#i genuinely just feel like someone punched me straight in the heart

[abbs-writes]

talk too much | Spencer Reid

Warnings: kidnapping, torture, lots of bad language, Spencer gets angry and can be kinda mean, reader talks way too much, crying, uh lots and lots of angst and idk what else

Authors note: hey so, a while back I had a different account (ive had many different accounts) but it was something along the lines of gizmo-writes or gizmo-writes-sfw and this was posted on there but my accounts have been deleted since then, so if it seems familiar it might be but I can confirm it's by me, it's been sitting in my notes lol

"Guys! Guys! I got something!" Garcia rushed into the conference room, setting her laptop on the table and turning on the tv. There you were, completely out of it, obviously with the way your head lolled back. You were heated up, bruised badly and your head was bleeding but you were obviously so out of it that you didn't even notice. "Where is this coming from?" Hotch asked as Garcia shook her head, "I-I don't know, it's pinging off to many towers, whoever is doing this is- is using so many different encryptions and firewalls." (genuinely don't know tech terminology im so sorry if this took y'all out of it I apologize) She was shaking, so worried about you she wasn't sure she could think straight.

Spencer was the same way, but he knew he couldn't think straight. The way you looked, where you were, reminded him so much of how Tobias Hankle had treated him. Every single aspect that he had tried so hard to forget was coming back to him now. The abuse, the drugs, the cravings. He held onto the chair with an iron grip, knuckles turning white. He didn't want to see you like this, he didn't like the thoughts running through his head right now. He didn't wanna see the abuse you were going to endure, he didn't want to hear your tortured screams. This was his own form of torture.

You really couldn't feel anything but you figured that was for the better. Your head rolled to the side, your eyes were open but everything was so blurry you couldn't even see. You could make up an outline of someone, someone tall. For a moment you felt joy, you felt safety. "Spence?" You said. But it was spencer, he was on the other side of a screen and when he heard his name, his heart broke. He wanted to be able to yell at you, tell you that it wasn't him, tell you to run even if you weren't sure if your legs could move. But he couldn't, he just had to sit there and watch.

"Not quite," The man said, walking closer to you so you could see him. Your eyes narrowed as you realized the man in front of you truly wasn't Spencer and was in fact some psycho. You jerked in your restraints, trying to punch whoever was in front of you but yet you couldn't move. "Good try," he chuckled coldly. "Jesus christ," you murmured, looking down to see your hands tied to the chair. "You're begging for someone who doesn't exist honey," the man said. You rolled your eyes at that, "seriously? Why do you care if I beg for someone you don't believe in? Besides i wasn't begging I was-" You were cut off with a sharp slap to your face.

Spencer really wished you weren't so catty sometimes. Sure, he liked it sometimes, especially when you were able to stick up for yourself or him when someone said something rude. But right now he was begging you to keep your mouth shut. "Was that really necessary? You could've just told me to shut up-" once again you were slapped again. "Shut the fuck up!" He yelled at you. "Okay!" You yelled back. Spencer cringed, "why won't she just be quiet," he groaned. "Spence, she's trying-" JJ started but Spence stopped her, "I don't care what she was trying! She knows better than to fight back when she's unable to physically fight! All this will do is get her in more trouble!" He said, slamming his fist on the table as he watched you. "Kid, she's a smart girl." Derek tried to say but spencer shook his head, "She's not being smart right now." He said.

Spencer was right, you weren't being smart and deep down you knew that but god, you were so fucking angry. Angry at yourself, angry at the man in front of you. You don't even remember how you were taken, you don't remember what you did for this to happen, all you knew is it had to somehow be your fault. "Finally, she shuts up," the man said, grabbing your face and making you look up at him. "You're much prettier when you're quiet. Does your boyfriend ever tell you that? I bet he does because you can never seem to just shut the fuck up," he spat. You clenched your jaw at the mention of Spencer. "How the Fuck do you know about my boyfriend?" You asked, looking up at him angrily. "Why? Does that bother you when I mention him? Does it make you angry that i know about him?" He asked, squeezing your face to the point that it hurt. "Don't fucking touch him," you spat at him making the man pull back and wipe his space of your spit. "God, you're really fucking dumb aren't you?" He said. "Still smarter than you," you said.

Spencer couldn't watch this, he couldn't watch you dig yourself into a hole that he wasn't sure you'd come out alive. His jaw clenched as he watched you be tased, your head falling back as you cried out in pain. "Oh my god," Garcia said, shielding her eyes. Spencer forced himself to watch, he had to know, he had to see what happened so he would know how to help you when you got back. He needed to know, despite the fact that these images would be engrained in his brain forever.

"This isn't helping, we need to figure out where she is and I don't know how watching this will help." JJ spoke, half tired of watching you be tortured and half wanting to actually find you. "I don't see anything identifying in the background, no windows, no pictures." Emily pointed out. "She might say something if she knew he was filming. She may know where she is." Derek pointed out. "She can barely even see straight and with how much she's talking she might not even make it through the night," Spencer muttered. "Spence!" JJ said. "What?! I'm right! I love her but she never shuts the fuck up and right now it may cause her death but yet she's still too fucking stubborn to just shut the fuck up and pay attention," He spat. He was angry, he had every right to be. but his anger was misdirected at you. He was mad at the unsub, mad that a man took you and was holding you hostage and torturing you. He wasn't mad at you, a bit annoyed but never mad.

"Spencer, you are not helping us right now. We understand you're mad but you have no right to talk about her like that." JJ said. Spencer just shook his head, jaw clenching. "As much as you may hate this Reid, we need you. And what we need is for you to watch, to listen, see if her or she says something that may give us a hint. Can you do that? Or do I need to kick you out?" Emily asked, giving him a pointed look. "I understand, i Can do that." He said through gritted teeth. He finally sat down and just stared at the tv. He was thankful you couldn't hear him, he genuinely felt bad about what he said but he couldn't even apologize to you because you weren't here.

Your head fell forward after being tased multiple times finally stopped. "Will you be quiet now?" The man asked. You nodded, reluctantly. You wanted to speak but you were in so much pain you couldn't. You were shaking, you couldn't even move your head with how tired your body was. "Good, finally." He said, "now you can get a good look at this." The man said as he walked behind you. He grabbed your head roughly by your hair, pulling your head back to look up. You tried to focus your eyes but you couldn't, everything was so blurry and your head had started to hurt. "Do you see that? They can see you. They're watching. God, that's what makes this fun, knowing they're watching you but they can't do anything to help. Isn't that fun?" He asked. You didn't respond and obviously that made him angry. He yanked your head back by your hair making you let out a pathetic cry. "Answer me," he demanded. "Thought you didn't want me to talk?" You said tiredly. "You're a fucking brat you know that? I don't know how anyone puts up with you." He let go of your hair and your head fell forward once again.

Spencer closed his eyes tightly, breathing heavily. This was torture for him and now he knew the unsub was enjoying it. The unsub knew this wasn't only torture for you but for them too and he loved it. He hated every second of this, he hated every time you opened your mouth. It pained him, he knew you were angry, it didn't take a profiler to see that, but he just couldn't understand why you wouldn't stop talking back.

"I have to go out, you stay put okay?" He said, pushing your hair out of your face. It was oddly tender coming from a man who had just slapped you, tased you and pulled your hair and not in the enjoyable way. "Gotta make sure you look pretty for your boyfriend," he said. He then grabbed his keys and left. You couldn't think straight, everything was setting in so slowly. They were watching, you kept having to repeat that to yourself till you would believe it was true. You tried to lift your head but it just fell back down. You groaned, angry at yourself that you couldn't even look at the camera. You had something to tell them, you had seen the unsubs face and they hadn't. He wore a black ski mask around you and know you knew why, he had been filming this.

"B-bl-blue eyes," you spoke slowly, tiredly. You needed to get this out before you passed out again. Spencer raised his head to watch you. "H-he has blue eyes and brown hair." You had to stop to breathe. "S-scar on his face, left side on his cheek. P-please understand I am okay, i am strong," you croaked out. Your voice was betraying you and you hated it. It made you angry, making you clench your fists. "I can take It.. i-i don't know where I am.. it's the woods- i-I don't remember how I got here. Please- just find me," you closed your eyes tightly trying to hold back your tears. You dug your nails into the wood of the chair trying to calm yourself and ground yourself. Spencer had to stop himself from crying too, "Garcia, did you get that?" He asked. "Yes- yes I did. I'm looking. I'm searching. Uh blue eyes, dark hair, scar- uh- Jeffery Golden," She said looking at Spencer. "Name and address?" JJ asked. "Sending now," Garcia said. The team stood up and were quick to leave, Spencer included.

Garcia kept watch on you, once the team left she broke down and started crying. She had to constantly remind herself that you were okay but it was hard, especially when she was watching you fall apart in front of her eyes. They found the man, Jeffery Golden. But the problem was, you weren't there, you weren't in his house nor his job. You weren't there and that scared the shit out of Spencer. They had the man but no clue where you were and if they didn't find you soon, you may not survive due to your injuries. Sure, he could see the ones on the outside but he wasn't sure about any internal bleeding.

"Where is she?" Rossi asked the unsub who was sitting across the table from him. "Now where's the fun in telling you?" He asked, smirk playing in his face. "If you tell us where she is, we will tell them you cooperated. Now tell us where she is." Hotch said in his demanding tone. "Where's the boyfriend? I wanna talk to him," he said, leaning back in his chair. "Absolutely not, you tell us where she is and maybe we will talk about a deal." Rossi said. "Here's my deal, you let me talk to the doctor and then I'll tell you where she is." He said, still smirking.

With that Hotch and Rossi walked out. "Let me in there," Spencer immediately said. "No, we don't know if he's being honest," Hotch said. "That doesn't matter, if he's willing to talk then I should go in there." Spencer said. "He just wants to mess with you Reid, he has said it himself that he enjoys this." Rossi said. "I don't care, this is our only chance. Please just let me talk to him. Please," Spencer begged. Hotch shook his head, "Fine, but the second it goes wrong I will pull you out of there." He said. Spencer nodded before walking into the room.

"There he is, the stunning Dr. Spencer Reid." The unsub said, relaxing in his seat as Spencer and Hotch walked in. "How are you? How have you been?" He asked but no one spoke. Hotch sat down, "Reid," he said. Spencer stared at the guy as he sat down. "Oof, someone is angry, how can you truly be angry over someone like her? If anything I think she needs this. Someone needs to teach her to keep her mouth shut, arent I right, Dr. Reid?" He asked. Spencer was unwavering, showing no emotion. "Where is she?" Was all he asked. "Oh come on, give me something Spence! I know you think of her the same way I do. An annoying brat who has never learned to shut the fuck up and look where it got her. She needed to learn her lesson." He stated. Still he remained emotionless. "You said if we brought him in here, you would tell us where she is." Spencer said. "I said that and I may have lied. But come on, admit it. You hate her just like I do." He said. Spencer slammed his fists on the table, "I love her! Tell me where she is!" He yelled. Hotch stood up, "Reid, out," he said sternly. "No, Hotch he fucking knows where-" Hotch cut him off, "Out!" He said louder this time. Finally, Spencer listened and left the room. "I got something! Y/n said something about the woods so I looked into him-" Garcia was speaking fast but still Hotch stopped her, "Garcia," he said. "I think I have an address." Garcia said. She then immediately sent the address to the team and they were quick to be on their way.

Spencer was the first to find you, of course he was. He was on a mission and the mission was finding you. "Y/n, y/n, im here," he said, grabbing your face gently and pulling you up to look at him. You groaned in response as JJ undid your cuffs. "Look at me, tell me you hear me, please," Spencer begged. "You're so loud," you muttered, giving him a weak smile as your eyes slowly opened. God, it was good to see his face. "I know, im loud, i talk a lot, I worry, but god, im so happy you're okay," Spencer said, stroking your face. "I wouldn't say I was okay," you spoke so softly spencer could barely even hear you. But for once, he was so happy to hear your sass. "I know, the ambulance is coming. We'll get you checked out and you'll be okay." He said. He was the only thing keeping you from freaking out, from worry about the extensive list of injuries you'd have. It just felt so good to be in his hands again that you didn't care about your pain or injuries.

The ambulance showed up but god you were grateful. You felt so close to passing out and you didn't want to. You wanted to see Spencer, you wanted to remember his face just like he could remember yours. You wanted to memorize him, you wanted to love him. "Hey, it's okay, I'm still here." Spencer said as he held your hand in the ambulance. "Spence?" Your voice was soft and hard to hear through the oxygen mask. You pulled it down with your shaking hand. "Hey, no, no, you need that," Spencer said, trying to put it back but you shook your head. "N-no, im so sorry. Im sorry i talk too much. I'm sorry I did this-" Spencer shook his head, "No, you didn't do this, this wasn't your fault." He said, trying to comfort you. "Yes it was Spence, I talk to much, I made him hurt me because I can't shut up. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I'll learn, i promise," you began to cry. You tried to be strong but you knew you couldn't. No amount of sass would mask just how hurt you were.

Spencer hated this, no matter how many times he would say it, you would never believe it wasn't your fault. No matter what he would say, you would never be yourself again. You wouldn't be able to be sassy again, you wouldn't be as stubborn as you was. And he'd miss it, he'd miss every second of it. Every second of you talking back to him, every second of you being too stubborn to stay back with Garcia, he'd miss every single second of it and it broke him.

[patentedsun]

You guys I'm actually crying over chapter 204.5 (which is technically an ad for a certain company we're all boycotting btw) but ignoring the actual ad THE STORYLINE WAS SO??? GOOD???? the Natsu characterization in this was INCREDIBLE (be prepared for intense 100yq hatred) and it portrayed exactly why I fell in love with nalu in the first place....

Summary and analysis below (doesn't incl all the pages btw!!)

We start off with Lucy finding Natsu and Happy at her place, as always.

this is followed by him being like "do you think we'll peek or something" which... 100yq natsu would have... that IMPOSTER...

Anyways while she's taking a bath, Natsu and Happy are browsing around Lucy's room and find a book that stands out. (Btw right next to this book is her diary, 100yq natsu would've gone straight for that). However they end up accidentally destroying it and start panicking. They ask Lucy if they can "borrow it" and Lucy panics at first, saying it's precious and not to touch it, but relents when they say they found it "interesting".

fast forward, we see them worn out after trying and failing to find a replacement copy. ONCE AGAIN, they're doing this because it's something precious to LUCY. Not because they care about reading, or because the book has any value to them, but because they understand it's important to HER. Natsu (and Happy) going the extra mile for things that are important to Lucy is SUCH AN IMPORTANT PART of their entire dynamic.

continuing, Lucy walks into the guild and asks how they're finding the book, they say it's interesting. Lucy gets SUPER EXCITED ABOUT THIS and starts talking non stop ab the book. Happy asks her why this book is so important to her and...

Y I K E S.

So yeah, they ultimately decide that lying isn't it and they should apologize upfront.

this is so beautiful to me, idk like the imagery of them bowing so sincerely is so.... and like wow MASHIMA seems like natsu IS capable of acknowledging his own wrongdoings and offering genuine apologies. I'm not even talking ab the whole post tartaros situation no, I'm talking about fucking 100yq, where natsu actually physically hurts Lucy and doesn't apologize for it (AND IN FACT ITS PLAYED FOR A GAG)(IMPOSTER!!! NOT MY NATSU!!!)

Soooo Lucy doesn't take it well and runs away.

the fact that they didn't stop their search here. the fact that they EXPANDED it to other towns to try and find her the book THIS IS JUST <3333

Anyways, Lucy returns and reveals dozens of copies of the book...

My heart actually broke for her here because as someone who ig creates stuff as well, it really can be painful to have no audience interaction. And to have a book you wrote bomb like that...ouch... and of course she would've been excited, her best friends told her they found it interesting!!! my HEART. OUCH. and the sheer guilt on Natsu and Happy's faces here 😭 Once again, 100yq would've played this off for a gag...

And they all start bawling (and the ad comes in so I will stop there) but YEAH. THIS WAS SO BEAUTIFUL??? The way she's regretful too, the way they're still trying to apologize and make her feel better I'm :(. This is what makes nalu work and it feels like mashima is forgetting that ab his own work... they're both genuinely good and kind to each other... like not to get sidetracked but there has always been goofy fanservice moments but there were also so many wonderful, emotional, complex scenes with them with depth and maturity and I just feel like that's lacking now. So reading this was like getting punched in the face srsly because wow... THIS is the natsu I know and love ugh .....

[crystallizsch]

A Reunion

yuusha tala x jamil viper (oc x canon) word count: 800+ words cw: n/a??? i guess??? pure fluff jumpscare. notes: takes place post-nrc, several years after graduation, both of them haven't kept in touch in all those years, inspired by this lmao.

Jamil Viper.

That was him alright. Right there. Standing straight and proud with an air of confidence. At least that's what it appeared to be. He always knew how to fool people.

But Yuusha had learned how to see through his disguise.

She had to admit, he'd changed — at least on the surface, mostly. But she still recognized him to be the same as ever. Jamil still kept his hair long — styled in intricate braids and decorated with golden accessories.

Oh, how she wanted to run her hands along those silky tresses again, hearing the soft bells ring that were tied in his hair.

And then he turned.

Shit.

The eye contact.

And Yuusha was entranced all over again, falling into the soft darkness of his eyes.

She was quite sure no magic was at play. Not this time.

The girl felt her breath hitch in her throat, her feet heavy and frozen in place, and her arms stuck to her sides. She couldn't move.

But she wanted to run. Run.

That's what she was good at anyway. It seemed like she also hadn't changed.

Would she run towards him or in the opposite direction of where he was?

Admittedly, the latter felt more tempting.

It didn't help that he decided to make the first move. Jamil walked with a strut in his step. He'd look so sure of himself if it weren't for the expression on his face betraying it.

Again, Yuusha could see past his disguise.

Run away. Just run. He doesn't deserve you.

Jamil stopped in front of her as if he was just meeting someone casually. Although looking at him, his face was plastered with so many emotions—guilt, sadness… relief?

He was the first to speak.

"Yuu, I—"

As if compelled by a powerful force, Yuusha pushed herself into his arms the moment his voice reached her ears. She let out a shaky breath as if she had been holding it in this entire time.

Jamil stood there momentarily stunned. He had expected a slap, a punch, some kind of verbal abuse, or simply just a pained look on her face that would guilt him to hell and back.

He didn't expect…

This.

Yuusha didn't expect to fold this way either. All her feelings of anger, bitterness, and resignation throughout the years dissipated as soon as she buried her face in his shoulder.

She missed him. She missed him so much.

There was a heaviness in her heart that was lifted. A heaviness she didn't even realize she had been carrying.

Jamil's arms awkwardly floated around her sides, not knowing what to do with them. When she embraced him tighter, he finally felt his disposition crumble against his will.

His arms snaked around Yuusha like a whiplash, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he squeezed his eyes shut. He'd gotten taller since then. It was funny seeing their height difference now, although Yuusha was still fairly taller than the average girl.

Jamil thought this to himself as if to try to distract himself from tears forming in his eyes.

He hated to admit it, but he missed this just as much. He missed her embrace. He missed her presence.

But Jamil had no room to talk because he had caused this anyway. He was the one who had denied himself these feelings.

They didn't know how much time had passed until they decided to finally, regrettably, pull apart. Both of their faces were visibly flushed.

Yuusha sniffled with a teasing smile on her face. "It's been a while, vice housewarden."

"You can't call me that anymore… prefect," Jamil quipped back.

Yuusha let out a genuine laugh.

He missed that too — their banter. The sound of her voice, her laugh, the way her eyes flickered with mischief, and how her lips quirked up with childlike joy.

It was as if all those years without each other were nothing but a blink in the grand scheme of things.

Jamil didn't want to lose this again. Not anymore. He'd make sure of it this time.

[gffa]

hi Lumi, your posting about star wars books made me want to start reading them, which ones would you recommend?

Hi! There are a lot of Star Wars books out there and there's a lot I enjoy about them! Sure, I'll give a warning that I'm picking out the best moments and a lot of the books are not always great in their entirety, especially depending on how much you want to stay 100% true to Lucas' story.

A lot is going to depend on what you're looking for--are you a prequels fan? Are you more interested in original trilogy books? Jedi-centric books? Bounty hunters or pilots instead? Etc. Generally, I assume if you're asking me, you're here for the prequels books, but I have a more generalized list of recommendations here or you can browse my novels recs tag.

But I always generally recommend starting with: - Revenge of the Sith novelization by Matthew Stover isn't a perfect book, I could nitpick some details here and there, but the heart of this book remains unchallenged as the best SW book there is, imo. It elevates the story it's adapting (already a high bar for me, I love ROTS), Stover knows how to turn a phrase to dig deep into a character's motivations, and there's a reason why we're all constantly quoting that book. It adds so much to the story and it's a compelling tale on its own, it makes me love the characters and hurt for them all over again, and there's approximately a thousand lines in this story that you could write an entire essay on.

- Padawan by Kiersten White cannot dethrone the ROTS novelization, but I would say that I think it wound up being my favorite of the Disney era books, because it's such a straight shot to my id. It's definitely on the lighter side, it's a happier look at Obi-Wan's childhood (which I think fits his character better), he struggles and has a lot going on, but overall he's pretty well-adjusted and happy, plus there is an absolute ABUNDANCE OF CUTENESS in this book, it was so delightful and whimsical and adorable, it just made me happy.

- Light of the Jedi by Charles Soule if you're at all interested in The High Republic. This is still my favorite book of the entire series, I think it set the stage incredibly well, it had some absolutely banger lines for someone with prequels brainrot like me, and genuinely made me excited for the entire line-up.

- Dooku: Jedi Lost by Cavan Scott, which is an audiodrama but has a script version available if you're hoh or just don't like them. It's a solid look at Dooku's time as a youngling and why he left the Jedi Order and backstory with Sifo-Dyas that'll break your heart. I prefer the audio version here because the Asajj framing works so much better with the actress' voicework, it really digs into her feelings about all of this as well, making it a nice gut-punch of a story.

And now I would add Padawan's Pride by Brian Q. Miller (audiobook only, unfortunately) because it's a lovely, charming look at Anakin's time as an apprentice. It's very deliberately written as a lead-in to the Obi-Wan & Anakin comic (which I think you're supposed to be keeping in mind as you read, so I'd suggest reading in release order rather than chronological order), showing the conflict between Obi-Wan and Anakin, between Anakin the Jedi way of life, yet all the love that's growing there and the hope that they weren't wrong to hold onto. Just the right amount of crunch and sweet.

I recently read The Living Force by John Jackson Miller and, while I have a couple of issues with it (it was less spiritual than I'd like, some clunky "attachment" discourse moments that clash against Lucas' definitions, etc.), overall it was a book I loved. It was laugh out loud funny at several moments, it showed the Jedi as deeply caring, it gave time and page space to Jedi who don't usually get much focus, it had some knockout administrative worldbuilding details, and a genuinely fun experience of a story.

There are more that I personally loved (Force Collector was really good for me but not an easy one to recommend, The Legends of Luke Skywalker was very dear to me for being so in love with the galaxy far, far away, Obi-Wan & Anakin: Choose Your Destiny is a Choose Your Adventure style book that's not going to be for everyone but I adored and got so much out of, that's where Theater Nerd Mace Windu came from, the first and third From a Certain Point of View anthologies had 3-4 incredible stories in them each, the ESB one didn't impress me, etc.) and a lot of comics that I think are just as good to read if you haven't started on those, but I think this is a good starting place for prequels nerds.

(I stuck mostly to Disney continuity, it's what I'm more familiar with, and the only Legends books I fully recommend are Revenge of the Sith novelization and Dark Rendezvous, not even my beloved Wild Space comes without a bunch of caveats, but if you're interested in Legends, let me know!)

[freehounyaoi]

HALF LIFE VRAI (+gorgeous & og gordon) HEADCANONS IF YOU EVEN CARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BENREY WOOO

during. the end, he had 2 extra eyes, one above his left eye one below his right eye, now he has scars where they laid, they’re faint but he. is autistic im sorry he���s too me to not be he had a tail during the end too faint freckles ^_^ he REALLY likes red meat he likes blue flavor, not blueberries, not blue raspberry, blue stubble YAYY specifically in end, benreys feet to knees and hands to elbows fade into rlly dark blue/black looks like he’s dying of illness but like. has never been sick disassociates very often very touch very very touchy polyamorous, exes with forzen & is now crushing on both Tommy & gordon orphaned, kinda lived on his own since he isn’t human, picked his own name doesn’t actually have brothers, he’s a loser breaths through his mouth esp when he’s comfortable weird but like imagine he’s cuddled up to someone and he just yeah

COOMER YAYYY

fat, idc i’m right

gender-fluid, transmasc & gay ^_^ old man yaoi with bubby YAYYY

cool little funky punching enhancement thingies

big ol’ doe brown eyes

brunette hair before he started graying

after the resonance cascade he retired, they deserve it

has nightmares over clones. a lot, a big lot

autistic, everyone knows the science team kinda is autistic,

going off the autistic thing, one of his vocal stims is hello gordon

loves talking, loves it so much, he loves just talking to people she likes

has a high score on punch out & that one punching game where you punch the punching bag to get evaluated on

the reason is divorced because he realized he was gay

hawaiian shirts FTW!!

(most of these are somewhat canon, holly (his va) headcanons him as transmasc, short and stocky, and 5’4!)

Bubbster

Intersex & bisexual (idc if gir hcs him as straight it’s my world now/pf)

if he didn’t live with Coomer after the resonance cascade, he’d probably just be a basement dweller and just sit in the corner and cry

Bionic legs :3

canonically test tube baby, he’s probably really freaked the fuck out over it & has had genuine panic attacks over being artificially made, only in front of coomer

literally always has epi-pens for coomer

naturally(?) ginger idk what you wanna consider it, he’s canonically like 6 but in my head he’s like 67, he’s been locked in black mesa for 67 years

blue eyes

has a leather jacket with a tiger on it he will wear just to do so

has made the science team watch scrubs.. twice

picks at skin as a stress tick

has tourettes

near blind

when he got his bionic heart he died so he will sometimes just be like “hey guys i’ve died before”

being put back in the tube after betraying gordon was one of the worst things he’s been through, it was terrifying

GORDON FEETMAN!!!

also fat

joshua exists but he was an accidental pregnancy (gordon seahorse father yayy)

ftm based off last hc, that’s just canon cuz i said so

joshua is like, 9 in my head so gordon had him at like 18

bisexual

has a crush on benrey (canon but yk)

mexican and african

curly ass hair, takes really good care of it, always smells nice

bilingual

blind in left eye, 25% prescription in right eye

feels guilty as fuck even when everyone would joke about him being the cause of the RC

also autistic

wayne did not dk him justice when he lost his hand, he was screaming so gutturally loud it was painful, he strained his voice so bad, the pain was so excruciatingly terrible

tommy genuinely was the only one he could trust after benrey & bubby turned their backs on him, and that sucked because his feelings for benrey before that point were getting to him

only was adamant about not being friends with benrey at the end because of the betrayal, he wanted to hate benrey

tommy is like his. comfort friend, he doesn’t have to worry about him.. he does but he always feels comfy around him

Tommy cool man

Autistic, ADHD, PTSD and OCD

G man species, half human

strawberry enthusiasts:3 (me too)

every flavor tic tac enthusiast, always give the science team tic tacs like all the time

not very good at games enjoys playing them though

very touchy for multiple reasons

Sunkist service dog for multiple things as well, helps with panic attacks, PTSD symptoms, anxiety attacks etc

Tommy doesn’t know how Sunkist was trained to do all this, he made her sk he just kinda accepts it for how she is, and loves her

compression hugs, likes being laid on top of, it’s comforting

looks scrawny but can like. genuinely pick up all the science team & benrey with ease

started collecting propeller hats after the RC

the reason he can read sweet voice is cuz g-man species

thinking about getting a cat, maine coon or norwegian forest cat, he likes big ass animals

Sunkist is LARGE like large as fuck for a golden Tommy made sure she was huge

milk enjoyer :3 drinks it with most of his meals

wears readers

ANGEL KISSES!! (moles or beauty marks whatever you wanna call them)

tooth gap :3

walks on tiptoes

Gorgeous

6’7

cuts his hair into a fringe, lets it grow out to shoulder length, then cuts it fringe, never ending cycle

beauty marks man

freckles too

nobody fucking knows his trauma

doesn’t understand why he can understand cicero?? he just.. can??

learned ASL as a kid

clearly has some form of mommy issues he will not touch on

wears solid colors, he doesn’t wear shirts with decals, or anything, a. he doesn’t like them. b. for ASL purpose, it’s recommended to wear light/dark clothes (light in his case) depending on your skin tone to MAKE it easier to read sign, usually in light pink

prefers skirts cuz.. they’re comfy, usually knee & ankle length.. sometimes he will wear mini skirts��…. cuz he’s gross

actually hates head crabs.

would be a nudist if it was sociably acceptable

actually really enjoys video games! he doesn’t talk about it, he’s good at them too

he’s a dog person, he wants a saint bernard

freeman YAYY

6’

beauty marks

patchy beard

dark hazel eyes

starting to grey, short pony tail

has scars from his HEV suit

actually lost his hearing DUE to the RC, his mother was deaf so that’s why he knows ASL, it completely shot out his hearing

has always dressed nice

cat person

Alyx is like his daughter to him

i can’t decide if he’s trans or not

same situation with gorgeous, he wears solid colors for ASL purpose

him and cicero have yet to find a way to communicate

when he found out alyx learned ASL for her boyfriend (this is canon, was planned for episode 3) he was over the moon

enjoys IASIP (it’s always sunny in philadelphia)

scary when he’s pissed off

G-Manual samual

major RBF

scottish

moles kuz hes kawaii

wears readers

hes autistic

going on with him being autistic, the fabric his suits are a comfort fabric to him

enjoys sitcoms

drinks his coffee straight black

he is trans masc to me

praises his employers like god tbh

if he were to drink, which he doesnt, his go to drink would be rum on ice

some form of alien, not from xen though, no one knows where hes from

some type of holy creature??? he cant die?? hes weird

you'll never see it but he doesnt bleed red, his blood is black

enjoys fishing

goes to bed at 11pm, wakes up at 4am hes weird

hes also the best father ever???

songs that remind me of science team members + benrey the 6th

Benrey the 6th

I Will - Mitski

Kiss Me, Son Of God - They Might Be Giants

I’m Gonna Win - Rob Cantor

Mad World - Tears for Fears

We Will Commit Wolf Murder - Of Montreal

Gallery Piece - Of Montreal

Everybody Wants to Rule the World - Tears for Fears

The Party's Crashing Us - Of Montreal

Tommy Coolman

Living Island - POGO

Fireflies - Owlcity

Teenage Dirtbag - Weetus

rises the moon - liana flores

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen

Head Over Heels - Tears for Fears

[ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask]

Space Room

In the VR-room, which was basically a high-tech version of a treehouse where no one could tell you to come down for dinner, John was busy sulking. The room was currently set to "deep space" mode, which meant that it looked less like a room and more like the middle of the universe, if the universe was having a particularly sparkly day. John, meanwhile, stood awkwardly amidst the cosmos, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else.

Linda, two years his senior and far more confident in her skin, entered quietly. The door hissed softly as it sealed behind her. Her eyes found John's slouched figure against the backdrop of a simulated supernova, the vibrant colors painting an ethereal glow on his face. She paused a moment, observing him. Despite her usual teasing, she sensed the depth of his solitude in that moment.

John, catching her reflection in the glassy surface beside him, stiffened slightly. His encounters with Linda were often a mix of mild annoyance and an inexplicable warmth that left him flustered. "Hey," Linda started, her voice soft, almost hesitant—a contrast to her usual boisterous demeanor. "Mind if I join you?"

John shrugged, a non-committal gesture, but didn’t voice any objections. Linda walked over, standing beside him, her gaze following his to the stars. "What are you looking at?" she asked after a moment, genuinely curious.

"Nothing specific. Just... space," John replied, his voice carrying a hint of defeat that he didn't intend to reveal.

Linda looked at him, really looked, and saw the redness around his eyes, the slight droop in his posture. "Heard about the sparring match with Fred," she said, threading her words with care. "He's tough."John scoffed, looking away. "Yeah, and I’m just the academy’s favorite punching bag."

"That’s not true, John." Her voice was firm, insistent. "You're just as tough. Everyone has their off days, you know."

He finally met her gaze, his expression a mix of frustration and vulnerability. "Feels like all my days are off days, Linda. I don’t know why Halsey even bothered with me sometimes."

Linda’s heart twinged at his words, seeing the depth of his self-doubt. Without a word, she stepped closer and wrapped her arms around him. The hug was unexpected, and John's body tensed initially but gradually relaxed. He wasn't used to comfort, not like this, not from someone like Linda who always seemed so unattainably confident.

"You’re not any less than any of us," Linda whispered, her voice a soft murmur against the hum of the VR-room. "You’re a Spartan, John. My favorite Spartan."

John chuckled dryly, a sound more of resignation than amusement. "Why?"Linda pulled back slightly, looking him straight in the eye. "Because you try, John. Even when it’s hard, even when it hurts. You try. That means something."

He looked at her, really looked, and for the first time, he let himself see the concern, the affection. "Thanks, Linda," he murmured, the sulky edge fading a little.

Linda smiled, a small, genuine curve of her lips. "Anytime, space boy. Now, how about we reset this room and find something that isn't a black void?"

John’s response was a slight nod, his first genuine smile of the day beginning to form. As the stars faded around them, replaced by the vibrant life of a distant, verdant planet, Linda stayed by his side. And in that newly created world, John didn’t feel quite so alone.

Gahhhh this is adorable. "You're my favorite Spartan." Get outta here. My heavens. They're such cute little dorks. I love it.

[longlostlorian]

Recently re-stumbled across the Otherknown after losing my bookmark for it many many laptops ago (when the story was literally just beginning). Picked it back up thinking I'd read a few pages out of curiosity, bookmark it n come back later but your storytelling/art grabbed my attention so completely I was straight up compelled to read straight through to the most recent update.

As an artist myself (granted someone who's never committed to a project quite that long) I imagine it might be weird? Bit of a gut punch but relieving that someone enjoyed it? That it was worth it for someone? Maybe some other variation of unquantifiable—to have someone say they binged art you poured years and more into, in a matter of days—but genuinely just wanted to express how damn impressed I am. Over a period of years and multiple hiatuses you maintained such solid characterization, pacing—everything feels like it's been planned from day 1.

I'm sold, invested, and so curious to see what happens to Chandra, Demeck—how the faked death(s?) shake out, sweet Muriel...but at the same time, if whatever fuels you is drawing you elsewhere don't wanna be another voice making you feel anchored/guilting for following that. Guess I just wanted to say really appreciate you putting your work out there, The Otherknown is genuinely one of the best webcomics out there today, and wish you the best regardless. Will be checking out your other works next!

This is such a kind message, thank you so much, it really means a lot to hear, especially right now. At the heart of it Otherknown was and very much still is a pure passion project that I maintain solely because I want to see how it eventually ends, but I still find myself sometimes falling into the common trap of measuring it by [arbitrary metrics of success] and realizing where it falls short. I've definitely learned a lot by way of making it, which means its faults are now very apparent to me, but I also genuinely love it on its own merits even though it represents my storytelling sensibilities of nearly 10 years ago, which have changed a lot since then. All this to say, I'm very, very happy to hear it's made an impression on you (and that you find the characters to be consistent)! I couldn't ask for higher praise.

I have most of chapter six roughed out (still wild to know that after 400 pages we are still on chapter six), with a few inked and needing colors, and I very much want to continue when I can. I hope you'll be along for the ride!! At the very least we will see what happens to Chandra and Dems, for better or worse. Good luck on your creative endeavors ♥️

[abbythewritor]

"Specimen" Connor x Venom reader. *3.*

Description: Y/n, a girl who's been alone her whole life, decides to change when an alien from the sky corrupts her body. Learning to cope with the symbiote named Venom, the two figure out a way to help put an end to disgusting humans who pick on the weak. But what happens when a certain Android detective is on her tail as if he was attracted to her all this time?

Warnings: Drama, blood, violence, stuff from the game, you know, the usual from Detroit become human.

Other things:

-I do not own Detroit Become Human; they belong to the owners and creators of the game.

-We will be following both Markus and Connors's story, maybe a little bit of Karas, because the reader is with the deviants, while Connor, you know, does his cop duties, lol.

-Y/n is a human girl who is then corrupted by Venom; if you don't know who Venom is, then I recommend watching the movie about him, then that will sum it up for you.

Enjoy the third chapter, everyone. :) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

?????????? POV

It was cold.....

Wet.......

And I was just in utter pain.

Even though, Androids can't feel pain, my initial core seemed broken, broken by....sorrow?

All of my emotions were on high alert, my mind racing with multiple thoughts and scenes from before.

I remember what happened...but...I don't know where I am exactly.

This place, felt...weird...and cold.

I had never experienced a feeling like this in my life, Nor did I ever express it all my career; all I ever felt was emptiness and blankness, never genuinely knowing my emotions. Today, I was truly more lost than ever before. it is where my genuine emotions began.

Rain was pouring heavingly onto the ground, the mud below me only getting wetter and messier.

I felt weak, broken, and torn apart from my life as I hear the sounds of disaster, the rain, and cries for help.

Where are their other's like me in this situation? Did I get destroyed by something I never had done?

I knew now where I was and how I got here....but...I don't know what I did to deserve to be here.

Carl.....that's the last person I saw...before everything went black.

His body was on the floor, his skin cold as it could ever be. My scanners didn't pick up a heartbeat, but only a heart attack...I wanted to save Carl; he was like a dad to me, but...before I could explain to the Humans what happened, with the situation of Leo...they pointed a Gun at me, then shot a bullet straight to my initial core.

That's right, the Humans were the ones that ended me, brought me here, and blamed me for something I didn't do, they even blamed me for theft and red ice consumption, which was Leo's doing.

I didn't know what else to do; I couldn't get any more lives endangered, and to see Carl on the floor, dying, the assault from the humans, everything that is going on...maybe it was my fault.

The humans blame my kind for everything; we get kicked and spat on, and they even call un-explainable names; the humans can barely look us in the eye without throwing a punch or kneeing our stomach.

We get treated differently than humans treat each other, even though we do everything for them. It's true what Carol has said, the world surely does hate someone who is different, and Now I finally realize, I was the different one. If I keep living like this...keep getting stepped on, spat on, even get thrown or decommissioned for something I never did, then...what is there to life than being trapped? I have to do something...I have to get out of here.

Lifting myself up from the ground, my eyes saw the dump and a little fuzziness. I ran my scanners throughout my body, Notifying me I was missing a leg, a heart component, a hearing component, and an eye.

Trying my best to see, I looked around the area, crawling to see if I could find any parts that weren't damaged yet.

My first task was to replace my legs, so I won't have to crawl the whole time. I crawled and crawled, trying my best to see until I eyed an abandoned leg sitting in the mud. It was perfectly fine when I scanned it, no damage was done, and a sigh of relief came from my mouth. I took the leg into my hands, ripped off one of my bad legs, and then simply put it back on, twisting it until I heard a 'clicking' sound.

It felt nice to get a new one as I looked and wiggled my new toes. Though as fascinating as looking at my feet was, I needed another replacement for the left leg to be able to walk again. So again, I crawled, some legs I came across were incompatible, and others were not even built to be used or in proper condition. But, soon, I came across a body of one of my own, looking at it with slight sorrow; as I looked at its leg, the left one was compatible, Good.

So, I ripped off my left leg and then the new one-off, replacing it with where my old leg used to be.

Suddenly getting a feeling on my left side, I could stand, but once I tried standing, I sometimes stumbled, which was to be expected. Since now I can be able to walk...I need to find a way out of here.

^ NEW OBJECTIVE

^ ESCAPE JUNKYARD

Beginning to walk, I felt off balance as I tried to find my way out of this place of hell for androids.

I still needed to find more parts, an eye, a heart component, and a hearing chip.

Walking for what seemed forever, a hand suddenly grabbed me; as I turned to look, it was a broken, lost android, and his eyes looked at me with despair. "There's a p-p-p-PPPPP-place w-we're whhhhhEEEEEEEEEr'e we can be f-freeeEeeeE! F-FinnnDDDddd Jericoh! Find t-the DEEEEvianTTT s-saaAAAvior."

I was confused, my sensor picking up everything he said. Making sure to save his words in an important file location, I walked past, continuing into the dump; as I had to crawl through a tiny yet tight space, more bodies and hands began to touch me all around.

Struggling to get through at first, I managed to free myself from the crawl space until one of them choked me, and my eyes widened with fear.

"Where are you going?" It asked as I tried to break free from its grasp, but once I did, I flung away, tumbling across the muddy floor.

I stood back up, turning in a direction where I could see a neon sign, which must be where the exit was. Looking at myself to see if I was a little bit ok; my sensors didn't pick up new damaged parts, which meant I could keep going.

"P-Please..." Something called, as I looked down, seeing a desperate android looking up at me. All that was left of him was half of his body, as he couldn't move or crawl anymore.

My eyebrows furrowed at the sight as I kneeled down to him, but I could not speak because of my missing components. "I'm begging you...I can't live like this...p-please just end me..." His request was rash; the more I looked at him, the less I wanted to kill him. I couldn't do that to him, I can't kill anybody, I would never. Standing up, I could hear him whine, calling back for me to not leave him; as much as I wanted to stay with him; I couldn't; I needed to keep going, I need to find a way out. Walking and searching for another couple of minutes, I stumbled upon another android with a right-eye component.

Taking its eye, I shoved it into my eye socket, a slight pain going to my head as my sight tried to adjust quickly. Soon enough, I could see clearly, the fuzziness of my one eye wholly gone, the world becoming much clearer through my View. My body, my mission, the exit...I am almost there; I just need to hear and have a core component...

With a bit more exploring, I soon found the core component I was looking for. The woman who contained it suddenly died and collapsed into my arms as I frowned at the sight; the sound of her voice shutting down caused my heart to feel weak.

Setting her on the ground gently, with full respect, I removed her upper clothing, revealing many scratches, holes, and blue blood from that area.

'She must have been abused before coming here..' I thought, looking away as I imagined what she could have been through, as the thought of many situations they could have done made e sick.

Getting my composure back, I looked back at her chest and took the core out of her chest, feeling some type of emotional pain through my right chest area, I put the core into my chest, and gasped, a pain rising where a human heart should be. I collapsed to my knees, my forehead hitting the ground as deep breaths and slight coughs came out of my mouth.

It was hard, hard to breathe at the moment as I was truly confused about why I was feeling pain or anything of the matter; Androids don't feel pain; maybe it was a shock, or something messing up in my software; I am broken, after all.

Taking a few minutes, I was able to bring myself back together as I slowly sat up, soon going back to my feet.

Like a new Android, I felt better as the last thing I needed was a hearing chip; I was almost to the exit. Exploring the last bit of the Junk Yardin and out, I found a compatible ear chip off another Android. This one was easier to remove than the other components, as the Android was shut down and facing away from me.

I still felt terrible about all the other components I took, as they all suffered great deals before coming here.

But, I needed the components, something in this world has to be done, and the way we Androids are treated is unfair.....humans must be stopped.

Looking at the ear drive, I began to put it into the socket behind my right ear, loud screeches and uncomfortable noises ringing through my ears.

Though, once it was all the way in, my hearing was able to come back as loud sounds from the thunder and rain ran through my ears.

Being able to hear again was a wonderful feeling, as I was now fixed, but at the same time...everything was scary, as the rain and thunder were louder than expected.

It was like a whole new environment down here, this...place acting more like Hell, rather than an android graveyard.

Still feeling weak, I pushed the emotions aside as one final task came into my program.

^ Find an escape route.

Looking around for any exits or safe places to hop onto, all I could do was climb and head to the neon sign above. It could be dangerous; I could get pulled back down here...but...what do I have to lose? I've already lost everything I could ever want...it's time to take any risks at this point.

So, I did that; I began the climb, taking one foot and hand in front of the other, trying to avoid any other hands that were trying to pull me back down.

Repeating the same steps for about ten minutes, my left hand reached the ground, and I used all my strength left to pull myself up, up towards freedom.

Finally, out, I crawled a little bit away from the edge, the rain still pouring onto my body as I took some deep breaths, myself soon sitting up on my knees.

My eyes looked up to the sky, not bothered by the drops of Rain hitting my pupils, as what I just witnessed and gone through, was more than a nightmare, it was hell, and I had just escaped it.

There is no time, now that I am myself again, to just stand around; I need a plan; I need to find the place and person that android was talking about; I need the plan to fight back the humans; I need the plan to be free, and keep freedom with me. Looking down, I noticed a sharp object that could be useful, as I knew just what to do with it.

Grasping it with my hands, I held it up to my burden, the LED, as I dug under it, taking away the circle that ruined my past.

Hearing it plop to the ground satisfied my ears as It notified me that I am no longer a slave or an android; I was someone and worth more than everyone else here.

Standing up, I slowly walked towards a pole with a Jacket on it.

I am very...sorry, everyone you had to witness all of that, witness the sadness and brokenness of my people. When I meet someone new, I give them an introduction, I could have if I wasn't broken and destroyed in that place of hell, but now that I am up, I can introduce myself...hello, it is nice to meet you all. Facing the camera, I blankly looked at you as the rain continued to drip slowly down my skin and broken body.

"My name......Is Markus..."

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'Damn...it's really pouring out there.' You and Venom were home, not at Jericho, but at the home you rented out for yourself. Jericho is nice, but Humans like yourself can't really sleep on hard metal floors or even bug-infested mattresses, so breaking into an old, abandoned house you fixed up yourself was a pretty well-done investment. The storm outside was getting worse, giving luck to you that you were dry and inside as your hands gripped the hot, delicious coffee mug into your hands.

Yourself was sitting on the window seat, your eyes watching every raindrop hit your window, your eyes closing and enjoying the sound.

It was nice to come home from a long day, as the situation with the deviant and Gavin being an asshole made the day even harder and harder. Just when you thought the Meeting with Fowler would have gone smoothly, Gavin just made things worse by being a child and complaining to him about you.

Why? Well, let's just say as you were heading to fowlers office today, Venom slipped a little something into his coffee as you walked past, Gaving seeing you walking passed his desk, and similarly used you as the first suspect.

Of course, you told him off, and you weren't in trouble by any of it, but of course, on a day where everything seems to go to plan, this idiot of a detective fucks it up.

So here you are, home early, enjoying peace and quiet as Venom munched on the chocolate cake you have him.

A book was sat perfectly in front of you, as you just finished reading it, notes from the Novel written in the notebook below.

After taking a sip of the delicious dirty water, you let out a sigh of satisfaction before your phone buzzed.

Grasping your phone, you looked to see a message from North as you opened it.

North: Good Job today Y/n. The police got enough information they need without getting too close to our Tail, be ready for tomorrow, as a new Deviant case has been reported on the news.

Shaking your head with a slight chuckle, you never really understood how North is so good with getting information early like this, as it's impossible to leak into the police's information. But, what she is talking about, you already know, how a Deviant escaped with a little girl, the guy saying it almost 'shot' and 'killed' him. Just by hearing that stupid man's voice, you and Venom knew it was a lie, and he's definitely high on red ice. But you didn't know why the deviant Ran away, especially with the little girl. Venom could sense your confused thoughts as he turned away from his Cake, looking at you. "What is the matter? We since your confused thoughts. Is it about the new case that popped up?" Sighing, you looked down at your coffee. "Yeah....you know..it doesn't bother me that Deviants run away, but with a child...? It almost sounds like it was abducting it." Venom hummed, soon going closer to you. 'Could be for safety reasons, maybe the deviant is Taking her away from the man because he was abusive, or it could be the other way around, a Kidnapping.' Your brows furrowed. "Could be a possibility, like what happened on the rooftop with the other deviant the RK 800 took down, or the man could be abusive too; something is up with that man; you could also tell he was high, right?" 'Who wouldn't? That man looks like a fucked up scarecrow who has overwhelming diabetes; he definitely lied to the police and didn't want them to know anything about the truth."

"Well.." You sat your coffee down, your arms soon hugging your knees as you smiled, your head turning to Venom. "We'll know tomorrow, won't we?" *Knock* *Knock* Freezing in Place, Venom turned to face the door as you looked.

Confused, he turned back to you. "Expecting someone?" Your head shook. "No, I didn’t order anything from Amazon, nor did I give anyone my address back at the station..." Venom hummed again. "Let's check it out; it could be our neighbor, though I must go inside of you for safety measures; it could be someone dangerous." Nodding, you let Venom go back inside your back, hopping up from your seat as you made your way to the door, slowly but cautiously. Getting close enough, you didn't stand fully in the doorway, but your back hit the wall as you looked toward the doors. "Who's there?!"No answer. Confused, you looked around your living room, looking at your windows as you see no shadows or sense no more than one other person here. "I know there's someone here! If you talk, then I can help in some way!!! Are you dangerous?! Did you come to kill me?!" Silence arose again, which weirded you out. Who would knock into your door at freaking 1 am in the morning? Who in the hell is even up at this time anyway? It’s weird, You didn't like it, as you expected the person at the front door to answer you by now, or to burst open to shoot you or to stab you to death. ‘Open the door; if the man jumps you, I'll slice his head off.' Nodding, your hand grasped the handle door in front of you, your arm slowly opening your door as one of your eyes peaked out, looking all over your front porch. Not seeing anything too dangerous, your eyes glanced down, a small gasp soon escaping your mouth as your arm swung the door open, revealing an unpleasant surprise.

A male body, a handsome one at that, was lying flat on your doorstep, his clothes ripped and his body beaten.

His skin was a dark shade, his hair shaved as the cloak covering his head was down, the cloth blowing with the wild storm.

Kneeling down to his level quickly, Venom popped out of your back, soon attaching himself to the male. 'Hmm...this guy's an idiot for being in a storm like this...' "Shut up, Venom, he might not have had anywhere else to go...don't you see how damaged he is?" "Yeah, but I can also see how not human he is; this guy is an android Y/n, you can tell by the blue blood surrounding him' Venom was right; it was an android, as the gashes and wounds along his skin showed metal parts, and also wiring clearly.

The male was clearly passed out, some of his body parts lost and on a hanging point as they were about to fall. You were surprised he wasn't shut down with the amount of blue blood loss, as the liquid covered your entire front porch. "We need to bring him inside, we don’t know how long he has left.

‘His parts and shit are all ducking mixed up, he has two different colored eyes, his legs aren’t even apart of his model, it’s like he is mixed up with different fucking robots.’ Brows furrowing, you gave him a good look, as you wanted to find any clues of who, and what model he is. But, when you were searching every inch of him, your eyes widened again when you saw a Gun shot hole, right where his core should be. “Holy shit..” you muttered, Venom forming a face. “

“What did you find?”

“He got shot, Venom, and the size of the bullet is part of a Glock, which is what The police use on duty….” You explained, ripping off the clothing at the area, as it revealed a more gruesome wound than expected. Venom floated over the wound area, analyzing it more deeply.

“Idiot must have been at the wrong place at the wrong time, if he got shot, how in the hell he was able to make it all the way over here, don’t they take broken androids to the dump?”

Sighing, your head shook. “I don’t know, we won’t know more if we don’t get him inside; I’ll get my toolbox; Venom just bring him to my couch and shut the door, making sure no one is near or watching us.”

“On it.”

Venom formed into his human form, soon lifting Markus up, as both of you headed inside.

Setting him on the couch, you ran upstairs to grab your android repair kit. Your so glad you have prepared this thing early, it surely is needed now and will be needed in future just case something like this ever have happens. He was in brutal Condition, Venom sensing many beatings and bruises all done by humans.

He can tell by the shape, even the crappy accuracy of the bullet wound just barely hitting his component.

Investigating Markus further, he noticed some kick marks, not fresh, probably happened a week ago. Overall, he couldn’t pick up anything else as he sighed, grabbing some pillows from the other couch. Lifting him up slightly, he put a pillow under his head, his hands soon taking the ripped up shirt from his body, tossing it into the trash.

Hearing the hurried footsteps from you, he looked as you went around the couch, the Android kit in your left hand.

Setting it down quickly, you grabbed a bottle of ibuprofen/ sleep medicine, as you handed it to Venom.

“We need to get the bullet out of his chest component, since he is a deviant, he will defiantly feel pain we need this operation to go smoothly and quietly, understood?” Venom nodded. “Noted, but there might be a slight chance we are to late, just remember that brat.”

Forcing Markus’s mouth open, he put the two pills in, pouring some water to make it go down.

After a couple of minutes until the meds kicked in, the procedure was about to begin, as your gloves hand grabbed a Scalpel, putting some sort of cleaner on the part you wanted to cut.

It basically wasn’t easy to get the bullet out, as it was in a very awkward part and position into his component, you worked basically 4 hours trying to fix him, and get the bullet out, as he surprisingly stayed asleep for that long

But, as the morning sun rose through the closed curtains, you successfully got the bullet out, and recently closed the wound.

“Yeah, I know, he’s resting now, the wounds were pretty bad, the bullet was in an awkward position-Mhm; sure, I’ll take him there if he ever wakes up, but he needs to recover, so it won’t be for awhile- like I said his wounds are pretty bad I don’t know when he will recover- you know what ok, I’ll keep you and Simon updated, but if he dies, then there’s no point in getting angry at me for it, bye.” Hanging up the phone, you sighed while Venom crossed his arms. "What did Dick's head want?" "As soon as this model wakes up, Josh wants him at Jericho and only Jericho. But we can't bring him until he recovers because his injuries are terrible; how is he holding up?" Venom sighed. "His Core is steady; we got the bullet out just in time before the tin can shut down; the bastard is a unique model of the robots; never seen multiple of his kind before. Kinda like the Rk800 bastard, we work with now, but he's not a police officer." You hummed with a reply. "Didn't Kamski tell us he made three unique separate androids?" "No, he said five, but we only found two; why is it so important we find all of them, if I can ask? We might not be able to turn all of them into deviancy. Like North requested." Sighing, you ran your hands through your hair. "I know...but...." You looked at him. "We need them on our side if we want freedom for all; you know how harsh we humans can get with abuse to others. I just don't want the world going to even more shit than it already has. Connor will be the hard one to crack, and if we don't be careful, he might shut us down instantly if he finds out too soon." Venom sat next to you on the open spot of the couch, propping his feet up on the newly clean coffee table. "That work is a pain in the ass; his questions annoyed me the instant he talked to you. Kamski, the bastard, knew what he was doing when he made the model more innovative, faster and could accomplish a case in under 2 hours. To think a human can do that is outrageous-" Your phone buzzed, interrupting Venom's sentence as you sighed, taking it right out of your pocket.

//////// 5g ||| 7:51 Am

Hank: Oi, got a case of theft over Camden; it could be an Android.

Sighing, you began to reply.

You: K, be right there; coffee for the grumpy man? 🍵☕

Hank: Haha, very funny, black with two sugars, make it quick or you're off the case, Miss FBI.

Closing your phone, you hopped to your feet. "Come on, we got a case over at Camden." Confused, Venom followed. "Who would want something to do with Piece of shit. It's like a Ghost town." Shrugging, you grabbed your coat as Venom went back into you, quickly changing you into your FBI disguise. "Don't know, but we know when we will get there; also, make the perfect cup of coffee for Hank...."

"We don't wanna get on his bad side even more."

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[silent-sanctum]

Hey so uhhh I was wondering if you can make a lil small itty witty fic about jotaro's pov on the reader, like how he sees them how he feels about them and what not, kinda just random thought yk bit i feel like itd be cute🤭🤭 i hope you understand what i mean by this, anywhom I hope you have a wonderful day 🫶🫶

hiya! sorry this took so long to fulfill TT. But eventually I got this out for everyone to see~~ Hope I gave your request some justice and hope everyone enjoys it ^^ also i recommend playing this for some additional feels~

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Love.

Such a strange, contradicting feeling that is. It’s subtle yet it’s obvious. It creeps up to you the way a vine does on a decrepit wall, yet it hits you straight out of nowhere like a punch you didn’t expect coming. It’s selfless and selfish at the same time. Bits of every emotion ever felt laced with this one feeling.

Others found it stemmed from a sense of destiny, a fate interwoven in the universe. Others figured it was simply a feature built into human beings due to our species being the social type who craved connections with fellow humans.

For me, I have always been the one to side with reason and logic, often siding with the scientific explanations and dismissing the crap that was merely wishful thinking, but when it comes to this… I’m not sure I completely side with either.

Honestly, I don’t even know if love is something I’m able to express properly the way others express it. And the reason? It’s complicated.

My mother was the hopeless romantic, so full of love and care tending to my wellbeing, compensating for the lack my father couldn’t give me due to his work. Outside of family, I never knew how to show love to others, more so when they treat me and my mom like outsiders.

And so I thought, “Since I’m not sure how this works, why should I love someone else when all it does is make me tired in the long run, exhausted from spreading it to assholes who’d taunt and abuse you in return?”

I was sure of my decision. Just as I always was with anything else.

But then you came.

You were everything new and unfamiliar. Someone who I couldn’t understand at first because you were so different from me- passionate, outspoken, lively, and brimmed with so much love. But, just like love itself, you were a walking contradiction.

You had all these positive traits that blended you neatly with the rest, but you were also sassy, sarcastic, passive-aggressive, and assertive which admittedly caught me off guard. One that wasn’t afraid to bite to protect or wouldn't back down without putting up a fight no matter how friendly you were.

If anything, you made me intrigued. Your foreign charm made me want to know you more the way the other students failed to do.

And so, I did what I wanted to do. I allowed you to venture more into my life- being a part of my break times and hours of dismissal, knowing about my Stand, learning about my family’s generational problem with an old enemy, and joining me in the quest to solve it.

Throughout it all, when all I wanted was to know you better, I grew to learn the one thing I thought I couldn’t do… I grew to love you.

I couldn’t accept it at first because it startled me when all of a sudden, I became aware of how my heart raced and my stomach fluttered every time you cast a beaming smile in my direction or whenever you showed me genuine kindness time and time again. Or even when you sass me whenever I tried to throw you off with my usual rudeness.

Your laughter moved me to smile and do the most stupid shit to make you that happy again. Your tears urged me to help you through your pains, to move past my cold reserved shell and engulf you with warmth.

And your confession encouraged me to reciprocate- to acknowledge and let you know how I truly felt about you.

Suddenly, after the bullshit all of us had to go through, all the times we spent with our friends… you became someone more than just a close friend.

Unexpectedly, you became my lover.

And I didn’t know why. I was everything messed up when you met me the first time and time we saw each other again years after our journey. With the first, I was a rude delinquent unable to fit in with the crowd. The second an insomniac college student who was too much of a coward to fight his own trauma.

Yet despite all my flaws, all my constant attempts to flee from my deeply-seated insecurities and fears, you were so stubborn and undyingly loyal that you never gave up on me. You stood by my side, held me when I was at my weakest, and professed that no matter the situation-

You’d stay with me until the end.

Because you loved me just as much as I have loved you for all these years.

And look where we are right now- happily married for 7 years in a cozy villa by the sea, raising our beautiful daughter unconditionally.

In the end, love is unexpected. It isn’t linear nor is it too chaotic. It’s a pinch of fate and a handful of the need to seek intimacy. It comes in many shapes and forms, including one in the shape of my dear spouse.   

I don’t know how to end this rather long journal entry but I guess I can end it with a note to you, in case you’re reading.

For all the bullshit you had to put up with, the amount of patience you had staying with me, the times when you had to power through all these supernatural obstacles… Thank you.

Thank you for seeing me through thick and thin. Thank you for loving me the way I am. Thank you for helping me throughout our time together.

I wish for nothing more than to continue our life as it is right now.

I love you and always will.

[vibratingskull]

"Hai, tis me again 🫡 Putting in a Thrawn x Ar'alani smut request! Thrawn returns to the Ascendancy for reals this time. When Thrawn arrives, things are way too hectic for him to find some genuine alone time with Ar'alani. The pair have some serious sexual tension that comes out when they find themselves alone in an elevator together. They're fighting for dominance over one another - sloppy and messy "I miss u" sex. Ar'alani is frustrated and angry with Thrawn, Thrawn misses Ar'alani ALOT." - @thrawnalani

First time i write for a ship. It was rather difficult but pretty fun 😊

Thrawn x Ar'alani

Tag: smut, cunni, p in v

Thrawn steps into the elevator and breathes deeply once the doors close. The Ascendancy didn't change, it worsened even. Too much political agitation, too little factual military responses. He had to meet with numerous aristocras and syndics and respond to numerous nonsensical questions, apparently they are worried about the political repercussions of his return. Apparently the Mitth Patriarch was furious when he appeared with his fleet at the Ascendancy's door. It's Roscu who found him; she welcomed him back as he expected with disdain and defiance. Some things did not change and he finds it comforting. 

He loosens up his collar, those questions really took a toll on him, he has the head ready to burst. If only they could give him just 5 minutes of peace, 5 minutes alone…

He didn't stop for a second after he arrived. He's getting old, he chuckles, his patience is getting slimmer. He stretches his neck and shoulders as he's alone in this elevator. 

Where is she now ? 

Surely on patrol somewhere… Away from him. 

He sighs, closing his eyes. 

He would have loved to see a glimpse of her face, a smile in his direction, the hand of a friend extended to him.

That would suffice for his happiness. 

Just a touch. His finger grazing her hand. That would surely suffice. 

The elevator stops to welcome someone else, he opens his eyes and he straightens his stature. He takes a step on the side to let them enter. 

The doors open. 

And the air is punched out of his lungs. 

Her eyes widen for a demi second before the mask of imperturbability is back on both of their faces. 

It is her. 

In all her glory.

She comes and places herself next to him, without a single glance.

- Grand Admiral Thrawn, she politely salutes with distance in the tone.

- Admiral Ar’alani, he tilts his head.

He remains calm, but inside his heart is racing.

- Not anymore, I am now a Fleet Admiral. I took after Supreme General Ba'kif work.

- I have not been made aware of that. My congratulations.

She tuts without responding. The elevator resumes its ascension in the stone building. 

They remain silent, without exchanging glances, but her scent comes and invades his nose, he inhales the fragrance deeply, welcoming it far into his lungs, a mix of honey, wild flowers and chemicals. It makes his mouth water. He licks his teeth to gather self control. He does not turn his head to her, preferring to admire her through the mirror in his peripheral vision. She's getting older too, little wrinkles come adorn her eyes and the corner of her mouth, gray and white strands of hair at her temples. She’s never been more beautiful to him.

-You collar is loose, she says out of the blue without looking at him.

- Yes, I needed to be a bit less constricted for five little minutes.

-It’s unprofessional, remedy it now, she orders.

-Yes, Fleet Admiral.

He ties his collar again. He do no let it appears on his face but he’s smiling internally, even though he regrets her cold tone he always admired her way of giving order, even to him. Her imposing presence, her hard stare...What a women.

-You’ve created a certain commotion by coming back, she finally lets out, her head fixed straight on the door.

- It appears so, even though I do not understand the political ramification of my return.

His breath shortens as his heart race quickens. It feels like he’s going crazy. After so long, she gave him the cold shoulder and deprives him of her beautiful gaze. This is unfair! He abandoned everything for her and the Ascendancy, he left everything behind to come back stronger than ever to bring help to his people. And she won’t even grace him with a smile? Might as well stab him in the heart, it would be less painful.

She lets out a snarky snarl.

- Of course you do not. You didn’t back then and you won’t now.

- Maybe you could teach me? He tries an approach turning his head to her to be welcomed by her unmoving profile. He's never been too good at this game but it won’t prevent him from trying. For her he would try anything. He keeps an eye on the elevator’s indicator, soon they would reach the floor and be separated again… In those conditions? Without a smile ? Without staring longingly in her gorgeous eyes? Without grazing her hand once ? 

He cannot let that happen. He spent all those years thinking about her, the only thing keeping him sane in this Empire of vipers.

- Right now? We do not have the time. And I doubt to be able to teach anything to an old blinkered person like you.

Then…

Something switches in his head.

He silently and oh so calmly turns towards the control panel, opens it, and very simply tears the wires. The elevator stops instantly in a jolt, plunged into darkness, only a small emergency light bulb lightning crudely the metal box.

-Grand Admiral Thrawn! She shouts indignant, finally looking at him.

He fully turns towards her.

-Now listen, Fleet Admiral, I had some very rough years and a notably rough day. I am in no mood to take this unfair beating: I have been sent to find allies for the Ascendancy, and came back with a full fleet. I succeeded in my mission. Now I do not want the honor of the victor nor any medals. The only thing I ask for is the warmth of a friend, a welcoming smile or friendly salutations, of which I have received none and especially coming from you this is particularly cruel. Now we can remedy it or never speak again.

He can’t believe what he just said, it was totally unprompted and involuntary. He would never cut their bound and renounce her friendship, but something in her demeanor made him snap. 

They look into each other's eyes in silence for a whole minute when she finally raises an eyebrow, looking at him like a curious insect. He fully braces for the storm coming, she has every right to be beside herself.

- You’ve changed, Mitth’raw’nuruodo. You used to have more patience, she states calmly.

-It has been ten years, Ar’alani. People change, I am not immune to it.

She holds his gaze before finally lowering her eyes and sighs.

-You’re right, it’s been ten years… Ten years of tumult, ten years of uncertainty, ten years of hope of you coming back against all odds. Ten years without any news, any signs of life…

He presses his lips in a thin line, feeling a bit gauche now.

- And I am truly sorry for that, he assures, it was due to parameters out of my control.

 -I know… 

Her voice is so weary suddenly, like years of stress coming crushing down upon her suddenly. 

- But you don’t know what I feared happened to you…

He gently takes her hands and squeezes them.

- But I am here now, I have returned.

- Things have changed. The Ascendancy is in great peril, eating itself from within. You might have returned home to lose it definitively.

- This defeatism is not like you.

She giggles tiredly.

- Maybe I’ve changed too.

He holds her face, forcing her to look at him.

- Whatever might happen, we will face it together.

And without thinking of consequences, he puts his lips against hers delicately, annihilating more than thirty years of friendship in one simple gesture…  It is so soft, softer than what he ever imagined with a sugary taste. She doesn’t respond, neither inviting him or pushing him back. He slowly parts, searching her gaze, holding his breath, waiting to discover if he just made the biggest error of his life…

She gasps lightly, and seizes his head with force, pressing their mouth together. His heart skips a beat, but he welcomes it. He deepens the kiss, caressing the back of her head, the low of her back, pressing their body together like they could fuse as one. He pushes her against the wall, squeezing her harder in his arms while making out. She’s disheveling him, clawing his back through the fabric, pushing her tongue in his mouth, hugging his tongue, moaning in the kiss.

Oh this is such sweet music to his ears, angels could not sing softer.

Finally…

A hunger of thirty years will be satiated tonight.

And he’s ravenous.

She looks as starving as him, which makes his heart fluster. It is so satisfying to know you please the other person as much as she pleases you. He tastes blood and realizes she’s biting his lower lips. He growls in response. 

She moves away, tearing him apart, but it is to open his tidy uniform. She hurries in her movement, a bit clumsily with such haste. He resists the temptation to just tear the fabric of both of their uniforms and instead choose to help her. He quickly ends up in his black tank top that he discards as quickly. She also opens her jacket while he kneels down to open her white pants, he pulls them down with her undergarment and caresses his way up her legs. He grazes her inner thighs and looks up at her, panting and with messy hair, he sees her chest moving up and down as she breathes. Without breaking eye contact he approaches his head to her vulva and gives a long, wet lick at her slit. She closes her shiny eyes and throws her head backward, so he does it again, teasing her entrance, slips up his tongue between her pussylips, his nose buried in her pubes. He inhales the musk deeply. He laps at her cunt with the flat of the tongue, sucking and flicking his tongue at her clit, he does it conscientiously, thoroughly, like his savoring a rare dish. She gasps and whines, holding his head, pressing it further against her wet, slick sex. He thought he could die happy suffocated between her legs. He tonguefucks her until a tremor shakes her and she comes in his mouth with a moan. He drinks it all like a thirsty man. He licks his lips with a satisfied grin, looking at her purple and panting face, a drop of sweat at her temple. He kisses her public mount and rises on his feet, unbuckling his pants. She slips her hand in his boxer to feel and stroke his length, appreciating the circumference of his girth. He sighs with pleasure at the delicious sensation, he kisses her cheeks and she bites his ear.

-Hurry, she breathes.

He pulls down his boxer, freeing his hardening dick, he gives it a few rough strokes and presses the tip at her cunt, coating it as he trails her pussylips, nudging her hole with his tip. She bites her lower lips, her hands at the back of his neck. He kisses the tip of her nose and aligns himself with her, he slowly enters her, moaning as her tightness strangles his veiny shaft, he pushes and buries himself to the hilt. She jumps and circles his waist with her legs as he carries her his hand under her thighs. Taking support on the wall he starts rutting inside her, thrusting his hips sloppily, they mewl in unisson, making out again. He feels his cock get swallowed by her wet warmth, she grips him as he stuffs her full and she’s not embarrassed to let her pleasure be known by the most obscene noises. It only fires him up more, giving him even more energy and vigor. He rolls his hips languorously, as she bounces on his cock, he languidly plunges into her soft flesh, feeling her spasms and contracts around his length.

-I missed you, she mewls

It makes his heart beat faster and heat up his cheek even more.

-Me too, my love, me too.

They kiss languorously, until his thrust becomes erratic. He’s close, he knows it.

-Stay with me, she grunts.

- I will.

He feels all his lower body tensing up, but when he tries to remove himself she locks him between her legs until he finishes inside her. His orgasm his mind shattering, pushing air out his lungs. She clenches around his cock when she cums and he put her down, legs trembling, short breath and glossy eyes. He rests his forehead against hers, catching his breath, he brushes her hair out of her face. She holds his hand and rests her cheek in it. They remain silent, smiling, grazing their nose tips, savoring this quiet moment before getting back to real life.

-We must get back, she sighs

-I know, but he doesn’t stop pampering kisses on her face.

-Thrawn, I’m serious. We got work to do.

-I know… This time he’s the one sighing

She smiles contritely and pecks his lips.

-Come to my place tonight? I will let the door open for you.

-I am afraid I will finish late, he reluctantly admits.

-It is okay. I waited for you for ten years, I can wait a little longer…

@bluechiss @thrawnalani @justanothersadperson93 @al-astakbar

@thrawnspetgoose @readinglistfics @elise2174 @debonaire-princess @twilekchiss @pencil-urchin @ineedazeezee @mssbridgerton

[threecheersforinking]

Drama Review: Reply 1988

**spoilers ahead**

*if you haven't seen the show, read my spoiler free WYSW post first!!*

This post will continue what I started with Boys Over Flowers (where I wrote a long unsolicited dump of all my thoughts on a show I really loved). And, needless to say, I really loved this show too. I honestly haven't cried this much at a tv show in a long time, and that's saying something because I cry very often. I think I teared up at least once every episode, and don't even get me started on the final episode because I'm pretty sure I was full on crying for at least 1 hour straight.

I guess the reason I was so attached to this show, and likely the reason this show is so popular, is because it's so relatable. Even if you haven't lived in that one particular alley in Ssangmun, most people can relate to growing apart from friends, moving out of their parents' house, leaving their childhood behind, etc. I felt like I watched this at a really appropriate time in my life, and maybe that's why I was especially emotionally impacted by it.

Characters

If you've ever read my blog before you'll know that I love a large cast of characters! So I was very pleased with all the characters and the different dynamics they had in this show. As an anime fan I'm used to teenagers/young people being the focus with adult characters being kind of an afterthought, but I really loved how developed and important all the adult characters were. The parents weren't there just to be parents, they had their own goals, lives, and struggles.

Sunwoo was probably my favorite character, but it was hard to pick a favorite because they were all so great. Funnily enough, Bora was originally my least favorite character (due to how cruel she was to her siblings at the start), but I'm happy to say she really grew on me. The development she went through due to her relationship with Sunwoo made me like her a lot more. The two of them were so cute together and I really enjoyed their secret dating era in 1989.

I also loved Taek and Sunwoo's blended family, I thought it was so nice how they became brothers after being friends for so many years. The way the show handled the two boys' reactions and adjustment to their parents dating was really well done as well.

The Romance Subplot

As I've said before, I like love triangles, and this show was no exception. Coming directly off of my watch of Boys Over Flowers (in which the love triangle lowkey had me ripping my hair out), this love triangle was a breath of fresh air. Honestly I have never been so conflicted as to which love interest I'm 'rooting for' before. I think I may have been subconsciously rooting for Junghwan because that 'fake confession' episode hit me right in the gut, but I loved both Taek and Junghwan so much I genuinely didn't even care.

One of my favorite scenes in the show is how after Sunwoo explains to Taek that you can tell how someone feels about a person by how they look at them, the episode ends with Taek noticing how Junghwan is looking at Deoksun. It's a great dialogue-less moment and really sets the tone for their dynamic for the rest of the show.

While I liked this love triangle, I do think the implications of the time jump put me off a bit. As I said, I was kind of rooting for Junghwan, and the episode where he realized he lost Deoksun to Taek was heart wrenching. But as Junghwan said himself, what exactly had he been doing for the past 5 years? It was a bit hard to pity him when he had so many opportunities to ask her out and beat Taek to the punch.

Other Stuff

Honestly, I didn't love the 2015 flash-forwards too much, they were too few and far between and took me out of the immersion of the 80s/90s setting. I think the first one was ok, the others felt a little less necessary, and then it went so many episodes without a single 2015 scene that I almost forgot they were a thing. I enjoyed the 2015 scenes in the last episode after we knew who got married to who, but it still felt like the show could've done without those scenes. The most important/emotional moments in the series happened in Ssangmun anyway.

The time skip from 1989 to 1994 had me kind of displeased at first, and I didn't know why, because I've watched tons of shows with a time skip before and had no problems with it. I think it was in part because the first 17 episodes of the show took place over the span of less than a year, and then all of a sudden in the last 20 minutes of the 17th episode it jumped ahead 5 years without a warning.

But to be honest, I think my dislike of the time skip came from the fact that I really enjoyed these characters' daily lives and the regular pace the show had been going at that such a far jump ahead was making the end of the series feel more imminent.

I'm really glad I gave Reply 1988 a chance, especially because I barely knew anything about it before watching. I'm really enjoying kdramas so far and glad I've been trying to watch more of them.

Thanks for reading!

-threecheersforinking

[fuck-you-upmusicbracket]

Your Heart is A Muscle the Size Of Your Fist (Ramshackle Glory)

I asked if I could get a ride/He said: “No, you don’t want to follow me/Where it is I’m going”/He backed out of the driveway/That was the last time we saw him/'Cause he drove straight to his parent’s cabin/And put a bullet in his head/Your heart is a muscle the size of your fist/Keep on loving, keep on fighting/And hold on, and hold on/Hold on for your life...

"This song is just a Lot. it feels like a punch to your chest. just one of those folk punk songs that tell a lot of rlly personal stories and connect you to humanity in a rlly painful and visceral and vulnerable way and it rlly compels you to contemplate ur own mortality and just. live your life. and try rlly rlly hard to live and love and learn as much as possible. fuck dude."

Sunlight (Hozier)

All the tales the same/Told before and told again/A soul that's born in cold and rain/Knows sunlight, sunlight, sunlight/And at last can grant a name/To a buried and a burning flame/As love and its decisive pain/Oh, my sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

But whose heart would not take flight/Betray the moon as acolyte/On first and fierce affirming sight of/Sunlight, sunlight, sunlight/I had been lost to you, sunlight/And flew like a moth to you, sunlight, oh, sunlight/Oh, your love is sunlight

"I come down with the shivers and start hyperventilating when i hear this song and it makes me want to go outside which is the scariest part"

"I'm not gonna go full infodump here but this song is Peak Vash and Nicholas D. Wolfwood from Trigun-- specifically Nick's feelings towards Vash. Vash's (literal) evil twin brother Knives hired (read: threatened to eradicate the orphanage he kidnapped Nick from as a child if he didn't do what he was told) Nick to act as bodyguard for Vash and guide him to where Knives wants him to go so he can manipulate him for his own gain. Like, he chose the name Knives. This bitch is crazy beyond crazy but this ain't about him. Nick starts out 100% willing to guide Vash like a lamb to slaughter because he HAS to for the orphanage, and this is just some random guy he doesn't know or care about. But then he gets to know Vash, how good of a person he is despite the shit the world (and Knives) has put him through. How he'd rather risk his own life and health than kill another person because he believes he doesn't get to make that choice for people. And despite being someone who'd rather shoot first, pray for them after, Nick starts trying to wound rather than kill just because Vash doesn't like it. It puts them both at risk and he fusses and argues about it and still kills sometimes but he tries anyways. Eventually he decides that he'll do what he can to protect Vash from Knives without provoking him to destroy the orphanage. He ends up caring about him deeply against his own will to the point that his idea of Eden would be to live with Vash and their friends in a peaceful world where none of them have to fight and die. In the manga, Nick's dying request is to see Vash smile again- the genuine smile that he's complimented every time he's seen it. Vash can't give him that, because he knows Nick would see that it was a forced smile. Instead, he just sits with him until he dies. Afterwards, Vash kills willingly for the first time in his entire life (over 150 years. He's not human btw) in order to protect Nick's childhood friend Livio. He wouldn't just do that for just any friend or ally, no, that was out of love. Love so strong he could go against his own mother's teachings that all life matters and people don't get to choose when a life ends, the thing that has kept Vash pacifist all these years, to keep someone that mattered to Nick alive. So while Nick never knew that Vash cared for him the same way he did him, the fact matters that he does."

[jazinerambles]

Let’s summarize my thoughts on P5R. To be transparent, I played the OG version of P5 and was coming into P5R basically knowing about 3-5% of the new plot and mechanics if that. I am going to separate my thoughts by gameplay, Sumi, Akechi, Maruki, story, and other. Spoilers.

Gameplay: I have mentioned repeatedly that I fell in love with technicals, the updated baton pass, the showtimes, the disaster shadows, and most of the new boss phases. Sumi and Ann/Yusuke had my favorite showtimes.

For bosses, I didn't like the new Shiho shadow at all for Kamoshida’s fight. I thought the Okumura one was the best and Futaba’s the worst for bosses. Also, I kept forgetting I was playing this game on hard. So many great features, and I felt I wasn't challenged to use them.

I would love to see technicals return. I am not asking you Atlus. I am telling you. Bring them back. Please? Yaldaboth is still a joke. And the final boss is still Yaldaboth's concept plus a bit more when it comes to moves? Hit appendages with different attacks. Got it.

Also, I hated most of the designs for the third awakenings except Sumi's and Ann's. Also, some of them just had plain everyday names. It was weird. Sumi: So part of Sumi's story and knowing we might fight Maruki at some point, were the only thing I kind of knew going in.

Sumi is, fine? I don't hate her, but she isn't my favorite of the phantom thieves. I think her background story is interesting. I love her design. I really do not have much to say about her tbh. Maybe if I was blind to his part, I would have liked her more?

Maruki kind of stole the show. Similarly, how Zenkichi did for P5S. Such a great character. I definitely think he should be in jail for..something. But even before the 3rd semester, he easily became 1 of my favs. Despite the manipulation and not knowing when to call it quits.

My heart definitely broke for him and genuinely wished for his happiness. But it also felt good punching him in the face and reminding him to just let go (BTW violence is not the answer.) I hope Shibusawa can still be there for him. I'm glad he made it out. I was worried.

Akechi: But guess who didn't make it out, or did he? Akechi really grew on me. I think he shines when he doesn't care about others' perceptions of him. I love how he is straight to the point. That twist at the end got to me. I should have known. But the implications of the end?

That is what doesn't make sense. Does that mean we are still partially in Maruki's reality? Does it mean he was just daydreaming? Could he have actually survived? Who knows. I like how they kept it speculative. Also my AkeRyu crackship. Good times. Thank you.

Story: P5R is still very U shape, but now with the right side of the "U" much higher. I HATED the summer months and Hawaii trip of P5. It's easily the lowest part of the game for me. Hawaii could have easily been scrapped. I felt it was included to "fill in the calendar."

And then there is the calendar. Waiting and waiting and waiting for deadlines. Also a really weak part of P5 for me and Royal doesn't change this.  But after the end of the Okumura dungeon, the game is amazing again. Some of the character writing could be better...

I am still not sure how I feel about the third semester. Someone described it as an OVA or a movie. And yeah, that's the perfect description. It still feels detached, despite Sumi and Maruki being in the main game. Yet,  I think Maruki's story really carries it.

I still can't call the third semester the best plot in megaten for me, imo, but it is very high and I can't find too many faults with it. At the very least, it was nice seeing everyone's dreams come true. But I couldn't help but think about a certain paradox boy...

Other factors:

I think Atlus censorship to drag for Ryuji was weird.

 Last Surprise and the OG P5 opening are better 

The final OG ending is better than the P5R one. 

I liked Mishima and Morgana much more this time around.

 Overall, an amazing game with some flaws here and there.

[os3npaio]

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( CW: Cheating, Oral (F! receiving), masturbation, & Unprotected sex, cum and etc)

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Part Six: Pandora's Box

Fuck.

Did I just say that?

Katsuki slammed his hands down next to her head to pin her against the wall. For a moment, his stomach knotted as he watched her flinch at the sudden movement. Her green eyes looked back before she started to giggle at him. It was a genuine little laugh and he couldn't help but smile back.

"Why are you laughing?" he clicked his tongue as he pinched her cheeks.

"I'm sorry! You caught me off guard!" she giggled. 

Her smile was so bright it could have filled the room and his stomach with butterflies. Katsuki knew deep down those feelings had never died. Everyone else was someone to fill that emptiness in his heart. He had wanted Amelia for so long and knew he was lying to himself about his feelings. Here she was in front of him but she was vulnerable. Katsuki knew it was wrong of him to jump at his chance but he hated to see her so hurt.

This isn't right.

Katsuki looked down with a chuckle.

He licked his lips before gathering the courage to speak. "I hate you so much because you are making this so hard for me. I just don't think I can leave here with you like this."

"What do you mean?" Amelia put her hands on his chest.

The worst thing that can happen is her slapping the fuck out of me, right?

"I can't think straight because I want to kiss you," he whispered under his breath. "So badly."

Please.

He watched the gears moving in her head. "I..."

"I'm sorry. I'm not thinking straight," he said as he cleared his throat. "I'll let you land a punch on me for overstepping. I deserve it for being a dickhead."

Amelia paused as he took a step back to look at her and that's when the weight settled in. He couldn't read her expression because her eyes were distant. Amelia clenched onto the fabric of her dress as she nibbled on her bottom lip. He fucked everything up in less than 5 minutes and he felt awful.

"Say something, please?" he whispered under his breath.

"I'm scared," Amelia looked away as she whispered.

Fuck.

He hummed softly as he closed his eyes. "I'm sorry if I scared you. That wasn't my intention."

"I'm not scared of you. I'm scared of myself."

"What?" he looked back confused.

Her hands slipped behind the back of his neck and leaned forward to kiss his lips. It was soft and gentle as Katsuki froze. His heart skipped a beat as she moved back to look into his eyes. Time felt like it had stood still as they both stared at one another. His hand moved to grab onto her arm and she let out a soft gasp. 

"Amelia.." His heart fluttered again as he pulled her back. "Come back here, dumbass."

Katsuki let out a soft moan against her lips before cradling the back of her head. His heart felt like it was going to burst at how fast it was beating. He was gentle at first and was trying his hardest not to ruin her makeup. His tongue begged entrance and she opened her mouth. A moan slipped through this throat in satisfaction. Amelia's mouth moved along with his so perfectly and she swirled her tongue with his. His groans got louder as the innocent kiss turned more heated.

We are doing this.

"Your lips are so soft," Katsuki whispered as a shiver ran down his spine. "Fucking hell.."

His knee slipped between her legs, or as much as the damn dress would allow him to.

God, I hate that this dress has so much fabric.

Hiding that beautiful plump figure.

His hands clawed at the fabric until he bunched it as he gathered it. His hand finally found her skin and grabbed a handful of her ass. She let out a gasp against his lips as he pressed her back up against the wall. The fabric of her panties felt like lace as he held onto her. Amelia's fingers desperately untied his tie to yank it off and he bit her bottom lip. She unbuttoned his shirt and vest before biting his bottom lip. Her soft hands slipped inside his shirt and touched his abs. He could feel the tingling in his skin and that sweet smell of jasmine from her pheromone quirk. His breath hitched as her hands traced the scars on his chest, taking in her scent more. Katsuki cupped her face before kissing her back hungrily.

"Using your quirk on me, huh?" he whispered with a smirk.

"I didn't mean to.." Amelia looked down but she gently pulled her back.

"You don't have to use it on me, Amelia. I already ache for you." Katsuki whispered in between their kisses. "No quirk needed, baby."

Katsuki pulled away from her lips to breathe and she pulled him back in by grabbing his collar. He let out a chuckle before kissing her lips.

Fuck.

He had been craving a second chance with her for years.

Fuck trying to outrank Deku.

What he wanted was right in front of him.

Amelia pulled away from their kiss to breathe. "Katsuki.."

Fuck, I love how she says my name.

So pretty.

"There's no going back, Amelia," he whispered as he brushed his lips across her shoulder. "We can still stop if you give me the word. We can forget—"

"Shut up.." she whispered as she grabbed at his vest.

"Yes, ma'am." he chuckled.

Katsuki felt her hand slip down to caress him. His breath hitched at her sudden touch but he welcomed it. Her hands moved all over his body and his cock twitched against his pants. Her movements were desperate as he kissed her neck with a grunt. He desperately wanted to bite down on her skin and his tongue licked her collarbone.

"I want to bite you so bad. Mark up your pretty skin," he growled against her.

"N-no marks.." she whispered.

"I know, I know." he mumbled under his breath.

Holy fuck.

Amelia gently pushed him away so she could pull up the dress. She let out a whine as her hands trembled against the fabric. Katsuki's heart skipped a beat as he looked at her white lingerie underneath. Her thighs were so plump and beautiful underneath that damn dress.

"Be gentle with me, please?" she whispered as she looked away bashfully.

"I'm here. Let me take care of you."

Katsuki knelt in front of her as she held up the dress. His large hands gently caressed her thighs before looking up at her. Her cheeks were flustered as she bit her bottom lip. His fingers hooked on her panties before he pulled them down and helped her step out of them. His eyes caught the sight of her pussy and his mouth watered at it. Her labias were cute and plump, hiding her clitoris but he was excited to find it. Katsuki moved his hand to spread her with his fingers.

There it was, cute and swollen with arousal. He was surprised to feel how wet she already was. From the feeling, her clitoris was already throbbing and aching for attention. He leaned forward to kiss her thigh before letting out a content sigh.

"Fuck.." he whispered in awe. "Just as pretty as I remember."

"Stop staring so hard." Amelia put her hand on his head. "It's embarrassing."

"Don't be shy now. I was just admiring your cute pussy ." he smirked at her. "Y'know, I'm getting reacquainted."

He gave her a chuckle before kissing up her thigh to her clitoris. Amelia let out a gasp as his tongue swirled around it and flicked it with the tip of his tongue. She moaned under her breath, her hands gripping the dress so hard he could hear the tulle crinkle.

"Fucking hell.." he whispered as his hands slipped up her hips. "Tastes good.."

"Please.." she whimpered back.

"Don't think about anything else but me. Just focus on feeling good," Katsuki hummed as his tongue swirled more.

"It feels good.." Amelia gasped as she gripped his shoulder as her legs trembled.

"Having a hard time standing? How about you sit on my face? It will be better for you." he said as he kissed her inner thigh.

Katsuki clicked his tongue before moving back to lie down on his coat on the floor. His hands beckoned her to come forward and she did with a flustered expression. Katsuki gave her a reassuring nod as she straddled his face but hesitated. He was too busy staring at her wet pussy and he couldn't help but bite his bottom lip. His callused hands moved up and down her thighs to reassure her. He gently slipped his hand on her thigh and brought her down more. He knew Amelia was hesitating because of her insecurities and he was patient with her.

"What's wrong?" he breathed.

"I don't want to crush you." Amelia hovers his face and covers her face bashfully. "You'll tell me if I'm too heavy, right?"

He blinked. "Amelia, you to crush me, squeeze me, and even smother me. I don't care. Just as long as you ride my face I'll be in heaven."

Her face turned red. "I..."

"Bring that ass over here."

He felt the tension ease in her body before his tongue lapped against her folds. Her thighs gently squeezed against his face and he rolled his eyes. Katsuki growled against her pussy as he took in more of her taste as he ate her out like a starving animal. Her thighs trembled against him as he bucked her hips against his mouth. His red eyes never looked away from her face, wanting to see Amelia in pleasure.

"Fuuuuck.." he groaned.

His other hand unbuckled his belt to pull out his cock from his pants. His cock was aching in his hands as he stroked it slowly. His thumb spread the small amount of precum over the head before stroking more. Amelia gripped his blonde hair hard and he rolled his eyes in pleasure. Her hips bucked and her thighs squeezed his head more. His mouth latched onto her clitoris to give it a suck and her thigh squeezed his head again. His hand stroked his cock harder as she moaned out. Her taste was so intoxicating and he couldn't stop moaning against her as he ate her out. Her hips rocked against his tongue, making him let out a whine against her pussy.

Atta girl.

He was living the dream.

"You could squeeze me between these beautiful thighs all day.." he moaned.

"Katsuki.." she gasped.

"You taste so fucking good." he chuckled against her sex.

Amelia moaned softly. "Please.."

He moved his tongue more deeply as his other hand moved to circle her clitoris. Her legs trembled against his face and her hips bucked again. He was determined to get cum on his tongue. His hips thrust into his hand as he felt himself getting close. He was so wrapped up in making her feel good and her phone started ring in her clutch purse. Her body tried to get up from his face but his hands held her thighs down. Katsuki felt Amelia flinch against him. 

"I have to answer it.." she whispered. 

He looked up to see her blushing like crazy and her eyes were glossy. He knew she was reaching her limit, making him stroke himself faster.

"Don't pay attention to that fucking phone. Focus on me."

"I..." she whimpered out a moan as Katsuki shook his head against her sex for a second.

"He's going to have to wait for his goddamn turn."

His tongue moved more deeply as he growled against her. Amelia threw her head back with a squeal as her hips squeezed against his face. She let out the loudest moan as her thighs quivered against him. That's when her cum hit his tongue as he growled. He grabbed onto her ass with a free hand and clawed against the fabric of her dress.

"Atta girl.." Katsuki hummed.

Amelia moved her hand down to stop his hand from stoking his cock. He let out a low groan at the sudden edge and watched her quickly moved back. He bit his bottom lip as his thumb rubbed against the head of his cock before positioning herself over it. Before Katsuki could say anything she slammed herself down on his cock. His hands quickly gripped her dress with a loud growl as he clenched his jaw.

Holy-

"FUCK—!" he moaned.

She let out a whimper as she positioned her hands on his chest before bouncing her hips. His cock throbbed inside of her walls as his mouth opened with a groan. Amelia gathered up the dress as much as she could to lift it. Katsuki's eyes fixated on how her thighs and hips bounced with every thrust. His eyes moved down to see his cock going in and out of her wet pussy. He fantasized about being with her again. Amelia was riding his cock like a wild animal and Katsuki's heart raced against his chest. 

"Slow down, baby. Move your hips like this, yeah?" Katsuki whispered as he grabbed onto her hips and grinds her hips into him. "Let me feel every inch of you."

Amelia whimpered softly as her hands grabbed his shirt to stable herself. "The phone... I.."

"Fuck that. Make yourself feel good on my cock. It's just you and I."

The phone went off again in her purse and she stopped moving her hips for a moment. Amelia looked to the side and Katsuki quickly sat up to wrap his arm around her lower back. He kissed her neck softly and started thrusting up at a fast, sloppy pace. Amelia wrapped her arms around his neck as she moaned against his skin. Her hips bounced more deeply as he fucked into her. Her hips moved with his guidance and he hit her sweet spot. Amelia's body jumped a little as the head of his cock hit that spot again. Her walls squeezed against his girth and made him groan in pleasure. Her eyes opened as she bit her bottom lip and her breath hitched.

There it is.

"Katsuki my phone.." Amelia whined as she bit onto his shoulder.

"Come on, you're almost there. I can feel you squeezing me so tightly." Katsuki cooed as his hips thrust up more deeply.

"Katsuki please.." she whined as her legs trembled and he kissed her lips.

"No more scary thoughts. Just focus on me, Amelia."

Her eyes rolled in pleasure as she started babbling. Her face was so flustered as his cock hit her cervix perfectly. Her eyes opened wide as a final orgasm hit her and it looked like it hit her hard. Katsuki threw his head back as he continued to pound up into her. He felt her walls quiver against his cock and he quickly pulled out. His hand covered the head of his cock to catch the cum. His body trembled in waves of pleasure as he rode it out.

"Holy fuck.." he trembled with a chuckle.

Amelia looked over at Katsuki as she struggled to catch her breath. She fumbled over the petticoat again and scraped her knee against the floor. Katsuki grabbed her leg with a scoff as he looked at her knee. They looked at each other for a moment and Amelia started giggling.

"Dumbass," he asked completely out of breath.

"I'm not very graceful. I'm sorry." she laughed.

He watched her shoulders move as she struggled to catch her breath and reached over to grab her purse. She had a cute smile, and the afterglow of sex made her look even better. She handed him a wet wipe from her purse before taking one out for herself.

"Nah, I think you're perfect."

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[evening-winds]

20 Questions for Fic Writers Tag Game

saw someone do this and tagging "and everyone who sees this and wants to answer" so i'm stealing this. consider yourself tagged if you see this and want to answer!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 19!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 224,584!

3. What fandoms do you write for? raileon all the way

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? let's see...

1) wouldn't have it any other way — relatively short and a quick read, fun banter, pretty cute 2) keeping count — my emotional distress fic (to quote a bookmark a reader made). it packs a punch 3) dragon song — surprised that the novel-length one is this high on the list!! wow people really managed to read that one huh 4) the best way to put together me (will you and i make a breakthrough) — baby's first (finished and published) fic, and it shows. made it to this list by virtue of being posted in the relatively early days of the fandom lol (i suppose it's still decent enough) 5) you are my delightful intruder — direct sequel to breakthrough, so i guess it makes sense to see it here right after it

5. Do you respond to comments? yes! well, 99% of the time. a couple of times i've gotten a comment and went like "huh. ok. i have literally nothing to say. even a thank you would feel weird in this context" and not replied

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? a shadow of a memory aka hurt no comfort bad end au!! i know such a string of words may sound very unappealing but it's a good fic!!

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? uhhhhh......... i'm a sucker for happy endings (asoam notwithstanding) so i really can't say. i'm gonna go with the most self-indulgent answer and say certainty 👍 nothing happier than self-discovery (and smooches) (but there are also so many that have them getting engaged/being married by the end so. you know)

8. Do you get hate on fics? nope *knock on wood* (speaking of certainty, the reason i put off finishing it was because i had a very vivid dream about getting doxxed and death threats for having bad headcanons and it genuinely freaked me out for a while. good thing nothing like that happened in reality)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? nope. not my cup of tea. i barely read it, either. sorry for being both ace AND boring

10. Do you write crossovers? nope. also not really my cup of tea

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? i hope not!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? no, unless you count the translating i have to do myself for every fic i write (tough EFL speaker life 😔👊)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? the very first fic i wrote was written round-robin style with a friend nearly 20 years ago! we never published it (thank the stars). after that, nope.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will? everything in my wip folder.............. the one posted wip, heart as a compass (soulmate au), is on hiatus but i keep thinking about it. if only it wasn't 100k+ words long. that's too much!! ain't nobody got time for that (that includes both me and any potential readers)!!! out of the unposted ones i have to say serendipity (time travel au), which!! man!!! i have the setup, i have the romance, i have the fun little bits that appeal to me specifically and make me feel like a genius, i have the slowburn and the yearning and the delicious impossibility of it all, but. the plot. what is it. why is the time travel needed. i still don't know. also yet-unnamed champion!raihan au. i think about that one a lot, too. mostly the romance part and how it would be different when only one of them is a public figure. again, i'm missing the actual plot. every time i try to think about how the story of the games would pan out in this setting, i just skip straight to the end and start daydreaming about the role-switched post-eternatus hurt/comfort instead lol

16. What are your writing strengths? a background in linguistics and generally just. reading a lot i guess. learning by observing, absorbing everything. understanding the rules and techniques of prose. knowing where to look for guidance when you get stuck with something language-related. that sort of thing

17. What are your writing weaknesses? perfectionism. also the fact that i """have""" to write in english. this combo means that it takes a lot of work and effort! and i hate work and effort!! (anyone want to learn a globally insignificant and allegedly very difficult language that is 100% useless unless you want to live here so i could simply write in my first language and not have to deal with my nemesis (affectionate), i.e. the english language)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? if it makes sense in the narration and context, why not. not something i have personally had to deal with as a writer

19. First fandom you wrote for? hp..... unfortunately (see #13)

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? it changes constantly. right now i can barely make myself look at any of them, let alone name a favorite. so i guess i'll say this: give a shadow of a memory a chance. it's unconventional but pretty cool

[autobot-ratchet]

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I forgot just how many infamously gay panels came from this issue lmfAO thank you Hayato Sakamoto

love how supportive Chromedome is of Rewind, it's real sweet. I also love how Roddy immediately picks up on how Megatron is stalling the quest so he can live a little longer lmAO

oughffj this conversation between Rewind and Minimus is so good...

fgdsjks RODDY AND MEGATRON ARE SO BITCHY TO EACH OTHER it is so funny how uncalled for all these comments are, like okay kids calm down

gooOOOD REWIND AND CHROMEDOME ARE SO IN LOVE IT'S KICKING MY ASS I remember seeing people try to say that Rewind was a bad husband because he's still looking for Dominus and even making Chromedome look for him too, like he cares more about Dominus than Chromedome and is just using Chromedome to help find him and like. Straight up I think that take also stemmed from people just not rereading shit and forgetting the contents of the comic because Rewind could not have made it more clear that he cares immensely about Chromedome's feelings on the subject of Dominus lmfAO it's right fucking there!!! It's RIGHT there he SAYS it even before literally having to choose one or the other, “tell me what to do,” “this affects both of us,” it's like. RIGHT THERE LMFAO

aww Nightbeat don't be mean to Censere just because he's not living proof of the afterlife

it's a little sad watching Rewind be so happy that Dominus isn't confirmed dead when you know exactly where he is

also a little sad watching Nightbeat tell Censere he should try to save those who are flickering but not yet faded when you know how that goes for him

I do still love the panel of Megatron in a sea of blue flowers, love the symbolism, love the imagery. Sure, Megatron's been confronted numerous times by now with the reality of just how much damage he's done but it's gotta hit a little different to visibly see just how many lives he's taken all in one place

MTMTE 45

I am not gonna lie I kinda forgot about the Scavengers lmFAO it's been a minute. Thankfully we've got this recap page of all our favorite moments with them

oh this boy's attention is SO deficit lmAO

love how seriously these idiots are taking their nerf gun fight

on the one hand this moment where Grimlock wets himself has always been hilarious to me, not because of the actual context but simply because the confirmation that the robots can canonically piss is inherently hilarious, but on the other hand I remember there being so much discourse about how this moment's existence was ableist and Misfire is ableist for almost punching Grimlock and James Roberts is ableist for writing Grimlock having an incontinence moment and Misfire almost punching him for it and you're ableist if you don't drop the comic right now and uughjdsfk. My take on it is that I get if it makes you uncomfortable because bodily functions gross, but as someone who's had to help loved ones afflicted with incontinence, it happens, it's not the biggest deal, you get frustrated sometimes because now you have to clean up a big mess, Misfire's reaction was inappropriate but in character, and this wasn't meant to be a comedic moment at Grimlock's expense. In fact, I think Misfire's reaction is what cements that this wasn't meant to be funny, that wasn't a comedic reaction, it was a genuine reaction, and this whole scene's purpose is to showcase just how little control Grimlock currently has of his own facilities. Feel however your heart tells you to feel about it, but I'm not slapping the ableist label on the comic, its author, and everyone who reads it for this one

I hate that this Decepticon dude's stand-up is actually pretty funny lmAO

oof Krok buddy I feel you

“Oh sod off, Fulcrum. We've been walking on eggshells for years! Maybe a good stamp will clear the air!” honestly, this moment just makes me even more sure that I'm right lmAO Misfire's just not the kind of guy who can have enough patience to be delicate about peoples' mental health issues and disabilities at all times and I think it'd be fair if you wanted to slap HIM with the ableist label but I don't think it's an immoral act to write him like this in the first place

and then after all that Misfire slander, he goes and stands up for Grimlock, refusing to trade him for a quick buck. Honestly hell yeah, I love how the Scavengers are good guys at their cores but they aren't above doing some nasty shit for their own personal gain, good-ass characters

HELL YEAH FORT MAX it's so good to see you again lmAO

MTMTE 46

gfdhkjsal I forgot that Red Alert reads off the Scavengers' edited wiki entries... fuckin Pretendia........

“You didn't have to kill him!” yes he did, trust me lmAO

aww Krok... I do like seeing some Decepticons talking about the losses they've suffered at Autobot hands. Like, we've seen plenty of panels of the DJD ripping people to shreds but I like this reminder that the Wreckers can get pretty cruel with taking out Decepticons too

I like how I said all that shit about ableism in the last bit and now we're just. Talking about it lmAO I forgot that Krok comes right out and talks about how the war fucked everyone up but we still stigmatize anyone who can't hide it well enough. Also lol at Misfire saying “Hey, I'm a paragon of sensitivity” after all that shit I typed up about him lmAO

literally everything that people bitched and discoursed about in the previous issue is explicitly addressed in this one lmAO god. But we still had a whole month in between the two so that left plenty of time for people to get stupid about it (remember when I said people never really put full faith in this comic? The previous issue did NOT help, many people were convinced we had officially reached the moment where the comic falls off) and BOY do I remember it, to the point where I felt the need to explain myself in the bit for the previous issue, even. Old habits die hard I guess

gfhdsjk honestly the Scavengers are cute with Fort Max, he doesn't trust them now, and honestly for good reason, he's been through a lot because of Decepticons, but I could imagine them getting along after Lost Light

“Prepare, confront, repel,” I do not at all remember what that means but I remember that it's important, I gotta keep that in mind for later

aww omg I forgot that Fort Max still regularly video chats with Rung, that's so cute