#i did get that i would be able to transform into an elephant from that random generator. maybe that's me.

[spiribia]

i'm halfway mad that people never post pics of the creatures in fanmade mod Fallout London but it does lead to really delightful surprises on the occasions they do

[rjzimmerman]

Excerpt from this Op-Ed from The New Republic:

The terrifying truth of the climate and mass extinction crises is that we don’t understand all that we stand to lose. And without extraordinary acts of imagination and foresight, as a society, we won’t understand what’s being lost till it’s too late—at which time we’ll have to look back at what we might have done with a heartbreak and remorse that have no remedy. 

So we need to protect the living world with the best tool we have: the law.

Evolution is slow, while the climate is changing at a breakneck pace. For organisms like elephants and whales, who can live as long as we do, or trees, who live much longer, both the path to potential adaptation to this rapidly morphing planet and the path to our understanding may stretch beyond any time frame that could help us to save them before the clock strikes midnight. 

Small animals, whose lives and reproductive cycles tend to be shorter, can be more readily studied across generations. Some researchers have seen signs of resilience: Mother zebra finches in Australia, one scientist found, warn the embryos inside their eggs of warming conditions outside by uttering certain calls. The chicks those embryos hatch into have lower birth weights than those who weren’t exposed to the mothers’ calls, which helps the young birds stay cool in hot weather. Lizards in Miami appeared to lower their cold-tolerance thresholds in response to a cold snap in 2020, which might defend against future environmental fluctuations; certain male dragonflies grow paler in warmer weather, losing some of the bright ornamentation that attracts females but making them less vulnerable to overheating.

But examples of seemingly speedy accommodation are tiny flags fluttering on a battlefield where the overwhelming outlook for biodiversity is catastrophic. Instead of shifting gradually over thousands or even millions of years, environments are being transformed so fast that adaptive mechanisms don’t have the opportunity to kick in. 

In many cases, due to human-caused habitat loss and other pressures, of which the unstable climate is a massive threat multiplier, strategies that may have saved other life forms historically are no longer available to them: Pikas, for instance—cute little squeaking mammals native to western North America and Asia—may be able to move up a mountain to reach colder climes as the lower elevations get too hot, but if they reach the peak and it gets hot too, well … there’s nothing left for that wingless pika but the bare blue sky. The desert where I live is getting too hot even for arid-adapted wildlife—a lizard that had thrived in Arizona’s Mule Mountains for three million years is now newly believed extinct, and plants from the small acuña cactus to the Seussian Joshua tree are struggling to hang on.

The list of our dependencies on the other beings with whom we’ve coevolved is nearly infinite. So visionary policy is called for to protect those other beings and systems—not only for their intrinsic and cultural value but because they’re our life support, worth far more to our continued welfare intact than liquidated for short-term profit. If the goal is a livable future, for which we need to achieve a paradigm shift from exploitation to conservation, the services these networks of life supply need to be fully and properly valued. Their right to exist has to be enshrined in law.

Both domestically and internationally, species and ecosystems need to be endowed with legal standing to give local and native stewards the tools to save them from the depredations of industry in the short term and sustain them over the long. 

Luckily, bestowing legal standing on extra-human parties isn’t a fanciful idea: The U.S. Supreme Court did exactly that in the 2010 case known as Citizens United, when it declared that corporations were legal persons—a decision that hobbled American democracy but also set a neat precedent for extending legal personhood to nonhuman entities. And corporations are clearly more abstract and disembodied than animals: Just a couple of weeks ago scientists and philosophers from many nations published the New York Declaration on Animal Consciousness, which argues for the likelihood of consciousness in all vertebrates and many invertebrates, including cephalopods and insects.  

[numberonesnarkfan]

Rich fic 2

Harley had quickly had a large collar designed for Rich. It was adapted from an elephant tracking collar, designed to stay on at all times. He left the tracker as part of the design, but added several extra features. For one, there were the electroshock stimulators, and another was a hook designed to allow Sawyer to attach a heavy-duty leash to Rich, either to keep him in one place, or…

Harley tugged on the leash harshly. Rich made a low grunting noise in protest and refused to budge, which earned him another tug, which in turn, pulled a throaty growl from him.

Harley tutted.

“Now, now. Don’t you growl at me. I’ve been nothing but charitable to you, Rich, I expect some cooperation in return. Respect is a two-way street, and I’d like to see us both walking it. Or… Rather, me walking it, and you sort of lumbering.��

Harley swore he saw the beast roll its eyes.

“Now, beast. Move!”

He gave another harsh pull and Rich rumbled deeply, but rose to his paws and began to slowly trail Harley.

“Good Richie.” Harley praised, although his voice was still jaded and annoyed sounding. “Now, we’re going to go out and see all your many friends. Isn’t that exciting?” he taunted.

He worried for a moment he’d perhaps taken the mocking a little too far, as Rich narrowed his eyes and made a deep warning noise. It sounded akin to the roar of a brown bear. But, even so, he continued to lumber behind him.

Harley was not a fan of how slow he had to be to allow Rich to keep up with him. He expected something that large to be able to move rather quickly, but it seemed not. Perhaps because of all of that fat, not aided by his stumpy legs.

Finally, they stepped out into a circular room, which immediately erupted into gasps and cheers. Rich stiffened, but Harley gave another sharp tug. He reluctantly followed his direction. Rich felt huge and exposed, unable to speak, to plead his case to the faces in the shocked audience that he recognised.

“One-Eight-Zero-Five. Sit.” Harley ordered. Rich would have much preferred to growl and roar, but he could see his hand resting on the wireless controller that activated his collar, so, instead, he lowered his belly to the floor. He couldn’t exactly sit like a dog due to the shape of his body, but laying down seemed to be good enough for Harley. All of the members of the audience seemed to be employees of the company or investors. He saw Stuart’s face in the crowd. He looked away quickly.

“Now, I’ve kept you waiting long enough, I’m sure.” Harley started, “Before we begin, I’d like to remind you all of the NDA you signed coming in. This,” he gestured to Rich, “Is the first subject of our new Bigger Bodies initiative. One of our employees here at the company was unfortunately left comatose after an accident,” That wasn’t true, Rich thought, “but, innovators as we are, we thought that there must be a way to save them before it was too late. So, instead of placing them inside the toy, we put the toy.. Inside of them. It’s true! This beast was once a man, on the very precipice of death. But, once again, we have done the impossible.”

Dr. Sawyer continued to address the crowd in a carefully measured cadence, but Rich wasn’t paying attention anymore. He felt a strange feeling bubbling up inside of him. It was a physical sensation that ran through his bones. He didn’t know what was happening, but he remembered the pain of his first transformation. If this was anything like that, he figured he may as well let it out. So, he lowered his head to the floor, his vision blurring and doubling as the sensation built. It did not hurt, it made him feel tired and far away. He closed his eyes.

The voices around him started to become urgent and loud.

“What’s happening?!” an audience member yelled.

“Look at it! What’s it doing?”

“Awe, shit!” He heard commotion, as if someone was getting up to run away.

“Dr. Sawyer, is it alright?” a woman asked from the crowd.

“Oh my god, it’s shrinking!”

“Is it turning back into a human?”

“It is! It is, look!”

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!”

“1805!” That was the voice of Dr. Sawyer calling to him. He was so tired… He let himself lay sideways on the floor. He could feel his limbs re-forming, patches of fur returning to skin and hair.

“Is he naked??”

“What the hell!”

“Is he dead?!”

“Is that…!”

It was quiet, but Rich could hear Stu’s voice from the back of the room.

“Richie…”

Then, the voices faded away.

[wlw-stanbot]

Time continued to pass both slowly and quickly for the new lovers. Lazy hands barely brushing damp skin turned into more fervent motions that ended in sore throats and bodies, then back again to slow breathed snuggles. The cycle continued to repeat as they dozed, and fucked, and worshiped each other for an unknown amount of time. Eventually, the pattern was broken by hunger.

Kate threw a frozen pizza in the oven to make the break in pattern as short as possible. Yelena took the chance to jump in the much nicer shower hiding in the basement behind the spiral staircase. Chef Kate couldn’t resist joining, of course. Their dance together under the power of multiple showerheads went much better than the first one over a week ago.

The pizza almost burned as freshly cleaned hands helped Kate guide Yelena through another orgasm with her back pressed into the finely laid tile of a glass doored shower and one leg hooked around Kate’s waist.

Getting fucked into mindlessness by Yelena’s strap was one of the best feelings Kate had ever experienced, but the way the blonde’s body submitted to her had started to unlock another addiction. The uncontrollable moans, the twitching, squeezing muscles that surrounded her hands and the dark eyes that pinched and plead for release filled her whole being to such an extent that she felt like she would never be able to be rid of them, no matter how many miles eventually ended up between the two.

They didn’t talk about the elephant of Kate having to go back to NYC in a few weeks, but conversation over a single plate of stuffed crust supreme, half covered in hot sauce -  Yelena’s favorite, of course - eventually led to Kate being able to broach the subject of what she had originally wanted to ask for…before their attentions turned to seeking as much pleasure in each other as possible.

Yelena’s teasing voice reached over the empty plate between them, “So, full report, did I give you what you needed, Kate Bishop?”

Kate laughed sarcastically, “I don’t know if I exactly needed that many orgasms but, it was pretty good.”

“Um, that was more than pretty good. How dare you?” Yelena leaned over the plate, menacing Kate with a look of faux shock.

Kate laughed deeply as she moved the plate from between them and replaced it with her own body, “Ok, ok, you’re as great a lover as you are a killer, maybe better.” She nuzzled into Yelena’s shoulder, sending them both back into a near prone position propped up on thick, down feather stuffed pillows.

Yelena grinned softly then placed a firm chin on the top of Kate’s head, “I’m glad I didn’t kill you.”

Kate shifted her head to look upward, forcing Yelena’s chin to drop. Her ardent blue met the playfulness of Yelena’s green with more serious intent, “I’m glad I didn’t kill you .”

“Like you could have.” Yelena didn’t bother trying to hide the roll of her eyes.

Chapter 16 is up. It's cute!

[crancisfrozier]

Okay I just finished the s2 finale and I’d like to give me personal two cents:

I love this finale and I adored this season. Was it perfect? No certainly not, it was a little messy actually. BUT I don’t fault the writers or the show in general for that. In fact, I think it’s impressive as fuck that they were able to weave all these narrative threads and tie up plots in EIGHT THIRTY-MINUTE EPISODES. That is fucking incredible. And not only that, but it seems like DJenks knew a third season wasn’t a guarantee and wanted us to leave in a place we could be happy with if it doesn’t get a third season and I adore him for that. Because there are SO many shows and showrunners who would take the fandom for granted and leave on a terrible terrible cliffhanger. But David wanted us (and Stede and Ed) to have a little peace after everything we’ve been through.

Now for the elephant in the room…Izzy Hands. What a transformation he had this season. He went from having a pretty dedicated section of antis in the fandom to being one of the most adored characters on the show. And I am perfectly okay with the fact that they killed him off. Because I know it wasn’t just for cheap shock value and it wasn’t a “bury your gays” moment because everyone in this show is gay. Izzy Hands represented so many things in this show, but most importantly he represented the Old Ways. The golden age of piracy, the fuel to Blackbeard’s fire. With him also dies that age of piracy and Blackbeard too. It also ties in very nicely with Stede’s arc, where both of the captain’s first mates are gone now. Still ever-loyal and watching over them, but Ed and Stede are now free of that old life. They can be whoever they want to be.

However…I can also understand some of the backlash being aimed at the show. Because in a way, they did this to themselves. The universe of OFMD operates on cartoon rules. Roach jumps off the mast, crashes into the ship, and is completely fine with no injuries. Stede is stabbed and hanged and looks bad for one episode then is completely fine in the next (and then gets stabbed a second time two episodes later and is completely fine)! Ed gets beaten to a pulp by his crew, smashed in the head with a cannonball, literally returns from the dead, and then is completely fine the next episode. Izzy survived a fucking field amputation!! So of course there will be a portion of your audience that is completely shell shocked when a now-beloved character ACTUALLY dies. And from one measly bullet no less. It’s going to seem upsetting and not real because it doesn’t seem to fit with the established rules of this universe. So I understand people’s frustration and even anger, although I hope people aren’t being horrible to DJenks on twitter and I do not condone any harassment of the cast and crew over a fucking writing decision.

All I can say is that I hope people can understand why this happened narratively and not let it affect their opinion of the show or the fervor to get a season 3, hopefully one with way more episodes and a much better budget. This show still loves and cares about us and about all its queer characters, I can promise you that without a doubt.

[ivycorp]

Hearts and Sparks: Day 1: Similarities | Differences

Continuity: Transformers Animated

Relationship: Megatron/Isaac Sumdac

Having to work with your ex-captor was not an easy thing to do - especially if both parties saw each other as such.

This was the case for both Megatron and Isaac Sumdac, who were forced to cooperate for the sake of the young protoform that the man took as his daughter; a girl who somehow managed to activate the mechs carrier protocols upon her self-imposed artificial upgrade. Sari was mortified to learn of her alien nature, but getting to see the Leader of the Decepticons look at her and stop the assault during the fight made the situation way weirder.

Hearing Megatron let out an odd, soft noise, right there in the middle of the battlefield, and responding to it with an inhuman chirp before she could stop it made the others freeze too.

It was also the same day she heard her father curse in public for the first time. 

The ceasefire had been hastily called upon, with both sides of conflict unsure how to proceed with this cross-faction discovery. With the active combat halting, Sari had been called upon as the most impacted party to settle the question of custody - since, in both legal systems, she should still be with a caretaker. 

Megatron did not miss the opportunity to tell her that in Cybertronian years, she would be expected at least another few decades before she would not classify as a sparkling. To which the doctor countered that if she turns off age on Earth, she would be an adult and thus able to do whatever she saw fit to be. They both glared at each other across the table, and the meeting adjourned, with a promise to pick up the next day.

The next day proved that Sentinel's understanding of the fragility of this situation was not at an estimated 'low, and not caring' but at 'none, but sensing weakness'. 

The flagship of the Autobot forces came in with ample support, dead set to either blow Megatron up by using the distraction, or by killing the abomination that had the nerve to share any of the coding with the Decepticon. A chance to surrender had been given, but Optimus could see by the hard looks shared by Professor Sumdac and the warlord that it would not be taken.

Carrier protocols and parental protectiveness kicked in, and the threat to Sari had been taken as a serious offense.

When the short man turned on the defenses of the tower, Megatron was already sending out orders for the off-world Dexepticon forces to come in, and getting his troops mobilized to prepare for aerial defense. Optimus and the rest of the crew went on to deal with crowd control and a furious attempt to call Sentinel to stop this madness unless he wanted the entire planet and Decepticon forces to turn hostile on them.

The call was dropped multiple times before they managed to connect; after lots of very careful words on Optimus's side, and considerably more angry responses from Sentinel, they managed to open the negotiations from the next day. 

Which led to the current arrangement: everyone sitting at Sumdac Tower, trying to ignore the elephant in the room - the angry tension between the man and the warlord.

The terse silence that fell between them was charged, and after a few angry words flying both ways, no one talked to them anymore. Sari was so tired she fell asleep at one of the chairs, and the rest of both crews decided to use the opportunity to recharge as well.

All but Isaac and Megatron, who instead stood still, arms crossed.

"You should rest, you are swaying on your feet," advised the mech quietly, digit tapping lightly. The human snorted, shifting his stance with a frown at the tiredness that was making the nearby sofa look enticing.

"Like I can trust you to take my eyes off you even for a second," he replied in an accusatory whisper. The gray Con smirked, optics glinting at the tone.

"Can't I say the same about you, professor?" the mech goaded, he gestured to the lab in which they resided, before he added:

"Not so long ago I was at your mercy, my frame a tool for your use - you can't expect me to relax in these walls, not to mention re-charge."

"You then took me away and forced me to work for you - so pardon me if I don't trust you to not pull something similar with my child," the man retorted, keeping a watchful eye on the sleeping girl. A sigh from the warlord caught his attention.

"I have no ill intentions towards her, professor, and while I don't feel sorry for kidnapping you, I know she holds you in high regard and will not risk causing distress like that so soon into the development cycle," he said, optics softening when he looked at the resting Sari. They both observed her for a while in silence, but it lost some of the tension from before.

"She is everything to me, you know?" Sumdac said wistfully, face filled with longing. The large mech hummed, before he offered in return:

"Now that I know the truth about her, I share the sentiment, even if it is just the carrier coding speaking through me - and I do have to admit you kept her healthy and well this entire time, so some thanks are due, professor."

Isaac chuckled, as he stretched his arms out.

"Well, I did what I could - though I am not getting any younger, and it worries me," he mentioned, masking a tired yawn. Megatron nodded in understanding.

"She will live far longer than any human if she takes after the Cybertronian heritage," he explained, but before Sumdac could find this in any way alarming, he continued:

"But unless I die in battle, I still have a long enough time to make sure she develops into her final upgrade with as much care and support as she would require."

Isaac did not like the idea of his death, but he had to agree to the assessment - Megatron had a much bigger chance to offer Sari any sort of help into the Cybertronian way of life than he could, even with decades of studying one in detail. Yet, one question remained:

"Only if she became a Decepticon, am I correct?"

The warlord did not look surprised at this question, and he shook his helm.

"As much as I would prefer her to join, I will not force my progeny to be part of the Cause - it's a personal decision and it has no impact on the care I wish to provide," he admitted, before he looked away for a second, gaze affixed in a random piece of tiling. 

"Nor would I bar her from joining the Autobots, should she wish to do so later on, as much as it would cause me great dismay."

Sumdac blinked, stumped by this promise. He knew the mech was adept at manipulation, but he had time to learn the usual tells of lies and half-truths. 

He saw none.

Looking thoughtfully at Sari, and at the distracted Decepticon, he reached his own conclusion: 

To hell with it.

He turned towards the couch and grabbed a hold of the pillows and blankets bundled on it. Under the curious watch of the mech, he formed a small nest-like structure to which he shifted Sari into, hoping it would spare her creaks in the neck from sleeping on the desk. She didn't wake up, curling down instead under the blanket she was covered with. 

The short man was surprised to hear soft whirrs coming from the girl, and Megatron decided to chime in:

"It's the cooling fans - she must have had them added in the upgrade to compensate for the flight capable frame," he explained with pride, as he was happy to see his offspring get the opportunity to enjoy the freedom of soaring in the sky.

"They sound peculiar, but I guess it's to be expected," Sumdac shrugged, and looked at the mech expectantly. At the empty look from the Con, he quipped quietly:

"Well, Megatron, if we are to co-parent, you better come here and sit down, so you can shield her from harm, don't you think? There is only so much my 'weak, fleshy arms' can offer here beside hugs."

The way the red optics cycled wide in surprise was almost enough to get Isaac to laugh. Bravely, he managed to keep it in.

"You have to agree it would be strategically wise, as we can't rule out getting attacked before the talks in the morning," he reasoned, as he saw the warlord turn pensive, considering the remark.

Megatron took a step closer, watching the space critically, before he sighed and folded himself against the wall, bracing them both by his legs, servos laid on the plating idly.

"Will you be able to sleep like this, professor - or are you worried I'll leave in the middle of the night and you are making sure if I move you will know it?" Decepticon leader asked in a hushed voice, as Sumdac shifted so he was leaning against the metal leg.

"I am trying to have some faith in you, but you can't fault me for being cautious - and, at this point, I think you calling me by that title is a bit weird, don't you think, Megatron?" the man teased, getting himself comfortable. The plating was warmer than he expected, and it was starting to melt his tense muscles into a sleepy state.

"Would you rather I called you Isaac, then?" Megatron chuckled, the vibration from it traveling across the frame. Sumdac let out a short sound of assent, and was surprised when a servo was extended to him, invitingly. He eyed it in confusion.

"Hop on, we both know you will not get enough rest like this, your body will make odd creaking noises in the morning - and it's not like you didn't fall asleep in my hand before, pro- Isaac," the warlord explained, nudging the other lightly.

"It was not attached to the rest of you then, in my defense," he replied, conceding defeat and climbing onto outstretched digits, which curled lightly around him in a protective hold. He could feel the mech shift, as he tried to cover Sari too, shielding her from the rest of the room.

For a moment, the room fell silent - only the sounds of the recharging bots and one techno-organic filled the air.

Sumdac could feel he was slipping closer into sleep, but he tried to hold on to the consciousness for a moment longer.

"Did you mean it, when you told the lab won't let you relax?" he mumbled, unsure if he would even get an answer. He felt rather than heard the heavy in-vent, and was surprised to receive a reply:

"Every time I look at these walls, I cant help but worry the moment I off-line my optics, the next time I will wake to being a disembodied head again, with another decades passing by - disassembled into parts by an alien scientist who this time knows there is a being within the machine, but is choosing to ignore it."

The man flinched, the tired honesty feeling like a slap to the face.

"I could repaint them tomorrow?" Sumdac proposed tentatively, and was rewarded with a small chuckle in return.

"Thank you for the offer, it might help."

Professor sighed, relieved a bit by what he could only interpret as a peace offering from the mech's side.

"I only want to keep Sari safe, you know? I would do anything to make sure she's alright…" he trailed off, finally being lulled into sleep.

He missed the way the warlord curled his digits a bit tighter, but gentle enough not to crush the resting man, and whispered into the room:

"Then maybe we are not so different after all, Isaac."

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First entry for @heartsandsparksshipweek - I am trying to cover multiple continuities and ships (which I hope is alright?)

[vihattu-thethoroughbredofsin]

Sorry if I'm bothering you. I came across your blog and it's rare for me to find someone critical of idw (I feel the same). Can you tell some of the problems you have with them? It's okay if you don't want to. Just happy to know I'm not the only one (My friends are huge fans of idw).

Hello, kindred spirit! I'm sorry that I'm not answering the question so quickly!

Well, it's nice to know that someone is also unhappy with IDW and wants to know more about it! Get ready, this will be the opening of Pandora's Box.

Out of a million of my claims, I will try to build a constructive list.

1. IDW does not build lore of the universe. They didn't have enough for this for 17 years or whatever they wrote comics. What kind of innovations, adequately embedded in lore, do we have? What lore did we get? No, we don't really know anything, neither the origin of transformers, nor what's going on in the universe, the rules change at the click of your fingers.

A couple of egregious examples.

Explanation of female transformers. Experienced IDW authors for 3 or about as many retcons could not explain it all, which is why the whole fandom got mad, tired and asks not to explain anything at all, so as not to see idiocy anymore. That is, they give the authors the right to be lazy, but more on that later.

You can say that it's really "everything is complicated and explanations are not needed, female characters have the right to exist!". They have, that's not the point.

This problem is solved simply — there is no need to explain the female characters, you need to explain why Cybertronians, in principle, have a humanoid form. That's all, any explanation from this point justifies both female and male, and androgynous, and any other, as well as all kinds of genders. As an example, Primus has seen enough of the variety of organics and made his creations roughly similar. All. I had to sit for 10 minutes to come up with this, and this is not the most brilliant idea. The IDW authors had 17 years, they didn't come up with anything.

Another example is Conjunx Endura. I understand perfectly well that the authors of the comics wanted to appeal to the fan base writing fanfiction. But you need to be able to do it correctly. You can't just take a phenomenon invented by fans and shove it into an official work without any explanation of this phenomenon inside the lore. Especially since many fanfiction writers do it! You can find works with such beautiful and logical explanations that it seems ingenious. But the IDW authors are above any explanation. And yes, there are not always explanations in fanfiction, but we compare non-professional writers who post their works on the Internet for free with experienced authors of an official work that is sold for money. Who should put more effort into their work?

I'll just explain. For us humans, romantic love seems obvious, but it's not a particularly common evolutionary invention. If an intelligent species evolved from some elephants or killer whales, then the priority would not be a pair, but a kinship relationship. There are a bunch of animal species that don't create pairs at all. So how and for what purposes does such a phenomenon as Conjunx Endura exist in the society of transformers? They do not breed in pairs, they do not have any very harsh living conditions where a partner can help with survival. Something from Primus? Some kind of "power of love"? Who knows, the authors don't care, the fans of couples are happy and draw tons of art and write tons of fanfiction, and they don't need more. And I understand that in the original very first cartoon we were shown that Cybertronians know how to love. But this is a cartoon for children, of course there will be no details, these comics are designed for an older audience who can understand complex explanations.

Age-related burnout is something like a disease ending the life of a transformer. What do we know about it? After what time does it come? For what reason? What is it like? And why should the reader know this, it is there and that's it.

Similarly, for all IDW's love of violent scenes and cutting transformers into pieces, we don't really have a single image that normally shows the anatomical structure of a Cybertronian. They didn't even bother to come up with names for body parts. When I needed to find names for the most basic body parts, I found about 10 fan interpretations for each and 0 official ones! I'll repeat it. THEY HAD 17 YEARS TO DO IT!

About changing bodies and genders to more suitable ones. Again, it is too directly written off from humans, although we are talking about alien robots. Humans have biological and socio-cultural reasons for this. How does it work for transformers? Different types of sparks were canceled by the retcon, so it is impossible to talk about some kind of accordance. Just fashion or aesthetic preferences? Well, that's something. But why, according to this logic, we were not shown examples where transformers change their alt-mod, because they felt that it would be right? No, it's too difficult, because the reader is too stupid and will not understand the allegories or signs of alien psychology of another intelligent species. Again, I'm not against it, but while it's clear how it works for humans, everything here works on the principle of "because".

And these are the biggest examples, but with the little things and everything else, it's about the same. These comics don't build the world, you don't want to dive into it, because almost nothing is known about it, except for a short period before and during the war. It's unclear how it works.

2. The authors obviously like Decepticons and don't particularly like Autobots. And they try very hard to hide it behind the so-called "gray morality". The authors tried so hard to suggest that the Decepticons are not so bad, but at the same time, because of the rule of coolness, they left their actions far beyond the point of no return, when the arch of redemption can no longer work in the work.

I will explain this with the most striking examples.

Megatron. How the authors protected him with all their might. The fact is that the authors adored Megatron so much that they tried to give him everything at once. Megatron must be a cool destroyer who staged genocide on Cybertron and on other planets. But at the same time, he should personify a "misunderstood hero who fought for a just cause." Megatron throws from extreme to extreme. Then he orders to kill all living beings in the universe, and then he changes on the move and decides not to kill anyone at all, doing absolutely nothing to save his comrades. (Time of MTMTE and Lost Light events). He defected to the Autobots only out of self-hatred, and not because of regrets about his actions. He never says that he feels sorry for the murdered Cybertronians or the inhabitants of other planets.

And the authors are trying to emphasize this, then through Rodimus, who almost licked him and promoted the point of view that Megatron (the leader of the Decepticons) is not responsible for everything that has happened in the last 4 million years. Or through Whirl, who began to blame himself that it was because of him that Megatron started all this, as if Megatron could not think on his own.

But apparently the authors didn't have enough of that, so they introduced a Functionist Universe to show how bad it would be for Cybertronians without a revolution. After all, screens instead of heads are much worse than the genocide of their own kind and the deaths of countless living beings on other planets.

I am sure that even the authors introduced Holomatter technology to draw a hot humanization of Megatron. You just compare his drawing and the drawing of others.

The authors had 2 options — not to make Megatron a monster so that it all worked, or not to follow the path of his justification. For such an image that turned out, the only redemption is death, any textbook of screenwriting skill will say that. What did we get? An inarticulate, unsatisfying ending where we don't even know if he was executed or not for all his crimes that he didn't really atone for. In general, it is very interesting to send a galactic criminal essentially on a cruise initially instead of a normal punishment. The inhabitants of the affected worlds especially liked it, I'm sure.

Starscream. Of course, they could not ignore the audience's favorite. How not to give your beloved Starscream the crown and the status of ruler. Despite the fact that before that we were shown him as an incompetent leader who brought the Decepticons to an incomprehensible extent in the absence of Megatron, but no one on the planet remembered this when he became ruler. No one in the galaxy was unhappy that the second in command and accomplice of the intergalactic genocide became the ruler. Because the authors wanted a Starscream in the crown, which in the end did nothing but argue with Windblade, and then in the end unexpectedly committed a heroic act during the fight with Unicron. What led to this? Nothing really, it's just that the authors love Starscream, why explain.

It's about the same with Soundwave.

Thundercracker. The kindest Decepticon. Who was not happy with Megatron's actions, but still obeyed them, whined to himself, and only at some point the authors remembered that they needed to make him good. And one act was enough to declare him so. And even humans accepted his residence on Earth, which should not be, since his one act is not enough for everyone to take and forget who he served and what he did before. But add a dog, and everyone will stop paying attention to it, because it's all so cute.

Well, just look at all the "positive decepticons" who still hate organics, who do not particularly repent for their actions, but the authors present them to us as "good guys".

And what about the Autobots? And now they are partly defenders of an unfair regime.

About what was done with Prowl and Star Saber (here is my post about it) I can only keep silent. As far as I know, the comic book author at least hated Star Saber, so he made him like this.

It would seem that here it is grayness, there are no good and bad. But, as we have seen, the "good" Decepticons are not as gray and good as they are presented. But they showed us good Autobots, right? We'll see.

Tailgate is at first a good autobot, who, because of his strength, has become some kind of hysterical, driven by momentary inadequate emotions.

Rewind is a good one, we won't pay attention to the fact that he used Chromedome as a tool, in fact he didn't love him, chasing after his previous partner, but we will perceive these two as a good couple. Yes, by the way, the beloved fan couple and the representation proudly called by the authors do not really demonstrate a bit of a good relationship, only use and disrespect for the feelings of the partner.

Rodimus is a good one, although he is an infantile egoist who, after a moment of enlightenment, returned to his previous behavior, and treated everyone badly except our beloved Megatron.

And really good characters like Skids can be killed and forget about their existence.

But we have a bad Getaway, which could be an excellent example of gray morality, since he was initially right, but the authors could not allow this, so they turned him into a caricature villain and killed him.

I really can't think of a single character that was enjoyable. Not necessarily morally clean, but at least not disgusted. Maybe this is just my opinion, but I hate almost everyone in this line of comics.

3. Authors hate human characters. It's simple, the whole storyline is on the Earth. Humans are stupid and evil bastards who thoughtlessly fell for the Decepticons' trick, fought against the Autobots and tortured them. Yes, humans can do terrible things and most likely would have done something about it, but it feels like there was no place for humans in the vaunted "gray morality". Even if the authors have a teenager's brain with all this "humans suck!", they could try to make a good story. What did Spike do to deserve such a character portrayal? By being annoying in a cartoon? That's not an excuse.

4. Terribly boring MTMTE and Lost Light, a soap opera at its worst. Most of this sprawling plot could be spent on really interesting things.

5. The ending. No comments. The only plus is that it's finally over.

6. Reboot is just boring.

7. Shattered Glass — thanks them for remembering, but it doesn't even match the original, either in the image of the characters or in the plot. The plot is so-so.

8. Last Bot Standing is just some nonsense with an incomprehensible morality, an incomprehensible premise and some crazy image of random characters.

And all this is only a small part of my claims, which I was able to quickly recall.

You can say, and many will say, that this is unfair, because other works on transformers are no better and suffer from the same problems. And I will agree. But there is one detail.

Most fans do not put other works on the pedestal of the best media on transformers. Therefore, I have no complaints about other comics from Marvel or Dreamwave, because they are treated adequately. But there is such a rush around IDW that I'm tired of seeing endless proposing to put every character and every solution from these comics into new comics/cartoons/movies/games. I understand that compared to other works, these comics seem cool, but they have a lot of problems that should not be repeated. You need to come to something new, and not take the most popular and think that this is the key to success. Earthspark is going down this path, and it doesn't look good anymore. But if everything is covered with a sad Megatron and blue flowers, then everything is fine. And this is not so.

Perhaps not everything was bad, the beginning was promising and even interesting, but all this quickly turned into some kind of nonsense, fanservice and fulfillment of the wishes of the authors. In the end, I'm glad that their license was taken away from them, and I hope that the following authors will not rely on these comics in the future.

I don't like IDW for the reasons outlined above, but I hate these comics for the way the fandom treats them.

Thank you for wanting to hear me and perhaps listening to what I would like to convey.

[purplesurveys]

1879

1. Do you enjoy rhododendrons? Why did I think this was a shape? Anyway, I just looked this up and they're very pretty for sure! They *kind of* remind me of peonies, which are my favorite.

2. Have you ever met someone who supports Nazism? I haven't met anyone irl but I've come across brainrotted people on Facebook who've tried to pull off stupid Nazi shit. Filipinos are great at making stuff go viral though lmao so afaik those people have since been suspended.

3. If you’ve ever been to another country, what was the best thing you did there? The obvious answer is going to Thailand to see BTS' Suga in concert. Apart from that, the best thing I've ever done was have local sushi in Japan. I didn't even go to a fancy fine dining restaurant – it was this random diner-like spot we found at a nondescript block at 4 PM. And yet it was the best sushi platter I've ever had.

4. Which is your favorite print: Plaid, animal, stripes, spots, other? I like the look of stripes the most, but overall I'd still avoid print.

5. Have you ever owned a cell phone for over a year? If so, was it still working well? I've never owned a cellphone for less than a year...so, yes. Mine is still working well, but the battery is well under its capacity since I've always had a bad habit of letting it play videos all night long.

6. What’s the worst sickness you’ve ever had? Food poisoning has always been terrible to me. My stint with Covid was also pretty rough. Managed to avoid it for three years, then once it caught up to me it certainly did a great job transforming me into a corpse for a week.

7. What do you enjoy more: Fairs or circuses? Fairs.

8. Is your favorite animal something you can have as a pet? Dogs yes, elephants nope.

9. Are you good at gardening? No, never tried it.

10. What was the last classic novel you read? Did you enjoy it? I started Around the World in Eighty Days but never got around to finishing it. It was nice; I just never had the time to read the whole thing.

11. Do you think you would actually read any of the epic poems, such as Beowulf or The Iliad? We took up both of those – Beowulf for sure, Iliad I'm almost certain we did, if I'm remembering correctly. Learning them both was a fun experience but I wasn't passionate enough to put like 105% into analyzing them lol if that makes sense. I just wanted to do well enough to pass.

12. Are you the type of person who feels guilty after eating junk food? I don't feel guilty but I will feel gross because the oiliness kicks in so fast, lol.

13. Tell me about a time when you felt like you had no real friends: I was in 6th grade, everyone was obsessed with the latest trends and had a Blackberry and were hanging out at Eastwood on the weekend and had a solid set of friends. At that point Angela started finding new friends too and was adjusting so much better than I ever would have at the time; my two next closest friends migrated to Canada and New Zealand in rapid succession; and the only friend I had was super unstable and wasn't exactly the most well-behaved nor the teacher's favorite. I had a shit life at home and my mom was in her peak rage phase...idk. It was a year where I didn't talk very much.

14. Have you ever felt betrayed by someone? If so, what did they do to make you feel that way? Sure, it's happened. Just stuff I don't feel like getting into.

15. Which is better: Xbox 360 or PS3? Or are you someone who doesn’t care? I don't care and don't think of them in terms of which one is better - but in my family we've always had Playstations.

16. Have you gotten registered to vote yet? I registered when I wasn't even 18 yet, haha. I was very excited to be able to vote.

17. What do you like best about your favorite actor? How about favorite actress? I don't have a favorite actor. As for Kate Winslet, girl just knocks it out of the park in everything she's ever acted in. She's just so good at playing roles of unconventional, deeply troubled characters, digging into that character's psyche and creating a personality for it that will be memorably Hers. I'll allllways always always love her.

18. Tell me how you’re feeling in another language: Pagod.

19. Would you rather drink water all day or Coca Cola all day? Water.

20. Name three movies which have a soundtrack you really love: I don't really pay attention to movie OSTs tbh.

21. Do you think Gatorade tastes refreshing or just gross? Haven't had Gatorade in yearsssssssss.

22. What’s the scariest video game you’ve ever played? Not sure. I don't get spooked much by video games.

23. Do either of your parents get angry over small things? My mom does, 100%.

24. What is the most dramatic TV show that you watch? Grey's Anatomy has to be up there, lmao. Queen of Tears was also such a rollercoaster of a watch.

25. Do you still watch VHS tapes? Nope.

26. Have you ever visited one of the states that doesn’t have sales tax? Was it a nice change? I've never been to the States.

27. Have you ever had Dutch Brothers’ coffee? Nope.

28. What are your grandparents like? Are they nice or mean? They are very kind, very loving people – my grandparents on my dad's side are not very verbally expressive when it comes to love, but they definitely show it and they are very sweet in doing so; like my grandma offering to massage my shoulders and braid my hair, and my grandpa making me his signature snacks and meals.

My grandma on my mom's side is far more expressive; she'll call everyday to check on us, say I love you, hug us...but then again we grew up with her so that's probably why it's easier for her to do these things with us. Both are, understandably given their generation, very traditional and having them consider more modern ways of thinking is Actually impossible. LGBT+ anything is always gonna be wrong, divorce is wrong, abortion is wrong, I can't go out wearing shorts, I should find a man who will treat me well, Jesus is the way the truth the life blahblahblahblah...

29. Do you own any pet fish? What kind of fish are they? Nope.

30. Do you have a turntable and vinyls that you regularly play? I do not. I've always wanted one, but I don't think I'd be able to sustain it as a hobby.

31. What is the most irritating thing that a boyfriend or girlfriend has ever done to you? Gaslighting. :)

32. Have you ever thrown up from being so nervous? What was happening that made you so nervous? Nah, but I've cried from nerves. We were having org elections and I was up for a vice-presidential position and it was going to be my first miting de avance...so I ended up having a quick lil breakdown of sorts.

33. Would you rather be uncomfortable but fashionable or comfortable but unfashionable? Uncomfortable but fashionable. It's nice to look cute, at least for me lol. As much as possible I try to balance both, but yeah.

34. When was the last time you took your pet to the vet? What was wrong with it? There was nothing wrong with them; I just needed to get them anti-tick meds because it's required at the dog hotel we were having them board in last week.

35. Have you ever known someone who was in an abusive relationship? Yuh.

36. If you smoke/drink/do drugs, do you feel insulted when someone tells you that it’s bad for you? Well, no, because it's true.

37. Do you like skiing or snowboarding? Have never done either.

38. Do you find government buildings dreary and uncomfortable? Some of them are, but the others are beautifully-made – like our post office and our national museums :)

39. Name the last horror story you read. If you can’t remember any, name the last horror movie you saw. Feng Shui. Hahahaha

40. What happened the last time you were embarrassed? Drew was telling me frankly to get new glasses because he saw mine had a crack.

[umbramatic]

No Good Demon Goes Unpunished

Jesus christ this was first written in 2009 ANYWAY this is an original fiction oneshot I have tried to salvage from when I was a wee 17 year old! It's still a little. Rough. And is written in a style I would absolutely not do the same way now but there's been quite a bit of polishing up done still, and it stars some old favorite OCs I want to do more with again. So here's this thing!

No Good Demon Goes Unpunished

The name’s Pandinus. I’m an Umbratic, which the mortals in my world call demons. As for what that actually means for ME, I can copy nearly any magic spell  that hits me; I can change from a humanlike form to a killer demonic scorpion form; and I can’t truly die. But life isn't exactly super cushy. 

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To prove my point, one day, I was chilling in a cave we stopped off in in the mortal dimension, when Afriton barged in.  Good old Afriton. Everybody has a best buddy, right? Well Afriton is mine. We Umbratics start out life as little larvae. Ever since that stage, me and Afriton have stuck together, because we knew we wanted to fight the evil instead of being the evil. In his beast form, Afriton looks like this snake-headed horse with eagle claws and bat wings and a rat tail that stands on two legs.  He looks freaky, yes, but overall he’s a really nice guy. 

Anyway, he barged in and said, “Dude! There are monsters attacking a mortal village! We’ve got to hurry!” 

“...What kind of monsters?” I said.

“Big ones!” he said back. 

“The bigger they are the harder they fall. Let's take em’ out.”

So I go and alert Seventra, this female Umbratic who is best friends with me and Afriton. She turns into this crazy serpent when she’s fighting, but she's shy and timid  in her humanoid form.

"Monsters? here?" she shuddered. There's not normally that kind of thing around here... I'm nervous."

"It'll be fine dude," said Afriton. "Now let's go!" 

Our merry band went down to this village, and there were all these people running and screaming because of the giant monsters running around smashing houses.  These guys really were big monsters-about the size of an elephant. They looked like bulls crossed with some kinda giant carnivorous ape. And they smelled nasty, like someone rubbed onions all over them. They weren't natural monsters of  world, and we had no clue where they came from, but man, did we have to deal with them. 

So we each picked a monster or two and started fighting them without holding back..  I transformed and ran up to one as fast as I could on my scorpion feet. It roared at me and charged. I stood there waiting for it, and then dodged at the last second. It barreled past me and then I sucker punched it with one of my claws.  It roared in pain, and turned around to face me. That’s when the orb on my tail started glowing. 

You see, my tail has an orb instead of a stinger on it. This orb is the secret to my copying powers. It absorbs magic,whenever I’m hit by magic, the orb takes it in and from then on I’m able to use the magic spell whenever I want. 

This monster, he just starts staring at it and drooling.  Distracted  by the shiny, apparently.  That’s when I hit it with this huge jolt of electricity.  It shuddered, then fell to the ground, stunned. For a second  I was really pleased with myself.

Then all of a sudden, I got hit by something that felt like an avalanche slamming into me. It’s this other monster, and he was pressing down on me hard. 

“Afriton! Seventra!” I yelled. “Can you get this guy off of me?”

“Right here dude!” he yelled back. 

"Eep! On it!"

Afriton flew over and started blasting the monster with these fireballs from his hand-claws. The monster rolled off and started beating the flames out. Then Seventra blasted it with sound waves, forcing it to cover its ears. FinallyI clubbed its face with my tail, and it was out cold. 

“Nice work!” I said to Afriton. 

“Same to you bro!” he said back. 

"We... actually did it?" said Seventra.

All of the sudden this other monster flew in out of nowhere. It kind of looked like the big monsters, but with a more humanlike body, and red skin and wings. It called itself something I can't bother remembering and starts blabbing on about how it's from another dimension and it has this gem and how it’s gonna take over this world and all that crap. Meanwhile, I’m sneak charging this beam attack while it was monologuing. Eventually I fired…

 And  this gem he’s holding, it glowed and reflected the beam attack back at me. Startled, I barely managed to dodge. The monster laughed and said, “Fool! This gem protects me from any of your pathetic attempts to harm me!”. You know. That kind of thing. 

So we all tried to hit him with physical blows. Seventra was attacking with her tail, Afriton was slashing with his talons, and I tried to grab him with my pincers. But the monster had this huge whip, and he kept flinging it and flinging it at us, and whenever we get close he knocked us back with it. 

Then I decided to do something risky. I got just within range of his whip, and when he flung it toward me, I tried to grab it. 

Not my smartest move. 

I really underestimated this guy’s strength. As soon as I grabbed his whip, he yanked back and I went flying like a fish on a reel. He intended to fling me behind him, onto the ground, but I let go, and started plummeting towards him. That’s when he hit me with a punch. 

But I managed to grab on to his arm with one of my claws, and we started wrestling in midair.

 I was trying to bite his face and slam him with my tail, and he kept clawing at my eyes furiously while trying to stay aloft and hold his gem at the same time. 

He failed on the gem part. 

The gem started falling towards the ground. We simultaneously shouted “No!” and dove down after it. We kept wrestling in midair as we went, only this time with a greater air of desperation. 

Then the gem hit the earth. 

It exploded with a pretty damn big blast of energy, and we both got caught in the middle. I felt my body hold up to the blast for a mere seconds before it shattered, like the gem itself, into thousands of tiny pieces. 

But I wasn’t dead. Not quite, anyway. 

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You know what it’s like for my physical body to be shattered? Well, I can’t see anything, and I can barely hear. I can only feel what’s going on around me, and right then I felt only the cold, hard ground. The cold, hard ground with all its little lumps and bumps pressed against me like I had been pushed in - probably by the impact. 

Suddenly I felt this wonderful, cleansing, rejuvenating energy flowing into me.  I felt my body start to regenerate, and I was soon able to stand on all eight legs again. I opened my eyes to see Seventra, in her dragon-esqe form, coiled up from the exertion of reviving me. 

You see, When Umbratics “die”, we shatter into thousands of pieces, as I demonstrated earlier. But, we leave this little pebble-like object, this soulstone, behind. It’s indestructible, and it can be used to revive us if it’s given enough energy. Seventra had sacrificed some of her life energy to revive me. 

“Thanks for the boost.” I said. 

“No… problem.” she replied. Man, was she exhausted. 

Afriton flew down, landing gracefully between us. “You alright, dude?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

 He smiled, then quickly turned around and frowned. “Wish we could say the same for the village…”

I turned to look. Half the place was reduced to burning rubble by the blast. 

“Ah,shit.” I said. 

And that’s pretty much a typical day for me. 

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[rainy-day-coffee]

hi... how about head cannons about the dorm leaders with a magical girl mc from either the puella magi magica madoka, magical girl site, magical girl raising project or princess tutu universe please?

I'll be doing Magical Girl Raising Project for this one! I’ll be using the abilities found in the anime since I’m not creative enough to think of any myself. The personalities of the characters themselves have nothing to do with the abilities I chose, they’re their own person! This is written as platonic! I hope this is alright!

As an extra note, this was a really interesting topic to write about. I enjoyed it! I actually just binge watched this anime for this request! It was quite good, I might pick up the light novels!

Warning: Mild mentions of gore; spoilers for Magical Girl Raising Project(?)

Dorm leaders reacting to a Magical Girl Mc

A new game has been released! Customize your own Magical Girl and work hard to defeat monsters!

Granted a 1-in-10,000 chance to be a real-life Magical Girl, the unfortunate souls who agree to the contract are unknowingly pulled into a world of bloodshed. All Magical Girls are expected to collect Magical candies through acts of helpfulness. Whomever is at the bottom of the ranking list by the end of the week is greeted by death. That is, if they can even make it that far.

Magic: Swimming through objects as if they were water - the objects do not affect the user as they pass through them.

He’s never heard of an ability quite like yours! It isn’t teleportation--it’s literally going through objects, ignoring any kind of barrier. It sounds impossible. Understandably, he doesn’t believe you until you show him.

Please refrain from popping out of random places in an attempt to scare him. He doesn’t want to be on edge everyday, the stress he has now is more than enough.

He’s curious about the whole situation. Just how and why did these “people” wrap you (and others) into such a terrible contract? How is it possible to grant these special abilities onto otherwise magicless people? Unfortunately, you most likely don’t have answers for those questions.

Sadly, Riddle doesn’t know of a way to help you out of this. The library may have some information, but the chances are slim nonetheless. He can offer assistance in candy collecting instead!

Something always seems to be going on at his dorm, it would help him greatly if you were to keep an eye on everything and everyone. He knows it isn’t much, but every little bit counts. You have his full support.

Magic: Entering the dreams of others - the ability to pass through the Dream World, granting access to the dreams of those who are currently sleeping.

He’s extremely annoyed. He doesn’t understand what’s happening. He’s only seen you a couple times before, so why do you seem to plague all of his dreams?

In his dreams, you move so vividly and in-character, it baffles him. Dream versions of people can be accurate, but never to such an extent each time. He’ll confront you about it soon enough. He has no evidence of what you’re doing, however vivid memories of dream-you push him to demand answers anyways.

Highly uncomfortable to know his dreams, his usual safe place, can be invaded by a person. He demands that you stop. You can go bother someone else, he doesn’t need that kind of help. If he sees you in there one more time, he may have to resort to other methods to get you to stop.

In regards to earning candies, unless you ask him specifically for help, there isn’t much he can do. You can always help Ruggie out with chores around Savanaclaw and you’ll be set. It’s a good deal for both sides, you can earn some candies and Leona can finally sleep comfortably again.

He finds the system you’re stuck in deplorable. Unfortunately, he can’t get you out of it, but if you ever need extra help he can always have Ruggie find one or two ways to get you those extra candies you need.

Magic: Hearing the thoughts of those in need - with enough training, the user can pinpoint the location of a person. Additionally, they can hear thoughts apart from cries for help.

Your special magic interests him greatly. He already has a good pool of information of all the students, but being able to hear their most inner thoughts is something truly amazing. No amount of research could easily give him those kinds of details.

He has the twins watch over you for a bit, gathering as much information as they can about your situation and what you go about doing.

Given the circumstances, he doubts he can rob this ability of yours through a contract. This does however present an amazing opportunity.

This could blossom into a wonderful partnership. You need to collect candies, and he’s always willing to accept requests from those “poor” souls who need help. By helping him, you can meet your quota! The rules never did mention what kind of help you were limited to offer after all.

He pities you, nothing can be done about your situation at the moment. You can rest assured though, you’ll never be at the bottom of the leaderboard with him around!

When time allows it, Floyd and Jade will be busy poking their noses where they don’t belong. The mascot that appears when you’re around seems to come from that phone you use. If they can see it, then that means these beings have made a mistake somehow. Is it possible to find a way to free you from this through that?

Magic: Transforming into any biologically living being - the size and shape of the creature do not matter, anything is fair game.

When he first discovers your special magic, he’ll be amazed! Transformation magic isn’t exactly easy, so being able to turn into whatever creature you want sounds like a lot of fun!

He’ll be begging you to turn into a wide variety of animals. Can you please turn into a tiger? How about an elephant? Maybe an alpaca? This could go on for hours if you don’t stop him.

Upon learning the darker side of the Magical Girl world, he starts to cry. He knows the world isn’t all sunshine and rainbows, but this is too cruel. You didn’t know you would suffer this way. They should have at least given you all the information beforehand. Better yet, they shouldn’t be doing something so awful in the first place.

Because he finds it hard to keep secrets from Jamil, he ends up telling him about you. He then needs to convince Jamil that you aren’t trying to get him killed.

He goes around asking if people need help. He wants to do everything he can to ensure you survive. Money can’t get you out of this game, he’s tried to use it but that mascot that follows you around always refuses it.

Kalim doesn’t want you to die. Just thinking about it makes his head spin and worry bubble. It wouldn’t be his fault if you died in the first place, but the guilt would consume him entirely.

Magic: Freely manipulating sound - the user can generate sound from anywhere and even recreate the voices of others. As an added result of this ability, the user has enhanced hearing.

Vil won’t forgive you if you decide to mimic Epel’s voice so he can escape. He may be evading his lessons for now, but Vil will find a way to drill them into him later on.

He never would have thought such a thing was possible. This terrible fate you’ve had forced onto you makes no sense. The beautiful power you’ve been given is nothing compared to the price. He doesn’t blame you, he blames whatever is doing this. 

If such a game exists in the world of Twisted Wonderland, he’ll use his influence to dissuade people from playing. Vil will do this behind the scenes of course, his public image has to remain intact.

He actively requests your assistance. For example, helping his dorm improve their instrument playing--your impressive hearing can detect small mistakes they need to work on. Apart from this, he regrettably can’t offer more help.

Hone your abilities and work with what you have. He knows you can prevail. Please take care of yourself as you move forward.

Magic: Receiving one futuristic tool a day - the ability to randomly pick one useful tool out of 444,444,444. The tool breaks down and is no longer of use after a day passes.

He’s in awe. A real life Magical Girl! To think they could really exist outside of anime! Just what kind of world did you come from? Forget living in a world where magic is common, Magical Girls are on a different level entirely! Curiosity gnaws at him, but given how shy he is he won’t approach you with questions himself. Ortho is more than happy to ask any questions for him in his place though!

Once he finds out you’re one of those Magical Girls, he feels a tad sympathetic. You really got the short end of the stick in life didn’t you? He knew the possibility was there, that trope is not uncommon, but a small piece of him wished it wasn’t the case.

He supposes your special magic can be compared to gacha luck. You never really know what you’re going to get. Unfortunately, in your case you can’t even calculate rates for good rolls.

If you’re willing to let him, he’ll happily take apart the tools and gadgets you get from your daily pull. One of those future items should help him create even better machines than he can now! And even they can’t, disassembling and reassembling objects he’s never seen is a thrill in and of itself

If you happen to hear a small tip from Ortho or someone else about an issue occurring around campus, it may or may not have been Idia. He has eyes all around the school, spotting problems is quite easy.

He’ll be rooting for you from the sidelines. You’re a protagonist in this story, he hopes you can make it through to the end.

Magic: Extreme regeneration - being able to recover from any wound so long as a portion of the user’s body is left.

Mortified when he finds your body all mangled and bruised after a rough “accident.” Malleus is ready to destroy whoever or whatever did this to you. He cares about you greatly, the very thought of seeing you in such a state makes his stomach churn and pure rage wash over him.

Once you explain your situation, he can grasp enough to understand the major gist of it. He doesn’t quite know what a “Magical Girl” is but obviously it isn’t something good. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be in such a terrible situation.

To know that you can take care of yourself in the face of danger, makes him relieved. Although he doesn’t like the idea of you getting hurt at all, a healing ability is always wonderful to possess.

While you earn candies, Malleus will be working on a way to free you.

Even if these beings who granted you this ability are “all-powerful,” his magical capabilities are among the top in all the world. Perhaps, he can start by politely asking for answers from the leader of this group. If that seems to fail, killing off that mascot seems like a good place to start instead.

[liquid-luck-00]

My Life is One Complication After Another

Inspired by this post by @dolphin-ghost

Happy New Year everyone

Some cursing 🤬

Ao3 ~~~ Part 1 ~~~ Next

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Marinette has always been willing to give everyone a second chance. That may have been why she still had people to consider them as her friends. That is why when Lila started yet another lie about some celebrity she, Adrien, Chloe, and Juleka were holding their laughter and rolled their eyes.

"Honest Alya I'm like this" Lila crossed her fingers "with Bruce's kids." Alya must not have recognized the name as the liar gave a small laugh "oh, right Bruce Wayne, he prefers to only go by Bruce."

"Oh my God, Girl you have got to give me an interview for my blog!" Alya lapped up the story.

"Of course" Lila smiled, then looked over at Marinette "Anything for my best friend."

At this point, Marinette wasn't paying attention to the liar. Instead Mari was talking in low voices with her actual best friend, Adrien. They sat on the very back bench and Juleka and Chloe on the bench in front of them.

That was their normal, it had been since their eighth year. Now two years later it was routine, her classmates shunned her only talking with her for class assignments. Otherwise they ignored her and that may just have been the best outcome.

She, Chloe, Juleka, Luka, and Adrien were in the park working on a photoshoot. Adrien was behind the camera while Juleka and Luka were modeling. Marinette and Chloe were changing for the next set. When they came out Mari noticed several reporters around the perimeter. Security had them handled and she focused on modeling her creation.

However this wasn't the last she saw of the reporters. They were always at the school questioning the students. What they were asking she didn't know as she was never questioned.

Three weeks of spotting and avoiding reporters, with them swarming the school she needed to get creative in order to transform. Lila was of course bathing in the limelight and attention.

Mari was the last person out of the school as she was getting the homework for her three friends who didn't come today. The first thing she noticed coming out of the courtyard was the purple limo. Her honorary uncle came to pick her up. As soon as the door closed said uncle was crushing her in a hug.

"It's Rock' n to see ya Nettie" Jagged spoke, the hug muffling his voice slightly.

"Same here Jagged," wiggling out of Jagged's hug she reached over to hug Penny. "so what's with the escort?"

"A close friend of ours wanted to meet you and He and his son's are waiting at our room," Penny explained.

"Okay..." she hesitated exiting the car to head inside "but why? Is this a commission or what?"

After a silent elevator ride, Penny hesitated at the door before speaking. "We are hoping you could clear something up actually," as she opened the door.

Mari stepped in and noticed them. The eldest looked to be around mid to late thirties, black hair and bluebell eyes, dressed in a dark charcoal suit.

The youngest of the boys seemed to be a couple years younger than her, shorter than her by a head, tanned skin, short black hair, and jade eyes. A scowl on his face partially hidden by the collar of a black peacoat and slacks as he sat on the arm chair.

A boy around her age with chin length black hair and azure eyes, a red hoodie under a grey bomber jacket and black pants. He looked like he hadn't slept in at least a week, and if how he was holding the travel mug in his hands it was probably true.

Next to him was another boy who looked a couple of years older, black messy hair about 5 cm at the longest and a white tuff in front, cerulean eyes, a brown leather jacket and distressed jeans. He seemed familiar but couldn't place it.

The last boy also had long black hair but seemed to be layered and shorter in the front, sky blue eyes, a blue varsity jacket and jeans. He would either be the eldest or second, he had a bright smile but kept shooting a glance at Fang.

Speaking of which once she was in the room and she saw him, he charged at her, knocking her over. Mari was giggling as Fang rolled over and she was lost to the world as she doted on the crocodile.

"Nettie" Penny finally managed to get her attention.

"Sorry," she stood "but if it wasn't done we wouldn't be able to talk. Hello I am Marinette Dupain-Cheng it is nice to meet you." again she smiled.

"Bruce Wayne" the man introduced himself, "and my sons. My youngest Damian." he gestured to the boy with green eyes. "Next is Tim" gesturing to the boy with the mug who rose it in acknowledgment. "Jason is the second oldest" the boy with the white tuff gave a lop sided smile. "And my eldest Dick" whose smile seemed to become brighter.

She smiled nodding at everyone before realization hit. A quick snap of her fingers before pulling out her phone, opened up her texts and started typing, ending with a quick picture of Jason.

I think I just met your idiot friend

She put away her phone. Not even a minute later another went off.

The ringing stopped once, twice, thrice, and on the fourth Jason, spoke up. "Sorry I should take this."

"Go ahead this can wait a moment." Mari smiled.

As soon as Jason answered the phone "What the hell are you doing in Paris!?" everyone heard the caller as Jason was holding the phone an arm length away.

"How did you know... you?!" it dawned on Jason.

"Guilty," she smiled. "I guess you're not as big of an idiot as Roy made you out to be."

"Hey!" Jason called before turning to the phone. "What the hell did you tell her Harper!" By now Roy was on speaker.

"You can't prove what I said, ya know," she could practically see Roy's smirk.

"Video's however," she was now smirking.

"What!!" Jason seemed to freeze.

"Bug! No!" Roy was sounding like he was going to start panicking.

"I think I have a few saved," she tapped her chin.

That was when Bruce cleared his throat. "As amusing as this is we have business to discuss."

"Talk to ya later Mari." Roy bid her farewell. "Oh and Jason don't underestimate her." the call ended.

"Okay so how do you know Roy?" Dick finally asked.

"Oh. It was at a charity ball hosted by Oliver Queen," she replied nonchalantly.

"Was it the same one where a baby elephant ended up at the event. Following you the whole time." Penny asked exasperated.

"I still don't get how you think we had anything to do with that." Marinette finally sat down. She ended up sitting on the ground leaning against the couch next to Jagged, Fang resting his head on her out stretched legs.

"I have so many questions,” Tim finally added to the conversation.

"Tt. can we stop beating around the bush already," Damian was irritated and it showed. "Are you or are you not my biological sister."

He seemed ready to pounce, unfortunately that was dangerous in Paris. Especially as she saw an akuma right outside the window. The question asked now forgotten as she focused on the corrupted butterfly.

"Nope, Nope. I am not dealing with an akuma today." she stood up. Took a deep breath and let her anger and frustrations to the surface. The smile fell from her face. "If you want a puppet have a marionette" Kwamii Adrien is rubbing off on me.

The butterfly changed targets and was heading towards her, finally gaining the other's attention. She vaulted over the couch and made a beeline to her backpack. By then the akuma was close so she tossed the backpack over to everyone and rolled out of the way.

"Glass jar, unscrew it" she called out.

"How pathetic running from a bug." Damian moved quickly to catch the butterfly but it moved and found something in his pocket. He was engulfed in purple and then he stood there in evergreen armor with golden accents. A red and yellow cape and a pitch black sword in his hand. Pocket knife, the sword is where the akuma is.

"Screw it" she turned and with two quick jabs his two arms went limp. A third knocked him to the ground.

She picked up the sword and went to Dick who was holding the jar. She took the jar, broke the sword, and went to catch the butterfly. As soon as she screwed the lid on the butterfly began to turn white.

She let out the breath she was holding as she compartmentalized her emotions yet again.

"What the fuck was that!" Jason screamed and so did Dick, minus the curse.

"Where and why do you have one of those," Jagged asked.

Finally Damian shouted "Why can I not move? What did you do?" he accused.

"Okay so the butterfly was an akuma used by Hawkmoth, Paris’ villain, to manipulate anyone with strong negative emotions. These champions or Akuma are used to attempt to retrieve magical jewels from our heroes. The jar was given to me and a few others in my class, because our class is a hot bed for akuma, by Ladybug, one of the heroes." she gave a short and simple run down. "As for Damian, those were a series of pressure points,” infused with magic to-take down people easily, "it should wear off in a few minutes."

"Teach me please!" Tim begged.

"I dunno." she started to chew her lip and shift her weight.

"Roy's warning now makes a lot more sense," Jason hummed.

"Tt. adequate," Damian muttered softly, Marinette is sure she is the only one who heard.

"Okay so where were we?" she smiled turning and sitting back down with Fang.

Next

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Guns, Glamour, Goodfellas - Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Make You Feel My Love

Dad!Mob!Tom x Mom!Mob!Reader

-Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader, Rosie Holland x Henry Osterfield

-Warnings: Amnesia, Sadness, Language, Fluff, Dialogue, Typos

-Words: 6.6K

A/n: Sorry this chapter is long. Heads up, always a lot of dialogue. I get tired of only writing imagery lol. Thanks for reading, I love all your comments so dearly.

Chapter 12: Make You Feel My Love

Words: 6.6K

Everyone’s faces stood emotionless. More than a deer caught in headlights, there was no expression. Tom’s jaw slacked open, standing heartbroken in front of you. How could you not remember him?

After everything he couldn’t even hold you in his arms. No words could describe the room. You had just woken up and said 3 measly words that rewrote history.

“Who are you?” You questioned.

“What?” Tom gasped, his eyes starting to water.

“I don’t know who you are. Where am I?… Who are you people?” You fretted, confused to why you were lying into a hospital bed surrounded by strangers.

“Mom? It’s me. Roo,” Rosie stammered, moving to grab your hand but you just flinched away.

“Harry go get the doctor,” Nikki called out.

“No, I don’t know who you people are. Please get out.”

“Y/N it’s me?” Tom pleaded.

“Who’s Y/N?”

“You, darling,” Tom whispered. Was this all real? It had to be some sick joke.

“No, no! I suggest you all leave. Please, just leave me alone,” you asserted, pressing the nurse call button.

“Mrs. Holland what seems to be the problem?” asked the nurse.

“Who’s Mrs. Holland? I don’t know where I am or why I’m here or who these people are,” you fretted, heart rate starting to spike.

“You don’t recognize anyone here?” Pestered on the nurse.

“No, maybe the young boy and girl, but no,” Tears flooded Rosie and Parker’s eyes.

“Mrs. Holland you’re awake,” called the doctor, Harry brought in.

“Why do people keep calling me that?” You questioned angrily.

“She can’t remember anyone, doctor,” explained the nurse.

“Why don’t we clear out the room and I’ll speak to you all privately outside,” the doctor announced.

“It seems she is suffering retrograde amnesia. It is possibly temporary. You need to talk to her but be careful not overwhelm her. She will feel like her entire life passed her by because she can’t remember it. For now, only a few people in the room. May I suggest her husband and her kids,” explained the doctor.

“What do you mean it might be temporary? She might not ever remember her entire life?” Tom inquired.

“It is uncertain, but yes. Mr. Holland, we are very hopeful that her memory will come back. For now take it slow, showing her photos of you together can help greatly,” concluded the doctor.

“Dad, will mom ever remember me?” Rosie asked teary-eyed.

“I don’t know, baby.”

“Now, come on. We just have to be patient with her.”

“Ok, dad. I’m ready,” said Rosie, trying to hide her tears.

“Parker? Are you with us?” Tom inquired.

“I know she doesn’t remember me but, I don’t want her to see me and not know who I am. If she doesn’t remember me then who am I? I owe my entire life to mom. I don’t understand how she just forgot 16 years of my life,” Parker lamented.

“Hey, we just need to patient. One thing you need to have is faith. That’s all we had waiting to be rescued. Hope, hope that we would see you and your sister again.”

“I’m scared, dad.”

“I know me too. But we have to do this for mom. Ok?” Tom admitted. Parker just nodded in response. They made their way into your room, standing by the foot of your bed.

“Hi, let’s start over. I am Tom. You are Y/N. I am your husband. Your name is Y/N Holland,” Tom began. “This is our son, Parker. He is 16 years old, along with his twin sister. This is our daughter, Rosie….We just want to let you know we will be here for you. Through everything, we want to help you remember if you will let us.”

“Okay,” you whispered. That was the first step, having people to support you.

You were soon discharged a few days later. All set to travel back to London, the home you once knew. Back to the life you shared little to no importance for. All the things you once loved, lost in translation.

The plan ride was painfully long. Tom had yet to hold you in his arms. After watching the life drain out of you, waiting for someone to come, he just wanted to hold you and love you. Let you know you are safe.

He watched as you sat there a few seats away from him. The spark in your eyes non-existent. He didn’t know how to call you over there his when you couldn’t remember him. Almost 20 years of being together, down the drain. He just wanted you back.

Not being able to hug you or hold you or whisper sweet nothings in your ear was killing him. He felt like a recovering drug addict experiencing the process of withdrawal. Everything hurt inside, knowing you forgot him. It was so unfair. How could you survive the helicopter crash but not recognize your own family? You were a shell, a husk of the person you used to be.

Jared, was the one to pick you all up from the airport. The plane ride was nothing compared to the awkwardness of the car ride. You had always been very close with Tom’s staff. William and Jared specifically because you’d see them the most. Jared used to be more your driver but, Tom snatched him up after he saw how close you two were getting. He couldn’t help but be jealous.

You sat next to Tom, almost like a statue. You didn’t know how you were supposed to act. Pulling up to the manor, you were a combination of terrified and astounded. Terrified and astounded at the sheer size and security measures taken.

“Tom, did you pay for the cab?” You asked, hopping out of the car.

“Darling, this is our car. This is our driver, Jared. You two are close,” Tom explained.

“Oh, sorry. Jared it’s nice to meet you,” you waved to him.

“We’ve met before, but it’s nice to see you Y/N,” Jared said, trying to address the elephant in the room.

“Right, sorry.”

“No need to apologize, ma’am.”

“Love, why don’t I make you a cup of tea and you can relax in the living room? The plane ride probably wore you out. However, I know Parker and Rosie have something planned,” Tom interjected.

“Ok, tea would be good,” you responded, walking to the mansion.

“Where’s the living room?” You questioned, afraid you will get lost.

“Oh, it’s ok darling. I’ll take you there,” Tom said, leading the way.

Being here, seemed like an out of body experience. The only thing you knew about yourself was what people told you.

“Here mom. I-I mean Y/N. Please come sit. These are a bunch of photo albums and scrapbooks about our lives. Maybe showing you them will bring something back.”

“Ok… You could call me mom. I don’t mind,” Rosie just nodded in response.

“Look this picture is of your wedding day. It was at this really pretty garden. I wish I could’ve been there,” Rosie reminisced.

“You weren’t?” You asked, confused at her remark.

“No, Parker and I weren’t born yet.”

“Oh, is that you?” You asked, gently raising a finger to a picture captured a perfect moment in time. Parker had just gotten out of a bath and was running naked through the house, he had to be about three or four years old.

“No, that’s Parker,” Rosie remarked.

“Here’s a photo of me. It’s the first day of kindergarten.” Rosie pulled out a photo of her dressed in a blue dress with pink bows in her hair, one on each side hugging her pigtails.

She stood in front of a large gate along with Parker, holding their tin lunch boxes high. Rosie’s lunchbox was a homage to My Little Pony and Parker’s was Transformers. They were all grown up, no longer spending the days with you while Tom worked.

“I’m crying, why?” You questioned, seeing yourself adorned with red puffy eyes in the photo.

“I don’t know, maybe you didn’t want to leave me or Parker,” Rosie explained but was soon cut off by a large clash coming from the kitchen. CRASH, CLANG, THWAP.

“What was that?” You asked, a little startled by the noise.

“I don’t know, I’m going to go check on something. Feel free to keep looking at them.”

You flipped through the countless pages adorned with family photos that documented the milestones. It killed you that you couldn’t remember. You were said to be their mother and if you were anything like your mother, you loved them till it was too much and kissed them and held them. You loved them more than life itself but couldn’t remember why.

About 12 pages in, there was a photo of you in the hospital holding a baby. The caption read “my little Roo.” It was of you and Rosie shortly after she was born. She looked so small, so delicate. Her skin was pale with a hint of rose colored cheeks. The little baby girl in your arms was wrapped in a pink cloth with a pink colored beanie on her head.

She was sleeping so peacefully and you just had the biggest smile imagined on your face. You brought this little girl into the world and couldn’t remember that moment. What own mother can’t remember her baby? Tears pricked at your eyes as you gazed into the picture.

“Dinner is almost ready—Love, what’s wrong why are you crying?” Tom said, coming out of the kitchen.

“I’m sorry. This isn’t fair to any of you,” you cried, letting the tears fall.

“Hey, it’s ok. We are here for you,” Tom whispered, grabbing a hold of your hands.

“I’m still sorry, I don’t remember anything.”

“It’s not your fault. It will come with time,” Tom said, only holding your hands. His main goal was to not overwhelm you and pulling you into a warm embrace may be too much too soon.

“You’re right. I shouldn’t be so hard on myself. What’s for dinner, smells great?” You said, quickly changing the subject.

“Your favorite and specialty so we can’t guarantee it will be as good as you make it but, spaghetti and meatballs,” Tom joked.

“Ok, I’m sure it will be lovely.”

Everyone was dealing with your amnesia differently. Parker would take you on special outings to places you loved and Rosie could barely stand to be in the same room with you. Your sweet and affectionate girl couldn’t as much give a real smile. The only time you spent with her was when she showed you the photo albums. Something clicked in her when you didn’t recognize her in the photo of you holding her a for the first time. Rosie proceeded to cry herself to sleep that night, she couldn’t handle you not recognizing her.

As time progressed it had gotten too hard for Rosie to be around you. Looking at you just reminded her of all the things she had lost. She would stay in her room from dawn till dusk, refusing to see or talk to anyone. Rosie shut everyone out, including Henry. He’d come by quite a lot, begging to see Rosie.

“Hi, can I help you?” You said, answering the door.

“I’m Henry, Harrison’s son and Rosie’s boyfriend,” Henry explained.

“Oh. Sorry I can’t remember anything. Were we close?” You inquired, yet another person you have disappointed by not knowing your own life.

“Yeah, you and Tom were a big part in raising me, aside from my dad. I love you like a son would loved his mother.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll work on it. But I believe Rosie is upstairs, come in,” you responded, inviting the boy in.

“Thanks,” Henry said, quickly making his way upstairs. “Roo, it’s me. I’m coming in,” He said whilst knocking on her door.

“Henry what are you doing here?” Rosie asked, trying to hide her tears.

“You weren’t returning any of my phone calls.”

“There is a reason for that,” Rosie snapped, building a wall that Henry was bound to knock down.

“Hey, I’m here. Talk to me. Talk to me about your mom,” Henry whispered, coming to Rosie’s side.

“What’s there to talk about? She doesn’t remember me. She was my best friend and she doesn’t even know who I am!” Rosie yelled. Needing to let out all her emotions in one single blow.

“Hey, it’s ok. I’m here,” Henry assured.

“Henry, I just want to be alone right now. Could you please leave?” Rosie begged.

“No, I won’t let you push me away. I’m here to help.”

“I want you to go,” Rosie demanded.

“No.” Henry said, holding his ground.

“I’m serious Henry, leave.”

“No, Rosie you need someone to talk to.”

“Can you get out and leave me the fuck alone?” She screamed, this time being pushed over the edge. Flailing her arms back and forth in anger.

“No. I’m not leaving,” Henry knew she needed him, he couldn’t leave anytime soon.

“Really? I’m here screaming at you and you are still here. Why?” All her anger drifted only leaving her sadness. She fell into his arms, breaking from the weight of pain, sobbing.

“Yes, because I love you and I’m staying for you,” Henry reassured. He knew Rosie would need this. Someone who promised to never leave.

“Henry, what do we do if she never remembers? I’m not ready for that. It’s like losing my mom even though she is still alive. All those fun memories of shopping or baking or just talking, gone. I don’t know who I am without her.”

“Rosie, you have to look on the bright side.”

“What’s the fucking bright side? There is none. We took her to all her favorite places today and she still doesn’t remember. There is no fucking bright side!”

“Roo.”

“I lost her. I lost her but she is still here. I’m lucky right? She’s still here living and breathing, but she doesn’t know who I am,” Rosie lamented. “Henry, I love you to pieces but I just need to be alone right now.” Pleading for him to leave, she wished he could stay and comfort her but nothing could do that right now.

“Baby, I don’t want to leave you so upset,” Henry whispered.

“Please. I’m begging you, just go.”

Rosie, didn’t mean to push Henry away. But she couldn’t help it. She needed to release her frustrations out on someone, but there was no one. There was no one to blame for the crash or the loss of your memory. It was all an accident. Henry knew her well enough, where he knew what she needed before she did herself. He already lost Rosie once and promised himself he wouldn’t again.

Parker was the opposite of Rosie, not consumed by his sadness, he was looking for a solution. Anything that could help bring back your memory. He had been taking you to your favorite places around the city. The beach, the library, a coffee shop, and a park you always you took Parker and Rosie to as kids.

To no end, he couldn’t and wouldn’t give up. He couldn’t leave you stuck in that misery. He approached Tom with something that might work.

“Dad, I have an idea. I thought we should create a memory for her.”

“Ok, that might work. Any memory in mind?”

“I was thinking your wedding day,” Parker explained. Tom just nodded in response with a smirk strewn across his face.

Tom was willing to try anything to get you back. It a been a few weeks from the crash and he’s so scared of terrifying you or being too forward. He won’t even lay a hand on your shoulder to comfort you, in case you get scared.

Even though he had yet to hold you once again, Tom refused to leave your side, in case having him around so much would bring your memories back. Have them all come flooding back.

Tom just wanted you by his side. You were sleeping in your bedroom and Tom was in the guest room. Feeling like nothing had changed. It was the same before the accident, you barely acknowledging Tom and Tom sleeping elsewhere. Granted it wasn’t because you were mad at him, it was worse, you couldn’t remember him.

The nights were different, half way through the night you would wake up. Scared wide awake from nightmares that plagued your mind. One night you found Tom taking down a big bottle of scotch by the fireplace.

“What are you doing up?” You asked,

“Drinking,” he said rather harshly, you just brushed it off though.

“Oh, the fireplace is really lovely. I could just read a book out here for hours.”

“You used to. I’d find you asleep in front of the fireplace all the time.” Tom chuckled, reliving those memories.

“Oh, sorry.”

“Y/N! It’s not your god damm fault. STOP FUCKING APOLOGIZING!!!” Tom screamed, chucking his glass at the wall. It shattered into a thousand tiny pieces much how his heart was now.

“Ok, I’m sor—, I just came down for some water. Good night,” you said, trying to mask the tears about to fall. Reverting back to the catatonic emotionless person you’ve been lately.

“Y/N wait!” Tom called after you but you were already gone. This was a side of Tom you’d never met. The old you had and learned to deal with it but it was completely different now.

It was scary, Tom reacting like that. You quickly got your water and made your way back upstairs. If he had that much pent up anger, you were worried he would take it out on you. You didn’t know what to think, everyone were stranger to you and you were a stranger to this life and family.

Coming back to bed, you locked your door and tried to fall back into blissful sleep but it was hard. You stared at the ceiling for quite a while. Begging to go to sleep and wash away this entire night. Tom came to knock on your door about an hour later.

“Y/N. I’m sorry, let me explain myself,” he said, through the thick wooden door.

“I guess you’re asleep by now. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, sweet dreams sweetheart,” Tom whispered, going back to his bed in the guest room. You couldn’t find the will to get up and talk to him.

You came down for some morning coffee, hoping you wouldn’t see Tom. You were scared of the man presumed to be your husband. In truth, you didn’t know anything about him. Only what people had told you. It took you hours to fall asleep after his outburst.

“Oh, you’re up. Y/N could I talk to you?” He asked, coming into view.

“Sure,” you responded. Who are you to say no?

“I’m sorry for my outburst last night. Everything is just so frustrating, nothing you did, ok?” Tom apologized.

“Ok.”

“I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m really sorry. I know you don’t know it but I love you so much and at a time, you loved me just the same. I need you to know that I have never physically hurt you or will in the future.”

“Ok. Thank you. I know you don’t like me saying it but I really am sorry. This shouldn’t be happening, you should be able to love your wife.”

“I do love you,” Tom assured.

“Tom, I’m not the same person and you know it. There’s nothing I can do, it’s just the way it is and I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m not the person you fell in love with,” you exclaimed.

“You don’t have to be sorry. You are here, trying to remember for all of us. That’s all that matters,” Tom said, made at himself that you even thought those things.

“Thank you….Could you tell me more about me, I mean the person I was before?” You asked.

“Yeah, darling. I’d love that,” Tom agreed.

“Ok, start with how we met.”

“Well..” Tom started and went on to tell the story of how you met.

Tom was set to meet someone new, a future contact possibly. He was supposed to meet with their assistant to take him to them. He was given strict instructions on what to look for, she would be dressed in a gold mini dress, hair down. Unbeknownst to him, you were the person he was meeting. The most feared mob boss, next to who you had a meeting with, the one and only Tom Holland.

“Hey doll face, I’m here to meet with your boss. Someone they call the Ace of Spades,” Tom said, cornering you at the bar. “Oh, really. Do they know what this is concerning?” you said, smirking. “I should hope so. Can you just take me to him?” Tom demanded. “Certainly, right this way.” You were so ready to eat this guy alive. You lead him to a back room with a bar and large round table. “Wait, there’s no one in here. We’ve been set up,” Tom yelled, alerting Harrison behind him. “What do you mean? There’s you and me, also your consigliere I presume. Why don’t you tell him to back off?” “Alright enough with your games. Where is he?” Tom barked, growing more frustrated by the second “I’m right here, doll face,” you said, in a mocking manner. “Pleasure to meet your acquaintance, I’m Y/N Y/L/N or do you know me as the Ace of Spades,” you sneered, holding out your hand for him to shake.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I was misinformed, well they’re dead. Why don’t I buy you a drink after to make it up to you?” Tom said, he has never been caught off guard before. Barely keeping his cool.

“How about we finish our business here and then you and I go get something to eat, just you and me without your puppy dog, then we call it even,” you smirked, referring to Harrison who always stood so close to Tom.

“How could I say no to having dinner with the most gorgeous woman in the room,” Tom grinned.

“Smooth talker I see, but I’m the only woman the room,” you pointed out

“Doesn’t matter, doesn’t change what I said,” Tom chuckled.

He was starstruck just being in your presence. You were a force to be reckoned with. For him and you it was love at first acquaintance. Couldn’t of been sight because he thought you were a completely different person.

But once he formally met you, he was whipped. The rest is history.

You and Tom talked the day away. Living through your life like you were reading a book or watching a play. The night soon fell and you bid good night.

It was a regular night, but ever since Tom exploded you started to have nightmares. Being jolted out of sleep, trying to catch your breath. One night Tom heard you screaming, he rushed in to check on you.

“Y/N? Darling, are you okay?” Tom asked, concerned after being woken up by your screams.

“I keep having these horrible nightmares,” you choked out, shaking with fear.

“What are they about? You can talk to me.”

“One where I was trapped inside a huge room, tied to a chair. There were scary looking men saying they were gonna kill me, however I couldn’t speak. Like it hurt to speak,” you explained. Tom knew about your common theme with nightmares, unable to make any sound.

He just believed it was because you tried to repress thoughts like that. However, this wasn’t a nightmare, it was a memory. He was trying so hard to suppress his smile. Knowing you were starting to remember things even if it was trauma. It made him hopeful.

“Shhh, it’s was just a dream. It’s ok. I’m here now… can hug you?”

“Mmhm,” you nodded having him pull you into his warm embrace. “It felt so real though. Didn’t you say we were in a helicopter crash?”

“Yes, we were. Do you remember that?”

“I don’t know. My nightmares feel more like memories. I remember the feelings I had, like I felt pain and weak.”

“Well, try and go back to sleep. Just remember they are only figments of your imagination,” Tom said, he was torn between wanting you to remember everything and not scarring you.

“Tom, could you sleep with me tonight?” you asked, not wanting to be alone.

“Yes of course, darling.”

Tom climbed into bed and you moved closer to him. Snuggling right into his side and nuzzling your head by his neck. He rubbed soft circles into your arm as you dozed off. Feeling your soft breaths on his neck as he fell into deep sleep. He finally got to hold you.

Just for a moment, everything was right again. You were his and he had no intentions of letting you go. You felt safe with him, like you were home.

You woke up to a blinding light from the crack in the curtains.

“Tommy, the blinds it so bright…. Screw it. I’m up, can I bring you some breakfast?… What?” You asked, confused as to why Tom was gazing at you with a puzzled expression.

“You called me Tommy,” Tom croaked out.

“I did,” you said, confidently.

“Y/N, do you remember me?”

“Is this a weird game? Of course I remember you, you’re my husband,” you chuckled, playing off his antics.

“Quick, what happened last week?”

“Our helicopter crashed, but we were rescued. I don’t really remember how we got home but, here we are. You were right, we made it. I remember the moments leading up to being rescued, you holding me.”

“Kids come quick!” Tom shouted, loud enough to wake up the entire house.

“What’s going on?” Rosie came in, scared something happened.

“Tom, what are you doing?” You queried.

“Ask her,” Tom said.

“Who am I?” Parker asked, hoping you were his mom again.

“You guys are so weird. You’re Parker, my son. And you are Rosie, my daughter.”

“Mom, I’ve missed you so much,” Rosie shouted, throwing herself into your arms and sobbing.

“Oh, honey. I never left,” you signed, caressing the back of her head.

“I know, but the helicopter crash, I was so scared,” Rosie sniffled.

“Tom, why are you looking at me like that?” You questioned, catching a glimpse of pure adoration streaked across his face.

“Oh, nothing. I just love you, more anything.”

“I love you too…. Parker you’ve been awfully quiet.”

“I missed you mom,” Parker chimed in.

“I missed you too. Ok, I’m really confused, did I go somewhere? Someone fill me in,” you proclaimed.

��Well darling, our helicopter crashed on our way back from Barcelona—” Tom began.

“Yeah, and we’re ok,” you nodded.

“You are now. We were both badly injured and didn’t know if we would make it. You lost your memory. You didn’t know who any of us were,” Tom finished, his tone growing softer.

“What? I-I forgot all of you?” You gasped, your voice breathy.

“It’s ok, love. You’re back now, that’s all that matters,” Tom encouraged.

“Parker? Rosie?” You exclaimed.

“You looked at us and didn’t know who we were,” Parker mumbled.

“Oh babies, I’m sorry,” you whispered on the verge of tears.

“Y/N listen to me, it’s not your fault. Love, it’s ok. You are here now,” Tom reassured. “Kids why don’t you go make mom some tea,” Tom said, needing to talk with you alone.

“Alright dad,” Parker agreed, taking Rosie along with him.

“Y/N? Darling, talk to me,” he said, watching you beat yourself up inside. You head hanging lowly in your hands.

“How could I not remember them?” You cried.

“It was just your mind playing tricks on you. It’s ok.”

“It’s not okay. I put you through all of that.”

“Not on purpose darling.”

“Tom, I have something to get off my chest.”

“Yes, love.”

“I really thought I was going to die. But you were there and you saved me. You brought me back to them, thank you,” you recounted.

“Oh, baby. I was never going to just let you die. There was a moment where I looked over a battered body leaning against me after the crash. Your eyes were closed and I had accepted that you were gone. At that moment, I vowed I’d go too,” Tom concluded.

“Tom, they couldn’t lose both of us.”

“I know, I’m just glad they didn’t lose either of us.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what, darling?”

“For everything. Our fight. Giving in you a hard time in Barcelona. I love you so much, Tom. I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you cried, letting yourself be completely vulnerable with him once again.

“Hey, you're not going to lose me. I believe it’s the other way around. I can’t live without you and I don’t want to, ever,” Tom said, smashing his lips on yours. God, how he missed you.

And with that, Tom had got his girl back, you. Your lips entangled with his was exactly what he needed. You were back. The love of his life and mother of his children. You were you again with the same spark in your eyes.

Something flipped in your head like a switch during the night. After falling asleep in his arms you dreamt of your life. Almost like a movie played in your head showcasing all the greatest memories.

Parker and Rosie’s first steps, the kids’ 5th birthday, the day you told Tom you were pregnant with twins, Tom’s proposal and so much more. Your memories are what made you who you were, even the bad ones.

All the fights and near death experiences came flooding back. But it wasn’t a feeling of drowning or being held down by the weight, begging for air. It was a feeling of renewal like the water had washed away all the pain and sins. Leaving faint stains of bad memories to be remembered for another day but never forgotten.

Tom brought you back. He was your anchor to the life you once knew. Resting in Tom’s arms felt like home. You knew you were safe.

“It’s so good to have you back in my arms,” he said, savoring every moment.

“I never want to leave,” you said, coming in for another kiss. Shorter this time but still full of longing and unconditional love. Tom broke away as he remembered something.

“Wait,” remembered Tom.

“What?”

“Come on, let’s go downstairs.”

“Why the kids are bringing us tea in bed?” You questioned.

“Just trust me,” Tom concluded.

“Okay,” you said, letting your husband lead the way. Descending the stairs and once reaching the bottom he asked for you close your eyes. You hesitant at first but agreed. He pulled you to the backyard for a much needed surprise.

“Ready. Open your eyes.” You just stood there in complete awe, speechless.

“We had a plan to bring back your memory. We set up the backyard to look just like our wedding,” Tom explained.

The backyard was full of the wedding essentials, an archway at the end of the aisle, chairs for the guests, and so many flowers. Flowers that decorated every pillar and fence, blooming with beautiful shades of lavender.

“Oh my god, it’s as beautiful as I remember it…. Tom I have an idea,” you smirked.

“Yes, darling,” Tom acknowledged.

“What would you say to us renewing our vows?” You asked, hoping he’d say yes.

“I love that idea, sweetheart. When would you want to do it?”

“Today.”

“Today?” Tom asked, stunned by your response.

“Yeah, it’s already all set up like our wedding. Why not?”

“Ok, yeah. Yes. I’m going to re-marry you today. I love you so much,” Tom exclaimed.

“And I’m going to re-marry you today. I love you too,” You grinned.

“Alright we need guests, just family,” Tom beamed.

“And I need a bridesmaid. Rosie?” You cheered, excited to share this day with you daughter.

“You serious?” Rosie asked

“Of course, honey. Now come on, I need a dress,” you said, pulling Rosie upstairs. Even though you were already married you wanted it to be as much as a real wedding as possible. So for the next few hours, you couldn’t see Tom.

Tom was tasked with inviting everyone. Sure it was last minute, but all the family would be there. He found it pretty awkward because he had to tell everyone that you got your memories back and getting married again in one phone call. He called Nikki, Dom, Harry, Sam, Paddy, your parents and Harrison and Henry.

“Haz, come quick. I need you at the house.” Tom left a message on Haz’s voicemail.

“Tom? What happened? I came as soon as I got your call,” Haz screamed, running through the mansion.

“Y/N got her memories back,” Tom cheered.

“That’s amazing. You called me all the way down here for that?” Haz asked, slightly annoyed.

“No, you div. I have a favor to ask….Will you be my best man?” Tom asked.

“Ok, I was already you best man at your wedding years ago,” Haz sneered.

“We are going to renew our vows. I wanted to know if would be my best man?”

“Are you serious?”

“No, you’re only my best friend aside from her. Yes, I’m serious,” Tom remarked sarcastically.

“I honored mate, of course. When is it?”

“In 3 hours,” Tom said stone faced.

“In 3 hours?” Haz screeched. It was so soon.

“Yeah, we set up the backyard to look like her and I’s wedding to bring back her memory.”

“Wait.. who’s officiating?” Haz wondered.

“Harry,” Tom said, trying not to burst into laughter.

“Oh, I’m so ready to watch him fuck that up.”

“Me too, mate. Now come we have a wedding to put on.”

The house erupted in wedding central. Tom had tasked his cook with cooking for 15 people for the reception, he had ordered a cake and called his personal tailor for two matching suits preferably black, just like at your first wedding.

Tom made his way upstairs to tell you about Harry officiating but was stopped by the maid of honor, Rosie.

“Why is this door locked?” Tom asked, angrily shaking the door knob.

“Dad what do you think you are doing?” Rosie asked sternly.

“Wow honey, you look beautiful,” Tom admired his daughter dressed in a light blue dress that dragged on the floor.

“Thanks, dad, it’s mom’s dress.”

“I remember, you look just like your mom.”

“Thanks, but I ask again what are you doing here?” Rosie interjected, not letting his endearing comments distract her from the more important matter. Tom wasn’t allowed to see you before the ceremony.

“I need to talk to your mother.”

“You can’t see the bride before her wedding it’s bad luck,” Rosie exclaimed.

“Please, I don’t believe in stuff like that. Plus we’re already married and happily might I add,” Tom interjected.

“Oh really, no bad luck? How do you explain all the bad things that have happened,” Rosie reminded.

“Umm, that’s not important right now. I need to talk to your mother.”

“Too bad, now shoo,” Rosie said, shooing him away with her hands.

“Fine, I guess she’ll never know THAT HARRY IS OFFICIATING,” Tom shouted as he left.

“Rosie, what did dad want?” You asked.

“Umm, nothing. Just to tell you that he found the most amazing officiant on short notice,” Rosie sneered, trying to keep it secret from you.

“Oh, good. Now, come here and let me do you hair,” you said, motioning her to the restroom.

It was now time, to remind everyone of a vow you once made.

You were dressed in a white floor length gown, not as near glamorous as you actual wedding dress but it was still beautiful. Your wedding song played again, Make You Feel My Love by Adele, as you came out from behind the corner.

All eyes turned to bask in your beauty. You could see Tom stop breathing, made you laugh a little. You noticed Harry up at the altar and wondered what had Tom done.

Rosie went up first, slowly gliding through the aisle. You followed behind her. Everything was once right with the world. You were about to re-declare your love for your best friend.

“Friends, family and Sam,” Harry said, taking a jab at his brother only to be returned with Sam sticking his tongue out. “We are gathered here today, to celebrate and re-marry Tom and Y/N Holland. If anyone has any objections please speak now or forever hold your peace,” Harry announced.

“I have problem. They’re already married,” Sam yelled from the audience.

“Sam, sit down you div. It’s a vow renewal,” Tom called out from the altar.

“Harry, they don’t ask that at actual weddings,” you whispered to him.

“Well, fuck,” Harry whispered.

“I’ve just been informed that I’m not supposed to say that, my apologies, I’m basing my entire speech on TV. Now I will continue with the proceedings. Can you believe this div, needing two weddings. Two fucking weddings when I haven’t even had one. Can we skip the vows? You’re probably going to say the exact same like thing you said 17 years ago,” Harry announced.

“Absolutely not, that’s the whole purpose. I’ll go first.” You started, taking a minute to breathe and share your heart with everyone there.

“Tom, these past 17 years being your wife have been a dream come true. You are my best friend and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I know it is fucking cheesy but, I can honestly say I found my soulmate, my better half. You make me be a better person and mother. I owe you everything and promise to give you all my love. What do you say, still want me as your wife? Please say yes, because I’m choosing you for then rest of my life. Couldn’t dream of anyone else. I love you, a thousand times over.”

“Y/N, just thinking about everything our love has survived and I’m amazed you have stuck with me through thick and thin. I want to thank you for the beautiful life you have given me and my two beautiful kids. This a declaration of my love for you but also a promise. I promise you will always be appreciated, that I will make you laugh and cry sometimes, appropriately. Falling in love with my best friend and marrying her has been the best decision of my life, I love you and I promise to always keep you safe and always stand by your side.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep. But that one I know you’ll keep,” you cheered.

“By the power vested in me by a shitty website online, I now pronounce you still husband and wife. You may kiss your wife. Children avert your eyes,” Harry concluded as Tom pulled you into a deep, passionate kiss. Nothing will ever be more perfect in that moment.

“Who else needs a cootie shot? Or some booze?” Harry called out, while you and Tom pulled apart.

“Fuck off, Harry,” Tom said, pulling you back in for another kiss.

“Where are we going on our honeymoon?” Tom whispered to you.

“I vote somewhere, we don’t have to fly,” you remarked.

“I second that. God, I love you.”

“You’re just lucky I said yes, Holland.”

“God damm right, I am.” Tom said, his lips getting caught in his smile.

There are moments where words have lost all their meaning and this was one It wasn’t full of sadness, quite the opposite. Nothing could ruin this perfect day. You were his once again.

Guns, Glamour and Goodfellas Masterlist

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[beeslover]

bulgasal shit post (as in this show has turned to shit)

Bulgasal was an interesting kdrama that had managed to keep me enthralled till the last three or four episodes for a variety of reasons. keep reading only if you want to, this might be long.

the thing that has given me such disappointment is the absolute underutilization of Min Sang-un and shes our fucking female lead! She was introduced so mysteriously in the beginning of this drama and it led me to have such high hopes for and the writers shattered that all. I mean what has she done besides wear frumpy looking clothes and trip over she shoes????? Clearly, she was written to be a strong FL who has supported her younger sister and has been on the run for so long to ensure their safety, but besides that there isn’t much to her. When we are 12 episodes in and we still know absolutely nothing about her (who she was in her past life), I think its way too late to catch up on character development. They really wrote her as this super loving, cheerful, positive, and optimistic character – and this is so fucking irritating at this point. There is absolutely no dimension to her! Honestly, if the writers had revealed more about her past life then maybe I could actually appreciate her character more but I cant. Their idea to make the past the most interesting part of this character is actually resulting in the underdevelopment of her current self.

the other massive elephant in the room… the romance. I don’t care for it, with anyone!. I don’t think Hwal should end up with Si-Ho simply because she was his wife in his past life. I do believe he cares for and there he loves her, but I don’t think it is romantic love. It seemed that it was a marriage more of convenience and to satisfy his adoptive father. I mean he even referred to her as a monster in the past because of her gift. From the glimpses we get of the past it appears that Hwal was super disconnected from his family, so I really doubt this led to the love. Additionally, your past doesn’t dictate your future. Simply because they were together in their past lives, doesn’t mean their current selves are destined for that either. Si-Ho even states she doesn’t care for Hwal and accepts him for the sake of her sister (and their safety). If she found out that they were married in the past life, I don’t believe that it would matter much to her either since she has no feelings for him in the present (granted she might be shocked).

on to the next couple, Hwal and Sang-un… who cares?? I dont care for their relationship because it seems very poorly developed and written from a child’s perspective. I can actually understand why Hwal comes to develop feelings for Sang-un. Sang-un is the only one who has been able to see his humanity and despite his monstrous side, she doesn’t care. I think Hwal is drawn to that because he was never accepted (even by his own wife), and this is the first time (as far as we know) that he experiences care and tenderness from someone else (obvi his adoptive father did, but that’s a familial love and different). However, I don’t understand why Sang-un likes Hwal lol. I mean besides being mean to you, what did this guy do to deserve your love? I mean I get it hes not clearly the monster he claims to be (as far as we know – who knows what he did 1000 years ago!), but I still don’t understand how their relationship transformed to love (genuinely confused how she got there?????) I mean this woman has been all alone her life (besides her sister), so I guess from my perspective shes lonely and looking for family. i mean both of them have been lonely so I guess they were drawn to each other, but im just not feeling it. imo, the romance is simply filler so im skipping it all.

ok this post went on way too long, so feel free to ignore. I just wanted to dump by thoughts on the drama because im frustrated with its direction. however, this will not stop me from continuing to watch lmao.

ok you know I thought about it and if Sang-in ends up hating Hwal for what he did in the past to her I would be happy, not saying they should continue this revenge driven cycle obvi it should stop but I think that would be a climatic ending to see that despite the love she had for him the actions he did in past cannot be forgotten even with love (like remember where he stabs her and she literally says she hates him… iconic!). it would be nice if that came full circle but that’s just what would make me happy

[enbyblades]

ok so my roommate and i were talking about starop bc i love dragging her into my bullshit...but also its her own fault for asking why i ship them jsdlafsf but anyway we came up with some good angsty content 

so anyway to be honest we were detailing a potential animatic jashdlasfjsf but it kinda led to us talking about the story potential of having this cross faction romance and all that like parallels between characters; theyre in a fight and somehow starscream winds up fighting against optimus and he fires a missile at him but misses a little too intentionally and megatron notices and like squints his eyes and gives starscream shit about it later of course bc hes suspicious and tells soundwave to keep a closer eye on him,,,, 

whereas ratchet, in a separate battle, starscream gets shot down by one of the other autobots and optimus just freezes and he wants to run to star and make sure hes ok and it shows on his face and his body language and ratchets pieced things together at this point, he knows Smthn is going on between those two, cuz hes perceptive and he just,, nods at optimus and turns the other way, off to help the others...he pretends he does not see it. 

and knockout knows, hes still a bitch but he and starscream have smthn of a mutual respect for one another, mostly bc breakdown acts as knockouts conscience ajsdhlsff, so while he teases star like “have fun with your boy toy, screamer? ‘,:)” he still like covers for him when megatron is wondering where he is and hes off with optimus. 

but the SPICY parts, so starscream kidnaps bumblebee and fucks him up a good deal, probably as a desperate attempt to get megatron off his back a little, and when optimus and maybe someone else arrives to save him, star grabs bee in a chokehold with his gun pointed at his head and optimus of course is horrified and trying to talk him down telling him he doesnt have to do this and wondering whY hes doing this, and starscream shoots bumblebee in the torso, not killing him but yknow, hes gonna be out for the count for a hot minute, and flees the scene 

so they dont see eachother for a while, they stop having their secret meetings bc optimus is hurt and starscream is in his own emotional turmoil over the situation. before optimus can figure out how he wants to handle the situation, he gets a complaint from fowler whos like “WHY is this goddamn jet ATTACKING random truckers???” bc starscream, ever so smooth, decided the best way to get ops attention was to. tackle him in alt mode apparently. ratchet gives him a look and says “looks like someones trying to get ur attention...” and optimus decides hell try to find star in their usual meeting place. ratchet of course is like, long suffering sigh “i cant stop you optimus...i just hope you know what youre doing. be careful.”

so they meet and starscream tries to act like everything is normal but of course optimus has to address the elephant in the room, and starscream is like “i thought we agreed to not talk about war and factions when we meet..” and optimus is like “starscream, you grievously injured bumblebee. you know why we have to talk about this” it becomes pretty heated, mostly bc starscream is explaining himself and is frustrated at the world and their situation and is ranting. he apologizes and clearly regrets what he did, and optimus, having the spark of a saint, forgives him tho hes still hurt. starscreams still VERY distressed though. they have This exchange:

“starscream...please. come back with me... you wont feel like you have to hurt my friends anymore. we wont have to sneak out in secret...”

“how many times do i have to tell you i CANT optimus! megatron would KILL me!” (he used to claim that he cant abandon this cause hes worked so hard for, but hes since come to realize the original ideas the decepticons were fighting for have been lost to megatrons batshittery.)

“we would protect you-”

“oh, like you protected CLIFFJUMPER?”

his eyes widen as he immediately realizes how royally hes just fucked up, and he can see it in optimus face that hes barely holding back a whole slew of hurt, disappointment, anger. it hurts twice as bad bc we all know WHO killed cliff, but also bc optimus no doubt has that leader complex that causes him to feel like cliffs death was his fault bc he couldnt lead them well enough to prevent it, and STAR knows this, and optimus Knows that star knows this, and its just..OOF. so optimus holds it in.

“o-optimus, i- im sorry, i didnt-”

“starscream....i cannot abandon my family. so you need to pick a side....and if it is not removed from the decepticons...i dont think it is healthy for us to keep this up.”

“optimus wAIT-”

but hes already transformed and is driving away. 

again time passes, i havent thought this part all the way thru yet, but eventually they meet again somehow and starscream apologizes (again) PROFUSELY, and optimus, in his infinite patience, forgives him again. they meet in their secret place, and its a pleasant normal meeting, but what optimus said is still very much an issue that needs to be addressed, and its lingering. starscream apologizes again for what he said about cliffjumper, and says smthn along the lines of “if anyone could protect me, not that i NEED protection, mind you......id trust you to be able to.”

“then come back with me...”

he looks conflicted. he wants to go so bad, but....

“we’ll see.” 

they kiss and part ways. optimus drives off, but when starscream turns around hes face to face with lazerbeak. soundwave comes out of his hiding place.

“scrap...”

he doesnt bother trying to come up with a lie. he knows it wont get him anywhere. soundwave heard enough, and no doubt recorded it. so instead he pleads with soundwave not to say anything. he promises he wont betray the decepticon cause, he hasnt given the autobots any information and he doesnt plan to, just PLEASE dont say anything. 

soundwave doesnt say a word. he opens a groundbridge and gestures for starscream to walk through first. 

and the next part also isnt totally fleshed out but i imagine he doesnt feel like he has much of a choice, so he walks through and has to face whatever megatron has in store for him unless he manages to escape somehow. whether he gets out on his own volition or is thrown off the ship by megatron is still up in the air, but the ensuing fallout of soundwave finding out and telling megs is what finally pushes starscream to abandon the decepticons for good. 

ANYWAY. YEA. ANGST.

[zodiacspirit17]

Let’s Talk About The ML New York Special

I’ve gotten sudden inspiration from a youtube commenter blaming Marinette/Ladybug for Paris being destroyed.

Here’s my rant about why she isn’t - and why it’s Chat Noir’s!

First of all, let’s get the elephant out of the room;

Ladybug told Chat Noir she was leaving and gave Chat Noir a device so she could get back to purify the akuma with the space potion.

Great! That’s a good, and very responsible thing to do!!

And Ladybug shouldn't be the one to hold all of the responsibilities anyways; that's why she has *a partner.*

To help.

Ladybug placed trust in Chat Noir to do his job - which is a given considering he’s a superhero.

Now, what did Chat Noir do?

Immediately betray that trust by leaving Paris unprotected and not telling Ladybug so they could plan accordingly.

(And no, watching the news doesn't count because he could find himself in multiple situations where he can't transform)

Now Imagine, if you will, a manager did that while they were supposed to be opening the store during the morning shift?

It’s completely understandable if you have a family emergency. You can’t control that.

What isn’t understandable is not saying anything about it.

That decision to not tell anyone effects everyone else. 

The other workers who wouldn't be able to work because the store is locked up and earn money to live.

The customers who wouldn't be able to buy anything and have to go elsewhere.

And even the boss, because the business wouldn't be making money during that persons shift. Or the reviews would go down, and cause the establishment to be less busy.

Now imagine this, but with an entire city being destroyed because of that one person’s actions.

This hypothetical manager would’ve been fired immediately.

Now I raise you;

Why should Chat Noir be any different?

[twistedlymad]

What if you became a mouse? (Ft. Ace, Deuce, Grim, Ruggie, Kalim and Jamil) (Part 2/2)

Here is part 2 of this request! 

You were running around aimlessly. The only thing on your mind was to get away from that creature! So, you unknowingly ran to the hall of mirrors. Since you were too focused on seeing whether the furball had followed you, you had ran into one of the mirrors that led to a dormitory.

More specifically, the dormitory founded on the meticulous planning of the Sorcerer of the Sand, Scarabia.

When you arrived, you were greeted with a blazing sun. You immediately searched for anything that would provide some shade to hide you away from the light and heat. Once you did, you tried to give yourself a break after running what seemed like a marathon to you.

While you were resting, you noticed there was a new shade in front of you… The shape of the shade was quite familiar but you couldn’t figure out what it was. The shade had this long nose and big ears! So, being curious, you decided to inspect this new shade.

“I still don’t understand why you’ve brought in 100 elephants Kalim.” Jamil said as he and several other Scarabia dorm members tended to the elephants.

“Because! My family has a lot of pet elephants! And I’ve gathered a few of them today for the party later!” Replied the cheerful dorm leader, Kalim. Jamil let out a sigh as he tended to one of the elephants.

The exact elephant that made the shade you were inspecting. As you stepped into the shade of the elephant, you looked up in curiosity to see the elephant eating. It didn’t take the elephant too long to notice your presence though.

And once it did…

Trumpet-like sounds blared in your ears as the elephant panics around, alerting all the other elephants surrounding it. And because of the elephant’s actions, you were in a state of shock to fully understand what was happening.

“J-JAMIL, WHAT’S GOING ON?!” Kalim asked.

“I don’t know! One of them suddenly got scared! Quick, everyone! Calm the elephants down!” Jamil gave orders to his dorm members.

Meanwhile, Ruggie, Ace, Deuce and Grim had just arrived at Scarabia in hopes of finding you here. They had asked a few students on the way here on whether or not they had seen a (H/C) mouse running about. Thankfully, a Diasomnia dorm member had seen you running into the mirror that led to Scarabia as he was going back to his dorm. Though, they had to shake him a couple of times while he was describing what he saw as he would suddenly fall asleep.

“Are we sure (Y/N) is here?” Ace asked the other three.

“We can only count on what that senpai had just said.” Deuce replied.

“But, Scarabia is so big! It’s going to take forever to find a small little mouse!” Grim groaned.

“I’m not quite sure on that, look.” Ruggie said as he pointed to the parade of elephants freaking out and about. Ace, Deuce and Grim’s jaws dropped as they saw the chaos happening in the dorm.

“We better go check it out.” Ace said and they all ran in the direction loud trumpets and heavy footsteps.

Once they got there, they were greeted with a flood of elephants and students running in every direction possible. Jamil and a few students were rounding up the elephants while Kalim and two students were trying to calm every elephant down.

“Jamil, what’s going on?” Ruggie asked his friend.

“I don’t know either! The elephants suddenly started to go in a frenzy, as if they had been spooked by something.” Jamil replied while using his magic to round up two elephants by making a fence.

“What could possibly spook them this hard?” Ace asked out loud.

“These elephants aren’t easily spooked at all! My relatives said they only get spooked when they see a mouse or a rat. That’s why we had to make sure no rats or mice were around in Scarabia.” Kalim said as he managed to calm the two elephants that Jamil had rounded up.

“Mouse?” Ruggie, Ace, Deuce and Grim deadpanned.

“Yes, a mouse, why?” Kalim asked.

“We uh… May or may not have let a mouse run into here.” Ace said and Scarabia’s dorm leader and vice dorm leader’s eyes widen.

“What? We have to find it and capture it before it spooks any more elephants!” Said Kalim.

“But how?” Ruggie asked. “It’s going to be hard for us to find a small little mouse in this situation.” Ruggie added. So, everyone was trying to come up with a plan to find you in an efficient way.

While doing so, Grim had caught something in the corner of his eye.

Something… (H/C) and small. The furball immediately turned his head to look at what had peeked his interest. It was you! Standing there on all fours, looking at the panicking elephants and students.

“Guys! There she is!” Grim shouted to the two first-years and three second-years.

“Wait, she?” Kalim asked.

“I’ll explain to you later, for now, let’s focus in catching her.” Ruggie replied to Kalim and everyone was rushing towards you.

You were still staring at the elephant as it scurried around here and there. You snapped back to your senses when it let out another blaring trumpet. And just in time too, as you saw a group of students coming after you from afar. You jumped a little before getting on all fours and running away.

“Why does she have to run away?!” Grim asked while panting.

“How would you feel if a group of giants suddenly started to chase you?” Ruggie asked the furball.

“Ahh… I see…” Grim said as he reminisced all the times he was chased by the students of Night Raven College.

Thanks to your small size, you were able to navigate your way through the stampede of elephants with ease. The boys however, had a hard time.

“Argh!! We’ll never catch her at this rate!” Ace yelled out as he saw you scurrying away. Kalim’s eyes darter around to see what could help them in this situation. His eyes landed on a nearby room. A plan hatched inside Scarabia’s Dorm Leader.

“Wait here everyone!” Kalim said and rushed into the room. Everyone was confused, what was Kalim doing? It took awhile before Jamil had taken a good look at the room that Kalim had went into. A small smile crept onto his face.

“Don’t worry, he knows what he’s doing.” Jamil assured the group. It didn’t take too long before Kalim emerged from the room riding a flying carpet.

“W-What?” Deuce asked.

“No time to talk, hop on!” And everyone was ushered on to the carpet.

With the extra altitude, everyone was able to see the ground more clearly. Ruggie had spotted you soon after and told Kalim to steer to your direction. You had no idea that there was a carpet on your tail as you were too preoccupied with not getting squished by a giant elephant. Once the carpet was close enough, Jamil had readied his magic pen and he casted a spell towards your small body.

You had been trapped, in a cage, made of magic. You squirmed around frantically, fearing for your life as the carpet settled down and the group of students began to walk over to you.

Everyone was so… Gigantic to you. Of course it would frighten little ol’ you. But your vision was suddenly blackened. It seemed like something was covering your cage.

“That should do it.” Ace said as he draped a coat over your cage.

“You should get (Y/N) to Professor Crewel. I’ll stay back and help Scarabia.” Ruggie said, slightly glaring at the two first-years. Their heads lowered.

“Yes, senpai.” And with that, Ace, Deuce and Grim scurried off to find the alchemy professor.

“What happened though?” Kalim asked Ruggie. The latter snickered.

“It’s a long story…” Ruggie started and proceeded to tell the tale of how you became a mouse whilst helping with the elephants.

After a scolding by professor Crewel and a 30-minute wait, Ace and Deuce had finally gotten their hands on an antidote and gave it to you. Within seconds you transformed back to your human body (fully-clothed mind you J ).

“What? Why am I here?” You asked your three best friends.

“No reason.” Ace smiled to you.

But, Deuce admitted the truth to you after five minutes of Ace trying to persuade you in thinking that your punch went wrong.

Cue Ace almost wanting to smack Deuce again.

You just gave them a smile when they apologized, however, you had made punch again the next day.

“If you want my forgiveness, drink the entire thing. Bye!” Were your words as you left with Grim to go to your next class.

The two Heartslabyul dorm members just stared at the punch before each taking a sip. Two shouts of ‘BLEUGH!’ can be heard in the cafeteria.

You see, you had made a special type of punch, cheese punch. How did you make it? I have no idea, you should also tell me the recipe too reader-san!

You also slightly punished Ruggie for stealing swapping the two first-year’s lunches. What did you make him do? Simple, you made him cook for you and Grim for a week.

And with that, everything is settled in your favor. 

Good for you :)