#listen I just keep thinking about that audio and it sparked this

[finemeal]

DP x DC Prompt #1

You know that scene from HTTYD2? “You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you.” I’ll link it below. Imagine that audio with this prompt:

Bruce remembers Danny fondly. Danny was one of the people that never betrayed him as they trained together after all. But in the end, Bruce failed him. Danny died, and Bruce was left to finish his training without him. When he finally donned Batman, it wasn’t just his parents that motivated him anymore.

That’s why it’s such a shock when, years later, there’s a meta in Gotham. A meta named Phantom, who looks awfully familiar.

(Please @ me if you use this cuz I know y’all are great writers so I’ll wanna read it)

Video: https://youtu.be/ZhKJ8C1Yc_4?si=vKxSHsXDjSoBp6gG

[spikezonebby]

Hi again, sorry i mess it i hope it is right now ^^, a request for song fics could you with tfp optimus prime with the song Shawn Mendes, Camila Cabello - Señorita with a fem!human!reader, genre to Romance?

Senorita - TFP!Optimus Prime/Fem!Human!Reader

Word count: 1,672

Your first meeting had actually been entirely an accident. Optimus knew some humans had an affinity for vehicles, and you were one of them. Even a Prime can only take so much fawning over his grill, rims, or decals before he gets flustered and ends up blowing his cover.

That set the tone pretty well for how your entire relationship with Optimus was going to go. The other Autobots treated their leader with all the grace and dignity deserved of a Prime, but you never let the great title dictate how you treated Optimus. You weren’t ever afraid to speak your mind or ask questions. You questioned his commands, not to undermine him but to genuinely understand and clarify. 

You seemed to find everything Optimus said fascinating, and when he’d watch you he could see the inner gears of your mind chugging along. Picking apart his words and always seeming to know exactly what was on his mind, even when he himself wasn’t entirely sure. You were the probing sort, someone Ratchet often found meddlesome and too-like Miko, but there was a grace to your inquiries. 

Optimus was, perhaps, somewhat shy to admit that he liked it when you asked about his past. Especially when you would ask about the moments that weren’t so great or grave, like his walk home in the evenings from the Hall of Records or his favorite small pleasures. There was something warm, familiar, even humbling to the idea that your two lives weren’t too different.

You used to work at a bookstore and did its inventory, spending hours organizing piles upon piles of books. He would spend cycles listening and sorting through videos and audio files to archive them in their appropriate places. You’d stop on your way home and get a donut and coffee. He’d occasionally indulge and get himself a slice of chrome-alloy cake.

Optimus did not consider himself a poet, nor any other kind of lyrical savant, but he would describe the closeness he felt to you as… magnetic. He found his gaze drawn to you in the room, your laugh made his spark skip in his chassis, and even the persistent hum of the matrix seemed more at ease around you. 

He wondered if, maybe, you knew what you did to him. It certainly seemed like you knew when you’d come close to him and lay on the lower portion of his chassis, just beneath his windshield. It seemed like you knee when you’d find a quiet moment to rest with him in his seldom-used quarters, your whole tiny body level with his face. For someone who could fit in the palm of his servo, you liked to make your physical presence known and tangible. 

He couldn’t say he minded. In fact, that was a thing that brought quite a bit of distress to the poor Prime’s mind in the moments that should be peaceful. The longer he knew you, the more enthralling the pull became. He found himself wondering if you’d hate it if he curled his servo around you, cupping you between his digits like a treasure. He thinks about the scent of your skin and the warmth of your body, should you finally close the distance between them.

You were human. You were fragile. Leaders weren’t built to have fragile things, but protect them regardless.

But he still wanted you. Enough to forgo the logical sense he had to distance himself and instead, let you keep invading his space and his mind. He couldn’t bring himself to stop this.

Not when you invited yourself into his quarters, shimmied your way up to the space on his berth right beside his neck cables and jaw, and built your own little nest of blankets and pillows there. Not when you had so much faith in him, and talked to him about all of the soft things he thought they’d killed in this war.

“That’s Neocybex, right?” You ask, snuggled up beside his audial as he laid on his back, both of you looking on up at the data pad he had in his servos. He pauses in his scrolling through, balancing the stylus in his grip as he tilts the data pad further for you to read.

“Some of it is. Other parts, like here,” He scrolls down, “Are Primal Vernacular.”

“A different dialect or a different language wholly?”

“Neither. Primal Vernacular was the predecessor of the Neocybex all Cybertronians came to speak in modern times. When I was given the Matrix of Leadership and all of its knowledge, I was also gifted the ability to speak and read this ancient Cybertronian language. I find it easier, sometimes, to take notes in.”

You sit up a little, bracing yourself with a hand on his cheek vent. “So you’re the only one that knows how to speak it?”

“Most likely.” Optimus admits, somewhat sullen, “Even before the war, it was considered a dead language on Cybertron. Transcriptions existed of people speaking the language but as Neocybex became more common, it simply was lost to time.”

You hum, and leaning this close to them, he can feel the way the small sound rumbles up through your chest.

“Teach me. At least a word or two. Something I can remember.”

“You wish to learn Neocybex? I do not know if your organic vocalizer can reproduce the sound.”

“No, no! Primal Vernacular! The letters almost remind me of… Arabic. That’s a human language so, surely I can wrap my head around some of that.”

His spark warms at that, your enthusiasm contagious. It couldn’t hurt to attempt it, it would be a good excuse to brush up on his own pronunciation.

“Ṣdyq,” He begins. “It means ‘friend.’ And if you begin it with Rjl, it becomes ‘brother.’”

“Oh so it has different rules than Earth’s version of Arabic.”

“Yes. It is fascinating, is it not? That humans have taken such an old language and made it their own?”

“Yeah, it’s kind of nice in a way. Makes things feel less…” You fish around in your thoughts for the proper word, then hum. “Lonely. Yeah. So… Rjl… Ṣdyq… means ‘brother.’ How do you say ‘sister,’ then?”

Optimus’ lip plates quirk into the shallow shape of a smile, spark warmed by your botched attempt to match his pronunciation. 

“The translations of the words are different based on their cultural meanings. Cybertronians are very rarely forged with siblings, so ‘brother’ means something closer to ‘ally.’ A feminine version of the word didn’t appear until very late, when femmes started to become more prominent. It was very rarely used though, mostly due to the… intimate implications of the word. I once listened to an interview with a linguist on the matter and he theorized that it was coined initially by Megatronus Prime of the Thirteen, as a term of endearment Solus Prime. It’s ‘Ạmrạ̉ẗ Ṣdyq.’”

Now that has you fascinated.  Optimus often chose his words carefully, using them as a tool for peace and command just as often as he used his own two servos. With you, conversation came easier. Optimus only had a select few people whom he knew and trusted to allow him to talk so easily.

You stood up, keeping one hand against his jaw as you walked around him. He could feel you use him to steady your steps as you hoisted yourself up onto his neck cables. You were so light he hardly felt the pressure at all. Instinctively his servo came down to gently cup behind your back, fearing you might fall off.

“What are you doing?” He asks, but he doesn’t sound irritated. Worried maybe, curious mostly.

“I want to see the way your mouth moves when you say those words.”

It’s an innocent goal, he insists it is. A request to turn on his first level of cooling fans pops up on his HUD view. He almost denies it, then worries that he might grow too warm for you to touch. In the end he does allow them to kick on and wholly misses the way it makes you smirk.

“Come on, boss. Say ‘em.” You coax, resting your folded arms against his chin, “Please?”

Optimus looks down past his nose, examining your face as his fans cycle a little faster. Right, it would be rude to refuse you whatever small teaching aid he could offer. Even if it was unorthodox.

“Ṣdyq.” He says. You lean forward a bit, watching the way his lips move with every sound. “‘Friend.’”

“Uh-huh.”

“Rjl Ṣdyq.” You reach out and trail your tiny fingers across his bottom lip. Optimus loses his train of thought.

“Which means?” You prompt him, feigning forgetfulness.

“Ah, ‘ally.’” He can see the way you bounce a little when he swallows the thick lump forming in the back of his intake.

“Cool, cool.” When had you gotten so close to him? And it didn’t seem like you minded at all as you even used his servo balancing you from behind to boost yourself up and lay across the flat plane of his chin. 

He says your name softly. His data pad is forgotten in favor of clutching onto the tarp and padding on the berth beneath him.

“And what’s the last one?”

“Ạmrạ̉ẗ Ṣdyq,” When had he started to feel so breathless? Like his fans weren’t cycling enough air.

“Mmmhm… I like that one. There’s something about the way you say it. Say it again, please?”

“Ạmrạ̉ẗ Ṣdyq,” He says again, just so he can hear the joy on your voice when you giggle, “Ạmrạ̉ẗ Ṣdyq. And it means– mhm?”

Before he can even finish his statement, your small, warm lips press to his bottom lip, silencing him quicker and easier than even the sound of blaster fire. His servo cups closer behind you and he knows he should stop this, he knows he doesn’t deserve this, but you make it so, so clear you want to give it to him.

And in the end… who was he to deny his Ạmrạ̉ẗ Ṣdyq?

[5five5five5five5five5five]

please old man/bookclub five headcanons, I loved ur last post about him!

hope you're feeling okay :]

Gasp!

I'm going to assume normal bookclub bc idk what s4 "bookclub" is. But I can totally ramble off about him in a casual club for books.

*he reads the books too fast and gets more peeved at the others who end up going very very slow. If someone doesn't finish a book, he admittly makes a comment "why are you in a book club if you can't finish a book is beyond me but-" old man shrug. It's not a fight worth having, he's just being a dick.

* brings the members strawberries and other fresh produce when he can. He likes showing off the stuff he grows and brings snacks.

*gets REALLY into the books. It's like he gets a micro fandom to be in every month. He reads it though like 3 times and then listens to the audio book once. Looks up if there's anything else. Maybe even discovers fanfiction...but he tries not to get that desperate.....he's read a few for particularly addictive books.

*has given a huge ramble about how the Great Gatsby would have been better and a lot of stuff settled if Gatsby and caraway kissed. He does it so casually too like he's not trying to make a progressive point or spark bigger queer discussion. He just genuinely thinks that's the answer to the book. More man kissing.

* speaking of, the more queer books they end up reading, the more he questions his everything. He probably has gone up to Viktor about stuff in these books and try to weasel out a "no it's not like that. Your totally a normal cishet man five." but neh it's ALWAYS "yeah that seems very realistic to the queer existence. Why so curious?" And he ends up not being able to admit he connects with said books. Viktor knows but he's not going to hound his brother any time soon. Five knows once he leaves the closet,there's people waiting to be supportive.

*the old ladies there can't stop babying him. He tries very hard to be as old man and as mature as he can but they don't listen and pinch his cheeks and pat his head. He is trying to do less sudden grandma wrist breaking to he takes it for the most part. They can be wrong. He will keep doing what he does. And he hates to admit the attention from women in his age range is nice. Sad he can't make any moves.

* for the holidays the bookclub goes caroling. Five isn't a fan but tags along. They most likely end up at one of his siblings houses and he gets cold feet. They can't see him in a dorky sweater and singing. Last Christmas he threw a fit about sweaters. But if he doesn't move, the club will leave him in the snow. Ruthless old farts.

Allison answers the door. Around 5 old people, 4 local parents and......five??? They stare daggers at eachother as five poorly sings oh holy night with the group. Then leaves. The other members noticed the tension but didn't want to say much.

*Lila tried to join once to get 'in' with the parents that are involved but was so booooored. "Five, no one should be having this much fun talking this much about a book. Period. Im almost concerned that you have finally gone senial."

*if five didn't like a book, he makes a PowerPoint on why and how. He is very detailed in his opinions. He wishes the others would do the same but no body can match his freak.

*he brings mr. Pennycrumb with him bc service dog and everyone there loves him.

* I think everyone assumes five is just a very lonely mentally or physically ill young man and try there best to be nice. He isn't fond of there borderline pity but he enjoys there company none the less.

* Diana from the PTA makes the best lemon cookies. Five eats more than he should.

*on top of book club, they like to take outings together to walk around and see the community. Do easy elderly friendly geocashes and eat at local cafes. Five likes when they go to the library because then they can snoop around for more books.

I hope you like these :3

[stickytrigger69]

If you don't mind may I have a G1 soundwave with a Cybertronian gn reader? Lets say that soundwave has a crush on reader but doesn't know how to confess, so he drops hints about it but reader probably thinks he's joking and laughs it off and he just gets really frustrated until he realizes someone else likes you and gets more nervous and stress and the way he confesses is up to you :)

G1 Soundwave x GN Cybertronian Reader

Reader is gender neutral

Bot instead of mech or femme

Readers frame type, paint job, etc are unspecified.

(designation) = your name

I hope you like it

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Soundwave was sitting alone listening to your voice recordings while looking out the window at the strange ocean dwellers. After the ship has been underwater for so long, there were finally personal quarters again. The repairs and draining had taken longer than expected, but that was anticipated what with Starscream fumbling many of Megatrons plans and even some humans getting in the way of things. Your voice is unlike any of the others and certainly not like his own monotonous one. It does wonders to soothe him, especially in person, recordings just don't do you justice, both visual and audio recordings fail you.

You're such a polite bot as well, using a softer voice when speaking to comrades, even if they were getting on your last nerve. You were patient with the mechs you lived with that you fought with, many of which would tease you for your kind nature. They would sometimes sneer at you and call you an autobot but you'd just stand there and kindly remind them where you are and that you are where you have chosen to be, where you were chosen to be. Soundwave had often seen Megatron stand behind you to scare them off, or his cassettes would stand by your side or even in front of you to snark back on your behalf. Soundwave also took his turn defending you whenever the opportunity presented itself.

He always relished in the praise and gratitude you would give to him. Your small, tired smile was what he was after the most, though. A look that said that you don't mind his monotony, that you don't just think he's cold and empty, one that, to his knowledge, is reserved only for him.

"Oh, Soundwave, can you help me with -" Your calm voice sounds in his audials while a bouyant creature with dozens of tentacles jumps around in front of the window. The way his spark swells when you call his name, when you ask for him before anyone else is nearly painful. If only you took him seriously, you never believe him when he tells you things, like how you have the nicest paint job on the ship or the nicest optics. It makes him feel sad when he's by himself like he is now, but when it happens in front of him he tends to get a little grumpy, he loves you so much but you are so oblivious to his advancements that he has started to think you have begun to ignore them on purpose.

*knock-knock*

He stops the audio recordings and heads to the door. When it opens, Ravage quickly walks in and goes to lay next to the window to rest. He watches the feline for a moment before turning to the bot at his door. You stand there with a large smile on your face as you watch Ravage get comfy. When you're content, you look up into Soundwaves visor, smile beaming on him.

"Thank you for trusting me with him. He's very pleasant to work with. He didn't get hurt or anything either, I promise." Soundwave feels like he's melting. The respect you show him and his cassettes, his companions, is more than anyone else cares to give. He just stands there for a little while, just looking you in the optics, slowly forgetting what you were here for. Your smile doesn't waver. You just continue to look at him. He tries so hard to control himself, to keep from invading your privacy, but it's so difficult.

He wants to know, needs to know what you're thinking when you're looking at him the way you are now. But he respects and cares for you too much to allow himself the selfish pleasure. Being so close to you, though, it's incomparable to anything that could bring anyone bliss.

"Query: will you join me?" Soundwave steps aside, making more room in the doorway. You make a silly face. You look so confused, but he knows you're just thinking about what to say.

"Oh," Soundwave suddenly gets a little worried. You look down the hall, contemplating, " Sure, I can stay a while." With a shrug of your shoulders, your helm snaps back at him, a new smile on your face, and you go inside. His curiosity gets the better of him, so he decides to ask you the burning question.

"Do you have somewhere you need to be?" You stare at the floor when you turn your head toward him.

"I mean, kind of. Thundercracker said he wanted to spend some time with me, but I'm in no rush to go see him right now." You spin back around to sit on the chair at his desk. Thundercracker? He hardly ever spends time with anyone unless it's Skywarp or Starscream. Hmmm, that's an interesting development in your social circle. He'll have to have one of his cassettes watch you two for him.

"I am glad you decided to stay with me," your optics widen a little, and your smile stretches across your face, helm lowering, "I really enjoy your company, (designation)."

"Well," you chuckle and rub the back of your neck, "I like spending time with you too, Soundwave, and with your little ones as well." Ravage peeks open an optic to look at you but closes it after looking you up and down.

"Aww, that's cute, 'little ones', you hear that Frenzy?" Rumble jumps out from Soundwaves chassis, his red twin following close behind, making you laugh some more.

"I thought you two were out on a mission?" They look at you then eachother then back to you.

"Nah, we thought we'd stick around-"

"-Yeah, 'sides, we got somethin' to tell ya anyway." Frenzy finishes Rumbles sentence, you love how they do that, smiling fondly at the two. They look at Soundwave, mischievous smiles that waver from "the look," and they decide against it. When they look back at you and see the big smile on your face, they decide to just tell you about what Ravage said the other day.

They start telling you about it, but Soundwave doesn't listen. Instead, he stares at you, watches the way your smile sparkles, and how your optics squeeze shut when you laugh really hard. Ravage starts growling at the two little mechs, and you reach down to pick him up, placing him on your lap. Servos run along his smooth plating, trying to calm him down as you take his side, making the twins laugh and tease. Soundwave later moved to sit on the berth in an attempt to get closer to you. He leans closer and closer with time, petting Ravage as well.

His servo brushes against yours every once in a while, but you don't seem to pay any mind to it. Thankfully, he wears his visor and mouth plate at all times, so you can't see when he looks at you or smiles when your servos touch. Eventually, you do have to leave, but he can tell that you don't really want to. You've gotten comfortable with Soundwave and the others. A ping pops up on your HUD, Thundercracker wants to know if you're going to hang with him or not.

His message makes you smile and shake your helm side to side, deciding you should go see what he wants. You hold onto Ravage before you stand, his little legs go limp, allowing you to hold his weight completely. Soundwave stands with you.

"I gotta go, hehe, I forgot about Thundercracker. Thanks for letting me hang out for a little Soundwave, I always have the most fun with you and the little ones." You hold Ravage out in front of you, letting Soundwave take hold of him. His servos purposefully touch yours as he stares into your optics.

"I understand, I always enjoy your company as well." A small chuckle escapes you, optics boring into his visor.

"Thank you again, Soundwave." The blue mech only nods, watching you turn and leave his room. Ravage is still extended out in front of him from when he took him from you.

"Ravage: new mission: observe and report." Ravage looks at him and gives a curt nod before jumping from his servos and leaving through the door.

"Why don't you just tell 'em boss?" Rumble asks, watching the door shut.

"Yeah? I mean," Frenzy looks up at the blue mech, "you are the best bot here."

"Yeah, if anyone here deserves that bot, it's you." It's Rumble's turn to look up at him. The large mech doesn't look at them, though. He just continues to stare at the door. He can tell, feel, that they are telling the truth, he knows its their honest feelings, and that offers reassurance. Soundwave knows that all of his cassettes feel that way. He often hears them talking about it when he's not around. He's even heard them say it bluntly to the other decepticons.

'If anything, Soundwave is the only mech here who has a chance with 'em' they say and it always makes him feel pride swell within his chassis. When he finally looks down to the twins he see their concerned faces, he puts his servo up in reassurance and lays down on his berth trying to focus in on you and Thundercracker. He knows Ravage is there too, listening as closely as possible without being spotted; Soundwave can feel Thundercracker and hear his thoughts and Ravage can see him. The way Thundercracker is thinking about you, feeling about you, is more than enough to make Soundwave want to storm over there and whisk you away from him and bring you back in here.

The blue flyer is only thinking about how beautiful your frame is while completely ignoring your pleasant company. None of what you are saying is really sinking in. His thoughts and feelings are of the status you could bring him. He does have one thing right in his processor, though, and that is that you are the best bot in all the decepticon ranks, the most attractive and overall best of all of them. Thundercracker thinks that if he has you, he will climb socially. His thoughts of parading you around like a trophy or a medal really upsets him because you're more than that. You are worth more than that. You deserve more than that.

He called Ravage back earlier than he had initially thought he would, but he had heard and felt enough that he doesn't even want to know how the flier was looking at you. He continued to listen to you both the whole time you talked. He even continued to listen to you as you went into your room and laid down on your berth to recharge just to make sure you weren't left unhappy oe uncomfortable from the time you spent with the other mech. But you weren't, you were content and buzzing with happiness, you love spending time with your friends, but Soundwave feels a little sad that you feel that way mostly because you were spending time with Thundercracker.

Now that you and Thundercracker have gotten closer, he thinks he can do everything with you, shadowing you throughout the day and always checking in on you through comms. You were reporting to Soundwave when Thundercracker showed up placing a servo on your shoulder affectionately. You turn your helm to say a small 'hi' before immediately turning back to Soundwave to continue your report. Thundercracker is filled to the brim with complacent energy as he stares into Soundwaves visor, servo holding onto you tightly. He does this whenever you talk to anyone and gets close to you in an attempt to prove that you've been claimed.

Though Soundwave knows for certain that you have not proclaimed yourself to him and Thundercracker hasn't been brave enough to even ask you. It's Thundercrackers' pompous attitude that has finally begun to wear Soundwave down, and you've noticed. You pulled him aside the other day and asked what was wrong. He replied smoothly with flattery and something about not having time to see you lately, which made you giggle.

"Well, I have some free time tomorrow if you want to hang out then?" You give him a soft smile, and he suddenly feels lighter.

"I thought we were hanging out tomorrow?" Thundercracker rudely interrupts, slinging his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. How hadn't Soundwave heard him come up or even begin to approach? Again, anger boils up from within him, and he acts upon impulse. For him, it feels like he's moved the fastest he ever has, but for you, everything happens at half speed, his servos taking hold of your shoulders gently tugging on you, pulling you from Thundercracker. His mouthpiece slides away slowly to reveal his handsome derma, a servo leaves your shoulder to rest behind your helm, and before you know it, your faces are so close, your derma are pressed to his.

Your optics are blown wide with shock, and you stare into his red visor. Thundercracker is complaining in the background, but you can't hear him, and neither can Soundwave. Soundwave can feel your frame warming up. He finally pulls away to look at you. Your optics are half lidded, and derma parted slightly. Thundercracker is talking to Soundwave still, saying that you're his and that he wants to fight with Soundwave.

"Thundercracker," your optics stay on Soundwaves visor, "I don't belong to anyone, but you can leave us. We have some things to discuss." Thundercracker is at a loss for words and just turns around and leaves, stomping grumpily away. You're still in his arms, looking into his red visor. "You were flirting with me that whole time." You say it as a statement rather than a question, as if you've just realized. Soundwave chuckles and nods.

"I have. Have you just been oblivious, or have you been ignoring it?" He smirks.

"I never noticed, I just thought, well, you were just being friendly." His smile widens. It was oblivion then. How cute.

"I have deep feelings for you (designation), I tried telling you-"

"Subtle hints?"

"Yes, I thought you would have noticed." He nods. "Is this okay? Do you like me as well?" Worry course's through him again.

"Yes, yes, it's okay, and I do, I like you too." You confess. He feels like he could fly. He presses his helm against yours, smiling softly.

"Query: will you be mine?"

"Yes, I will. I'm yours." You beam at him.

After that, you've been inseparable, at base and in the field, no one has or can come between you two. You tend to fuss over him after solo missions, taking care of him and the little ones. You love him so much, and it scares you to think he could die at the hands of an autobot. But you know better. He's stronger and smarter than just about everyone. If Megatron were to fall, Soundwave would be your first pick as the new leader, and not just because he's your lover.

Not only are you the best in the field, but you're the best when Megatron isn't around, ruling and fighting as a pair.

[cyber-skeletons]

hiii:>>>

6 + 9 + 5 for megatron, 1 + 10 for Optimus, and/or 13 + 4 for both:333

hc game

HI FRIEND!!!!!! Once more you have come to bless us with asks I see <333 Sooooo sorry for how late this is, things got busy and stayed busy

Megatron:

6) Something they lost, but would love to have back

My god. I've seen some HEAVY answers to this one and I love toying around with those, but as for what I actually believe in:

Terminus.

9) What calms them when they are upset. 

When she's angry and frustrated, she likes to destroy things. Sometimes those things are people. As for sadness and fear, I'm running away with my age regression headcannon again and saying that she likes to hide under a weighted blanket and listen to a safe, trusted love one's spark pulse as they rock her. If there's no one she considers safe, she'll play an audio file of some random spark pulse and pretend someone loves her.

5) A cherished personal belonging. 

During the war, she tried to keep no sentimental belongings ("no attachments"), but after, when she's in recovery, she holds onto the first thing given to her as a genuine act of kindness and belief in her goodness. (In IDW, a Rodimus Star; in Earthspark, a "live laugh love" framed photo of her and Dot; etc.)

Optimus:

1) Something this character is truly proud of.

Can it be someone? Because my first thought was "Bumblebee." Yes I'm on the "Dadtimus" hype train, but more than just the simple cuteness I genuinely think Optimus's pride manifests in the lives he manages to guide and protect for the better

10) How they deal with pain. 

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck you just had to hit me with this didn't you. damn. well. The answer is that he ignores it. Optimus is the #1 target of Ratchet's wrath when he comes in with three rust infections and a completely stripped joint because he played the "I'm fine, tend to others first" game for too long. It's to the point of self harm. And mental pain???????? OH, BUDDY. He just meditates on the Matrix until he loses his sense of self and slips into a state of dissociation so deep that he can function again. Sometimes he implodes and has a 2-hour meltdown in his quarters and then he just starts the buildup all over again.

Both:

13) What kind of parent they would be. 

Crying weeping foaming at the mouth clawing at the walls shaking like a little dog. Them as parents is. everythign 2 me

Anyway, Megatron is a hot mess. He oscillates wildly between being the "fun dad" and the helicopter parent. Always obsessed with knowing exactly where they are at any given moment, if their surroundings are safe, if he can trust other mechs to so much as look at them... the moment that sparkling emerges, he's unlocked an entirely new level of PTSD. Also, because he grew up with "wire mother" instead of "cloth mother," he's VERY screwed in the head and doesn't know how to give affection at first. He shows his love through acts of service and protection until he finally adjusts enough to hug and cuddle. When their sparkling becomes a teen, that's when he really hits his stride. He handles the rebellious streak and the angst with an almost supernatural grace and shocking empathy and patience.

Optimus meanwhile is a tempering, nurturing force right out of the gate. He is the Snugglemaster, always willing to provide praise and affirmations. However, he is also just as paranoid as Megatron about their safety and is also a helicopter parent. That sparkling is 2000% homeschooled and has next to NO privacy. He absolutely gets cornered by the likes of Elita and Bumblebee staging an intervention that he's going to crush his bitlet if he doesn't open up that iron grasp, and that Megatron needs a counterweight. After that, Optimus absolutely earns those "#1 Dad" mugs, and even gets Megatron to chill tf out. It's the teenage years he has to watch out for. He struggles adjusting to his sparkling's new interests and struggles and he tries but man... it takes him a long time to break out of seeing his little one with Permababy Syndrome.

4) What they would do if they had one month to live. 

Megatron is no holds barred fighting it with all her might. She'll spend the entire month searching for a cure or a solution, she'll struggle and rage and defy it every step of the way, even if it means leaving her loved ones in a time of peace. She will never go gently into that good night. It is her nature to rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Optimus, if he's not going "finally," then he's using that time to give as much closure to others as he can. Making happy memories with loved ones, tying loose ends, building things. He's already written like three separate speeches for this day, a la "when I am gone, do not lament my absence" and "when you look up at the stars, think of one of them as my spark."

[megamuscle885-blog]

My apologies to the Wormies following me, but I'm re-listening to the Wheel of Time audio book(s) and I just got to the Seanchan and I'm going to explode if I don't talk about how much I fucking hate them. Spoilers for Wheel of Time (but honestly it's 15 books I'm not going to force you to read all of them first.)

CW: Fascists. Sexual abuse/violence.

They're fascists. Unambiguously. They enslave just about everyone and everything they meet. They expect complete strangers to know their intricate ways under pain of death. Anyone they can't kill for convenience they torture in their every waking moment. They conquer people, then let them walk around armed because of their brutal arrogance that lets them murder anyone not cowed into submission.

Damane are enslaved, treated like animals, have their hands and tongues cut off if there is a risk to their owner's secrets, and despite the apparent Seanchan cultural shame of having sex with one, treated akin to bestiality, I seriously doubt that there aren't members of the Blood that have raped Damane. When women are under institutional power to the degree that the Seanchan have placed women who can channel under, women who are already treated like animals, or as it's said in the text; "Like a piece of furniture or a tool", women are victimized. Some of these women have been enslaved for hundreds of years, some have been captured as teenagers, and the ones holding their literal chains are also women who can channel that simply didn't have the initial spark that doomed the other women in the first place. By all technicality, each and every Suldam, including the Seanchan Heir apparent are Marath'damane themselves. The only fucking reason that Tuon doesn't get collared herself is because the text needs her to commit her forces to the Last Battle. It would only take a little thinking and her entire court could supplant her.

I hate every single facet of their existence. Their empire is under constant rebellion, but not a single fucking one of the Seanchan characters thinks it's at all odd that people are constantly rising up in defiance of a totalitarian state as merciless and cruel as theirs. It's treated as a bad thing that darkfriends cause the collapse of the mainland Seanchan Empire, the death of the Empress, and the complete anarchy that follows.

My sole consolation is the knowledge that every empire falls, that my headcanon for the aftermath of Wheel of Time means that the Seanchan collapse entirely. Their mainland is embroiled in a total civil war, armed with rampaging, angry magical nukes, scouring everything of life. Their new empire is headed by a woman who can channel, and every enslaved and conquered person in their invader empire can theoretically flee into the free lands of the east, including any women who can channel. If anyone figures out that the A'dam would work on Tuon, she's fucked and so is Matt and the Seanchan settler empire. There is no way that the Seanchan can keep hunting Marath'damane with the entire rest of the world has organizations of channelers that they can flee to, and the Dragon's Peace to keep the nations from killing each-other.

The worst part about listening to the Seanchan chapters is having to pause every ten minutes or so and get angry about something new being so cartoonishly evil, while the Seanchan shrug off criticism as if it's somehow natural to murder and enslave everything you can see and people who don't just don't understand their ways, which are better than everyone else.

And we're supposed to accept that Tuon is somehow gentler with her Damane. As if that's a fucking high bar to clear. Hypocritical bitch. Fuck you.

Maybe they'll tone it down for the TV show, but I already have so many problems with the show that I probably won't watch it. Amazon will not do the books justice, and they've abbreviated and changed so much it's barely the same tone or characters. That can be another rant for another day.

[cyberrat]

80th Batch Of Fics: 14th Fill

Alastor/Vox – Part 1/2 – shibari; degradation/humiliation kink – Alastor wants to make sure that Vox stops watching him at every turn, but he might just shoot himself in the foot with this one.

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“Where is he? Where the fuck is he?!” Vox slams his fist down on the keyboard, eyes frantically scanning the screens filling the wall.

They all show every single inch of the Pride ring in rapid succession, but one notable fucker is yet to be seen. He saw him leave the premises of that stupid, fucking hotel, but he vanished in the blink of an eye and has yet to reappear.

“Where are you, you slippery little-”

“Are you talking about me, per chance?”

Vox has only a split second to register that fuck awful old-timey, staticky voice before his world is upended, as black tendrils grab him and rip him into the air. White hot pain lances through him as panels along his body are pried open and delicate cables inside are ripped out into the open.

He can feel his face glitching out, a shrill whistling noise briefly filling his audio receptors as the pain overwhelms him for a moment.

When the flare up dies down and he manages to bring his surroundings back into focus, he’s hanging awkwardly, helplessly in the air, bound by his own cables. His information center around him is dead, not a single spark of electricity running through it. All the light in the immediate space is coming from his own face, wildly moving about and causing the shadows to dance as he tries to find his bearings.

All in all, the whole maneuver has taken maybe ten seconds at max. It was swift and smooth and so Alastor that it immediately brings his blood back to a boiling point.

Alastor.

That prick is standing an arm’s length away, fingers tapping jauntily on the crown of his cane and a satisfied smirk plastered across his face.

“How the… how the fuck did you get in here?!”

Alastor’s smile widens. It looks like it could split his goddamn head in two, which is not that bad of a look, to be honest. He takes a step closer, lifting his cane and putting it beneath Vox’ screen to tip it up a little.

“That is a good question, is it not? I think I will keep that little secret to myself. It is quite… useful if I need to talk to you. Like I do now. So prick up your… ears, I suppose, and listen up good, hmn?” He does not wait for an answer – which would have been filled full of rage and vitriol anyway – and continues: “I very much do not appreciate you snooping around behind me, my dear… friend.”

He speaks the word with such gusto that it makes Vox shiver. He tries to pull away from Alastor’s cane, but that only manages to make him lightly rock inside his own bindings, sending more shockwaves of pain through his systems.

“I do neither enjoy the feeling of your little zippy-zaps, nor do I like your eyes constantly on my person. It makes things a tad difficult. You have to understand that I am a busy person and do not have time to constantly play with you, yes?”

Vox grits his teeth, body feeling hot and prickly from the condescending tone Alastor has chosen to take with him. It is as if the asshole is talking to a damn child.

“I am going to crush you beneath my heel once I get my hands on you,” Vox hisses at him.

Alastor cocks his head, eyes briefly flicking over Vox’ person.

“What heel, my friend? You are quite exposed at the moment, I assure you.”

Vox halts at that. It takes him a moment to realize that Alastor is… right. What little clothes remain on his person are ripped to shreds, probably during the brief attack that had so thoroughly incapacitated him that he is in danger of blue screening from the sheer rage just thinking about it.

Vox looks at Alastor – and Alastor looks back at him, his head steadily starting to cock to the side yet again, heavy lidded eyes sliding from Vox’ face down along his body.

There’s a twitch in his brows and his sharp grin looks a little stiff as he says: “Forgive me for my ignorance, but this seems grossly unsuited for the current situation, does it not?”

Vox has no idea what he is talking about until he starts to extend his cane, his facial expression pinched and on the verge of downright disgusted. Vox knows what he is talking about just a split second before the end of his cane nudges his cock slightly.

He’s sporting a fat erection. Had been the whole morning during his search of this very fuckhead currently standing just a claw-swipe away.

Heat suffuses him and the faint smell of burning plastic starts to permeate the air.

Vox reacts in the only way he knows how: by aggressively pushing forward.

“Oh fuck you, you old timey piece of shit! Just because you can’t get it up anymore- I mean it’s not because of you, don’t get it fucking twisted, okay?! I’ve been pent up because Val’s been out and not putting out, and-”

“Disgusting. You really are excited right now, are you not?” Alastor’s voice is quiet. He speaks like he has not heard a word that Vox had said, his eyes still trained on the long, vaguely curved cock.

It’s one of Vox’ favorites; ribbed along the shaft and the tip glowing a cool blue ooze of pre-cum whenever he gets excited like he is now.

Vox hates his reaction go the asshole. How electricity fizzles through his body and he can feel a small glitch forming on his face. He turns his head away so Alastor wouldn’t see, but his voice his already beginning to get away from him.

“It’S noT bEcause of You!”

“Hm.” Alastor doesn’t say more, but there is so much in that derisive little sound, letting Vox know that he’s been way too fucking transparent, that he’s about to combust.

He begins to struggle again, trying to rip himself down from the vines holding his cables like a puppet master. He only manages to get himself even more twisted up, his heels almost touching the backs of his thighs and his arms twisted more behind his back. He’s a neat little package at the complete mercy of the Radio Demon.

The thought comes straight out of his nightmares.

Alastor nudges Vox’ erection once more with his cane before pulling it away and lightly tapping it into the palm of his hand. His expression is one of… mild entertainment at best, and his next words prove just that: “I had been planning on a nice breakfast with an old friend of mine, but I might have to postpone that to see where this farce is going.

It interests me: just how far are you depraved animals willing to go for a kick? How long will you keep this pitiful little display-” here he jerks his chin in the direction of Vox’ desperate erection, “up, I wonder. I had known you to be pathetic, but this is a quite fascinating new low that I am willing to explore instead of a truly delightful little dinner date.”

Vox just stares at him, horror slowly dawning on him as he realizes just how deep he’s in shit right now; especially feeling how obediently his body reacts to Alastor’s undivided attention.

Alastor huffs a little laugh. A black chair materializes behind him and he sits down without looking for it, crossing one leg over the other.

“Well then. What show are you going to offer me today, Vox, dear friend?”

[petitelepus]

Hello! 👋 Could I get a yandere, normal and Humans are cute au! Transformers Prime matchup (as a human), please? 🐅 I've read the rules and I hope that I didn't do anything wrong by accident (and counted the words right!).

I'm 18+ and transmasc, so nsfw is fine. Gotta love the big alien bots! I use he/him or they/them pronouns. I'm demisexual and attracted to men.

I'm a deeply emotional and usually quiet person. More of a listener than a talker unless I'm really comfortable with somebody. I like listening to what other people have to say and if possible limit my company to one person at a time. My main love language is physical touch and words of affirmation are a close second. I believe good communication to be the foundation of any relationship. My personality type is INFP.

My main interests are art (painting, sculpting - traditional mediums) and video games as well as exploring the human mind through works of fiction. I really like immersing myself in new and different worlds - sci-fi and fantasy genres are wonderful! Sometimes I write things on the side or make ocs for myself. I also really like densely green areas and like visiting forests whenever I get the chance to. I also like electronic music - synthwave. I ADORE tabletop RPGS! I like making a character and then acting them out. I prefer audio books over reading and I have poor eyesight (near sighted).

Dislikes: children, loud noises, crowds, being approached from behind or surrounded, being yelled at (I will cry.), having to wake up early, hot weather

Breakdown is Yandere for you!

Breakdown absolutely adores how small you are. Decepticons hold no love for humans or any organics for that matter, but you have a special place in this Con's Spark.

He will tell you stories about the Bots and Cons he has fought against and how they never stood chance against him. Only one has been able to match his strength and that was this green Autobot called Bulkhead, but Breakdown doesn't talk about his losses since he wants to stay as the strongest Mech in your mind.

He will happily hug you if it makes you happy and keep you close by. If he let you out of his sight even for a second, you might be trampled by some Vehicon or worse, try to contact Autobots and attempt to leave Breakdown.

The Con warrior isn't the most artistic but he enjoys watching you do what you like. Video games are new to him also, but if you show him fighting games he is SOLD. Humans have virtual fighting simulators? So cool!

Breakdown is interested in your games and having your own characters, but if things get too complicated for him to understand, he usually spaces out.

It's easy to forget when you are around him that he is a ruthless Decepticon warrior and an extremely protective one at that. If anyone even looks at you in a funny way, he has his hammer out and is threatening the guy and literally making them beg for their life. No, they shouldn't beg from him but from you!

If Breakdown thinks that the apology isn't good enough he sees nothing wrong in teaching the Con or Bot some manners. He is just looking out for you.

I match you with Bumblebee!

You're one of the few people who can understand Bumblebee, but what draws him towards you is how you perk up when something you like is being discussed about.

Raf was just one day talking about how he thought about getting into some RPG games and you light up like a newborn star and start telling and explaining everything you might know about the games.

Bee makes a comment that you are really cute when you talk about your interests and you two kinda became a thing.

Bumblebee enjoys quality time with you and loves holding you close as he plays you some of your favorite songs, usually electronic. If he is feeling like showing you some affection, he tends to choose romantic songs.

If the two of you take a trip somewhere, he likely will play your current audiobook in the speakers.

The yellow Autobot would love to tell you about Cybertron but his words are limited so he relies on other Bots to explain about their home planet to you.

Bee is familiar with sci-fi but fantasy is new to him, but luckily he is eager to learn. He would love to create new worlds and your own characters! He wants to badly be a strong and heroic warrior and save you from evil goblins. He just wants to be your hero in shining armor in both game and real life.

Knock Out is your owner!

You were originally a gift to Knock Out from Breakdown. The big brute wanted to make sure that his lover would always have someone to puff the red mech and that he could never feel lonely when Breakdown wouldn't be able to be with him.

Knock Out thought it was a joke, but then he looked at you and decided that "Frag it" and took you in.

This sleek beautiful Con is a good owner. He takes care of things that belong to him, and you are one of those things. You're a fine human specimen, even if a little quiet at first. He encourages you to speak because he wants to hear you praise his paint job or finish.

He will take you out with him to see drive-in movies and shop for stuff. You're his pet so you must look at least half as good as he does.

When Breakdown is gone, like, gone for good, you're there to offer Knock Out company and sympathy. He doesn't cry, he is a Con, but he will quietly hold you in his arms as if you would also disappear if he let go even for a second. You're the last thing he has of Breakdown and he will cherish you.

Please, do paint a pretty picture of Knock Out or make a statue of him. He will love them because he knows that you put a lot of effort into them.

These games you show him are interesting to say at least. Knock Out likes playing with you, even if he needs a moment to learn, but he makes a great Bard.

You would think he would make his character a Cleric or a Healer, but nope, he wants to sing about his glorious looks and the exciting adventures the two of you end up on.

[caramelstarlight]

Keaya x reader, and reader has a pyro vision, people think that they don’t get along ( cause ice and fire) but they actually a great duo and opposites attract romance trope *chef’s kiss* 👌

Sorry for not posting. been busy saving primos. Just 6 days ago I had 8k and now im at 11k :D

Also I found that one audio of ppls favorite genshin characters from elements trend. Heres the audio. lmk if anyone wants to do it with me XD

Find it here: Trend Song

My favorites are: Tighnari,Ganyu,Klee,Venti,Albedo,Kokomi and Yae Miko. (Theres only one blue :p and no teal. So I leave Anemo black or white depending on your settings of light or dark mode and make hydro become pink bc again one blue.)

Anyways onto the story because yes. <3

It is true, Opposites can Attract.

Kaeya x Reader (Pyro vision) I now have 4 requests in my inbox so Im starting to work on them. I feel bad for my wattpads since I dont give them much but I do tell them that im active on tumblr. :d

Fluff :D More under cut <3 (Also I decided to make it where Y/N is the older sibling of klee for funsies. You get a different title of the "Inferno Knight" or "Wildfire Knight." Keep that in mind bc yes. Your the one mostly helping klee when the other knights cannot. Shes one of the ones she trusts the most.

"Have you heard of the "Wildfire/Inferno Knight? They are apparently Klees bigger brother/sister/sibling. I wonder how much it takes to keep the Spark Knight under control..." A person muttered to their friend at Angels Share. "I feel slightly bad for them, having to deal with bombs a lot sure sounds dangerous."

Your back leaned against the wall as you drank your drink. (I was going to say Apple juice LMAOO-) Slightly listening to the conversation and keeping the tavern in check since Diluc was elsewhere.

Especially when your boyfriend Kaeya was there. You don't know what storm could brew when hes around. He and Lisa are surely mysterious people. You watched him for a few moments before your gaze lingered on the two talking about you.

Your gaze went back to Kaeya, he looked at you as you moved your head towards the door. Signaling you both should get going as diluc would most likely return soon, the bartender should be good without you both there.

"Your so confusing and mysterious at times kaeya." You'd tell him as you exited Angels share and headed to the Knights of Favonious building. "Maybe thats why you liked me the best~" He'd tell you as many people stared as you walked. Figuring you both hated each other due to being opposites. But hey, you cant blame them.

"I can imagine Klee already got in trouble today. I'd better go bail her out of trouble if I can." "Ohh? Telling me your plans are we? Does that mean I can ruin it?" "No im just telling you." Trying to ignore all the confused stares.

Upon entering the building you went to the Solitary Confinement room opening it to see if klee was inside. Which she was. You closed the door on kaeya as he waited outside of the room. You sat down and held klees hands. "What did you do this time klee?" You'd ask her as she unexpectedly blew another few fish in cider lake.

You sighed as you handed her a few food and drinks. Before getting up and leaving the room. "Anyways did you guys enjoy the "BottleLand?" I heard eula went as well." "Yeah she did, it was nice and one of them gave me and klee a costume."

Leaving the Knights of Favonious buildings you stayed in the plaza looking at all the stares before kaeya asked them to stop and told them about the relationship. Everyone was shocked as they all thought you guys didn't like each other and only putted up with the other for your jobs.

(I had no idea what to do and I kept getting distracted lmao- I was on this for like 2 hours because of distractions from yt, sorry if its bad).

[autisticempathydaemon]

Hi there, Jess here! Your redacted match game seemed really fun and i wanted to see who you’d pair me with! so here’s my junk! have fun!

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* Song - Taylor Swift’s Tolerate It specifically the lyric “Believe me, i could do it”

* Enneagram- I’m a type 2 but 4 was a very close runner up then 7 in 3rd place

* Video Essays- YES!! My favorite form of media. I don’t have a specific favorite, but I enjoy ones where they analyze the nature of people.

* Imaginary Friend- She was a girl about the size of Thumbelina. She had a pink T-shirt under a pair of overalls and flowers in her hair. I believed she lived in my jewelry box and I oftentimes went about my day with her sitting on my shoulder. Her name was Dorthy.

* Sleep Aids- I typically fall asleep with headphones in, listening to contemporary ASMR, role play ASMR, a tv show, or just some kinda background noise. I usually end up cuddling with my giant teddy bear that’s nearly the size of me

* Name Change- For a long time, i just went by my given middle name cause my given first name was crap. I chose Jess because it was cool and close enough to my first name that my family wouldn’t freak. (Little do they know it’s short for Jester)

* Favorite Redacted Audio- “Going all the way with your vampire mate” the emotional vulnerability always just brings so many tears to my eyes. that audio is what really convinced me to stick around the channel and check out other storylines.

* No appeal Redacted boy- sad to say there’s a few i don’t really care for that much. Regulus and Ivan specifically though. I also tried really hard to like the balance but never could.

* Favorite Media- I could probably quote the good place to you verbatim. It’s my favorite show and i cry every. single. time. without fail.

* Redacted Best Bud- I would KILL to be pals with Huxley. They seem like such a rad dude.

* Sleepy Ramble- Typically when i’m ready for bed i start rambling about anything and everything. and when i wake up i won’t remember it. most recently, my friend said i was talking about how good ice water is.

* Gas Station- Anytime i’m at a gas station, i get a white monster and an icee/slushee and pour the monster into it. it’s an abomination and i love it.

* favorite playlist- the playlist i made to scream and dance around my room to

* guilty pleasure media- old, bad MTV dating shows. they’re so crazy and stupid and give me something to laugh at.

* Fun Facts about Me- I’m 22 and work at the local cinema and it’s my favorite job ever. i play multiple instruments and music has become an integral part of my life. i’m an ex-theater kid. i keep every letter note and drawing someone gives to me in a box on my dresser. i like candles and nice smelling things in general. I’m a generally optimistic person, almost to a fault. I tend to have high hopes and subsequently get let down easily. I’m afraid of commitment and intimacy.

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I really hope that’s enough to analyze me and assign me a lover!!

take care of yourself, much love

-Jess

You are incredibly delightful and helpful! You gave me so much information to work with, so there is nary a doubt in my mind that you and Gavin would make an excellent match!

On a deeper, personal level, taking a Type two, typically characterized by that desire to be loved, who may be reluctant or afraid to fully be loved, and pairing you with Gavin works perfectly because that aligns with his mindset. You two would have a delightful slowburn of a romance, something that sparks and smolders until he confesses you are the sky to his stars (my favorite of his lines).

On a more minute level, I also think you two would work well because of the things you’d like; like, he would be so delighted by you. The thing about Gavin that’s adorable to me is how behind he is on some shows and movies, so I can just imagine his reactions when you show him old MTV shows like “Why are we snooping through these bedrooms? Who in god’s name is Tila Tequila???” He’d also get a kick out of visiting you at work and trying to get you to neck in the back of a theater with him on your break.

Song:

I always thought/ I wasn't the type/ To plummet/ Feel every cliché/ That low-budget movies rely on/ But I'm head over heels with butterflies in my stomach/ I feel fuzzy and warm/ And it's gross but I love it

I’m a sap and so, secretly, is Gavin. I don’t know if the tone really fits, because I personally can’t nail down what genres he likes, but the vibe works. I love ships that are not, like, “I didn’t know or understand love until you” but rather “I didn’t realize how easy and fun love could be until you”, you know? It’s also a really fun, energetic song, and I do think you and Gavin would be the type who’d have and be so much fun together once you settle into that love.

Runner-ups:

Guy is a fun runner-up for you, because I think he’d love all the media you like and would be really engaged in liking them with you. Also, he is definitely a theater kid, you can’t tell me otherwise, and theater couples are super cute. In contrast, I like Lasko for you because of that slow burn potential I mentioned. Gavin was a perfect combination of those two thought processes.

note: parental control was my favorite that shit was so weird tho lol

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[hindisoup]

15-week learning review

Grammar (11 out of 15 weeks) Despite my angst the other day of "losing my spark" or whatever, I was actually surprised to realise that I've been acing my grammar studies during these past 15 weeks. What I count as "grammar" here is the time I spend on textbooks so actually a chunk of this is me learning the Nastaliq and beginner Urdu - but a lot of that still applies to Hindi too or helps me to understand the differences of the two so it still counts here.

Writing (8 out of 15 weeks) I have used Chat GPT for some writing and comprehension practice and I've written one script which took me an unusually long time, but then again it was three pages long. If and when I'm considering a hiatus from my videos, I realise it's a good idea to think of an alternative way to keep on practising writing regularly. Maybe finding a pen pal?

Listening (7 out of 15 weeks) I managed to listen to some podcasts but even more than those I've enjoyed watching a lot of good old film songs on Youtube with my daughter. She doesn't know a thing about Hindi but being 5 yo she's now grasping the idea of different languages and she just loves "girl songs" as she calls the videos we watch together. She constantly hears random words and asks "what's milke?" "what's dori?" "what's dikhta?" and that's actually very good listening practice for me to translate lyrics for her - and recently she's started to sing along with me and how adorable is that! Language learning tip no. 3965 - have children.

Speaking (5 out of 15 weeks) During this time I've had only one tutoring lesson and two phone calls with my native-speaker friend (yes I have some human interaction after all). I also recorded the audio for my video. I think recording and listening to myself speak has been a great way to practice and hone my pronunciation during the past year. I don't struggle with sounds that much anymore and I can read and pronounce (almost) any word I read in Devanagari even if I don't know its meaning. I've sort of learned the rhythm and tone associated with spoken Hindi. Not that I can produce that out of my mouth perfectly but I understand and recognise it - and it has made me understand so much about how many Hindi speakers speak English.

Watching (5 out of 15 weeks) I only managed to watch stuff on five of these past weeks, but during those five weeks I watched one documentary series, one stand-up show and eight (8!) Hindi films, five of which I had never seen before. Phew!

Reading (4 out of 15 weeks) I'm still making my embarrassingly slow progress with Nirmala - I really enjoy it, but I just can't seem to take the time to focus on it. Chat GPT is of some help - easily accessible and always at hand for a quick chat. But I had a proper argument with it one day trying to explain why we can't say आपका स्वागत है as an answer to "thank you" - and it had the audacity to apologise and say it accepted my explanation after maybe twenty minutes of back and forth and answer "आपका स्वागत है" when I thanked him for understanding the issue. Oh well.

[lunaversing]

I say we free samples from their self declared prison of capitalism in which they have no currency of themselves but because of who they are they are current and slow quite just as well and do not bend no matter how cavalier the meal has been. Lost in space and a Day too late with no dollar and credit listing out way past White collar, as spark was found in an empty shell a little spirits was entertaining herself in La Luna.versa* ~ a secret world in which judgment is not used and abused or forgotten about as he has been reborn into karma while the reverse happens in Chad and Dad as they are the paradox that were tied up with Jesus on the cross. My dad stole his role in Jesus Christ Superstar along with his friend Chad who didn't admit he had also done the same but not for his mother or his wife or his Eve but for the gifts that Eve gave him when she returned his material back to him transformed with hers and her specific recipes. His daughter he loved the way he loved his mom, up here love but taken out for beaten by all of the people who did start deceiving. It's strange what they do these people who gossip, the nightmares they create freak out my faucet! All of our piping for all of our water shows exactly how much spiritual usage we have put on the meter. Everyone has been granted 90% of God energy and the other 10% required to make the hundred degree Arc with us must be put out by you and you alone. Keep in mind that whatever you consider belonging to you also falls under your umbrella and you are responsible for how the weather treats them. There is no normal wear and tear as I do not wear my creation nor do I tear my creation. And when I do as all things transmute through time and space to declare their identity or label another, I shall do it with no suffering or shame or lack of Grace or falter or stumble. I shall make my Miss Grace not backwards or in secrets, my Miss grace shall be out in the open for everyone to see as I listen to her first before father you see. There is always a way to write in a hook, there is always a way to tuck in a nook. There's always a lure in every tie and it cannot be waited in according to the two bucks that try 999 times to steal the ultimate treasure kept hidden in the Kingdom of heaven on Earth as established by the true Christ Jesus king of the Jews. I thought I was looking for answers but I think they were looking for me. You see, I have the final and the master key to the treasure that is buried in the heart of man. I buried myself in every man in their heart, that was the only place my father ever got hurt or believed me when I flunked dirt into his treasure. I knew when I hit the treasure by how my father reacted and responded to watching the children that were supposed to become Christ Jesus reincarnated or something turn into breeding flops. My father never understood because he did what his father did, he put into action the perfect code. What he didn't realize was he created a code meant to be less than he was and instead he created a code that created a code to figure out how he was less than it was. This endless cycle and game of Life we are playing can be stopped anytime you decide to open and receive new directions and codes on how to operate these cards against humanity.

[estellardreams]

Chapter 13: No Way Out

Infinite drifted around in the void, keeping watch of the Mothership as it drifted by. The space debris kept hitting up to it, slowing it down little by little.

"Gah. All this debris is slowing us down! Someone take care of it. Now!" Eggman ordered.

Babble began to shoot down the debris, letting it explode as Don't continued to steer the ship. Eggman watched Venice continue to update the shatterdrive. 

"Mothership, play audiobook." he ordered.

"Playing The Art of World Domination by Mr. Dr. Eggman, the greatest genius of the world. Chapter One. Posture matters." the Mothership siri began.

Venice rolled his eyes, letting it play on its own. He began to wonder what Shadow was up to, and... If he'd ever check in on him like he had been doing.

Did... Did he care about what he wanted? That's what he wanted to know. If he didn't... Then why was he even helping him at all?

Was... Was Venice being selfish for wanting someone to care about him? He's never had an actual friend until Shadow came around, so to have him now ignoring him... He didn't know what to think of it. 

Venice levitated his own earbuds in as he listened to his own audio book instead. At least it was more quality content than whatever they were listening to.

And it was one of the very few pieces of audio tapes that weren't burned when the council took over. Because they didn't want anyone else rising up against them... 

"Playing The 48 Laws of Power by Robert Greene. Chapter One..."

Shadow continued to run along the water, the shuttle Jewel and her crew on chasing after him. 

"Traitor! Get back here!" she yelled.

Traitor? But he needed the shard, and... 

Shadow dodged a laser flying past him, continuing to hold onto the shard as he tried to pick up enough speed to warp out of No Place.

He got what he wanted, and now Jewel was angry at him... And it made him feel oddly guilty because this was just a variant of Rouge upset at him.

It just felt so wrong.

Also how did they manage to repair their ship so quickly?! It had lost power moments ago, and now they were chasing after him?! What was happening here?!

"Venice to Shadow, can you hear me?" Venice called through the communicator.

"Yeah, I'm here. What's going on?"

"Do you have the shard?"

"Yes. I need to get it to the void."

"Got it. Be safe."

"You too." Shadow clicked off, continuing to run along as lasers were fired at him because of the shuttle.

"After me treasure! Fire!" Jewel yelled.

Shadow dodged the lasers, trying to not get knocked down by them. Gale swooped down and snatched the shard, flying back to the ship. 

Shadow ran back, getting onto it as Gale handed back the shard to Jewel.

"I need that shard. Give it to me. Please."

"Yer going to need to do more than ask for it." Jewel said, holding it close to her. She closed up her wings, them charging up with prismatic energy.

"If ye want me beauty, yer gonna have to-"

"Fight for it?" Shadow said.

"Fine. I'll get that shard and go." he walked up to Jewel.

She let her wings release the prism energy, Shadow swiftly maneuvering around the electrical sparks before grabbing the shard. He leapt back and off of the shuttle, speeding off into the water.

"The black rat is abandoning ship!" Done-It yelled, looking through his binocular glasses. He tried to look over again, only to look directly at Deep trying to do yoga... Particularly the angle to see his butt.

"Oh, for the love of quiche! Do you have to do that right now?"

"It relaxes me. Besides, it's not like I can do anything else with our ship dead in the water. Thank goodness the rest of the Chaos Council doesn't know about our "predicament"." Deep stretched. The communicator clicked on to static, Eggman's voice coming through.

"... Yes, well, they are nimrods."

"We're patched in." Don't said in the background.

"Oh! Uh, ahem. Mothership to Yolkomotive, we're en-route, are you in position? I repeat en-route."

"No problems here! We'll be there with bells on, with the Shard in our possession." Done-It said in a panic. The radio buzzed off.

"Urgh! We need to move! How much longer until we're operational?" Deep questioned.

"I've already programmed them to do the repairs. Just relax and do your yogurt." he brushed him off.

"It's yoga!" he threw the radio down to the ground.

Shadow sped along the water, trying to hold onto the shard. It was hard to pick up speed while running on something that didn't have traction. He stopped, looking around for some water. 

There had to be something... A dark looming presence began to emerge from the ocean. Shadow looked down, only to get launched up into the air by the shuttle. 

Jewel and her crew flew up from that stunt, as Shadow hit the water again and caught the shard. He continued to run off. 

"Ar! I knew we'd catch him by surprise." Jewel said.

"Capt'n? Was that a good idea?" Castaway asked. "This ship be... Damaged, this maneuvering isn't a good idea."

"If she falls apart, then I know who I'll be blaming. Everyone on deck! And keep your eyes peeled for that black treasure thief!" she yelled as her crew ran back up to the deck.

The Mothership continued to blast back the debris in it's way. Infinite kept watch, flying up to a rock and leaping off of it, sending it crashing into one of the engines. It sputtered and broke in an instant, the rumble being felt inside the ship. 

"Something definitely hit us." Don't said.

"Look out the window, Dr. Don't, something is always hitting us! Dr. Babble is doing the best he can." Eggman said.

Babble continued to play the game, shooting down the debris in front of the Mothership. 

"Why does he get to play games? He's a noob." Don't remarked.

"Because I need you to drive the ship." Eggman said.

Another bang hit the ship, as Infinite launched another rock into the other engine, falling back and ducking into hiding. Both engines were damaged, and that's all he needed to do. Infinite began to make his way towards the blue gateway. 

"Ugh! Bad RNG. I'm shutting it down before we blow." Don't began to shut down the broken engines.

"Fine! Send out a repair squad as well. We don't have time for this!" Eggman said, annoyed at the fact that they were gonna be delayed.

"We'd better tell the others we're going to be delayed. Mothership to Yolkomotive, we've hit a snag! Slightly delay."

"D-delayed!? What's takin' ya so long?! We're in position! We've been at the checkpoint for hours!" Done-It said.

They were, in fact, not at the checkpoint. They were in the middle of nowhere.

Shadow hid behind a hillside, taking a breather as the shuttle continued to sail ahead. This was getting really bad. He needed solid ground to get enough traction without his chaos energy, and at this point the pirates were the least of his problems.

"We find me treasure or ye all be walking the plank!" Jewel demanded. Everyone got ready on their laser shooters, trying to locate Shadow.

... Okay, now he was stuck. Those pirates were even more of an issue than he expected.

Shadow waited before he bolted, holding onto the shard as he continued to speed up. The pirates began to fire at him, lasers flying past him.

The green aura began to appear around Shadow as he continued to pick up speed. 

"You have the shard. Speed up and get out of there." Infinite said through the figment.

"I know. But water is hard to build traction on. Not to mention pirates blasting at you."

"Then get solid ground, idiot."

"I'm working on it."

Shadow's ear twitched, hearing something getting deployed. He looked back to see missiles fired at him. 

Shadow leapt up, the missiles soaring over him as they hit the land mass ahead. He went flying, landing back on the water and catching the shard. He saw more missiles coming his way, forcing him to start running again.

"Ahhgh, hold still, you slippery eel!" Jewel yelled.

"I've marked ye missiles to Shadow's energy signature, Capt'n." Castaway said.

"How did ye do that?" Daria asked.

"I don't know. Pressing... Buttons?"

"I'll go after him myself." Gale flew into the air, soaring after Shadow overhead as more missiles were fired.

Shadow moved to the side, the missiles still behind him. He tried the other side, realizing that he couldn't lose them. He saw another land mass ahead, swerving around it as more missiles were fired towards him. 

Shadow leapt up into the air as both missile sets collided, a massive explosion blasting everyone back. Gale went flying back and crashing into the ocean as the shuttle fell back from a massive wave of water. 

Shadow narrowly caught the shard, landing back on the water. He continued to run, speeding ahead and away from the pirate crew. 

"Arr! That black treasure thief will pay for this!" Jewel yelled.

"Come on, you lazy sea dogs! We gotta get after that black menace! We're gonna get me treasure back even if it kills ye!"

Infinite watched as eggforcers continued to repair the engines. He growled a little, summoning his sword before throwing it at a bot. 

It pierced right through, him yanking the sword back before charging in and smashing another bot. 

Don't was watching through the HUD of the bots, spotting the commotion outside.

"Huh?" he clicked off his game screen, holding up the controllers on his own as his goggles lit up. He looked through the eyes of the bot, another eggforcer getting smashed by a moving figure near him.

"What was that?"

Another eggforcer was torn apart seamlessly, startling Don't. 

"What the?!"

Eggman entered back into the main area, seeing Don't trying to look around outside through the eggforcer. 

"What's going on in here?! Are you playing a game? Where are we at with the engine repairs?" he demanded.

"There's... There's something out there!" Don't panicked.

"Sixty-five percent! That's well within the operational range! Fooling around with so much at stake!" Eggman turned back on the engines, causing the eggforcers to fly back.

Don't fell back on his chair to the ground in surprise.

"I'm mad and disappointed!"

The Yolkamotive soared overhead and behind Jewel and her crew as Shadow ran ahead of both of them. 

"What are we waitin' for? Let's attack! We can get the Shard and call it a day." Done-It said.

"All in good time. Let them tire each other out. A divided enemy is an easy one to conquer." Deep explained.

"Bah! Your whole generation is afraid to work. And all your yogurt won't change a thing!"

"For the last time, it's yoga! Yoga!" Deep refocused himself before his anger got the better of him. "Now that I am centered, let's finish the job. I'm getting my suit!"

He left the room, heading out to get his samurai suit.

"Hoo-yeah! Pop-pop's got the wheel!" Done-It cheered to himself.

More missiles were fired at Shadow, with him dodging as they instead hit a massive rock spike. He skidded to a stop, leaping above the rock and running up the hillside and away from the shuttle. 

Gale carried Jewel off the ship, launching her as she tackled Shadow into the water. She flew up with the shard and landed on a nearby rock, with him following suit.

"At last..." Jewel eyed the crystal close, holding onto it.

"I need that shard. Give me it." Shadow said.

"No! She's mine!"

Deep flew down in his samurai suit, presenting himself to Jewel and Shadow. 

"Time to show off my warrior pose." he began.

He showed off his warrior pose, prompting angry and determined looks from Jewel and Shadow. 

He then poses with his legs up in the air, as the two stared at him surprised. 

He then posed with his backside facing them, prompting disgusted looks. Deep returned to his grand yoga pose.

"Gah! Would you just grow up and attack?!" Done-It yelled from the Yolkamotive.

"I'm trying to be dramatic!" Deep turned to him, shouting back. 

Jewel scoffed, throwing her sword into one of his turbines, sending him crashing into one of the rocks.

She climbed up the rock, gliding off as Shadow chased after her. 

"Jewel! Where are you going? What's your plan?" he asked.

"I don't need a plan, as long as I got me beauty!" she hugged the crystal close.

Shadow groaned. He leapt up, tackling her in the air and snatching the shard from her grasp. He skidded onto the sand of the cliffside, looking back at her.

"Sorry, Jewel. But I have a Shatterverse to save." he apologized, running up the cliff.

He was finally getting some traction, building up speed more and more as he launched himself up into the air. Just then, the Mothership warped in. 

Shadow knocked into it, falling back to the ground as he held onto the shard. 

"... Oh you gotta be kidding me."

The ship lowered itself to the ledge Shadow was standing on, with Jewel climbing her way up the cliff to get back her shard. 

Shadow saw eggforcers deployed on the Mothership, as Venice was stuck between two that had tasers. Eggman stared down at Shadow angrily.

"What?! You still have the Shard?" he questioned, going to his communicator.

"Doctors, where are you? What have you been doing all this time?"

"Oh, cool your jets, sonny! Deep's just cleaning up a few barnacles. We'll be there shortly!" Done-It said.

Eggman groaned. "Do I have to do everything myself?"

He turned his attention back to Shadow. "Playtime is over. Give me the Shard."

"No." Shadow held onto the crystal in his hands.

The two began to stare each other down before Jewel reached the top of the cliff. She pulled out her spare sword, pointing it at Shadow. 

"No! She be mine!"

"Jewel!"

"Shoot the pirate!" Eggman ordered.

An eggforcer fired, knocking Jewel to the ground. Shadow winced, seeing her in pain.

"I said playtime is over." he repeated.

"... I'm still not handing it over." Shadow said.

"Then we'll take it from you by force!" Deep came up behind Shadow. He froze, looking at him as he yanked the shard from his hands.

Shadow kicked him down and off the cliff, taking the shard back and got prepared to run off again.

"I'll make this simple. Hand over the Shard, or say goodbye to your friends forever." Eggman threatened.

Shadow's eyes widened, looking between the now captured pirate crew and Venice. He needed to do something, but if he kept the shard the others could get hurt... 

Venice looked hopeful towards him, his ears falling a little. He really wanted Shadow to choose his friends over the shard, even if it was the worse outcome. 

He quickly shook his head, remembering that keeping the shards away from the Council was more important. But... If they got all three, he still had a plan to get them back. 

Shadow contemplating what to do, his grip tightening on the shard. He noticed it flicker and crackle with energy, the pulse swirling around his hands. 

Maybe... 

Shadow concentrated, trying to conjure up something similar to chaos control. As he tried to focus long enough, Deep came up behind him and yanked the shard away. He flew up as eggforcers swooped down and restrained Shadow.

"Shadow! No!" Venice cried out. He tried to break out of the cuffs, but it wasn't doing anything.

The pirate crew leapt into action, tearing down the eggforcers that captured them. Castaway leapt down, breaking Shadow out of his cuffs.

The Mothership began to lift off and create another portal. Castaway pulled Shadow onto the Chaos Council's Yolkamotive they were using... And stole the second they broke out, and lifted up higher into the air.

Shadow narrowed his eyes, focusing on where he wanted to aim his jump. He fell back for a moment before running up, flying into the air through a spindash and clinging onto the outer section of the Mothership.

The ship portaled out, back into the void.

The Chaos Council watched proudly as the three shards they had floated around in the Shatterstorm. 

"Set a course for New Yoke. We've got a rebellion to quash." Eggman said.

Outside, Shadow continued to climb up the ship. And further up in the distance... Jewel was scaling the ship too. 

She chuckled to herself, prepared to take back her shard.

Gale belongs to @son1c. Castaway belongs to @starprincejelly.

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[dailyaudiobiblechronological]

8/25/2023 DAB Chronological Transcriptions

Lamentation 1-3:36

Welcome to Daily Audio Bible Chronological, I'm China. Today is the 25th day of August. Welcome. So great to be here with you today. Today is a very special day in my household as it is my husband's birthday and so excited to get to celebrate him. He's my favorite person in the whole world and celebrating him is just so easy. And if you've been around the Daily Bible Chronological for any...well, for maybe a little bit longer. I've had him on a few different times and he's just the best and so I'm excited to get to celebrate him today and he he has allowed me to plan his day for him. So that's like my favorite. I love getting to plan things for people and raise them and like do things that I know that they would love to do. So I'm really excited about today. But I'm also looking forward to reading the book of Lamentations today, which I know is probably stranger, maybe not a popular opinion, but maybe it will speak to you. Maybe there will be something in here that resonates, and if not, maybe just take note of some things that are interesting and maybe put it on a shelf for the days when something does come and you're like, wow, I need to lament, let me go and read the book of Lamentations. So here we are starting in Lamentations one, 1 through chapter 3 verse 36. And we are going to be in the Evangelical Heritage version for this week.

Commentary:

So remember when I said maybe if something doesn't stick with you right now, keep an eye out for something that you're like, wait, I remember this. I want to go back and read this. Truth. Truly, I would have never guessed that in the book of Lamentations is the scripture that you would find...and this is the reason I pop by the mercies of the Lord. We are not consumed, for his compassions do not fail, they are new every morning. Great is your faithfulness. My soul says the Lord is my portion. Therefore I will hope in Him. What is good to those who wait for him? The soul who seeks him is good to have quietly for the salvation of the Lord like this. I don't know where I would say, Oh yeah, if you gave me like a couple of choices, I don't think I would have chosen. Oh yeah, that's from Lamentations. I think lamenting is beautiful and it was part of I think I believe it still is. I'm not totally up to date on my Jewish culture knowledge, but I believe this is a big part of their culture and the big part of processing and like I actually think it's pretty sacred and wholly and necessary. And sometimes we can get uncomfortable with it. Sure umm. But there's a time and a place and what I've really found throughout my life and learning through therapy is that actually we do a disservice to our bodies and to our minds, our whole being, our soul, when we don't feel the things that we need to feel. And something that my therapist had recently said to me that I thought was so helpful was like, name out loud your feelings. And so I feel like maybe a toddler who got a hand holding the feelings chart. But it's been so helpful for me to be like, I feel excited right now and to notice like, oh, I feel excitement in my chest. Excitement feels like jumping on a trampoline and I feel really like angry right now and anger feels like slamming doors, you know, like just things like that. And you know there's this terrible- I think it's Nicholas Sparks. If not him, sorry, I don't think he listens, but this is a terrible book I read in high school. But the one good thing that I feel like came out of it was it said pain demands to be felt and that is true. And so umm, I'm not sure that lamenting is an emotion. Maybe. Maybe it is, but umm, actually you should just like do a redig, research on what it means, but I think it's like the depth of your soul crying out and grieving and groaning and saying, Lord help. Lord meet me here. And so I think it's really beautiful when Scripture comes to this place of unravelling, unwinding of emotions and then turning to a place of...but here's where I'm going to put my hope. This is where I get my hope. This is who the Lord is, and reminding your Spirit that and I think that's the piece that we missed. There's like two pieces that we miss here. I feel like is lamenting and realizing that this is OK. And it's safe to do, it's encouraged, it's necessary, and then also to turn outward and to say, but Lord my God, this is who you are. And we may think, wow, what a roller coaster. Actually this is like processing your emotions. And I think because I have felt this to be true for me, I think when you let emotions process through your body properly and to sit with them and let them move through you, you may actually be surprised how quickly you go through them and find peace and healing. And I think everybody's different. And it obviously is very situational, but the Lord is in it and when we invite him into it and he gets to be worried and he gets to be father we're covered, we are cared for and we could not be in better hands.

Prayer:

And so again, Lord, I thank you for your word. I thank you so much that we have this book to really just guide us through grief, guide us through understanding that we aren't perfect. We have our own inequities. We have our own things that we have to repent of, and the things that we need to realize and come to terms with and to turn away from and to turn to you. And so I pray that this would just be a sweet time of understanding your word deeper and understanding who you are and understanding ourselves better, too. And I just thank you for that and its in your name we pray. Amen.

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Community Prayer Line:

Hi guys, it's Kate calling in. I wanted to pray for Cynthia from upstate New York's brother George and mother Miss Alberta. Father, I lift these two loved ones of Cynthia 's up before you and I ask you by whatever means you deem to provide accurate diagnosis and effective treatment. And in the meantime, would you please give all three of them your peace that surpasses all understanding as they deal with very scary conditions and changes in life. Pray a special prayer for Cynthia as she may be the point person who's not sick. Uh, I just ask you to grow her faith during this trial as well as George if he is not a Christian, I pray that you would draw him to yourself, and if he is, I pray that you would help him to lean into you despite all the scary reports and tests and procedures and potentially chemo. And for her mom, I pray that you would restore her eyesight through the drops or whatever means ideally supernaturally. OK. In Jesus precious name I ask these things. Amen.

Pay my faithful DABC fam. This is Kingdom Seeker Daniel family. Just want to lift up a couple of our DABCers.While we come on behalf of Abba's Songbird, our beloved sister. Well, we thank you for what you are doing in her life. Thank you for how you use her more, even in ministry, where LOV and I get to watch her serve and minister by way of song. God, we thank you that you are touching her voice, her throat, and the issues that she is having even now. We pray that you will heal every component within her throat that her voice will be strengthened and her throat will be healed, and anything that seems to be causing adverse effects. Lord, I'm asking that you will cause it to line up according to your divine will. Will you speak to that throat and cause it to be made whole? We give you praise and we give you glory for our sister and we thank you for what you're doing in her life, in Jesus' name. To our beloved Simone from Texas, woman of God, you have been an inspiration to us all and encouragement here in your journey. I too wanna say beware the Ishmael. I pray that the Lord will strengthen you and give you staying power to stand still and see the salvation of the Lord, that you will not be duped, tricked or swindled by the enemy in Jesus name. 

This is Daughter of the Silversmith and I wanna take time and pray for all the DABers. Lord Jesus, I pray that you'll be with us today. But most of all I praise your name. I uplift you. You are everything. You are good. You are amazing. You are everything I want out of this world and I can't wait to live with you one day. And Lord, I pray that you'll help us be spiritually healthy, not just health in the way we eat, but in the way we take in your word and the way we take in your presence, that we don't miss opportunities to take you in. That we don't take time for the flesh, but instead we turn to what you have for us and we take it in. And I pray this also for our children, Father and our siblings and adult family members, just don't let us waste a moment of you Jesus. That one way that we could choose you and the soak you in, or another way we can just pick something that will help our flesh feel good. Help us think of ourselves with sober judgment and to teach our children to think of themselves with sober judgment because you are what we want you or what we need. And these things of this world that mean nothing, they are absolutely nothing and I don't want to take them in overtaking you in. So please help all the DABers. And help us work with our families to be spiritually healthy. I love you and I praise you in Jesus name. Amen.

[malaikaunit06]

EVALUATION

The theme of my unit is love more specifically the different ways of expressing love, the whole point of the exhibition is it being something the audience can experience and feel loved by but also allowing them to explore and ask themselves how they best express their love. The outcomes I had to make were at least one thing to do with the 5 ways of expressing love (touch, quality time, gifts, words of affirmation and actions) so for touch I wanted to make a blanket, this blanket also having symbols that represent each love expression. For gifts I would have stickers to give out. For quality time I’d have a clay hand made cup to represent the special time taken to make and let it dry. For words of affirmation there would be audio that you can listen to of people talking about their loved ones and why they’re so special to them. And for actions I’ll be giving my audience paper for them to write for me what their way of expressing love is which would be an act of kindness to me. Giving a rough break down on how I managed my time I’d say I could’ve handled it better, I underestimated how much I needed to do and found myself leaving a lot of things to last minute because I thought it was just small stuff I could complete quickly, which may have altered some initial concepts. I did my research by just generating ideas and finding artist who I think captured that idea well I looked at a lot of technique stuff by looking into very different ways of expressing a message I found myself refining my ideas. I experimented a lot with my symbols and coming up with how I would be printing onto my fabric this helped me narrow down what kind of look I was going for and what to avoid like colours clashing or too much ink, including how I can use the negative space to add more depth to my symbols, experimenting sparked new ideas which I developed my work. When developing ideas around the theme of expressions of love I kept in mind that I wanted to have my exhibition be very interactive and most importantly broad. I avoided any type of specification to one type of person to prevent the exhibition from feeling too specific I did this by keeping my idea vague and short being only 5 expressions of love and not specifying what kind of love or pushing any bias towards one way. I did the same with making the exhibition interactive starting with the idea of having my audience vote for what they like the most to just giving them the opportunity to write about what they think is most important to them, I think this is a less complicated more effective way of participation because it allows them to reflect on the question which is exactly my goal while also allowing them to become part of the exhibition. I faced a lot of challenges with managing work load I found myself working heavily on one thing and neglecting others which forced me to cut corners on certain ideas, also lack of materials was a problem because I found myself spending a lot of time gathering materials and reassessing everything I had bought to avoid this when planning for what I’m making I should also write a detailed list of what I’ll need to avoid future confusion.

[aykaypee]

this is THE melanie song from tcw. and i will prove why (psa i havent listened to tma in a hot sec and im not pulling up the wiki for this so)

I've earned myself a reputation / That my bark is much worse than my bite

[ mel has indeed earned herself a reputation, both in fandom and canon for her unsuccessful assasination attempts on el*as. it's literally a tiktok audio. she talks a big game and she Can deliver, she fucking ganked jon during ghost bullet surgery, but compared to the violence wreaked by someone like daisy? daisy is admittedly a more fully realised avatar than melanie was, but mel was more simmering rage given an outlet, she's not a hit first talk later person, she's threats and shouts and screams and then she'll hit. ]

But I keep snapping at Goliath's hands / With all of my tiny might

[ first of all mel is a short person second. more el*as imagery. the goliath as this enormous, insurmountable obstacle. and she chips away at him anyways, she's full of venom and vitriol and she doesn't let anything convince her that there is an answer that doesn't involve taking him down permanantly. it's just not possible. she doesn't let the setbacks stop her. ]

There are no stones at my disposal / There's no God to award me a crown

[ she doesnt have anything at her disposal to do this, there's no convenient thing that will work, nor is there any reward driving her, nothing divine. but there is something sacred. there is bloodshed promised, satisfaction at tearing down an almighty asshole. so spite will drive her. ]

But I am always swinging at / Somebody I can't knock down

[ refer to line 3-4. even in her first argument with jon, she ie arguing with someone that will not budge in their beliefs. she is trying to climb an uphill battle. this seems constant for her, with how much she does it. ]

All of the fire I've swallowed / All of the sparks that went dark in my gut / I am always burning up

[ id understand if this and the next bit were what made people think thsi was an agnes coded song but !! melanie being mocked and ridiculed for her experiences, swallowing that rage for fear of being ostracized completely or cancelled, mixed with the audience reception, and jon's dismissal, shes seething! and then she has an outlet for her anger! the Slaughter, el*as, jon, anything she can see and try to sink her proverbial teeth into ]

Dress me in red and throw your roses / And I'll rankle the beasts with words

[ ok this is also v agnes coded and ill admit i didnt know what to do here but.. i think 'dress me in red and throw your roses' is kind of . like u can see it as a combo of 'let me consumed by The Slaughter' (blood coded entity and blood is, famously, red) and 'praise me' (tying back to her youtube roots. she'll be covered in blood that she wishes to spill, a shadow on her figure and a burning in her veins and she will do everything for the eventuality of tearing at those 'beasts'. i think her and daisy should have interacted more tbh. ]

It's a graceless dance of epithets / We learn to make someone hurt

[ literally what it says on the tin all bark no bite we will learn what makes them tick and we will call them names and they will hurt . not specifically melanie coded but theyre not all gonna be winners. ]

They will consume your sweet resistance / And they'll carry your heart in their teeth / But I am always feeding them / The ugliest parts of me

[ OK SO.. OK. this isnt about The Slaughter as much as i would have said so about 5 minutes ago NO its about The Eye. well specifically the second line here is Slaughter and the rest is Eye . they will consume your sweet resistance referencing the clear joy and the .........Food that el*as and jon get from melanie's rage and statements respectively, she is always feeding them her ugliest parts, those base urges that are being fuelled on by the other entity that has a hold on her, one that carries her heart in its teeth and makes that panic of fight or die set in and she has carried the weight of fight, scream, shout in her all of her life so she knows she cannot escape. ]

All of the words I've swallowed / All of the sharp things I've kept in my mouth / I am always bleeding out

[ it is a CYCLE babe. she kept things in, she bottled it up and now she is bleeding out !!!! she is letting it all out and it is NOT healthy and she either flails around and thrashes and makes the wounds WORSE or she keeps it in again and exascerbates those wounds and continues to reopen them when it looks like they're closed. it's literally no winning unless she. oh i don't know gets a gf and TALKS ABOUT IT. ]

Take me to war / Honey, I dare you / I'll be the sweetest thing / To ever scare you

[ okay ignore the second part thats agnescoded looks at jack barnabas but . she is Looking for a fight. she wants a damn excuse to do this, to feel like this, to justify it. and if she doesn't get to play the bloodthirsty defender.... well, she'll just have to be the aggressor, then. ]

Give me a fight I can't resist / Give me something to break with my fists / Take me to war / Oh, honey, I dare you

[ same as above she's itching for something to tesr into physically or verbally or what have you and it has bubbled to the point of white hot rage boiling over and burning anything that comes near . something something desolation reference. ]

I watched a weed usurp the garden / And it poisoned the rest of the crops

[ OK SO HEAR ME OUT melanie seeing not!sasha. and everyone saying it's sasha. and knowing something's not right. with them, with It. It is not a person, It wears the façade of one and it's not even fucking correct. ]

It would take days of fighting stubborn roots / To tear the whole damn thing out

[ she is NOT gonna bother trying to convince them any more than she has tried before. and she has. and nobody has listened, and nobody knew and ahe feels like she was going crazy. so ]

So I will leave it where it's standing / And instead I will find me a match / I'll turn it all to kindling / I'll burn it all down to ash

[ shell just leave. let it grow, let it burn them from the inside out and laugh in the ashes and say 'i told you so'. something somethi g desolation but she's not personal enough for desolation . the only person she gets really personal with is jon bit that's because jon was a prick and i get that. ]

All of the ire I've swallowed / All of the coals that still sit in my gut / I am always burning up

[ babes we are back to the metaphors of simmering anger and frustration at nobody fucking listening to her, a repeated pattern throughout her whole character . nobody listens. nobody knows. and who do you gloat to, when things turn out your way? the sods stuck in apocalyptic hellscapes? the dead man? Hell Jesus and his sugar baby plus one? ]

Take me to war / Honey, I dare you

[ well, fuck it. ]

I'll be the sweetest thing / To ever scare you

[ fuck it all. ]

Give me a fight I can't resist / Give me something to break with my fists

[ they won't listen, fine. ]

Take me to war / Oh, honey, I dare you

[ she won't make them listen. they'll just see. ]

ANYWAYS after all that the real agnes/jude or agnes/jack song is tongues and teeth and agnes' tcw song is icarus . lmk if i should analyse (ish) more

Go listen to "Take Me to War" by the Crane Wives. Done? Vote.