so that you can preview the file when you search it in File Explorer. It is a useful feature to help you find the PowerPoint file you want quickly when there are many files with similar names, but this could increase the PowerPoint file size.

To disable the feature, you can:

Step 1: Click File > Info.

Step 2: On the right-hand side, click Properties and select Advanced Properties.

Step 3: In the pop-up window, switch to Summary tab. Then uncheck the option Save preview picture.

Step 4: Click OK to save the changes. Then save the PowerPoint file.

In my case, the file size is reduced by 10KB for me after I disable the thumbnail preview feature. It’s a pretty small save and might not help you. But if you have tried all the other tips and you are still unsatisfied with the PowerPoint file size, you can try this method.

Tip 7: Upgrade Your Storage Device

If it is hard for you to reduce PowerPoint file size and your disk is running out of space, which makes you unable to store more data on the disk, you might need to upgrade your disk to a larger SSD or HDD.

Tip: If you don’t have another SSD or HDD, you can consider buying one. Here are some recommended SSDs and you can have a look: Best 1TB SSD Internal Hard Drive for Laptop and Desktop PC.

To replace your old disk with a larger one, you’d better transfer all the data. MiniTool Partition Wizard should be a helpful assistant. Here is how to migrate all the data on the old disk to the larger one with it. Please connect the larger disk to your PC and follow the steps below.

Step 1: Download MiniTool Partition Wizard by clicking the button below. Then install and launch it. To copy the system disk, you need to pay for the Pro Ultimate edition.

Step 2: When you get the main interface, click Migrate OS to SSD/HD Wizard under Wizard section in the left action panel.

Step 3: In the pop-up window, select Option A and click Next.

Tip: If you want to copy the operating system only, you can select Option B.

Step 4: In the following window, select the larger disk you prepared as the destination disk to store the copied data and click Next to continue.

Step 5: After selecting the destination disk, you can modify the Copy Options and Target Disk Layout. For an SSD, you’d better check Align partitions to 1MB. Then click Next.

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Step 6: Read the pop-up note carefully which reminds you how to boot from the larger disk. Then click Finish. When you go back to the main interface, click Apply to execute the pending operations.

After copying the data, you can install the larger SSD or HDD to your PC and boot from it. You should get a lot of free space and you don’t need to reduce PowerPoint file size to save storage space now.

Further Tip: Extend the Drive Where the PowerPoint File Is Stored

If you prefer to store your PowerPoint files in a specific drive, it might be annoying when the drive is running out of space and you can’t save your PowerPoint files. Fortunately, you are able to extend the drive to get more free space if there is free space on other drives of your disk.

You can also use MiniTool Partition Wizard to achieve the goal and it’s totally free.

Tip: If you need to extend the system drive, please create a bootable USB drive via MiniTool Partition Wizard at first, and then boot from the USB drive to extend it.

Step 1: Launch MiniTool Partition Wizard and get its main interface.

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Step 2: Right-click the involved drive and select Extend.

Step 3: Follow the pop-up wizard to finish the operation. Remember to click Apply to make the changes to take effect.

Bottom Line

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Here are some sweet tips if you need to reduce PowerPoint file size. Some of them might not help a lot. If you need more storage space to store your PowerPoint files, you can consider extending the involved drive or upgrading your disk.

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If you have better ideas or suggestions, you can leave a message in the following comment zone. For any problems with MiniTool software, you can ask help via (email protected)

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This blog is an experiment. I haven't entirely decided on specific details, but I wanted to get the blog started anyway so I can start playing the game, taking notes, and writing. The gist is this:

- can't decide whether I want this to be in a diary format or another perspective, so I'm gonna play with both and see which I like best!

- I'm going to be playing pokemon soul silver, silver has always been one of my favorites, so why not write smut about it!* not sure if I wanna play by any special rules, but I'm always open to suggestion and am considering some loose nuzlocke rules to make things interesting. Oh, of note! I'm playing soul silver*, and writing shit about said gameplay, but I'm not writing about Lyra*! She's a child, and that's gross. Maybe I'm a certain kind of gross, writing about pokefucking and being a monsterfucker at all, but I'm not a pedophile, lmao. Please just go away if you're looking for that. I'm writing my own character who is well into her adulthood, a researcher who never did the gym challenge as a youth, too focused on being a bookworm, and decided to partake of the challenge since she decided to start catching Pokemon as well as studying them. I probably won't go too into the story, unless any readers super want that.

*uhhh I'm not playing soul silver, I'm at a point, with certain Pokemon that I don't want to erase, but I'm far enough that I can't exactly remember and I do want this story to be a certain way. lmao... So... I'm gonna be playing something else. I looked through the games I have and I think I have to restart let's go eevee anyways so probably that! If not.... Well, then I'm gonna beat one I'm almost done with and play that one. I'll figure something else out lmao. If it's gonna take a while I might write some smut as a warm up, but we shall seeeeeee

- yes, this will be smut! primarily pokephilia. pokefucking? new to participating in fandom, and new to writing a smut series, especially like this... please be kind in your constructive criticism? but it's absolutely welcome, I'll never get better at writing if I don't learn what I've done wrong! That being said, this still is a just a smutty, highly self indulgent fanfic. This lady is going to fuck some pokemon, maybe gonna even romance some who knows! She might even fuck some of her fellow trainers, but I imagine that will be rare. NO-NON CON! I'm going to do my best to do some general content tags at the start so you know what to expect, especially because sometimes I do like to be other kinds of gross. Don't be afraid to ask for me to tag things, sometimes I forget or it just doesn't occur to me. Don't be afraid to send me requests too, if you wanna see me write a certain kink. ;) At some point I'm going to get a list of stuff I will and won't write.

- please be kind about my timing. I'm a thirsty pervert, but I'm also fighting those mental health demons and sometimes writing is hard. I will do my best!

Uhh I think that's it's for now. I'll add more as I think of it, reformat this, what have you. If you're still sticking around to the end of this, thank you! Hope you enjoy whatever I manage to write. Feel free to make suggestions for which game I should tackle next, if I manage to beat SS!

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Meet the Character: Milia Nyrandil

Okay I’m finally posting anything about my characters-who-have-enough-backstory-to-be-considered-an-OC. They’re all going to be ESO characters so far (all 2-3 of them right now). I decided to just post the questions I’ve been using to get a sense of them.

So without further ado, this is Milia!

Apparently tumblr wants to renumber things, and I’m not going to go reformat the whole Word doc, so they’re all going to have to be question 1. It also didn’t save my nesting. RIP.

Name?

Milia Nyrandil

Nickname?

Mils

Class?

Dragonknight

Focus/role (e.g., magicka, stamina, tank, healer)?

Magicka

Race?

Dunmer

Age?

70-ish

Alliance?

Ebonheart Pact

How do they feel about/relate to their alliance?

Probably no strong opinion, basically that an alliance is better than being conquered.

Do they fight for their alliance in Cyrodiil? Why or why not?

No, I think she just has better things to do.

Are they more confident or nervous?

Confident

Are they more outgoing or reserved?

Outgoing

What are they like in their interactions with others (polite, rude, friendly, impatient, wary, distracted, etc.)?

Friendly, energetic but not bubbly, just like “Yeah I’ll totally go into this ruin and find your stuff!”

Where did they grow up?

Balmora, Vvardenfell, Morrowind

Is that the homeland of their race? How does that affect them?

Yes, and she feels connected to her culture.

How and why did they learn their primary skill set?

Growing up basically next door to a volcano, fire magic just seemed natural. And she has a tendency to charge into potentially dangerous situations or get right up on the enemy in a fight, and so it was important for her to learn defensive spells along with destruction.

Do they have any family? What is their relationship like?

I need to think more about this. I think she has both her parents and a younger brother. Everyone gets along fine; she left because she grew up and likes to explore.

Do they have a (primary) home?

I think the Ald Velothi house is where she primarily lives.

Do they share it with others? Are their roommates also adventurers?

She and Talvini are the only ones who primarily live there, but the rest of my toons also crash there on occasion, and she’s cool with that. It keeps things interesting.

Do they like having somewhere to return to, or do they prefer to always be on the move?

Both. A home provides a safety net, even if she doesn’t stay there for very long or very often.

Do they know any of your other characters? How do they relate to them?

She’s dating Talvini and they’re super tight. Otherwise, I think they’re all friends to some extent. They may not frequently be in the same place, and sometimes they have to communicate through Tythis, but she’s happy to trade pants with anyone.

Are they an active member of any guilds? How do they relate to their guilds and their guildmates?

I think she’s slightly involved with both the Mages Guild and Undaunted, but she’s not quite enough of a nerd to fit in with the Mages Guildies, and not quite loud enough to fit in with the Undaunted.

Do they frequent the guild hall?

Nah.

How do they feel about combat?

She’s definitely more fight than flight, and quick to reach for her staff in the face of danger. And on one hand, she gets a bit of an adrenaline rush from fighting, but also she kind of wishes people wouldn’t be so quick to aggro, because then they end up dead.

How do they feel about stealing?

She’s not really the sneaky type, and so tends to avoid it, but morally, ambivalent.

How do they feel about murder (i.e., outside of combat)?

Not a fan. It’s dishonorable and a waste of a person.

How do they feel about necromancy?

Gross, super disrespectful, defiles the ancestors.

Is it important to them to be powerful?

Enough to be independent, yes. But she doesn’t seek power for the sake of power.

(If they’ve played any of the main questline) How are they coping with having been killed?

It definitely messes with her. She values being able to defend herself, and it’s how she justifies travelling all over Tamriel on her own. To be dragged off and murdered without so much as the chance to put up a fight has shaken her deeply. But it is important to her to appear confident and strong, so she doesn’t talk about it. Instead, she acts more outgoing to almost “taunt” people into revealing themselves as friend or foe. But she is absolutely terrified that for all her training, she’ll be killed again by some unseen enemy, and this time for good.

Are they religious? What pantheon/practice, if any, do they follow?

Yes, the Tribunal

How do they relate to their religion and/or their gods?

She’s definitely loyal, but not in a way that necessarily looks super solemn-and-devout to an outside observer. And I’m sure she’ll swear by Vivec’s holy nose hairs on occasion. But also I think she either is or has considered becoming a Buoyant Armiger.

Is this the dominant religion where they grew up? If not, how did they come to it?

Yes.

If they worship multiple gods, do they have a patron or “main” god?

Vivec is her patron. She likes the warrior-poet duality and tries to emulate that in herself. (She’s not much of a poet, but she still has a side that appreciates aesthetics.)

How do they feel about the various deities/pantheons/practices in Tamriel other than their own?

She doesn’t pay much attention to them, but generally accepts the Dunmer/Tribunal view that the Daedra are outdated but also “better” than the Aedra, but that really neither the Daedra nor the Aedra are worthy of worship.

(If they’ve played any of the main questline) How do they feel about having to travel to and from Coldharbour?

She definitely has some misgivings about traveling to and from the plane controlled by one of the four corners of the House of Troubles, and especially worries that she’s Tower-of-Babel-ing a bit, considering that going to Coldharbour to end Daedric threats is kind of Sotha Sil’s domain. But she tells herself that if any of the Three had a problem with it, they would have just told her up front.

What kind of mount do they prefer?

Sometimes a guar, sometimes a horse with Dwemer armor.

What kind of pet do they prefer?

The prong-eared grimalkin.

Dunmer-specific questions

How do they feel about the Great Houses (as a system, not necessarily each one individually)?

She grew up with it and is generally cool with it. But she has a complicated relationship with the Morag Tong. She recognizes their importance in keeping the Houses from civil war. But as her own reputation grows, so does her fear that she will end up with a writ out on her. Given her probably-PTSD from the whole being murdered thing, she is absolutely terrified of that possibility.

Do they belong to a Great House? If so, which one?

Yes, House Redoran.

Were they born into it, or did they choose to join?

She was born into it.

What is their rank in the House? (Or, more generally, are they a high-ranking member or more common-level?)

Common, probably Hireling.

How do they feel about the other Houses?

Hlaalu and Telvanni have too much subterfuge and competition for her tastes. She also regards Telvanni and Dres with disdain because of their attachment to slavery. And Indoril feels like Redoran but More So, and she likes her current level of Redoran.

How do they feel about Ashlanders?

She’s largely cool with them and wishes the Houses would leave them alone, but she’s also a bit wary because of some significant ideological differences, and probably because of Tribunal propaganda.

If they grew up in Morrowind, how do they feel about outlanders?

Given how she loves exploring the world/continent and seeing everything that exists, I think diversity is genuinely exciting to her, so she very much welcomes outlanders.

If they have interacted with any of the Tribunal, how do they feel about it?

Yes, and she’s both nervous and awestruck every single time.

How do they regard them when interacting directly (e.g., with awe, respect, disdain)?

Definitely with great respect, although she also tries not to go over the top and embarrass herself.

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Do it yourself design projects are proliferating in the web nowadays. There are a variety of web sites that practically educates you what to do without hiring an internet designer. A do it on your own website design uses perfectly for young professionals who are just beginning to find out stuff in organisation or trying to reformat the existing business that they are running. DIY website design supplies you total control over the project and over the website that is why its just getting appeal. It takes the job out of taking care of consultants, designer, contractor landscaper and also the sort. In DIY design, your concepts make sure to be heard and taken mindful focus to. You reach express your style as well as personality. because at the end of the day, it still will be your web site, selling your items. This has actually solved constant troubles with internet designers who are truly enthusiastic in their work who at some point can obtain extremely sensitive to a tiny improvement or observation of his job. Do it on your own web designing surely saves you loan and time and energy.

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Web 2.0 applications are the latest pattern in web site design. Numerous Internet firms as well as users are turning to web 2.0 for its included features. It has additionally boosted performance. It has produced a new wave in exactly how websites are to be built, designed as well as used hands-on. It makes the users appreciate blog writing, download, RSS feeds etc. These advancements provide included exhilaration to online experience. It is stated that Internet 2.0 companies sites get higher position in internet search engine, like Google, yahoo as well as countless others. Internet 2.0 advantages are many. You can post photos, albums, help overviews and maps for planning your travel abroad.

 It has actually drastically changed the top quality of social interaction worldwide. Blog sites multiply. advertising and marketing online costs a lot less. As well as it has developed networking success stories. Web 2.0 provides you full control over your business while adding smaller however really valuable attributes to it.

 Web site design is certainly not giving the visitors with another ordinary item of text. Go as per the old saying "beauty remains in the eye of the observer". Here the observer is the visitor of the web site that you are going to layout. So as an experienced web site developer you must have understood all the abilities required to develop stylish as well as eye-catching graphics, shades and also shapes positioned in perfect equilibrium to stand out of the site visitor together with drawing his emphasis to one of the most essential areas of your web site. Your task as a site designer is to use shades, message as well as graphics and equate into a visually appealing design, logo, banner, and switch system.

 As a specialist web site designer, you need to chalk out a well-devised technique for creating the internet site. Initially, you need to comprehend the certain organisation requirements of your client and also set out the standard framework of the site. In order to reduce the expense of the established, the internet site developer should be outfitted with predefined internet templates. Having this attribute in your depot, you do not require to go hog-wild with the styles because you are not developing a website by playing.

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