#i am just excited to be trying something new

[muirmarie]

mccoy and spock get together towards the end of the five year mission, and spock is very, "obviously the doctor is aware that vulcans do not have casual relationships and almost always mate for life" and mccoy is, of course, "getting that damn vulcan to open up is like pulling teeth, how am i supposed to know how he feels about me" and this causes new and exciting problems when they're trying to sort out what they're DOING after the end of the five year mission

and mccoy is trying to subtly figure out if spock has any interest in being stationed together, and spock is, of course, the doctor is my mate, of course we will stay together, and mccoy gets offered this really exciting opportunity at a cutting edge research station that's still hands on enough with patients that it's perfect for him, and he kind of tosses it out there one evening to spock, hoping to get something from the bastard, and instead spock just skims through and stone face is like "in my opinion you should accept, it is precisely the opportunity you've been looking for" and mccoy sits there after spock leaves, like okay!!! i guess we're breaking up?? is this not even enough of a relationship for him to consider it a break up??? i may have to kill him. no jury would convict me. what! is! he! thinking!, and spock goes back to his quarters and immediately sends them a message like "i would like to apply for a position as well :)"

and mccoy still won't fucjing SAY what he MEANS because he doesn't want to be left vulnerable now that he's convinced himself that spock simply Doesn't Care Enough, and every time he at least tries to get like, some meaningful goodbye moments???? spock keeps blowing him off??? meanwhile spock is like "it is rewarding to know that the doctor wants to spend time with me, but i know he will miss our friends, and as his mate it is important for me to make sure he spends enough time with his friends before we all leave the ship", and then when mccoy says he's going to go visit joanna before he starts his new assignment, spock's like =/ wish he invited me along but I will respect his wishes and says he's going to go to vulcan between assignments, and then it's over! they're saying goodbye! and spock! just! leaves! and mccoy is just. absolutely furious and trying So Hard to Not Care but also!!! so!!!! furious!!!!

so anyway imagine his surprise when he arrives at the research facility for his new assignment three weeks later, and they're like "doctor mccoy!! so nice to meet you! your husband arrived two days ago, and he took it upon himself to set up your shared quarters and your office to your liking, but let us know if you need anything else, we're so thrilled to have you on board!"

and mccoy is just.

"i'm sorry. what did you just say?"

and spock comes walking out like everything is normal, and gives him the little vulcan finger kiss, and turns to the welcome party and says, "husband is a simplification of a vulcan term - we have not performed the human marriage rites, but he is my mate"

anyway yeah mccoy probably tries to strangle him.

they make a great first impression.

[respectthepetty]

GMMTV 2025 - Hot Tops and One Bottom

GMMTV offered up ONE straight show, and even though I'm salty that I didn't get Midnight Museum 2 and despite the current state of the world, I have never been happier to be alive at this exact moment that I'm living in. GMMTV really cemented that it is Disney BL, and said FUCK THEM HETEROS!

As usual, I'm listing what shows I'm most excited to see from GMMTV's annual unveiling, but in order to be fair to the other shows, I will not consider one of the shows in the rankings because I am a Jaidee fan first, and a human second:

Dare You to Death

My boys are giving me ~Murder, Manipulate, Make-Out, and MAYHEM~ so I'm already seated, sat, and sitted. I've always thought Joong should play a character who was insincere and a bit crazy, and Dunk should lean into his haughtiness (emphasis on HOT), so even though all these other shows look great, they aren't JoongDunk trying to solve a murder while trying to not murder each other, and it would be unfair of me to hold that against everyone else. I was going to take whatever I was getting from them, but THIS?! Sorry, to everyone else, but y'all never stood a chance.

#1a - Memoir of Rati

Moment of honesty - Inn and Great are fine as fuck. They are already attractive to begin with, so to put them in a historical drama, of course, I'm going to eat it up. This is a serious piece about political and social tensions which I have no doubts they will carry into getting some awards for it. I was getting worried that these two weren't going to have another show together next year, but not only did GMMTV give them one of the meatier plots, the series also has Aou and Boom in it with an amazing story as well, so this was easily my top choice.

Or at least it was my top choice until . . .

#1b - Ticket to Heaven

Religious trauma aligned with Catholicism is my special brand of queer angst, so this series already has me all the way fucked up. Fourth is such a phenomenal actor and Gemini always acts his ass off, so I know they will have me in a fetal position every single episode clutching my rosary and praying for God's mercy since I'm already in my feelings about this. The heathens in the room better read up on some biblical references because if you thought I was doing too much over a cross necklace in Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo and the praying in The Warp Effect, I Saw You in My Dreams, and Marahuyo Project, block me now because that was only the tip of the religious iceberg.

#2 - Cat for Cash

Although I'm a vegetarian, I'm a Disney villain who strongly dislikes animals, yet even I was happy to see First getting advice from cats on how to make coffee and how to win over Khao. This is the FirstKhao romance we have been waiting for! It looks soft and sincere, and even though the plot involves hearing cats, First as the worst debt collector and Khao as a grieving sad boy are their most realistic characters they have ever played. The series also looks like it's going to make me cry, so thank goodness Satang showed up to make sure I would be emotional about every show GMMTV gives me next year.

#3 - That Summer

On the topic of Satang, I'm shocked that I clicked with this trailer. I was ready to write this off as a Hallmark series due to its plot about a prince with amnesia falling in love with a commoner until the trailer revealed that he doesn't have amnesia, and the commoner knows he is a prince. The trailer situated the problem will come from their class differences plus Mond is kissing a homie (in secret), and since I just asked for more series with sad wet boys on the beach, this show goes at the top for GMMTV delivering me something I didn't know I wanted but a show I definitely needed.

#4 - A Dog and a Plane

Tay and New got me by the throat in 2019 and 2024 with Dark Blue Kiss and Peaceful Property, and even when I wanted to be mad at Cherry Magic, I couldn't because these men always sell the hell out of a ship even when they shouldn't. I'm a Jaidee fan first, and a human second, but I'll throw on some polar bear and whale jammies any day to join the Polcas because Tay and New have not disappointed me once in their joint shows or individual shows. So here I am, super duper excited to see New play a GAY flight attendant (a stereotype I love to see) whose man is trying to screw Pun only for Tay to take the hush money yet still catch feelings AND FLIGHTS! Marc's there too, so it's time I was served openly gay men who are trying to join the mile-high club since it's been over a decade since I got Pedro Almodóvar's I'm So Excited.

#5 - My Romance Scammer

I support marriage equality, but I do not believe in the institution of marriage, so I'm thrilled that GMMTV decided to throw me some gay divorce the same year gay marriage was legalized! Next, I'm getting the odd ball couple of Ohm and Fluke with Fluke being a dummy who falls for the first man who is nice to him, only for Marc to think he has a great relationship with Junior, BUT IT'S ALL A SCAM! I will probably end up defending this show with my life because this is the romcom romcoN I deserve!

Side Quest - Tarot Card Series

The theme for this year's announcement was "Riding the Wave" but it should have been "Wheel of Fortune" because there were a lot of shows about destiny and changing the future, so I'm going to rank those in a quick sub-category:

1) My Magic Prophecy

This is the dynamic I want to see from Jimmy and Sea. Jimmy IS a doctor, so getting a clean-cut smarmy version of him will pair so well with muscular Sea being a jerk. I was going to make a quirky comment about how they can now see the future as a reference to Last Twilight, but I'm still salty about that show, so I'll just be happy for them and THIS show.

2) Head 2 Head

I'm excited for the Only Boo kids because I think they should've gotten the My Love Mix-Up remake since I think they do well with being complete opposites that make perfect sense being together. This is also how I found out that Surf from I Saw You in My Dream is now with GMMTV.

So although it was awkward to realize GMMTV had acquired another BL boy under my chismosa nose (am I slipping?), it's nice to see the company staying on brand as Disney BL in its attempt to capture all the Pokemon Avengers BL Boys.

3) Wu

Since I've been watching High School Frenemy through my dash, I know plenty of people will be ecstatic to see Nani and Sky play soulmates, again (because High School Fremeny is gay af!), but I'm showing up because I got the red bracelets of destiny tying the boys together!

The trailers this year were surprisingly lax on the colors, so I'm taking what I can get how I get it. Bring me the RED STRING OF FATE!

4) MU-TE-LUV

This is Club Sapan Fine with a different name so it's going to be campy and messy. But do I think GMMTV will handle fems well? No. Am I pressed about it? Also, no. Because I actually watch AND enjoy Club Sapan Fine, so if GMMTV wants to try its hand at wild wacky camp in an anthology-style series, I'm down to clown, at least for the queer episodes that is.

5) Melody of Secrets

This was originally going to be number three on my Tops List, but as the trailer continued, I got more confused. Then, Force's face blurred and it looked like he got snatched by a demon, so I got scared. Like real scared. I don't eff with los espookys, so I'll be watching this show with the lights on and my Care Bear squad to protect me.

Honorable Mentions

I watch ALL GMMTV queer shows (and even the ones that only I think are queer), so I'll still enjoy something about these shows, but they were just lacking that special razzle dazzle:

Burnout Syndrome

Director Nuchy. Gun in black lipstick. Gun being a sex worker. Off being an asshole. Thor. Poly(?). This should have been my Holy Grail, but I can't believe the show will give me a proper love conflict when OffGun are a branded pair. Also, Nuchy gave me ToddBlack, who I will NEVER be over, so even though I know she can and will give me *THE* toxic couple to root for above all other toxicitos, unless these two are about to drown each other in that bathtub and play Olympic-levels of mind games with each other, I'm reserving my excitement until it airs.

Me and Thee

A soap-opera loving mafioso. Pond in suits with slicked-back hair. Phuwin being beautiful. Santa looking delicious. Est back in his Naughty Babe assistant mode. Perth. COLORS! Just like Burnout Syndrome, on paper it looks like something I would devour, but a third of that trailer was Pond and Phuwin in a bathtub, and in my Michelle Visage voice, "stop relying on that body" even if that's the biggest reason I'll be showing up to watch.

Whale Store

Milk licked cat food off of Love's finger, and I fear this might be too lesbian for me. I don't kink shame, and I'm always down to eat a girl out go down, but cat food? Really, sis? On top of that, this felt like a JittiRain series with Love's character clearly hiding something that is going to hurt Milk's character, then the side couple was crying and making everything awkward. I support the lesbians. I support queer rights AND wrongs. I'll be repeating this even as I'm watching it.

Boys in Love

GMMTV was smart putting all the new kids in a show with Papang x Podd as the little older romance crumbs to keep us satisfied for the time being, but that's also why I'm being petty. If this is the stepping stone for Papang and Podd to be leads for GMMTV 2026, then I'll take what I can get, but I feel like Oliver Twist asking for more porridge, when I should already be getting a damn buffet!

Love You Teacher

This show almost had me in the first half. Sam's character was giving me everything. The premise was solid. Perth was an already gay man in a long-term relationship with his boyfriend. Things were going well even with the accident. Then, the show brought on the real plot --- seven-year-olds. Jesús Cristo. It was a lovely time up until then, and now, just like the cat food, I'm realizing new things about myself and my boundaries on a random Tuesday morning, and I don't like it.

Girl Rules

This is the female version of Only Friends saran wrapped in women's empowerment. No me gusta pero lo voy a ver because I support queer wrongs even when they are oh-so-very wrong.

The Love of Siam: The Musical

What. The. Fuck. But also, sign me up!

Dishonorable Mention - Only Friends 2: Dream On

I've reached new heights in my pettiness because this show is in Petty Prison before it even airs. My blog is a living record of how badly I wanted Minx Mix and Flirty Fluke in the first season of Only Friends. It was the only thing I could think about; then, I ended up hating the first season, so I counted my blessings that Minx Mix only showed up for two whole seconds and Flirty Fluke was nowhere in sight. And now this has happened. This is a lesson in "be careful what you wish for" because I have never been more upset that I finally got what I wanted. Unless the show gives Boston his cake and lets him eat it to, I'm not watching it. Not Minx Mix, Flirty Fluke, or Ohm's body could convince me to do this a second time.

[peach-top]

❝𝙑𝙄𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉❞

➤ ACT I. | CHAPTER III.

➤ FLOWER CROWNS

“White Lily Cookie! His majesty told us about your awakening!” Silverbell beamed with excitement upon hearing the news. “Are you ok? How are you feeling?!”

“Silverbell Cookie. Sorry, I'm still trying to get used to this.” White Lily Cookie frowned.

The silver haired male nodded with understanding, “It’s ok. We'll leave you alone to catch your breath. You can call me whenever you need me.”

“Thank you…” White Lily nodded with a soft smile on her face. Silverbell gives the female a grin before leaving her with her thoughts. White Lily’s smile turned upside, replacing it with a frown. She gripped on the railing of the bridge and looked down at her reflection in the water.

“Dark Enchantress Cookie is still out there…So, why am I here…?” White Lily whispered. “My soul jam…they're gone. If I remember correctly, they were scattered into pieces. Some pieces of my memories are still blurry.”

“...” The white haired female then looked up at the night sky, “I wonder…”

White Lily Cookie stares at the moon that appears to never be a full moon. It's just a crescent moon. Why? It never seems to show the full moon for a long time now. However, White Lily remembers reading in the book that the moon was broken by a cookie with a work of dark magic that no other had seen before.

There's these times when a blood moon appears once a year. White Lily always witnessed it when she had the time just to study about it and the cookie responsible for it. However, she was forbidden to learn any further because of risk.

But the moon doesn't matter anymore. It's [Y] she's wondering about. Someone who has awakened her with the work of his magic and life jam. The magic aura surrounding him is a familiar feeling. She never encountered this sort of magic, but it gives her a feeling that she has met him before…or did she?

❝i envy you…white lily cookie…❞

White Lily gasped at the unsettled voice echoed in her head. She then jumps when she hears someone approaching her. It was [Y], who happened to arrive at the bridge.

“Oh, it's you. Shouldn't you be with Elder Faerie?” White Lily asked.

“Ah. Elder Faerie has important matters to attend to. We'll have a tour another time. I've come here to explore the kingdom myself until I've found you here.” [Y] said. “Am I interrupting something? Hope I'm not disturbing you or anything.”

“...N…no. I was just deep in thought…” White Lily mumbled before turning back at the water.

“Oh, then I'll leave you to it, then.” The taller male said as he was about to walk away.

“Um…About that life stone you're carrying…” The white haired female spoke, stopping the male mid-step. “How does it work?”

“The life stone? Oh, they keep me alive. Millennial Tree found me and revived me with the help of this stone.” [Y] explained. “If it was to be shattered, then I'll crumble. I don't remember much after I was given a new life under a new name.”

“A life stone that kept you alive? I never thought something like this could work on a cookie…” White Lily blinked owlishly. “What is it like to carry a life stone attached to your body?”

“Not sure, but it felt great. Without the life stone, I wouldn't be able to see the world.” [Y] smiled gently. “Giving a second chance to life felt great. Learning magic, making both animal and cookie friends alike, and learning things that I've never experienced before. There's so much to learn about.”

“...I hope you won't suffer a similar fate like I did.” The white haired female muttered. The taller male wasn't able to hear it, “Huh? Did you say something?”

“It's nothing…” The white haired female frowned before looking back at the water.

“Say…what are you gonna do now that you're awake..?” The taller male asked.

“...I’m not sure. I think I should stay here to clear my thoughts. I don't think I'm prepared to go face-to-face with my friends, wherever they are…” White Lily said.

“Take your time. It will take some time to be able to open up to others once again.” [Y] stated as butterflies started flying around him. “How about we hangout? We'll see what can help you with stress.”

“...You are so kind…You reminded me of Pure Vanilla Cookie…” White Lily mumbled.

“...?”

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

Elder Faerie frowned at the news he just received, the flower was getting more and more aggressive. It wasn't like this until [Y] arrived at the Faerie Kingdom. The flower was trying to escape. Elder Faerie knew it was trying to escape to its master.

“It's getting worse and worse. We don't know how to silence it any longer…!” One of the faeries whined.

Elder Faerie wanted to test this theory. He spotted [Y] with White Lily and grabbed the sealed flower then faced it towards the [h] haired male. To his surprise, the flower stopped.

“I see. So, it wanted to return to their master…” Elder Faerie mumbled.

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

White Lily seated at the garden a few inches away from [Y]. She watches as the taller male tries to create a flower crown while being surrounded by animals.

“I've heard that flower crowns symbolize peace, so I thought it might help you to relax in peace.” [Y] stated while holding a flower crown made out of white lilies. “With white lilies symbolizing purity. What do you think?”

“...I think it's lovely…” White Lily smiled softly. [Y] doesn't know whether it's a forced smile or not. He offered the crown to White Lily and placed it on her head. He then smiles genuinely, “It looks great on you. It suits you. You look like a beautiful queen.”

The female blushes at the compliment, “...I…I don't consider myself as a queen.”

“I'm sure you'll make a great queen for the Faerie Kingdom. You put up so much effort in sealing the silver tree.” The taller male stated. “The faeries here look up to you because of your heroic act.”

“They do, don't they?” White Lily mumbled. [Y] nodded, “They sang a song for you while you were asleep to show their gratitude. You should at least be happy that you're still being accepted by them even after what you've done.”

“...Do you really think I can still undo what I've done?” White Lily asked.

“That's something I'm not sure about, but hope you'll be able to find a solution to that…” [Y] replied. “Just don't be hard on yourself. Overthinking things isn't good. It'll cause more stress, you know?”

“He's too kind. Just like Pure Vanilla Cookie. I hope he's safe…” White Lily thought.

➤ chapter ii.

➤ chapter iv.

the flower (old)↓

[moons-and-mobility-aids]

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Chapter Eleven | Chapter Twelve | Chapter Thirteen | Chapter Fourteen | Chapter Fifteen | Chapter Sixteen | Chapter Seventeen | Chapter Eighteen | Chapter Nineteen | Chapter Twenty | Chapter Twenty-One | Chapter Twenty-Two | Chapter Twenty-Three | Chapter Twenty-Four | Chapter Twenty-Five | Chapter Twenty-Six | Chapter Twenty-Seven

Content Warnings: Adult content, mostly accurate depictions of being an onlyfans creator ( hi, I am one), reader is fem, uses a wheelchair, and has cerebral palsy. Taglist: @alohastitch0626, @jspidey5, @laceandsuch, @kneelforloki

The day begins as it often does for the three of them. James sits at the kitchen counter, scrolling through his OnlyFans messages with one hand while he nurses a steaming cup of coffee with the other. Sirius is sprawled out on the couch, still half-asleep, the faint hum of the television lulling him back towards dreams. And Remus, ever the early riser, has been awake for hours, hunched over his laptop at the dining table, editing their latest video.

Then, a new notification pops up on James's screen: a message from you. And in that moment, the ordinary morning transforms into something far more electric.

"Hey, she messaged," James announces, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably. There's an unmistakable edge of excitement to his voice, a giddiness that betrays just how much this means to him. He's always like this when it comes to you—eager, hopeful, almost boyish in his enthusiasm.

Sirius straightens from where he's slouched on the sofa, an eyebrow raised in intrigue. "Video?"

"No, just text." The corners of James's mouth lift into a slow smile as he reads your words, savouring the familiarity of your tone—a casual greeting that masks the depth of your connection. "Just saying hi. Checking in."

"Just checking in?" Remus echoes from behind the screen of his laptop, a sceptical note colouring his question. He knows as well as the others do that your interactions with them often carry more weight than what meets the eye.

"Yeah, just... normal stuff. Friendly, a bit flirty." With a shrug, James opens the message thread, allowing the soft glow of the screen to illuminate his face.

You: Hey, Prongs 😊 Just checking in to see how you all are! I've been back for a few days now and wanted to properly say hi. Hope everything's good. 💖

The three men exchange glances, each trying to decipher the underlying intent behind your words. It's not unusual for you to send messages like this, but today it feels different—less formal, more personal. Whether it's the fact that you're back online after your hiatus or simply the way your words seem to be reaching out, bridging the gap between fan and creator, something shifts in the air around them.

“Well, this feels... normal,” Sirius says, leaning back on his hands with a small smile playing on his lips. “Almost like we’re just chatting with a friend.”

"Perhaps that's what she wants it to be," Remus muses, always the one to seek layers beneath the surface. "We're creators like her, and while we are fans of her content, maybe she craves conversation with those who understand."

James nods, his fingers hovering over the keyboard as he considers their reply. Keep it cool, but let a hint of flirtation linger—the balance that has become their signature.

ProngsPlayground_free: We’re good! Been busy with our own stuff, but we’ve definitely missed seeing you around. How’ve you been? 💕

He hits send, leaning back and watching as the message goes through. They all fall silent, a sense of anticipation in the air. It's not that they're expecting anything grand—just the usual banter they've come to enjoy with you—but there's an undercurrent of excitement nonetheless. Every exchange is a chance to learn something more about you.

Your reply comes sooner than expected.

You: I'm okay 😊 Not completely better yet, but getting there. Sometimes life just throws things at you, you know?

Remus leans in closer, reading the message over James's shoulder. His brow furrows slightly. "That's... more than she usually says."

Sirius squints at the screen, shadows playing across his sharp features. "Yeah, she normally keeps it light. But this—this feels like she's letting us in, even if it's just a crack."

James's fingers hover over the keyboard, the usual quick wit stilled for a moment. He's always been the one to push boundaries, to toe the line between amusement and recklessness, but even he recognises the gravity of this shift. It's one thing to flirt with danger in the guise of laughter and camaraderie; it's another to tread on the fragile ground of vulnerability. Yet there's an opportunity here, an opening for connection that goes beyond the surface.

ProngsPlayground_free: Yeah, I get that. Life can be a real bitch sometimes. But we’re glad you’re feeling better! What’s been going on? Anything we can help with, even if it’s just to listen? 😉

Sirius watches James's fingers fly over the keys, an eyebrow arched in amusement. "You're not holding back, are you?" he asks, a note of respect threading through his words.

James shrugs, the corners of his mouth pulling up into a small smile. "Why should I? It's true, isn’t it? People just want someone to talk to sometimes."

"Exactly," Remus adds, giving a nod of agreement. "We're here for more than just sharing videos. We're here for each other too."

A pause hangs in the air as they wait for your response, their eyes flickering between the screen and each other. When your message finally appears, it feels like a door creaking open, the smallest invitation to step inside your world.

You: Honestly, I’m just dealing with a lot of personal stuff. Nothing too serious, just... life things. You know how it is. It’s hard to keep up sometimes, and I needed to take a step back and breathe for a bit. But I’m getting there. Thanks for asking.

James reads your message aloud, his voice steady despite the gravity of your words. The room's ambience shifts subtly; the playful banter that usually fills the space has been replaced by something more sombre, more real, and they sit in silence for a moment, absorbing the weight of your admission. It isn't much—just a few lines of text—but it's more than you've ever let on before. They've always known there was more to you than the online persona you project, but this feels like the first tangible glimpse beyond that façade.

"Seems like she's letting us in, just a bit," Sirius murmurs, his usual bravado absent from his tone.

Remus nods, thoughtful. "Yeah. Not the whole picture, but...more than before."

James takes a deep breath, fingers hovering over the keyboard. His response needs to tread carefully, acknowledging your vulnerability without prying too far or setting expectations for disclosure. With a nod to himself, he begins to type, each word chosen with deliberate care.

ProngsPlayground_free: That sounds tough. We completely understand needing a break—sometimes life just gets too much, and you need to step back and breathe. We're glad you're taking care of yourself. If you ever want to talk about anything—or nothing in particular—we're here. No pressure. 💖

There is a pause after they send the message, the three of them exchanging glances that speak volumes. This is new territory, a shift away from light-hearted teasing and shared videos. It feels less like fan and creator now, more like...people connecting.

Your reply takes longer this time, allowing them a moment of respite. When it finally comes through, there's a warmth in your words that makes them smile despite the circumstances.

You: Thanks, Prongs. 😊 I'm not used to opening up about these things, especially with subscribers. But you three have been nothing but kind. It means more than you know. Sometimes, it does feel like I'm carrying too much and it's nice to know there are people out there who get it, even if we've never met.

The corner of Sirius's mouth twitches upwards in a half-smile as he leans back into the plush cushions of the couch, running a hand through his dark hair. "That... doesn't feel half bad."

"Right?" James agrees, his attention still on the screen, fingers poised over the keyboard. He can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment, like they've managed to bridge an impossible gap. "Feels like we're getting to know her, the person behind the posts."

Remus is quieter, more reserved, but there's a subtle change in his demeanour—a lightness that suggests he's been hoping for this. "People need that sometimes," he murmurs. "Just to know someone's listening."

The corners of James's mouth twitch upward as he composes his reply, a delicate balance of camaraderie and sensitivity. His fingers dance across the keys, each word chosen to assure you that they're here for you, no distance too great, no hour too late.

ProngsPlayground_free: We're always here to listen, love. 💖 And if things get tough, you can always distract yourself with us. We've got plenty of chaos going on to keep things interesting. 😏

Sirius barks out a laugh, throwing an arm around James's shoulders. "That's putting it mildly."

Remus's lips quirk into a smile, his eyes warm behind his glasses. "He's not wrong, though. We're excellent at providing... distraction."

The response comes quicker this time, your words carrying a hint of playfulness, a spark of connection kindling in the space between.

You: That sounds perfect. Sometimes a little chaos is just what you need to get through tough times. 😉 You guys are the best.

The message sends and James leans back, feeling a sense of satisfaction that goes beyond the usual thrill of their banter. It's something deeper, more significant—a subtle shift in the dynamic. They've breached a delicate boundary today, but rather than recoil, you've leaned into the connection. You remain an enigma, yet there's a sense of texture now, layers unfolding with each exchange. It's as though they're crafting something tangible from the ether of the internet, a friendship forged in bytes and pixels.

"See?" James murmurs, the relief palpable in his voice. "She's letting us in—bit by bit. It's not just about the videos anymore."

Remus smiles, the lines around his eyes softening. "That's what makes this meaningful, isn't it? The understanding that there's depth beneath the surface."

Sirius nods, his lips tracing the ghost of a smile. "Exactly. We're earning her trust, even if it's just a fraction for now."

The three of them sit in silence, the weight of their conversation not quite settled. James is right; it's not just about the content anymore, and they all feel the shift. A connection is growing, one that stretches beyond the typical boundaries of creator and fan, and it feels right—like the next step in a dance they've only just begun.

James glances at the time, mindful of their individual schedules and the messages awaiting their attention, but he doesn't rush to break away. For now, he lingers in this moment of shared understanding, savouring the sensation of moving forward together.

"We'll take it slow," Remus suggests, his gaze moving between James and Sirius. "No need to push her."

James nods, his hand resting on the back of his neck as if to ease tension that isn't there. "Yeah. No hurry."

Their eyes meet across the table, each acknowledging the unspoken agreement. This is new territory for them, but they're ready to navigate it—to learn more about you, about the person behind the words that have captured their attention.

As the day unfolds, they return to their routines, their thoughts often drifting back to you. They wonder what else you might reveal in your messages, given time and trust. They look forward to their next interaction, eager to peel back another layer of the mystery that is you.

[cioud-berries]

Mutual Benefit || Chapter 2

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Posts season 2: Spoiler warning!! Being forced into an arranged marriage, [Name] tried her hardest with her unreceptive husband Salo. After his death, she was forced to replace his council position, trying to figure out who she was as a person. Sevika never expected to get anywhere close to the council, let alone join them. As the stigma around people from Zaun still stood, she struggled to gain the respect from her new fellow councillors. With so many differences how could the two really help one another?

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[Name] was thrilled to learn that at least one of her council members was from Zaun. She was relieved that they were getting the reputation that they so desperately needed in the council. Even though that part excited her, nothing else about the first meeting did. She was terrified about how this would go. 

Caitlyn Kiramman helped her prepare everything that she would need for the first meeting, even going into her mother’s files to find talking points and issues. The night before the scheduled meeting, [Name] Stayed up all night studying her notes, making sure there wasn’t anything she could mess up on. 

She praised the Gods for the invention of coffee as she rushed to the council room, her folder of notes and news articles tucked neatly under her arm as she tried to take the last sips of coffee. She was more awake than ever, knowing that it would only last a few hours before she crashed. 

Entering the room, everyone turned to look at her. Some gave disapproving looks, as she dressed in the clothing of her home nation, instead of something from the clan she was there representing. 

Brushing off their looks, she walked up to Shoola, the only council member from the old council, and the person [Name] knew best in the room. Hearing her footsteps approaching, Shoola turned around to her.

“It is good to see you.” Shoola greeted. “I am sorry for the death of your late husband Salo.”

[Name] in that moment, remembered that she was still supposed to be in mourning. Trying to come up with a response that would be acceptable for them, she replied. “Yes, my poor husband… At least we know that he is now resting peacefully. But that is why I am here, to carry on his legacy.”

Shoola gave an approving smile. “How is your daughter doing?” She asked.

“A lot better.” [Name] told truthfully “I don’t think she fully grasps the concept of death yet. But leaving the city for a while did seem to help. I think being back in the apartment is causing her to struggle a bit though.”

“If you need anything from me,” She put a hand on [Name]’s shoulder. “ Just ask.”

[Name] nodded, but before she could say anything, one of the other councilors raised his voice, getting everyone’s attention. “I think we should begin.”

Everyone in the room collectively made their way to the table in the middle. [Name] could tell that there were less people that there should be, quickly counting everyone. “Aren’t we missing someone? Shouldn’t we wait for them?” She asked the man who called everyone to the table.

A lot of the councilors gave a sour look at [Name] pointing it out. She immediately could tell that it was the representative from Zaun, as that was the same face Salo would give any time she’d vouched for them.

“She is late.” The man that called the meeting stated "That is her problem.”

“I don’t even know why we’re giving them this chance.” The old woman spat out. “No one from the undercity had a seat on the council before. They’re all just-”

[Name] went to say something, but the door to the chamber opened. Everyone’s attention was drawn to the tall woman that walked into the room. Immediately she captivated [Name]’s eye. With her strong presence, [Name] knew that she wouldn’t let any of these other council members to trample over her. 

The woman slowly sat down in the chair next to [Name]. Most of the councilors were glaring at her for numerous reasons of their own. [Name] only gave her a soft welcoming smile that was met with a cold glare. 

As the woman sat down, the man continued on with the meeting. “Our first order of business is the removal of the hex core remnants. The substance that was left on buildings is tough and it will be expensive to remove.”

“Will you also be removing the stuff in the fringes that the guy left behind?” The woman beside [Name] asked. 

“No.” The old woman spat out. It was clear that her and the man had discussed this in private before coming to the meeting. “We’re removing it from Piltover to keep it from destroying buildings, and as far as I am aware,it was far from the city and it was providing more homes for free.”

[Name] saw the opportunity to jump into the conversation. “Well we don’t know what it can do. Isn’t the whole point of removing it because we don’t know what it can do? It is most likely toxic. So I believe it would be best to remove it from the undercity now so it doesn’t cause us issues and cost more money to remove or fix in the future.” She made sure to make an emphasis on how much money it could cost them, knowing that they cared more about money than anything else.

Against their will, many of them silently agreed, knowing that now they had to pretend to care about Zaun and Zaun’s problem. The man hosting the meeting began to speak again. “I say we use ten percent of our current budget to remove the hex core remnants in both Piltover and the undercity. All in favor raise your hand.”

Five out of the seven council members raised their hand to vote for the use of the budget. The old woman is one of the people who voted against it. [Name] could already tell that she did not want to work with the people of Zaun and merely wanted to rule over them to her benefit. 

It reminded her of her grandmother, and the whole reason that led to the civil war. Thankfully with Piltover, it wasn’t one person making all of the decisions without anyone to speak up to stop such things. 

The man wrote down the verdict on the piece of paper turning back to the council. “Is there anything else anyone would like to discuss?” He opened the floor to new topics. 

Other council members took to the floor, discussing topics that in the end would benefit them and their topics. [Name] searched through her notes, trying to get a proper idea of how she wanted to discuss her topic. 

Once the others went quiet, she finally spoke up. “I would like to discuss the toxic fumes that are currently leaking into the undercity.” She began, everyone looked at her attentively, even if some of the looks were disapproving at the mere fact she brought up the undercity. “Commander Kiramman led a search into the undercity with the goal of finding and capturing Jinx. While this search turned up empty handed, Kiramman used the ventilation system, causing a lot of toxic fumes to enter the city. At one point, Jinx blew up one of the blockage points. I would like for us to block it up sooner rather than later.” 

She turned to the woman next to her, assuming that she would agree since it is her territory. The woman only gave her a weird glare. [Name] could not read her expression, not knowing if she agreed with this or not. 

“We would be doing that with what materials again?” Another council member replied snobbily.

“That brings me to another point.” [Name] flipped through her notes to find the right point. “I believe that we should tear down the Hex Gate.” Some of the council members gasped out of surprise. They got so comfortable with hex tech that they almost forgot it no longer exists. “It is useless now, with the Hex Tech being unusable. But the tower was created with valuable materials that can be used for both Piltover and the Undercity.” 

The council room went silent as she waited for a response. After some time and consideration the man leading the meeting finally spoke up. “We will need a more detailed plan from you by our next meeting. We shall vote on it then.” He wrote a few notes down on the paper. “If no one else has anything to say, I will adjourn this meeting.” Everyone was quiet, confirming the end of the meeting. 

Everyone slowly got out of their chair, walking around and talking to each other about things unrelenting to the meeting. The woman from Zaun made a swift exit, not caring for any small talk with these people. 

[Name] quickly and soppily threw her files into the folders, holding them close to her chest she ran after the woman. “Excuse me!” She called out to the woman. “I never got your name.” 

The woman stopped, turning around to see who was calling after her. Her scowl stayed on her face as [Name] caught up. It was very clear she didn’t like being there and was trying to get out as quickly as possible. 

“Sevika.” She grunted out. 

She was about to turn around and walk away but [Name] continued talking, now that she had stopped her. “I was wondering if we could sit down and discuss what to do with the materials from the Hex Gate.” [Name] began to sort through her papers, trying to find the vague plan she wrote up in the middle of the night. “Personally, I was hoping to use those resources to help Zaun rebuild and expand. But I honestly know nothing about down there and knew that with your help and approval, I could build a stronger case.” She handed Sevika the papers.

She raised an eyebrow at [Name], merely glancing down at the papers. “You really think that they would vote for such a plan?”

“I mean yeah.” [Name]’s confidence faltered. “It’s all about playing the game right.”

“The game?” Sevika questioned handing the papers back, not interested in this plan.

“Yeah, you know.” [Name] slinked down. She wasn’t expecting to receive any push back from Sevika, since this plan purely benefited her and the people she was representing. “Creating a plan that benefits you, or whatever you want, but making it sound like it is benefiting everyone in the council. Everyone is there for their own reason, just like you and I. You just have to find a way to make it sound like you’re catering to those reasons.”

“So how does this plan of yours benefit you?” Sevika shook her hand that held the papers, saying she did not want them anymore and was not interested in looking over them.

[Name] grabbed the papers from her. Sevika began to walk down the halls. [Name] followed alongside her. “Well it mainly would benefit the people you are representing. But I was hoping that it would strengthen the bonds between Piltover and Zaun, meaning you and the rest of the council. Which would make things so much easier.”

Sevika stopped in her tracks, turning to [Name]. “Listen princess-” 

[Name] quickly cut her off, not liking being called that “You don’t have to call me by my official title. [Name] is just fine.”

Sevika raised an eyebrow to her, not understanding her words. Yet she continued, “I could care less about your politics or your hopes. I was only put in this position because there was no one else.” Sevika turned back around, walking down the hall, leaving [Name] behind.

[Name] wanted nothing more than her cooperation and was trying to find a way to have another talk with her. “There will be a party this weekend!” She shouted after Sevika as she continued to stomp away. “I don’t know if you were invited, but I’m inviting you. It would be nice to see you there.” 

Sevika rounded the corner, out of [Name]’s sight. [Name] deeply, turning back around to head to her office. She knew she had a whole lot of work and research to do, now that she would be completely on her own.

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Chapter 12

Hi everyone! I am so sorry it has taken me so long to post this chapter, I got my stuff repaired, so now I can actually type. I am hoping to write a bit more often, but exams are coming soon, and hence, I will probably not be able to post as much as I want, but I will try.

Warnings: Graphic injury (as usual), blood, violence

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You groaned inwardly after hearing Steve go through the 5th plan for the third time.

You knew you were getting overconfident, but your ‘episodes’ always left you filled with anxiety and mental fatigue.

“Steve,” you interrupted, “you know I love being prepared as much as the next teammate, but could I please just go and rest?”

He simply sighed, knowing sitting in one place was not your strongest suit.

“Y/n, your vision further emphasises the danger of this mission; hence, we need to be thoroughly prepared to avoid what you saw.”

You sighed, nodding your head and melting further into your chair. You could feel your girlfriends giving you a sympathetic smile from across the table.

They weren’t allowed to sit next to you after the 2nd time. (You accidentally zoned out during the entire mission briefing and proceeded to get shot within minutes of stepping into the field)

The moment Steve dismissed everyone, you bolted out, wanting to be anywhere but in a room.

Before you knew it, you were at your second favourite place on the compound (the first being in both your girlfriends’s arms): the new rooftop garden.

When Tony showed up at your room after your first very own mission, he noticed the plants and later inquired about your love of fauna. Before you knew it, the rooftop of your wing was remodelled into a gorgeous garden. 

Natasha had to be held by your witchy girlfriend to stop her from cackling out loud at Tony's very flustered expression when you started crying with joy and hugging the man.

That was where you had met Gabriel, the most adorable, dapper little gentle-teen who was in charge of gardening.

When you met, you immediately hit it off, bonding over your love of gardening and life itself. You adored his take on plants and were always excited when he came to share what he had learned in school.

You were brought out of daydreaming as two gorgeous women sat down on either side of you.

You felt your heart swell at the thought of getting to spend time with the two of them.

You three continued to sit in peaceful silence and watch the sun slowly set over the horizon.

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Natasha flopped on your bed with a content sigh. She’d never admit it, but she instantly felt calmer and lighter when she was in your room.

Wanda was watering the plants on the balcony, talking to them sweetly. Neither of them had really thought about plants before you came around, but the change was almost immediate. 

Wanda absolutely adored spending time on your balcony. She was filled with so much energy and happiness when she was in your room and the rooftop garden. She knew it had something to do with you, even local parks or forests did not make her feel the way plants that were personally looked after by you did. It was as though she could feel you through them; your power emanated from every leaf, stem, and petal.

She basked in the feeling a little more, waiting for you to come back from your meeting with her brother.

You entered your room quietly, holding two boxes of pizza, only to find Natasha asleep and Wanda staring at the stars. Your witchy girlfriend must’ve heard your thoughts cause her head snapped to you with a wide grin. She slid open the door to enter your room, causing Nat to wake up.

“Pizza time”, you whispered to the both of them, your smile widening at the hungry looks you received.

Wanda moaned at the first bite of her pepperoni slice. Your head snapped to her, mouth hanging open as the veggies from your slice just dripped back onto the open box.

Paying no mind to your reaction, Wanda continued to devour that slice of pizza, making sure both her girlfriends heard how much she was enjoying her food.

“You might want to eat that before it gets cold, detka,” Nat whispered in your ear.

You brought your attention back to your slice—or rather, what used to be your slice. Unbeknownst to you, all the cheese and veggies had fallen off the slice in your hands, leaving you with just a saucy base.

You ignored the giggles as you ate whatever you could, face burning in embarrassment.

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“That was amazing. Where did you get the pizza?” Natasha asked, cuddling further into you.

“I have no idea,” you replied. " Ask Pietro; he’s the one who got it from somewhere in Italy.”

Wanda’s head snapped up from your chest, glaring at you. “He did WHAT?”

You shrugged, “apparently, he’s getting faster and was more than willing to get me food.”

The witch scoffed, “he’s never done that for me, and I’m his sister.”

You smiled, kissing the tip of her nose. “He’s my best friend.”

Wanda merely rolled her eyes and rested her head back on your chest. 

Unable to help yourself, you egged her on. “Pretty sure he’d get me some lovely gelato if I asked hi- YEOWCH!”

You yelped as Wanda bit your neck.

“What the fuc- OW STOP WHY”

Wanda growled and continued to bite all over your torso.

“NAT HEL- OW NAT WHY”

You scrambled to get off the bed from your two bitey girlfriends but found yourself pinned to the bed by red wisps. You gave up, letting the bites and giggles continue until they eventually got tired enough to calm down and sleep.

You eventually fell asleep, dreaming of men in catsuits and a weird, ugly purple hulk.

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“… Not to my face, they didn’t. Why did someone say something?” 

You heard Natasha’s voice in your earpiece. 

You chuckled, sipping your iced coffee as you continued to listen to their banter.

They soon figured out the truck’s destination and acted accordingly. The moment you saw the truck break through the gates, you immediately sprinted towards them.

You were asked to stay hidden until necessary but were unable to ignore the cries of pain of the civilians caught in the fight. You healed as many as you could while keeping an eye on your team, gasping when you saw Steve kick a guy and launch him far away.

You noticed the mission became more complicated as they identified the infectious gas that was stolen.

You heard that Rumlow and his group split up and instinctively knew it was time for your secret backup plan.

You whispered ‘code Silver’ into your phone’s AI and immediately ran towards the market. There were a few civilians with broken bones because of the fight; one was shot. You helped them up, healing them without them realising. The sun hid the white glow of your powers, so it wasn’t noticeable unless someone was directly looking at the injured area.

You were able to use the tracking app to find out where Steve was and saw him throw his shield in the air as it exploded. Your eyes widened when you saw Rumlow charge towards Steve.

You sprinted as fast as you could to intercept but didn’t make it in time; Rumlow punched Steve with such force that Steve flew backwards straight into you. You winced as you felt your ribs break under the force, surprised at how well Steve ate that punch. You wanted to heal him, but his suit covered his entire body.

You got up and were about to help Steve when you saw movement from the corner of your eye.

You weren’t able to avoid the hit and ended up flying into a building with a sickening splat.

The moment you could, you opened your eyes to look around, finding yourself in an office surrounded by your blood and a few bits and pieces of your organs.

You whimpered as you felt your organs go back into the right place, your tibia snap back into place and heal.

You crawled to find Rumlow on his knees, glaring at Steve. You saw something in his hand and tried to scream out.

Rumlow was almost immediately encased in a red sphere. Wanda, Steve and you waited for the explosion that never went off. Rumlow looked at his trigger hand only to find it empty.

Realising there was no imminent danger, Wanda let go of the sphere, and Rumlow was tackled to the ground by Captain America.

You sighed in relief, letting your body relax.

Wanda was perplexed; she clearly saw a trigger in his hand right before he pressed it. When Steve tackled him to the ground, they saw no bomb or trigger on him.

“Wondering what happened?” She heard a familiar voice behind her.

She spun around to see her brother grinning, out of breath.

She immediately ran and hugged him, pulling back when she smelled his t-shirt.

“Piet.. how.. what.. why do you smell like smoke?”

He chuckled, “You can thank y/n for that; she gave me her spare tracker watch thing and told me to use it when I got the alert.”

Steve frowned as he overheard the conversation

“Why didn’t she inform us?”

The speedster simply shrugged, “Ask her, wait. Where is she?”

Wanda felt her heart drop; she looked around but couldn’t find you. She knew you were nearby, but because so many people were being evacuated from the market and nearby buildings, she couldn’t pinpoint your location or read your mind.

She walked up to Steve, who was helping Sam round everyone up to arrest them.

Before she could, the building nearest to the market exploded. She gasped as she saw you fall from a few stories up, unconscious.

No words were required; Pietro took Wanda to the building, where she used her magic to stop your fall, lowering you directly into Pietro’s arms. He let out a yell and let go of you, shaking his arms as you fell face-first onto the ground.

“PIETRO, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU” Wanda yelled, using her magic once again to raise you in the air.

She let out a yelp when she tried to touch you; your body was searing hot. Your skin was charred and glowing a faint red underneath.

Pietro reappeared wearing a bomb suit, picked you up and ran to the quinjet as fast as he could.

Wanda met with Natasha and updated her while both of them helped with clean up. 

It took another half hour before they were all able to get back on the quinjet.

They entered to see you fully heard, sitting in the med bay of the quinjet, sipping water, and talking to Pietro.

Your girlfriends immediately rushed to your side, asking you a bunch of questions and examining you to make sure you’re okay.

It took a whole hour before they calmed down enough to sit with you.

Steve and Sam joined you, having put the jet on autopilot.

“I’m glad to see you’re okay,” Steve said, “but I have to ask, how did you know to call Pietro for this mission? I thought he had his mission in Europe?”

Pietro cleared his throat. “Actually, I arrived last night... I didn’t want to go on this mission, so I didn’t tell anybody.”

Ignoring the way Steve stared at the speedster, you began to explain.

“I know I wasn’t paying a whole lot of attention yesterday at the meeting, but something still bothered me about it. So, I asked Piet to stay on call in case of an emergency. But because it wasn’t based on any evidence, I didn’t want to make it official and change the entire plan. I know it wasn’t my call; I’m sorry.”

You refused to meet anyone in the eye, ashamed of the secrecy. You did look up when you felt a hand on your foot.

“Your intuition saved many lives today. Besides, it showed us something we couldn’t have seen otherwise.”

You nodded solemnly, the possibilities making your mind race faster.

Pietro frowned, “What are you all nodding about?”

“The building y/n was in exploded,” Sam said

“Yeah.. so?”

Wanda looked at her brother “Piet, that was the building the Rumlow was near when I tried to stop him from pulling the trigger.”

Pietro stared at his sister as it slowly dawned on him.

“They wanted to make it look like your fault.” He said,

The witch nodded.

“Someone is trying to break up the Avengers…”

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tags: @marvelwomen-simp @nothanksbye07 @jono723@luadyjcmd@alexawynters @falloutboy-lover

[lavenlady]

Hai hello!

I really like your work and the way you present the characters ^^

Would you be interested in writing megatron or Optimus prime (whichever you prefer :3) x Organic/cybertronian reader? Maybe she was previously Sentinel's partner who he got as a gift for killing the rest of the primes? Maybe they knew her earlier as Orion pax or D-16?

I really like your work

I am happy that you liked it! I have decided to do both but more on D-16 side.

The reader will be a minicon - small but powerful!

Enjoy :3

✿Special Gift✿

D16/Megatron and Orion Pax/Optimus Prime

➤ You were 'taken in' by Sentinel Prime

➤ Forged a little after the betrayal so you do not know the truth, but found the perfect Prime suspicious - he was just too perfect

➤ You were a minicon and minicons posses the ability to power up cybertronians, so Sentinel saw usefulness in you and decided to let you keep your cog, even then you only reached the hip of a miner bot

➤ It was a win-win for Sentinel, he just kept getting more and more powerful after his successful 'promotion' - a special gift that made him more of an Icon in Iacon

➤ Oh how many times he showed off with your help and called you his partner

➤ You were usually by Sentinels side in Iacon but were always left behind when the Prime went searching for the Matrix of Leadership

➤ You couldn't really go anywhere, but after the Iacon 5000 race you were intrigued by those two miners - Orion Pax and D-16

➤ You probably saw how Darkwing threw them into Sub-level 50 and decided to follow them

" So you are the miners that took part in the race. I never knew I would see this in my entire onlining! "

➤ You accompanied them to the surface and finally got to know everyone better, mainly D-16 and Orion Pax

" You sneaked into the archives, nearly got beaten and was close to fall into the void?! On a daily basis?! And I thought I had an exciting life! "

" You are on top of the sector and use a steel bag to train?! You are so strong! I bet you could snap someone in half! "

➤ Then finally finding out the truth...

" Ha! I knew it! There was something fishy about him! "

➤ And others finally got their cogs and you got an upgrade, but couldn't really check as you had to run away

➤ Others had quite a difficulty in transforming and thus you decided in the end to cling to D-16

➤ Then High Guard takes you hostage and D-16 takes on Starscream, but you couldn't just sit there and watch

➤ So you jumped to help D-16, transforming into his fusion cannon, but quite more upgraded

➤ Now you can imagine how easier it was to find them when D-16 fired into the sky

➤ Then Sentinel's pawns capture you and you finally met Sentinel again

➤ All is the same, but as D-16 is about to be branded, you finally transform and jump at Sentinels face trying to buy others time

➤ In the end Sentinel breaks your knee joints to keep you in place and that fuels even more D-16's rage - or rather said fury

➤ His new friend used and forced to do as the false Prime says? Not gonna happen again

➤ Then the branding, the fight that you decided to take part in only wishing for the treachery of Sentinel to end, not expecting Orion's actions

➤ And finally Orion gets shot

➤ You and D-16 didn't want that to happen and especially didn't plan on killing their friend

➤ It was D-16 decision to drop down Orion into the void, but you couldn't really find the reason to leave him - you have to get rid of the false prime still, it was his fault after all

➤ You and now Megatron, after getting the Megatronus Prime's cog and a power up, plan to fix Iacon all together

➤ Then Optimus Prime comes and the battle followed by banishment

➤ You didn't know who to choose, you really liked both of your friends

➤ But at the same time....

➤ Not everything can be solved without violence, it was needed to be done and you will - for now - stand by it

➤ Feeling sad that you have lost some of your friends, but at least you still have D- Megatron left

➤ He promised a new, better future and you are going to help in achieving it, even if it ment to offline in process

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(anyway here is the height I imagine the reader having

The cybertronians in Tf One are huge so minicons have to be quite bigger to fit with proportions - at least i think)

[literaticat]

It took me a while to stop crying and resolve to help people who will be targeted (starting 1/20/25). I am also trying to reconnect to even a scrap of joy, by tiptoeing back into writing. But...I keep analyzing my WIPs through the lens of how That Guy will be making half the country feel, wondering, "Is X funny enough? Is Y topic too serious?" Help?! Is it worth writing/querying anything that's not totally escapist? Are there genres that should just stay in a drawer right now?

No need to wait until January to help people! :-)

As to the writing piece: I think you are overthinking it. And hey, I get that! Half the country is still somewhat in "reeling mode", it hasn't even been a month, no need to make any huge decisions or change the course of your writing life or fret about queries that you aren't ready to send anyway right this second. Give yourself some grace. Do some deep breathing.

Nobody knows what the future will bring.

Hey, maybe people will want to read more than they ever have and publishing will thrive across all genres. Maybe there will be an unforeseen trend of books about cowboys in space or something that will make a genre flourish that we haven't ever even thought of before!

Or, maybe the tarriffs will eff publishing up so badly we won't need to worry about ANY genres anymore. Maybe he'll sell us all to Daddy Vladdy for a nickel or start Civil War II and we'll all have to become resistance fighters. (Or, maybe we'll get lucky and the meteor will come; that might be better, because I don't have much to offer in the way of actual resistance fighting unless the troops need children's books or cookies!)

But since none of those lines of thinking are particularly helpful or healthy, maybe let's not focus on speculating about all the random possible scenarios. It's too much! Your brain will break!

Here's what is within your purview: YOUR LITTLE CORNER OF THE WORLD. That includes your work, yes, but also your home, your family, your personal behavior and habits, your physical and mental health, and the well-being of your communities (both literal, like, the people who live near you, and figurative, the people near you or even across the country or the globe with whom you have shared values, etc)

I'm not an expert obvs, but I do feel like, when I stop "reeling" and thinking about whatever bizzaro outrage some politician is perpetrating and start thinking about what tangible things I can do to help support MY LITTLE CORNER OF THE WORLD, I feel a lot better. More useful.

(Like, how about instead of doomscrolling, I actually take that time and put my impotent rage to use pulling out the dying tomato plants and getting the yard ready for winter? How about instead of crying into my pillow, I gather a bunch of stuff to donate to a local charity? OH LOOK, I FORGOT ABOUT THE NEWS FOR A WHILE AND GOT THINGS DONE AND MADE MY CORNER OF THE WORLD BETTER! And now I'm tired and can take a nice shower and watch something silly on TV and go to sleep! Yay!)

What I'm saying is, AFTER you do the deep breathing and give yourself grace and all that stuff -- maybe DON'T think about your WIPS through the lens of "OMG what horror show is that freak in the white house doing" or "what will random terrible people think about what I'm doing" -- but rather, think, how do *I* feel about what I'm doing?

We have limited time on this earth -- do you WANT to spend your time on this? Will working on this bring you joy? Does the idea of writing it excite you? Will it reading it bring other people in your communities joy, or hope, or escapism, or important information, or inspiration, or *something else positive*? Those are the kinds of projects you should focus on, imo.

Obviously I have no clue what "Trends" will be coming up in the future, or what the publishing landscape or the world will look like at all -- but I DO SUSPECT that what we will need the most is books that bring something positive to the table. Whether that means a book full of pure delight/escapist entertainment, or reminders about what is beautiful in the world and special about humanity, or tools to help people enact change, or fuel for the next generation of rebels and resistance fighters, or whatever it is.

And, I think that "something positive" could come in the form of fiction, nonfiction, and pretty much ANY genre or category.

(Probably not a great time for extremely bleak / hopeless books, and certainly not a great time for books that you yourself are not passionate about. Writing and publishing is hard enough - don't do the projects that are a misery on top of all that!)

[witherfide]

oaiwhwjwjw i just want to attack some ppl but i can’t look at anyone’s refs rn :,(

still not entirely sure what i do yet

i just.. find someone’s character i like then draw it?

and they may or may not attack me?

i appreciate how laidback it is but my autism needs very specific instructions or else i short-circuit from the fear of doing something wrong

[obsob]

i am a being capable of immeasurable love and whimsy

[ilovedthestars]

i have. too many things to do.

[leucoratia]

Kraz, royal healer

Kraz (Razzy if they like you(but they like everyone)(except Jerry)) is a human (?) mage who voluntarily exiled themselves to the underground to follow monsterkind during the war. They are later appointed royal healer by the king and queen and has devoted themselves to the betterment of monster society ever since. They are the only human the royal scientist ever tolerated (although would you call sharing lab coats and beds tolerating or...something else?)

Information

-Species : mage (half monster, half human)

-Age : older than the barrier. As long as they will to live, it appears that a mage cannot age.

-Gender : apparently born a female, although it is unclear how sexual dimorphism develops in mages. Kraz does not specifically care.

-Soul : Green

-Height : 1.99m (6'5)

-Hair colour : Black (somehow iridescent ?)

-Eye colour : deep dark brown. Their sclera is grey as well.

-Build : sickly thin, actually skin and bones. They never eat much of anything, claiming that they do not need a lot of food. It worries people quite a lot, especially Toriel, but they have been like this for hundreds of years so... at least they're not dead ? Still, they scare the kids.

-Personnality : a sweet, calming presence. They exude an aura which makes anyone around them feel at peace. Although they are quite akward and generally anxious, they smile easily and brightly. Kraz is very friendly, caring, and kind to a fault. has quite an outdated manner of speech. A jokester. Always does their best to please people around them. Deeply devoted. Probably has some sort of attention deficit. Easily fascinated. Suffers from chronic bird behaviour (will bring you trinkets??).

-Likes : gardening, playing the piano, cooking, puzzles, collecting shiny trinkets, science, herbal medicine, cultivating bacteria, gift giving, late 1800's fashion, dark spaces, funny socks, Gaster.

-Dislikes : loud noises (especially clamoring crowds), being watched, sudden movements, bright reflective surfaces, small enclosed spaces, bitter foods.

Backstory

Kraz was born to a human mother and a monster father during the war, as mages often are. Abandoned by their mother, who could not endure the shame of their birth, they were taken under their father’s wing and raised amongst a small monster village. Early on, they manifested an extremely intense green soul and spectacular magical power, even for a mage. Although unequipped and unprepared to nurture such potential, the monsters in Kraz's community did their best to encourage the toddler's magical prowess, such as having them heal cuts and bruises, or speed up a few carrots' growth. But as war progressed, human armies swept through monster territory and eventually raided the child's village, pillaging and slaughtering everyone in their path. In these times mages were rare, being the product of monster-human relationships, but extremely sought after by humanity, who could only manifest minor magic potential. Stumbling upon the young Kraz and recognising in their physiology the traits of a "hybrid", human soldiers immediately identified them as a mage and took them away to be raised amongst humans. Their father, if he ever survived the attack, never stopped looking for his little bird until his dust settled on the ground. And so Kraz was raised in human war camps and settlements, amongst soldiers and other mages. Being so young, they only ever had vague memories of their time amongst monsters and soon put them to rest. As they grew, their healing powers grew with them, and it was soon clear to the commanders that Kraz may as well be the most spectacular healer that they had ever known, capable of rising men at death's door back on their feet and ready to fight in mere minutes. Suffice to say, as one of their greatest asset, they were sent from battlefield to battlefield, from division to division in order to rise the almost dead and reinforce the dwindling human forces. But they had a fault. Kraz, at their heart, was kind. Compassionate. Caring. And oh so, so young still, no more than fifteen. And the pain, the suffering inflicted by and to monsters broke their soul into pieces. See, despite all the propaganda, they could never quite bring themselves to hate monsters. Hate half of themselves. And so in the midst of the battle's confusion, in secret, they would slip a hand or a green bullet towards a bleeding frog here. A dusting lion there. They wished they could just run to them and pour their whole magic into the wounded, but the human soldiers watched them. Always. But eventually, as war was nearing its end, temptation was too great. They could take it no more. And so during a bloody battle, they slipped away from the soldiers surrounding them and ran to a fallen monster, who was already dusting away. A skeleton. The young mage fell to their knees, reaching for the monster's broken face with magic already at their fingertips and reassurances spilling from their lip, and poured everything they had left as the soldier tried to struggle and speak. He barely was able to call to them, in a language they didn't know, his bones just starting to reform, but fate is oh so cruel. Kraz could only slip their guard's attention for so long, and just as life started to flicker back in the man's face, they were torn off his bloodied body and promptly covered in his dust, their work undone by the fall of a sword. As the soldiers dragged the teen away, they could only claw down at the dusty floor to rack up the dust, and a nametag. Dingbats.

"Traitor", they were deemed. "An error of nature", "a freak", they were called. But a valuable freak nonetheless. Their magical abilities were still wholly unmatched through all of the land. They were needed. And so Kraz was beaten down, corrected, whipped back into shape. Into following orders. Royals spoke of banishment. Of a barrier. And they needed mages.

Finally, monsters were defeated. They were to be sealed underground. Kraz and the other mages assembled, staring down at a beaten monsterkind, a sea of eyes and bleeding hearts crying out at them as they chanted the words.

They couldn't do it. They couldn't.

They ran to them.

As the barrier rose up, this child fell to their knees in front of Asgore and Toriel and begged them to let them stay. To right this wrong. To help. They did.

And so Kraz poured their heart out. It wasn't easy, getting monsters to accept human help, even though they shared some physical traits. They slaved away for nothing in return, growing crops magically in dead ground and never taking even a grain of wheat for themselves. Endlessly imbuing water with their energy to create remedies for everyone. Only accepting the bare minimum of food to stay alive, even though they felt as if they were tearing this food away from the hands of the needy. They tried so, so hard to repair humanity's sins. Clear their name in the eyes of monsters.

And eventually, it somewhat worked. Instead of frowns, they were faced with smiles. Children stopped crying when they saw the healer's incomplete beak and started to spare them a smile. The elderly stopped refusing treatment from them. And even though they still had to face a seemingly unclimbable wall as they began further studies in medicine, biology and microbiology, chemistry, agricultural sciences, magical studies, anything to broaden their knowledge and help, they made it. (No thanks to the shy, awkward, standoffish and straight up rude engineering-chemistry-physics student which whom the king and queen pushed Kraz to hang out with. They said that it would "help the both of you, you kids would work beautifully together". Not that the mage minded, as a matter of fact they quite enjoyed his presence and always did their best to be agreeable and overall lovely company; but the skeleton never quite seemed to get over his absolute loathing of humans. Oh well, no matter. They'll keep trying anyways.). Eventually they did succeed and ascended to the position of "tolerable fellow student who I regularly hang out with" in the eyes of their adversary. When Kraz got their first doctorate, in medicine, WingDings even cracked a smile. And as the two completed their studies, the now mage-doctor was promoted to "acceptable collaborator". A win for the ages!

Kraz finally moved out of the derelict place they were practicing medicine in since the war to a more acceptable place (which was, well, their newly furnished house, courtesy of the royal family for their friendship and as a congratulatory gift for their doctorate) and kept working as always. But with an official title to strengthen their position, and what some may call a reluctant friend, things seemed lighter. Monsters were flocking to their office, business (which was still free but their patients insisted on leaving little somethings) was booming, their ties to their fellow "collaborator " deepening, and the doctor became sincerely appreciated in their community. Maybe not in all monsterdom yet, memories of the war never quite fading, but it was progress. Things were going well.

But it seemed that fate had other plans.

One day, plague broke out. The illness decimated monster populations, entire families perishing from an unknown condition.

And Kraz, oh Kraz, tried everything. Every spell, every potion, every cure they could think of. Nothing worked. They asked for help to the other healers, consulted with other scientists, even asked the engineers if they could think of something, anything. Nothing worked. They could only watch as the malady swept through monsters, powerless to watch them die, just like they did during the war.

No. No.

They would not stand for it, they would not STAND FOR THIS !! They will find a cure. At any cost.

They locked themselves in their laboratory.

One day. Two days.

Three days.

Six days.

Eight days.

Their colleagues had tried banging on the door, shouting at them to come out, to go home, they would not answer. They called for the doctor’s friends, to no avail. Eventually, it was WingDings Gaster, the royal scientist himself, to be at their door threatening them to “kick their feathery ass if it’s the last thing he does” in order to get them to open the damn door.

No answer.

But the royal scientist was a stubborn man. And when words failed, he proceeded to take the door’s security system apart and barge into the lab, only to be taken aback by the stench. He covered his non-existent nose with a sleeve and bit back the urge to let last night’s dinner see the light of day again, ushering the doctor’s worried coworkers away. It reeked of illness. It reeked of plague. The skeleton, being the only one without lungs and hence immune to all airborne diseases, made his way through the mess of papers, vials and…patches of blood and hair…to the form bent over his friend’s table. Kraz was staring straight at him with their big, beady dark eyes which seemed to be glazed over. They looked even paler than they usually do, which is to say whiter than snow, and seemed so frail that they could snap at any moment. Their face was also swimming in what seemed to be bloodied spit, over a mountain of papers scribbled with words that made no sense. Suffice to say, they looked like death itself. They looked dead.

It was as if Gaster’s bones were made of ice. Barely thinking, he grabbed his friend’s limp body, by Asgore were they TALL, and zapped away somewhere safe. Somewhere clean. His place, apparently.

He cleaned Kraz. Changed them. Laid them in bed. Listened to their delirious babbles, relieved that at least they were alive. In a moment of clarity, the doctor pleaded him to retrieve some instruments from their lab and conduct a series of tests on samples of their blood, which he was urged to collect daily.

“I need to help them Dings. Please. Please, I beg of you, do this for them. Or else I would have done this for nothing. Please.”

Eventually, the unthinkable happened. They got better, the little colour their cheeks normally had returned. As soon as the healer could walk again, they were out of their friend’s house and back in their lab (ignoring everyone’s admonishments). Barely a week later, there was a cure for the seemingly incurable plague.

Monsterkind was saved.

And everything was truly fine. Kraz was promoted to Royal Doctor (a fact they endlessly teased Gaster with, because Now you can’t boss me around anymore mister science man), was granted a whole department in the Hotland labs, and was now revered though the kingdom! Their promotion to head doctor was also accompanied by another, to the exclusive rank of “beloved special stupid idiot who gave themselves the plague” in the soul of a certain someone. They weren’t going to live that one down anytime soon. But well, when the royal scientist’s coworkers noticed that his lunch was packed daily in the common room fridge with “Do not forget nourishment today dear, I will see you tonight at our usual, -A stupid idiot “stuck to it, let’s say that the air in the Core labs was decidedly more pleasant. And Alphys, a young intern that the Doctor befriended during one of their numerous visits to their collaborator-friend-lover(?),  could barely contain her gushing to anyone that might listen.

Yes. Times were good.

Until a human fell.

[stillresolved]

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[samarecharm]

My younger sister is playing the base p5

[pollen]

i've been diving a lot deeper into adhd symptoms and comorbidities and misdiagnoses and whenever i tell my boyfriend something i learned that sounds like me he responds with something like

[dreamlogic]

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