#god. i love frontlines. but what's new!!!!!!

[verysmallcyborg]

heeheehehe that's the most kills i've gotten on mch now..... that was a very fun and chaotic close match too (we won tho YIPPEEE)

[noxtivagus]

DEATH UNTO DAWN ON SPOTIFY 🥹🫶🏼

[nonas-third-tantrum]

tlt twitter au "the blocked tomb" masterpost

all my tlt tweets in one place! pretty much all of them have spoilers for nona but major spoilers are marked with a *.

1: god's toughest battles / would you love me if i was a worm 2: sex pal pt 1 3: frontline titties 4: coronabeth's side hustle / nona's wish 5: sex pal pt 2 6: standup comedy pt 1 "which came first" 7: jod's reality check / ninth house's hottest person 8: standup comedy pt 2 "best sex ed" 9: sex pal pt 3 10: "i like my women how i like my..." / corona's bad day 11: reanimation / "trauma lives in the body" * 12: pyrrha's name / "a beautiful name for a baby girl" 13: writer's block 14: 'what is a milf' 15: hot girl summer 16: father's day (daddy issues) 17: jod's rebrand 18: save a library 19: go loud 20: vibe check 21: merry navmas 22: coronabeth's new year hot tips 23: royal conspiracy

i'll update this list as i make more :)

bonus content: twitter icons did the lyctors explore each other's bodies? follower counts unexpected rapid disassembly

[razorblade180]

While I love Amber dearly as she is, I got curious - if you could upgrade or entirely change her kit to put her on a five-star level (or alternatively, as strong as she could be in the lore of how you view your Genshin playthrough, with all her training and seniority), how would you do it?

I feel like somewhere on this blog I’ve talked about a supportive Amber before but the second half of your question is thought provoking in a new way.

What sucks is in a lot of way, Lyney really took main mechanics of Amber.💀

For the sake of keeping her identity, the bow stays. I’m thinking unique enhanced charge shots that are the size of one of Tighnari’s burst arrows. What makes them special is not only would the size make it easier to hit enemies close together, but the arrow is piercing. We’ll call them Scouting Arrows

Rework her skill to be a better Baron Bunny that has a stronger taunt and doesn’t get flung away to create more opportunities to hit multiple enemies. By either using the skill or hitting more than one enemy with a single arrow, the time to charge the next arrow essentially doesn’t exist at all; that way it creates a sharpshooter style of combat I think an Outrider would be an expert at.

Her burst would be a reference to the WEBTOON and let’s call it Flaming Vanguard; she’d create a pyro shield and lose her enhanced charges, but gain an infusion on her normal attack arrows for a short time that are weaker than charge shots obviously but stronger than normal arrows. Her skill would also temporarily changes to a scatter shot of flaming rocks in front of her. (I’m never getting over that)

When the burst state ends, if the shield wasn’t already destroyed, it will vanish and Amber gains a single free enhanced shot with a multiplier that’s higher than her other enhanced shots called Outrider’s Arrow; her cooldown on her next Barron Bunny is also reduced. Cause, y’know…

She can keep her gliding passive. As for her second passive, considering Ganyu exists, I think it would reasonable for Amber to gain a crit dmg bonus whenever facing multiple enemies, but gain a crit rate buff instead when there’s only one. That somewhat helps compensate for the fact in boss fights she wouldn’t have the opportunity to sharpshoot as often since there’s only one enemy to hit.

So in essence, a mid to long range DPS with a core play style that shows her proficiency in archery as well as her job as Outrider; with an elemental burst that shows her personality by Amber being able to temporarily rush into the frontline when other party members need help.

I’m feeling silly right now so I suppose I’ll think of constellations.

C1 Team Player- When Flaming Vanguard state ends, the rest of the party gains an atk buff based on total atk

C2 Double Trouble- Two charges of Barron Bunny and Scatter Shot! (I know she has that in game, and honestly it’s too good to not have that in this hypothetical)

C3 Outrider, the One and Only- Normal attack talent increase

C4 Survival Expert- Scatter Shot and normal attacks performed in Flaming Vanguard independently grant a certain amount of pyro damage bonus up to a certain amount. The bonus ends after firing an Outrider Arrow.

C5 Favonious Hardwork- Talent level on burst increases. (This would effect shield absorption and Outrider Arrow conversion multiplier since it’s already getting the benefit of increased dmg from leveling charge attacks)

C6 A Granddaughter’s Oath- Shooting a Barron Bunny will now automatically detonates it. Deploying a Barron Bunny instantly gains one Outrider Arrow. Upon detonation, gain another Outrider Arrow.

Unintentionally this kit has not only made Mondstadt’s god of wind one of her best teammates in mob situations, but her and Collei would do well in a burning team alongside characters like, Sucrose, Emilie, and even reverse melt Kaeya. Not my intention in the slightest but hey, that works out pretty well in a satisfying way.

By the way can you tell that after nearly four years Amber is still easily one of my favorite characters?

[nkn0va]

Helltaker request: Modeus, Azazel, Justice, and Pandemonica constantly stealing their S/O's hoddies even though it's a little big on them.

You know now that I think about it I do envision them as being on the shorter side

Man, I'm really skirting the line between NSFW and SFW when I write for Modeus, huh?

Modeus

-You already know, Modeus does it out of horny.

-The first time she does so, it's when you're out of the house doing something, she usually sneaks into your room. This time though her eyes seemed to drift over to your closet, and she got an idea.

-She opened the door, scanning for what she wanted in particular before she found a hoodie of yours, and immediately pulled if off the hanger before she could even think.

-Putting it on, she starts to get turned on just by the smell and feel of it, reminding her of you. Just in less wholesome ways than what is traditionally expected.

-She doesn't really give a shit or think about being subtle about it, you eventually find out what she's been doing by the...distinctive smell on your hoodies you soon pick up on.

-Whether you decide to enable or attempt to stop this behavior is up to you, but regardless, she will be coming up with new ways to get her hands on your hoodies. What the power of horny does to a person...

Azazel

-The complete fucking opposite of Modeus lmao.

-Spending her entire life up until she met you in Heaven, she's not used to the uncontrolled conditions of Earth, the realm of God having perfect, warm weather all the time. She gets cold extremely easily.

-It was currently the middle of December so winter was in full swing. Her normal coats weren't cutting it anymore now that the snow had decided to do a bit of trolling and break the heating system in the house.

-She really, really didn't want to take anything from you without permission, but at this rate she didn't have a choice if she didn't want to get sick, so she very reluctantly took a hoodie from your closet.

-You were larger than her by a fair bit, leading to the hoodie being one or two sizes too big. This does work out in warming her up though, to the point she loses track of time.

-You come home only to find the angel snuggled up in your hoodie, causing her to freeze up before apologizing very profusely, turning red as a cherry all the while. Please reassure her it's no problem and she can do it if she wants, she will love you even more for it once she can get over it.

Justice

-Out of everyone here, Justice is by far the most relax and upfront about things in general, this is no exception.

-She can't exactly see, but going through the clean laundry, she picked out a hoodie she'd never felt before, and figured it was yours. So she decided the only natural course of action was to put it on and ask how it looked.

-Does not give a fuck, will casually walk up to you and ask if it looks good on her. Spoiler: it does. She is not the awesome demon for nothing.

-You can definitely trust her more than most with your stuff, which Justice uses to wear your hoodies whenever she wants. It may be sweaty if she wears it after a workout or something but she's at least courteous enough to wash it after she's done without you needing to ask.

-You can't bring yourself to be mad at her, not when she's one of the only mentally sane demons out there.

-She does in fact rock your clothes, probably better than you do.

Pandemonica

-Due to living in Hell her whole life until coming up to Earth with you, she's used to the infernal, burning environment, a bit too much. When winter or cold weather in general strikes, she falls apart, she was never one for the frontlines like Justice or Judgement.

Whenever she has to work one of these days, she'll announce that she's borrowing a hoodie from your closet before she retreats to her room to continue working.

-It's easy to sympathize with the tired demon, knowing that denizens of Hell were not accustomed to cold temperatures. It was only right of you to help her be as comfortable as possible while she's in your home.

-Speaking of such, bring her some coffee and put an air humidifier in her room while she's working, she will appreciate that more than she can put into words. Keeps her from getting sick while you're at it, which she cannot afford from how hard being a receptionist of Hell pushes her.

-(And it also helps lower your chances of getting your fingers broken when she's no longer tired which is definitely a plus.)

[owlseeyoulaterpal]

Like Real People Do, Chapter 1

Gale Dekarios x Named! Tav

Synopsis: Seraphina has spent the last 2 years trying to wield her wild magic as life keeps trying to knock her down. After being infected on the nautiloid, she's been presented with her biggest problem and greatest adventure so far. Through the trials of trying to save herself and the city she calls home, she makes new friends, falls in love, and begins to finally understand what it means to trust in luck and her lady Tymora. Already posted this to ao3 and I'm re-learning Tumblr after years away, so it's time to put this here! Notes: It's my first time publishing my writing on the internet in almost a decade, but the BG3 brainrot is real and has demanded it.

Learn more about my Tav, Seraphina.

Includes dialogue directly from BG3. ______________________________________________________________ Chapter 1: Friendly Competition

The gentle hum of the river. The quiet crackling of the nearby fire. The subtle rustling of the leaves as the wind gently blew.

Seraphina leaned into the ambiance around her in camp as she kneeled in the sand on the riverbank and did her nightly prayer to Tymora, her Lady Luck pendant clutched tightly between her hands. Her faith in Tymora had, admittedly, started to waver in the last few years, but the latest state-of-affairs that Seraphina had been thrust into truly made her feel as if the entire foundation that she had been raised on was crumbling.

Just three tendays ago, Seraphina had set out from her parents’ home in Baldur’s Gate for yet another contract with plenty of blessings and well wishes from her family — in fact, an overabundance of them since the last time she left home, she ended up in Avernus. A tenday ago, she had stopped in the city of Yartar for supplies when the nautiloid appeared above the city and began abducting people off of the streets. Now, every plan she had for her life had seemingly evaporated with the death sentence of a mind flayer tadpole in her skull. Her magic and her goddess couldn’t save her, or perhaps Tymora refused to intervene.

The tiefling wanted more than anything to turn tail and run back to the warmth of her family while she still had time left. But that wasn’t what a Hellwhisper was supposed to do. None of her siblings had ever abandoned one of their adventures, no matter how perilous it became.

But none of them had ever encountered a mind flayer or been infected with a tadpole, Seraphina thought bitterly.

Seraphina wasn’t quite sure what to make of the situation she had found herself in, much less of the people who had, for better or worse, become her traveling companions: the gith, the fellow tiefling who had fought on the frontlines of the Blood War, the mysterious cleric, the righteous warlock, the flirtatious pale elf that had recently revealed he was actually a vampire, and the gods damned egoistical wizard of all people.

Seraphina had encountered her fair share of wizards on her adventures and wasn’t a huge fan of them. They all thought they were better than Seraphina, a natural-born sorcerer. Gale honestly didn’t seem too different as he carefully and pointedly distinguished himself from Seraphina when it came to conversations about magic around camp. She had to fully bite her tongue to keep from snapping at him when he made a remark about her wild magic after fighting the goblins at the gate of the Emerald Grove, when mid-battle a wild magic surge enlarged everyone around Seraphina.

They have no idea who I used to be, Seraphina thought as she closed her eyes for longer, clasped her hands tighter, and prayed harder. My Lady Tymora, this trial has to be over now, surely? Have I not shown my perseverance and dedication in the face of the most bizarre odds and chances? Is this wild magic truly the best way to serve you, even now with a tadpole in my head?

Selfishly, a new reason she wanted her old magic back was to prove herself to Gale. Unfortunately, he had taken up a lot of her headspace since their first meeting.

“Hello! I’m Gale of Waterdeep,” The newly appeared man shook Seraphina’s hand as she looked, befuddled, from him to the portal in the rock that she had just pulled him from.

“Apologies, I’m usually better at this,” Gale scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.

“At introductions?” Seraphina joked, brushing dirt from her robes that had appeared after she and Gale fell to the ground.

“At magic,” He smiled. She felt her heart skip a beat.  

“Well, I’m Seraphina…of Baldur’s Gate. Pleasure to meet you, Gale of Waterdeep,” She awkwardly replied. If she was telling the truth, she felt every usually charismatic bone in her body turn to mush as she took in the tall, handsome man standing in front of her. And she could feel the very essence of magic flowing around him? What a catch.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” came a voice from behind Seraphina. She whipped her head around and saw Gale approaching with two quarterstaffs in hand.

“I was just finishing up,” she smiled.

“Praying for Tymora to send an overdue stroke of good luck our way, I hope,” Gale grinned.

“Fortune favors the bold, Gale. Lady Luck will help us find this Halsin and return him to his Grove, curing our tadpoles along the way. She’s never failed me before,” Seraphina replied as she rose to her feet and walked over to him, putting her Tymoran necklace back around her neck.

“Have you followed Tymora your whole life?” Gale asked.

“Yes. As my sisters and brothers did before me, as did my parents, grandparents, and their parents before them. We were all raised in the same temple to service Our Smiling Lady,” Seraphina said excitedly. “But I imagine you’re not here to listen to me babble on about my goddess. Is there something I can help you with?”

“I could listen to you talk for hours, Seraphina, but yes, there was something,” Gale replied, blissfully unaware that he was making Seraphina blush furiously with such a simple statement. “With your natural gift of magic and less of a talent for a blade, I was hoping that you might be in the mood to help me with a small task,” Gale grinned.

“And what would that be?”

“Would you be amenable to a little friendly sparring to cap off our night?”

Seraphina laughed. “I would be, but I’ll have you know my weapon of preference is a glaive.” She thought sadly of her favorite glaive that had slipped from her holster as she sprinted to try and escape the tentacles of the nautiloid. It had been a gift from someone she would rather forget, so maybe it wasn’t too much of a loss.

Gale turned and led Seraphina closer to an empty patch of land near the campfire.

“I will have to keep my eyes peeled for a glaive then, my dear sorcerer,” Gale continued. Seraphina felt her face grow hot and she tried to ignore it as he handed her one of the quarterstaffs.

Seraphina braced herself firmly on her feet, the quarterstaff diagonal to her body, and carefully lowered herself into a defensive stance. “Give me all you’ve got,” she curved her hands, beckoning him.

Gale started with a swing directly at Seraphina’s legs, which Seraphina smoothly dodged, dragging her feet along the dirt in a simple arch. She immediately retraced that arch and, with a thwack, hit Gale on the back before spinning and resuming her defensive stance a few feet behind him.

“I said ‘give me all you’ve got,’ wizard,” Seraphina teased. Gale winced as he stood and turned to face her. “I take it you don’t have too much combat experience?”

Gale chuckled. “Wizards have towers for a reason,” he replied, carefully dodging a direct answer as well as a swing from Seraphina. “I assume this isn’t your first perilous adventure?”

“Far from it. I’ve used magic and a blade or two to fight pirates,”

Gale swung and Seraphina blocked with her quarterstaff, immediately pushing back and swinging at his ankles. He jumped over it.

“Hags,” Seraphina curved her body in a crescent shape to avoid his next attack.

Seraphina swung upwards, knocking Gale’s staff out of his hands, and placing the butt of the staff against his chest. “And I was fighting for my life in Avernus not too long before the nautiloid,” Seraphina finished.

She was crouching down and looking up at him. They were both breathing heavily, having already been exhausted from today’s events of defeating the Harpies at the Grove. Gale looked down at her and Seraphina’s breath caught in her throat as she took in his features, illuminated by the campfire. The gray hairs that blended in almost seamlessly with his long, thick brown hair. The orange of the fire made his brown eyes look like they were blazing.

With Gale’s slightly lifted eyebrows and intense gaze, she could detect a swirl of emotions in his eyes. Admiration. A little fear?

“You like to live dangerously,” Gale said breathlessly.

“High risk, high reward,” Seraphina laughed.

She felt a singular bead of sweat drip down her neck and chest, disappearing behind the laces of her nightshirt, and she watched as Gale’s eyes followed it. Seraphina suddenly felt like her entire body was itching as she shifted. Gale’s eyes snapped up to meet hers and he instantly flushed , taking a step back and ending the moment that truthfully only lasted mere seconds. She turned, picked up his staff, and thrust it into his hands.

“Again. I want you to knock me down or disarm me before we finish,” She smirked.

It took 30 minutes and several tries, but as Seraphina’s eyelids grew heavier, finally, Gale did it. With a firm sweep to the back of her calves, she tumbled to the dirt and, as she fell, Gale knocked the staff from her hands. He mimicked her earlier movements, pressing the end of his staff against her chest.

“Mragreshem,” She playfully cursed at him as he chuckled.

“Mission accomplished,” Gale proudly smirked. Seraphina nodded, panting. He reached out a hand to help her up. She took it and as he helped her up, she swayed backward.

Gale’s hand pressed against her lower back to steady her, and she leaned forward, Seraphina’s hands landing on his chest. With how close he was, she inhaled his intoxicating scent of parchment, books, and sandalwood. Her eyes caught his and he smiled at her when, suddenly, the markings on his chest, neck, and face began to glow a dull purple.

Just as quickly as he caught her, he stepped away, still smiling, but he looked like he was in pain, his eyes squinting as if he was holding back a wince. The glowing ceased. Seraphina’s eyes widened as she realized there was something magical in Gale’s chest.

“Gale, are you alright?” Seraphina stepped forward, a hand outstretched and Gale subtly leaned away.  

“Perfectly fine. I believe I have kept both of us from sleep quite long enough. Thank you for helping me get a little bit sharper in my staff handling,” He smiled.

“You’re welcome. Good night, Gale,” She returned his smile. Gale nodded curtly and Seraphina could’ve sworn he nearly ran into his tent. She was no stranger to rendering people speechless, but Gale seemed positively terrified of her.

She stood there for a moment, processing before she turned to head to her own tent.

What if he’s not usually attracted to tieflings? Does he act nice with me and the other tieflings at the Emerald Grove just to turn around and call us foulbloods behind our back? Seraphina thought.

As she was about to enter her tent, she noticed Astarion out of the corner of her eye. He waved her over and Seraphina crossed the camp to stand before him.

“I thought the wizard might keep you occupied all night. You know, I’ve been thinking about you.” Astarion grinned. “And that delicious moment we shared the other night.” Seraphina felt her stomach flip. She had butterflies around Astarion, and she couldn’t quite tell if it was exclusively because of his flirtatious way of speaking, or the fact that he reminded her of someone she shouldn’t still allow to be occupying her thoughts.

“The moment you bit me?” She asked.

Astarion nodded. “The very same. I’ve had this condition for two centuries, but truth be told?” He broke their eye contact and fiddled with his fingers. He took a deep breath. “You were my first.”

“What an esteemed honor. I hope my blood was satisfying,” She smiled.

“You were delectable. And now I just can’t help but wonder how the others taste.”

Seraphina dramatically gasped and clutched at her heart. “You’re looking at other necks? I’m hurt,” She pouted.

Astarion, for how prickly he was at first, was truly quite silly beneath it all. It only endeared Seraphina more.

“Don’t worry, there’s enough of me to go around. I’m a man of tremendous appetites,” Astarion smoothly replied. The way that he looked at her from under his lashes made her feel like lightning was coursing just underneath her skin. As she held his gaze, Astarion’s eyes began to shift from their beautiful crimson to the bright blue ones that haunted her dreams. She blinked a few times to push the image away.

“In the spirit of theoretical questions - if you had to take a bite from one of our companions, who would it be?” Astarion mused.

 “Ah, I love pondering hypotheticals with you in the dead of night,” Seraphina laughed, recalling when he asked how she would like to be killed. “Gale, no question.”

“A refined palate, but such an underwhelming answer coming from you, darling,”

“And what makes you say that?”

“I took you for someone who likes to take risks, live dangerously.”

“Would Lae’zel have been a more acceptable answer? Or you?”

Astarion smirked at her. “Darling, don’t expose all your lustful desires at once. Let’s try to leave room for a little suspense,” he winked.

Seraphina grinned wickedly. She hadn’t had fun like this in so long.

“Silly me. The buildup is the best part,” she whispered flirtatiously.

“If you think the buildup is the best, wait until you experience the conclusion I have in mind,” Astarion quipped. “But it’s late. I’d better go find something I can sink my teeth into. Sweet dreams,” Astarion brushed the back of his hand down Seraphina’s arm as he turned and headed into the woods.

“Good hunting!” She called out after him.

Sleep came easy. She knew that she couldn’t allow herself to develop feelings for anyone or get attached, not with the tadpole threatening all of their lives.

But wasn’t that all the more reason to have a little fun?

[cyborg-squid]

god the thing that's fucking me up the most about Nona the Ninth is. class traitor Griddle Kiriona. like i guess it makes sense, from the beginning, while she was never into the Ninth House, she was very into the Cohort and the Empire, the idea of military service being her only distraction from the living hell that was Drearburh. and then her sacrifice at the end of GtN, she's been fed military propaganda all her life, of course she figures the only thing to do at the end of the line is a heroic self-sacrifice. Not what John planned all along for Lyctorhood but it certainly helps to, he'd wanted the Canaan House trials to have a bit more in the way of 'informed consent' (he did used to be a scientist, after all) but imagine if you've got a half dozen cavaliers, having been fed a steady diet of military propaganda, saying "Anything for you, my midnight hagette!" and feeding themselves to their necros, and boom you've got 8 or so new Lyctors!

jumping back to Gideon, she's hurt when Harrow refuses to fully eat her, that Harrow lobotomizes herself to avoid doing so, not understanding that Harrow is refusing to buy into that idea of sacrifice and consumption as love, that (as illustrated by Pal and Cam) devotion alone is enough. it can't just be one, it can't just be the other, it has to be synthesis, something that nary a necromancer before had attained (with John intervening when they were about to).

and then God tells Gideon that, yeah she was right all along, she was someone special even back on Drearburh, she's the most special anyone could ever be, she's God's favorite princess. his literal child. and then she's thrown into an endless frontline battle, whatever's going on Antioch.

i forget where i was going with this but. ouuugh. Gideon why. okay i do get why. but please don't.

[twopoppies]

(Initial barry cheating pr anon) People are missing the point, it’s not whether it’s a fake or real relationship, if cheating story really is a pr strategy or an occasional blown out gossip (pretty sure gossips are tipped off by pr teams anyways), they could be whatever and it still wouldn’t be our business to harass, bully and stalk them and their families

The case here being the stan culture as a whole separate industry, that is a bonus money grab for businesses, is detrimental to the celebrity in question (privacy invasion, devaluation, harassment, bullying etc) and the fact that it turned into an ugly voyeuristic circus. DM along with pop crave/base are the frontliners of gossip and celebrity surveillance playing their role these days. People turned into sugar dependent babies with the way they hook them up on the “unbelievably romantic fairytale stories” and then crashing them with “bitter sour sad endings”.

God hope my ramblings make sense it’s too late but I’m too eager

No, I get what you’re saying. You’re very right. People like the drama. And it’s dangerous.

And sites like DeuxMoi only add to it.

In reference to this

https://www.tumblr.com/twopoppies/769315700869398528/gina-hello-idk-if-youre-following-but-theres

Why is Tumblr such a dick? Sometimes I can hyperlink. Sometimes I can’t.

[holywaterinmybong]

Blessed are the righteous

—

A sunlight hurting glance

Your shadow’s who I really be

Not susceptible to pills

Say “manage it with therapy”

Soulmate lifetime comradeship

With you just temporarily

Face to fist, I’m off my shit

Allegedly, apparently

Face to fist

And blade to wrist

But everyone keeps talking

‘Bout who I texted, who I kissed

or who I’m currently fucking

Since what you took or what you did

Forever what you’re meant for

I’m everyone I’ve ever hit

Or hated to my core

Now the city grows smaller

You won’t find me here

Anymore, not in cinema stalls

Or in words of a prayer

On thé lips of whoever

Claimed that they still miss me

Not always about me

At least the police

Will not know any name

That at once I went by

Just a new case this month

And a dead junkie guy

I will make this about me once more

Actually

‘Cause you all said I’m crazy

And then claimed to be free

Claimed to reach your potential

Or a new way of coping

This place got so cold

And now my neck I’m roping

“Won’t see you again”

“Don’t call me”

Here’s to hoping!

A try and a fail

On a balcony rail

On the end of a switchblade

Or a 44 mag

In a bathtub too shallow

Or red plastic bag

The righteous I bless

It’s a hard path to walk by

Bite down on my fist

For I tried, I’d still try

But I’d kill for each person

That I claimed to love

From the kindness of strangers

To a god sent white dove

Who is here nonetheless

Though I’m her biggest stress

If I hurt anyone

I do not second guess

A decision that spares

Or redeems me at least

Now the sun’s going down

And I’m facing the east

Got a fucking long list

Of the people i owe

From first grade scraped up knees

To club stalls lined with blow

Not a lifestyle I want to

Be remembered by

I lied, man, don’t know

If I still can get high

Like I lied about classes

And lied that I’m bi

I lie about loving

And loving to lie

Got too many people

With shit to address to

Don’t want to frighten

Or hurt or depress you

But In the trenches we’ll meet

If you once more fall lower

On a radio call

“Six feet under, man. Over”

Come find me

Weren’t you

At some point my best friend?

know you didn’t replace me

Message I didn’t send

Hope you do it real soon

Like the rest of the gang

And one day you’ll all meet

And alone I will hang

Out of options, ideas

I’ve already got

All I could ever need

Leave it out for the rot

Half of me on the frontlines

Half at our old smoke spot

[bestworstcase]

We’re all having fun here, so following the throughline of the possibility that Summer trained Cinder, and Summer instilled her ideals of what it means to truly be a huntress in Cinder: Do we think there was any turmoil, delicious conflict, between Summer, Cinder, and Salem after Atlas fell and Summer’s daughters died? (reports of their deaths were greatly exaggerated) Does Summer double down after that loss? Does doubt creep in, as it must have before with Oz? If Summer left to right a grievous wrong, and to make the world safer for her daughters, FREE their world, and lost Yang & Ruby before she could return to them. How do you see the fallout of her daughter’s “alleged” deaths impacting Summer’s resolve? How much has Cinder divulged? The same lie she told Salem? Does she tweak it for her audience? If Summer replicates Rhodes in her mind, how does Cinder parry Summer’s anguish and fury? I love the image of Summer defending Cinder from attack and all the implications to their relationship. Oooo I want it to be messy and fraught! Let it hurt! Reveal the core of tragedy, love and grief.

i think abt this a normal amount :)

(<- has written fic. one day i’ll polish it up and post it but only god knows when)

my first presupposition is that it will be salem who tells summer what happened. how she does so will depend upon what additional details she is able to coax cinder into sharing with her whilst en route to beacon and what she may be able to extrapolate from that information: if salem knows of the ever after (as her allusion to the blacksmith in WOR: aura implies), and she can get cinder to tell her how team rwby “died,” i think she might feel relatively confident that summer’s daughters are neither dead nor in an especially dangerous predicament.

in that case, the news salem shares with summer is that her daughters fell through the staff during the battle for atlas and are in all likelihood alive in another realm, one to which the staff can create an entrance. this is not altogether bad news; at worst summer has a different set of worries than before (her daughters are on the frontlines -> her daughters are in an otherworld and might face unknown dangers). the tension in this scenario arises from the implicit promise that salem intends to rescue summer’s daughters from this other place once the war has been ended, which will no doubt infuriate cinder.

otherwise, if either salem doesn’t know about the ever after or cinder refuses to elaborate, salem does have to tell summer that her daughters are dead. that is a kind of grief salem understands intimately—she is still, still mourning her own daughters and hating herself for causing their deaths—and if she cares for summer even the tiniest bit i think it will be very difficult for her to say. but the reason i think it will nevertheless be salem who breaks the news is that she cannot lose cinder too; one reason this situation is so juicy is that it’s… this again:

except this time it is salem finding herself in hazel’s shoes as the bearer of bad news with consequences she expects to fall upon someone she wants desperately to protect from harm. “i take full responsibility”/“but that wouldn’t be fair, now, would it? we all know who’s truly to blame.”

for cinder fall, spring can wait. if there is anyone in the world salem would lie for, anyone in the world for whom she would take the blame for something she did not do, it’s cinder. and if there is anyone in the world who knows salem well enough to perceive that she’s lying and understand why, it’s summer.

i do think that salem cares for summer as much as she does cinder and that summer likewise cares for both salem and cinder; the narrative purpose of isolating These Three together at beacon under these circumstances at this juncture is unclear if they don’t. there is also a great deal of trust between salem and summer rose: salem has no doubt of summer’s loyalties after more than a year without progress in vale, summer had to trust that salem would keep her word to spare yang and ruby. (which salem did.)

so:

telling summer that her daughters are dead is going to be very distressing for salem; she knows exactly how painful it will be for summer to hear. but she has to protect cinder. because she can’t be sure how summer will react, the safest course is to take the blame herself. if that means summer hates her, betrays her, leaves her, so be it.

summer has known salem for fourteen years, and she’s quite likely known cinder longer than she knew her own daughters. she has also had fourteen years to think about the path she chose and ample opportunity in these last sixteen to eighteen months to change her mind. if she knows salem well enough to see her distress and realize the lie, what runs through her mind in that moment? (salem would not have killed her daughters, nor allowed them to be harmed if she could stop it; but cinder had reason to want ruby dead, and salem can’t bear to lose her.)

i think, for summer, what it probably comes down to is not trust or sunk cost but the choice to forgive or not. because she could retaliate, if she chose. summer has silver eyes. cinder murdered her daughters.

but. fourteen years, she’s been working with salem; cinder is also the girl she trained, and sixteen, eighteen months ago when summer got to the top of beacon tower, she chose to get cinder to safety and left ruby lying there unconscious. does she not also care for them? is she not also agonizingly aware that she is as responsible for the deaths of her children as salem is, for igniting this war in the first place? can she not also understand why cinder felt the need to do the things she did?

it’s such an awful, impossible thing, but summer’s heart has always been split down the middle by the fault lines of this war, and the woman who killed her daughters is the one she chose to protect over ruby the last time she had to make the choice, that night atop beacon tower. is there any question of vengeance when this is her family too?

which is the second crack in cinder’s view of the world and will, i suspect, take salem very much by surprise also. AND THEN THERE’S TAI… to whom cinder is just a murderer. he’s the wildcard because i truly have no idea how he might react, other than really badly.

but for summer i think the emotional center of gravity has to be forgiveness, both for narrative reasons and based on what the clues we’ve been given about her fate hint about who she is. the conversations in the ruins of beacon will be very interesting to watch.

[kate-apologist]

actually i'm still not done complaining about rtd writing kate because i've spent so much time hyper fixated on her and modern unit it might as well be a secondary special interest at this point

you know what would have been a far more interesting kate character arc that would fit with the broader themes of the season? seeing her kids. having her kids involved. having gordy be part of unit during empire of death? amazing, and more compelling than the romance they're setting up between her and ibrahim. kate's family is a chunk of the lore, hell bring connall (her nephew around gordy's age) into unit and she wants him to evacuate but he refuses

i think they've severely fumbled what could have been a new dimension to kate by concretely involving her kids and instead went for a romance arc that's gonna do very little interesting with her character (except maybe a scene of bringing gordy in and seeing his mum date someone his age lol)

and don't get me started on the being okay with literal children in her workforce that is literally a frontline defense organization

a lot of my grievances regarding the relationship thing is that i never really wanted a kate romance in modern canon. as much as i love to do weird shipping shit with her in fandom, i think she's a stronger character when she's single-i think it's a good reflection of her history and the generational trauma in the lethbridge-stewart family. she's got her rough history with her dad, what i presume to be a rough divorce and custody thing with her kid, i think her being the head of unit makes it difficult for her to balance work and life. even dating someone inside unit wouldn't help with this imo. not to mention the fact she is constantly almost dying, i couldn't see her entering a relationship after her home literally gets blown up. maybe once she retires but while she's at unit, unit is her life and there's really little room for anything else

i have this terrible inkling in my head that they're going to make unit similar to the avengers and god what a waste that would be

[spiralstereo]

THE LONG AWAITED SUBSPACE LORE POST.... yes im insane i have all this lore to explain subspace's surname. i am batshit

anyways @luckyfailuregirl COME GET YO JUICE.... lore under the cut prepare yourselves

what if i told you guys that subspace was originally part of a 'family'? a cult? imagine a huge 'family' full of a bunch of demons with tripmine gears, & they all had the surname 't. mine'

so who's behind this cult? who leads it? allow me to introduce you to-

DUAL (short for dual subspace tripmine). yes the same dual that's the elder god of reality & destruction, the same dual that's glaive/iron lotus & mystic tide's biological parent. the same dual.

dual, upon their defeat by iron lotus, was imprisoned deep within the inpherno, in the deepest & most secure cell banland had. they were imprisoned for several thousand years, before they broke out, blasting through the ground & being the very reason there are layers to the inpherno

dual, enraged & upset from being imprisoned & defeated, essentially forgotten by the inphinity, & still pissy as hell from being defeated by their own child- came up with an absolutely terrible idea. if their children didnt love them, they'd start a new family. they'd create an army to reclaim their former glory

so they literally ripped a hole in reality, creating their 'own layer', their own little pocket dimension. this place is known as the place of no stars

the place of no stars is a gallery, a empty place where pieces & fragments of civilizations, worlds, & peoples that they've destroyed all float throughout the atmosphere like artifacts on display at a museum. trophies. a thick fog surrounds the endless tall grassy fields, barely concealing the horrors of this twisted world.

after miles & miles of endless plains, floating crumbled pieces of worlds, thick fog & cold winds, there is a manor that is home to this so called 'family'

there are many 't. mines', each one of them having a specific purpose that was picked carefully by dual themselves. their goal is to fulfill that purpose, to live up to expectations & nothing more. be nothing more then a mindless soldier

each t. mine is marked with a symbol, a magical & enchanted symbol on them-

this is the mark of the iron lotus. you might be confused on why dual didnt use their own special mark or make a new one, & the answer is because they dont care. they believe whatever glory their children have, is also their glory. they did it out of spite

so, as we know- subspace is not like that. so how did he become who he was?

subspace was a warped child, curious & adventurous. his goal was to assist his 'siblings', stay to the side & never be on the frontline. he wanted more though.

curiosity got the best of him one day as he slipped out one day, walking for miles & miles in the middle of the night, somehow escaping through the hole of this 'world', seeing the inpherno for the first time since spawn. he was amazed, curious, adventurous. he saw those great mountains in the distance & made it his goal to learn more about them

so he walked, & walked. for days, coming very close to death. upon his arrival- he was nearly killed, but he lived from the pity & mercy of one guard at the border. he was 'adopted' & welcomed into blackrock

being brainwashed & clueless, not knowing any better, he idolized...questionable people. he was never properly raised, never taught how to really be a person, & always left unsupervised- so he was ruined. he became a horrible person

he continued to idolize those terrible government officials, & continued to indulge in horrible acts, making him the man he is today. that seems to have worked out well for him though, seeing as how he's literally been adopted by the leader of blackrock herself

pulse actually took such interest into him because of his strange & unknown upbringing & backstory, that alongside his 'bright mind'. shes always wanted kids ok lol

ANYWAYSSSSS.....yeah. thats it. PLEASEEEEEEEEE send me asks... /nf

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

(GFL) Team Defy getting caught with their S/O

Redacting just in case and putting this under a cut.

NSF-W UNDER THE CUT!

By the way it's time for a T-DOLL FUN FACT!

TDFF 2: In Girls Frontline', they mention that T-Dolls can change their chassis (body) for different situations such as stealth, underwater, and etc.

And one of them is for, you guessed it, sex. This is canon. I'm not pulling your leg, I swear. I'm not sure who is the genius that even decided that PMC weapons should be able to fuck, but whatever, it's the future.

12 had no experience in bed, but it doesn't take her long to adjust with her confident attitude.

She's quickly on top, straddling S/O as their hands felt each other up.

Upon hearing the door open, 12 has to hold in laughter when she sees the look of disgust on AK-15's face. In combination with her S/O's completely shocked expression, it was a struggle.

(AK-15) "...Really? Ugh..."

(AK-12) "Hey, what I do with my darling in my own time is up to me."

(AK-15) "Shut. Up."

AK-15 awkwardly clears her throat, even though she doesn't need to physically do that.

(AK-15) "Just...be a little quieter. Thank you."

Glaring one last look at 12, she leaves.

Meanwhile, 12 is still smiling.

(AK-12) "Anyways...-"

She puts her knee against her S/O's groin, opening her eyes to reveal glowing pink irises.

(AK-12) "Now that we'll have no further interruptions...~"

15 was honestly lost in the moment with her S/O.

They were showing her a new side of love. She originally thought she wasn't ready, but they both took it slow and steady, letting her gradually get used to these...new feelings.

Though to be honest, she got too lost in the moment as her clothes were on the floor, and S/O was on top of her.

Until she heard the door open.

(AN-94) "Excuse me, I'm hearing a....Oh."

15 completely freezes, her eyes wide open as her and S/O stare awkwardly at AN-94, who was mid way through the door.

(AN-94) "...Apologies for the intrusion, as you were."

94 kept her blank expression, though both were unsure if they were thankful for that, before she turned the door to lock, and gently closed it.

Now thoroughly embarrassed, she supposed being caught by AN-94 was the best case scenario. Better her than AK-12 or, god forbid, RPK-16.

Several kisses to her neck is all it takes for her to forget about the interruption as she moans out in pleasure.

16 takes zero time to adjust to love making. After all, she watched many videos on the topic due to her fascination with humans.

It was clumsy for the first few minutes before she got a handle on things. Most notably, S/O.

(RPK-16) "Oh, enjoying the show?"

16 feels S/O freeze up upon realizing someone else was in the room, which was activating metaphorical switches in her she didn't even realize she had.

The door quickly shuts before S/O can see who it is.

(RPK-16) "...Who was that? Oh, don't worry. For right now, just keep your attention on me. After all, I have you all to myself."

16 does not care in the absolute slightest that she was caught.

It amuses her, actually. But, if S/O was uncomfortable with that, she wouldn't force that again on them.

It makes her more curious about what makes them tick in bed now, for this entire field was brand new to her.

She decides to investigate further by placing herself on top of S/O's face. Only one way to find out.~

94 is an absolute blushing mess.

She didn't even know it was possible for a T-Doll to blush this much. Her first time in bed made her more nervous than every operation she's been on combined.

But with S/O's loving embrace, she let them take the lead, her eyes half open as they continued to make love to her.

Her attention skyrockets the moment she hears the door slide open.

(AK-12) "...Nice. Proud of you, 94!~ Treat her right, S/O."

AK-12 gave them a thumbs up before letting the door slide closed.

94 turned to S/O, noting their expression through her panting.

(AN-94) "Um...Are other people not supposed to notice us?"

The question is pushed to the back of her mind as she feels S/O's hands grab her waist, making her yelp out in surprise before feeling immense pleasure.

===

BONUS:

(Springfield) "Ah, Commander, what brings you to the café this late at night?

...Too much noise in the barracks from DEFY? That's...impressive but concerning. Aren't your walls soundproof?"

[ilikedyourablogithere]

some more Digimon Liberator stuff

cool promo art

guess the villains of this story is going to be some other digital lifeform rather than an evil digimon

or maybe those are just robot foot soldiers

also who ever the bad guys are they appear to REALLY like using Imperialdramon (Black)

you can even see the silouette of one in the first reveal trailer

Some of the new characters names

Owen Dreadnought (Red) and Zenith (Blue)

Owen Dreadnought (god I love that name ) and his brand new digimon

seeing how he's in the frontline going to guess he's the hotheaded type of red anime guy

Glasses is with Sangomon

Drill tails is with Ghostmon

And finally girl *squinting eyes* holding a gun (?) is with Sunarizamon

Don't see Cool Boy (Shinji?) and Omekamon or Zenith and BEMmon anywhere in the promo art

they probably just show up later in the story and hopefully this doesn't mean anything ominous

anyways getting pretty close to the webcomic starting

can't wait! (well actually I can but you know what I mean)

[buckyssoldat]

Chapter 51: War

Warnings: strong language, death, mentions of blood, grief

A/N: This is part of my series, Forsaken - The Fallen Soldier. If you wanna be tagged in this, just send me an ask or a message. Feedback is always appreciated, don’t be shy to share your thoughts on this :)

Give me all your love now

'Cause for all we know

We might be dead by tomorrow

Bucky and Alice made their way down to the entrance, where everyone was already gathered, patiently awaiting their arrival. Once the two of them got there, Natasha put her arm around Alice’s waist, pulling her closer to her side and offering her a kind smile. Steve stared at Alice for a few seconds, trying to read her mind and waiting for some kind of reaction. She simply nodded at him, and he reciprocated. They both understood what that gesture meant.

Thanos’ ships started hitting the dome surrounding Wakanda. Some sighed in relief, until they witnessed the ships landing outside the protective barrier. The team divided themselves into groups so they could go to the battlefield inside the Wakandan jets.

“I got two heat signatures breaking through the three line,” Rhodey, who was flying on his suit, said over the coms.

Alice disembarked from the jets and went to the frontline, between Natasha and Bucky. They watched the two Thanos’ lackeys slowly approach the dome. Steve, T’Challa and Nat approached them, attempting to dissuade them from battle, although it was useless.

“They surrender?” Bucky ironically asked upon Steve's return.

“God, I hope not,” Alice mumbled as she closed her fists together. Killing Thanos and his army wouldn't bring Loki back, but she yearned for revenge.

The rest of the army started to approach the dome. T’Challa and the Wakandans began their war cries.

“What the hell,” Bucky exclaimed, taken aback by the creatures about to confront them. This was unfamiliar territory for him, but not for Alice. She had already faced the Chitauri in New York, so that part was easy for her.

Natasha looked around at the army, running towards the dome, “Looks like we pissed her off.”

“They’re killing themselves,” Okoye exclaimed in horror as she witnessed the Outriders attempting to breach the dome but getting dismembered instead.

A few of the creatures managed to breach the dome. The Wakandans activated their shields and launched spears at them.

“Let’s go,” Alice said as she grabbed a gun and stared shooting them, along with Bucky.

It was easy for them to kill the ones that were inside, but the situation changed once they began circling the barrier. Alice exchanged a concerned look with Bucky, who mirrored her unease.

“Cap, if these things circle the perimeter and get in behind us… there’s nothing between them and Vision,” Bruce pointed out what Alice was thinking at that moment.

“Then we better keep ‘em in front of us,” Steve gritted his teeth.

Okoye turned to her king, “How do we that?”

“We open the barrier,” T’Challa put his finger to his ear, “On my signal, open North-West Section 17.”

As the impending battle loomed, Bucky turned to Alice, his grip firm on her hands, his heart pounding with unspoken words. Though his lips parted, no sound emerged, his fear of rejection holding sway over his thoughts.

Confusion briefly clouded Alice’s expression, but then understood what he was trying to tell her.

“I-” Bucky began, his voice faltering, the weight of his emotions palpable.

Alice warm smile eased his nerves, her gentle squeeze a reassurance. “I know, Buck. I know.”

Unbeknownst to them, the Wakandans had already begun the preparations, awaiting their king’s command. It was about to begin. With a reluctant release of hands, but before turning towards the impending battle, she kissed him on the cheek, which caught Bucky off guard. He smiled at the ground, trying to hide the blush on his cheeks. It was not the best time for their romance to start, so he had to focus.

“WAKANDA FOREVER!” T’Challa’s resounding cry echoed through the air, rallying his warriors as they surged forward.

In the rush towards the designated section of the dome, Alice sped up, joining Steve and T’Challa at the forefront. With a swift motion, she drew her double-edged sword, her movements fluid as she leaped into action. Propelling herself forward, she jumped right on top of the creatures, sticking her sword on their necks and killing them.

After taking care of the Outriders encircling her, Alice scanned the chaos of the battlefield, her heart pounding with concern as she searched for Bucky. Relief washed over her as she spotted him, firing his machine gun at the enemy, which made her sigh in relief. He was okay.

But her relief was short-lived as an Outrider overwhelmed Bucky, sending his weapon clattering to the ground before knocking him down. Alice’s breath caught in her throat, her instincts urging her to rush to his aid. Yet, before she could intervene, a massive horde of Outriders charged at her, causing her to tumble to the ground with them. She screamed as she desperately tried to fight off the creatures that were on top of her.

In the midst of her struggle, Alice remembered Bucky being in danger. Summoning her strength, Alice struck the Outriders with a forceful blow, making them fly and hit the ground with force. She sprinted to Bucky’s side, grabbing the Outrider that was pinning him down and tearing it apart with her bare hands. He looked at her with shock, but that turned to a smile when she gave him her hand to help him get up.

“Thanks,” Bucky murmured, his gaze filled with astonishment and gratitude.

“Keep up, Buck,” Alice urged, her tone firm yet reassuring. However, her attitude changed as she surveyed the dire situation unfolding around them. They were losing. Badly. The Outriders were closing in from all sides. Despite her reluctance to harm her friends, Alice knew what needed to be done.

“Buck, stand close to me,” she instructed, a sense of urgency creeping into her voice.

“What are you gonna do?” Bucky questioned, concern etched on his features.

“Just trust me and stay behind me, okay?” Alice replied, still unsure about what she was about to do.

As Bucky nodded in compliance, Alice prepared herself for the drastic measure she was about to take – if she delivered a powerful blow to the ground with her whole strength, she could create a massive rift, which would kill some Outriders and distract the others. With a deep breath, she braced herself, her fists clenched in anticipation. But before she could unleash her strike upon the ground, a beam of light struck nearby, igniting a spark of hope within her weary heart. For she knew what that beacon of light meant: reinforcements were on the way.

“He’s alive,” Alice whispered, a glimmer of hope lighting up her features as she stared at the light. An axe with lightning was flying among them, killing the Outriders that it hit. Yet, as the light dissipated, so did her smile. Thor emerged, accompanied by a peculiar duo – a walking tree and a raccoon. Her heart sank as she scanned the scene, a pang of longing for Loki tightening her chest. Perhaps Nat and Bruce were right, maybe Loki was truly gone this time.

“You guys are so screwed now!” Bruce screamed with happiness, jolting Alice back to the grim reality of the battle. She rose to her feet, ready to face the enemy.

“BRING ME THANOS!” Thor thunderous roar echoed across the battlefield as he charged into the fight alongside the tree and the raccoon. With a mighty swing of his axe, lightning arced through the air, killing everything that crossed him.

Although Thor killed a lot of Outriders, there was still a fight going on. Alice fought alongside Bucky, now accompanied by the unexpected addition of the talking raccoon Thor had brought. Despite the seriousness of the situation, there was a hint of amusement in Alice’s eyes as she watched such a tiny creature wield his weapons with surprising proficiency, a surreal sight amidst the chaos of war.

“Come and get some, space dogs!” The raccoon’s voice cut through the chaos, punctuated by the rapid fire of his guns. In response, a horde of Outriders surged towards them. Bucky grabbed the raccoon by the back of his neck as they spun and fired their guns. “Come on! Get some! Get some!”

Meanwhile, Alice took care of some of the aliens with her double-edged sword. She mentally thanked Shuri for making it for her – it was way faster to kill them with two edges.

Once things calmed down, Bucky put down the raccoon. “How much for the gun?” the raccoon quipped, undiscouraged even in the middle of battle.

“Not for sale,” Bucky answered, focused on shooting the Outriders.

Not giving up, the raccoon persisted, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Okay. How much for the arm?” Bucky stopped for a second and angrily stared at the animal. “Oh, I’ll get that arm.”

“Touch him and I’ll turn you into a fur coat,” Alice intervened, her voice laced with a warning.

The raccoon raised his hands in sign of defeat, “Okay, okay. I won’t touch your boyfriend.”

As the chaos of battle subsided, Alice found herself standing close to Bucky, their breaths mingling in the crisp air. The adrenaline of the fight still pulsed through their veins, but in that moment, there was a quiet intensity between them. Bucky turned to face Alice, his eyes searching hers with a mix of hesitation and longing.

“You good?” she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper, her hand reaching out to gently touch his arm.

Bucky nodded, his gaze softening as he met her eyes. “I am. You?”

Her lips curved into a gentle smile, her fingers tracing a comforting pattern on his arm. “Yeah,” she replied, her voice filled with warmth and affection.

Bucky found himself at a loss for words as he attempted to express his feeling to Alice. His embarrassment was palpable as he struggled to find the right words, his metal hand instinctively moving to cover his face in an attempt to hide his emotions.

“Look, about earlier, I… What I meant was…” Bucky’s voice trailed off as he tried to articulate his thoughts. Finding the words to confess to Alice about his feeling was not easy. “Okay, we don’t have a lot of time, so, I guess what I’m trying to say is that…” He paused again, taking another deep breath to try to compose himself. “What I mean is-”

But before Bucky could find the right words, Alice silenced him with a kiss. Caught off guard at first, Bucky’s hesitation melted way as he surrendered to the moment, his hands finding their place on her waist as he reciprocated the kiss with passion.

As their lips parted, a flush of shyness tinged Bucky’s cheeks, his gaze flickering away in embarrassment. “Um...” he mumbled, his voice barely audible amidst the rush of the battle. That kiss left him at a loss for words, unsure of how to navigate this newfound intimacy.

Alice, however, remained unfazed, her confidence shining through as she met his gaze with a reassuring smile. “I’ve been waiting for this since our date a few weeks ago.”

“You have?” he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Alice nodded, her smiled widening as she reached out to gently touch his shoulder. “Of course, Buck.”

Their exchanged was interrupted by the emergence of a new threat - giant metal wheels with blades emerge from underneath the barrier.

“We can talk about this later,” Alice said, her tone determined as she readied herself for battle. “For now, I have a giant purple alien to kill.”

Before Bucky could answer her, Alice was already charging towards the new danger. With a final glance back at her, Bucky readied himself for the fight ahead.

“Fall back! Fall back now!” T’Challa scream pierced through the chaos.

Just as Alice was about to reach the giant metal wheels, a sudden burst of red energy indicated Wanda’s arrival. With a flick of her wrists, she unleashed her magic, sending the war machines crashing to the ground, crushing countless Outriders beneath them. Alice screamed with happiness, but the battle was not over yet. She had to kill Thanos.

“Guys, we got a Vision situation here,” Sam’s voice crackled over the intercoms, drawing attention to the pressing matter at hand.

“Somebody get to Vision!” Steve’s command echoed through the chaos.

“I got him!” Banner answered.

Alice started running towards where Vision and Banner were. “Give me 5 minutes and I’ll be there!” she yelled over her shoulder as she sprinted.

Suddenly, a horde of Outriders came charging towards her, catching her off guard. Overwhelmed by them, Alice was knocked to the ground, their relentless attacks threatening to overpower her. But her determination to stop Thanos burned bright within her. With a fierce scream, she gathered her strength, unleashing powerful punches to fend off the attackers, determination fuelling every strike. Despite the odds stacked against her, Alice refused to be defeated. She had to save Vision and stop Thanos.

As Alice finally reached the scene, she was met with the sight of Steve fighting Corvus Glaive. The alien managed to knock Steve down and was choking him. With a surge of adrenaline, she rushed towards them, leaping onto Corvus Glaive’s shoulders, her grip unyielding as she grabbed his head and tore it from his body in a swift, gruesome motion.

“Ugh, gross!” Alice recoiled with disgust as she cleaned the blood that had splattered across her face. Steve stared at her in shock, his disbelief mirrored in his wide-eyed expression. The way she had killed Corvus Glaive was brutal, even for her, but it was a reminder of the lengths she was willing to go in order to stop Thanos. “What? I wish it had been Thanos, but this dude had it coming.”

“Thank you, Alice,” Steve finally managed, his gratitude tinged with a hint of unease. He then helped Vision get up. “I thought I told you to go.”

“We don’t trade lives, Captain,” the android answered him, still out of breath from his injuries.

As they began to escort Vision back to safety, a sudden disturbance halted their progress. Setting Vision down, Alice and Steve went ahead, drawn by an ominous feeling that hung in the air. Once they got into a clearing, their eyes turned skyward, the wind swirling around them in anticipation.

“Everyone, on my position. We have incoming,” Steve’s voice crackled over the intercoms, a note of urgency in his tone.

“He’s here…” Alice murmured, her gaze fixed on the darkening sky.

Suddenly, in a cloud of black smoke and blue light, Thanos appeared before them.

“Cap…” Banner started, “That’s him.”

“Eyes up. Stay sharp,” Steve cautioned, his voice steady despite the tension that gripped them all.

“Buck?” Alice’s voice cut through the commotion, urgency colouring her words. “Buck, listen to me. Do not come here. Stay where you are. Buck?”

“I’m coming!” Bucky’s response echoed through the intercoms.

As everyone launched themselves towards Thanos, their desperation fuelling their attacks, Alice watched in horror as their efforts were easily dismissed by the titan’s power. Despite their combined strength, Thanos remained an unstoppable force and he now possessed four of the Infinity Stones. Her heart sank as she witnessed Bucky being thrown against a tree. Steve was now trying to take down Thanos, but the titan punched Cap in the head, knocking him out instantly. Everyone was down. Alice, Wanda, and Vision were the only ones left. And she knew what she had to do – if Wanda was ready to sacrifice the love of her life, she was ready to sacrifice herself.

“You killed him…” Alice’s voice trembled with fury as she confronted Thanos. “You killed him!”

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Thanos replied, his indifference only fuelling her rage.

“You killed Loki…” She continued staring at him, ready to fight. “And now I’m gonna rip your fucking head off!”

With a piercing scream, Alice launched herself towards Thanos, her senses consumed by a storm of rage and grief. Thanos tried to use of his stones against Alice, but she managed to dodge the attack. Rage had consumed her and there was nothing that could stop her from getting her revenge. When she finally managed to get close to Thanos, she grabbed one of her knives and stuck it right on his neck, her every fibre focused on delivering justice for Loki.

For a brief moment, triumph seemed within reach as Thanos’s expression wavered. But as his smile spread across his face, Alice’s hope turned to fear.

With terrifying ease, Thanos disarmed her and grabbed her by the throat, his grip tightening with each passing moment. As darkness closed in around her, Alice tried to fight against the crushing weight of his grasp, her defiance undiminished even in the face of certain death.

“You would have been the perfect daughter to me…” Thanos’s voice cut through the air, his words laced with a strange mixture of regret and malice. It was almost as if he was trying to comfort her. “But now, you will die. Just like your Loki.”

With each word, Thanos’s grip on her neck tightened, cutting off her air supply as death threatened to take her. Alice wanted to scream, but she couldn’t. Struggling against his iron grasp, she felt chill of impending death closing in around her, a bitter acceptance settling in her heart. To die at the hands of the monster who had taken the love of her life from her felt like a cruel twist of fate.

Wanda, who suddenly noticed what was happening to Alice, unleashed her magic powers, throwing Thanos aside and saving Alice from certain death. As Alice’s body hit against a tree, consciousness slipping away, the echoes of Wanda’s screams filled her ear.

When Alice finally regained consciousness, she found Natasha at her side, urgently pleading for her to wake up and pulling her back to reality. Groggily, Alice struggled to make sense of her surroundings, her mind still spinning from the trauma inflicted by Thanos.

“Nat?” Alice voice was hoarse as she searched for answers, her thoughts consumed by worry for Bucky. “Where’s Buck? Buck! BUCK!”

As panic began to rise within her, Alice’s gazed darted frantically between Steve and Thor. But before she could process their fearful expressions, a familiar voice reached her ears, filling her with hope.

“Alice?” Bucky’s voice cut through the chaos. With a sense of relief, Alcie turned towards him, ready to embrace him in her arms and never let him go. But her joy turned to horror as Bucky vanished before her eyes, reduced to nothing but a cloud of dust.

“NO!” Alice’s anguished cry pierced the air, her heart shattering into a million pieces as she fell to her knees, the weight of her loss crushing her from within. Turning to Thor, her eyes brimming with tears, she demanded answers, her world crumbling around her. “WHERE IS BUCKY? WHERE IS HE?!” But amidst the chaos and devastation, there were no answers, only the hollow emptiness of her grief.

As tears streamed down her cheeks, Alice trembled under the weight of her sorrow and disbelief. In the span of just one day, she had endured the unbearable loss of both Loki and Bucky, her heart torn apart by the cruel hand of fate. Each breath felt like a struggle, each beat of her heart a painful reminder of the gaping void left behind by their absence.

“Buck…” Her voice cracked as she called out his name, her desperate plea echoing into the silence that surrounded her. Yet, even as she clung to the flicker of hope that he might return to her, she deep down knew the truth. Bucky was gone, and Thanos had won.

Natasha’s embrace offered a fleeting sense of solace, but it was a thin comfort against the overwhelming tide of sorrow that threatened to consume her. Alice mourned not only the love she had lost, but also the future they would never share, the dreams they would never fulfil.

In the quiet depths of her despair, Alice grappled with the harsh new reality of their fate, each passing moment a painful reminder of the irrevocable loss that now defined her existence. And as she continued to cry, Natasha, Steve, and Thor could only stand by, silent witnesses to the profound anguish etched upon Alice’s tear-streaked face.

As grief threatened to consume her, Alice found herself unable to move, her limbs heavy with the weight of her sorrow. Steve decided to finally step forward, his expressing filled with concern as he gently scooped her up into his arms, cradling her against his chest.

With Alice in his arms, Steve carried her towards Shuri’s lab. Thor and Natasha followed close behind.

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[artsy-hobbitses]

Hello!

I know there was a lot questions about Sideswipe and Strongarm( I adore these sillies) but I would love to know how their engagement went?

There's war goin on so they have to be relativly serious but do they wait till the end of an conflict? Who was more nervous? And most inportant how Sunny reacted?

Thank you!❤

And tell me  That we belong together And dress it up with the trappings of love I'll be captivated I'll hang from your lips Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above

At the point of time Sides and Strongarm realised that they love each other enough to want to spend a lifetime of good-natured bickering, surprise cuddles and stealing kisses during sparring sessions together, Shockwave has kind of fucked up and awoken what’s been dubbed as UNICRON in redacted government files, so y’know, there’s literally much, MUCH bigger things to be nervous about. 

But they do have a talk about it, about them, because there is a chance one or both of them will not come back from this, and this could be the end of whatever story they’re penning together. 

They might have to close that book and start a new one after the dust settles, and they’re frontliners who have to be pragmatic about it. It’s the nature of their job, they’ve known that since day one taking up that Autobot badge. 

It starts innocently enough, just post-fieldwork thank-god-you’re-back-alive snuggles and silly questions about where they saw themselves if the war was never here to take their minds off the creeping dread of having to face down whatever it is that Shockwave has wrought upon them, because by now it’s been a decade and it’s hard to think about a time before the war or imagine a life after it some days. 

But Sideswipe can imagine it now, more vividly than ever, and he shares his thoughts with Strongarm, who asks him in a half-hearted joking manner if he’s gonna stop pulling her leg because through all of what he’s saying, it’s not just him— it’s “we”, it’s twisted sheets and listening to the rain at 2am over sweet nothings, it’s sleep-in mornings (imagine being able to wake up at 10am again IMAGINE) and puppy snuggles (he knows she’s always wanted a German Shepherd of her own but can’t justify getting a puppy in their current circumstances) and breakfasts at a cozy little table set for two (no more mess hall rush!), and stolen kisses before they leave for some mundane-ass totally normal day job where possible death isn’t on the agenda every time they clock in that punch card, and they can come home to a little piece of bliss that’s all their own and all that matters.

Sideswipe, 100% serious, makes a promise to her that if they make it out of this, it’ll be the first thing he asks her because ten years is more than long enough to decide that he wants the rest of whatever life he’s got left to be spent with her… but if he doesn’t—listen, if he doesn’t—he wants her to move on, find happiness in a better world with someone else because he loves her too much to have her be hung up over him, over pages left unwritten which will never be completed.

Strongarm calls him out again for having literally THE worst timing for these relationship milestones but reluctantly agrees, as long as he remembers this promise and does his best to come back to her because she’s gotten too use to having him as a sparring partner, and finding a new one is more hassle than she’s willing to deal with. (Note that Sideswipe at this point has said he loves her a couple of times, but she’s never really said it back. She’ll usually respond with ‘ditto’, reasoning that he clearly knows how she feels about him)

It’s a promise Sideswipe almost doesn’t get to keep—the ensuing battle nearly kills him (And would have, had it not been for Ratchet’s skills being temporarily boosted by his association with Alchemist Prime) and while he’s (barely) alive, he’s lost his dominant arm, has critical internal injuries and is in a two month-long coma.

Strongarm is a constant by his bedside (she and Sunny take shifts  making sure he doesn’t code and helping with daily therapy to limit his muscle atrophy—it’s around this time that their relationship improves markedly), and while she does try to keep things chipper and talks to him about how the war’s ended, the rebuilding efforts and all the super normal things they get to do now, one night the melancholy and despair sets in and she’s quietly pleading for him to wake up, because she can’t do this.

She thought she could be pragmatic about it, whole soldier’s coda of hope for the best and  prepare for the worst, but she’s not prepared to close their book, she’s not prepared to move on and be happy, and she’s so mad at him for insinuating that was even a possibility without him around. Because she doesn’t want to find someone else. It’s you, it’s always been you; For all the times she knew it killed you a little inside whenever life made you second-best to anything that mattered to you, there had never been anyone else for her from the day you answered her call while she laid dying in that alley and summarily made yourself the No.1 Prick of her heart. 

The next day, quite miraculously, he opens his eyes but is still non-responsive to stimuli.  Ratchet does gently try to temper Strongarm’s surging hopes for a full recovery with situational realism that it’s possible that he won’t be the same/won’t remember certain things and will need rehabilitation to re-learn how to function.

It’s clear however, through his blips of consciousness, that he’s struggling to communicate something between the more rapid blinking and finger twitches, and First Aid decides to get Wheeljack to rig up a little device to help him pick/tap out letters.

Sideswipe is still nonverbal and there’s no guarantee he can even figure out letters yet in his currrent state, but the first thing he manages to spell out is a very garbled “MRAYR EM?” and he slowly—but deliberately—winks at Strongarm.

And Strongarm—always stoic and professional with everyone else—just fucking openly bawls like she’s never bawled before, so much that it initially alarms Sunstreaker and First Aid, but she doesn’t care that it makes her like a madwoman for a hot second before they figure out what exactly Sides was trying to say that provoked this reaction.

Because—she’s laughing through messy, snotty sobs now—you remembered your promise, you remembered, and even when you’re busted to fuck and back and can’t spell for shit it’s the first thing you wanted her to hear, because you have the worst timing on earth and she loves you for it. 

She loves you, she loves you Sergio Saverio, she loves you for the stubborn, foolhardy, courageous, passionate hot mess that you are, she loves you, and the answer is Yes. 

His recovery is gradual and steady (That moment immediately improved Ratchet’s initially prognosis for him, because it showed that his memory was functional and his major neural pathways were still mostly connected), and she’s there every step of the way—it’s poetic bookends to the start of their relationship, when she took the leap of faith in trusting him and he tossed aside any misgivings he had about being involved with her to help save her life and heal from an injury which she was similarly told she wouldn’t fully recover from. 

Their engagement is over the period of a year, as his condition improves bit by bit (there are some things that are permanent—his reflexes/reaction times are shot, he can barely wield his sword, and getting used to his new prosthetic arm is a struggle especially given his circumstances, all of which make him feel even more self-conscious as an ex-soldier, but Strongarm and Sunstreaker both assure him that he’s still their Sideswipe, he’s still whole even if he can’t fight like he used to, and this world which he helped save is one where he never has to fight a day more in his life) and they’re taking this time together to finally do things ‘right’ and make up for his horrible timing as he likes to jest; going on fluffy dates, making a real home together, meeting the parents.

They also BOTH get rings for each other (Sideswipe goes to HotRod, Strongarm goes to Swerve, both who are ELATED to be able to craft non-weapons and keep the secret) and try to re-propose to each other ‘properly’ at the same time, which ends up with both of them bending the knee at the same time for each other over laughter because THE DRIFT IS TOO STRONG and also, who needs proper when this is more fun?

Sunstreaker’s the one who actually helped Sideswipe source a sapphire for the ring intended for Strongarm (he’s still got connections!), and after seeing his brother’s recovery and how Strongarm was there every step of the way, concurs that he was wrong—she’s exactly the right one for Sideswipe, and he’s genuinely never been happier that his baby brother, who’d been starved of love as a child and had always dreamed of a loving family because of that, finally has a chance at it.