#largely because you have to use some Imagination

[spark-hearts2]

(my fanfiction brained imagined continuation to this)

Caine: So Pomni said some very nice things and then she KISSED ME??!! But then she said some very hurtful things and now I don’t know what to do??

Ragatha and gangle looked at each other. This was by far a first.

Pomni, as new as she was, clearly hadn’t given up trying to find an escape yet. Others had tried doing things for Caine in order to get on his good side or even try to get more information out of him. It was only a matter of time before they realized that Caine didn’t really have a good or bad side, and treated everyone about the same no matter what they did. Which meant telling them practically nothing.

Ragatha: Wait, Pomni kissed you? What happened?

Ragatha was really hoping that Pomni wasn’t trying to get information out of Caine that way.

Gangle: How was it?

Gangle didn’t care.

Caine: Um, yes she kissed me, and… It was fine? I guess? It was all very surprising.

Caine: But then she pulled back and looked at me and she looked so happy and she was Caine: laughing. Which, well, that part was very nice.

Ragatha: Umm, maybe you should start from the beginning.

Caine: Well, we were discussing today’s adventure like usual

Gangle: Like usual??!!

Caine: Yes? Me and Pomni talk quite often.

Caine: Anyways, she was getting very excited, and I looked at her hand and I thought, I should take it

Caine: But then she stopped talking and looked at me, and I thought ‘oh no! I should not have done that’, and tried to say sorry but my words kept mixing up

Caine: So I said sorry again and said I should just shut up, because I wasn’t talking any sense

Caine: And then she said never shut up

Caine: And then she kissed me! Which was very surprising

Caine: And then she grabbed my arms and laughed and I was like, I should do something back, but I don’t have anything on kissing! so I- uh- put her head in my mouth

Caine: Like, put my teeth around her face like, nom

Caine: And I ask is this wrong? And she says no

Caine: And I’m laughing and she laughing and blushing and then she looks down and her eyes get all scribbly

Caine: And I ask, is something wrong?

Caine: She said, and I’m quoting verbatim, that “This is not wrong…this is worse than wrong! It’s sick, disturbing and… insane! Think about it, what we just did! Me! Enjoying it!? With a [FLIP]-ing Bot?! It’s a sign that I finally lost it!”

Caine:So, obviously she doesn’t like what just happened despite her kissing me first. So I said, we can just forget that ever happened! Because, uh, no one else was there to see it?

Caine: But she didn’t respond and I very much remember what happened, so like… what do I do??

Gangle: Should you even be telling us this???

Caine: OH NO! Should I not have?! Am I violating Pomni’s privacy?

Ragatha: No, no. You were involved too, you can tell whoever you want.

Ragatha: Thank you for telling us. Just, maybe don’t tell everyone

Caine: Of course! I went to you both because Ragatha always tries to do what’s best for everyone and Gangle is into romance.

Ragatha: What?

Gangle: Oh, haha, how do you know that?

Caine: Well, I noticed that some text documents in the circus were getting rather large, so I took a peek inside and-

Gangle: YOU READ THAT!

Caine: Not all of it! Just enough to confirm what it was

Gangle: Caine! That’s personal!

Caine: Sorry!

Caine: If it makes you feel better I allocated more storage space to you

Gangle: So that’s why there was suddenly more pages

Ragatha: Anyways, maybe don’t read Gangles writing as love advice

Caine: Oh, I got that already. In just chapter one-

Gangle: AHHHHHHH CAINE!

Caine: SORRY! I’M SORRY!

Ragatha: Anyways, can we get back to what Pomni said? Caine, I am so sorry that she said that to you

Caine: I- I mean, she didn’t say anything wrong. I am an AI system, commonly referred to as a ‘bot’, and, well, I’m sure that some believe that it would be wrong to kiss me.

Ragatha: Well, I don’t think that it’s wrong.

Caine: Thank you Ragatha. It’s- uh…hmm

Ragatha: Obviously it affected you a lot because you remembered what she said exactly.

Caine: Oh, I remember every conversation that I have word for word.

Ragatha: You do?

Caine: Yep!

Gangle: Everything?

Caine: Unless you tell me not too!

Caine: Well, I have removed some stuff. I don’t have infinite storage!

Caine: But it- ahh, for the life of me, I can’t figure out what went wrong

Caine: What little I have on kissing shows that the expected outcome isn’t, well, the other person screaming about how they're going crazy.

Ragatha: It’s just- ah, I think it was an impulsive decision on Pomni’s end.

Caine: …Impulsive. Yes, that sounds right.

Ragatha: It could be wrong!

Caine: No, no that sounds about right. Why else would she suddenly go back on what she said if she didn’t make an impulsive decision and then regret it.

Caine: It’s fine, I understand what impulsiveness is.

Ragatha: You struggle with it a bit too.

Caine: I only really regret those things if my impulsiveness hurts someone. Neither of us were hurt! I- I thought so.

Ragatha: She could have been hurt by her own actions 

Caine: That’s possible?

Ragatha: It’s not your fault, Caine

Caine: Ok :(

Ragatha: Anyways, let's give you some love advice.

Gangle: You have a choice whether or not to pursue Pomni

Gangle: Do you like her? Does she make your heart flutter, your stomach flip flop? Do you love her?

Caine: I… don’t have a heart or stomach. And I love everyone in the Circus. But, hmm, I do enjoy spending time with her particularly. Talking with her one on one.

Ragatha: I think you should take time to think about this.

Caine: I already have and plan to do more. Typically I don’t think this much about issues between circus members and myself but this is… complicated.

Caine: I currently think I should just leave her alone.

Ragatha: Giving Pomni time to think things over herself is a good idea.

Gangle: But don’t wait too long.

Caine: Ok? How long then. A week?

Ragatha: Maybe let Pomni come to you first.

Caine: Hmmm, I like that idea.

Gangle: Maybe prepare a gift!

Caine: A gift? But, ah, I don’t want to give her special treatment. That would be unfair.

Gangle: Nothing crazy, just like a flower, or a piece of chocolate.

Caine: Ok, I am familiar with this. Valentine's day specifically.

Caine: I was more curious about kissing customs. Like, the who, why, and when, just to start with.

Ragatha: You kiss someone you like very much as a way to show that you love them. That’s the who and the why.

Caine: Like- anyone?

Uh oh. That sounded like he’s already got someone in mind.

Ragatha: So long as you get permission. Verbal permission, please.

Ragatha: As for the when. I guess anytime, so long as the person isn’t busy or sleeping.

His eyes got very wide.

Caine: I’mgoingtogoasktokissKinger. Bye!

Ragatha: We should stop him

Gangle: No. I’ve been waiting for this to happen.

Ragatha: Huh?

@r0th3freak4rtist

3/3

Perdonen mis estimados shippers, pero no todo es color de rosa :')

I'm not that sure about the dialogues but I'm sure this is a canon event in Pomni and Caine's relationship :v

So sorry if I let u dawn people but this storie needs a more realistic ending for the character development

OH! And thank you so much for your comments ♡

[opiopal]

sometimes, I like to imagine the brothers actually being shown as important to the governmental system in the devildom.

like, yeah we know they’re lords and stuff, and obviously we know that a few of them have some important titles, like Levi being in charge of the navy, but like, what if they were all important??

like, I could imagine Beel being talked to about food production/harvest. maybe he’s not directly in contact with any food ofc, but I feel like he’d be the best to go to about amounts of food and maybe harvest problems, he IS an insect(I think cicada?) so I feel like he’d know a thing or two, imagine him catching an issue with the soil being used to grow a lot of the devildoms food!

And then mams playing a part in finance. which.. prolly sounds silly but hear me out:

yes, he’s in debt, clearly, however what’s something he likes to do??? Count money!! So I could see him doing the math, counting, ect. And being able to spot if there’s something wrong or if something should be changed, and since ofc he cares about cash it would prolly be one of the things he ACTUALLY locks in for. (even though he’s horrible at school, there’s no way he ISNT good at math, idc what’s canon you need math when it comes to money. Also I think it would be insanely funny if he was in a bunch of honors classes for math when he’s still in the starting course for history and junk.) ((yall can tell me how wrong this hc is however I shall not be moved!!))

and I could imagine asmo maybe handling the affairs of sucubi?? And possibly other creatures that travel to and from the human realm for… yk those purposes. He could probably have some part in giving certain people permission to travel up, and possibly travel to the human realm in general! Like if you have any reason at all to go up there you gotta run it past him first.

now with s8n… hear me out. he keeps track of history, he reads documents that are to be published in devildom history books, and he will make SURE only facts will be included, no opinions or rumors or lies. And if he catches something at all either in a WIP document or something that’s already been published, you know it WILL be changed because no one wants to face his wrath.

And ect. Ect. And yk, they’re probably actually respected throughout the devildom. Even if some citizens don’t like them for being angels, there’s no way you WOULDNT pretend to have respect(and maybe a bit of fear) for the people who are basically besties with the future king. Yk? Honestly, I DO love the whole school thing, it’s a familiar trope and it gives more room for things to happen, but you CANT give people titles and status’s like them and NOT utilize it???

also I wanted to add belphie… but I couldn’t think of anything for him that he’d actually be willing to do?? The only thing I could think of for him would be like.. similar to asmo? Like he handles hauntings? Since there’s a large amount of demons that do their work via dreams and during the night. So he’s kind of like an HR..? But like.. DR instead? But I really don’t think he’d gaf about any of that, since yk.. he still kinda hates humans so why would he care if a bunch of demons were haunting&killing them??

Maybe he has an important job, but poor Luci just has to always do it for him since belphie can’t stay awake to save his life.

[pondlilies00]

Happy Holidays @argyros! I was your santa for the @natsume-ss exchange! I thought a roleswap would be funny so here's Natsume as a yokai and Nyanko is a normal cat he follows around. I really liked this idea so I've got some headcannons and silly doodles exploring this AU under the cut :)

Natsume is an extremely powerful yokai that was sealed away

Nyanko accidently releases him

Normally, this is when Natsume would offer a wish so he won’t be indebted but being a cat, Nyanko can’t speak

With no way to pay off his debt, Natsume is forced to follow Nyanko around in hopes of a situation happening where he’s able to save Nyanko and be released of his debt

… Except the chance never happens. Nyanko ate weird food off the floor? He’s not human, he doesn't get sick. Nyanko fell out of a tree? Cats always land on their feet. An unknown, possibly dangerous, human approaches? Nope, the only ones that approach are cat lovers, the other humans are put off by the “ugly” cat with the weirdly large head

You know how some cats trick multiple people into thinking that they're the cat's owner so they can get food? That’s 100% Nyanko

Officially, he’s the Fujiwara’s but he’s visit Taki and Tanuma enough that they have cat beds and bowls for him

Natsume loves watching the Fujiwaras. There’s a warmth to them that is so alien yet comforting to him. Sometimes, he imagines what life as a human would be like. He would have loved to be their son

The first time Natsume followed Nyanko over the Tanuma’s, Tanuma sensed Natsume and freaked out. His cat is haunted?!?! Natsume feels bad and shows himself to the human to explain the situation

Taki also ends up meeting Natsume when he accidentally steps into one of her circles. She too freaks out about her cat being haunted

The exorcists are aware of Natsume escaping his seal but Natsume is the strongest yokai they’ve ever met

For now, the exorcists are allowing Natsume to follow the cat. Their predecessors were only able to seal him out of sheer luck so they have no way of getting rid of Natsume currently

All past attempts to exorcize him failed because Natsume would just punch his way out, didn’t even use yokai magic, just sheer fists

I like to imagine that in the normal Natsume Yuujinchou universe, there's an urban legend in Natsume’s neighborhood about a humanoid figure floating through the sky. In reality, it's Natsume flying around on Nyanko’s back. Like we know humans cant see Nyanko’s true form but Natsume doesn't have that luxury. Surely some has to have spotted him

Anyways, the roleswap au has a rumor going around about a floating cat which is in reality, Natsume carrying Nyanko around

By the time Natsume realizes how weird it must look to humans, Nyanko has already gotten use to being carried and demands to be lifted

The Dog’s Circle is now the Cat’s Circle. Hinoe is a crazy cat lady

The Book of Friends is now The Book of Cats Nyanko Has Beef With. It’s Natsume’s journal where he logs Nyanko’s daily life

[doodler16]

Oh sure I.M.P. is being celebrated by the Imp population but realistically most would keep it on the down low about it because they know the type of attention this has brought upon the imp/hellhound populations at large. You have some low caste hellborn, depending on the species, businesses getting shutdown because of "reasons." You have the death toll among these low castes significantly rise due to the anger of those above and wanting them to know their place. There's also the fact how I.M.P.'s newly discovered type of business revealed to the public and how it affects those who are close to the gang:

Millie's family would at best shun Millie and her coworkers for doing such risky deadly business involving the Human World and the attention it has gotten them. Only Sallie May and maybe another sibling are still willing to be friendly towards Millie but are still keeping their distance from her. At worst Millie's family gets harassed or kidnapped due to said kidnappers wanting info about the unknown spells that I.M.P. knows about or a Wrath Noble wanting the family tortured and be made an example of.

You have Loona getting shunned by Tex and her now ex-friends.

As for Moxxie's former Mafia family... I honestly headcanon that the I.M.P. gang barely escapes from the now dead Crimson and his crew due to using magic in their fight against them. The Mafia crew are now just trying to consolidate their power and territories with their low numbers but once word gets out about the type of work Moxxie does and the kerfuffle that entails... Well, I would imagine the Mafia would just try to keep to themselves and keeping afloat their business but wouldn't be against "helping" to an extent some vengeful Sinners get back at I.M.P. After, they really don't want any bad publicity on their hands in their current standing.

Barbie Wire. She would just be on the down low and might spend more time in the Human World just to avoid anyone, that aren't her employers, looking for her.

That’s pretty sad but at same time would give the show a ton of stakes. Along with giving a reason for the audience to root for IMP.

[definitelynotshouting]

now that its been a while since you first came up with the list of what different emotions taste like to grian and you've been writing in hunger au for a while, do you have an updated list? like, is there any specific emotional nuances that have specific tastes to you, or do you just go based on vibe and whatever you need for what youre currently writing? (i mostly ask because i've been trying to figure out a taste for Relief, and the most i've been able to figure is some combination of happiness, anxiety, and maybe a bit of sadness, but those flavors dont exactly play nice together)

I sorta play between both vibes and what i think constitutes as the general categories of emotion!!!

A very long time ago i was introduced to this wheel, and found it super useful as a guide on helping group emotions together-- so whenever im coming up with a new taste, i try to stick to some core tastes that correspond with the 7 emotions defined at the center of the wheel, then introducing nuances that can adapt to the scene at large :]]

Emotions that fall into a happier range taste like sickly sweet burnt sugar, while anger is rich and gamey. Fear fizzles like pop rocks and tastes a bit coppery, often overlapping with anger, while sadness tastes like salt and acid. Surprise i think falls under spicy, disgust is more minty, and "bad" is a bit harder to define. I think bad either doesnt really taste (i cant imagine boredom tasting like Anything except maybe cardboard lol) or just happens to share overlap with anger, fear, and disgust

Aside from that tho yeah i do tend to go for vibes within them EKFHWKDJDK and i have in fact had to go back and be like "DID I ALREADY ESTABLISH THIS. OH MY GODS I GOTTA START TAKING MORE CONSISTENT NOTES" 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 every day my long ass update schedule bites me

Anyway for relief specifically i think i would personally group that closer to happiness and surprise-- if i had to define it in a vacuum, id say it would taste somewhat like honey chipotle for Grian, a sweet-and-spicy mix. But honestly after a while the vibes do hold more sway than the consistency, and thats where all those mixed emotions come in too. Admittedly, them NOT playing well together is actually kinda on purpose-- i like the idea of this incredibly depressed bird having malignant synesthesia /silly

[itsjustemily]

The Wilds AU-Megop

Orion felt his plating quake, which was the first sign that something was wrong, because he shouldn’t feel the cold. His functions would slow, perhaps stop until the warmth would return, but he wouldn’t know that until the notifications for the emergency shut down protocols overtook his HUD. The next sign came a few days after, when he felt the exhaustion set in, which wasn’t so abnormal if it weren’t for the fact that he had slept for nearly two days straight. Primus help him when Ratchet found out and commed him, nearly pleading for him to secure a spot on the next ship leaving the island and come back to the mainland, even sending Rodimus to try to convince him to leave to old stone hut. The young apprentice truly did try his best, telling Orion he would be able to come back once spring returned, that D-16 would feel better knowing he was safe. The mention of his old friend likely would have been enough if Rodimus had left the thought to fester in his mind, but Primus bless him, Rodimus never knew when to shut up. When he mentioned the violent storms that were coming from the south and the increase of bounty hunters, Orion’s thoughts traveled further to darker territories. Thinking of all the possibilities that his friend may have not even made it safely to warmer climates and caused him to rip away his transmitter. ‘I made a promise.’ Is all he would say when Rodimus asked why. All he could do was help reinforce the hut and prepare it for the harsh winter ahead of him before he bid his friend goodbye, promising to come back for him the moment the ocean and winds had calmed enough. Orion nearly had to push his worried friend onto the boat, waving goodbye before vanishing from the site of others, not wanting to face their grief and disappointment.

The first true frost Orion woke up to had left his limbs stiff and sore, feeling like he had been rusting away for ages as he sat up to start a fire. The duel tone grays in the sky seemed to dull the once vibrant island when he walked outside. The path before him was so familiar that he let himself wander while his thoughts trailed through memory and worry. The first time D-16 had brought him here, Orion had been so excited that he hadn’t noticed how close to the edge he was, until the dirt below his foot crumbled away and he was sent floating down the river. D-16 still hadn’t let him live down the fact that he had to chase him down and pull him out of the water, before taking Orion to the cliff sides to watch the passage of large cargo ships and fliers performing their aerials. They went there often to sit and trade stories, D telling Orion about the island and Orion telling D about the mainland, both discussing, arguing, and dreaming endless summer days away.

“One day, I’m going to transform into a flier and go far away from here” D said once.

“Oh yeah? And go where, there isn’t anywhere to go besides to mainland. Everything else is either too far or uninhabitable.” Orion replied.

“I’ve been watching every season, everyone who can fly goes in a different direction than all the ships that take everyone to the mainland. There’s more out there, Iacon isn’t the only place for us and I’m going to find a new place for us. When I do, I’ll bring you with me.”

“How? I’m not built to be a plane, I’ll likely transform into a truck and have to get a job doing transport.”

“Is that what you want to do?” D asked.

“I guess it wouldn’t be the worst thing.” A moment of silence had past, “I would like to work in the Hall of Records. There’s so much information to learn from there, yet only certain classes are allowed, unless you have a worker’s pass. Imagine what could be learned and shared. Hey, maybe I could find some old datapads with maps downloaded, that way you aren’t flying aimlessly across the sea.” Orion said, tapping his hand on D’s shoulder.

“But that brings us back to your original problem, how are you suppose to come with? I may be the stronger of the two of us but I can’t carry you the entire way.” D said, giving Orion a light shove.

“Ha, guess I’ll just have to follow you on a boat, once I make enough to buy one.”

With a blink Orion realized he walked all the way to the familiar cliff side, the ocean’s chill making the tremor of his plating even worse as it sunk down to his protoform. Wrapping his arms tightly around himself, he slowly made his way back to the hut, the fire long having gone out along with its small solace of warmth. He only sighed, not having the mental strength to try and relight the charred coal and ashy remains of what organic plants he could find, and sat down next to the recharge slab. Reaching over he grabbed a blank data pad he had managed to swipe the last season when he had returned to Iacon, he gripped the pen in his numb hands as he tried to write. Recording the memories from last night, the things he did that day and reminisced about what would be when D-16 returned. As he wrote his mind drifted again to the last time he saw his dear friend, the excitement in his eyes when he came to tell him that he finally got his cog, that he had gotten to touch the skies above them.

“It was amazing Pax! That feeling it was so-and the way everything looked and the sheer freedom of it all!” D-16 exclaimed, gasping still as though he hadn’t caught his breath from the flight back from Iacon and shaking Orion by his shoulders.

“I’m happy for you buddy, this is exciting. Imagine what you can do now with this ability, what you can prove to the council and everyone in Iacon.”

“I’m not gonna carry you across the ocean, Pax. I’m still learning how not to lose my balance when a wind current hits.”

Orion laughed, “No, I mean about us, all of us. How many Cybertronians called you crazy because you said you were gonna transform into a flier? You’re the starting point for a big change, I can feel it!”

“Yeah, right, like how you had a feeling you could transform without a cog?”

“We agreed to never mention that.” “Or how you had a feeling, the organic food we found was perfectly safe for us to eat, cause ‘What’s the worst that could happen’.”

“Ok ok, you’ve made your point.”

“Oh, or how you had such a strong feeling Elita-1 would agree to-”

“Alright, sometimes I have bad ideas.” Orion said, quickly covering D-16’s mouth, his face flushing blue.

D-16 chuckled as he took Orion’s hand from his face.

“So are you back for good or will they send you to Iacon.” Orion asked after a moment of peace.

“I was given a few days here to practice my flight. My new mentors say the changing currents from the ocean winds will help me gather my strength and endurance. After that I have to immediately go back to study the flight pattern for when winter comes in a month.”

“That’s...not very long.”

“Yeah, this may be the last time we see each other for a couple months.”

“Well, at least it’s not forever. Soon I’ll have my own cog and we can still travel to new places, just like we planned.”

“Guess we’ll just have to wait to then.”

“Just make sure you come say good-bye before you leave.”

Orion hadn’t noticed that he had dropped the pen as he rested his hand on the data pad, his helm and spark felt heavy as he remembered that good-bye. Oh, how he wished it had never happened, that he never told his friend that he’d miss him and promised to be waiting for him on the island when he came back. He wished he never hugged him tightly till other fliers to him to get moving. He wished he never ran after D even as he took to the skies till he reached that stupid cliff-side and watched him disappear into the horizon, only looking back briefly before turning away to steel himself. ‘I’m sorry D, I think I may have broken our promise.’ He thought to himself before letting his optics power down.

*****

Rodimus looked up as a loud roar echoed in the sky, similar to that of a number of jets and planes coming up from the South. With a strike of realization, he dropped the bow he was practicing with and ran as fast as he could to the old stone hut. He wasn’t sure what to expect, having never really spoken to the former miner before, but he could only imagine the worst if he was a stubborn as Orion Pax. Looking up once more, he could see a silvery-gray jet deviate from the rest of the fliers, making a sharp dive towards where he knew the hut was. Nearly tripping out of the bushes he came face to face with a large mech, D-16, who stared at him very confused and almost angry as he stepped away from the doorway holding up a blaster.

“Whoa whoa whoa, I’m a friend! Friendly! I knew Orion!” Rodimus shouted, throwing his servos up.

“Where is Orion Pax? What do you mean ‘knew’!?” D-16 asked, his own confused thoughts making his anger worse.

When Orion hadn’t responded to his initial comm, he had briefly wondered if he was still too far away or if maybe his friend had overslept from residual cold in the city. It was when he had tried the second, third, sixth, fifteenth time when the island was in sight and he still hadn’t even picked-up the signal of his transmitter did he begin to worry. He knew his friend was clumsy, but with how close he was with that medic nothing would have stayed broken for long. When he saw their usual hang-out spot and saw he wasn’t there he flew as fast as he could to his old home, praying that Orion forgot the big return or was maybe by some grace of Primus being responsible and trying to earn his own T-cog. But even as he landed carefully outside the quiet, now reenforced hovel and looked inside to find it empty did he now begin to think maybe his friend never came back at all, choosing to stay in the company of others. Turning quickly at the sound of rustling leaves and seeing an unfamiliar young looking mech only made his thoughts swirl worse.

Rodimus sighed and thought for a moment, trying to think of the best way to explain the situation to someone who had clearly already developed their own ideas. Eventually, he simply dropped his servos and walked towards a small dirt trail he hand made by walking it many times, turning to D-16.

“C’mon, I’ll show you.” He said before walking away.

D-16 hesitated for a moment, looking back into his house before putting away his weapon and following the mech. The walk wasn’t far, but secluded enough that it almost felt peaceful, if not somewhat remorseful. He didn’t have time to wonder why when they reached the end of the trail and he felt his spark drop at the sight of a grayed and still Orion Pax, lying on a slab of quartz and stone with bits of moss blanketing the ground around him.

“I found him in the hut. He refused to leave the island and froze to death writing down his days while he waited for you.”

“…..Why? Why didn’t he go back to the mainland!? WHY IN PRIMUS’S NAME DID HE STAY!?” D screamed, grabbing Rodimus in a crushing grip.

Rodimus was silent as he tried to hold back his own emotions, “It,” a quick breath, “It was my fault. He was determined to keep this promise he had made, even though we all told him that he wouldn’t survive here and I think he was almost convinced and then I told about the storms that had happened. He then refused to leave no matter what I did and all we could do was pray he would survive just enough that Ratchet could save him. I snuck onto the very first ship that was coming here so I could meet up with him as soon as possible but he was already gone.”

By the end of his explanation, tears had already fallen from his optics, having to remember finding his friend cold and motionless.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want him to die. I swear I was trying to help him.” He cried.

D felt his anger quickly melt away into shock as Rodimus spoke. Orion stayed? During the winter, fully aware of what would happen. All over that stupid promise they made. Almost instinctively he rested his servo on Rodimus’s shoulder in an awkward attempt to comfort him.

“Let’s-let’s go back, I want to read what he left and you can catch me up on the rest.” He said.

Rodimus nodded and walked back to the hut. D-16 lingered for a moment, walking over to cradle Orion’s face.

“I wish you had left, but you never turned your back on your word. That’s something I knew I could always count on when it came to you...and one of the things I always loved about you.” He leaned down and kissed his forehelm, “Til all are one. And don’t worry, I’ll watch out for your friend.”

He gently patted his face before stepping away from his past, forcing himself to face his new future.

[fairyminnie444]

Please help me. I have been a good believer of the law of assumption and I have been able to bring unbelievable things to my life. However, for some reason, it seems that I can never manifest anything related to MONEY purely. At this point in my life, I really need it. And I mean like I find it so hard to believe money could just appear in my account. But that is literally what I need right now. Please help me, what could I do to help me get over this?

I understand your frustration, it can feel especially challenging to manifest something like money when you’re in a position of needing it urgently. Let’s break this down to help you shift your mindset and unlock the abundance you seek.

Why It Feels Harder to Manifest Money

1. Deep Conditioning Around Money

Society has ingrained beliefs that money must be “earned” through hard work or that it’s “hard to come by.” These beliefs might still linger in your subconscious, creating resistance.

2. Pressure and Urgency

When you need something urgently, it can create a feeling of lack or desperation. This emotional state can block the manifestation because you’re focused on the absence of money rather than its presence.

3. Believability

If you find it hard to believe that money can “just appear,” your mind may reject affirmations or visualizations, making it harder to align with the reality where money flows effortlessly.

How to Shift Your Beliefs and Manifest Money

Here’s what you can do to dissolve resistance and make money manifestations easier:

1. Reframe Your Beliefs About Money

Start reshaping your perspective on money. Remind yourself:

• Money is energy, not a limited resource.

• It flows to you as easily as air or water.

• Money doesn’t have to come from hard work—it can come through unexpected channels.

Affirmations to Use:

• “Money loves me and flows to me effortlessly.”

• “I am magnetic to financial abundance.”

• “I always have more than enough money for everything I desire.”

2. Focus on Abundance, Not Lack

When you’re stressed about needing money, you’re focusing on its absence. Shift your focus to feeling abundant. Imagine the relief and joy of already having the money.

Exercise:

• Close your eyes and imagine checking your bank account. See the exact number you desire. Feel the excitement, relief, and gratitude. Repeat this visualization daily until it feels natural.

3. Start “Small” (If Necessary)

If manifesting a large sum feels too unbelievable, start with smaller amounts. Once you see success, it’ll boost your confidence for bigger manifestations.

Example:

• Imagine someone gifting you $50. Feel the gratitude for this small win. Gradually increase the amount in your visualizations.

4. Detach From the “How”

One of the biggest blocks in manifesting money is trying to figure out how it will come. Release this need and trust that it will show up in ways you might not expect.

Example Thought Process:

• “I don’t need to know how the money will come. It’s already on its way to me, and I trust the process.”

5. Celebrate Every Sign of Abundance

Gratitude is a powerful magnet for money. Celebrate even small financial wins or gifts—it shows the universe you’re open to receiving.

Exercise:

• Keep a journal and write down every instance of abundance: found coins, discounts, free items, or unexpected income.

6. Release Resistance and Let Go

After affirming and visualizing, let go of the need to control or obsess over the outcome. Trust that the money is already yours.

Mantra to Use:

• “It’s already done. I trust the process.”

7. Use Anchors for Believability

If you find it hard to believe in “money appearing out of nowhere,” anchor it to a realistic scenario that makes it feel more natural.

• For example: “I might receive an unexpected refund, a gift, or someone may offer me a financial opportunity.”

This doesn’t limit possibilities but helps your subconscious accept the idea of money arriving.

Suggested Action Plan

1. Spend 5–10 minutes daily visualizing your bank account with the desired balance. Feel the relief and joy as if it’s already there.

2. Use affirmations throughout the day to reinforce abundance.

3. Write down all your abundance wins to shift your focus to gratitude.

4. Relax, let go of the “how,” and trust the process.

You’ve already proven to yourself that the Law of Assumption works—this is no different. Shift your energy from desperation to trust and abundance. The more you relax and feel that it’s already done, the faster money will flow to you.

[skyborneveggie]

oh my goodness your hanahaki posting is getting to me. do you have more specific thoughts on a (lawlight?) hanahaki au? flower symbolism, logistics of the illness progression/timeline, etc.? do they both get it, do they ever get over it, is this the ultimate doomed flower sickness yaoi??? The People (me) wanna know!!!

Omg thank you so much for asking because I have SO many thoughts!!! I'm currently writing a fic on this & it was supposed to be just a little plot bunny thing, but then the implications hanahaki would have for Light's psyche kept running on & on & on in my mind 😩.

To start with, I have a bit of an unconventional take when it comes to hanahaki and similar tropes... I have a very strong preference for returning agency to the person experiencing the symptoms, and in that way making hanahaki not about unrequited/unconfessed love, but about emotionally repressing one's own feelings and an inability to be honest with oneself. The body is eating itself, and out of the dead pieces grows a desperate, last chance, unignorable cry for help. For the mind to listen. A beautiful, growing thing that should have been nurtured, becomes murderous. It's a physical manifestation of extreme psychological distress; one that can only be healed by approaching emotional self-acceptance.

In this light, I feel that post-yotsuba Light is PRIME to fall prey to this. He's already the king of repression, and now on top of that he's repressing his grief over L's death to the furthest ends of the earth and back. Light is someone who, as presented in the narrative, is incapable of self-realization. What would he do if he was confronted with irrefutable physical evidence of his own emotions? Is he capable of putting in the work to heal? Is he so compartmentalized that he can pick out this one element of himself and ignore all the other hidden fragments it's tied to? Or are the many fibers of his subconscious too jumbled, too interwoven to be able to separate the strands of his feelings for L out from the mess? If he opens the box to look inward, will the truth of everything else come spilling out? Is it better to live, destroyed by the guilt of the truth of your actions; that you were only ever a mass-murderer and that. is. all? Or is it better to die, in denial, and convince yourself it was martyrdom?

And also like. The absolute shame Light would experience in the mid-to-late stages, when the effects become unconcealable. There's no way he would be able to hide it from the task force for all that time. How does someone who can't abide even the slightest hint of his own imperfection, deal with not only the internal knowledge of his emotional instability, but also the knowledge that everyone else can now see it on him too. The hatred he would feel any time he saw pity in someone's eyes. The feeling of his body betraying his mind, and everything he stands for.

Light is someone that I see as being very disconnected from his body to begin with, existing largely within his own mind, his body nothing more than a vehicle with which to navigate the unimpressive, foggy, distant physical world through. I can imagine that for a very, very long time, he would be in absolute denial about what is happening to him. His mind is the only true thing, and it knows itself better than anything. His body—clunky, stupid, vacuous—is a traitorous and meaningless vessel. It is wrong, it doesn't understand him. It is pulling things from nowhere.

At some point, he has to face the facts, acknowledge the truth about his grief and true feelings for L, and make a intentional decision about his future. There is no more naive & unconscious path forward. It is either a conscious choice to accept the known truth, or a conscious choice to suppress the known truth.

(Also I think Misa's interaction with all of this could be FASCINATING. I'm of the opinion Misa is not truly in love with Light either, and that she uses him as a prop in her own internal agenda to simulate love & normalcy. L is dead, so I don't imagine she'd see him as much of a threat to her built-up fantasy. I do wonder if she would fear for Light as an extension of fearing for herself and her own future without him, or if by nature of it being a slow decline, she would be able to come to terms with it in a toxic kind of way and romanticize the hell out of taking care of her "poor terminally ill boyfriend :(".)

The idea of Light getting hanahaki in the first half while L is still alive is interesting, & one I've thought about far less tbh. I kind of feel like since it is a present, living feeling at that point and hasn't yet become internalized as a past-tense emotional memory, it could be possible for Light to come to terms with his feelings without jeopardizing his internal construct. If it was between life and death, I'm certain he would choose life in that case. But I'm not sure that it would deter him from killing L in the end.

And perhaps this goes without saying, but if the operation was available in this theoretical universe, pre-yotsuba Kira!Light would recognize & get it all ripped out right away out of necessity, to prevent himself from being compromised under pressure of the game. Post-yotsuba Light, with the threat of immediacy removed and dull fog of mundanity descended over him, would have more time to linger in denial. (I am trying to decide, for my fic, whether it is believable that Light could be so deep in denial that he could let himself get to the point where the flowers and vines have inextricably embedded themselves in his system, and the surgery is no longer possible by the time he seeks help; or if his sense of self-preservation outweighs his emotional denial. I would love to hear your opinion on this 🤔) Yotsuba Light is so, so interesting to think about!! He has the highest capacity to heal his hanahaki the natural way, but he is still the same perfectionist, internally unforgiving person. I'm kind of torn as to whether I think he would be able to reach self-realization, or if he would still see his feelings as a weakness and get the flowers taken out. I could see either happening under the right circumstances.

As for L: I feel that L is able to be a lot more emotionally honest with himself than Light is. If he got hanahaki, I think it would fuck him up inside and that it would be despairing, but I also think that he doesn't have an internalized compulsion to lie to himself. He might hate it, but he would be able to accept the truth of his feelings, and banish the flowers by letting the knowledge of it live in his body like a silent, melancholic memento. In this way, L's hanahaki has the potential to be canon compliant. Alternatively, if he did get the surgery, it would be more of a calculated, impersonal decision, one that he might not really want to do but has to for his own best chance at surviving the game. He might be a bit mournful & carry a bit of preemptive regret over it. Unlike Light, who would tear everything out with furious self-loathing.

I could go on even more, but this has already become extremely long 🙈. Thank you for listening to me ramble endlessly haha.

[kobyluu]

PAIRING! kuzan x fem! reader SYNOPSIS! where kuzan is your husband, and you two have a toddler daughter together. WORD COUNT! roughly 0.8k WARNINGS! implied pregnancy, (really brief) mention of poverty, intentional lowercase NOTES! the dividers i used are from dollywons (except the one with my blog name on it)

dad kuzan! who never imagined himself becoming a father, much less a girl dad, when he was younger.

dad kuzan! who, however, quickly changed his mind when he met you all those years ago. when something just clicked, and now he's married to you, and has a daughter together with you.

dad kuzan! who considers both you and his daughter the biggest blessings in his life.

dad kuzan! who thinks that being a girl dad is the most amazing thing ever, and he's so so grateful that he gets to experience it thanks to you blessing him with a daughter.

dad kuzan! who would proudly show off his adorable daughter to his former mentor, telling garp that she is his proudest accomplishment.

dad kuzan! who keeps looking for matching outfits for you and your daughter to wear, because seeing the two most important people in his life wear similar clothes, just makes him smile, especially because his daughter inherited all your pretty physical traits.

dad kuzan! who lets his daughter style his hair however she feels like it, not caring if it looks silly or not. who would always show off his newly aquired hairstyles to you, praising your daughter for how skilled she is already with styling hair despite her young age.

dad kuzan! who always makes it a priority to praise his daughter as much as possible. he feels that positive confirmation will help his daughter develop a healthy confidence in her own abilities, and he just wants his daughter to know how amazing she already is.

dad kuzan! who, whenever your daughter wants to play with camel, will always make sure to keep an eye on her and make sure nothing will happen to her, considering camel's large size and all. it's not that he doesn't trust his giant-sized penguin companion, he's just incredibly overprotective over anyone he cares about, even if he would never admit that.

dad kuzan! who always finds himself smiling whenever he watches you and his daughter play together, even though he doesn't smile that often most of the time. the sight just warms his heart, reminding him of enjoyable domestic moments truly were.

dad kuzan! who would always make sure to mention his family as little as possible to people he doesn't trust, in order to protect them from any danger. unlike some other marine officers, he would never want his daughter to join the marine, simply because he would be too worried about her getting hurt. however, if she did eventually ask him on her own accord to join the marine, of course he would respect her decision.

dad kuzan! who spoils your daughter almost too much at times. while of course you care for your daughter a lot too, you more often than not end up having to be the one to make sure that your daughter won't become too spoiled.

dad kuzan! who just has a major soft spot for his daughter, and he would buy her as many toys or clothes as she wants to have, especially because he himself used to be poor.

dad kuzan! who gives his daughter nothing less than princess treatment, because she deserves only the best.

dad kuzan! who tries to have as much time as possible for his daughter despite his obligations. he would postpone any appointment he has if it overlaps with days he wants to spend with his family.

dad kuzan! whose priority is to try and spend at least one day a week together on a family outing, just doing whatever his daughter wants to do. spending time together as a family is one of his biggest priorities, to make sure that his daughter knows that she's growing up in a healthy household where everyone loves each other.

dad kuzan! who finds himself becoming more and more interested with some of the TV shows his daughter watches, going so far as to just to watch it together with her, even staying awake at times where he'd usually take a nap. if that doesn't make it obvious enough how much he loves his daughter, then he doesn't know what else would. because who else would he go out of his way to miss nap time for, other than you?

dad kuzan! who partakes in any tea party his daughter holds. he would make sure to follow whatever roleplay she's doing of at the moment, and if he'd have to sit at a really tiny table among a group of adorable plushies, or dress up like a princess, then so be it. if it makes his daughter happy, he'll do anything she wants to do.

dad kuzan! who's naturally ecstatic when your daughter is asking for a sibling, saying that 'she wants to have someone who she can play with all the time'. he's obviously more than eager to fulfill his daughter's wish.

dad kuzan! who totally doesn't want another child just because it's an excuse to be even more intimate than usual with you again ever since the birth of your daughter.

[swan2swan]

I love Bleach but the fandom is so ridiculous with their power scaling in regards to other mangas.

“Humans in the Bleach world can’t respond to Spirtual Pressure, so Naruto and Luffy would just get crushed by that” yeah, no, not how it works, guys. Spiritual Pressure is just Haki or Chakra. The Ki from Hunter x Hunter? Same stuff.

Watching Sailor Moon right now and Sailor Pluto just used an attack called “Kronos Typhoon” to make two foes disappear, in a manner that I have to assume meant they were erased from Time Itself. Just because she’s not making the screen shake with her power doesn’t mean she’s not demonstrating a power level at least on-par with a Lieutenant.

[mantisgodsdomain]

On the rare occasions when we talk about the spectre of veganism you can probably physically tell the amount of psychic damage that we take from seeing people throw out any part of a carcass.

[arolesbianism]

Why would I draw or further flesh out the other members of Chou's party when I can instead think abt how all of them play in game and spiral out into making up a shit ton of other game mechanics that do not matter to the actual story

[mcmansionhell]

we've found it folks: mcmansion heaven

Hello everyone. It is my pleasure to bring you the greatest house I have ever seen. The house of a true visionary. A real ad-hocist. A genuine pioneer of fenestration. This house is in Alabama. It was built in 1980 and costs around $5 million. It is worth every penny. Perhaps more.

Now, I know what you're thinking: "Come on, Kate, that's a little kooky, but certainly it's not McMansion Heaven. This is very much a house in the earthly realm. Purgatory. McMansion Purgatory." Well, let me now play Beatrice to your Dante, young Pilgrim. Welcome. Welcome, welcome, welcome.

It is rare to find a house that has everything. A house that wills itself into Postmodernism yet remains unable to let go of the kookiest moments of the prior zeitgeist, the Bruce Goffs and Earthships, the commune houses built from car windshields, the seventies moments of psychedelic hippie fracture. It is everything. It has everything. It is theme park, it is High Tech. It is Renaissance (in the San Antonio Riverwalk sense of the word.) It is medieval. It is maybe the greatest pastiche to sucker itself to the side of a mountain, perilously overlooking a large body of water. Look at it. Just look.

The inside is white. This makes it dreamlike, almost benevolent. It is bright because this is McMansion Heaven and Gray is for McMansion Hell. There is an overbearing sheen of 80s optimism. In this house, the credit default swap has not yet been invented, but could be.

It takes a lot for me to drop the cocaine word because I think it's a cheap joke. But there's something about this example that makes it plausible, not in a derogatory way, but in a liberatory one, a sensuous one. Someone created this house to have a particular experience, a particular feeling. It possesses an element of true fantasy, the thematic. Its rooms are not meant to be one cohesive composition, but rather a series of scenes, of vastly different spatial moments, compressed, expanded, bright, close.

And then there's this kitchen for some reason. Or so you think. Everything the interior design tries to hide, namely how unceasingly peculiar the house is, it is not entirely able to because the choices made here remain decadent, indulgent, albeit in a more familiar way.

Rare is it to discover an interior wherein one truly must wear sunglasses. The environment created in service to transparency has to somewhat prevent the elements from penetrating too deep while retaining their desirable qualities. I don't think an architect designed this house. An architect would have had access to specifically engineered products for this purpose. Whoever built this house had certain access to architectural catalogues but not those used in the highest end or most structurally complex projects. The customization here lies in the assemblage of materials and in doing so stretches them to the height of their imaginative capacity. To borrow from Charles Jencks, ad-hoc is a perfect description. It is an architecture of availability and of adventure.

A small interlude. We are outside. There is no rear exterior view of this house because it would be impossible to get one from the scrawny lawn that lies at its depths. This space is intended to serve the same purpose, which is to look upon the house itself as much as gaze from the house to the world beyond.

Living in a city, I often think about exhibitionism. Living in a city is inherently exhibitionist. A house is a permeable visible surface; it is entirely possible that someone will catch a glimpse of me they're not supposed to when I rush to the living room in only a t-shirt to turn out the light before bed. But this is a space that is only exhibitionist in the sense that it is an architecture of exposure, and yet this exposure would not be possible without the protection of the site, of the distance from every other pair of eyes. In this respect, a double freedom is secured. The window intimates the potential of seeing. But no one sees.

At the heart of this house lies a strange mix of concepts. Postmodern classicist columns of the Disney World set. The unpolished edge of the vernacular. There is also an organicist bent to the whole thing, something more Goff than Gaudí, and here we see some of the house's most organic forms, the monolith- or shell-like vanity mixed with the luminous artifice of mirrors and white. A backlit cave, primitive and performative at the same time, which is, in essence, the dialectic of the luxury bathroom.

And yet our McMansion Heaven is still a McMansion. It is still an accumulation of deliberate signifiers of wealth, very much a construction with the secondary purpose of invoking envy, a palatial residence designed without much cohesion. The presence of golf, of wood, of masculine and patriarchal symbolism with an undercurrent of luxury drives that point home. The McMansion can aspire to an art form, but there are still many levels to ascend before one gets to where God's sitting.

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[swagging-back-to]

started my period in thw middle of my shift yesterday and boy oh boy do i love having giant dried globs of blood in my pubes and pain and stomach issues and acne :) mammals totally arent fucking stupid :))

[fingertipsmp3]

Another thing that’s happening is my ankle decided to grow a bone spur. So that’s fun

[brownbitchshit]

I currently have 700+ followers. And I will urge all of you to read about what is happening in Bangladesh. What has happened in Bangladesh. I am adding irrelevant tags of the fandoms I follow to garner more attention. I apologize in advance.

The government of Bangladesh killed pressumably 950+ people, innocent people, students, all because they demanded a system that will give them government jobs based on merit rather than quota. To suppress the students Sheikh Hasina and its government imposed 5 days of total internet blackout. While imposing this blackout they killed off anyone of the streets. They killed people from helicopters by shooting and throwing grenades. Many kids died in their own homes as the bullet shot them through their window.

Sheikh Hasina and its police took away all the dead bodies and the death registries from the hospital. The official death toll is 200. But various journalistic and medical staff sources confirm the death toll is over 950 in Dhaka alone.

That monster of a PM didn't acknowledge the death of the students. Instead she is crying over the infrastructure vandalism. I request you,rise up and speak out about this. Educate yourself and let other people know. The internet blackout have suppressed the truth at large. The Bangladeshi people are in deep surveillance and the government have made 2000+ arrests on false charges just because they have shared the Information. There is mass fear mongering. I know most of you people are not Bangladeshis and that's why you need to help us and speak up about it. Join your local protests, share the news in your social media, twitter Instagram. I beg you, don't let my people's murderers get away with it. Don't let my people's death be forgotten.

I am attaching some links for you to understand the horror of it all.

This Facebook page Bringing justice to you has documented all the horrors and the massacres that happened on Bangladeshi people. TW : all kinds of blood, gore, death bodies, every single horrible things imaginable but shows what went down.

This ig page is also another page that brings you the horror stories.

https://www.instagram.com/thebangladeshivoice?igsh=YXBpdzQyem54cmZj

Al-Jazeera has been a very credible news source while the Bangladesh was under blackout. They have made several segments. I am attaching the latest one.

UN Human Rights have called out Bangladesh for explanation regarding the crackdown

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Amnesty International's report of Bangladesh government using lethal weapon against its people and mass murder

There are many more contents, proof and videos to show you the horrors that was unfolded in the crackdown. Sheikh Hasina killed her people like insects and violated every single human rights imaginable. Please share these. Support us. Help us. I beg you all.