#i need something good to replace cannon

[paynomind-iamnotreal]

You are not a real person.

You wear a face that is not your own. You were designed to die.

You wear a face that gets you recognized around the grounds of a school you are not enrolled at (you aren't enrolled at any school.) You live in the same house as the person you were supposed to be. She has the right voice, stands the right way, wears her clothes correctly. When you look like her, you feel wrong. You see all the parts of yourself that are wrong, the makeup you wear, your style, your mannerisms. You can only see all the parts of yourself that fall short of her, but, any closer, wouldn't feel like you.

You are at a party. You don't know anyone her besides her friends (they are the only people you have ever known, but they never know what to make of you.) They helped you enroll in your own school, one that won't know you, one that won't know her. The other day you were desperate, uncertain and panicked. You took a pregnancy test and it came back positive. She never had to worry about that. She never has to worry about disappearing. The steps were confusing, you could've done it wrong. There is a rumble in the ground and you all leap to action, you're loading cannons, healing people, sharing the blessing of her deity (you never really bothered to ask her about all that.)

You are needed on the roof. You can feel it. The storm is thick and choking, the spray of clouds forces your eyes partly closed. You take stumbling steps towards her. She is on her knees. You've seen her pray before, but something about this is different. You can't tell if its tears or mist pooling on her face. You can't tell if its the pains of combat or the strain of heartbreak contorting her expression. The prayer itself feels wrong too, less holy and more personal. You follow her gaze.

The words leave your lips before you realize, an automatic reaction to the mammoth mess of wind and cloud and hate: "Blimey." There is a face in the storm. Monumental, twisting, grotesque, but a face nonetheless. You are good at recognizing faces. She looks a bit... No. It is grotesque. Monstrous. The face you see in nightmares. Lightning cracks and whips around you. You feel something deep and heavy click in your chest as lighting cracks inside the storm. It looks exactly like her. It looks exactly like you.

And She is beautiful.

It was awe that clicked in your chest. Fear and hope. Awful and awesome. Sublime. Recognition of a power that is beyond yourself.

You don't know what will happen to you if you survive tonight. You don't know how long you live. You don't know where you go when you die.

But you need to reach Her. You place a hand on her shoulder and take a step towards the roiling clouds, towards It. You can reach her, that is all that is certain.

"I don't know if you heard me,"

The face contorts with rage and fear. It knows not what it is. It is everything that is wrong with Her. It will destroy you, when you return Her. That's O.K.

"But I said—"

You were designed to die.

Lightning envelops you as uncertainty replaces fear. It burns your hands, clasped in prayer, it singes your lips, forming the words of your impromptu, awestruck prayer. It's lightning is not what destroys you though. You feel the prayer work as a peace in all the chaos of your life becomes clear, waves of cool night and weighty cosmic power flow through you, calling you home.

You die a person.

Goodbye K2.

[chrystal-ink]

The little things Shadow does for you (head cannons):

I feel like Shadow would take note of the things you like, literally he has a small notebook in his desk full of little notes about you what brands you like or which restaurants you like to eat at, and up to date list of books you’ve been meaning to read. you’re looking through his desk one day trying to find paper clips or something and find it your heart swells when you read it

If you’re working on a project at home he’ll bring you a snack or some water around the three hour mark and make you take a break to take care of yourself.

If he notices you’re stressed in a certain situation I feel like he’d get you out there as quickly as possible making some excuse as to why he needs to leave so that you don’t feel bad for exiting early.

He’ll leave notes for you if he has to leave before you wake up in the morning, they’re usually just factual not a lot of sentimentality on the surface but you can always tell they’re written with care and love.

If you wear a certain accessory like a piece of (jewelry ,hair tie, hair clip etc.) on the rare occasion when you’re not wearing it he’ll hold it inspecting it for any damage or wear he’ll inform you if it needs fixing.

He’ll remind you if you’re running out of any products you use and has a small stash of your essentials just in case you forget something.

If you’re a homebody he’ll try to get you out of the house at least one a day whether it’s going on a walk around the neighborhood or taking you out to eat as much as he likes spending alone time with you it’s not good to be cooped up in the house all day.

If you have a big day coming up he’ll make you go to bed early even if you don’t want to, sleep is important for your success after all.

He replaces your toothbrush every three months he doesn’t even tell you. you just walk into the bathroom and see a new one in the old ones place marked so you know it’s yours

If you menstruate he memorizes what products you use and makes sure to keep them on hand

He takes a small bottle of your (perfume/ body spray) with him on longer missions, your scent comforts him.

He doesn’t buy you flowers often but he will if he notices you’ve been down lately or you need a pick me up, they’re always your favorite flower and he spends a lot of time picking out the perfect ones.

[startheskelaton]

I bet you ain’t ever seen Soundwave without his helmet before XD

In all seriousness though, I like to head cannon that Sparkplug feels more comfortable/confident with her helmet thanks to Soundwave, and that Soundwave was the one who gave Sparkplug her helmet as present.

I’m sorry to ask but are you ok with me sharing my headcannons about the one spark au?

Allow me to go on another tangent.

I realized with this AU, the main core of the story is the battle between extreme selflessness and extreme selfishness, and how they can dictate someone’s actions for both better and worse.

With Sparkplug in particular, she inherited a huge amount of heroism from Optimus Prime. She dose what she believes to be the right thing, even if it leads to her embarrassing herself because she misread a situation. She wants to make everyone happy because that’s just what she feels is natural. However she also inherited a sense of self worth from Megatron. If she believes she can do something, she will not stop until she can prove to everyone she’s capable. This also makes her extremely stubborn and prone to emotional outbursts. Even though she’s been given opportunities to thrive, she rejects them because that’s not what she wants to do. However the problem for her lies within her knowing that these parts of her are inherited from her parents. And that she is mostly defined by her parents.

Selfless: “I have a responsibility to live up to others expectations because they need to know that prime isn’t gone. If I don’t jump in when I see someone possibly getting made fun of, then I might have ignored someone in need of help. I’m gonna become stronger so my parents will feel safe enough let me become a scout”

Selfish: “I hate that people see me as a replacement, it wasn’t my choice to exist. If I don’t prove I’m a good person then everyone is gonna assume I’m evil like my dad. I don’t care if I could breeze by as a medical assistant, I’m gonna become a scout to see the world and prove everyone wrong”

So this is where the Soundwave helmet comes in.

The helmet was a gift from Soundwave to a young Sparkplug. A very prideful gift but a nice one. With it, Sparkplug developed the Shatter persona. This was essentially just her, but without the burden of responsibility and public judgement. She finds herself looking up to Soundwave a lot because for the most part, he sees her more like one of his cassettes then anything else.

So she plays it up with the persona. Because that would mean all of her personality traits were inherent to her, not given by someone else. A nice temporary escape.

[forsaken-headcanons]

I'm honestly so unironically, inspired by 007n7 existence. like, he lost his son, he closed a lot of doors the moment he turned into a hacker, then he probably lost/strained a lot of friends (noli) the moment he realized he didn't wanted to be a hacker, and then go throught the mess that probably was, to distance from them, and for what? Just to not keep making life horrible for people. And then, he literally finds a BABY, and he TAKES CARE OF THAT BABY. He's not a perfect father, o man i'm sure he's juggling between being accidentally negligent (he has three jobs, for god sake), and being way too lenient trying to compensate that, AND THEN HE GETS FORSAKENED, LOST HIS CHILD AND IS KILLED BY THEM? And yet, in cannon he tries to make jokes to ease up the tension, with not... good results, but he still MAKES THEM????? Is amazing. This man needs a break but he refuses to (fully)break to begin with. He's fighting against the world and refuses to give up. And probably repressing a lot of stuff, or more like ignoring it... Kinda explains the close to dissociate state he's in game. And in my head, Shedletsky has to see that, or BUILDERMAN, ANYONE, has to recognize it. Just give him a hug, he's not asking for it because he doesn't think he requires it, but go ahead, and, i dunno know, give him a pat on the shoulder, smile at his jokes, GIVE HIM SOMETHING. Anyways, i just wanted to give some context of why i think the song "Ultimate Senpai" by PinocchioP fits 007n7 before rambling. If you just replace the [one side romance] with [trying to talk with the rest of survivors], "The message never reach", "The number of words decreased", IT FITS. anyways, im totally normal about this guy, i see him as aro, and still will have 10 au's for every relation ship dynamic he can have, but that how interesting he is! I swear! Even if the only fully cannon lore is the fact that he's a hacker and C00lkidd father, and everything else could be changed! I SWEAR!

Remember to stay hidrated

PinocchioP mentioned in the wild. No way.

[imbecominggayer]

Writing Advice: Too Many Characters

A common advice when writing stories is "don't write too many characters". But, like with everything creative and good, there is no definitive answer to how many characters should be in a book!

So I will be discussing numerous variables in storytelling which impacts how many characters you should have and what makes something in a book "pointless".

Themes! Themes! Themes! (Omori Spoilers, Not Too Much)

The most important question that a writer has to ask themself is "what is this scene/book/media trying to do?". If your story is based on the relationships we have with others and the impact they can have on our psyche then having a close-knitted community of people will drive the message of intimate connection better then just having more people in there. If your story is focused primarily on introspection, looking inward, individuality, and other spiritual activities then the protagonist is more likely to spend longer durations of the media by themselves.

An example of these to forces is the popular game of Omori.

(SPOILERS ABOUT OMORI<3)

Omori is a game that focuses on acceptance first and foremost. Self-acceptance to be more specific. Due to the fact that the game is a piece of introspection both for Sunny and for the player, the most important moments in the game such as the "reveal" sequence of pictures and Black Space are ones that are done on your own.

However, the game also prioritizes the relationships Sunny has between his friends as this serves as motivation for the final duet. The final duet was an act of bonding as Mari and Sunny just wanted to spend time together, doing something they liked.

The introspection moments are pushed towards the end of the game because it's only when Sunny has that support and belief in his friends, can he rise above his doubt and shame and fear.

2. What Is The Purpose Of This Character?

All characters need to have a purpose in the narrative. Both within the context of the world and in the context of the book.

Within the context of the world, they need a goal that is going to impact the protagonist either positively or negatively.

Within the context of the book, what is this character giving to the audience that wouldn't otherwise be there?

Pro tip: All the characters you have need to have more then one purpose! Characters that give exposition can't JUST give exposition.

If you have a love interest that can be cut out without taking away a vital part of the story either from a thematic(theme) standpoint or a narrative(plot) standpoint, just replace them with an object and move it along!

If you have an ally character that only shows up twice and can be changed into "I went down to the store to buy these items", give that "ally" tag to someone more story relevant"!

3. Priorites?

Ask yourself this: "Do I have the book length to dedicate time to this person?"

If the answer is no, follow my next steps. If the answer is yes, here is how to make them better.

When I say "prioritize", I mean you need to figure out what type of character this character is. Are they a main character? A side character? Cannon fodder? A symbol? WHAT ARE THEY?

Also, can you give these character responsibilities to someone else? This simultaneously gives those characters deeper complexity and eliminates more characters

Example: Love Interest, after being trapped by the villain, uses their intelligence in order to provide information about the villain to the hero. (Love Interest + Ally + Informant)

Example: Friend is revealed to be a double agent on the side of the Villain. However, it's revealed that Friend was secretly a triple agent who is finally redeemed from their original believed betrayal. They're back to being an ally. (Friend + Betrayer + Ally + Enemy)

[sarnai4]

Expectation Subversion

Penguins of Madagascar has some of my favorite examples of subverting expectations for personalities. They also gave me something that I try to use when creating my own characters. It seems like the characters can easily fit into a one-dimensional stereotype, but then there's more. Let's start off with Rico.

At first glance, Rico is just a loose cannon. In lesser shows, he might have been. After all, he just needs to be the silly one who spits up weapons and sure, he is, but that's not all. Rico is also fiercely loyal. He's the same one who was terrified of a "haunted" car and still braved it head-on when it had hurt Skipper. Comically enough, he can just as easily turn on the others when Ms. Perky wants him to do something else (cue Rico attacking them because of that darn voice box). An underrated skill of Rico's is how resourceful he is. He always knows exactly what weapon is necessary for the moment. With these skills, his loyalty, and his fun/unhinged flair, he really comes to life as a character.

Private is seemingly just the nice guy of the group. He's the young one who's innocent. Again, this is a part of him. He is very nice, not wanting to hurt anyone's feelings like when he was supposed to win a rude-off against Clemson. He's also pretty naive with a lot of things, being unsuspecting about Hans actually being bad. Despite this, there's more to Private than niceness. He's got the most common sense of the group, being the only one to see that grabbing the plant needed to save Maurice's life would be easier than continuing to use the jaws of life AND realizing how unlikely it was that Santa was spending Christmas Eve in a random building. I also love how he's got a backstory of being this almost ruthless mini golf player. His underrated skill is that he's the second best fighter of the group. Solely looking at fin-to-fin combat, Private is the only one who's been on par with Skipper.

Kowalski could have just been the "science nerd." He definitely has this as a core part of him, but he's also such a drama queen. I love it. He's the poster boy for book smarts because this penguin has a score of 0 for practical reasoning. Heck, he had to figure out which instincts to use. His struggles with this leads to him continuously making inventions that almost kill everybody. Kowalski is always an invention away from turning into a mad scientist. I'm convinced this actually has happened before and then he just snaps back to his senses (thinking about times like Jiggles and more). Something else which adds an interesting layer to him is how much he wants to be in charge. He's technically the second-in-command and has made it clear that he'd like to replace Skipper when the time comes. "Kowalski's log...too soon?"

Skipper seems like he's just the tough boss. In a comedy like this, he easily could've been an incompetent leader. Rather than that, he's honestly a very good leader who is clever with his plans. Seriously, his escape plans shown in Pets Peeved and more episodes really demonstrate how thoroughly he can think out a strategy even when he's on the spot. Along with this, Skipper tries to act hard and rough, but he makes it clear that he cares about his team more than anything. He even faced his fear of needles (this show singlehandedly taught me what trypanophobia was) for Private when he learned that the soldier would've been hurt otherwise. It even stretches beyond them. Skipper really cares about everyone in the zoo, going so far as to look out for Julien who is probably one of his least favorite zoo mates. I also really like how much being a leader means to Skipper. When he thought he couldn't be in charge anymore, he was having a meltdown. He even put Private as leader just so that he could make it clear who actually deserves the position. It's so petty, that it's almost beautiful.

[gwenie-clorrisan]

Prime Problem (and fixing it)

One thing that makes me kind of upset is that Sonic Prime is, in fact, cannon. There's nothing wrong with it, per say... don't get me wrong, I really enjoyed it. But one fact alone is enough to irk me... The fact that Rouge is apparently closer to Sonic than she is to Shadow now.

For a while now, Sega has had an urge to make the main cast a group of five. It's happened for both Boom and Prime now, with the fifth character being exchangeable (either Stix or Rouge). Stix I was fine with; she fit the narrative, had great chemistry with the cast, and was just an enjoyable character to watch. Rouge on the other hand I've never been a big fan of in the first place. I know people do love her, but most of her charm from the very beginning was based on her chemistry with dark characters. Case in point, Team Dark (Sonic Heroes), where she's definitely closer to Shadow than she is to anyone on Team Sonic (including even Knuckles). While she was great in Prime and I loved all of her variants, I think there's definitely a better candidate for the fifth character. A much better one, who needed more time in the spotlight, desperately more. I'm talking about Cream the Rabbit.

No, this isn't only about the fact Cream will forever be my favorite character. It seems that Sega (along with most fans) have forgotten that Cream was designed to be the fifth main character of the cast. She was around for SO MANY GAMES, until she abruptly vanished after Heroes. She wasn't seen for years until reemerging in obscure places (like the olympics as a judge), or Generations (where everyone was). I hear excuses like "Oh, she's only six, they can't have her in something like Forces, that's a literal war." Dude. Charmy was there. He's six. And what, did Sega retcon the ages of every character EXCEPT for Cream? She's literally only two years younger than Tails, people! And if Big can be in Prime, why couldn't they just complete Team Rose? I WANT TEAM ROSE DYNAMICS!!!!!

Anyway, with that out of the way, let's address the real issue: How Prime would have affected Cream. (I'm mainly going to put her in places replacing Rouge, but I can also see her and Rouge being side-by-side in the shatter verse as well, take your pick) She'd get quite a bit of character development, like how the rest of the characters did, with her own special twist (yes, Cheese would also be here... for most things)

First up, No Place. This is the easiest one. Have her as part of the crew, not too much happens. She can have a small job and be a bit of the peacemaker among the group of pirates. When it comes down to it, she and Cheese can both throw a pretty good punch. (I wanna see Cheese in an eyepatch)

Next is Boscage Maze. This ones a bit more tricky, because it's a bit harder to replace Rouge. She could definitely be the voice of reason of the tree dwellers, helping them steal whatever food they can from the forest... or, she could be something of a mediator between them and Thorn Rose, since she could have some sort of closer relationship to the Amy variant. I think that if she does live strictly with the tree dwellers, that would be because something happened to Cheese when the Thorn turned on them, and she couldn't really forgive her. They would probably be reunited in the end.

Finally, New Yoke. There are two possible ways this one could play out. One, Cream plays the role as "little leader", an unexpected leader in a rebellion against the Chaos Council, with an army of chao behind her that she's raised in hopes of a better future. Or two, she discovered Nine a while back, and is determined to follow him everywhere (he possibly accidentally saved her from some sort of bullying, and she just attached herself to him). For the first option, she'd have a lot more cheery, positive attitude, yet would be able to snap at people who get out of line. For two, she'd be quiet and apathetic, and probably even more distrusting of Sonic than Nine was. If we go the second option, we'd see her standing by Nine even as he goes insane, and she could possibly turn on him for his own good. (I personally like the second option better) For either one, Cheese is no where in sight, probably because of some disaster that befell him.

Anyway, this has gotten really long, but it was fun to come up with possibilities! Which ones do you like, you guys? If there's ever a continuation, I hope they include my girl <3

[carionto]

When in doubt, duct it

The prevalence of mass printers means that if the design is functional, anything can be built. Humanity boasts the largest orbital shipyards in the known Galaxy, capable of constructing vessels beyond reasonable scope and complexity, which they need to be able to do due to the sheer number of redundant systems, safety features, and the compartmentalized nature of their space craft.

So why is that half of them begin to look cobbled together after a while? Nearly all civilian craft appear unique, every single small military craft has personal modifications reflecting the pilot's and crew's personalities. We've even seen whole engineering teams rip out large sections of their massive Dreadnoughts and replace them with parts from others. One time we even saw them cut off the propulsion system of a smaller Destroyer and just...

plug it under a Capital ship.

Once again, we desperately are trying to understand the nature behind this odd behavior.

"Well, the architects and designers do a fine job, but when the rubber meats the road, or I should say, when you bump into an asteroid for the first time, only then you begin to understand what each ship is like, you know? A good pilot and crew can feel what their ship wants to really be only after you've been on it for a while.

Any ship or station starts off as a blank slate, but after a while it starts to develop a personality. And like any good friend, they take care of you, so you take care of them. Sometimes the lights just aren't right, so you replace them with a different model. Other times the recoil tilts it a little bit to where it makes the life support hiccup, so you gotta add a counterweight, but not just anything, it has to fit the vibe. Then that has it's own little complaints, and it just goes on like that.

As a matter of fact, the oldest ship in the Fleet started off as a Carrier, but over time the crew, without saying a word, just knew it was meant to be a Battleship. A few "surgeries" later and the Jubilant Axolotl added six extra generators and now can't hold a single fighter craft, is always leaking something, and has two of the biggest Rail Cannons we've ever built. She could probably punch a hole through Mars if she overloaded all her generators, but the crew think that that would be the last thing she, and everything within a few hundred thousand kilometers, ever does."

[fandom-lover2]

Energon is Thicker Than Blood - final part

Part 5

-image not mine-

“Do you think he wants to thank me?”

Above me, positioned so I was sheltered between his legs and in his shade, Optimus hummed.

“I do not believe Megatron capable of admitting another’s assistance was needed. Most likely, he will gloat over his victory destroying the humans and degrade your actions during the ordeal.”

Well, that was promising. “If he going to be such an asshole, why’d you agree for us to come?”

“Because your incessant nagging was getting tiresome.”

“Then you shouldn’t have told me he’d reached out.” I fired back, and that shut my guardian up.

I licked more of my ice-cream, the frozen treat melting quickly in the late summer heat.

When Optimus had told me two weeks ago that Megatron had contacted him a month prior requesting to meet with me, I had immediately begun to push for it.

Call it morbid curiosity, I wanted to know what he had to say.

And more importantly, I wanted to know if Silas was dead. 

Agent Fowler had gone with some US agents to clean up after I had been safely transported to the military hospital, but had not found his body in the massacre Megatron had left.

The peace of mind wasn’t for me. Surprisingly, the nightmares I was having from that day weren’t that unsettling.

Optimus, on the other hand, was having bad nightmares, and though we both pretended I wasn’t awake to witness them, they were getting worse in the two months since it had happened.

Hopefully, Megatron would be able to bring us both some relief.

Optimus had been ashamed of his decision to meet the mech, and had decided to not tell Ratchet, or anyone, the truth of this excursion.

Which is why he was so tense. We were alone, about to face his worst enemy, and I was still stuck in the damn wheelchair.

This was the first time I had left the base since returning from hospital.

Sure, after my escape to the roof Optimus had been taking me up every day for about an hour at a time but that had been right at the base and surrounded by Autobots.

We were quite literally alone, having used the ground bridge to appear somewhere in the English countryside on sunny day.

My ice-cream had been a treat just as we’d been heading out, Optimus having read somewhere in his late-night rabbit hole searches into human psychology that if put in a good mood before a stressful event, children respond better.

I didn’t have the heart to tell him it didn’t work on 17-year-olds, but who in their right mind turns down ice-cream.  

It started soft, like distant thunder on the horizon, but quickly enough the far away growl turned into a roar as he passed overhead, a decent distance above us.

Doing a slow arc, no doubt ensuring Optimus truly hadn’t brought back up (as they had both sworn to do), he descended and transformed, landing a couple hundred feet from us.

Optimus shifted, his blade and cannon replacing his servos as his massive peds moved inches from where I was sat.

I wanted to say something, remind him that this was supposed to be peaceful, but I hadn’t known Megatron for millions of years. He knew that ‘peaceful’ meetings didn’t end well more times than not when it came to the warlord.

Still, he deserved to be heard.

Megatron approached us slowly, wearily, watching Optimus’ every move closely.

“That is far enough.” Optimus warned when Megatron got to be about 80 feet from us, raising his cannon to further his threat.

Megatron stopped, raising his servos in surrender.

Usually, he had an easy smirk on his face plates, especially in situations like this where he could taunt Optimus. But now, his expression was somber, and despite Optimus being right there and heavily armed, his purple optics were locked on me.

Slowly, very, very slowly, he lowered himself to one knee and tilted his helm.

“You seem… well, Little One.” he addressed me, ignoring Optimus entirely.

Megatron. tyrannical leader of the Decepticon Army, destroyer of Cybertron and uncountable planets, ruthless and merciless, and he was kneeling before his sworn enemy to speak to me.

If I thought it was even possible, I would have begged Optimus to let me spend just an hour with this mech, just to try and get some idea of who he was.

I heard the stories, I had seen him on the battlefield, but this grey titan before me was not the bedtime stories Ratchet told. At the very least, he hadn’t always been heartless.

I huffed a laugh. “No, I don’t.”  

I still had bruising on my face from the broken cheek bones, and the wheelchair was a big sign that things were definitely not ‘all good’.

Megatron cracked a smile, chuckling himself. “No, you do not. But you are not dead.”

“That is in part thanks to you. But, it takes a lot more to kill us humans. Especially when we have a reason to keep living.”

His optics dropped, brows furrowing as he looked to the ground between us, scowling at the dirt as though that would give him the answers he needed.

“Why?”

“Uhh, because I like being alive?”

“No.” he corrected, moving to sit before us, crossing his legs and looking like a huge preschooler. “Why did you not tell the human, if you have this so called ‘reason to keep living’.”

I opened my mouth to answer, but he cut me off before I could.

“The Autobots I can understand, maybe. But the Decepticons? You do know how to find my ship, and yet you did not tell him. Despite the torture.”

He frowned again, so I kept quiet, knowing he had more to say.

“I have very few soldiers who would have done what you did, but they are my soldiers, my species. You have no connection to us and yet…”

Had the world broken him so much he didn’t know what basic compassion was anymore?

I looked up, all the way up, to Optimus.

His face covering was on, his brows set, his cannon shivering just slightly from nerves. But I could sense it too, the hesitation at the question. The feeling of sorrow and regret.

“I did it because I would have rather died then let them hurt any Cybertronian.”

Megatron looked back to me eyed me like I should be admitted to a psych ward.

“Yes, I am not of your species and yeah, so far being associated with the Autobots has got me into a lot of trouble, but you are still living beings. I’m not going to just willingly hand you over to be torn apart. If me dying is what it takes to protect you from the filth of my kind, I will do that.”

Megatron flinched at my words, his optics widening.

“Megatron I do not regret my decision from that day. And if I had the choice to do it again, knowing what I know, I would do it without hesitation to keep you, your soldiers, Optimus and the other Autobots safe. Hell, if it had been just you and me in there, I still wouldn’t have given anything up.”

“Why!” Megatron roared suddenly, causing me to jump.

Whether intentional or also a reflex on Optimus’ part, the Prime’s cannon fired, blaster shot hitting the space just before the warlord’s folded legs, narrowly missing him.

Megatron didn’t even flinch. “Why would you do that? We cannot be hurt by your weak humans. We would have been fine. Why would you-”

“Why not?” I interrupted him.

Megatron froze, confusion replacing the scowling.

“Why should I not want to save you? Save them?”

He dropped his optics, thinking.

Optimus and I waited.

“Because I do not deserve it.”

Megatron stood and began to walk away without even glancing my way again.

“Wait.” Optimus spoke, and Megatron did so, not turning to us.

My guardian spoke in Cybertronian, not wanting me to know what was being discussed.

Megatron’s answer was short, but I felt the relief ripple across Optimus.

Silas was dead.

Megatron continued to march ahead, not turning back to us.

“I don’t regret it!” I called to him. “I don’t regret what I did, Megatron!”

He paused, just enough to turn his helm and call over his shoulder, “Thank you, Little One.”

And then he transformed and flew away, his engine screaming as he pushed it to get away from us as fast as possible.

Optimus and I stood in silence for a while, waiting until the air went quiet. Once it was clear he was truly gone, Optimus sighed, his entire frame sagging as he dropped his raised arm, and his servos returned.

“Why doesn’t he think he deserved it?” I asked, squinting up at my guardian as he moved from standing vigil over me to kneeling beside me.

“His whole existence has been fighting, proving your worth and never receiving a good act unless it involved some form of repayment. He does not trust a good deed.”

“You should be kinder to him.”

The glare I received would have been cold enough to refreeze my ice-cream, had I not finished it.

“Time to return to base.” Optimus moved, intending to pick up my wheelchair so we could head back to the original ground bridge coordinates.

On the horizon, storm clouds gathered, a wind picking up. We should probably leave before we got rained on.

“Silas is dead, right?”

Optimus froze, his huge metal hands pausing as they almost wrapped around me.

“That’s what you asked him. If Silas is dead.”

My guardian watched me, his eyes flitting about. Finally, he answered a simple, “Yes.” and picked me up, making sure to not jostle my wheelchair too much as he got me situated and then began to walk.

“So I can leave the base more?” I pushed, turning my head to look up at him, even when he purposely didn’t look at me.

“You still have a long time until you are healed.” he replied, like that would stop me. “But, I do suppose we could think about you returning to the human military base. Your parents have been requesting to see you.”

Well, it wasn’t total freedom, but it was a start.

---

“You are such an asshole!” I ground out, six months later, as Megatron tightened his hold around me, strutting through his ship with a smirk.

“He was just starting to let me leave his side and now you do this!”

The warlord laughed, not something evil and sinister, but lighthearted and almost sympathetic. “Prime should know better than to leave his pets unattended, Little One.”

“I wasn’t unattended, you attacked Bulkhead!”

Megatron shrugged, stepping into a control room and placing me down on a raised panel. “He should have been present.”

“He was in the mine.” I replied, folding my arms as I looked up at the grey mech.

Megatron hummed, still smiling like he’d stolen candy from a baby. “While we have some time, I would like to ask you some questions.”

I opened my mouth, intending to reply I had a few of my own, when the ship’s speakers began to play a broadcast my guardian had sent.

Whatever was said, it wiped the smile off Megatron’s faceplates in seconds.

“Ohh, you fucked up.” I sing-songed, giggling at his horrified expression as he looked down at me like I was a bomb.

“Soundwave, prepare a ground bridge. I am returning this bug home. She is not worth the trouble.”

“Well, I think I just set the record for the fastest kidnapping in the world.” I boasted, raising my arms to allow Megatron to pick me up again.

Six months of building Optimus’ trust and courage gone in seconds. I was never leaving the base again. Guess it was back to vitamin D supplements and the memory of freedom for me.  

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Kernel-pult

Debut: Plants vs. Zombies

Here we have my favorite plant of the original Plants vs. Zombies, the humble Kernel-pult! Out of my favorite PvZ plants, this one feels by far the most Classic. It doesn't fly, it doesn't have otherworldy abilities, and it's not a dang fungus. It's a corn cob that lobs corn kernels. Even the lobbing feels sort of mundane! Such a simple way to get a projectile somewhere else. It feels less fantastical than pods bursting and releasing seeds, and that one happens in real life! However, it is important to mention that Kernel-pult is not vegan.

Kernel-Pult typically lobs kernels that do a little bit of damage, just as much as a pea, and it attacks at half the rate of a Peashooter. It makes up for this with Butter! It has a 25% chance to lob a pat of butter instead. This is because butter is good on corn, and I guess as a result of that, the universal concepts of Corn and Butter are intertwined enough that Kernel-pult can tap into both.

Butter does twice as much damage as a kernel, but better than that, it freezes whatever zombie it hits in place for a bit! I don't know why it does that. I can't think of any reason why butter would, thematically, freeze something. But it makes Kernel-pult happy, so you'd better deal with it! Kernel-pult is thusly good as a support attacker who can slow down the approach of zombies, allowing stronger plants to damage them more. OR, you could choose Funny over Reliable, and do what I do! Nothing against Cabbage-pult, but I love Kernel-pult so much, I like to use it as my primary attacker! Good luck, me!

Butter would prove to be a very popular game mechanic, being applied to many non-corn plants in the future, purely based on wordplay. Very respectable. In PvZ2, it actually gained another ability: it will instantly defeat flying zombie birds! See, THAT makes sense. There's the realism, in Plants vs. Zombies.

Oh?

A few plants in this game have upgraded forms that can be planted on top of them, usually enhancing that plant's core concept. Kernel-pult has one, but not just ANY one. A maize so massive that you need to merge TWO Kernel-pults to form it! No mere upgrade like most of the rest, but an entire, new behemoth of a plant!

This is Cob Cannon, the most expensive, but most powerful plant in the game! Once planted, it can be used to manually fire devastating corn cob missiles wherever you please, with the power of a Cherry Bomb, but the ability to reload! And also a fun explosion animation with popcorn. The design is very different from Kernel-pult, but I'm not going to act like this is a Pokemon evolution where the evolved form stopped looking silly. This is a corn cob with eyes, on a wheeled wooden frame, whose wheels are slices of corn cob. Awesome! The second game would replace this guy entirely with a banana.

Lastly, I would like to discuss something very special to me. I would like to discuss Pult. Pult is something that delights me to no end! In PvZ1, Catapult plants exist mostly to be used on the Roof levels, since much of the roof is slanted, preventing straight projectiles from being very effective. And each of them have this little nest-looking basket on a stick that they lob their projectiles from. Evidently, this is the Pult. I love this thing! Do you think if I married Kernel-pult, I could take his last name? Here are some Pults I made during my previous Pult Phase. It truly inspires me!

Iso-pult

Sponge-pult

And lastly, I will ground us a bit more once again, with Corn Muffin-pult. My favorite Plant, now pulting my favorite form of corn! Please remember to always be silly and make silly images like these whenever you want, it is a necessary part of the human experience!

[hisunshiine]

—in good hands | jjk [M]

💻 pairing: streamer!jungkook x female!reader 🫶🏻 au/genre: camboy au, smut 💻 rating: M 🫰🏻 wc: 1,500 💻 warnings: second hand embarrassment from your friend exposing your thirst for JK; explicit sexual content: masturbation, voyeurism, cum eating, fingering. 🫶🏻 summary: camboy!Tae helps convince his streaming/gaming friend Jungkook to try it out, especially when a mutual friend’s input (yours) sweetens the deal, and you’re more than ready to get your hands dirty helping him. 💻 an: thank you to @moonleeai and @downbad4yoongi for beta reading when i needed a…hand. Hehehe.  💻 an 2: part of the @bangtanwritershq September 2023 “Big Boys” flash fiction writing event. request received from @colormepurplex2

“Stop staring, babe.”

Jungkook adjusts the volume on his gaming headset, unsure about what Taehyung could be talking about, but the attitude in his voice is apparent. 

“Everything cool, Tae?”

“Yeah…”

He falls silent and Jungkook uses the grappling hook to bring Widowmaker above enemy lines before using Infrasight to show his teammates the enemies positions on the map. Climbing a bit higher, he takes a few opponents out with her assault rifle, and D.Va appears to his left on screen, using her fusion cannons to take out the rest. 

“Fuck yeah! Good game,” Jungkook praises, but Taehyung remains quiet. Jungkook turns off the livestream he set up for the game and tries to check in once more with his friend.

“Tae?”

“Yeah, sorry, I muted, but uh, Hana wants to tell you something.”

Jungkook can hear as Hana takes the headset from his friend, and her light vocals replace her boyfriend's much deeper ones.

“Hey Kookie, have you ever thought about camming like Tae does? I mean, I’m skimming a few comments from the stream and you have more than a few viewers talking about your hands.”

Jungkook feels his cheeks grow warm at what Hana is implying. He knows about the thirsty viewers, the requests he gets to put his hands to better use. It’s not that he hasn’t thought about it—the pay alone could be quite good—he’s just a little shy.

“I’m not saying you have to, I just have a friend…you’ve met her a few times! Tae said you thought she was cute—ow! Anyway, she thinks you’re hot and enjoys watching you guys play and well…she’s interested in watching a different type of content if you ever decide on it. Okay, here’s Tae-Tae.”

Hana disappears as if she didn’t just insinuate that Jungkook should stream himself fucking his fist on camera because her friend thinks he’s hot. He shouldn’t be surprised, really. They're a match made in heaven if he’s ever seen one. Taehyung and Hana met when she won a contest through his livestreams, and they’ve been dating for a while. Jungkook bounces the idea around in his head as Taehyung takes back his headset.

Hana’s friend is pretty cute, not that Jungkook’s ever said that to her. It’s nice knowing that she’s attracted to him, because the few times they’ve hung out as a group he felt like they seemed to hit it off. Maybe…

“Hey, Tae, what platform do you use to cam, again?” 

You can’t believe Hana, your so-called-best-friend, told Jungkook that you watch when he and Taehyung stream themselves gaming because you think he’s hot. Or that she let slip your little fantasy about watching him stream—playing with something else. You can’t be too mad at her though, because Jungkook messaged you on discord for your number the next day. 

He’s shamelessly flirting, masking it by asking you to help him with his first ever non-gaming stream, and after texting for a few days, he asks if you can help him decide on some of the finer details—in person—as moral support before he goes live and to help him make sure to give his audience what they’re looking for. 

Of course you agree, because spending time with Jungkook, helping him get into the mindset for the camming he is about to do sounds like exactly how you want to spend your Friday night.

Jungkook’s hands are sweating just a bit as he positions the camera in place. He’s waiting for you to show up at the agreed upon time, and though you aren’t late, he kind of wishes you would be super early, so he would stop overthinking. 

When you finally knock on his apartment door, ten minutes early because you were overly excited and couldn’t linger anymore downstairs without feeling like a creep, you don’t expect to be met by him shirtless and in sweatpants. He looks a little frazzled, like he’s run his fingers through his hair too much, but it looks sexy paired with his rippling abs as he greets you. 

“You look pretty,” he says, complimenting your choice of sundress as summer comes to an end. “I don’t know what to wear…I have these sweats, but I also have another pair of pants…make yourself comfy, I’m gonna try those on for you to see.” Jungkook had led you into his bedroom as he spoke, and he motions to his bed next to it, disappearing into his closet.

You glance around his room, taking in the set up he has for streaming and try to focus on how you can enhance the set for this type of streaming. You make a few changes to the orientation of the lights until you hear his soft footsteps pad back into the room. Turning, the sight in front of you is so heavenly, it’s sinful. It takes you a few moments to speak.

“Definitely wear the leather.” You wipe at your mouth in case some drool leaked from the corner. The white tee and the leather pants he’s squeezed his fit thighs into have you clenching your legs together—you aren’t sure if Jungkook notices or not, but you take a deep breath so you can get yourself together.

You reach for your purse. “Okay, I think you’re ready. You got this.”

“Um…can you stay while I go live?”

Jungkook’s fingers nimbly undo the single button on the black leather pants he’s wearing, making sure to peel back each side of the opening as he slowly reveals the divots in his hips, and the top of his hardening cock. He keeps sliding until the tops of his thighs appear and his cock springs free, bouncing slowly from the weight of his arousal. 

You watch from your own phone seated on the edge of his bed, enthralled by his movements. The view is so much better than what you had hoped for, mostly because you were able to curate your wildest fantasy.

He reaches off camera for the bottle of lube, a self-heating KY Jelly that squelches lewdly into his hand before he sets it back down. The camera is angled so close that just his tattooed hand and cock can be seen, but you look away from your phone where you’re viewing the content for perfect placement when you feel his eyes burning into the side of your face. 

Your phone falls to your lap, eyes entranced by his gaze on yours as his right hand begins a slow, wet glide down over the tip and along his shaft. When the edge of his pinky finger and palm reaches the base, he pauses briefly to give himself a tight, teasing squeeze, and lets out an orgasmic groan that taunts your throbbing clit. 

Fuck. You want to take over for him—want to deepthroat him until he’s whining and then climb on top and ride him until he’s breeding you like the little cumslut you are. But for now, you watch from the best seat in the house as he pleasures himself. 

His eyes are low, full of desire as he watches you, hoping you will return the favor and touch yourself, too. With each glide his grip makes, you feel your legs inching apart—if you were home, it wouldn’t even be a question of whether you would be joining in or not.

“I hope you’re touching yourself, too,” Jungkook’s voice is deeper than usual, breathy. He continues talking to his viewers as the numbers climb, but his eyes are on you. “In fact, I want you to. Want you spreading those pretty thighs apart for me, just like that.”

You follow his directives, unable to disobey. 

“Don’t be shy, let me see.”

Quietly, you shimmy your panties down, glad you wore a dress that so easily allows him a view of your dripping pussy.

“Touch yourself how you want me to touch you, baby. Good girl.” Jungkook bites his lip, just for your viewing pleasure, as your fingers slip and slide through your lips, teasing your clit and taunting your opening. “Wait till I get my hands on you, I’ll make you feel so good.”

Your eyes follow the pattern he makes as he speeds up, tattooed fingers gripping himself tightly as he pulls his shirt up to reveal his abs, flexing as the pleasure builds.

A gasp from your lips sends him over the edge, opaque cum oozing over the ridge of his fingers as he fucks his fist through the high. You watch with eyes hooded as his tattoos become less visible, two fingers rubbing your clit furiously so you can follow him. You vaguely hear him say something else before he’s out of his chair, hands replacing yours as his body cages you onto his bed.

You wrap your fingers around his cum covered ones, sucking them clean before he dips them inside of you. You let out a whine as his fingers reach deeper than yours did, hips rocking for more friction.

“You’re in good hands, now, baby.”

Thank you for readinggg!!!! Hope you liked this! Read camboy!Tae's 3-part mini series here!

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[zeke-fanfucs]

Hear me out,

BvZ actor au like head cannons or a story of what they do on set or smth

Hope ur having a nice day!

Heheheheheheheheheeheheheh. I love this. So i decided my baby need to be a part of this.

Colt (actor)

• Originally hired as Hipswitch’s stunt double because of his athleticism, weapons skill, and comfort with prosthetics and wires.

• The director spotted Colt goofing off during a break—doing stupid impressions of Hipswitch with perfect comedic timing—and immediately gave him a few background lines… which spiraled into a whole-ass side character.

• Everyone on set calls him “the feral baby” or “Crash Dummy Colt.”

• Does his own stunts, but also weirdly maternal with the makeup crew and brings them snacks.

• Has a prank war with the guy who plays Fisher. Once hid 47 googly eyes in his trailer.

• His fans online are rabid. There’s fan cams of him just drinking juice.

Hipswitch (actor)

• Very serious about his craft—classic theater kid turned sci-fi lead.

• Total method actor on set. Stays in character until wrap, but the moment the director says cut, he becomes the most polite, slightly shy guy with reading glasses and tea.

• Constantly apologizing for “being too intense” during fight scenes.

• LOVES Colt. Proud older sibling energy. Calls him “kid” even though they’re the same age.

• Once broke character mid-scene because Colt made a stupid face during a take.

Albus (actor)

• Real name is probably something soft and gentle like “Theo” but he goes by “Albus” even off-screen to mess with people.

• Always messing with the prop team. Constantly steals the fake whiskey and replaces it with apple juice.

• Actually a trained dancer. He choreographs some of his own fight scenes and flirts with the camera crew.

• Has the most dramatic trailer decor. Candles, leather couch, and a picture of a cat named “King Sebastian.”

• Surprisingly gentle with Colt behind the scenes. They’re tight—brotherly but chaotic.

• Teases Hipswitch nonstop during interviews.

Faithful (actor)

• Super sweet and nerdy in real life. Wears cardigans and glasses, always bringing baked goods for the crew.

• Has a huge social media following because she posts behind-the-scenes content and cute selfies with the cast.

• She and Colt have adorable TikToks dancing together in costume.

• Very close to the actress who plays Kerano—they treat each other like real family.

• Secretly plays D&D with the crew on weekends and always plays the tank.

Kamor (actor)

• Quiet but hilarious when he speaks. Known for deadpan humor and accidental one-liners.

• Always falling asleep in weird places on set—once napped in a spaceship prop for 3 hours.

• Has a real-life crush on Hipswitch’s actor but doesn’t know everyone else already knows.

• Loves working with Colt, and they bond over weird indie music and horror films.

• Gets super nervous before cons and hides behind Faithful during panels.

Meksha’s actor

• Comes from a punk music background. Joined the cast late in season 2 and instantly became a fan favorite.

• Has tension with Colt onscreen and outrageous chemistry off-screen. Their improv scenes make the editors cry from laughter.

• Teases Colt mercilessly in interviews—fans aren’t sure if they’re enemies or married.

(Oh and i thought it could be much cooler if Attila and Mahatma were separated people and they just switch during shooting. Why? Cause it’s hilarious for them so look so similar and mess with the whole crew)

Mahatma (actor)

• Total sweetheart in real life—like, rescue-dogs-and-water-plants energy.

• Has a background in medical drama shows, so he takes the “space doctor” role way too seriously. He once corrected the actual on-set medic.

• Eats the weirdest food on set. The crew once caught him dipping pickles in chocolate pudding, and he just went, “It’s for brain chemistry.”

• Best friends with the actor who plays Attila—opposite energy, same wavelength.

• Shares a trailer with Attila and decorates it with crystals, soft lights, and calming incense.

• Everyone on set goes to him for life advice. He gives you a hug, herbal tea, and a five-minute TED Talk on emotional resilience.

Attila (actor)

• Loud, sharp-tongued, and hilarious. Grew up doing stand-up and has no filter.

• Calls Mahatma “Doc Doc Goose” off-camera and roasts him constantly, but if anyone else does it, she gets feral.

• Has a punk background like Meksha’s actor—lots of tattoos, always wearing combat boots.

• Total adrenaline junkie. Volunteers to do dangerous stunts even though He’s not supposed to.

• Weirdly good with kids. Everyone was shocked when he got mobbed by a group of fans at a convention and patiently signed every autograph.

• Teases Colt mercilessly but genuinely likes him. Once said, “You’re like if caffeine were a person.”

(Now a little story)

INT. GRITTY ALIEN MARKETPLACE – TAKE 12

Scene premise: Colt is carrying a half-injured Karmor like a prince, smirking at Hipswitch, trying to provoke jealousy. Karmor is supposed to look dazed but charming and say, “Guess you missed your shot, Cowboy.”

⸻

Director (off-screen):

Action!

Colt (striding into frame, dramatically carrying Karmor):

Looks like someone else got to the lost lamb first.

Karmor (dazed, trying to deliver his line):

Guess you… missed your… shop? Wait, no—shot. SHOT.

Colt:

[Pretending to cry] MY MOM OWNS A SHOP, HOW DARE YOU.

Hipswitch (off-screen):

[Bursts out laughing] Missed your shop—was it a bakery?!

Director:

Cut! Reset! Take 13!

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TAKE 13

Colt:

Looks like someone else got to the lost lamb first.

Karmor (with dramatic flair):

Guess you missed your sheep—NO. Wait. Cowboy. SHOT. FUCK.

Colt (whispering):

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. He’s trying. You’re proud of him.

Hipswitch:

[Straight-up wheezing now] Sheep? Did you call me a sheep?

Attila (from behind the camera):

“Guess you missed your shepherd, dipshit.” That’s the next line, huh?

Mahatma:

[Calmly sipping tea] I think he’s just evolving the metaphor.

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TAKE 17

Colt:

Looks like someone else got to the lost lamb first.

Karmor (genuine effort, soft voice):

Guess you missed your shot… Jace.

[SILENCE]

Colt (voice cracking instantly):

You said my government name. Why did you say my government name.

Hipswitch:

[Face buried in hands, giggling like a kid] He said it like it was romantic?!

Colt (melting into Karmor’s arms):

I’m emotionally compromised. I can’t do this anymore. This is bullying.

Karmor:

I didn’t mean to! You’re just—your face did the soft thing and I panicked!

Attila (mocking):

“He said Jace and I simply perished.”

Director:

Okay, let’s break. Someone get Colt a cookie and Kamor a damn cue card.

⸻

END SCENE.

[wholoveseggs]

How I look camping ⛺️ your page everyday waiting for you to post… like your writing is so good and I’m so obsessed with it. 💜 But about Kol and I guess the other Mikaelson boys (minus Finn),, they’re all scary in their own ways.

With Klaus he’s scary because of his rage and his plans,, you can immediately tell when he’s angry because he makes it known through his throwing things and shouting.

For Elijah, he’s calm and collected and that’s what makes him scary, you don’t know how he’s truly feeling or going to react because he hides it so well. I don’t remember the exact scene but it was in the originals I believe where you could like see the rage on his rage and that too is scary because he’s so angry in that moment that he isn’t even attempting to hide that rage.

For Kol (my love), he’s a wild card, a loose cannon. He can be violent but he can also be gentle as seen with his relationship with Davina. I just think his personality is so fun and intriguing. There is absolutely no reason for a vampire, an original at that to be using a baseball to beat people but he does just because he can?? does this make me crazy?? maybe a bit?

a common misconception i see a lot is when Kol is undaggered and Klaus backs away from him. this is for two reasons… yes, i believe Klaus was nervous of Kol being awake again because he knows his brother is a loose cannon but also because it meant that the others were likely awake as well and perhaps he could fight one of them but he definitely couldn’t find all of them at once.

no matter though because both Kol and Klaus can admit that Elijah is the “scariest” so your love wins that contest~ 💜

Hello again darling camping anon! I have so much to say on this subject.... like SO MUCH. So buckle up.

I think the fundamental difference between the three of them is how they react to and experience control. It's simultaneously an emotion, a situation and a choice. And something that all three of them couldn't really have growing up.

They are all victims of domestic violence, and each one is dealing with it differently. (And not in a healthy way at allllllllll. They absolutely continue the cycle of abuse...)

First we have Klaus, (The iconic little shit that he is)

He clings to control like a lifeline. Being the most helpless as a boy, he has always felt that if he was stronger, had more power, he could keep those around him safe. He believes that the only way he can feel safe is if he's in control. So, in his mind, any time someone takes that from him, they are actively trying to harm him. He will fight for control over everything and anything. His family, his city, his art and (most importantly) his life. His need to control the narrative around him and keep his secrets, is born out of the trauma and fear that his father instilled in him. His rage is born out of his own sense of helplessness.

Joseph Morgan does an excellent job of conveying that pain. Klaus is always a bundle of anxiety and panic and fear, no matter how he's acting. He's hyper vigilant and constantly looking over his shoulder, waiting for someone or something to try and control him again. It's why he clings so desperately to control, because he never wants to be made a victim again.

Second we have Elijah, born after the loss of Freya. I've always viewed him as a tragic character, who seems to be nobody's favorite in the family, but also the glue that holds them together. He's burdened with being the adult in the room. I can imagine that Esther's grief and guilt around losing Freya sort of imprinted on to him. She probably saw him as a replacement for the daughter she lost, putting all this pressure on him to be perfect, while simultaneously giving him no agency to be his own person. His entire childhood was spent either protecting his siblings or taking care of his mother's emotional needs. (This also applies to Finn, who i'll talk about later)

His relationship with control is nearly equal to Klaus'. He's always been a peacemaker, the level headed, calm brother. Always trying to bring harmony between his siblings. And while he has a much different way of expressing his feelings, he is a victim of the same violence that the rest are.

But, what makes him the scariest is the fact that his anger is silent. Elijah doesn't show his emotions, he represses them. And then when his control snaps, it's like a damn bursting. You don't see it coming, because he's so good at hiding his anger (& all of his other feelings). But when it's there, you feel it. And it's terrifying. Because his anger is fueled by pain and a lifetime of having to be strong. It's a glimpse at a deep well of pain that you realize he has been hiding all along.

Daniel Gillies absolutely nails this simmering rage with his eyes. Somehow that man can convey every single emotion without saying a word. When he looks at his family, or a person he cares for, there is this warmth and kindness. But when he looks at a person he is angry at, a person who has hurt someone he cares about, you can see the light almost dim, and his eyes will become cold and dark. You can feel the danger and rage in them. It's a delight to watch.

Third we have Kol, who is a complicated and messy character. Kol was born into a family that already had a system and a hierarchy, and he was pushed aside and ignored. Nobody's favorite, nobody's first choice. He grew up angry and frustrated, feeling unloved and unheard. He looks to his older brothers and their relationship with control, and takes the proverbial baseball bat to it. If they couldn't love him the way he needed them to, then he would make sure that they would at least remember him. So he becomes the black sheep, the outcast. He's wild and chaotic, doing whatever he can to get attention. He doesn't really care about control, because he never had any growing up. I have always viewed his bloodlust as an allegory for addiction. His response to the violence of his youth is to numb the pain with the rush of adrenaline and power. To take from others what was taken away from him.

His rage is the loudest and the quickest to come to the surface. He's not one to stew, he's quick to fight and fast to burn. Which is why his relationship with Davina is so good for him. She loves him the way he needs, and rightfully calls out his bad behavior. As gross as it sounds, she's kind of the mother figure that his actual mother never was. (IM SORRY I KNOW ITS VERY FREUD OF ME .... BUT AM I WRONG????)

I'm not going to bash any acting... But I think Daniel Sharman captures Kol much better. His complicated relationship with death, control and magic is portrayed beautifully. Especially the scene where he is dancing with Davina before he dies. It shows real growth on his part, no longer the baby brother, no longer the victim and the victimizer. In that moment he's the protector, trying to shield his girl from grief. And it always makes me tear up ...

(This scene always makes me laugh, I truly believe Elijah is the funniest character)

And last, we have Finn. Who I love to make the butt of the joke here on this blog. But I do have a few things to say about his character.... Which is.... He isn't really a character. But an object.

They drag the poor man out to show the audience what bad thing can happen to an original. First with his death in TVD, teaching everyone about the white oak stake and sirelines. Second in TOG with Lucians deadly bite. He's just... Not written to be liked.. and it's never really explained why they kept him daggered for 900 years.

And with Finn... there is no control or lack thereof, because he has no agency. And his rage comes from the fact that he is a man out of time, with no one who cares about him.. And it makes his character all the more sad and pathetic.

They make him this bitter, angry villain. Trying to kill his niece, and they never justify exactly why. I think fear of Dahlia is a piss poor excuse. I would rather he lean into revenge for being daggered than trying to hold onto his righteous nonsense.

(But lets be so real here... its because the writers didn't want to give him any depth. They didn't want us to get overly attached, so they could use him as a low-stakes original vampire that demonstrates the actual deadliness of a weapon or person)

But!!!! Yusuf Gatewood is the absolute GOAT and his portrayal of Finn and his rage is just delicious. He almost reminds me of like a rabid preacher, the way he spits out his hatred and bitterness. But it's so fun and I enjoy it every time.

Anyways.... Sorry to hijack your message lol.. I just love to psychoanalyze crazy fictional men!

[yoitsjay]

Cat got your tongue?

Pairings: Crosshair x Fem! Reader

Summary: you and crosshair get into another one of your daily bickers, which becomes a fistfight, which becomes something a little... more.

Warnings: cannon typical violence, smut, cunnalingus, pussy eating, cum eating, crosshair eats good- use of pet names.

Word count: 1,627

A/n: inspired by the wrecker headcannons I just wrote- and the fanart I rebloged 🤭

The dimly lit engine room of the Marauder hums with the low rumble of machinery. Tools and spare parts are scattered around, and the air is thick with dust. Crosshair stands hunched over a malfunctioning power conduit, his expression a mix of frustration and concentration. He wouldn't have to be fixing this if Tech wasn't asked to make the supply run with Wrecker, though this piece of junk should have been replaced months ago.

Crosshair let out a grunt of frustration as he hit the power conduit with a wrench, sending some sparks flying from the impact. “Stubborn fucking thing- Should have been replaced.” He muttered

Across the room by the boiler, you are rummaging through a crate of supplies. You are a mercenary, employed temporarily by the Republic, and have been assigned to The Bad Batch for a few dangerous missions, which was being prepared for.

You glanced over at the man, a smirk falling across your lips as you pulled out the part you were looking for, kneeling down by the hyperdrive to fix it. “Maybe if you actually took a break once in a while and properly fixed the ship, you wouldn’t have to deal with these messes.” you replied snarkily.

Crosshair just snarled in return, narrowing his eyes at you as he leaned back slightly. “And maybe if you stopped getting into trouble, we wouldn't need to fix things every time we turn around.” He hissed, and you spun your head around. If looks could kill, he would have a giant hole in his head that would have done the job.

“Oh, so it’s my fault now? Last I checked, you were the one who blew up the last generator.” You replied, turning back to the hyperdrive as you started to replace its main panel with a new functioning one.

Crosshair straightens up, glaring daggers at you. The day had already been frustrating with Wrecker being unhelpful. “I didn’t see you volunteering to help, did I?”

your eyes narrow again. and you throw your wrench down onto the nearby workbench, its clatter echoing in the confined space as you stand and turn to face him, now bristling with annoyance. “Maybe because I’m not the one who causes the problems. I’m just here to clean up your mess.” She hissed, knowing she was only assigned here because they needed her help.

“You need me.” She added, voicing what she had been thinking. Crosshair scoffed, now rising to his feet as he set down his own tools, much gentler than you had moments ago. “Right, and I’m sure you’re perfect at everything you do.” He snarled.

Your face reddens with irritation, and without thinking twice you stride toward Crosshair, fists clenched. “You know what, Crosshair? If you think you’re so much better, why don’t you back up your talk?” She asked, though before Crosshair could respond, you shoved him roughly. He stumbles back but quickly regains his balance. His eyes flash with anger as he pushes her back with equal force.

Without another word you and Crosshair lunge at each other. You throw a punch, which Crosshair ducks, countering with a swift jab. You engage in a fast-paced, physical tussle amidst the clutter of the engine room. Tools and parts are knocked over, creating a chaotic backdrop to your fight. Each move is precise and aggressive, which really showed off the fact that you truly despise each other.

You then attempt a kick, which Crosshair grabs and twists, sending you sprawling onto a pile of metal parts. You let out a grunt of pain, but scramble up to your feet once more, determination in your eyes as you charge again. Crosshair, breathing heavily, manages to catch you off guard with a deft move, pinning your arms above your head against the wall.

Panting, you and Crosshair stare each other down, before finally he speaks up.

“Satisfied now?” He asks with a smirk. You just glare at him, breathing ragged as you rolled your eyes and look away. “Not quite. But I guess this will do for now.” you muttered. Crosshair raises an eyebrow, bringing his free hand up to your face as he cups your chin with his fingers, turning your head so you are looking at him again.

“How else can I satisfy you then, princess?” He asked, his own eyes widening as if he hadn’t meant to say what he had said. Your eyes also go wide, and you glance downwards before looking away again, muttering something under your breath.

“What was that, sweetheart?” Crosshair asked, overcoming that brief shock, taking back his confidence as he pressed into you a bit more, unable to ignore the soft whimper that fell from your lips. You looked over at him again, your pupils dilated as you stared at him with something other than hate.

“I said, you could get on your knees and eat me, but it probably wouldn’t feel good.” you snarked, a surge of your own confidence swelling inside of you

And it caught Crosshair off guard.

“What?” He asked, lips parted slightly as he pulled back from you. But you wouldn’t let him escape, not this time…

You wiggled your arms out of his grasp, and instead grabbed him by the top of his armor plating, pulling him closer to you as you grinned almost wickedly, leaning in to whisper by his ear.

“You heard me.” You whispered, feeling him shiver slightly as your breath fanned down his neck. Crosshair closed his eyes for a moment, then slid his hands to your waist, pulling it against him as he squeezed lightly. “I just wanted to make sure you really said that… because it sounds like a challenge to me.” He whispered, staring into your eyes as his nose brushed against yours.

“Oh it's a challenge, Crosshair. You couldn’t make me feel good if you tried.” You whispered, feeling his grip tighten against your hips. Then he slid his hands down, and he dropped to his knees in front of you.

You gasped slightly, not expecting him to actually take up that challenge. You let out a squeak as he unclasped the armor on your thighs, then tugged down your trousers. “Crosshair what are you-”

“You said I couldn't please you, princess. I’m gonna prove you wrong.” He started, grabbing your thigh as he lifted your leg over his shoulder, using his other hand to hold your abdomen against the wall so you wouldn’t fall.

“Crosshair, what if they come back?” You asked frantically, sliding your left hand into his silvery short hair, pushing his head back slightly. He just grinned, sliding his hand down as he pulled your underwear down.

“Oh Princess…” He trailed off, pushing his face into the plush softness of your thigh, listening to you gasp or inhale every time he nipped at the skin, or lick closer and closer to where you were aching for him to be.

Then he leans in, tentatively licking a stripe up your folds before he groans, and flattens his tongue against you, his nose nudging against your clit which makes you jolt.

“Cross-” You whined, looking down into his eyes momentarily before you let your head fall back against the engine room wall as he brought his tongue up to your clit, and circled it before flicking his tongue upwards.

Crosshair ate you out like it wasn’t even an issue, the way he drove his tongue into your sopping wet cunt, drinking in your juices as he groaned, it made your heart flutter.

You gripped his head, pushing him against you as you bucked your hips slightly, letting out soft pants, or little whimpers, trying to stay quiet, though the way he was making you feel- it was getting hard too.

“Crosshair i’m-”

You could feel that coil winding up tight in your gut, though the man below you didn;t relent, keeping his mouth on you as he drank you up and made you feel like you were on cloud nine.

You pressed the heel of your boot into his back, pushing him closer as you desperately grinded against his face, letting out a high pitched and loud whine as your vision clouded and you saw stars, coming undone on his tongue.

You expected him to pull away, leave you dripping and dirty from your orgasm. But he kept his tongue at your entrance, drinking up the slick that seeped out, until you were shaking from the overstimulation. Only then did he pull away, reaching for a clean cloth which he used to clean up the mess he made between your thighs.

“See Princess? I can clean up my messes.” He teased, lowering your leg off his shoulder as he rose to his feet. You could only huff in response, pulling up your pants and underwear before you clipped your armor back on, face red as you avoided looking at him.

“Cat caught your tongue sweetheart?” Crosshair asked mockingly. You glared at him, turning to walk away, only to turn back around as you delivered a swift punch to his torso, making him double over, only for you to pull him close as you pressed your lips to his, swallowing up his gasp as you invaded your tongue into his mouth, tasting yourself before you pulled away, chuckling.

“Cat caught your tongue, Crosshair?” You repeated, patting his chest before you turned and walked out of the engine room.

Crosshair watched you leave, then grunted as he was suddenly all too aware of the raging hard on that was straining against his codpiece. He grunted, looking back up to the exit you walked out of before he groaned, and quickly ran after you.

You were going to be the death of him.

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Crosshair tag:

@nyctophobiart

Tbb:

@only-my-unexistent-fiances

All:

@moomoog017

[thethirdtriplet]

Head cannon for the Batkids:

So, we’re all aware that out of all Bruce’s kid Tim is the only one that’s ever gotten away with lying to him on more than one occasion.

And we know how smart he is, right, so if over the years he just keep doing it, lying to Bruce, about small things that wouldn’t really harm anyone. Just so he could observe and keep track of how much he can get a way with, for future reference of course.

But he gets so good at it that Bruce, Bat “the most paranoid person on the planet” man, immediately trusts his words, just like that.

Honestly why wouldn’t he? Tim hasn’t given him anything to doubt. He’d been carful over the years. 1-Hiding his tracks, 2-being overly truthful, 3-keeping his reputation as clean as possible.

1-He breaks something? Bruce wouldn’t know, cause he hid the evidence, bought a replica or straight up gaslights Bruce into thinking it never existed.

2-He stirs up trouble with the YJ, he’d tell Bruce with all honesty what happened, to the point where Bruce just expects the truth when Tim reports a mission to him, unbeknownst to him, that half of it is lies.

3-He keeps this up in his years as Robin to stay in his good graces, obviously, he’s polite, diligent, reliable and responsible, who wouldn’t trust a boy that’s so mature for his age?

Of course then his sibling find out about this certain skill of his and employ him to lie for them.

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Dick, broke a chandelier he was not supposed to be swinging on? No problem; Timmy’s on it:

Dick: *tries giving Tim the puppy dog eyes that have virtually no effect on him*

Tim: *sends him an unimpressed look*

Tim: Bruce, just look at that ancient looking chandelier and tell me it wasn’t going to fall on someone’s head one day or the other?

Bruce: …

Tim: *sighs exasperatedly*

Tim: Do you have such little faith in your own son that you would believe he would endanger himself doing something that could potentially injure him, that you specifically told him not to do.

Tim: *sends a pointed look towards dick*

Dick: *sends him a sheepish smile*

Bruce: …

Bruce: *relents*

Bruce: I guess you’re right.., and the chandelier is quite old,..I’ll have to buy a replacement..

Bruce: *walks away*

Tim: You owe me, for this.

Dick: Yeah, I know, but thanks anyway Timmy!

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Jason, scratched the Batmobile, he wasn’t permitted to drive? Bribe Tim; to deal with Bruce:

Jason: I’ll cook for you, anything you want, as payment.

Tim: *sighs*

Tim: Bruce, are you really sure you were careful with the Batmobile, last nigh? I seem to remember, you were in quite a rush to catch up to two-face, who was escaping in his getaway car.

Bruce: I checked on it last night, and don’t remember any scratches…

Tim: You were dead on your feet last night, barley even able to change out of your gear, write a full report, then head to bed, it shouldn’t be surprising that you missed a few scratches on the car.

Bruce: …

Bruce: I guess so… I’ll just have to keep a more attentive eye on it, next time…

Bruce: *walks away*

Tim: I’ll be expecting breakfast burritos, to appear on my plate, in the morning.

Jason: You can expect anything you want, and I’ll make it happen, after that save, nerd-bird.

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Damian, snuck in an injured cat to take care of, before sending them off to the shelter? ‘Force’ Drake, to help:

Damian: While I usually wouldn’t resort to you for assistance, Drake, I must reluctantly admit, I am in need of it.

Tim: I’ll only agree, if you name the cat Drake.

Damian, who already named the long haired, black furred, blue eyed cat, after Tim: Very well.

Later on:

Bruce: *spots the new cat*

Bruce: Tim, is it just me or does Alfred the cat look.. different.

Tim: I’m not sure what you’re talking about, B.

Bruce: I could have sworn his eyes were yellow, not blue?..

Tim: Are you sure, though? Perhaps you’re mistaken. Maybe it’s a trick of the light? There’s a lot of reasons, as to why you could have mistaken the cat’s eye colour.

Bruce: …

Bruce: I guess… if you say so…

Later, later on:

Damian: Drake, Drake, the cat, has been adopted, as of late, by a loving and nurturing family (as loving and nurturing a family can be, in Gotham).

Tim: Cool.

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Cassandra wants Bruce to attend her recital, but he’s busy? Ask Tim for help:

Bruce: Odd, I remember I had a few more cases to finish today…

Tim: Ohhh, those? Yeah, you gave them to me, not long ago.

Bruce: …I did?

Tim: Yeah! Just last night, when you told me you promised cass, you’d attend her recital, tonight. So I suggested, to handle those cases for you.

Bruce: …

Bruce: That does seem like something I’d do, thanks for reminding me, Tim, I’m glad I can count on you.

Tim: Of course, B.

Later on:

Cass, hugging Tim; to show her appreciation.

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Duke, may or may not have skipped school after first period? Get Tim to help:

Tim: Bruce, is the school absolutely sure, he hadn’t attended his classes, I mean you can obviously see, from the security camera, that he entered the school gates this morning.

Bruce: The teachers stated that he didn’t answer when his name was called in class, and that they didn’t see him all day, on school grounds. None of the security cameras captured any sight of him, other than when he entered, through the gates.

Tim: Ohhh, I see, he must’ve been honing his bat-skills, you know sneaking around, undetected, in school, that must be why no one noticed him, not even the security cameras.

Bruce: …

Bruce: You’re right. I’ll be speaking to the principal about the staff’s inability to locate him, when he was obviously on school grounds.

Bruce: Then, I’ll talk to Duke about refraining from using his bat-skills in our civilian lives. Even if it’s for training purposes. Although I’ll have to commend him, for attending the whole day, undetected.

Later on:

Duke: Are you sure I can’t do something to repay you, I mean, you saved my hide, just now.

Tim: Well.. there is this new juice bar I’ve been wanting to check out, I could use the company.

Duke: No way! I heard about it too, hold on let my grab my phone, then we can head out.

[echantedtoon]

I love your Demon King Kagaya concept!💞 It's a refreshing idea to see, but where's Amane in the grand scheme of things?

Thank you! I love swap aus and I couldn't resist the concept. I'll list you the entire concept of DK Kagaya Ubuyashiki. None of this is cannon, and not everyone will be swapped out and it'll have my own twists on things. And have some things added for new story elements.

WARNINGS: Mentioning of killing, death, etc.

EDIT: If you don't agree with any of the placements or head cannons that's fine. This is only my take on things.

DEMON KING KAGAYA UBUYASHIKI:

I'm swapping out Muzan for Kagaya for this purpose. Most of the story remains the same as it did in cannon with Muzan. Kagaya is born deathly ill, he's given the medicine made with the blue spider lily, however instead of killing said doctor out of anger Kagaya is completely overjoyed and taken by the doctor's success. He wants to make MORE medicine. He wants to give this to MORE people like himself! At first the doctor accepts this. He's excited for the success of his medical treatment. However something isn't right.

Kagaya is twisted by the medicine and it's effects on his body. He begins to crave human flesh as Cannon Muzan (who I will refer to as CM), however he sees it as a greater mercy to the masses. Why live such miserable lives when you can join him? Be a part of him? Death is a mercy. Life isn't. The doctor is appalled at the way the medicine twisted Kagaya into a far worse person. (His mindset would be a similar one to Cannon Douma. Seeing it as a mercy or better fate to become a part of something bigger for the greater good overall not really seeing his twisted thinking is only harming hundreds of others and not really caring believing the end goal is worth all the bloodshed to get there.) In a fit of frustration, he attempts to turn the doctor into a demon in order to force him to make more medicine after the doctor refuses to do anymore research disgusted by the results, however as he was still fairly new to making other demons, the doctor instead dies from the infected blood. Frustrated Kagaya attempts to make the next hundreds of years perfecting his technique and turning people into demons as 'sharing his gift'.

The first few demons he attempted to create was his beloved wife Amane and his family-

He attempted to turn the rest of his family into demons too but that did not go so well. (Apparently it's cannon that Kagaya used to have two brothers). As with the doctor his youngest brother's body didn't react to him changing and Kagaya accidentally ended up killing his youngest brother. In a fit of desperation and horror, he tried again with his mother and Wife Amane who's bodies unfortunately also rejected his blood and both later died from the complications. His other brother and their father fled and went into hiding. His father later blamed himself heavily for all of the evil Kagaya does and committed seppuku. Kagaya's brother later goes on to create the demon slayer corp in search of a way to stop him. Later down the line the Ubuyashiki name is lost and replaced by the last name Kibutsuji, their bloodline cursed due to creating the first demon progenitor.

He sees his demons as 'beloved children' and as such sees what they do (eating humans, killing, etc) as nothing wrong and only as a means for survival and to spread his 'gift.' Don't underestimate him however. He may not rule by fear but his voice and mind is able to manipulate and soothe most demons into submission, and he is not afraid to use force if needed. His 12 Kizuki are the ones that he allows to eat disobedient demons if they're hungry and he does so with a warm smile on his face. It puts the fear into anyone who sees it if they aren't already loyally following him. He is also crazily strong physically and mentally.

Desperately looking for both the blue spider lily and the Kibutsuji family. He doesn't want to kill Muzan and his family per say. Merely to put a endless mercy to his beloved little brother's family's torment and free his own 'children' from theirs. Whether it be by turning them or by 'sending them to heaven' he hasn't decided yet. Created the Infinity Castle as a safe haven for his newly turned family and any demon deciding to live there.

He created the twelve Kizuki as a way to reward his most obedient 'children' and as extra protection for himself and his Queen. The lower three moons are usually killed off not by him but usually by Sanemi in anger or by slayers. Otherwise he has no problem with how the Kizuki interact. Although his favorite is Yoriichi who happens to be Upper Moon One, and his most loyal and powerful demon.  He usually doesn't have any trouble blending into society thanks to his personality but he still eats, kills, and makes demons. 

Because of his soothing voice and perfect manipulation skills, he's able to blend right in without much trouble. His favorites are his disguise of a sickly man or a librarian. Like cannon Muzan he has the abilities to change his appearance, gender, and looks however it's only to an extent and it's extremely painful for him to do. So usually he prefers to just purple his skin and play sick, or take on the form of teenage him to get past people.

Although he has allowed himself to be 'adopted' by families with his child form, he's never married another woman since Amanda until Y/n as he genuinely loved his wife and regrets ending her life.

He still sometimes has trouble making demons by his own hands. He's not sure why so he usually requests for his 'children' to spread his blood so he can change them via blood transfusion style....He's still having Shinobu and Kanae look into his body's imperfections.

He is absolutely, positively, 100% downright TERRIFIED of Michikatsu after almost being killed by him and legit had a massive stroke when first encountering the Tokito twins. Yoriichi is both intrigued by the thought of him still having family through his brother's descendants and worried his master will start getting PTSD from looking like his twin.

He deeply loves his new wife (Y/n) and their children. The children adore him too as he is genuinely a good father to them minus forbidding them to leave the Infinity Castle, but they don't understand why Mama Y/n is always death glaring at him and ignores him when he looks at her with a kicked puppy expression.