#i think i've gotten used to it and then a single frame (or two) will just. completely take me out again.

[secriden]

*whimpers* God dammit, how is he's so, so fucking pretty!!!?!

[darling-flora]

feather 2

max x yn!singer - social media au

fc: sabrina carpenter

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notes: please please please let me know what ya think !!! ❣ rt's are appreciated !!! (i used google translate for some dutch words, so let me know if anything's wrong!!)

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maxverstappen1 3 🏆

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user1 wait is y/n taller or is max shorter ??

↳yourinstagram 7 inch heels 🫣...

user2 PARENTS !!!!

user3 first picture needs to be framed 🥺

yourinstagram love youuuuu 💙

user4 MY GOAT 🐐

user5 TIME FOR 4 🏆🏆🏆🏆

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yourinstagram quick trip.... 💋💙

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user1 never looked better !!!

user2 cuties 😪

maxverstappen1 best date ever ❤

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user3 bro why aren't they ever paparazzied together?? like is it PR??? he was papped with his ex....

↳user4 because his ex called the paparazzi..... ↳user5 they both rarely get papped when they are alone so it's the same when they're together, he was ALWAYS papped with his ex so..... put 2 and 2 together 🙃

user6 wearing 7 inch heels only to still be shorter then max🤭

danielricciardo max looks so yummy 🤤

↳yourinstagram he is 😉 ↳danielricciardo ew ↳yourinstagram YOU started it ?? ↳user7 😭😭?

user8 two goats 😋

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yourinstagram coachellaaaa weekend 1 & 2 what a dream !! these were two of the most electrifying shows I've ever played 💙!!!!, and I can’t believe you guys were already singing along to espresso (more to come soon 😉). I feel so incredibly lucky to of gotten the honor to perform for you all. thank you to everyone who came to watch and everyone watching at home!!!!

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user1 you ate that mama 🤩

maxverstappen1 wow wow wow my mooie meisje (pretty girl)

maxverstappen1 every time i see you it's like seeing you for the first time

maxverstappen1 y/nchella is going to be the only thing on my mind for awhile....

↳user2 BRO you have practice in CHINA in TWO DAYS ????? IT'S A SPRINT WEEKEND TOO ?!?!?!?!? ↳maxverstappen1 y/n on the mind while driving helps me win ↳user2 ..... ↳user2 i respect it 🤝

maxverstappen1 love you my mooie meisje (pretty girl)

↳yourinstagram love youuuu 😚 ↳yourinstagram i'll be waiting for you in miami 😉 ↳user3 ohhh they freaky 🤭

user4 i've NEVER seen max comment like this before holyyyyy 😭💀

user5 WAIT i thought espresso was a "cute little song" but are we getting a new album soon??

↳user6 she got out of a sh1tty relationship then got into a healthy relationship so i think she has a few things to write about.....😭

user7 espresso the hit that you are!!!!!!!!!

user8 the woman that you are wow wow wow 🤯

user9 the vocals !! the fits !! and the FACE !! TENS across the board 😩

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voguemagazine While we're patiently waiting for the release of Y/n's album Short n' Sweet, lets go behind the scenes of the 2nd single "Please Please Please"s music video which featured L/n's boyfriend and Three Time Formula One Champion of World Max Verstappen.

"I ended the last video getting arrested, so naturally I thought it would be satisfying to start the 'Please Please Please' video in jail", said the singer. "I liked the idea of falling in love with a convict and being shocked and embarrassed every time he commits crimes. I was sooo lucky to get Max Verstappen in the video 'cause he's a busy guy but I was a little unsure who I wanted to play the guy who I was falling in love with, then I realized "why not have the guy your in love with be the love interest?" and he was instantly down." said the singer after the music video was released.

The video’s director said "The amount of energy and effort he put in while also being conscious of being out of the way or it not being about him, it was great. It’s hard to cast people in general, but to get them that dedicated is unique." he added "During the first few takes before Max got used to having to act, anytime he'd look at Y/n he'd smile and almost like melt so we had to give him a few pointers but after that he killed it" video’s director said about Verstappen.

The director added "The two were professional on camera but after the camera cut they'd laugh and behave as any other couple, it’s super weird and very meta. They’re essentially playing themselves in this really elevated and theatrical way that is not themselves at all. Now there was this responsibility because they’re a couple and they’re being filmed together for the first time in this kind of really big way, so that responsibility of doing them both justice and making them both look amazing and making sure that people understand that this is fiction while keeping it light and lovely became the priority."

Read more -> HERE

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user1 this bts just told me that they are crazy in love 😭❤

user2 my favorite part was when dua and callum broke up a day after the music video came out

↳user3 then got back together.... just messy 😭 ↳user2 they are prob gonna break up again after the albums out 🤫

user4 max being down to do this is so iconic, also him posting her any chance he gets is my favorite thing!!

user5 it's SOOOO refreshing to see that she's so much more happier in this relationship !! and the fact that he isn't afraid to talk about her

↳user6 they do it very tastefully too!! like anytime i hear something that they've said about each other it always seems so genuine and love filled 🥺❤ ↳user5 this!!! anytime her ex was asked about her he was always so annoyed but when she was asked she would always praise him but he just never did the same 😕

user7 STOPPPP the picture of her hiding behind him is so cute

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yourinstagram Short n’ Sweet is officially yours now!!!

i feel extremely lucky that each time i write a new record i learn a little bit more about myself, and can create from that place. the making of short n’ sweet was one of the most special, honest, up and down, stupid and fun experiences of my life.

thank you to my brilliant talented friends, writers, producers, mixers, engineers, and creative minds that helped me bring this world and these songs to life. not a serious thought was thunk yet somehow they were.. lol i love you all and am so grateful.

I will keep this short n sweet buuuut more soon. go listen now and i hope you love it as much as i do❤

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user1 Your mind ❤️!

maxverstappen1 love you so much. So so proud of you 💙

↳yourinstagram love love love love youuuu , ty for being you 💙

user2 So endlessly proud of you

oscarpiastri Ahhhhhh I'm obsessed!!

↳yourinstagram TYYYYYYY Mr. Pastry 😁

user3 So proud of you and love you endlessly. Can't pick a favorite!!!

user4 i was already obsessed two seconds in to the first song like wow… you are truly unreal. my favorite album to exist

danielricciardo most perfect album of all time

↳yourinstagram ty dannyy ☺

user5 short n sweet = no skips 💋

user6 Wowowow I didn’t skip a single song in this album. 💿 loooove it so much angel.

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maxverstappen1 So so so proud of you, Short n' Sweet has been on repeat from the second i heard it. Seeing how hard you've worked and how much of yourself you've put into this and being by your side every step of the way has been such a pleasure.

love you y/n 💙

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maxverstappen1 also, would happily fulfill your wishes of making you juno yourinstagram 😁

↳maxverstappen1 or try some freaky positions... ↳user1 MAXX ?? ↳redbullracing Max, please think of the sponsor's.... ↳maxverstappen1 I'm opening the door to new sponsors.... ↳yourinstagram STOPPPP ↳yourinstagram their gonna take away your social media privilege's 😭 ↳user2 are we ignoring the fact that max said he'd happily impregnate Y/N ?????

user3 the first and last picture's are so cute 😪

user4 i need to be in a relationship NOW 😠

user5 he loves her so bad.... im gonna be single forever 😩

user6 IF A MAN WANTED TOO, HE WOULD!!!

user7 these pic's almost make you forget she's getting freaky deaky on the album

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enews 🚨 BREAKING 🚨 Callum Turner and Dua Lipa have called it quits after a year of on and off dating. The timeline of when the two started dating is unclear but after a dinner in Los Angeles where the two seemed to be having problems the pair left the restaurant at the same time but in separate cars.

Only a day after the break up Turner was seen with a mystery blonde women while Dua Lipa was seen at an airport heading for London.

The relationship seemed to of become rocky after Y/n L/n released her singles "Espresso" and "Please Please Please". Then with the release of Y/n L/n's album Short n’ Sweet which contains multiple songs that are about their relationship.

Do you think it's a "Coincidence" they've broken up multiple time's around the releases' of Y/n L/n's music ?

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user1 just MESSSYYYY people omg

user2 i do NOT feel bad for either of them 😭

↳user like he fumbled y/n so badddd ↳user also he found a BLONDE girl RIGHT after breaking up with dua.... like im giggling 🤭

user3 a "year of on and of dating" is killinggggg me 💀😂

user4 "you're running so fast from the hearts that you're breakin'" she really clocked his ass 😭

user5 the blonde is allegedly dua's friend..... 😭💀

↳user1 not him pulling a leclerc 🤭

user6 both nobody's without y/n....

user7 "oh, wow, you just broke up again" 😭

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yourinstagram p2 in zandvoort 💙

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user1 SHES BACK AT THE RACES !!!

user2 i know this DIVA 💜!!

maxverstappen1 the most important attendee at any race 😚

↳yourinstagram cutie😘 ↳user3 please be mindful that most of us are single....

user4 no one else could be as iconic of a wag as you are 🙂‍↕️

user5 y/n photo dump is always gonna eat 😩

whitneypeak 😚🤞

user6 move over max

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enews Callum Turner spoke out about his relationship's being in the spotlight, while Turner and Y/n L/n's relationship was private, Callum and Dua Lipa's relationship was a public whirlwind of an on and off relationship.

"I know that people are always going to be curious especially when it's two famous people being seen together [...] I knew that she was going to write music because it's what she does [...] you know she'll do whatever to help her career [...] at the end of they day i wish her all the best."

Y/n L/n has been in a relationship with Three Time Formula One Champion of World Max Verstappen for over a year, the pair haven spoken very highly of each other and the two have supported each other’s careers. While some of her songs off her recent album Short n’ Sweet like Taste, Coincidence, and Dumb & Poetic are about Turner, the more playful and loving songs like Espresso, Bed Chem, and Juno are about Verstappen.

What do you think about Turners comments?

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user1 "two famous people" when no one knew who he was until they started dating....

↳user2 i remember a director saying they didn't know who he was, then y/n introduced callum to the director, the director knew who she was because his daughter was a fan... 🤭

user3 he cheated on y/n then had the balls to say "she'll do whatever to help her career" ????? he needs to be serious

user4 "If you don't wanna cry to my music, don't make me hate you prolifically" 🫣

user5 bro can't even say her name he knows he fumbled 😭

user6 he should've kept his mouth shut 🙄

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max1.jpg no need to wish because she is/has it

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user1 WHACK #HIM AGAIN MAX!!

user2 if i was dating y/n i too would post her every second i got

user3 WAIT did yall get a puppy

↳max1.jpg we have FOUR cats, we do not need a dog... ↳yourinstagram you hate me 😔 ↳max1.jpg maybe after the tour... ↳yourinstagram YIPPEE 🥳

user4 HE'S SO PETTY OMG 😭

user5 thank you max for standing up for our girlfriend 😚 THAT guy needed to be humbled

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user6 he lovessss her so much 😪

user7 im the reason for 1 billion streams btw😁

user8 "at the end of they day i wish her all the best" and max shut his ass up 🤭

user9 the only woman ever 🙂‍↕️ (im a woman)

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[juniperskye]

I choose you.

Sneak peek: After a one-night stand, you find yourself pregnant. You choose to take some time off to get your life in order (aka ready for a baby), when Hotch stops by to make sure you’re okay. You confide in him and after a late night of talking, and months of mutual pining, Hotch offers to help you raise the baby. With this newfound dynamic, how will Hotch handle you working in the field? How will your lives change?

Aaron Hotchner x (Fem) Reader

Fluff/Angst

Word count: 7599 (OMFG sorry)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited I've been working on this for so long...I did my best- please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! My blog is 18+, minors DNI, implied age gap (kinda?), secret relationship, mention of period and menstrual cycle, mention of doctors and hospitals, mention of typical pregnancy related care, secret pregnancy, mention of pregnancy, Hotch being a little smothering lol, mentions of canon typical violence, some language, team members meddling, mention of Jack, no mention of Hailey (she just doesn’t exist in this – Hotch  has always been a single dad), no use of y/n. I think that’s all, let me know if I missed any!

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

“Hey, you’re looking a little green there sugar.” Morgan said, gently nudging your elbow.

“Yeah girl, keep it to your side!” Emily laughed, pushing your file further onto your desk.

“Alright, if I was contagious, don’t you think you’d all be sick by now? It has to be from something I ate…I guess it’s time to clean out the fridge.” Shaking your head you got back to work.

“You know the most common causes of nausea and vomiting are infections (like the stomach flu), food poisoning, motion sickness, pregnancy, and migraines. We can rule out the stomach flu given that none of us have gotten sick, and motion sickness since we haven’t travelled in a few days. I’d say food poisoning seems most likely, and it should pass soon given that it typically lasts anywhere from 12-48 hours.” Spencer rattled off.

“Thanks Spence.” You smiled.

Your mind began spiraling, this little bout of vomiting had been going on for far longer than 48 hours. Was it possible something at home was contaminated and you’d had “never-ending” food poisoning? You thought about the other conditions Spencer had mentioned, no to the stomach flu, no to motion sickness, probably not food poisoning. You had migraines, but definitely weren’t currently suffering from a spell…so that left. Nope. No way.

Could it be possible? When was your last period? Shit. You pulled out your phone and opened the Flo app and your last charted period was…EIGHT WEEKS AGO. What the fuck? How had you missed that?  After pondering for a few minutes, you realized that around that time, the team had a particularly tough case where children were being kidnapped from malls in Alabama. The case had a happy ending, but it had taken seven days for you to catch the guy.  You had chalked up the missed cycle to stress – it happened sometimes.

After excusing yourself, you made your way to the bathroom. While in the bathroom, you made two calls, one to your primary care physician, and then one to the OBGYN that they referred you to. Thankfully (pure luck truly) they had an opening tomorrow morning.

You quickly made your way to Hotch’s office to see if he would allow you to come in late tomorrow. He was usually understanding about these things since you guys really have to take any doctor’s appointments you can get with your ridiculous schedule.

You knocked on the door frame softly, taking note of his nod, granting permission to enter. You walked cautiously to his desk, trying to work out the phrasing of this request in your head.

“I can hear the gears turning in your head, what’s going on?” Hotch questioned.

“Sorry Hotch, I uh, I just have a quick question for you.” You began. “You see, I haven’t been feeling great the last few days, so I called my doctor, and they can squeeze me in tomorrow first thing. Would it be possible for me to come in late so I can make that appointment?”

“Is that all? Of course, just come in when you can.” He finally met your gaze, offering a subtle smile.

**8 weeks pregnant**

You sat, bare legs causing the sterile paper beneath you to crinkle, the noise seemed to echo in the otherwise silent room. You had left a urine sample when you first arrived at the office, and they had just taken a blood sample. The nurse had asked you a million questions and you had to fill out nearly 20 different forms.

“Alright, so the urine test came back as positive for pregnancy.” The doctor informed you.

“Wow, um okay. So, what are the next steps?”

“Well, we are going to send your blood in to check your HCG levels amongst other things, that will give us a pretty good estimate as to how far along you are. We will give you a call when those results come in. I am going to send you home with some literature on what foods, medication, drinks, over all activities to avoid as well as some recommendations for prenatal vitamins and a prescription for some anti-nausea medication. There is also a card in there with the triage number in case of an emergency. So, what questions do you have for me?” The doctor concluded.

“I uh, when will I need to come back in? Also, I am a field agent with the FBI, I guess I’ll probably need a doctor’s note as proof of pregnancy, and then one later down the line I suppose, excusing me from duty.” You inquired.

“Once we get your HCG levels and can get a better idea of how far along you are, we will give you that call and then we will schedule your next appointment. Based on your last cycle, we will probably have you come back pretty soon for a transvaginal ultrasound and then your following appointment would be around your 12-week mark. As for work, I can get you that document now and then yes, as your pregnancy progresses we will discuss changes that will have to be made at work. Did you need a note for today?” She answered.

“Okay, that sounds good. And yeah, a note for today would be great. Thank you.”

Thoughts were racing through your head, the things you’d have to buy, getting your apartment prepared, telling the father (what was his name again…Michael? Brady? You’d have to figure that one out), telling your boss and the team, the changes to your body? Oh god, what have you gotten yourself into?

The second you stepped off the elevator your stomach twisted, and you darted to the bathroom. After emptying the contents of your stomach, you rinsed your mouth out and made your leave. What you weren’t expecting was Hotch on the other side of the door.

“Oh, sorry Hotch.”

“No need to apologize, I just wanted to see that you were alright. JJ let me know she saw you running in here.” He explained.

“I-I’m not feeling too great honestly. Do you think, maybe, I could head home for the day?” you queried.

“I think that is a good idea, you should get some rest. You know, you have a bunch of time off saved up – I’m not telling you to use it, but if you wanted to, it’s there. Do you need a ride home?” He asked.

“No, I think I’m okay. And I also think I am going to take you up on that suggestion. Do you think I could take like the next four days?”

“Absolutely, I’ll submit your time. You head home and get some rest. I’ll let Garcia know, that way she won’t call you if a case comes in.” He said.

“Thanks Hotch.”

“You’re welcome. Do me a favor, let me know when you get home safe.” He requested.

**9 weeks pregnant**

The next four days passed by in a blur, you had read through all the information the OBGYN sent you home with, you’d gone and picked up your medications from the pharmacy, cleaned your house, went grocery shopping, and you gotten your results back from the doctor. You had gotten the call yesterday that your HCG levels had placed you between 8 and 9 weeks pregnant and you had scheduled your ultrasound for the following Wednesday. You’d have to tell Hotch everything when you’re back at work tomorrow.

You also made a very awkward phone call to Jensen (damn, you were wayyy off) and he had been very pleased when you informed him that you didn’t want anything from him, he agreed that it would probably be best that way. You didn’t need to be tied to some one-off forever anyway, this was for the best. You just hoped your child wouldn’t resent you for not having a present father.

A knock at your door shook you from your thoughts. You checked your phone, 7:32 p.m. and a notification from Uber Eats that your tacos had been delivered! You paused your movie and shuffled to the door, checking the peephole once, then twice to confirm the identity of this visitor. You made quick work of unlocking and opening the door.

“Aaron? What are you doing here?”

“I came to see how you were feeling. I also ran into your delivery guy.” He explained.

“Come in, I ordered enough for two if you’re hungry?” You posed.

“I wouldn’t want to impose.” He shook his head.

“Not at all, come on in.”

You quickly realized that you were in sweats, a t-shirt, and slippers. You looked to Aaron taking note of his jeans and t-shirt. Casual looks good on him; you’d always thought so. You offered him a drink and invited him over to the couch, making yourselves comfortable and digging in. To the others, this may seem odd, a late-night taco date with your boss and your couch, but this was your normal.

You and Aaron had quickly realized your similarities when you first joined the team. You both had a stone exterior with a warm and fuzzy interior, you were closed off, but loyal and caring. These are the similarities that made your fast friendship so easy. The two of you hung out often, you had regular dinners together, went to movies or had movie nights, you went to the park with him and Jack, and sometimes…you even slept over. You didn’t share a bed or anything – except once when you first moved to your current apartment – your guest room hadn’t been set up yet. He was easily the person you were closest to, which is why it was terrifying to love him. You couldn’t lose him. So, you bottled up your feelings and enjoyed these moments with him.

“So, you’re feeling better then?”

You opened your mouth to reply when you felt it. That tightening lurch in your stomach. You brought your hand to cover your mouth and jumped up, desperate to get to your bathroom. You had barely made it before you were expelling your dinner into the porcelain bowl. You heaved until there was nothing left. It was only then that you felt the warmth of his hands brushing your hair back and rubbing circles over your spine. You slowly sat up and rested back against the bathtub, Aaron leaned against the counter.

“I guess it’s a good time to mention we have a mandated weekend off. I figured you were feeling better if you had ordered tacos.” Aaron teased.

“I was feeling better. And thank God. I could use the extra two days to get my shit together.” You laughed.

“What did the doctor say?” He questioned.

“Well, she uh…” You started.

“I shouldn’t have asked that, I’m sorry.” He apologized.

“No, Aaron it’s okay. I just – I found out that I’m pregnant.” You blurted.

“Oh, that’s – wow congrats. I didn’t realize you’d started seeing someone.” He muttered.

“Thanks, and I’m not. It was just some guy I met while we were in Alabama.” You grumbled.

With Aaron’s assistance, you made your way back to the couch, not before quickly brushing your teeth. After he saw that you were settled, he went to the kitchen and grabbed your anti-nausea pills, some crackers and a ginger ale for you.

The two of you sat and talked for hours, you told him about your doctor’s appointment and the phone call with Jensen. You expressed your excitement and nervousness, both of which he met with reassurance. Aaron was quick to tell you he thought you’d make a great mother and that he, along with the rest of the BAU, would be there for you every step of the way.

The night continued on with the two of you curled up on the couch watching movies, Aaron refilling your ginger ale as needed throughout the evening. Your position had shifted slightly the longer you sat there, you had laid down, your head resting on a pillow against Aaron’s thigh, his hand delicately running through your hair. You turned your head to look up at him, the movement drawing his gaze to you.

“Can I tell you something?” You asked.

“Anything.” He whispered.

“I’m scared to do this alone. I don’t want the kid to grow up and hate me because they don’t have a dad. Plus, I always thought when I had kids, I’d be settled…ya know?” You spoke softly.

“You’re not alone in this.” He replied.

“I know Aaron, that’s not what I meant.” you sighed.

“I could do it.”

“What?” You sat up abruptly, turning to look him in the eyes.

“I could raise the baby with you, I mean if you want. I just, I always wanted a big family, and Jack has asked about having a sibling on more than one occasion, plus we’re close already…” He rambled.

“You would do that for me?” You gasped.

“Of course I would, I’d do anything for you.” He smiled softly.

“So how would this work?” You questioned.

“It’s late, why don’t we head to bed, and we can talk logistics in the morning.” He said, patting your knee.

“Okay.” You smiled.

You woke up the next morning and had to remind yourself that last night was real, Aaron had in fact offered to raise your baby with you. You got out of bed and padded your way to the kitchen. Upon entering you were met with the sight of Aaron in his sweats and a T-shirt, gliding around your kitchen, making breakfast. This felt so domestic, and you couldn’t help the pain in your chest at the fact that this isn’t.

“Good morning!” You greeted.

“Good morning! How did you sleep?” He replied.

“I slept well thanks. You?”

“Pretty good actually. So, how are you feeling about my offer?” He queried.

“I’d like to take you up on it, as long as it’s still on the table. But I think we need to lay out some ground rules, or at least figure out how we would do this.” You explained.

“We’re doing this then! And I agree, we need to sort out all the details.” Aaron suggested.

Aaron and you talked about it a lot over the next few hours and had come to an agreement on nearly all subjects. Aaron would attend doctor’s appointments with you, the child would be raised by you and Aaron and for all intents and purposes, Aaron would be known as dad, when the kid is old enough, you agreed that honesty is crucial, and you’d explain that Aaron isn’t their biological dad. You had agreed on bringing the child up in a loving home and allowing your child to find their own way in religion and politics, neither of you fond of pushing either of those things on a kid. You had also agreed on the importance of education, family time, immunizations, etc.. There were a few things though, that you still weren’t sure of.

“So, Aaron, I guess I am just curious on how we would address a few things. Like with the team or anyone that asks – you’re the father? Or do we tell them there was a sperm donor? Are we honest about the situation? And what about us? Everyone is going to think we’re together. Also, the living situation, you mentioned you want to be around to help but going back and forth from my place to yours, it’s not fair to us or to Jack, what do we do?” You rattled on.

“Okay, slow down. I think with the team and family, we can tell them the truth…to anyone else, I’m the father. If that’s okay with you? For the living situation, I ugh well I was thinking, maybe we find a house? I know how crazy that sounds, but I would be closer to you to help out and Jack could be close to his sibling, at least for a while. It wouldn’t have to be permanent.” He let out a nervous chuckle. “As for us, I don’t want to complicate things sweetheart. I can’t say I’ve never thought about us…maybe we just take it day by day.” Aaron was trying to gauge your reaction.

“That all sounds perfect. We will take it day by day, see where this journey takes us.” You say, reaching to hold Aaron’s hand.

Aaron brings your hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss to the back of it. You can’t help the heat that rises to your cheeks. His admission of thinking of the two of you as more than friends, lingers in your mind. You wondered how long he’d been thinking like that but figured you could ask him another time. The bubble you were currently in was far too precious to burst.

“So, should we start house hunting?”

Aaron chucked at your excitement and nodded happily.

**15 weeks pregnant**

The two of you agreed to wait to tell the team, at least until you had settled into your roles as co-parents. You also wanted to wait until you had progressed further in your pregnancy before you shared the news with not only the team, but also Jack. You had expressed to Aaron that you were worried Jack wouldn’t take the news well and he had assured you that Jack would be thrilled with the prospect of having a sibling. Aaron had also informed you that Jack had asked if you could be his new mom once your friendship had grown.

Things had been going well, it had been almost two months since you guys had agreed to do this together and you couldn’t be happier. Aaron had gone to your appointments with you, and that’s where you were currently headed. You had your 15-week appointment today, you’d also be doing some tests to ensure the baby is healthy.

“Alright, did you guys want to find out the baby’s sex today?”

You looked over at Aaron, and he met you with a subtle nod of confirmation. You had discussed this on the way over today.

“Yes we would!”

“You are having a girl, congratulations!” The doctor smiled and made her leave.

Aaron was quick to lean down and embrace you. You were shedding tears of joy, beaming with excitement. He pressed a chaste kiss to your temple and pulled away.

“I wanted it to be a surprise, I scheduled a showing with our realtor. I think you’re really going to like this one!” Aaron gushed.

Aaron drove you over to the most adorable home, judging from the curb appeal, you were thinking his assumption was correct. He helped you out of the vehicle and led you into the home, your realtor was waiting for you just inside the foyer.

“Mr. and Mrs. Hotchner, welcome! Please take your time to look around, I will be in the kitchen if you need anything. Aaron, I am going to make a few calls and see what we’re looking at for this one.” Bradley informed.

The two of you agreed to act as a married couple when looking into homes, Aaron had suggested that newlyweds with a baby on the way might be more appealing to a seller. Though things between you definitely felt more like that was becoming your truth as opposed to this fantasy you’d act out when in the presence of Bradley.

Looking around, Aaron led you around the house, showing you each of the rooms on the first floor, then the second. You ended up in the master bedroom, making your way out on the balcony that overlooks the backyard.

“So, I was thinking, the two rooms downstairs, one would be my office, and the other could be a sort of den or library. Up here, Jack could have that first room, the second could be a nursery, and then the other two well they’d be ours, or one could be a guest room.” Aaron offered.

“If we made one a guest room, that would mean that we…we’d share this room? Aaron Hotchner are you suggesting that we share a room?” You teased.

“Maybe I am.” He declared.

You had been playing this game of cat and mouse for the last three weeks. It had started after you had kissed. It happened in the heat of the moment, the two of you were fighting over him subtly benching you from work, you had explained you were fine to which he admitted how important you were to him and that he couldn’t afford to lose you. Upon this revelation, you’d shared a passionate kiss. An action that you hadn’t discussed or repeated since then.

“Well, I think that could work.” You nudged him gently. “This house is perfect honey.”

“Should we go talk to Bradley?” He posed.

“I think so.”

**17 weeks pregnant**

“Can you come to my office please?” Aaron asked.

Naturally this caught the attention of the team. You could tell they were growing suspicious of you and Aaron. They used to make jokes about you guys dating all the time with how close you were, but now, taking time off together to go to doctor’s appointments and hushed conversations in his office. You were sure the team thought you two were together. And now, you guessed they weren’t exactly wrong.

“They are totally dating.” Emily insisted.

“No doubt about it. Last week they left early together on Thursday. I guess Hotch called Rossi and told him they wouldn’t be back, and Rossi said he could hear them giggling. He used those exact words.” Morgan explained.

“Hotch, giggling? No way!” JJ chimed in.

“When do you think they’ll finally come clean?” Emily wondered.

“Whenever they are ready, and none of you are going to push the issue.” Rossi declared.

The others grumbled in defeat as they returned to their tasks. Meanwhile, Aaron was informing you that Bradley had left him a voicemail, asking that the two of you return the call when you could.

“Hey Aaron, thanks for getting back to me. Listen I have good news, your offer went through. You guys got the house! I’ll email over some paperwork, and we will talk next steps soon.” Bradley rushed.

“Thank you Bradley, we appreciate it.” Aaron replied before hanging up the phone.

You shared a look before a cheerful squeal escaped your lips. You jumped into Aaron’s arms, hugging him tightly. He was quick to return it, rocking you back and forth gently.

“We got the house! I can’t believe it!”

“We did sweetheart! Do you want to come for dinner tonight, we can talk to Jack?” Aaron offered.

“That sounds great.”

You made your way back to your desk and caught the tail end of your team’s conversation. They had clearly been speculating about the nature of your relationship with Aaron, and after that little display in his office, you couldn’t blame them. You’d have to bring that up tonight, maybe it was time to come clean.

You were currently cooking dinner while Aaron helped Jack with his homework at the dining table. If this is the life you had to look forward to, you’d be a happy girl. You never felt more at home than when in the presence of the Hotchner boys. You finished up dinner and sent the boys to wash up while you set the table, they returned swiftly and the three of you began eating.

“Jack, bud, we have something we want to talk to you about.” Aaron began. “It’s pretty important and I’d really like you to let me tell you everything before you respond okay?”

“Okay.” Jack nodded, mouth full.

“You know how I’m having a baby right?” You gave him a moment to nod in reply.

“Well, that baby is going to be your little sister.” Aaron explained. “We are going to have this baby, and we’re all going to live together, in a new house. You’ll still go to the same school, but we will live in a house, all together instead of in the apartment.” Aaron concluded.

Jack’s eyes grew wide at the mass of information he’d just received. He glanced from you to Aaron and back to you once more. His mouth fell open, and he took a deep breath before speaking.

“So, does that mean you’re going to be my mom finally? Are you guys getting married? What does the house look like? Will I have to share a room with the baby? And where did the baby come from?” Jack rattled off.

“Oh, well sweetie this doesn’t necessarily mean…”

“Bud, go put your dish in the sink and change into your pjs. When you come back we will answer all of your questions.” Aaron instructed.

Jack shrugged and went first to the kitchen, then shuffled down the hall to change. Aaron knew it would take him a little bit, and he’d likely get distracted before returning, which meant he could talk to you about the first two of Jack’s questions.

“Sweetheart, if I am going to be the father of this baby, would you maybe consider being a mother to Jack? I know it is a lot, but with us living together and raising the baby together, it might make sense for me to formally adopt the baby and you to adopt Jack. That way we really could be a family. If anything happened to me, I would at least know that he’d have someone. He loves you so much and I love you, it just feels right, him wanting to call you mom.” Aaron blurted.

“Y – you love me?” You gasped.

Aaron blushed, having realized his slip up. “I do.”

“I love you too Aaron. And I would love for Jack to consider me his mom, I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about us all being a real family like that. As for the adoption, that sounds perfect, I’d have to call Jensen and judging how our first conversation went, it should be a non-issue.” You noted.

“We would just have to get the papers drawn up for you to adopt Jack, his mother signed away her rights when she left us.” Aaron stated.

You looked at him with a saddened expression. The thought of leaving Aaron and Jack breaks your heart, you can’t imagine how she did it so effortlessly. Aaron could see the hurt behind your gaze, and he brought his hand up to caress your cheek, drawing a heat with it.

“Can we go back to a few minutes ago when we both said “I love you” for the first time” Aaron chuckled.

You let out a giggle and nodded, leaning in to meet him halfway for a passionate kiss. The two of you have kissed before, but never like this. Kissing someone who you love and that loves you in return, well that is pure bliss.

“Eww!” Jack shrieks, covering his eyes.

The two of you share a laugh and pull away. Aaron begins clearing the table while you go to get Jack.

“Eww? Eww? Come here buddy! Let me give you a big smooch!” You laughed reaching for Jack.

His laughs rang through the apartment as you jokingly chased him around the living room. When you finally caught up to him, you wrapped your arms around him a pressed a dramatically loud kiss to his cheek. Jack feigned disgust and wiped his cheek off as Aaron entered the room, joining the two of you on the couch with a big smile on his face.

“Alright buddy, I want to answer some of your questions okay?”

“Okay dad.”

“So, let’s start with the house, you are going to have your own room. The house is big with a yard that we can practice soccer in and a pool for us to swim! You will get to see the house soon; we are going to move in just a few weeks.” Aaron explained.

“As for me bud, if you want to call me mom you absolutely can. We aren’t getting married just yet, but we are a family sweetie.” You gently ruffle his hair.

“Okay mom, but you didn’t answer my last question! Where do babies come from?”

Your heart soared at the name, but both you and Aaron choked at his question.

“Uh, we will talk about that when you’re a little older. Go get ready for bed.”

**26 weeks pregnant**

You were nearing week 26 of your pregnancy and you knew, beyond a doubt, that the entire team knew you were pregnant, you hadn’t really been hiding it other than some loose-fitting tops. None of them said anything, but they were all doing everything in their power to make sure you were comfortable, safe, and feeling well in the office and even more so in the field. 

On your last case, the whole team worked to keep you stuck in the local precinct as to avoid any potential harm. You knew they were just being protective, but your doctor said you were fine to continue field work for at least a few more weeks. You wanted to work while you still could, and you decided to talk to Aaron about finally coming clean to the team.

“Hey, can I talk to you really quick?” You asked, entering his office.

“Am I talking to you as your boss or as your significant other?” He questions.

“Both I guess? Aaron, I think we need to tell the team. They already know I’m pregnant, that I am sure of. But they are acting like I am made of glass, and I would really like to keep working while I still can.” You declared.

“Sweetheart I can’t say I am particularly upset about everyone being extra cautious for you. I want you safe, and they do too. But if you’re ready to tell them, then let’s tell them.” He admitted.

Aaron called the team to the round table so the two of you could come clean about everything. In the last 18 weeks, your lives had drastically changed for the better, and they’d only continue to do so, so it was only right that you have your BAU family involved and around for the joy to come.

“I called you all in here because we have some news we’d like to share with you all.” Aaron said, placing his hand on your shoulder.

You smiled up at him before continuing. “I am pregnant, as you all already seem to know…but that’s not all.” You and Aaron told the team about your relationship, the pregnancy and how it came to be, Aaron stepping in and being the father, the new house and how you moved in together, you told them everything.

The team met you with shocked expressions, before they bombarded you with congratulations, embraces, and some questions. They asked about Jack and his reaction, they asked about the baby’s biological father, and they asked if an engagement was coming soon.

You had explained that the adoption process had already begun for Aaron and the baby, that Jensen was more than willing to waive his parental rights. You’d also told them how Jack started calling you mom and you were planning to ask him if you could adopt him officially in a few weeks and Aaron said an engagement would occur soon enough as long as you’d have him.

To close out your family meeting, you’d politely asked everyone to remember that you were pregnant, not incompetent, and you would appreciate it if they would let you work like normal (mostly) for the last few weeks you’d be able to. They agreed with some apprehension as long as you’d be careful and let the others lead.

**33 weeks pregnant**

The team had travelled to Colorado for a case, you knew that this would be one of the last times you’d get to travel with the team, so you were going to give this case your all.

For the last month, Aaron had definitely broken his promise and was keeping you on a tight leash. You knew he was only protecting you, but you wanted to do your job. You were damn good at it, and you weren’t going to let anyone tell you otherwise.

“Alright, you are going to stay here and work on the geographical profile with Reid, and I am, going to the latest crime scene with Morgan.” Aaron stated.

“I’d like to go with Morgan actually. I think that my skills would be better suited that way.” You disputed, sending a glare Aaron’s way.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea…” Aaron started.

“Hotch. Let me do my job.”

“Okay go. Be careful, please.” Aaron pleaded.

Morgan drove you to the latest crime scene and you both looked around observing all of the evidence markers and trying to gather as much information as you could. The two of you were bouncing ideas off of one another when glass breaking sounded downstairs.

Morgan brought a finger to his lips signaling to be silent. You both raised your weapons and made your way to the landing. Morgan leaned around the corner to see if he could catch a glimpse of the intruder from the top of the stairs. When it came up empty, he motioned that he was going downstairs, silently telling you he’d let you know when it was safe to follow.

You didn’t move until Morgan signaled for you to do so. When he did, you carefully made your way downstairs. He went left and you went right, making your way through the first level of the home you noticed a broken lamp next to an open window in the living room.  Before you had a chance to react, a man grabbed you from behind, his arm wrapping around your throat and his gun pressed to your temple.

“Call out to your partner.” He hissed, pressing the gun further into your skin.

“Morgan, in the living room!” You called.

“Did you find someth-” Morgan trailed off, seeing the unsub holding you. “Woah, okay. We don’t want any trouble okay. You can let her go. We can get you whatever you want man.” Morgan offered.

“DON’T TRY TO PLAY GAMES WITH ME!” The unsub bellowed.

“We’re not – trying to play games with you. We just want everyone to leave here unharmed.” You tried to console the unsub.

“NO! LOOK AT HIM! HE’S GONNA TRY AND SHOOT ME THE SECOND I LET YOU GO! I’M NOT FUCKING STUPID!” The unsub cried.

You could tell he was devolving; he was young, intimidated and sick of being pushed around by men in positions of power. Most notably, his father.

“You’re right. He probably will try and shoot. He’s cocky like that. Always walking around like he’s a gift from God himself. Barking orders at his subordinates and making passes at any female employee. It makes me sick.” You played into his delusions.

“He treats you like that?” The unsub wavered.

“He does. And I can’t stand it! I am sick of being treated like I’m less than. Like I’m not good enough to be here! I deserve more, you deserve more. We are strong and capable, and we should be treated as such.” You continued to work this unsub while Morgan slowly moved into position.

“You’re right! If you can see that, why couldn’t he? Why couldn’t he see that I am enough!” The unsub sobbed, his hands dropping to his sides.

Morgan swooped in and handcuffed him after gently grabbing his gun from his hand. The unsub sobbed quietly, realizing the error of his ways. You moved to sit in a nearby chair and Morgan pulled out his phone to call for backup.

“Are you okay?” Aaron asked, rushing to your side. “This is exactly why I didn’t want you coming with Morgan.”

“Aaron, honey, I’m okay!” You reassured him.

“Hotch, your girl single handedly talked the guy off the ledge. She’s the reason we’re all safe.” Morgan explained.

Aaron looked at you once again. Taking in every part of your body to ensure you had no injuries. He gently takes your chin between his index finger and thumb to glance at your right temple, making a note of the slight bruise that’s developing there.

“I want you to get checked out before we go home.” Aaron informed.

“Okay.” You said, knowing arguing wouldn’t get you anywhere.

After spending far too long at the hospital, you were headed back to the hotel with a clean bill of health for both you and your baby girl. Aaron’s hands hadn’t left you since he’d rushed to your side at the crime scene. They were either holding your own, pressed to the small of your back, or resting on your leg. You knew he was just trying to ground himself in the fact that you were safe.

That night you and Aaron shared a conversation about you going on desk duty for the next few weeks, before your maternity leave started. He was a bit shocked that you didn’t fight him on it…not even a little bit.

**39 weeks pregnant**

You had been on maternity leave for all of five days and you were already out of your mind. The only thing you were grateful for was the fact that you got to spend so much time with Jack.

Your adoption of him had been finalized two weeks ago and everything was done regarding Aaron adopting the baby. Now, you were just awaiting the arrival of your daughter. You were more than ready for her to be here and out of your body, and while the pregnancy hadn’t been particularly difficult, you were exhausted and bloated and just ready to be done.

You were in the kitchen making lunch for Jack and you while he played in the living room. He’d requested a grilled cheese sandwich with some tomato soup. You had just flipped the sandwich when a contraction hit. The pain washed over you, radiating down your spine and through your pelvis. You took a deep breath and check the time, they were about fifteen minutes apart right now, the contractions kept you up all night and had been consistent all day.

“Okay bud, lunch is served!” You set his food down in front of him on the coffee table.

“Thanks mom!” He smiled, taking a big bite of grilled cheese.

“You’re welco-” a sharp hiss escaped your mouth.

Checking the clock again you realize it’s only been about five minutes since the last one. You take a few deep breaths and look around for your phone, it might be time to text Aaron.

“Mom, are you okay?” Jack asked.

“Yeah bub I’m okay. I think your sister is getting ready to come.” You explained.

“Really? I can’t wait to meet her!” Jack cheered, resting one of his hands on your swollen belly.

“I can’t wait either. Jack, could you uh – could you go grab my phone hon?” You requested.

“Okay!” He wandered over to the kitchen to grab your phone.

You felt another contraction coming on and realized that they were coming one after another in shorter bursts of times. You needed to get to the hospital.

Jack returned from the kitchen with your phone and handed it to you. You were quick to dial Aaron’s number.  It rang three times before he picked up.

“Hey sweetheart. Is everything okay?” He questioned.

“Yeah honey, it – it’s time. She’s coming.”

“Now? How far apart are your contractions? Did your water break? Are you in pain? Should I call an ambulance to come and take you to the hospital?” Aaron rattled off question after question.

“Aaron, baby, contractions are three minutes apart now, my water hasn’t broken, I’m not in too much pain, and please don’t call an ambulance. I will drive myself and Jack to the hospital. Meet us there.”

“I will sweetheart. The go bag is on the floor of the closet, on the right side. And the car seat has already been installed. I am leaving right now.” Aaron promised.

“Okay! See you soon.”

**36 weeks pregnant**

“Mrs. Hotchner, can we go swimming?” Henry asked.

“Of course, bud, you boys go get your swim trunks on and I will get Nora changed. Okay?” You looked at the three boys for confirmation.

After they all shouted okay, they ran to Jack’s room and the bathroom to change, you walked with Nora upstairs to help her change into her swimsuit.

“Alright bug, pink or green?” You asked her.

“No. Blue momma, blue!” Nora demanded.

“Okay bug, blue suit.” You agreed.

You got Nora changed and brought her into your room, before you changed into your own bathing suit in the on-suite bathroom. When you exited, you grabbed Nora and then made sure the boys were all ready and that they had put on sunscreen. The five of you made your way outside, the boys were quick to jump straight into the pool, and you made sure to put on Nora’s swimming vest.

Aaron stepped away from the grill and wrapped his arms around your waist. He placed a sweet kiss on your shoulder before leaning down and kissing Nora’s head. He went back to the grill and got it cleaned and ready for the burgers you were making tonight.

“JJ texted and said her and Will were on their way. She said to thank you again for picking the boys up from school.” Aaron let you know.

“She doesn’t need to thank me.” You scoffed. “The boys all go to the same school and with me on maternity leave, I have nothing better to do.” You laughed.

“I’m excited to see the team, it’s been so long since we’ve all been together.” Aaron sighed, slipping into the pool with you.

“I know honey. We’ve all just been so busy…that’s why it’s taken this long for us to do this reveal” You hugged him. “Do you regret taking the promotion?”

“Not for even a second. It has allowed me more time with you and the kids. I got to see almost all of Nora’s milestones, and I am so excited for this little one to join us here soon.” Aaron said caressing your belly once more.

“I can’t wait either.” You smiled.

One by one the team began filing in through the back gate. Derek and Savanah had come in with Hank. JJ and Will had come in and were quick to greet their sons. Emily, Spencer and Penelope arrived all at once saying their hellos and quickly getting into the pool. And Rossi arrived last, he set the cake and wine in the kitchen and made himself comfortable in the lounge chairs on the deck.

Time passed in slow motion, you made conversation with those around you and ate dinner (Aaron and Derek standing over the grill drinking beer…they were arguing over how long to cook the burgers). Everyone got out of the pool and as the adults sat on the lounge chairs, the kids ran around in the yard, playing soccer.

“Are you guys ready?” Dave asked

After you and Aaron nodded, Dave went to grab the cake. You called everyone over to the table and let them know that you chose to reveal the gender this way because you didn’t want some big flashy party, but rather to be surrounded by loved ones.

“So, there’s one other announcement I’d like to make before we do the gender reveal.” You began. “I will not be returning to the BAU after the birth.”

A chorus of “what do you mean” and “why” and “that’s not funny” rang out around you. This was something that you’d been at war with yourself over for the entirety of this pregnancy. Aaron taking the promotion to a director position, it had shockingly allowed him more time with your family, and it provided a safety that his previous position had hindered. It was a culmination of those facts that led you to your decision.

“What does this mean though? What are you going to do?” Spencer was the one to ask.

“I’m going to teach.” You smiled. “I was offered a position, within the FBI, to teach. You guys will still get to see me, and we will still host everyone, but the hours are better, and they’ll allow me more time at home.”

The team exchanged solemn expressions, but ultimately wished you well. They let you know that they’d miss you and the team wouldn’t be the same without you, but they understood.

“Okay! Sorry. Onto a much happier topic – the gender reveal of our baby!” You exclaimed.

Aaron and you each took a wine glass and held them upside down over opposite edges of the cake. The team counted down 3…2…1…and you and Aaron plunged the glasses into the cake. You each brought the glasses up and held them out in front of you, confusion etched on the faces of those standing before you.

“OH MY GOD! It’s twins! It’s twins isn’t it!” Penelope shouted with glee.

In front of you, enclosed in the wine glass were layers of chocolate cake intermixed with blue frosting. And in front of Aaron was a glass housing chocolate cake with pink frosting. The two of you shared a look, one that held nothing but love and adoration for one another and the beautiful life you’ve built with one another. You loved each other more than anything and your growing family was proof of that, Jack and Nora had been thrilled that they’d be getting both a little brother and sister, and in just a few short weeks, they’d make their debut.

[my-writings-and-musings]

Transformers ROTB

Mirage x Reader

(Hurt/Comfort)

It's a billion degrees here so thinking is hard and I've been imagining cold... This fic of Mirage keeper reader warm after a snowy rescue was born. As the last fic proves, I just love writing Mirage cuddles, and can you blame me?

Look at him. Absolute cuddlebug. Has to be.

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Everything was cold and aching when you came to, but considering you'd expected not to wake up at all, you could tentatively call that a win. Too exhausted and pained to shiver, you cracked your eyes open as sounds finally drifted into focus. A blue figure moved through the darkness with curses of frantic frustration, their inhumanly large frame bent over a pile of damp wood they were having no luck lighting. Recognizing their familiar shade of blue in the brief flashes of light from their attempted fire, you perked up despite your exhaustion.

"Mirage?"

The mech snapped his helm around, optics wider than you'd ever seen them as he looked at you in total disbelief.

"Hey, you're not dead!" he gushed as he crawled across the cave, looking so overjoyed he must not have believed you'd ever speak again. Too worn out and stiff to chuckle, you managed to crack a smile as the mech leaned over you, seemingly drinking in your presence as if he hadn't seen you in ages. Not having the slightest clue how you'd gotten here, you found your head free of worry despite your injuries, and you couldn't resist the urge to crack a joke.

"Should I be?"

"No, definitely not! Don't you go getting any ideas!" Mirage replied, his tone a solid mix of playful admonishment and serious warning. Adjusting a small emergency blanket that you'd been loosely swaddled in, he fretted long enough for you to pick up on his worry despite the continued jokes. "I've busted my aft keeping you alive this long, you don't get to put all my hard work to waste."

"What happened?" you asked as you tried to hug the blanket closer, numb fingers making it nearly impossible. Confused but able to recall a blurry series of events, the lack of other Autobots stuck out to you, especially when you remembered the whole group had been together in battle the last time you'd seen them. Not seeing a single other being in the cave activated your worry. "Where's-?"

"Shhh, questions take stamina you can't spare. I'll do the talking for both of us." Mirage interrupted gently, still teasing but sounding much softer as he encouraged you to lie back. The warmth of his servo and the comfort of his much larger frame beside yours allowed you to relax and listen, but as you did so It became apparent you were still quite exhausted, and you had to fight the urge to sleep. A fascinating narrative made consciousness stick around despite your heavy eyelids. "It took some expert tracking, but Bee was able to find two sets of tracks; a big ugly bot and the human he was tearing after. Unfortunately enough for him, we found him first."

Now you could remember how you'd gotten into this mess; running from a Decepticon and trying to lose them in the dense, frozen forest... The last thing you'd seen of Mirage had been the main battle, and you couldn't even begin to recall how long you'd been out in the cold, but it was good to know everything had more or less worked out. If only you weren't so terribly cold...

"I don't know how you outran him, but you were sorta... asleep and awake when we found you, so cold you weren't even shivering. We called Noah, and he's arranging to meet Optimus somewhere "clandestine" and escort a medic this way. They're gonna look you over and then pretend they didn't see us." Mirage continued. Nodding in incomplete understanding, you tried to keep your eyes open, and would have yawned if you'd had the strength. You knew what was being said meant a lot to you, and that a doctor was very much in order, but it all felt so far away. Aching body going increasingly numb, you barely found the strength to reply.

"Thank you..." you croaked, so terribly tired you couldn't convince yourself that staying awake was worth it. Mirage reacted swiftly, cupping his hand behind your head and looking into your eyes. The fear in his optics made you yearn for the energy to comfort him, but as it was you couldn't even understand why he was so upset.

"Don't thank me, just stay awake, yeah?" he encouraged, positive facade crumbling as he scooped you up in a panic. Feeling his chest, which radiated a reduced but still appreciable amount of warmth, you sighed and leaned into his embrace. The speedster held you tightly against him, digits patting your cheek as he tried to get you to focus on him. "Talk to me, Y/N, tell me what I can do."

"Cold..." was all you could say, exhaustion all but dragging you down into unconsciousness. Only your desire not to upset him kept you awake, but you knew there was precious little fight left in you. Mirage frantically reached back to the damp wood he'd been attempting to dry and ignite with his blaster.

"Okay, okay... I can... Scrap, I can't get this to light!" he cried in briefly hopeless frustration, his servo transforming back into a limb so he could hold you close to share what little warmth he had to spare. The pain in his expression compelled you to comfort him, but you didn't have the strength to do anything but lay your hand on the glowing center of his chest. You only wanted him to know it was alright, but the mech took much more from the gesture, his optics widening before his brows furrowed in determination. "Plan B then; come here."

Snapping open his chest panels and revealing the beautiful yet surprisingly soft glow of his spark, he pulled you close, allowing you to practically snuggle against the heat generating essence of his being.

"Sorry if this is weird... but it's warm, right?" he said quickly, aware of the awkward intimacy even if the situation was desperate. Being held so close allowed you to finally thaw after hours of exposure, and the feeling of life returning to your limbs was soothing enough to compel you to sigh. Cradling you tightly against his spark, Mirage sat back against the cave wall and relaxed at your increasingly less pallid complexion, returning to a more playful tone filled with affection. "My spark always runs hot, part of being an Outlier. I'll keep you close until the doc gets here. Least I can do for my little space heater."

Smiling back at the joke, you sighed once more and touched your hand to his spark, able to feel the soft hum soothing your aching body. As much as you still yearned for sleep, being so close gave you the strength to stay awake a little longer, the growing ease in his frame compelling you to keep going for both your sakes. A tender cupping of your face helped make you all the more certain that everything was going to be alright.

Mirage continued to encourage you, the devotion in his spark more than warm enough to keep the dark, frigid cold of the cave at bay. "You just keep getting nice and toasty. I've got you..."

[yurucamp]

How do you draw buildings so well?? Have you made any tutorials? And if not will you? :0 it’s really inspiring!

hi! thank you very much :-) i'm not sure if i can write a good tutorial because i don't have any tips to simplify or explain the process.

i will say, i started off really heavily referencing photos 1:1 and now that i've gotten a lot of practice doing that it's much easier for me to just draw the landscape that i see in my head, still referencing but pulling from a wide variety of references to create something unique rather than repeating a single reference. so i think that step (of essentially studying photos) is valuable!

i just use linear perspective, basically always two-point perspective. and i use the perspective ruler in procreate (clip studio paint has the same thing) to help me make straight lines

i just pulled some frames from the automatic procreate recording here, i think you can get an idea of how i went about drawing it? please let me know if i didn't understand your question!

thank you~

[housewifebuck]

hi everyone! I've gotten several requests to make a tutorial on how to make gifs for someone just starting out and I finally got around to slapping a tutorial together.

This tutorial will cover:

software recommendations

choosing what to gif

creating a gif step by step with probably a lot of unnecessary detail

some tips and tricks:)

(This particular tutorial will not cover how to find tv and movies to download and gif, or any specific instructions on coloring. only the basic gif making process.)

so for the purposes of this tutorial, we will be using Adobe Photoshop, which is the most common program for making gifs, and the one I recommend. the version you have doesn't make a major difference in terms of capabilities but the interface may be slightly different looking if you have an older version or a different type of device. you cannot make or edit gifs in any mobile version of the photoshop application. Optionally, we will also be using Adobe Premiere Rush/Pro or another video editing software of your choice. wherever you are downloading Photoshop, whether from Adobe or a third party, you should easily be able to acquire Premiere as well. I am aiming to be as detailed as possible in this tutorial, so it may sound more time consuming than it really is. once you get the hang of things, it goes fast. the most time consuming part by far is the editing and coloring. in my opinion, one thing that majorly saves time while giffing is knowing your keyboard shortcuts and using your mouse/trackpad as little as possible. I will be going over these in this tutorial as well.

before we begin, some general tips:

gifs of single shots that do not cut between angles or subjects generally will look the best, barring exceptions

for a single gif set, choosing scenes and shots with similar lighting will be easiest to get to look uniform when compiled together, since editing wildly different looking scenes to have similar coloring and lighting is hard and takes some practice!

avoid shots that will require you to majorly crop or zoom to properly frame the subject, as this will greatly diminish quality

speaking of quality, gifs will look best using 1080p video, but you can get away with 720p as well. I would not recommend giffing with anything lower resolution than that

Tumblr's upload capacity for image and gif files is 10mb. be sure when exporting your finished gif that it is under that size. if it is a bit over, you can try trimming a few frames off your gif in the video timeline.

if you get frustrated, don't give up! giffing is hard and complicated especially if you are new to photoshop. I tried to make this tutorial as detailed as possible so it's easy to understand (although im sure I still forgot some stuff)

ok onto the tutorial!!!

STEP ONE: choose what range of frames you want to gif, and how.

once you have decided what you want to gif, there are two main way to convert your episode into a range of frames to make into a gif. the first is by screencapping. this involves downloading a program like mplayer or vlc which can be used to convert video files into "stacks" of screencaps, which can then be separated into whatever range of frames you want and imported into photoshop. this is seemingly by far the most common method I have seen amongst gifmakers*, but personally I don't care for it and I think it's more confusing and time consuming overall, so I will be explaining the second method: importing video frames to layers.

now, normally what this would mean is opening the full episode in photoshop and using the pathetic little playheads on either end of the scrub bar to trim the file into a clip. this is where your video editing software comes into play.

open whatever episode or movie you want to gif in your program. if it is a large file like a long movie in 1080p, this may take a few seconds. like I said, I am using Premiere Rush. I will be using a random episode of 9-1-1 for my example gif.

in your media browser, hover over whichever episode you want (you can also just add the whole episode to your project and scrub through, but that can take longer unless you know what time stamp you're after). click the fullscreen button by the bottom righthand corner.

now you can scrub through and trim the episode before you even import it to premiere. this makes trimming your clip even easier.

use the trim bar (yellow outlines) to trim as close as you can around the scene you want to gif.

then click this plus, and then "add" below. this will add the clip to your project.

now, move the blue playhead up to the frame you want your gif to start on. then, use the scissors button off to the left to slice the clip. select the portion before the playhead, and delete it.

now move the playhead to where you want the gif to stop. a good length for most gifs is around 1.5-2 seconds in my opinion. some may be shorter depending on how long the shot is, or longer if you plan on making them smaller (remember, the uploading capacity on Tumblr is 10mb per file.) trim again, now delete the portion after the playhead. you can also use the left and right arrows beside the play button to move frame by frame, and you can adjust the side of the horizontal scroll bar below your clip to “zoom” in on it and make scrubbing easier.

once you have your clip, go up to where it says "share". your clip will be rendered, and then you can click export to save it.

repeat step one as many times as you want for each gif. I know this may sound complicated, but like I said above once you get in the rhythm this step takes only a few seconds.

STEP TWO: create your gif!

close premiere. open photoshop. head to the control bar at the top. select file > import > import video frames to layers.

navigate to whatever folder you exported your clip to. select it, and hit enter. a second popup will appear asking you to select your range of frames. since you have already trimmed your clip to your liking, simply hit enter a second time.

now your screen looks like this, and we are going to crop and resize our gif! (troubleshooting: if you do not see the timeline bar at the bottom, select window from the control bar, scroll down, and make sure timeline is selected as part of your workspace. Adjustments and layers should be there automatically but if not add them too).

Tumblr posts are 540px wide, so in order to make my gifs as small as possible while maintaining quality, I typically crop my gifs to be around 550-600px wide, with varying heights depending on what shape I want the gif to be. experiment with this a little and decide what works for you. just don't make the width lower than 540px. once you have the portion of the frame you want inside the cropping grid, hit enter again. sometimes you have to hit it twice.

here are the measurements I am using for this gif

now in your timeline, select frame 1. hold down the shift key and scroll to the end to select the very last frame, thereby highlighting them all. from here we will edit our frame delay rate. photoshop will automatically set it to .03s, which will make your finished gif awkwardly fast. I typically use .05s, or .06s if I want a gif to be subtly slower (this comes in handy if the shot you are trying to gif is very short). anything longer than .06s will look weird though. choose "other" from this menu and type in your delay rate. make sure not to miss the zero after the decimal.

once you've set your frame rate, go to the other end of your timeline and click here to convert your frames into a video timeline.

then press option + command + A (on Mac) or windows + alt + A (on PC) to select all layers. then right click (control + click with a trackpad) on any one of the highlighted layers in your layers tab off to the right. scroll down in the popup menu and select Convert to Smart Object.

THAT'S IT!! CONGRATULATIONS!!!!! WE HAVE GIF!!!

from here comes the fun part!! you will begin adding action filters like sharpening as well as adjustment layers to color and edit your gif. experiment with different adjustments and styles until you find something you like. too many adjustment layers will up the size of the finished gif though, so I tend to keep mine to 3-4 layers max unless its a really hard to color scene. if anyone is interested in a separate coloring tutorial, please let me know!

once you are finished editing your gif, click file > export > save for web (legacy) OR hit shift + option + command + S. play your gif in the export window to make sure it looks okay, and then hit save!

I hope you guys find this helpful and informative! please hit up my in box if you have any questions or if anything doesn't make sense. happy giffing!!!

*one reason people seem to prefer screencapping to this method, is saving all the individual clips as video files does take up a lot of space on your scratch drive, which in turn can cause your computer to work slowly or crash programs. this can be rectified by making sure to delete the clips from your computer once you are done making the gifs. another space hoarder to look out for is the proxy files of your episodes that will be automatically saved to your hard drive whenever you add an episode to your project in Premiere. Periodically, go through your storage and delete all the .proxy video files. this will not delete the original episode files, only the proxy files created by Premiere.

tagging some mutuals to sb hehe: @shitouttabuck @lover-of-mine @honestlydarkprincess @eddiediaaz @compactdiscmp3 @eddiebabygirldiaz @bigfootsmom @callaplums @athenagranted @firemedicdiaz @sibylsleaves @loserdiaz @buck2eddie @diazass @eddiediaztho @giddyupbuck @monsterrae1 @icecreampotluck @sunflowerdiaiz @swiftfootedachilles @singlethread @aziraaphales @911onabc

[mcchipisfried]

I'm watching Hannibal for the first time and I'm not gonna lie I had my doubts. (Currently on Seaon 2 Episode 11)

(ALSO SPOLIERS BELOW though I think I'm the last person on tumblr who HASN'T seen Hannibal)

My forefathers forgive me, I had doubts. So so many doubts. I wanted to go into this show decimating everyone's reasoning that Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham would work as a couple (romantic or otherwise). I wanted to be fed a story about murder, deception, manipulation, betrayal, and maybe even a little but of cannibalism. And don't get me wrong I have gotten this, but I've also been fed a romantic comedy.

I went into this show not wanting to find reasons to want these two together, I wanted to think "Oh the people of tumblr probably pieced a bunch of subtext together and I probably will as well but it'll hardly be anything that I could write about to my friends who haven't seen the show"

I was so fucking wrong.

Really it should have been the moment where Alana and Hannibal were having a ✨️moment✨️ while Will and Margot were also having a ✨️moment✨️ so the way the whole scene played was very. Well. Not what you would expect from a guy that should have every reason to shoot Hannibal on sight. The fucking framing and cinematography got me to send a 3 minute long vm at 2 am to my friend who really doesn't care about Hannibal.

Or maybe it should have been every single time tweddle dee and tweddle dum are even remotely alone together and decide to start eye fucking each other while also making death threats.

But no what got me was when Alana described what was done to Freddie Lounds' body the second time around as a demonstration of a courtship (best way I can phrase it without just explaining the plot that led us here)

Really, its such a small moment.

But the way the two idiots are standing there looking at each other and Alana shouldn't have been as funny as it was nor should it have instantly reminded me of an early 2000's movie where the couple is secretly dating because they just can't help it and some third party, maybe even one the main couples friends discovers them while trying to NOT make it a Big Deal™ because they are in public except y'know, this is happening over the body that Person A burned to a crisp and sent rolling in a wheelchair while Person B got said body after the funeral and made it into an effigy.

Anyways TLDR: I thought the Hannibal x Will stuff was all very insignificant subtext but actually it was just text and it was screaming. I would also like to thank my film, cinematography, scriptwriting, lighting, and storytelling college classes because as it turns out you did do something for me. You made me realize that whatever is happening between Hannibal and Will is not platonic and I will be consulting AO3 to further expand my understanding of these characters as soon as I finish watching the show.

Also yes I know at some point someone says Hannibal is in love with Will. But now I'm starting to believe that.

[super-hero-confessions]

"he's so fruity and subservient lol what a crybaby! look at his mommy issues how pathetic hahaha i hate men!"

wow.

of all the things i expect from homelander fan girls, deeply rooted sexism and homophobia wasn't part of it. i shouldn't be surprised because i've gotten used to all the other issues across the fandom but in truth i shouldn't have to get used to any of that and this is really gross.

this kind of stuff is exactly the reason men will refuse to be vulnerable. if every single time they show just a hint of it, they're made fun of, called "pathetic" and made to feel ashamed of their own vulnerabilities and humanity, they'll learn that the very same humanity and vulnerability is "undesirable" and not something they should show or ever share. it will hurt them and they in turn will hurt others.

this is the kind of stuff that kills off the empathy men could have and perpetuates toxic masculinity, and it hurts to see that in predominantly feminine spaces because y'all should know and understand exactly what it feels like to have your humanity or vulnerability belittled or questioned, but then you turn around and do that to others?

the masculine side of homelander fans have their own issues and i won't deny that, but i've never seen them blame homelander for getting groomed into severe "mommy issues" by madelyn stillwell or try to reverse the victim/abuser dynamic between them. i've never seen them belittle him for having a reason to cry or just doing anything that is genuinely human. i've never seen them dehumanize or objectify him in such a way that he is an infantilized caricature of stereotyped feminine ideals that just ooze toxic heteronormativity and secret self insert hiding in his skin.

i've never seen them laugh at him for the automatic trauma responses he has as a result of his upbringing, like how camera trained he is. that's fucked up that he has involuntary responses to cameras being present, and i saw some fans concerned and sharing their empathy for that. but i also saw some fans laughing at that and it wasn't the men.

i won't even deny that i'm sure there are masculine fans who do all of these things, but consider that it may be for all the wrong reasons. and those reasons may be the same regardless of where they are.

the internalized misogyny where femininity and victimhood is forcibly tied to submissiveness or bottomhood and how either are treated is nauseating. even if homelander were more effeminate or truly did enjoy feminization, why is this something this part of the fandom acts as though this is shameful or something to make fun of, or some way to "punish" him? this isn't championing progressiveness and free expression. when consistently attached and implicit as something "negative" in a man, framed in a way that's not unlike "bullying", it's ignoring complexities or trauma, misunderstanding them, disregarding humanity and free expression, and showing off homophobia and misogyny among other things.

if you can't make or don't like your "gay" ships, especially but not limited to, as anything besides a hypermasculine "straight" dominant top and a hyperfeminine "twink" submissive bottom and will look for any excuse under the sun to justify fitting the characters into these preordained molds, negating alternative possibilities such as two masculine gays or two feminine lesbians or vice versa and anything in-between? it may be time to reevaluate your own biases and prejudice as an "ally".

the above is what heteronormative fetishized "gayness" looks like, in which queer people are just caricatures for the enjoyment of straight people.

i don't mind people having fun, i want them to. but some critical thinking and self awareness would sure be nice.

let's be clear.

being a victim, showing vulnerability, humanity, having trauma responses. none of that is "pathetic" and the constant shaming of it is what destroys the humanity and empathy in people and normalizes the abuse.

what's "pathetic" is the ableism, victim blaming, victim shaming. what's pathetic is the abuse that even homelander dishes out, but people are still so trained to idealize and revere and respect abuse and abusers. in this case, there's an added edge of toxic masculinity, internalized misogyny, and homophobia, but it all leads back to the same place. deeply ingrained in our own culture, and especially white and religious culture, though certainly not limited to it.

i shouldn't be surprised because of the world we live in, but i would have liked to have a bit more hope for this fandom and media because of what it's trying to teach people. maybe i should know better by now but i won't stop hoping.

"humanity" is not "pathetic".

it's human.

[maramontwrites]

Dragon Slayer

The man standing before me seems to be a perfectly normal human being, but I know better than that. I've seen enough monsters in my live to recognize one when it’s right in front of me, even in disguise. They're actually pretty simple to spot, as long as you know what to look out for. A weird patch of hair might give away a werewolf, a greyish skin tone means a sea creature has gotten legs. Dragons are usually easy. Strange eyes, some scales that are still exposed, an unsteady tread, signaling that they’re not used to walking on two legs. I could pick a dragon out of a crowd from a mile away.

This man is different. I can't find a single flaw in his appearance. He must be used to living disguised as a human. Even so, I know for sure he is not human. I might not be able to see anything right now, but I can feel it. When you have been in this line of work as long as I have, spotting monsters becomes a second nature, an extra sense. And right now, that sense is telling me that this man is a dragon.

“Can I help you, young man?” he asks, when he spots me. He looks like a nice older man, with grey hair, lightly wrinkled skin and a gentle smile. Even his voice sounds normal, with no hint of that strange accent most dragons speak with.

My hand is resting on the hilt of my sword, ready to attack once he shows his true colors. “Do these people know?” I ask. My plan is to let him reveal his real form to me, so the villagers won't think I killed an innocent man. Besides, killing a full-sized dragon makes for a better story.

“I’m sorry, I don't understand your question. What should they know?” He's still smiling, unaware of the fate that's waiting for him.

“Do they know that a monster is walking among them, disguised as one of them?” I speak quietly, to not alert the nearby villagers. I don’t want them to start running around in a panic.

“Oh.” He looks surprised for a second, before going back to that smile. “They do, actually.”

Now it's my turn to be surprised. “They do?” I'm not sure how to respond. This is not how I expected this conversation to go.

“Yes, they do. Although, I don't think they'd describe me as a ‘monster’.”

“What would they describe you as?” I ask. They're the first words I can think of that make sense. All my other thoughts are just different variations of What is happening right now?!

“I'm not sure. Why don't you ask them?”

I look around and see some of the villagers walking past. They all happily smile at the man, some greeting him with a wave or a nod.

“I can see that you're confused, young adventurer. You can follow me, and I will explain. If you're willing to listen, of course.”

I just nod, not knowing what else to do. At least he hasn't tried to kill me yet. That's one bonus compared to other dragon encounters I've had. I follow the man into a large building that looks like a town hall, made entirely out of wood. As soon as we enter, we get greeted by a young woman sitting behind a reception desk.

“Hello, sir. Welcome back!” she says. Her eyes move over to me, her expression a mix of suspicion and curiosity. “And who's this stranger?"

“Just someone who wants to kill me”, he says. Before she can respond, he opens one of the doors behind him and motions me to come inside. I quickly follow before the woman can try to stop me.

He closes the door behind me. The room were in seems to be an office, with a large desk in the middle and bookcases covering the walls. Behind the desk, between two windows, is a large painting. It is a very accurate portrait of the man, almost looking exactly the same as he does now, even though the dust on the frame and the cracks in the paint indicate that the painting must be very old. I can actually see reptile-like traits in his eyes and traces of scales on his neck, some of the classic imperfections dragons have in their human form, in the portrait. It must've been made when he wasn't used to being human.

“That painting was made two hundred years ago”, he says, conforming my suspicions. Although I didn't expect it – or him – to be that old. “After seeing the destruction that others of my species had caused, I wanted to do something good for the humans. So, I gathered some of them and together we build this town. It's a safe space from all the ‘monsters’, as you call them.” He looks me straight in the eyes now, so intensely that it makes me want to look away. “As you can see, I have no ill intentions. I want nothing but good for these people.”

“This is not a trick?” I mumble. I've never met a dragon with good intentions. My intuition, trained on years of hunting others like him, won’t let me believe him. Despite all this evidence I'm presented with, I can't shake the feeling that something bad is about to happen.

“No, this is not a trick. If I wanted to hurt them, don’t you think I would have done so years ago?” His voice is calming and his reasoning convincing enough to make me to trust him.  

“Yes, you’re right. Sorry to have bothered you, then. I'll be leaving now”, I say, turning back to the door. I want to leave this situation as soon as possible. Talking to someone I was planning to kill just minutes ago is not my favorite thing to do.

“Wait.” I can feel his hand around my arm, pulling me back with force. His grip is a lot tighter than I expected from him. “You can't leave.” The calm in his voice is gone and I can hear hints of that old dragon accents coming through. Instinctively, I reach for my sword, but his grip on my arm is too strong for me to move.

“Why not?” I ask, trying to hide my fear. He was so reasonable just now. Part of me hopes that I can still talk myself out of this. Most of me knows that not going to happen.

He pulls me closer to him, forcing my face right in front of his. “I can't have you get out and tell others about me. People like you will come here. It will comprise the safety of our village.” He smiles.

It's the last thing I see before a claw rips open my chest.

[sonkitty]

The Pocket Chain Rainbow Connection - LINKS - Updates

I have finally gotten around to several updates on the Rainbow Connection. I had meant to focus on Part 4, but it made sense to update Parts 1-3 as well. Updating Part 4 took way more out of me than I thought it would so I didn't track my changes in the other parts well, sorry.

In Part 1, I mostly have some mild wording changes. The more I've played while working on the Crowley S2 Hair posts, the more sure I am that the Tied Hands untie and retie frequently, so I am more sure than ever that they retie during intermission with Nina.

In Part 2, I added more about the possible Black and White being used to trap the Green for later in Triple Part 2. I also added more details about how the switch from Blue to Purple does not happen in a specific cut because Crowley still needs to do more preparation for using two pockets in the Double.

In Part 3, I added some more info about the suspected Black and White trap because of a human wearing suspenders as a clue they work together to suspend something.

Okay, for Part 4, I updated A LOT. The big stuff is closer to the END.

-I added that I think Crowley's Pocket Frame for The Door Trick is Car Mirrors and that might be helping with how the mirror flips are managed.

-I added that I think the human with the skirt holding the orange bag could be the "FIsh" in Bullet Catch magic word references because the pattern on her skirt looks like scales. Other places I look, I can't find a strong enough visual clue for a fish. My instinct was to look at cars and a human on a scooter first, but the skirt still feels like the best option.

-I added info about the actual rainbow that exists and the potential over-the-rainbow touches allowing colors to switch as needed.

-I added more about the lacking Yellow on the red alert that is hopefully somehow still stalling the actual switch due to where certain colors and humans are.

-I added info about the human I most suspect is the "Gorilla" for the Bullet Catch reference and that I can't figure out if they contribute to this Rainbow Connection part. Also, I think every Bullet Catch magic word reference is supposed to be no later than the actual link from Crowley to Aziraphale with the Pocket Chain, intentionally ending at "dash of nutmeg". The other references are not in the exact order, but that one is last. With this particular update, I now have a guessed place for every magic word in "banana, fish, gorilla, shoelace with dash of nutmeg".

-I added that the tie strands are also shown to be still during The Door Trick, but each cut shows they moved a little off-camera.

-I added more details of my assessment on the Yellow when it is being connected to Aziraphale and the Metatron.

-I committed more to saying that Aziraphale and the Metatron are sharing the connection and hopefully more precise wording with things like "visually touching yellow behind them" instead of "touched by yellow".

-I added the following about reaching purple during The Door Catch:

In the previous iterations, there was a double purple in The Pocket Trick's Double and then a possible double red in The Pocket Trick's Single. Since a skip-to-purple and back already happened with The Door Trick, connected to The Door Catch, my guess then is that a double purple to start going back up is not required.

-I updated the wording in general to be less "we" and "us" in the wording though not completely. It's otherwise more third-person about the game or first-person with my own play.

-I updated more certainty about the two different Pocket Frames I believe are happening (Elevator Edges for Aziraphale and Doorknobs for the Metatron).

-I updated the wording about the window pane reflections. I state quite explicitly that I am lacking the words for what I sense to be a significant thing happening in that moment with the Metatron's reflection being caught where it is with Aziraphale by the end of the cut.

-The wording about the non-rainbow shades was actually decent enough to leave mostly as is, so then I mainly just added my far more detailed info below it.

That detailed info is significant enough that I will post it here too:

...

Well, it's been weeks and this bit is the best I've got, so here we go.

In the Heaven elevator with the Metatron, I do believe the following is supposed to apply:

Black blocks.

Brown borrows.

Gray shades.

White keeps.

I like "white keeps" in the rhythm better than "white holds," but that is the same general idea and why I've said I think Muriel's white helps hold things for assisting Crowley in other Threshold Tricks.

There are two huge problems I encounter with this idea, but I can't let it go. It still sticks with me.

The first one is that I can never, ever figure out what Black blocks outside the Heaven elevator. Inside the elevator, the Black is blocking out the elevator's Gray. I am as sure as I can be that's the intent.

The White is holding the Gold to keep it as Gold.

Together, that allows the Black and White to effectively trap the Gold, so that it cannot be switched to Yellow despite so much Gray outside the Black circle.

There actually is a little Gray in the White but it's not enough or inaccessible because the Metatron makes the mistake of using a zoomed touch and not showing either of the two types of thumb joints he has on the hand doing the touch. So, the dark Brown he wears can't use the Gray to qualify the Gold as Yellow.

However, if I go and look at The Pocket Trick for what Black might do, I can't figure out what it's blocking. In Triple Part 2, I think it's helping trap the Green for eventual use in The Door Trick. It's part of how I got the idea that Black and White together can act as a trap. What needs to be blocked to make the trap? If it's the switch to Blue until the Green is properly trapped, that's actually being accomplished by the timing and synchronization with the human puppet by making a pocket and stalling the switch with where that human's neck is. The Black is not blocking a color. It's not stalling. It's just there to trap the Green with the White through the method Crowley chooses.

Crowley and Aziraphale stall Blue switching to Purple for the Double, and the lighting is not setting Crowley's clothes to Black as obviously as it is in Triple Part 2. Maybe there is White helping that time but not Black.

The problems go on from there in similar ways. In Triple Part 3, that's where I got the idea because I was like "Okay, I guess the human wearing suspenders mean the Black and White suspend something". Well, they do in that part at least.

In The Door Trick, Crowley's illusionary touch is on a black bag between edges and it essentially acting as a cue for Aziraphale to Begin. So, then, it doesn't seem to actually block anything. There are three other words other words with "b" around though! Between. Bag. Begin.

So, the Black's meaning itself switches, depending on what one's imagination requires it to do or I'm just incapable of finding what is being blocked.

That imagination part is the second huge problem. So long as I can see pockets in the right places and a goal in mind for what Crowley might want to accomplish, it doesn't seem to really matter. I mean, it does because I'm supposed to find the logic. But in both Triple Part 1 and the Double, I can say that the color didn't switch until a given time because of how Crowley and whatever assistance he got managed the timing, framing, and pocketing. If non-rainbow shades happen to be there, that's fine. I still don't know what Black is blocking or White is holding a lot of the time, if anything. I don't really think Brown is necessary to borrow either. Is there someone on-screen using pockets while Crowley himself has something he wants from his play in the game? Then it's done!

So, this bit:

Black blocks.

Brown borrows.

Gray shades.

White keeps.

This bit is more like a default with a limited imagination or limited available pocket assistance.

It's not exactly that way though because Aziraphale gets someone with white and brown. What does that do? What does he need to borrow that needs a hold? The Green from the nearby humans in the preceding cut until the shadows on his coat can do the Trick?

I guess!

So, if my play improves, I'll update this part accordingly, but it just plain hasn't.

I do have guesses that the 1941 minisode actually gives clues on these shades as well.

For Black, the miracle blocker blocks the turnip from turning into an inkwell. Ink is black. Black blocks. In this case, black is blocked, but I still think that's the clue. There are other colors involved, including a white handkerchief, but, again, I still think that's the clue for the Black.

For Brown, the clue is gross—and I am not a fan of gross things, so you're really going to have to use your own imagination because I am not going to spell it out completely. The old man the zombies kill is singing about farting. They kill him and one of them ends up borrowing that guy's voice to sing some more. You figure it out from there. Okay, fine, I will give you one more hint: it is a crappy joke. Nonetheless, Brown borrows.

For Gray, the clue is much more pleasant and is found near the end of the minisode at a lovely candlelit table while Crowley and Aziraphale are drinking wine. The "shades of gray" are mentioned in conversation, including darker shades and lighter shades. Gray shades.

For White, Aziraphale waves a white handkerchief around with "prestidigitation" in his dialogue when offering to help Crowley to Mrs. H. before the trick is actually performed. With the miracles being blocked later in the minisode, the problem keeps happening while he uses the white handkerchief over the turnip. White keeps.

And that concludes this updated part about these shades.

...

Main link and all the part links can be found here:

The Pocket Chain Rainbow Connection (1, 2, 3, 4)

[coriolanussnowswife]

𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 | 𝐙𝐮𝐤𝐨 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸 ~ 𝚃𝚘𝚠𝚗

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚎

𝙰/𝙽: 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚙𝚊𝚍.

Word count: 1295

𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 | 𝙽𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛

Narrator's P.O.V:

The drive to town is peaceful, it always is. With the music playing on the radio and Aurora shutting up for once in her life it's basically heaven on earth.

But then you get into the town.

Don't get me wrong you love living so close to the capitol of the Fire Nation, the dense variety of people, the fresh food, the festivals, and just the culture in general, but it can get a bit chaotic at times. It's a very bustling place. People always seem to have somewhere they need to be immediately.

Today seems like a chiller day, the weather is perfect and people seem to be calmer than usual. There are only a couple of people that you can see from your line of vision, an older couple, a mom and two children, and an old man walking with a cane.

You park on the side of the street and pull your keys out of the car. You gather up all your stuff and place it in a tote bag you brought. You step out of the car and close the door behind you, walking over to Aurora.

"Where do you want to go first?" She asks while slinging a bag over her shoulder.

"We should go to the boutique," You respond. We can't exactly afford it but it's fun to see.

"Ok!" she responds eagerly and starts skipping towards the boutique, she's always loved the town and is practically begging you to take her every day, and we do end up going most days.

You pick up your pace to catch up to Aurora who is about a block ahead of you now and we come to a stop. You look up to see the familiar swoopy letters spelling out boutique in fancy cursive on the sign above the shop. Aurora walks into the shop and the bell dings above us as the door swings open. "Welcome in you two!" the shopkeeper says as Aurora briskly walks from dress to dress examining every single one with care, "Good morning Miriam," You wave at the older woman who runs the shop. She has gray thinning hair and a bony frame but somehow is still glowing in her old age.

"Any new shipments?" You ask while leaning against the front desk. Miriam has gotten used to our visits at this point and doesn't seem to mind when we don't buy anything.

"I got some new dresses for some of the girls to wear during the prince's choosing of his spouse." She shakes her head, "About half the girls in the city are going to be dressed up for him, the other half couldn't care less!" she lets out a small laugh at this. "I wouldn't either, I already told Aurora but being forced into a marriage isn't exactly as glamorous as the books make it out to be," You look back at Aurora who is now trying on different hats in the mirror. A smile spreads onto your face before you turn back to Miriam, "There's just so many factors that could go wrong. Not liking them, them being abusive, cheating. It's too much to even think about,"

"You're always looking on the darker side of things when it comes to a relationship Y/n, you're always such a bubbly person but when it comes to relationships you only think of the worst-case scenario, why?" She leans against the other side of the counter giving you a look that says even if you don't tell me I'm going to find out, she always does.

"Honestly I'm not completely sure, I've heard so many horror stories about guys who have done crazy things in relationships. One time a girl told me her ex snuck into her house and lived under her room in her basement for a whole month before they found him!" a hint of worry flashes across your face even thinking about that.

"You do know that those things don't happen as often as you think right? People tend to focus on the bad  things and lose the good along the way." She looks into your eyes before walking around the counter and placing her hands on your shoulders, "I'm sure that whoever you end up with will be great." She says with a reassuring look on her face.

You nod your head slightly and look up at her, "Thank you, Miriam." You say a small smile on your lips.

She lets go of your shoulders and turns to Aurora and walks over there to start talking to her. You tune out their conversation and go over to some of the dresses on the rack. You're flipping through them when a pearly white dress catches your eye. It's floor-length with bits of see-through fabric flowing down from the side and sleeves of the same material.

The dress:

(If you don't like it imagine something different.)

You pull the dress from the rack and walk over to the mirror holding it in front of your body. It is perfect, everything about it. It's the perfect length, color, fabric, everything. You do a spin still holding the dress to your body and the fabric flows like something from a storybook. You run your hands over the silky fabric before placing it back on the rack where you found it, sighing.

You turn away from the array of dresses and to Aurora and Miriam, Miriam holding a dark red dress in front of Aurora and looking deep in thought. A slight giggle comes out of your mouth at the scene when you see Aurora reaching for a completely different dress than is held in front of her. You make your way over to them and just stand to the side to watch the scene play out.

"No no no," Miriam scolds Aurora "this one will go better with your color palette." She knocks Aurora's arm back to her side but she raises it up again.

Aurora starts whining "But Miriammm, that one is prettier!" She points to a light blue dress and reaches out for it. "No, not for you." Miriam slaps her hand away again. You walk behind Aurora and put your hands on her shoulders, "She's right you know? That dress would look better on you." You peek out from behind her to look in the mirror. "Fine! Fine..." She mumbles begrudgingly.

After a couple more dresses are shoved in front of Aurora we tidy up the place and say our goodbye to Miriam, exiting the shop. You follow Aurora into an old antique store where we look around for a bit at different trinkets and other things. While we are in the shop you hear some girls talking about something that catches your attention.

"Who do you think the prince will choose to be his wife?" The girl on the left asks, she has long blonde hair and brown eyes and is wearing a gown.

Probably from Miriam's.

"Probably one of those stuck-up rich girls that go to school with us." The girl next to her says while rolling her eyes, they both look about 17. Too young to even get picked by Prince Zuko.

Before you can hear the rest of their conversation Aurora grabs you by the arm and drags you out of the store, mumbling something about the shop owner. You're not paying attention until she taps you on the shoulder aggressively obviously trying to get your attention.

"What?" You ask, whipping your head around to face her.

Oh god...

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𝙽𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜:

𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜:

[guardian-of-fandoms]

Kade leaned against the firehouse wall, his breath shallow.

Dani was conversing with their dad, the Bots were alternating between catching up Bumblebee and Optimus, god knew where Graham and Doc had gotten to.

Everything just seemed to pass him by.

A numb feeling settled in his gut, a dull roar in his ears.

It's all your fault.

Kade's breath hitched, and he blinked furiously at the burning in his eyes.

"Hey."

Kade looked up, just as Heatwave came beside him.

He looked.... Deflated, for a word. His tall frame almost seemed shorter than usual, hidden by his crooked posture. His optics were pained, the soft orange glow being a haze through the half-lidded expression.

"..... Hey."

Kade's eyes imedianty latched onto Heatwaves's hand. It was clenched into a tight fist, a tuft of fabric peeking out.

"Is... Is that..."

".... Yeah."

Heatwave held out his hand, his hand reluctantly unclenching to reveal Cody's jacket.

"I..... I just..."

Heatwave trailed off, and Kade sighed.

"No need to explain. I get it."

Kade slowly bent over, sliding down against the wall. He pulled his knees to his chest, and rubbed his eyes.

"..... I miss him too."

Heatwave looked down, then quietly joined Kade against the wall. Neither spoke for a moment, then Heatwave carefully broke the silence, raising up the jacket. He gently grasped it between two fingers, his voice hushed, but stern.

"We're getting him back. We won't fail him again."

Kade didn't answer, only pulling out his phone, and going through his album. Old pictures filled the screen. Selfies, him on a date with Hailey, and the occasional family photo. One in particular caught his attention, and he froze, then slowly extended the phone for Heatwave. Kade, Heatwave, and Cody were all in frame, making various goofy faces into the camera.

"We've come a long way, huh?"

"Heh, yeah."

They lapsed into silence again, and Kade sighed heavily, rubbing his head.

"... How are you so sure?"

Heatwave turned to him, his Optics wide.

".... What?"

The phone shook in Kade's grasp. "How can you be so sure that we'll get him back? How do you know?"

Heatwave looked at the jacket, and his expression hardened.

"I don't. But no matter what happened, Cody never lost hope. Affording him the same is the least that we can do."

"Well, it looks pretty hopeless to me."

The phone slipped from Kade's grasp, clattering on the floor.

"I just..... I'm not the positive one here. Never have been. That's.... That's always.... Been...."

Heatwave stared at him pointedly.

"Cody."

"Yeah...."

"And that's the whole point."

"Yeah, it is!!!"

Kade stood up, pacing around.

"For every major mission we've ever had, every single time things have seemed hopeless, every argument or fight, It was Cody who wrangled us all together. It was Cody who got us to look on the bright side, who made us think things could be better. But... Now he's gone. Right when we need him more than ever."

"AND THAT'S THE POINT!!"

Heatwave stood up, and before Kade could process, Heatwave grabbed him with one hand, marching over to the far wall.

"AAAAAAHHH! HEATWAVE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!"

Everyone looked over, stunned. Heatwave just silently matched over, and thrust Kade up into the air, holding him directly in front of the painted Autobot insignia.

"Look at it, Kade. look long and hard."

Kade sputtered, gasping out, "Wha- I've seen that a million times!!"

"Look. Closer. Look at what it stands for, Kade. We are Rescue Force Sigma 17. We came to this world as the last remaining Cybertronian Rescue Team in existence. We got assigned here, with something to learn, something to teach. And by a random stroke, be it destiny or coincidence, we met your family.

"I wanted NOTHING to do with humans. Nothing to do with earth. But... But Cody, your family, they got my priorities straight, and reminded me of my mission. Learn from the humans, serve and protect. And right now, Cody needs us to do one thing: Do for him what he's always done for EVERYONE else. That's my mission. And I never abandon a mission."

Kade stared deeply Into the insignia, then nodded.

"Okay."

Heatwave gently placed Kade back down, then raised up his other arm with a sigh. He gazed at the little jacket with a bitter fondness, then slowly took a sleeve in both hands, and tied it around his neck like a scarf.

"I'm not going to pretend I know what's coming. Like you said, I'm not one for optimism either. But it's what he would've done for us. He'd have never given up. So we'll never give either."

Kade was stunned, then took a deep, slow breath. He let the air expel from his lungs, then smirked.

"As if we'd ever give up on that little Squirt."

Heatwave smirked back, nodding in approval.

"See, that's more like it."

Kade walked back over to where he was originally, and picked up his phone. He gazed at the old photo, and his face steeled.

"Now, does anybody have anything?"

Almost on cue, the firehouse doors slammed open, and everyone turned to stare as in stormed Graham, Boulder, Professor Baranova, Frankie, and Doc Greene, and the latter shouted triumphantly, "WE HAVE SOMETHING!!!!!!"

Everyone huddled over, and Charlie's face grew serious.

"What is it? Did you find him?"

Graham held up a tablet, pulling up a camera log as Boulder started pulling a series of large cases out of his cab.

"... Kinda. Thanks to Optimus and Bumblebee's government contact, we were able to comb through hundreds of security logs from the past couple days. We found this log dating back to three days ago, just shy of a town close the border of New Hampshire."

He extended the tablet to the group, and played a surveillance camera log from what appeared to be a gas station. The timestamp was nearly 3:AM, showing a store that was basically deserted, save for two bored looking cashiers.

Suddenly, the door opened, and everyone watching gasped as Cody stepped into frame. He had on what looked like a black hoodie, but the hood was down, leaving his face completely exposed. He wordlessly grabbed a couple items off various racks, then walked over to the coffee, absently dispensing himself a cup. He gathered his goods, handed the disinterested cashier a wad of cash, then grabbed his receipt, heading for the doors.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks, slowly turning to stare directly into the cameras. The cashiers looked on in confusion, as Cody gave a slow, dark, menacing smile at the camera, then abruptly turned to leave, disappearing from view. The feed cut, and everyone started at Graham with bated breath.

Charlie took a Shakey breath, then looked him dead in the eyes.

"Anything else?"

"Yes. That's just the earliest recording."

Graham pulled back the tablet, and started rapidly pulling up a series of coordinates, as Baranova elaborated,

"Out of the footage we've seen, isolating Cody hasn't been easy. It doesn't appear that Cody's left the state of Maine, but confirmed sightings are tricky. We've had to run biometric scans on each suspect, which unfortunately thinned the herd by quite a bit. But, we do have many solid sightings."

Frankie nodded in agreement.

"The Moor-Bot's been VERY careful in making Cody hard to identify from a first glance. In fact, from that first video, and other easily visible sightings, it almost seems like.... Cody.... Wanted us to see him."

Graham finished with the map, and held out the tablet again, this time displaying a map of Maine.

"Obviously, what we have here is a map of the state. But, by entering the coordinates of each sighting...."

Graham tapped in a command, and suddenly the map changed. A long string of dots appeared, slowly snaking it's was through the state, as everyone gasped.

Kade stared in shock, his breath almost freezing as he stuttered out, "It's... It's a trail."

Graham nodded seriously. "Looks like it. For whatever reason, they wanted us to track them. And from mapping the coordinates, it looks like they're making their way right back to us."

Heatwaves's optics narrowed, and a hand absently went to his neck.

"The Moor-Bot doesn't make a move unless it's entirely calculated to the letter. If it's coming to us, and wants to make sure we know, then it's got something bad in store."

Dani nodded, a scowl forming.

"My guess, it wants to finish the job. The Virus wants to take us out, with it's new partner helping."

Charlie grabbed the tablet, looking at the dots.

"Any idea of when we could expect them?"

Baranova traded a look with Graham, and adjusted her glasses.

"Based on the pace of each sighting, not long. I can't say if they'll make their arrival covert, or come knocking on the front door. But either way, If our calculations are accurate, we don't have long."

A pained look took hold of Charlie's Expression. He clenched his eyes tightly, and a slow breath hissed out.

"... Then it looks like we'll need to gear up for a fight."

Doc met his gaze, and nodded. "That brings us to the second order of business, then. Boulder, if you don't mind?"

Boulder smiled, and started passing out the cases.

"We were discussing possible ways to have an advantage in the fight, and that's when Frankie had an idea."

He passed out a case to Charlie, Dani, and Kade, and Graham grabbed his own. The three shared a look of confusion, then Kade cracked open his case.

"... Woah."

Inside was an intricate set of armor. It had an identical red to Heatwaves's metal, and a similar astetic. He placed the case on the ground, then carefully pulled out a shoulder plate, brandishing the Rescue Bot Insignia.

Dani and Charlie had similar reactions, marveling in amazement. Dani's eyes lit up at the sight of a back piece with what looked like wings, and Charlie traced a hand over arm guards with shields.

"What is all this?"

Frankie proudly looked at the cases, happily elaborating, "An advantage. If we're going Into battle, then we need proper protection. Thanks to Boulder and Graham's feedback, we designed lightweight, flexible armor, that can take AND deal some SERIOUS damage. Not to mention sporting some.... Bonus features."

Dani smirked, looking pleased at the setup.

"Alright! Let's kick that tin can where it hurts!"

Blades mirrored her reaction, trying to look tough.

"Oh yeah! Nobody messes with our Cody and gets away with it!"

Everyone started bursting into conversation, and as Graham opened up his own case, Kade walked over to him, speaking in a low tone.

"Hey, Graham. Can.... Can I see that recording again?"

Graham set down his helmet and visor, looking surprised.

"Oh, sure. Why?"

He handed over the tablet, and Kade rewound the feed.

"I just.... There! Look!"

He pointed carefully at Cody's image, just before he disappeared from view.

"Look, right there. It almost looks like.... There's something on his neck?"

Graham's eyes widened, and he glanced around to check if anybody else had seen, before replying quietly.

"You're right...."

He zoomed in closely on Cody's neck. Sure enough, partially concealed by the hood, something metallic could be seen on the back of his neck, right at the base.

"Hmmm..... The footage is just too poor to make it out. I can't really tell what we're looking at. But good catch, that's definitely unusual."

Kade nodded, then glanced down at the tablet.

"Bro, do me a favor. Send me all the footage you have of Cody to look through. Something's not right here."

Graham nodded, then picked up the helmet again.

"Will do. I'll see if... whatever that is shows up on any of the other recorded data."

"Thank you."

"Of course."

Kade looked up, then slid the shoulder armor into place. He stared out at the others, marveling over the new armour, and beginning to talk battle strategy.

For most of the team, it would be the first true battle they'd ever seen.

Kade tightened the Strap on the shoulder piece, and his expression hardened.

"Let's get our boy back."

[pangtasias-atelier]

A corrin x Dwyer drabble where Dwyer is a dom to a bratty corrin sub where Dwyer makes Corrin beg for his food and general cuddling?

I don't think I've ever used Dwyer so had to look up supports ajbdbsnsj. Though I am always a whore for Corrin so this was fun and pretty easy to do! I hope you enjoy~

Warning: This is a fetish story!

Inside the finally rebuilt castle of New Valla is the finest architecture and material in the country. The massive building had been practically started over from the ground up with most of the area destroyed. But with an overly perfectionist butler to guide the reins of a tremendously enormous project, the construction had gone about as smoothly as it could go; only a few minimal issues occurred and those had all been from last minute interjections from Corrin. The castle designed with Dwyer’s input and instruction, his husband’s room had been given extra attention, not that anyone would ever argue or fault him for ensuring that New Valla’s king had a perfect room.

The room is absolutely massive. Each section of the room is nearly encumbered with trinkets and baubles, all having some sort of meaning to Corrin with each being from some gift or an item he liked. Every single item is dusted and also organized by location; all the adornments are shown off from the light that floods and illuminates the room. All the curtains fully drawn, the entirety of the immaculately spotless room is visible.

Especially the large lump of blankets that rest on the massive bed that is big enough to be twice as wide as a normal mattress. The thin clerestory window that is above the bed makes sure to allow plenty of light for its sleepy inhabitant, an idea proposed by Dwyer.

Corrin is still enjoying his time in the dream realm. The new king still snoozes off to his heart’s content. His entire body covered up by the bundle of thin blankets, the enormity of his girth is still quite apparent from just how much room he takes up. Corrin’s obese figure rests in the very center of the bed. His pile of lard for a stomach juts into the air; the blubbery stomach cascades in all directions, blanketing his own corpulence underneath all the blankets. The rest of his figure is a bit harder to make out. Corrin’s face the only part of his body exposed, his portly face has gained a new softness and roundness to them. His flabby, pinchable cheeks jiggle with each tremendous snore he takes. His hair is a bit longer than before, an extra few inches to the length; his bangs pool to the side of his face, his pointed draconic ears exposed. The back of his hair curls behind him, the soft locks of hair curved around and framing his neck, a neck that has a good extra girth to it from the extra blubber and neck rolls along with the extra chins that Corrin now sports.

Corrin still snoring away, he doesn’t budge a single inch even as the door to his room opens.

Dwyer is up and awake —already awake for several hours even— and he brings a cart with two trays of food with him. Not having gained a single ounce of flab on his figure, Dwyer still looks the same as ever. If anything, Dwyer has gotten stronger from caring for his husband, his figure not used to much when it came to anything past minimal physical labor. Though the change is only something Corrin offhandedly comments on; the difference is far from jaw dropping when it only means Dwyer’s torso and arms have the slightest bit of extra definition to them now. Even though he is the king consort of New Valla, Dwyer is still dressed in his pristine butler attire.

“Figures he’s still asleep,” Dwyer still has a smile despite the disappointment in his voice. He pushes the cart in front of him, not even looking in front of him with how he’s memorized the path to the bed. Instead, he keeps his eyes locked on Corrin, his smile widening as he stares at his husband. Well, the shape of husband, Dwyer unable to see much of anything besides the outline of Corrin’s gut and some of his thick legs. Dwyer does slam the door shut, however. Not with enough force to even risk damaging the finely crafted wood no, just enough to make some noise.

Which works perfectly. Corrin begins to stir underneath the sheets. Slowly. The bed makes zero protest from all of Corrin’s immensity. “Dwyer?” Corrin mumbles after shifting around a bit. Still in almost the exact same position laying on his back like a turtle, Corrin’s bleary eyes struggle to stay open with all the light hitting him in the face. The bit that he does see is the ceiling and his own enormity in the peripheral of his half opened eyes.

“Time to get up, piggy,” Dwyer brings the cart closer but still keeps a distance from Corrin. “Now,” He adds when he sees that Corrin hasn’t budged at all from his spot.

Corrin yawns. He stretches the best he can afterwards, extending his overly flab filled arms and ponderously wide thighs. Some of the upper blankets come off of him as he removes his arms from the warmth and safety of the material. The blankets pool down his body. Cascading down his breasts, the fabric doesn’t make it past the entirety of his mountain of a gut. Corrin’s breasts on display, the large chest wants to splay down the sides of his figure. But instead, they press down on his body. His chest is larger than his own head; each melon for a breast always eager for attention that Dwyer always gives. Corrin’s moobs are thankfully given a bit more shape to them from his bra. The bra chosen specifically by Dwyer, the band is the only thing that is even close to being properly sized. The pink silky fabric of the band is still tight on him, however; it digs into his back fat and the sides of it. Corrin’s plush flab practically covers the band, squished lard oozing over the thin fabric that sinks into hundreds of pounds of flab. The cups of the bra fare even worse. The two cups can barely even be called as such; the material offers the barest of support to Corrin’s moobs, the fabric not even covering the entirety of his nipples.

Smacking his lips together as he gives one final stretch, Corrin lets out a tired yet satisfied groan. But he doesn’t get up. “Just feed me. Please?” He slowly begins to take off the blankets. He has to reach over his gut with a flabby bicep to tug the fabric.

“And let you stay in bed?” Dwyers huffs, a smile gracing his lips as he sees Corrin sluggish struggle to take off the blanket. “You may be a whale, but that doesn’t mean you can escape getting up. Perhaps you’re embarrassed someone might say something if they see you? I’ll make sure no one says anything rude about my huge, fat pet,” Dwyer reaches over and with one swift tug, pulls off the blankets for Corrin.

Corrin’s gut responds to the freedom with a resounding gurgle, knowing that food time isn’t far off. He also smells the intoxicatingly sugary sweet, aromatic breakfast even while they’re covered up. His stomach is uncovered; much like his stomach, Corrin’s thighs are bare for all to see. The only clothes Corrin wears besides an immodestly worthless strip of fabric for a bra is a pink pair of lace tanga panties. The skimpy fabric leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination, all of New Valla’s fat ass of a lazy, greedy king visible for all to see just how Dwyer likes. His panties have even less than the bare minimum of fabric for someone as piggishly fat as Corrin. The fabric bunched up in the front, the width of it doesn’t even cover half of Corrin’s fat pad. His sensitive fat pad is pushed back from how much the fabric attempts to hold back the avalanche of lard. Corrin’s ass is even worse; the two jutting ass cheeks that are wider than Dwyer have even less fabric. And unlike the front which has his sagging gut to cover up, Corrin’s ass is fully showing. The back of his panties sink in between his large ass, each shapeless smackable ass cheek coming into contact with the cold air.

“I already did so much yesterday,” Corrin’s gut continues to churn; having not missed a single meal despite his packed schedule that only he can fulfill as king—Dwyer always ready with Corrin’s meals and extras— Corrin simply grows ravenous from knowing that food is close, so useless now with Dwyer pampering him and acclimating him to the slothful lifestyle that he deserves.

“Alright. And now what does my piggy say?”

“Feed me. I want food,” Corrin demands from his spot, adjusting himself the best he can with the least amount of movement.

Dwyer does as told. He balances both trays in his hand. Placing one down on the nightstand, he carries the other even as he gets into position to straddle Corrin’s lap. Which doesn’t work at all with how fat Corrin is, Dwyer instead sitting on and straddling Corrin’s massive gut. The spot does make for a comfortable chair despite how much he has to spread his thighs from the width of Corrin's stomach. He uncovers the first tray and reveals a panorama of cheesecakes, each and every single slice prepared by yours truly.

“Where would you be without such a dedicated servant? At the very least you have repaid me by being such a worthwhile piece of furniture,” Dwyer peers down at Corrin. He rests one hand on Corrin's belly and rubs it.

Corrin moans and sinks back into his bundle of pillows. Eyes closed, he waits for Dwyer to feed him. He opens them back up when nothing is shoved into his mouth. ‘What are you waiting for? I’m hungry, so feed me!” Corrin pouts at Dwyer who only smirks back at him.

“I only needed to hear you beg once more,” Dwyer presses his thighs against Corrin’s stomach as he leans forward. Each slice already cut into perfect little cubes, Dwyer slowly drops each piece into Corrin’s mouth with his fork.

“Faster,” Corrin demands, despite doing nothing himself.

Dwyer does so, he brings more slices to Corrin’s lips the instant Corrin finishes a slice. Afterwards, he picks up the pace even more, feeding Corrin more even while he’s still eating the last bit of the previous slice. Corrin eventually keeps his mouth closed, denying the food. At least until Dwyer leans even more forward so as to drape himself over Corrin’s stomach. Pinching Corrin’s nose, Dwyer blows him a kiss as Corrin looks at him. And by the time Corrin opens his mouth for a quick breath, Dwyer crams another slice into his mouth. And another. And another even while Corrin’s mouth is stuffed with food.

“Look how greedy and fat you are. You can’t even let yourself savor such talented baking. But, if you wanted to do nothing but eat, I’m glad you said so,” Dwyer keeps up his relentless pace. The instant he thinks Corrin even has a semblance of space in his mouth, he shoves another slice of cheesecake.

“Mphmm,” Corrin’s complaints come out muffled, the obese man unable to speak with every inch of his mouth full of cheesecake. His eyes are half lidded despite wishing to complain, obviously enjoying himself.

Dwyer reaches for the second tray as soon as he feeds corrin the last slice. Uncovering it, he reveals a pitcher. “In all of my wisdom, I figured you would require something to wash down such a delicious dessert for breakfast. So I brewed you a tea as equally magnificent. You can cheer your dedicated husband and servant now,”

“Fheyncsh” Corrin mutters with an only now half full mouth.

Dwyer reaches for the pitcher and the funnel beside it. “Unfortunately, this isn’t as warm as I would like it, but I can’t have my little pig, burning his tongue,” Slotting the funnel in Corrin’s mouth, Dwyer pours the beverage into Corrin’s mouth. He expertly manages the flow of the liquid, keeping the pace fast enough to where Corrin can barely keep up while not fast enough to spill the liquid. He chuckles as he sees Corrin struggle to chug it all down.

But Corrin manages to put it all away and lets out a resounding burp after Dwyer pulls the funnel out.

“What a slob. Good thing you’ll always have a dependable person such as myself,” Dwyer places everything back on the nightstand, still seated on Corrin’s gut. “Well, I know your fat ass can eat far more than that snack. Luckily I have-”

“I want a nap,” Corrin yawns. The massively obese dragon raises a massive arm as he stretches again. Corrin slowly wobbles around, trying to move himself even with Dwyer on top of him.

“If you think you- ah!” Dwyer squeaks as he feels himself suddenly thrown off the chair that is Corrin’s gut. His back hits the mattress. Before he can move, he feels Corrin’s pudgy fingers wrap around his wrist.

Corrin using his draconic strength, he easily overpowers Dwyer. He flips Dwyer over to face him. “I want cuddles,” Yawning once more, Corrin hugs Dwyer the best that he can. Corrin’s best involves Dwyer being buried underneath Corrin’s massive gut with Corrin lying on his side. Pulling Dwyer as close to him as possible, Dwyer gets a face-full of Corrin’s tits, practically forced to motorboat his husband’s breasts that are larger than his head.

Dwyer hears Corrin begin to snore once more before he can complain. Getting a face-full of his husband’s moobs, Dwyer feels Corrin more than he can see him. His husband’s lard is as warm as always and he can’t help but let out a yawn himself. Unable to budge, Dwyer quickly feels himself drifting off to sleep, thinking about how much nicer this would feel if Corrin were even heavier —a future he can easily create.

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Chainsaw Man Chapter 150 "Early" Analysis

Hoo boy what a chapter how are we all doing cause Fujimoto came out fucking swinging this chapter. Before that I should give some context as to my day caused I went to bed at like 4am then woke up at 8:30am didn't go back to sleep because I had classes so I read this entire chapter in kind of a haze. So all the Tricks Fujimoto was playing were catching me. Like I was reading and I see that woman in the left and I have to do a double take "what the fuck is asa doing there- oh thats not asa" THEN IN THE NEXT PANEL I DIDN'T EVEN CATCH THIS UNTIL LATER DENJI IS DOING THE EXACT SAME FUCKING DOUBLE TAKE

I originally clocked this scene as being about Denji being upset about everything still being normal despite the circumstances but I don't think thats it anymore. He looks genuinely shaken and Im sure most of that is being worried about the apartment and the pets but then seeing someone who looks so much like Asa has probably genuinely rattled him more.

And this fucking page was vile Fujimoto how dare you. I thought for a moment in my sleep delusion that everything was okay and they'd gotten home and just continued to live their life despite all the shit going on because that seemed to be what was being set up with Nayuta's "They're still going about their lives despite whats going on" line.

This whole panel is very intentional and its kind of weird and still kinda sickens me a bit because its so fucking ARGH. We've known Denji isn't really happy and he hasn't been for a long time he's just been going through the motions. Being Chainsaw Man was the one thing that he still had that could bring him happiness. I know this is going to sound like an awful thing to say but the way everything has been framed upto this point especially with Nayuta on his back kind of frames her like a burden to Denji. I know its a terrible thing to say I know he loves her and cares about her and I don't know if he's even on the same wavelength but his complacency and loss of his core happiness has been due to Makima and indirectly Nayuta. I doubt Denji blames Nayuta for any of it because it isn't her fault that she's being used as a hostage. It feels like Barem has infected my fucking thought stream.

This marks Pochita's first in manga appearance in like the entirety of part 2. This whole sequence seems to be mirroring Denji and Asa since Asa/Yoru has the recurring nightmare about the dead birds and then tripping up at the most important moments.

I wasn't even really sure if this scene was real at first like if this was really their house on fire. I didn't even really register what this all meant until Barem started talking about it.

Stop lying we know its because you're afraid Asa would kick your ass.

Barem's transformation trigger being a molar is still weird. I've been trying to figure out why its a molar because hybrids usually have triggers relating to the weapon they embody. Denji pulls a chainsaw ripcord, Reze pulls the pin on a grenade, Katana Man unsheathes his sword, Ect. So the possible explanations for Barem me and my friends came up with; 1. It's wordplay a molar is a unit of measurement (a mole) which refers to the amounts of a single substance within a solution. So it could be like flamethrower fluid? 2. It's a lighter switch like that bit at the top of a lighter that makes the spark. This one is more likely and could potentially mean Barem can transform/regen without using his hands which would make him VERY dangerous. Now to the most insane part of the chapter

THIS FUCKING WOMAN NO THIS FUCKING THING THIS CREATURE KNOWN AS FUMIKO HER PLOT ARMOR IS FUCKING UNPIERCABLE. How does he escape the whip hybrid point blank when the other members all got hit and are very clearly damaged by it? Only two possible explanations which are both sickening, Fujimoto has something planned for her (Hopefully her DEATH). Worse off, She's going to survive part 2. ALSO Now unrelated to Fumiko, I guess The fucking public safety hunters are absolute dogshit are you kidding me dude?? Lets recap all these events that have taken place within at maximum a single hour (probably less than 30 minutes). 1. Denji and Nayuta go to the park 2. Hybrids attack, Quanxi dismisses them all and they're assumably put into custody 3. Fire contracts activate and Barem escapes custody 4. Yoru fights Yoshida, Yoshida flees 5. Barem runs straight to Denji's house and burns it to the ground 6. Sometime between 3 and 5 the Hybrids ESCAPE custody and make it to Denji's house in order to aid Barem. I'm choosing to blame this all on Fumiko cause she was supposed to be DOING SHIT and yet all she does is run away and do fucking nothing ever this is atrocious this woman has to go. Heres my fucking theory I established on my Death Devil post (The Yoshida Joke one) that the Horsemen on earth are all fiends of some sort, But their power likely doesn't diminish as much as normal fiends. Fumiko's purpose will be as the corpse the death devil inhabits thats why shes been given such a focus and thats why she has this fucking giorno giovanna tier plot armor ALSO IS BAREM'S FULL FUCKING NAME REALLY "Barem Bridge" IS THAT FUCKING REAL IS THIS NAME REALLY JUST FUCKING FUCKING "Burn Them Bridge" WHEN YOU SAY IT OUTLOUD IS THAT REAL?

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here im once again but this time really late jsdfjksdkjfsdjkf, thoughts on whats going on?

This answer is late too, ssoorrrryy

I have created the tag! Here’s the tag for all my reactions and analysis to this webtoon.

Official English translation (the free chapters anyway) here

It seems I have skipped a week so this would be for both Chapter 10 and 11.

Edward’s eyes glow blue this time around even though they glowed red/orange when he used Eagle Vision in a previous chapter. I’m gonna go on a limb and say ‘artistic freedom’ or something. I’m still going for the ‘Eagle Vision makes eyes glow gold’ because it’s me.

The infiltration mission was okay. The coin distraction though…

……………

Coin throws in AC has always been more on the side of “free money!” and used to get civilians to turn into human obstacles for guards.

Coin distraction is more of this dude’s thing:

And…

I don’t understand why they went for that route? Edward has sleeping darts. And, yeah, okay, maybe he doesn’t have it with him but that only makes me go “Why not?”. Edward had always struck me as the type to use whatever is at hand so deliberately leaving his darts and his rope dart? It feels like… it’s a character development that makes him feel dumber than he was before. Assassins used whatever tools are available in their arsenal so, not using or forgetting their tools? Looks bad on Edward’s part.

By the way, Black Flag had whistle so Edward could have whistled instead. Would it have gotten the other guards’ attention? Absolutely. But it would have been more in line with what we know of Edward’s skill sets.

(Does that mean Edward couldn’t have done the coin thing? No. He totally could. It’s just… a rock distraction would be better in my eyes because coin throwing distraction skill is such a known game mechanic of Hitman that it's pretty much a core of the games' identity by now. Maybe this was meant to be a reference to Hitman or something, but I kinda wonder if the authors forgot that coin throwing distraction is not an Assassin’s Creed thing?)

By the way, this isn’t surprising that it’s a full blast musket fire but the safer setup is to have two or three ‘groups’.

The idea is: one group fires then the other group fires while the first group fires. That way, there’s a shorter gap between firing. (This is officially called Volley Fire and it’s quite common)

Just to be clear that I’m not criticizing the authors’ decision to not use volley fire. AC games usually only have one line of musket fire too (ex: AC3) so that might have been a reference to that. Or this was created to show that the shinobis are a real danger that don’t even flinch in the line of fire.

… Or… Oda Nobunaga used volley fire so the Shimazu clan would have an idea that the moment the musket fires and they survive, they win.

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Okay, let’s talk about Edward using a katana.

Siiggghhh, I didn’t know I was going to talk about this but here we are.

The action is pretty good.

The choice to give Edward a katana makes me go “why???”

And then there’s Edward’s actual stance when using a katana.

He uses it quite well.

But he uses it like he knows how to use a katana in general which feels weird?

Could he have learned it when he was a pirate? Sure but we never got any indication of that.

Also, his use of the katana is too different from how he uses a single sword in Black Flag. His 'idle' stances themselves are not good for katanas and you would think that Edward would use the katana like his usual sword-stance for single sword but no. He uses it like he knows how to use a katana from the very beginning.

I just… I don’t understand why he has to have a katana for this chapter…

Dude, his usual sword is right there.

I'll believe it more if he had been trying to dual-wield his usual sword and the katana.

Although, I've seen some frames where the sword disappeared like these two...

But seriously, why make Edward use a katana when there's no prior knowledge that he knows how to use the katana?

Rule of cool?

Reeeaaalllyyy???

Putting that aside…

Shimazu Saito isn’t in the Shimazu Clan wiki so he’s most probably created specifically for this one. I do wonder what the kanjis of his name is because if his ‘Sai’ is 西, that could also be read as ‘Sei’ which might add some kind of connection to ‘Shimazu’ Sei.

Also…

This might be a POE, probably a Sword of Eden, unless that shonen-manga aura thing is some kind of artist interpretation to show how deadly he is. It looks like an odachi to me and my first idea might be the odachi that would later be known as Haja-no-Ontachi.

This would mean that the Shimazu Clan has a Sword of Eden and I feel like the Templars wouldn't use this willy-nilly so this makes me lean further to the whole 'these Shimazu enemies are rogue 'Templars' that have left the Order and the Shimazu clan for some reason'

Sidebar: I still think this could be a stealth promotion for AC Red but there's also the possibility that this was created to drum up some interest to play/replay Black Flag especially with the rumors of a Black Flag remake in the works and the rumors that they would be headed by Ubisoft Singapore that was developing Skull and Bones. If it did... this might end with Noa Kim being saved by the Assassins who tell him to relive Edward Kenway's older memories because there's 'something' hidden there and the remake will change the modern day setting to Noa Kim instead of Black Flag's Noob.

Which... I don't really support? Because (1) AC1 deserves a remake more (although I am worried that Ubisoft will fuck that up) as Black Flag still holds up well and is more accessible than AC1 and (2) Noob's modern day setting in Abstergo Entertainment was pretty fun imho and it would be funny if the remake's Abstergo Entertainment looks a lot like Ubisoft Quebec's offices.

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Thoughts on 1x12-1x22! Tbh I'm happy to be done with S1 while I liked the nostalgia, I have some gripes with this season and IMO it's really not one my favorites in the overall series (I know that's controversial). The mythology was great and I loved the magical macguffins but it's just so dramatic all the time I felt. My memory of this season is terrible and I had forgotten a lot of movement in the plot so sometimes I felt like I was watching something new. S2 will probably be easier for me to get through. More under the cut and remember these are all my opinion and I am not here to argue about them :)

Yeah I completely forgot it was Anna who turned Logan and her dumb henchmen. Will miss her, she knew how to use minions to not get her hands dirty.

I really felt bad for Jeremy. His relationship with Anna was cute but tragic and then he has to deal with his sister lying to him all the time. Then giving him sad eyes to please forgive her she was just protecting him *rolls eyes* he should have gotten the chance to kill Damon at least once.

I love how uneasy Uncle John makes Damon. He's the only one who is unmoved by his attempts at charm and you can see how much it annoys Damon that he knows EVERYTHING. I also appreciate that John doesn't care that everyone hates him. Just a man on a mission.

It was jarring how long Bonnie was gone but could not help but clap at how she was like 'fuck y'all' when she returned after what happened to Grams. I did not remember this and was very pleased with the development! I also forgot the awful wig they gave her when she returned (thankfully it looked much better in the finale) Kat should have sued.

I swear there was a founding-family-mystic-falls-event every single episode in the second half of the season and that plot device has really started to run it's course for me. Unfortunately I've got at least two more seasons of it I think *deep sigh*

My god do I hate Matt and Caroline, I hate the way they frame EVERYTHING with Caroline having to be ‘notElena’ with him. I especially got annoyed in 1x14 when she had to keep giving him “speeches” to apologize for BEING HERSELF. Especially apologizing for the hand holding like Matt doesn’t constantly make her feel inadequate next to Elena. Matt telling Caroline he just needed to be alone after they found Vicki's body and then when he sees Elena he hugs her is just cruel.

The overall treatment of Caroline this season was honestly the worst part for me. The fact that they have her say "I'm a terrible awful person but I'm working on it" ?? In what context is Caroline an awful person especially on a show where characters are literal serial killers. This is exactly where the "Caroline was annoying in S1 but got better" nonsense comes from. When really she was just a 17 year old girl with a type A personality. This is probably the biggest reason I struggled watching this season. It just all felt very deliberate in the way it was written, to make the viewer think Caroline is annoying.

Stefan was better in the second half of the season but it was so LOL that the moment he started being a little fun Elena was like "what's wrong with you" HA! Of course something was wrong and kudos to Paul because the Stefan-blood-addiction storyline was really well done . I always liked how it was played as an addiction (and even better in S6 when they confirm it was a genetic thing with Lily as addiction is usually genetic). I have seen most of those scenes tons of times but watching them in succession again made me appreciate it again.

I truly don't like Damon :-/ his only purpose for me currently is he makes me laugh. I can't stand how he acts like he knows everything and is orchestrating everything when really he's kind of a moron and extremely impulsive. Genuinely what was his plan killing John and throwing him off the roof at the 8th straight founding family function? I wish Bonnie had kept her energy from 1x22 and killed him.

This is probably just bias and age but I don't care about the triangle at all. It's just kinda there doesn't move me. Stefan and Elena are very serious all the time (there is so much hugging). Then there's Damon and Elena who just eye-thing each other in every scene they share. Though I will say her wishy-washiness made it easier to believe she actually kissed Damon.

Katherine's reveal is still one of the best moments of the series (best part of season by far!) It was so funny watching the scene too knowing it's Katherine and how she just looked all moody as Damon gives her all the details she needs with zero strain on her part. Then when she says to Aunt Jenna "I don't want to talk about it" like a moody teenager LMFAO. I love her.

Lines that made me laugh:

Damon: Let's not kill anyone tonight. Your words. Just pointing that out. (ah the good ol' days when I enjoyed the Damon/Alaric friendship)

Stefan: You mean we did all that dancing for nothing (I know I keep saying he’s too serious but he is funny in a self-deprecating way)