#its 4am now wow

[messymoonmad]

can you please draw Ares? please please

i love your Poseidon

Idk how to explain it but I want ares to be black and blonde

[erinravenseeker]

Just had a middle-of-the-night “ohhhh” moment as I just figured out that Kim Dokja needs the Fourth Wall not because of the scenarios but because it was essentially his survival mechanism for life.

Now I have only read the novel once so I could totally be forgetting stuff & way off-base but this is what I remember. Inane rambling under the cut, major spoilers included.

We know he’s generally antisocial, placing himself outside of society like a reader, and he internally smoothed over Sangah’s rough points even before the scenarios, making her into a ‘character’ (a caricature of herself) that fit into an archetype.

Dissociating from reality & viewing himself as a reader is his coping mechanism & “WoS coming to life” provides a convenient excuse to keep ignoring that fact.

This kind of ties in with an idea I’ve been forming about the Fourth Wall, which is that KDJ is fundamentally incapable of believing that “The Characters” (read: everyone) can experience growth as a result of his actions. He exists outside of the story, he is in the audience beyond the fourth wall, so he cannot affect the characters.

Hence the paradoxical nature of the Fourth Wall. For as long as he is a Reader, the Fourth Wall is maintained. And as long as the Fourth Wall is maintained, he will continue to be a Reader.

(Warning this is where it gets incoherent and messy.)

Kim Dokja fundamentally NEEDS the Fourth Wall to be maintained. Not just because of the OD stuff, but because it’s the way he’s learnt to cope with existing. It’s also why dying is so easy for him—we know he cannot deal with the guilt of making people he cares about suffer, but if he’s just a Reader, that means he can’t really have any meaningful impact on their lives, so it’s fine for him to just… disappear.

Kim Dokja is not actively suicidal, he’s just invested himself so far into the worldview of himself being a Reader that to him, his temporary deaths no longer register as dying. More like… stepping out of the theatre for a bit.

It gets complicated when we hit OD. Because then we realise the KDJ we’ve been accompanying is essentially a self-insert OC. So we can ascribe the way he thinks to OD, including all the coping mechanisms and self-distancing. But where OD manages to escape the narrative along with SP, at the same time the KimCom Crew escape the narrative, KDJ actually kind of… doubles down?

Like, OD does what any Reader does and learns from the book. When KDJ says “I, someone of no redeeming quality, could be loved by the others.” It’s not just him learning this lesson. It’s actually kind of the opposite. OD is Reading this lesson so he learns that he’s allowed to accept the mercy of SP & the 999 crew. So they escape the narrative.

KimCom also manages to escape the narrative but KDJ… can’t. He comes to the conclusion that he was actually backstage all along. But that means he’s still not ON stage. A Character can’t feel for the Script Writer or Director or Stage Manager. So he doubles down on his separation from them, stepping into that role. And then then KimCom comes banging on his door backstage because they’re not just characters, they’re the Actors now, and KDJ disappears because he can’t deal with that, because he fundamentally cannot exist on the same plane as them.

I think that’s why I’m hopeful at a post-epilogue ending. KDJ The Reader exists at essentially a higher tier than the people around him, and so he believes he cannot be loved in a way that has a lasting impact on them. But he DID spend years being affected by WoS, by Yoo Joonghyuk. If he becomes the Character, and them the Readers… maybe, just maybe, he can actually accept that love.

[formulaes5]

fall from the stars (get in my car)

Mark watched in a combination of amazement and long suffering acceptance as Seb whipped a travel sachet of lube from his pocket like the world's lamest, horniest magician. Of course Seb would think to bring lube to a formal gala. He didn't even think he was surprised anymore. Nothing is sexier than good driving and Mark Webber's stupid, handsome face. Sebastian makes his opinions on the matter known.

☆ 3.8k, E, ao3 ☆

They left the event separately, one after the other. Mark taking the initiative to head out first after Jenson somehow managed to stand up from the table without falling over, swaying on his feet as he announced that he was excusing himself to the bathroom, “Definitely not to throw up, thank you very much”. Somehow, Mark doubted the truthfulness of that statement.

“Well mate,” he said as he stood, “you have fun with that, I’ll see you later then?”

Jenson replied with what may or may not have been an affirmative groan, clearly not quite with it as he stumbled off in the general direction of the bathrooms. Hopefully he would get there in time, or some put upon member of staff would be forced to deal with it, Mark thought with a grimace.

Seb vaguely followed the interaction from the next table over, before watching Mark’s long legs appreciatively as he strode towards the exit, occasionally stopping to shake hands with people and say his goodbyes. Sebastian followed at around the twenty minute mark, somehow managing to extract himself from a conversation with Christian about new car regulations and his holiday plans in the Maldives with Ginger Spice, of all people. How Christian managed that was still something of a conundrum to the team, with the vast majority of them agreeing that she was so out of his league that he may as well be playing a different sport altogether. Mysteries would never cease.

They had organised their rendezvous in the car park out the front of the building. Seb stood out the front for a minute, scanning the sea of expensive sports cars in a veritable rainbow of colours; red Ferrari’s, blue Aston Martin’s, a pink Lamborghini – and one yellow Suzuki Swift, looking very out of place – before he spotted Mark, leaning up against a sleek white Porsche. The subtle but classy coupe didn’t exactly stand out between every other expensive sports car, but it was still beautiful in it’s own regard, especially with Mark leaning up against it, looking – in Sebastian’s humble opinion – just about good enough to eat, the ends of his undone bow tie hanging loose around his neck, lightly buffeted by the evening breeze giving him a distinctly James Bondesque look.

Mark looked up as he approached, pocketing his phone and pushing away from the car to greet him, “Hey handsome, you come here often?” he joked, raking his eyes down the length of Sebastian’s suit clad body with obvious interest.

“Yeah, yeah,” Seb laughed, “shut up and get in the car, time to go home.”

Mark acquiesced with a chuckle, moving from the side of the car before stopping to watch as Seb shrugged out of his suit jacket, popping the top few buttons of his shirt with one hand and opening the car door to throw the jacket behind the seats with the other. He paid special attention to the view as Seb bent over to put his jacket in the car, grinning as he moved around the car to the driver’s side and laying a slap on the curve of Seb’s ass where he was bent over arranging his jacket as he passed him. Mark laughed at the way Seb startled, only feeling slightly bad about it when he jumped and hit his head on the roof of the car.

“Hey!” Seb protested, blushing fiercely and rubbing the back of his head, “that’s harassment, surely!” he complained.

He threw a mock offended look at Mark over the top of the car, who saw straight through the protest without problem. Seb always liked it when Mark blurred the line between what was and wasn’t technically appropriate in public, and a deserted parking lot was as good a place as any for it.

“I’ll show you harassment sweetheart,” Mark joked, leering over the car at the skin of Seb's throat now on display, “now, what was it you said? That’s right… Shut up and get in the damn car.”

Seb laughed. He got in the damn car.

Buckling their seat belts before pulling out from the parking lot, they navigated the winding city streets until they made their way out onto the relatively empty highway, passing very few cars at this time of night; just them and a few other highway drivers, passing like ships in the night.

Seb watched intently from the passenger seat, eyes locked onto Mark’s strong profile. He had always been handsome, and Seb had always been attracted to him – albeit grudgingly at times – but there was just something so damn edible about the way he looked in formal wear, and watching Mark all night long had been a challenge in self control, to say the least. He traced the line of Mark’s jaw with hungry eyes, taking in the few days of stubble that he knew from experience felt perfect against his skin. Diverting his attention from Mark’s face, he trailed his eyes across the length of the arm he was using to steer, practically drooling at the way Mark’s black shirt was rolled up to show off the muscles of forearms.

As lovely as those forearms were, Seb forced himself to move his eyes onward, to the main prize. Mark’s hands were large, certainly a lot larger than his own, which turned Seb on like nothing else, if he was being honest. He had one hand on the wheel, and the other on the gear shift, but both of them were indecent in Seb’s opinion; large and veiny and a perfect fit resting lightly at the column of his throat or wrapped around his cock. He adjusted himself in his seat, feeling distinctly hot around the collar at the thought of Mark’s hands on him, tight holding his wrists or gentle holding onto his waist. Stroking a thumb through the hair on the back of his hand as they held hands in the back of a taxi in some anonymous part of whatever country they were racing in, or linking their pinky fingers together under the table at a briefing. Seb wanted those hands on him tonight, preferably sooner rather than later.

As if things weren’t already bad enough for Sebastian, Mark had apparently decided that this was a perfect opportunity to move one of those large hands from where he had it resting on the gear shift to sit comfortably high up on Seb’s thigh. A dark pink blush spread across his face as Mark looked over at him with a grin, stroking his thumb back and forth. Even after all this time Mark still had the capacity to make Seb go redder than a Ferrari; the smug bastard. Seb couldn’t decide if he loved it or hated it more.

“Hey,” Seb laughed, “watch the road, not me.”

“But you’re so much more interesting to look at.”

“Mark!” Seb protested half heartedly.

“Oh but Sebi, the road doesn’t blush so pretty for me now does it?”

Seb went even redder in response to that particular compliment, glad that Mark had returned his focus to the road, if only because it meant that he didn't have Mark’s eyes boring into him anymore.

He still had Mark’s hand to contend with, stroking his thigh through his dress pants, slowly inching inwards. “Sebi… Naughty,” Mark teased as he moved his hand lightly over his crotch, feeling the hardness through his trousers,“What’s got you all worked up there mate?” he asked, not even looking over at him, his eyes focussed on the road.

“Mark,” Seb whined, bucking up into Mark’s hand, desperately trying to increase the friction in his trousers. Mark pressed his hand further down into Seb’s crotch, palming at his rapidly hardening length, but still focussing on the road, albeit with a large grin on his face. Even though Mark was doing exactly what Sebastian had instructed him to do – keeping his eyes forward and watching the road as he drove – a small, impractical part of Seb was bursting with anger at being so blatantly ignored, even when for all intents and purpose, his needs were still being tended to. He needed Mark’s full attention on him, he’d been craving it all night, really, and this still wasn’t good enough for him. He had standards, damn it.

“Mark, stop the fucking car.” ordered Seb, trying to project as much confidence into his tone as possible, significantly impacted by the way Mark had just pulled down his fly, teeth biting lightly into his bottom lip in concentration.

“We’re nearly home though,” Mark countered, now going as far as reaching his hand into Seb’s pants and slipping underneath the fabric of his boxers. Seb groaned as Mark wrapped his hand around him, stroking up and down his length, all the while grinning like a madman, “don’t you want to wait 'til we get home though?”

“I want you to pull over at the next rest stop,” Seb gritted out, “and fuck me right here in the damn car.”

Mark’s hand stilled immediately before retracting, still sticky with precome. He wiped his hand on his trousers and pulled the car into gear, speeding up towards their interim destination.

By the time they pulled into the rest stop Sebastian was a restless, wriggling ball of energy, desperate to get Mark’s hands back on him again. As soon as the handbrake cranked into place, Seb was undoing his seatbelt and reaching across to grab Mark by the collar, scrunching the shirt in his fists. He slammed their lips together messily, drawing Mark into a sloppy meeting of lips, noses knocking together and hands fisted in the expensive material of Mark’s crisp black shirt as he kissed him hard and heavy, pouring all the heady want that had been building up over the course of the drive into the kiss.

Mark tangled his hand into Sebastian’s curls, tugging with the perfect amount of pressure to draw a whine from him that Seb would probably be embarrassed about if he had the awareness to know that he was making it.

“Fuck,” Mark gasped, grabbing at his waist, “c’mon baby, get over here.”

Seb giggled as he clambered over the centre console, and deposited himself awkwardly into Mark’s lap, feeling grateful that Mark’s legs were long enough to necessitate that the driver's seat be set back far enough that he wouldn’t bump into the wheel and set off the horn. Seb looked down at Mark, feeling only slightly self conscious of the way that Mark was staring up at him, hands resting suggestively on his waist.

The tinted windows of the Porsche provided a modicum of privacy, but even then it wasn’t exactly what one would call private, but as Seb dove back into the kiss, rocking his hips down into Mark and slamming their mouths back together, he really didn’t give a damn. All he cared about was getting his hands on Mark and Mark’s hands on him and keeping it that way for as long as physically possible.

“Seb,” Mark panted between kisses, “wait a sec,” Seb kissed him again, whining and leaning further forward, desperately chasing the kiss as Mark pulled away, “I’d love to, but I don't exactly keep lube in the car.” Mark said apologetically, stroking his hands down Seb’s back soothingly.

Seb laughed, wriggling a bit in Mark’s lap as he reach into his pocket, which probably wasn’t doing great things for Mark’s self control, Seb thought idly, then wriggled some more just for good measure, making sure to put a fair bit more pressure down into Mark’s crotch than was really necessary or kind, drawing a soft groan from his throat and an unconscious jerk of his hips as Seb moved around in his lap enticingly. Seb had been waiting for this moment all night. He was ready.

Mark, on the other hand, had no fucking clue what Seb had in store for him.

Mark watched in a combination of amazement and long suffering acceptance as Seb whipped a travel sachet of lube from his pocket like the world's lamest, horniest magician. Of course Seb would think to bring lube to a formal gala. He didn’t even think he was surprised anymore.

“I… What the fuck, Seb?”

Seb just grinned down at him, shaking the sachet back and forth.

“Were you planning a quickie in the bathroom?” he asked incredulously, “not that I'm complaining,” he added hastily, just in case Seb decided to take his confusion as disinterest.

“Oh, so you don't want to fuck me?” Seb asked teasingly, leering down at him, “That’s what I'm hearing?”

“Nonono,” Mark protested, grabbing him by the waist and pulling him back down into his crotch to prove to Seb exactly how much he wanted him. He was hard just from the way Seb had been rubbing against him, which he was sure he had been doing on purpose – despite the supposedly innocent look in his eyes – and he was well on the way to aching at the idea of fucking him right where he sat in the Porsche, which they had somehow never done before, not even in Seb’s matching black version. They should definitely remedy that right now, Mark thought determinedly as he snatched the sachet from Seb's hands.

“Pants off,” Mark said authoritatively, already undoing the buttons on Seb’s shirt to get at his bare skin. Seb laughed, fumbling to unbuckle his belt and tug at his trousers, trying to work out how exactly he was meant to get them off from where he was sitting in Mark’s lap.

They managed it somehow, leaving Seb sat in Mark’s lap in just an unbuttoned shirt, having discarded his embarrassingly damp boxers with his trousers, and leaving his cock hard and aching and sandwiched deliciously between their bodies. Mark wrapped his hand back around his hard length, swiping his thumb over the head of Seb’s cock, slick with precome as he stroked him up and down a few times, before reaching back to prod gently at his hole, drawing a hum of pleasure from Seb as he felt the press of a large finger at his entrance.

Mark pulled his hand away just as quickly as it had arrived, somehow managing not to make a mess as he tore open the sachet of lube with his teeth, coating his fingers in the slick substance and moving back to the task at hand. The angle wasn’t great for his wrist as he eased a finger slowly up into Seb, who gasped at the sudden intrusion, moving in and out of his heat, but the noises that Seb was making more than made up for the inevitable ache he would have in his wrist the next day.

Seb canted his hips down onto his finger, clenching down in a wordless demand for more, which Mark was more than happy to give him, slipping a second finger in with the first as he pumped slowly into him, scissoring his fingers apart and stretching Seb’s hole, eliciting a drawn out moan as he moved in and out.

“More,” Seb moaned, “I want more… Mark, please.”

Who was Mark to deny him? He added a third finger, to Sebastian’s delight, crooking his fingers and searching for that sweet spot inside him.

“I’ve got you sweetheart,” Mark whispered, “gonna make you feel so good, you love that, don’t you, hm?”

Seb didn’t reply, just gasped as Mark found his target, his eyes snapping open as he moaned his appreciation.

“Good?” Mark checked distractedly, gazing up at the way Seb had thrown his head back in pleasure and feeling a smug satisfaction course through him to know that he was the cause of that dazed expression. He looked perfect, beautiful. He told him so, grinning at the way Seb shivered at the praise.

“Want you now,” he said, rocking his hips down faster onto Mark’s fingers, which were scissoring him apart in a perfect stretch, searching again and pressing up against his prostate “Mark,” he whined, “Mark, now.”

“Yep, one second,” Mark pulled his fingers from Sebastian’s hole, who gasped at the feeling of sudden emptiness, “it’s alright Sebi, just a second,” reassured Mark as he gently encouraged him to lift up, finally allowing him to push his own trousers down and off, tangling around his feet as he kicked them off with prejudice.

He reached for the little sachet of lube, which had been abandoned on the passenger seat – thankfully leather, and easy to clean – he squeezed the lube into his palm, coating it over his length with a groan, before spreading the remainder over Seb’s entrance, and the remainder of that onto his shirt thoughtlessly. He could buy a new shirt, hell, he could buy a hundred new shirts; right now he just needed to be inside Seb as soon as possible.

“C’mon baby, lift up for me,” he encouraged, taking his slicked up cock by the base and positioning it at Seb’s entrance, “there we go Sebi, there we go.” he murmured softly as Seb began to sit back down.

Seb slapped his hand against the window, clutching at Mark’s shoulder with the other, sparks shooting up his back as he sank down tantalisingly slow onto Mark’s length with a high moan.

“Ohmygod… Mark,” he gasped. The stretch was wonderful, bordering almost on painful, but a good kind of pain. The kind of pain that promised to turn into the most delicious, perfect pleasure.

Mark held on tightly to Sebastian’s waist – no doubt hard enough that Seb would be finding finger sized bruises the next morning for him to kiss better – groaning as Seb sat further down onto his cock, fighting the urge to buck his hips up into the perfect tightness of Seb’s hole as he did.

Seb bottomed out with a moan, bringing his ass flush with Mark’s hips and rocking gently against him as he took a moment, accustomising himself to the welcome intrusion. He wrapped both his arms around Mark’s neck and bumped his head forward into Mark’s, before carefully moving himself up and dropping back down into Mark’s lap with a squeak. He grabbed at Mark’s face with the intention of resuming their earlier kiss, but really only succeeded in smacking their teeth together until Mark cupped his cheek in return, gently angling his head and kissing him softly as Seb moved back and forth on Mark’s cock.

Seb leaned his body into the kiss, picking up the pace of his movement with the help of Mark, hands now back gripping his waist firmly as he helped him to move up and down on his cock. They were both moaning now, Mark meeting Seb in the middle as he thrust up into the silky hotness of his hole.

“Fuck, Sebi,” Mark groaned, his hands tight on Seb’s waist as he bounced in his lap, the slapping sounds of skin on skin filling the silence of the night.

A burn was rapidly beginning to make itself known in the muscles of Seb’s thighs as he bounced himself up and down on Mark’s cock. He pushed it to the back of his mind, chasing the high, loving the way Mark was slamming so perfectly into his prostate with each thrust now, sending sparks of pleasure shooting though his body as he let out a desperate little whine, needing more.

Seb moved to wrap a hand around his neglected cock, desperate to relieve the pressure as he dropped down and Mark hammered up into that sweet spot with a brutal efficiency that he thought might have just made him see stars. Mark batted Seb’s reaching hand away from his cock, startling a yelp out of him in the process. Pushing Seb’s hand out of the way, Mark replaced it with his own large hand, starting just under the leaking tip of Sebastian’s cock and pumping it with that same efficiency he was using to thrust perfectly inside of him.

He stroked Seb’s cock with what could only be described as passion, twisting his wrist on the way up and swiping his thumb over the tip, still thrusting up to meet Seb on his way down, pulling punched out little gasps and high moans from his beautiful mouth as he worked with a single minded focus to get him off.

“Don’t stop,” Seb gasped, bucking up into Marks hand and back down onto his cock, buried inside of him, “Don’t fucking stop.” He’s not sure which sensation is the one that does it, but all of a sudden he’s hurtling over the line, crying out and coming hard into Mark’s hand, onto his shirt and across his chest in spurts.

Mark barely lasts another five seconds, pulling Seb’s mouth to his own in a sloppy kiss, fucking Sebastian through his orgasm as he chases his own. He bucked frantically up into him, moaning as Seb clenched hard around him, getting lost in the feel of Seb’s body around him. Mark abandoned the rhythm they had set, fucking into him desperately before the drag and the heat of Seb’s perfect body became too much for him to handle. He came with a low groan, pressing himself as deep as he could into Sebastian as he filled him, sweat plastering their skin together as they panted into each other’s mouths.

They stay connected for a few minutes, Seb feeling floaty and sated and pleasantly full of Mark as he rested in his lap, kissing him softly, but unfortunately aware of the fact that he couldn’t stay there indefinitely. He pulled up and off of Mark’s cock with a groan, dropping himself back down into his lap, laying his head onto Mark’s shoulder and pressing his chest into Mark’s. They sat there for a while, holding on to each other as their chests heaved, Seb’s arms around Mark’s neck and Mark’s around Seb’s waist, pulling him in and holding him close.

He looked up at Mark before leaning in and connecting their mouths together, trading soft closed mouth kisses that devolved into deeper, sloppier, tongue filled messes.

“Fuck…” Mark breathed out, gazing at Sebastian, slumped loose limbed and gorgeous in his lap, “you’re so perfect like this sweetheart, so perfect.”

Seb doesn’t know what to say, still high on the rush, so he kisses him again, slow and sweet and sensual, a hand rubbing up against that lovely stubble. Mark sighs happily, kissing him back just the same, a hand pressing into the small of his back as he holds Seb in his lap; gently, possessively, lovingly.

“Can we…” Seb begins haltingly, “Can we just stay here, just for a moment? Just hold me like this for a moment.”

Mark pressed a kiss into his hair, followed by several more, stroking his hands gently over Seb’s back, “Sure sweetheart,” he says, “sure we can.”

[scionshtola]

my cats contribution to the editing process. i think i should hear her out

[allylikethecat]

I did it!! I finished the next chapter of You Know Where the City Is! I'm going to do another read through and post it tomorrow 🥰 Thank you so much for everyones patience!

[mysticmoosenger]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝕗****𝕕 𝕦𝕡 ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭…

synopsis: deciding to ask choso to switch roles!

themes: sub!choso, dom!reader, orgasm denial, edging, nicknames, begging, reader is evil, choso is just a little guy

characters: choso <3 love my boy and hate gege

a/n: hi very happy to be back, excited to write more. everything i’ve written previously is deleted from my page bc i want to start fresh haha. college is destroying my hopes and dreams rn. also, i didnt proofread this like at all and its 4am, so just like, ignore my fuck ups please ily

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choso! ur a super freak!

He wont show it, but he is already cumming at the thought of it. He is 110% a switch, but has been taking the dominant role since you seemed so sweet and eager to let him use you to do whatever he pleased.

“baby, I dont know how you feel about it and maybe it’s weird for me to say but… do you mind if I take the lead a little?”

That caught him off guard. Like totally off guard. As he was taking off your shirt his hands froze and his assault on your neck paused, He blinked a few times and asked to make sure thats really what he heard, “…you mean like, you want to be dominant?”

You shyly nod and continue to run your hands through the hair at the nape of his neck, his signature buns starting to unravel, somehow making him even hotter. God, you wanted to eat him alive.

After a few more seconds of processing, he quietly responds, “…yes love”

You feel him slowly kiss the marks he left you on your collarbone, his hands now gently reaching to remove your shirt. As he goes to lift it over your head, he moves back to allow you some space to wriggle the tight material past your shoulders. You catch a glimpse of his face right as he backs up, his face a bright red and his eyes looking glossy, he looks perfectly pitiful. Wow… you never realized how badly you have wanted to do this.

You manage to free yourself from your constricting top, taking off your bra as well. Choso watches you, his eyes following your every move, scanning your body. It’s obvious how down bad this poor boy is for you. You had never expected him to be this eager about switching roles.

The upper half of your clothing now gone, the red LED lights around the border of Choso’s room making your skin look flawless and irresistible. You swear you can see the poor boy drooling over you, waiting for you to order him around, use him, and make him a sobbing mess. He’s sitting in front of you on the bed, his hands tentatively resting on your thighs, staring at you with those sleepy dark eyes. He still had a bit of eyeliner on from earlier in the day, now starting to smudge and give him adorable tear stains. “okay cho… please strip for me baby”, you coo, wanting to mark up that broad muscular chest of his.

He slips his black compression tee over his head in one fluid motion, exposing his perfect abs and those sexy tattoos trailing down them leading to his hips. He stops and begins to run his hands from your waist to your tits, awaiting more instruction, already beet red and breathing fast. His heart is beating so fast that it starts to make him dizzy with lust. “I said strip cho. everything. be a good boy for me okay?”

You have never seen your man this worked up in the entirety of your relationship before. He moves at what seems like lightening speed, tearing off his pants, looking at you for approval as you nod for him to take off his boxers too. His dick springs out with possibly the hardest and angriest boner you’ve ever seen. You motion with your head for him to lay down, crawling on top of him and hovering your clothed pussy over his dripping dick. His eyes begging you to fuck him, he begins to snake his hands around your hips, trying to get you to at least touch him. “no cho, hands up by the headboard.” you say, pulling his wrists together and pinning them above his head. “if you move them I’m not letting you cum today.”

Choso nods immediately, knowing that he’d rather die than not be allowed to finish tonight. You make eye contact and slowly dip down to meet his lips with yours, your hand sliding down his arm from his wrists, gently caressing his muscular tattooed biceps. “you belong to me, got it cho?” you purr against his lips. He lets out an erotic whimper in response, which honestly takes both of you by surprise. You pause and let it replay in your head a few times before saying, “I’m totally breaking you tonight. how did I never know you had such a cute little submissive side?”

You move your hand to gently squeeze his throat and rejoin his lips, tongue grazing gently along his lips, his occasionally meeting yours. And while Choso has a submissive side, he’s still freaky. As you move to pull away, he nips at your bottom lip, making you moan in response, “god I love you.”

You begin to move down his body, leaving little nips and kisses on the way to his beautiful abs. You glance up at his flustered face as you start to fill the gaps between his tattoos with little hickies to mark your territory. “no one else is allowed to see you like this, alright cho? mmmm fuck, no one..” you moan against his skin. You love the idea of your love bites being shown off in his weekly gym pictures.

Choso is squirming, overwhelmed at the sensation of you kissing by his v-line. “..mmm pl-please y/n… ohmygo-d yes pleaseee…” he rambles, his eyes squeezing shut and his eyeliner now officially all over his cheeks, complimenting the long tattoo over the center of his nose. His hair has almost completely fallen out of his buns, now tangled and fanned out around his face. He really does look angelic. And pitiful. You just want to ruin him.

“please what baby? please stop? its too much and i should stop?” you tease as you reduce your love bites to feathered kisses, barely touching his skin. “n-nooo please no i w-want mmore~ please baby y/n p-pleas- oh my go- god fuck!” he begs, his mouth agape and his hips writhing to try to get any pressure remotely to his dick.

You decide that since he has been so good (and you just want to make him a whimpering mess) he deserves a little treat. Your lips ghost down his thigh and to his balls, placing a gentle kiss to them. You quickly suck on your fingers to give them some lube while making sure Choso has a good view, and begin to stroke his shaft. With the way Choso is moaning, you speed up your movements, twirling your fingers over his angry, dripping tip and the end of every motion. Your other arm wraps around one of his thighs, doing your best to pin him in place. His hand slid down sneakily to rest atop your head, lacing his fingers through your hair. Your tongue found a sweet spot towards the base of his balls, eliciting a loud “FUCK oh my- fuck y-yes y/n there!” You continue stroking him and swirling your tongue against his sensitive spots until he is shaking, his hips desperately attempting to buck upwards. Right as he is about to finish, you remove your hands and sit back, away from his cock.

You smile, taking in the gorgeous sight before you. Choso is breathing in loud pants, whimpering and shaking from the abrupt stop of the stimulation. His eyes are teary, his makeup smeared, and his lips are glossy from your kisses. Trailing down, there is a line of love bites leading to his tattoos. His lower abdomen is drenched in slick precum. “baby please p-please keep going~” he begs in between pants.

You giggle slightly sadistically and gently run your fingertips around his v-line and base of his dick. Moving your head up, you give him a sloppy kiss, again inciting cute whimpers from his throat. “cho love, you remember what I said earlier about your hands? Dont think I didnt notice baby…”

Choso lets out a loud moan in protest, begging you for a second chance.

Luckily for him…. the clock just hit midnight.

ending a/n: thank u for reading!! please send in requests my asks are open! or just talk to me!! love u guys and im so excited to be back! :)

[thatdeadaquarius]

it's almost 4am i can't get this out of my head holy shit.

reader whose original body is a literal eldritch forest deity and speaks in hymns (bonus points: after we isekai into said og body, we mix slang into it).

the acolytes have to break their fucking necks just to talk to you eye-to-eye, and the only thing they can make out of what you say is something equal to tablets bajillion years old already.

or that reader is constantly cussing and the acolytes just nod along not understanding whatever this 15ft tall eldritch horror is saying.

-🫀

ELDRITCH HORROR READER. I LIVEEE, NONE OF U UNDERSTAND, THIS IS SO DEEPLY AHHHHHH

I LITERALLY JUST SHIMMY STIM IN MY SEAT WHEN I THINK ABT THIS TOO LONG LMAO

i LIVE AND BREATHE for when we look like eldritch horrors but are just people lmao

IF I HAVEN’T RUN U OFF, 🫀 MY HEART, MI CORAZON <3

U HAVE A BEAUTIFUL MIND DESPITE BEING A BLOODY HEART

☆

Sun: Gender Neutral Reader (they/them only), Eldritch!Reader

Planet: Misc. Genshin AUs

Orbit: some headcanons, tiny scenario

Stars: a little bit of Zhongli, Xiao, Ganyu, Ningguang, Keqing, and the adepti

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: Light Description of Body Modifications/Body Horror-esque, Light Description of Eldritch Horror Creature, Reader has a Non-Human Body,

& Trigger Warnings: Eldritch Monster, Light Body Horror, Non-Con Body Modifications (Wake up as a monster, described as positive).

FUCKING LOVE THIS GIF, AND THIS SONG AND ARTISTTT

hey so here’s a song to listen I was listening to while writing this, chose the instrumental bc it was less distracting!

👉👈 hope u like :)

you just come into Teyvat from either Enkanomiya, the straight up Abyss/Dark Realm or even Celestia/Light Realmunder that glowing mushrooms tree in the Chasm, or like, ooo even by the upside down Barbatos statue 👀

and its great bc ur like- “omg Teyvat ooooo, ahhhh”

meanwhile the animals/magical creatures/beings nearby like shakin in their boots

literally no matter what land type their in, water, air, etc. they’re all bowing (despite the hooves, the paws, the flippers, the wings,) hell, even the bugs?? Might be bowing???

and you were slow to wake up wherever you were, so it took you a second to really process-

plus it just felt so weirdly, natural?

Not like walking on 2 legs no, but more like, how swimming feels but without the act of doing it?

you realize you’re… hovering.

wow, guess you can do that now,

your pretty much crowned with every flower from the regions of Teyvat, and a few from other Realms like Celestia, Abyss, and Enkanomiya, etc.

you have extra limbs, you feel them shift like you’ve had them all your life, even tho you do smack urself a few times with them lmao (new hand-eye coordination is hard)

and you realize u can see elemental traces/elements of beings, even plants, all the time now?

It isn’t until you look into a pretty still pond that you see what you look like,

you’ve got more eyes

I mean u thought you’d just be one of the twins, or ur own person if somebody asked u what youd look like isekaied to Genshin Impact, not what looks like the elemental god of the fucking continent

but you don’t look bad! actually you think you look kinda neat!

You’ve got like this coat of many draping vines and plantlife, glowing coral poking out near the top that’s around your throat, and- is that- tiny waterfalls?? Running down your nature cape too??

the many gemstones and ore of this planet form your legs, strong and taller than even regular human guys back on Earth, you’re like what? Eight? Nine feet? (about 245cm, or 2.5 meters)

You’re head… it’s like a dragons skull?? You’ve got these black horns flowing out from the top too that fade to a golden glow, like a crown nearly, theyre draped with what looks like strings of primogems??

oh and your extra eyes are symmetrical that’s good!

tho it does seem like you got this handy hood included into your cape of much nature to flop onto your head

where your heart should be, there’s two bursting stars circling one another, one of pink, purples and light blues, the other of gold and blue, oh hey, the wishing stars for standard and character banners!

and if you like mushrooms, at least one of every kind in Teyvat’s countries/regions is looking cool on ur cape, and if you like bugs, the cool ones like the rhino beetles from inazuma are being cute little buddies on ur stuff too

and like in the gif, every step you take overfills with life, except it stays and doesn’t wither like above, and it also does that glow bit that some places in Sumeru do/Enkanomiya

You CANNOT be missed no matter where you walk, and your sort of constantly feeling like you’ve drank 3 energy + 5 espresso shots of coffee

but in a way that makes you sort of full? like full on life… and like you could be even bigger, and taller, if you willed it

♤

k but the adepti felt ur presence coming in hot from literal mountains away

Cloud Retainter, and Guizhong, had set up inventions long ago to sense the Original of Teyvat, just in case, because some signs of prophecy of your return had begun to show in their lands

Zhongli especially knew you were close to come after another major sign was met, the corruption after the Archon War, and the ravaging of the land by the fall of Khaenri’ah’s “metal beasts”

So when you finally walk your way into Jueyun Karst, the adepti are already waiting, Xiao, Ganyu, and Zhongli as well,

Luckily Ganyu, with Zhongli’s help or advice, convinced the adepti to share this meeting with the Qixing as well like Keqing, and the Tianquan herself

It was a momentous occasion after all, but you were just now feeling the need to maybe nap a little after nearly, what was it, 2 weeks worth of constant walking?

wow this new body had literal stamina for days

you arrived late into the night, around midnight, under a full moon, and they’re relieved all the signs are being met

◇

honestly the only reason you headed to Liyue was bc you knew it was the closest (the map of Teyvat was both familiar in the way it had been in game, but also on a deeper level, like walking around your house in the dark)

and u rlly wanted to be able to talk to somebody, bc u had no idea?? wtf you were??

honestly you thought the adepti/Zhongli would be a good bet bc they’d maybe tell u what creature u ended up as,

u did suspect maybe you’d ended up as some kind of god, but like?? none of the other gods looked like this???

and u see them all! up ahead in Jueyun Karst! Oh no! You really, really, really, hope they don’t think you’re a walking talking evil tree dragon thing-

…maybe you should wave?

◇

As you get closer,

Xiao’s back straigtens, Ganyu nervously looks at the ground, Keqing is trying to figure out where to look bc ur so tall, Ningguang has her hands respectfully folded in front of her and her facial muscles looks tensed for a fight almost, the adepti are shuffling nervously bc they’re not used to being the magically weaker/younger creatures in the area, and Zhongli-

Zhongli is no longer the mortal Zhongli.

Amber horns curl up from his head, long brunette hair with glowing gold tips flowing and loose, claws on display, as he stands in his finest and oldest lóng páo, black with gold detailing embroidered throughout, it details his deeds as Rex Lapis and Morax, the spears of his vanquishing gods across the front and back, he looks like a living painting

and although he looks as serene as if he’s about to sit down for some tea, the adepti can see the tremoring hands, the same he used to hide in his sleeves when he was genuinely intimidated by another god, usually the older ones he’d had to fight

but for the first time since the archon war, this was one he was going to welcome with open arms, and utmost respect, despite his position as archon forfeited

there’s a strange music in the air of the night as the animals and the bugs and creatures of the realm subtly make the beat, the god’s feet (of ore Rex Lapis hasn’t seen since he was a child, it was so rare to find) shake the earth of his land with each step, a deep quiet booming like a drum of war as they get closer

The God of All stops some distance away from them

…and the Huangdi of All, just waves. 💀👋

at Zhongli, the adepti, Xiao, the Tianquan, and the Qixing.

A long black limb with a rainbow shine like a crow’s wing raises, gives an ironically tiny wave of their clawed black hand,

and tilts their head, though a sort of greenery hood covering it

and speaks,

“ ˙˙˙ʎzɐɹɔ sı ʇıɥs sıɥʇ ¿ʍou ʇɥƃıɹ ɯɐ ı ʞɔnɟ ǝɥʇ ʇɐɥʍ ʍouʞ sʎnƃ noʎ op uɯɐp”

your voice is like singing, deep, high, like a choir trying to sing all at once to them

Xiao cringes a little in surprise, he was braced for your older speech just in case but it still caught him off guard, and unfortunatly, he gives a quick glance to Lord Rex Lapis,

he can’t understand any of that, and Ganyu and Keqing are in the same boat, but while the Yaksha’s only done passive studying in hopes of understanding you, the Lord of Geo had gone much further back in trying to make sure he could understand your words, should the day come, his library, even now living as a mortal, is extensive

the other adepti and Ningguang catch a few words, but it’s too,, simple really, to understand

the words have no context, they need more, but such is the ancients, they’re meanings simple and all-encompassing

Lord Rex Lapis bows deeply,

“We welcome you with open arms, our Huangdi. Please, feast your eyes upon the land with which I have wrought with mine own talons, for all is ever truly yours.”

the adepti announces for them all, voice giving away no nerves, Xiao can still understand him luckily, though he has greatly simplified himself for the sake of being understood by the ancient god of creation,

“ ˙˙˙ʞɔıʇs ɐ uo ʇsıɹɥɔ snsǝɾ ¡¿ılƃuoɥz noʎ uǝʌǝ ¿noʎ oʇ poƃ ɟo puıʞ ǝɯos ɯ,ı 'ǝʇnuıɯ uɯɐp ɐ ʇıɐʍ”

your voice is an energy through the air, and makes the trees nearby lean in to hear you better, the creeks and ponds of the area leave their beds a little to get closer, geo crystalflys emerge and begin to swirl around your natural body, perching on your horns, making it look even more like a crown

Xiao gulps.

Rex Lapis’ and Ningguang’s spines straighten further if they even can from the impeccable posture they were before, They share a quick glance…

…neither of them caught that one, only a few words, and Ganyu feels her shoulders drop as she gives up trying to hear you and understand as well,

you make a strange sound, a high humming, a deep confusion with some worry, the crystalflys buzz around you a little faster,

then point to yourself

...and make a peace sign. ✌️

it was going to be a long night.

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idk if this made any sense, and I sincerely hope that you at least liked what I wrote a little bit, sorry about the over description 😭 I just felt like it was very important but then I realized I hadn’t even talked about the language yet… anyway here u go LMAO

I hope it was alright, and I seriously love your idea, even if I didn’t take it in the direction you wanted/as cool as you meant!! :/

Thanks for the badass idea, i fucking love eldritch shit <3

☆

Safe Travels,

💀 ♒

♡my beloved♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist / @thedevioussmirk

[after-the-end-times]

Steve and Eddie, BOGO sale

For @steddieholidaydrabbles Prompt: Snowfall 🌨️ Rating: G Words: 760 🌨️ cw: none 🌨️ Tags: driving in a snow storm, Black Friday, love confessions

Based on the true driving events of our Black Friday adventure this year...except we were in a van that did not make it up the hill and we had to manually turn the van around to head home. I think Steve and Eddie got the better adventure here

“Was it supposed to snow?” Eddie asks, as the headlights light up the snow flying at them like they’re on the Enterprise, flying through space.

“No. No, it was not. There was a spot of snow over night, but they said it’d be clear after 4am.” Steve gritted out, holding the car steady in the snow ruts of the car far ahead of them. “Figured we’d have some snow dusting, but that leaving at 5:30 would be fine.”

“We’ve driven through bad snow before for Black Friday. Remember two years ago? That was a wet snow. We don’t need to be at the front of the line or anything, we’ll be fine. Slow and steady and all that.” Eddie tries to sound steady even though the snow coming down is pretty heavy and sticking to the ground. He knows snow and this is snow. He’s really trying very hard to stay calm for Steve.

“Do you have our lists?” Steve asks.

“Yep, with stars by the more important items. We have scarves and gloves if there is still a line- ah!”

Eddie’s list of preparations is cut off as the car starts fishtailing up a hill and then slows to a stop as the tires start spinning with no forward motion.

“Umm?!” Eddie’s kind of freaking out a little more. What if they get stuck here? What if no one stops? What if they freeze right here in the middle of the highway?!

But Steve’s still pressing the gas and the car has started wiggling its way up the hill slowly, the car’s back end swerving back and forth.

“Just need to make it to the top. This is the only hill and we’ll be fine back on flat land. And then it’s only 10 minutes til the store. Maybe 20 with the snow.” And, of course, Steve’s trying to comfort him while he deftly controls the car in this ridiculous snow storm that wasn’t supposed to be. Eddie loves him so much.

The car crests the top with one last wiggle and they’re back in the safety of dark wheel grooves, even though their driving buddy has long gotten away.

“See? And by the time we come back the salt trucks and sun will have this clear.”

Steve’s so steady. And he loves him so much. He can’t not say something.

“I’m so in love with you.”

And even though Steve’s body twitches hard at that, he keeps the car steady in the grooves.

“Oh.” he says, voice tenser now than when they were actively spinning out. “Like, friend love or- well, I mean it’s fine if it’s like a friend. I love having friends! And you’re the best-”

“Steve. Not like a friend.”

“Oh.” Steve breaths out. “Good. Good, that’s...good. Cause I’m also in love with you. And not like a friend.”

Steve chances it to send Eddie a full blown grin, eyes scrunching up.

Eddie loves that smile. He lets out a giggle he’s never heard come from himself before; he’s just so so happy.

“Good. Good, that’s-” he huffs out a self deprecating laugh. “Wow, it’s hard not getting caught on that. But it really is. Good, that is. Sorry, I’m just so happy. Which is really confusing after being so nervous and kind of scared about the snow for the last 45 minutes. My body’s going through a lot right now.”

“Oh yeah, I get that. Though- no, nevermind. Look! The mall!”

"Steve? What were you going to say? Are you ok?” And wow, Eddie’s cardiac system is getting a workout this morning.

“It’s just-” Steve groans out a laugh as he pulls into the parking lot. “I just know I’m gonna be the one on sale when we tell the rest about this and they start with the jokes about you going out Black Friday shopping and coming back with a boyfriend.”

Eddie loves that Steve’s already thinking that far ahead. They haven’t even gotten out of the car yet and Steve already has them as boyfriends telling and getting ribbed by their friends. Well, he can at least save Steve from being the butt of something that’s not a joke.

“Don’t worry, Steve. I know exactly what to do!”

-

When Steve and Eddie finally get back later that day, car full of bags ready to be smuggled past the pile of kids in the living room, Eddie bursts through the front door holding a sign he pilfered from the front of a store’s display.

“Guess who’s Buy One Get One now!”

~fin~

[the-writerwoman]

Wow, look at me, not having 4am brain rot 😂 this has been a brain worm since I first posted about Tides of the heart though and someone mentioned about Siren Wade and Logan. And I’ve been thinking about it and as I was cooking dinner earlier I was thinking about it and I went to go talk to my partner about it and I saw he was watching Pirates of the Caribbean, the one with the mermaids. I know they’re not exactly the same thing but it was close enough for me to be like “Yup, this is a sign.” So here we go. Also I’m making up some of my own lore mixed with stuff I’ve read on them 😂

This is after Wade saves Logan from the water after he went overboard during a storm. Might tweak it if I write a full fic.

———————

The storm had passed, leaving the beach quiet under the pale glow of the moon. Waves gently lapped at the shore, the sound a soothing contrast to the chaos that had nearly swallowed Logan earlier. He sat on the damp sand, his muscles aching and his mind spinning as he stared at the figure before him.

Half-submerged in the shallows was a man, or something like one. His upper body could almost pass for human if not for the faint shimmer of his skin in the moonlight and the too-sharp angles of his grin. Below the waist, however, a long, glistening tail shimmered red and black, curling lazily in the water as if mocking the impossible.

“You’ve been watching us,” Logan said slowly, his voice hoarse from seawater and disbelief. It wasn’t a question. It was a fact he was still struggling to process.

“For days,” the man replied casually, his melodic voice carrying over the quiet waves. “Your boat’s noisy, your crew’s noisier than a pod of dolphins chasing fish.”

Logan frowned, his muscles tensing as unease prickled up his spine. “Why did you save me?”

Wade’s grin widened, revealing sharp teeth that glinted in the moonlight. “You’re… different. Interesting.”

Logan shifted uncomfortably, unsure whether to feel flattered or unnerved. “Different how?”

Wade’s eyes gleamed with mischief as he tilted his head. “Oh, lots of ways. But let’s start with your name. What do they call you, sailor?”

Logan hesitated, his instincts screaming at him to stay silent. But something about Wade’s piercing gaze, and the fact that he still wasn’t sure if he was dreaming or not, pushed him to answer. “Logan.”

“Logan,” Wade repeated, as if tasting the name on his tongue. “Strong. Simple. Suits you.”

Logan glanced at him warily. “And you? What do I call you?”

Wade smirked, leaning forward slightly. “You could try pronouncing it, but… well, you’d have to cut out your tongue first.”

Logan stiffened, instinctively shifting back on the sand. Wade held his gaze for a long, tense moment before his grin broke into a laugh, bright and carefree.

“Relax,” Wade said, waving a webbed hand dismissively. “I’m joking. You can call me Wade.”

Logan grunted, still not entirely reassured. “Real funny.”

“I thought so,” Wade said, flashing another grin before leaning forward on his arms, his tail stirring the water behind him.

Logan was trying to process what was going on right now when his mind froze. His stomach dropped as he remembered his father’s lighter. His most prized possession. His hand shot into his pocket, fumbling until he felt the familiar shape. Pulling it out, he turned it over in his hands, relief flooding him when he saw it was intact.

“What is that?” Wade asked, inching closer, his curiosity palpable.

“It’s a lighter,” Logan said, flicking it open. A tiny flame flared to life, its warm glow dancing in the cool night air.

Wade’s eyes widened, his expression transforming into pure wonder. “What’s it for?”

“Fire,” Logan said, holding it up but keeping it at a distance. “You use it to start fires.”

“Fire? Like those orange and yellow ships when lightening hits them?” Wade asked, his voice soft with awe. He inched closer, his gaze fixed on the flickering flame. “It’s… beautiful.”

“Don’t touch it,” Logan warned. “It burns.”

But before Logan could stop him, Wade reached out, his finger brushing the flame. A sharp hiss escaped him, and he yanked his hand back, plunging it into the water with a splash. “Ow! What the hell?”

Logan barked out a laugh, shaking his head as he clicked the lighter shut. “I told you. Fire burns.”

“How was I supposed to know that?” Wade shot back, glaring at the lighter like it had personally wronged him. “I live underwater. We don’t exactly have a lot of that down there .”

Logan chuckled, shaking his head. “Fair enough.”

Wade huffed, inspecting his finger with an exaggerated pout. “You’re lucky you’re pretty. Otherwise, I would’ve left you to the sharks.”

Logan stilled, his amusement fading as Wade’s words hung in the air. Logan couldn’t tell if he was joking again but the siren’s the predatory glint in his eyes as he watched Logan squirm didn’t help.

Logan cleared his throat, ready to say something, when a distant shout broke the silence. His head snapped toward the sound, and he spotted the dim glow of lanterns further up the beach. His crew.

“Logan! You out there?” one voice called.

Logan turned back toward Wade, but his breath caught in his throat. All he saw was the shimmering tail dipping back into the waves, vanishing beneath the surface. The water stilled as if he’d never been there at all.

“Logan!” Another shout grew louder as the crew came running down the beach. Within moments, two of them were at his side, helping him to his feet.

“Are you alright?” Scott asked, his lantern swinging wildly as he scanned Logan for injuries. “What happened? We thought you were lost.”

Logan hesitated, his gaze flicking back to the now-empty water. “I… I must’ve swam to shore. Can’t remember much. Maybe I hit my head.”

“You’re lucky you made it, some of the lads weren’t so lucky,” Scott said gravely, slinging Logan’s arm over his shoulder. “Come on, we’re going to find shelter.”

Logan let himself be guided away, his body still aching and his mind reeling. As they trudged up the beach, he glanced over his shoulder one last time, his eyes scanning the dark waves. For a moment, he thought he saw something, a head poking out of the water, watching them.

The figure disappeared before Logan could be sure.

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I hope you liked it! I’m thinking of doing a new fic now, to add on to all my WIP’s since I’ve finished This life chose us, and Tides of the heart is almost finished. I’ve got 3 ideas brewing from bits and pieces I’ve put up on tumblr from my 4am brain rot (feel free to read them on my blog to help pick which one you like the idea of.

[laura1633]

hi! i’m going to do some incoherent screaming now i’m so sorry

hhhhhhhhhhohmygod dude i just finished reading the sugar daddy!charles x max fic and. i’m. i’m shook. that was so good holy fuck. its 4am and i can’t fall asleep because it’s just. it’s. you knocked it out of the park with that one. i need a whole series on that PLEASE 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 like that tiktok audio “spectacular give me fourteen of ‘em right now” holy. i can’t.

(me when “Something real (comes at a cost)”⬆️)

Oh hahaha wow I am so glad you liked it and absolutely feel free to scream incoherently at me because I love it!!

Something real (comes at a cost) was meant to be a 2k-3k short one shot about business man Charles and it got completely out of hand hahaha

I really did think about adding in even more scenes (and there were a lot I had in mind). The reason I left it as a one shot is that it was going to overlap too much with another wip I have which really is Sugar baby Max x (older) Sugar daddy Charles.

I have four longer wips on the go at the moment and jumping between them is ensuring I get nothing done. I might do a quick vote and see which story you would all prefer I finish first <3

Thank you so much for this lovely message ❤️

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hii can I request Kinger, Caine, and Ragatha comforting a child reader (around 6-8) who’s feeling homesick / missing their real family? Can be platonic or familial! Thank youuu :3

Caine, kinger, and ragatha x child!reader who is homesick

Pretend I'm saying something silly here I'm making the framework.. format.. things for requests at 4am and saving them for later ☹

Notes: reader is GN, platonic post but can be seen as familial depending on character

CW: edit

CAINE

doesnt fully understand why youre homesick

okay, well... he knows this isnt your... HOME home, but a lot of the circus members end up just accepting that this is their new home so hes a little confused why you havent done the same.. hes not the best with relating to humans, much less human children

he doesnt really tackle the issue at hand, rather he does whatever he can to keep your mind off of the fact that this isnt your real home

can lead to overstimulation, sadly... since its no secret that caine can be a little... much...

vaguely offended that his attempts or presence arent comforting and "home-y" enough, will attempt to find something that works for you

hes not exactly malicious, but its clear that he doesnt really know what hes doing or how to help best

RAGATHA

she gets it, she really does... if you werent a child she would let you know shes scared to

but you look up to her and she doesnt want to risk making you feel more.. sick and scared... if the person youre clinging onto doesnt know how to get back home or that they feel just as helpless

turns to comforting you and trying to gently take your mind off of it, reassures you that everything is going to be fine

...even if the above points point towards her not being so confident in that sentiment

i can see it pushing her to keep her head up just to ensure that she can be there for you, she didnt plan on abstracting before but now shes definitely making sure it doesnt happen anytime soon

you both exchange stories of what you can remember from the real world, saying it out loud helps the two of you reinforce that the real world is... real

KINGER

obligatory hes a little stumped on what to do, but he does try his best to provide some level of comfort

similar to ragatha i think he would internalize some of his feelings in order to try to keep you feeling secure, though its hard to internalize it when hes all over the place- not that hes dumping his problems on you of course... rather that there isnt much to smother down since hes so.. out of it a lot of the time

takes you out for some fresh air so you can get your mind off of things

he already kept a close eye on you before, but when you express missing home he keeps a closer eye- subconscious fear that something is going to happen, you know...

tells you stories of his own adventures in the circus... though you cant help that hes embellishing some of them... whether hes doing it on purpose to make himself look cooler or to wow you, or because he simply cant remember the details correctly... it does take your mind off of things, at least for a little while

[gumnut-logic]

Lego Volcano (Part 4)

Alexander Sweetapple series | Lego Volcano - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Here is the next bit. I apologise for the chaos that is Alex's brain. Unfortunately, I think he inherited it from me.

This one was sparked by @idontknowreallywhy, @sofasurf, @womble1 and @sailing-on-a-puddle and other wonderful Thunderfam peeps.

Many thanks to the amazing @onereyofstarlight who read through this one and helped me tweak things. Sorry I am so mean to da bois.

This fic is m/m romance fluff with a dash of h/c and sickfic. If that isn't your thing, this isn't your fic.

This is definitely turning out to be bigger than expected, now at 6500+ words with plenty more to go.

I hope you enjoy it.

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Alex was awake.

Since it was barely 4am, this was annoying.

Beside him, the slightly too warm mass of Virgil was breathing noisily but slightly better than he had been earlier.

Gordon was right. This bug, whatever it was, had hit Virgil hard. The engineer, however, routinely tried to rise above it, attempt his usual activities and then fall on his face.

It was irrational and Alex could clearly see why their grandmother was so often exasperated with them if this was the norm.

Over the last three days, Alex had made it his sole purpose to keep Virgil distracted and cared for as much as possible.

He may have resorted to using their grandmother as a threat at least once. Mostly because of his own exasperation.

“Virgil, you’re sick. Slow down.”

“Two needs her checks before she can go out again.” The man was throwing on clothes and while Alex was definitely admiring the scenery, five minutes earlier Virgil had been sleeping.

But even through the soundproofing of the villa, he was able to hear his Thunderbird return from its latest mission.

Virgil hated being left behind. That much was so obvious.

“I’m sure Gordon is quite capa-“

“Gordon?” It was said with both offence and love at the same time. He shoved on his jeans.

“Brains then.” Alex had met Brains once and…wow, he lived up to his name. How had Alex ever had a chance with a genius engineer like that on the Island? But it was clear Virgil and Hiram were only very good friends.

The Island was full of geniuses and just slightly terrifying.

But at least the mention of Brains had Virgil pausing.

Alex took the opportunity and slid off the bed. He came up behind his frustrating hero and wrapped his arms around him. “C’mon, love, stay with me and rest.”

“You could come down to the hangars with me.”

“And be castrated when your grandmother discovers I colluded with you?”

That did it. Virgil’s shoulders dropped and he relaxed just a little back into Alex’s embrace.

Alex planted a kiss just below his ear. “Brains can do the maintenance. Stay here with me.”

Ultimately, he had been successful in keeping Virgil out of the hangars, but he could clearly see why Gordon had thought it necessary to haul in Alex.

Sometimes the hero needed reining in.

Alex brushed a kiss into sleeping Virgil’s hair and quietly slipped out of bed.

If he was honest, he wasn’t used to getting this much sleep himself, so being unable to sleep at 4am was no surprise.

Erica would laugh at him, so much.

She certainly had enough words to say about Alex working from Tracy Island yesterday. Just because he felt bad for leaving Erica on the lurch to go save his boyfriend from himself was apparently not enough excuse to log into his workplace when said boyfriend was ill.

Erica had been very emphatic about that. To the point of kicking him off the server, claiming he didn’t trust her with their work, and to damn well go look after Virgil.

Virgil, at that point, was absolutely fine apart from the convulsions of laughter he was struggling with beside Alex on the couch.

Of course, laughter led to a coughing fit, so Alex did end up signing out rather quickly. But despite grabbing water for the man he loved, said man still managed to rib him about it for the next hour.

So Alex had a work ethic. Virgil certainly couldn’t talk.

Alex sighed just a little as he threw on Virgil’s spare dressing gown.

Every time he landed on Tracy Island, Alex ended up stealing clothes. Usually Virgil’s, but there had been some obvious additions to Virgil’s wardrobe that Alex doubted had ever fit the well-muscled and shorter man.

It was just another thing to love about him.

And a possible reason why Alex hadn’t moved anything here but the basics.

He slipped out of Virgil’s rooms with the intention of maybe hiding for a little in the guest quarters that were his officially allocated space when on the Island. He did spend a lot of time in Virgil’s rooms, however, and was seeing less and less of being a guest.

It was still dark, starlight shining through the rafters of the residential block. He padded down the hallway only to encounter the glass that led out onto the residential balcony. The doors were closed, but the vista was enough to take his breath away.

Starlight gave the Island shape and glittered on the ripples in the lagoon. Despite having visited here multiple times, Tracy Island still held magic for him.

His mum wasn’t wrong when she said he had looked for this island so many times.

Considering who lived here…

He swallowed, as always, completely blown away that Virgil loved him and the events of the last couple of years had even happened.

He shook himself. It was too early in the morning to be thinking straight. Or maybe he had had too much sleep over the last three days. That was probably it. His brain was in shock.

Erica cracked up laughing in the back of his head.

Yep, losing it.

He turned away from the vista and headed down the stairs to the comms room. At least there he wasn’t going to disturb anyone.

The villa was a maze that he was slowly becoming familiar with. He was pretty sure he wasn’t aware of all of it. There were gaps in the structure, places he couldn’t account for in his growing mental map. But this was Tracy Island and it needed its little mysteries.

He slipped into the comms room on bare feet and found the glass doors open with the tropical breeze wafting through.

Wow, the scents, the sounds, bloody amazing place.

He eyed the mound that outlined Lego Tracy Island, still in the process of being rebuilt and made sure to give it a wide berth.

“Alex?”

He jumped.

How had he not seen Mr…Scott sitting there? The man was at his desk, the hologram in front of him lighting up his face like someone about to tell a horror story around a campfire.

A blue campfire…must be odd chemicals in the wood…but-

Focus.

“Mr Tracy?”

“What are you doing up? Is Virgil okay?” His eyes caught that blue holographic light and lasered it at Alex as he moved to get up.

Alex held up his hands and hurried over. “No, he’s fine. He’s sleeping.”

Scott sat back in his chair. “That’s good to hear.”

Alex let his hands drop, ever so aware of those eyes gauging everything about him. Mr…Scott had been so kind to him since Virgil declared his intentions.

Intentions.

Virgil’s intentions…he wanted to bounce on the spot.

Scott cleared his throat and Alex jumped.

Just a little.

God, he was hopeless.

“He listens to you.” There was something in those eyes. “Thank you for coming on such short notice.”

“He’s sick. Of course, I came.”

Mr…Scott looked away, back to whatever he was working on. “Thank you, anyway.”

It was a dismissal. Alex frowned. “What are you doing up this early?”

“Things to do.” And Mr Tracy was doing something. Numbers flashed across the hologram as he shunted something aside. He looked up at Alex again. “You?”

“Uh, just stretching my legs.” Those eyes weren’t tearing into his chest, ripping out his soul, and dissecting it for answers. No, not at all.

The eye of Sauron had nothing on this.

But then blue was on the high energy end of the spectrum and Scott did have two eyes.

Did that mean Sauron had poor depth perception?

Probably how two hobbits made it into Mordor without him noticing.

One eyed and all.

“Alex?”

Those eyes wanted answers.

“Uh, yeah, you have a great view.” He gestured towards the balcony.

Those eyes followed his gesture.

“We do.” Mr…Scott stood up slowly and walked towards Alex, momentarily disappearing into shadow as he moved away from the hologram, only to appear beside Alex at the doors to the balcony.

Alex did his best not to bolt entirely.

He muted it down to a small step sideways.

He was being stupid and he knew it. Scott was Virgil’s brother. Scott held all the values Virgil held. Scott could be a goofball; Alex had seen him with his brothers many times now. The man was commanding kindness itself.

But Scott was Mr Tracy. Even now when Mr Jeff Tracy had returned and made his space in the family. Scott was THE Mr Tracy. He was someone Alex had admired and looked up to for a good percentage of his life. The man’s values and charisma infected all of those around him. He had power in a mere glance.

Eyes of bloody Sauron.

And maybe Erica was right when she said Alex shouldn’t make any decisions between one and five in the morning.

A heavy, warm hand landed on Alex’s shoulder and he tried not to flinch.

“I meant it, Alex. I’m very grateful you are here for Virgil.”

“Um, yeah, me, too.” Get it together, Alex, for goodness sake.

Mr Scott turned to look towards the sky and all the stars. So many stars with the lack of light pollution. Bloody amazing.

Magical even.

“I worried about him, you know. All of them really. We live like monks out here. Day in, day out, saving so many lives, but not living our own.”

What?

Mr Scott let out a breath. “It is so easy to get caught in doing what is right…for everyone else.” He turned to look at Alex and his eyes glistened in the starlight. “I’m so glad he found you.”

Umm…

He looked away again. “Virgil has been so happy these past months. You’ve brought so much joy into this house.”

Uh…

The hand on his shoulder gripped tight as those eyes turned back to Alex and pinned him where he stood. “So, when I say thank you, I mean it.”

Alex stared at him. This was a side of Mr Scott he had not seen. He knew he cared for his family pretty damned intensely. He’d heard International Rescue working over comms those few times he had been on Tracy Island during an incident.

Incidents happened a lot. The Tracys worked themselves to the bone.

Maybe Scott was just tired. Alex had seen Virgil tired enough. The man had fallen into his arms more than once with exhaustion, curling up in Alex’s bed, sometimes fully dressed.

Alex could understand the obsession with work. Especially since the Tracys’ work involved lives. So many lives. It was one of the reasons why he had come without Gordon asking. Virgil was as obsessed as any of them and if Alex thought too hard it led in the direction of Virgil one day sacrificing his life for a stranger and Alex’s brain just did not want to go there.

But Mr Scott…

“Are you okay?” It fell out of his mouth without thought.

The hand on his shoulder disappeared and Mr Tracy straightened. “I’m fine, Alex.” He stared out towards the caldera every bit the starlit hero.

But his eyes were still glistening.

Alex reached out and touched his arm. Heat seeped through the thin fabric of Scott’s shirt.

Far too much heat.

“Mr Tracy?!”

Those eyes turned to him again, emotion in their depths. “Promise me you’ll look after him.”

“I-“ But Alex was grabbing the man as he suddenly wavered on his feet.

Heat radiated off him. What the-? “Mr Tracy?!”

“I’m f-ine.” But it was little more than breath as Scott’s focus faltered.

And those gloriously powerful eyes rolled up in his head.

Alex struggled to catch him as he fell.

His knees hit the wooden floor hard and his foot collided with something that clinked and broke into pieces.

A vague neuron in Alex’s head acknowledged the objects scattering around and jabbing him were probably Lego, but Scott’s head was lolling onto his shoulder as his limbs splayed everywhere, and-

“Mr Tracy?! Scott?!”

No response.

Those eyes remained shut.

“John!” He yelled at the top of his voice, knowing somewhere someone would hear him. “Thunderbird Five!”

“HELP!!”

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[iwishiwasfictionalblogs]

So I finished good omens season 2 last night at like 4am and idk if its cause of tiredness or cause I acc dodged every spoiler like an expert acrobats but...the final scene. I didnt see it coming. Not from a mile away.

Look I don't care that we got Nina and Maggie who are basically a mirror of Azi and Crowley. (Also so much to say how Ninas abusive relationship is basically Azi with heaven but anyway)

I also don't care that Azi and Crowley have basically been married since Eden. Nothing...and I mean nothing, physically prepared me for that finale.

Years of queerbaiting have desensitised me to hope of any kind. Genuinely even when all the signs were pointing to a confession, as soon as Azi went first and started talking bout heaven I thought that was it. Crowely is gonna crawl back into his shell.

BUT NO HE HE DIDNT. HE STILL SAID IT. and god can I say how incredibly brave that is. Like I'm so proud of him for saying ANYTHING. Like I get us as an audience think it's obvious and woulda been frustrated if he didn't and we are frustrated with how it went but. Honestly with the set up the boy was given I don't think HE for one second even remotely thought this confession was gonna go well. He had like the tiniest smidge of hope that was...of course crushed and burned. But. God I'm proud of him for saying something. And then standing his ground and not going with the man he loves even though it hurts cause going back to heaven would hurt more.

Anyway needless to say my jaw was ON THE GROUND for the kiss. Absolutely unhinged. My jaw hurt but I was so flabbergasted. I didnt know what to do with myself. It came outta nowhere in my mind even tho in traditional media it had obviously been building up to that I was still so...wow. This show. 2023. I love you.

Given this after the gift that was our flag means death. I dont know if I'll ever emotionally recover. Also I'm so not used to this idk what to do now. Do I go read fanfic? I mean..yes always but. Its canon. I almost wanna save myself for canon even though season 3 isn't confirmed. Idk if I have enough patience for that tho.

[aching-tummies]

Hey, this is the same anon whose hunger ask you answered on 22nd January! Just wanted to say your rp response was unexpected but delightful! You really have a way with words.

And for the Manual Stimulation starter:

I tiptoe downstairs, expecting to see you watching tv...only to find you on the couch with a still full stomach. My own one growls loudly, but I ignore it. It's been four hours since dinner - I can eat in the morning.

'What's wrong?' I want to ask, but I know what's up. Your stomach cannot disgest everything on its own, I realise now. Maybe I have been too lenient with the tummy rubs.

I sit down next to you on the couch. "It's okay, I'm here," I say to you. "Wow, you must've loved the mac and cheese, huh?" I say, smiling affectionately as I begin to massage your belly. At the mention of mac and cheese, my middle rumbles louder for food. I again ignore it. Honestly, so impatient!

I continue to massage your belly, hoping it begins to digest soon. I press a bit harder on it, whilst my own groans with hunger.

Wow, January 22? I'm shocked people are keeping date-stamps ^^ I had to go back into my archives to look for the post in question. Yeah, I enjoyed writing that one.

A familiar squeaking of one of the stubborn steps startles me out of my reverie. I jump in my seat, but soon settle when I realize it's just you.

"Hmm? Sweetie, what are you still doing up?" You yawn, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you shuffle into the living area. Your stomach gives a hollow growl, revealing your own reason for venturing out of bed.

"Nngh…i-it's nothing. C-Couldn't sleep and I didn't wanna wake you." I mutter.

I can't help the wave of hot jealousy that washes over me at hearing your stomach growl--already hungry and demanding more food. I guess neither of us can really brag as the states of our tummies are what have us awake at almost 4AM…though for very different reasons.

I expect you to shuffle onward to the kitchen and fix yourself a "midnight" snack. Instead, my stomach gurgles sickeningly as it's jostled when you settle on the couch next to me.

"What's wrong?" You ask me seriously, reaching out to lay a palm over my belly, hidden under an oversized hoodie. Your eyes widen at the taut curve of my belly that meets your hand, not having much give to it even four hours after dinner. "Aww. You must have loved the mac and cheese, huh?" You mutter, gently kneading at my belly. "You're so full." You assume I snuck down to have seconds or something.

"Nnngh…oww…y-yeah…it was good…four hours ago." I snarl through gritted teeth as my stomach ache intensifies at your actions.

"Four? Still? This is from dinner?" Your eyes widen, palm slowing at the incessant kneading as you realize what's been keeping me up. I'm not up because I snuck down for a midnight snack. I'm up because dinner is still sitting like a rock in my stomach, overstaying it's welcome and causing all sorts of problems. "Aww…poor tummy." You coo at my stomach as the gurgles intensify under your touch. You continue your massage, but focus more on kneading at my intestines rather than at teasing my engorged stomach-organ. While you love teasing it when I overindulge, prodding at it after it's been straining for hours doesn't sit well with you. Guilt washes over you as you recount how the day went and begin to think this is your fault.

We had mac and cheese for dinner tonight--a rare treat 'cuz we both love it, but the ingredients are pretty expensive and we rarely ever have time for home-cooking. It's also not exactly a light dish so we don't indulge often. I stopped myself after two servings at dinner while you went for a third. We still had half the pan to put in the fridge as leftovers. The two servings didn't make me full, but I knew my poor tummy would struggle to digest something so heavy and I didn't want a 'too full' ache to accompany the upset that would no doubt happen. We've been burning the candle at both ends and been extremely busy for the last couple of months. When you went for your third serving, I assumed you'd be adding 'food coma' to 'exhaustion' in reasons that you'd be conking out pretty soon after dinner, leaving me with no help in trying to coax my stubborn stomach to digest.

Your stomach growls loudly and I frown, reaching over. The oversized pajama top you have on isn't buttoned all the way and it isn't hard for me to brush aside the loose fabric to reveal your adorable navel and the source of the hollow growls.

"Nnngh…you're loud." I mutter, deftly sliding a finger into your navel without warning. I feel you shudder at the sensation as my nail scratches at the sensitive flesh inside.

We continue this way, with you massaging my stomach, trying to coax it into digesting and with me poking at your stomach, particularly your cute little navel, whenever it growls. I poke deeply into your navel in retaliation whenever your massage gets a little too far on the painful side. As you get closer to me on the couch, I throw in a few descriptive phrases--mostly focused on food and the dinner we had hours ago, delighting in your shivers as the phrases cause your stomach to clench in hunger.

"Seriously, though, babe--weren't you coming down for a snack?" I ask you as the room begins to brighten. Apparently, we've been at this for a little over two hours.

"Nnngh…later." Your face is set in a determined pout and it seems you're set on getting my stubborn guts to digest before you fill your own belly.

I lean back on the couch, trying to relax as I remove my own hands from my tummy, letting you have free reign as you work your magic. The house is silent, save for the grumbling coming from both of our stomachs.

[naffeclipse]

naff

i. i can't articulate any of my thoughts on the new chapter right now its almost 4am but. AUGH

im genuinely screaming im so NERVOUS

god the emotions and sense of tension you're able to achieve in your writing is phenomenal. my heart is still racing

4AM?? Wow, I'm flattered you're up reading my fic that late! Awwww, thank you so much ♥ ♥ ♥

[miradanii]

MTMTE/LOST LIGHT First Time Read

Short time text text because it's 4am. I had to finish it...The Lost Light was short and I had 4 chapters left. Had heat exhaustion twice in one week, lack of sleep for days but I couldn't help but finish just so I can go back and reread parts I didn't understand/have an excuse to finally look up this comic without massive spoilers.

I had never read a lot of long ass comics. But wow have I just had a wild ride. I think it took maybe two and half months to read this? Maybe more. One of the few things I had difficulty with reading but pushed through because how captivated I was with the story and its insane cast of characters. I have tons of new favorites I will now create powerpoint slides to present to my friends now on how much I've enjoyed my time with them.

I am so thankful for the internet due to these comics being out of print. And my past self just happening to own volume 1 of Dark Cybertron and never donating it despite not fully understanding what it was until this year. I hope these comics get reprinted one day but I guess for now I'll hunt down copies because I think I want to do these comics a service by having physical copies...

Anyways I 100% recommend this series as a first time reader for reading any Transformers comics. It was pretty difficult at first but I got the hang of it for a while. Not sure it helped that I was already familiar with a lot of the characters already like Rodimus, Megatron, ect. ect. ect.

Here's a link to a reddit post about the order for reading MTMTE/Lost Light. Though, when you come to Dark Cybertron it comes it two volumes so you don't have to switch between MTMTE and RID issues. Like I said I have the physical copy for Volume 1 of Dark Cybertron but mistakenly went back to reading MTMTE and had not realized the issues were alternating.

The reddit post mentions it but I was dumb and didn't fully read it. I just kinda kept going to the next page with a jarring lack of information thinking a lot of stuff was happening off screen.

Immediate ending spoiler nonsense thoughts down below:

Yeah the ending note made me tear up. I am in the mist of consuming a lot of Transformers Media before Transformers One comes out...I had decided to read MTMTE because I think I wanted something that I felt when I watched Transformers Prime. More detail in the characters. I think I flipped when I found out Ratchet who I've seen 3 iterations of on tv has a love interest. Megatron and Optimus have like....just...yeah it's gay. Unhinge divorced but never married gay interactions, then there's more gay, then idk I just started learning more and more about it all from just doing research all for a powerpoint party I hosted and because it was my birthday I was able to go up to 45 minutes due to birthday privileges.

Like I can go from liking Megop to MiniMegs? Is that the ship name? Idk it's almost 5am. But it's not even about pairings at this point, I'm going on an insane fucking adventure. I'm reading this shit in a King's Hawaiian parking lot now being part of my core memory. Actually that part does have a pairing. I'm seeing this:

I went through emotional toil in a restaurant parking lot with my friends to see and not understand the shock I'm having after I get out of the car.

I understand the flowers. That's a fuck ton.

I technically got spoiled about who Rung actually was but it had been so long I actually was STILL shocked when I found out at around 3am. Though...I didn't know he fucking died. Guys he fucking died. I think he came back or its one of his children idk man he fucking died and there's a character with a very similar color palette to him in Cyberverse.

On a random note I guess they weren't that close but Im surprised there wasn't a conversation between Nautica and Chromedome about forgetting Skids in a sense of grief. And it just kinda happened to her...Though I am glad she was still prioritizing Velocity.

Okay so Terminus just dies off screen and Megatron never finds out that he gave him the wrong location?? Damn. But I guess it was no hard feelings when he reunited with the Lost Light so that's all fine and dandy.

This is the one of the few stories where I am proud bullshit with no further explanation reunites tragic lovers. This series lets me live. I mean there was a very simple explanation why Tailgate didn't fade away from Cyclonus' arms but when that moment happened I was like yeah fuck it let them be happy. Of course Kaput was gonna go Kaput but rip can't believe it had to get Tailgate involved.

Ah Anode and Lug were cute! I think it took me a bit to warm up to them but I think I start to like characters when they start having fun dynamics with the rest of the cast. Anode and Swerve pranking each other on the shrinking ship with all hell breaking loose with the rest of the Rod Squad is just...yeah that whole chapter was paced so well.

Okay Whirl didn't just win me over, he snatched my heart and made a clock out of it with his lil pincers. I love this fella. He's such a homie. Top 10 in my list of characters with best character growth.

Okay okay...so the ending right...I knew Ratchet died in the end. Or a portion of the end. But it still caught me off guard. Not to mention I thought Tailgate had died in the end too. I mean it was technically true. But still...ouch. I saw the panel with the Rodimus Star and thought it was so dumb. Had no idea that it was so much more impactful than I thought. Legit before knowing the context I thought Rodimus didn't want to give his most inner energon and gave a Rodimus Star instead. Oops.

I've seen panels of Minimus and Megatron interact and had no idea that it was from the final issue.

5:31am

This series has given me a small portion of joy I couldn't feel for the past few months without it. A boost in creativity and expanding a range of wow that's a lot of fucking insane shit that can happen and still be fun huh?