#ok op’s tags now so y’all can read them

[peace-love-and-french-toast]

Yeah, I totally agree with this. I actually do prefer Moonbli just in general, but I thought that it was a cool thing that Tui and Moon were just like ‘ok. So Winter is the friend but he was like. Super racist when they first met and also mean for like nearly 1/2 the series and he CAN change but also it’s a process and plus just like. Let Moon be happy’.

Yk?

my official take on the moon/qibli/winter love triangle is that winterwatcher is a much grander, epic romance, and moonbli is a much more level, sweet-and-simple romance, but ultimately i think it was a better decision to have the latter be the canon romance in a series primarily marketed towards children and teens than fall into the "bad boy" romance trope, and instead romanticize the earnest, genuine, sweet relationship

obviously there's way more nuance to this involving internalized/unconscious bias, and winter doesn't even REALLY fit into the "bad boy" archetype, but purely based on genre conventions, the gruff, rude, brooding, tortured hero VERY often falls into that category, and at the ages of 7-14 most of us were very LIKELY to be romanticizing that archetype, which again is very often treated as interchangeable with the "abusive bad boy" trope, and while i might have a few gripes with the writing of moonbli and i ENJOY winterwatcher a whole lot, i DO appreciate the more gentle, "safe" romance being treated as the ideal, rather than the tense and angst-filled nature of the alternative

[luna-figs-art]

Ok so I was reading y’alls tags, and I thought some of y’all might be interested with what I’ve come up with (some of you have given me ideas so thanks :D)

(Text post incoming)

The Velvet Room

This Velvet Room I imagine it to be a mash up of 3 things: the velvet room (duh), Iwatodai dorm’s command room, and the YoRHa bunker from NieR. Think the YoRHa command room but bathed in velvet room blue with bronze accents and blue led lighting. And the screens would display the stuff from the Iwaitodai command room and the party’s health and stats (which I like to think the info displayed in the command room is also what the navis of each game sees)

speaking of Iwatodai dorm and sees

1a. I think Velvet Room Command would function like Iwatodai dorm but is really only used as housing and mech storage after the P3 and P4 forces join together (and eventually P5)

Thinking of P4&5, I don’t know much about P4 but the Investigation Team would do their story (but place the setting within the au, whether it happens in a small town or on a remote planet) and later the P3,4,&5 groups would join together to basically form the Shadow Ops group but with Igor and all of the attendants forming the overarching command and support.

1b. The attendants, they’re still playing the role of persona providers but all of the siblings are together, and some of them help do software updates or specific maintenance on the persona mechas or they’re there for emotional support

1c. Teleportation exists, so there’s a command station in space and on earth as well as several hangers on earth for the persona cast

2. All groups live through their storylines but with mech battles, and yes, despite the sci-fi-ness of this au, magic is still heavily involved and is used as a handwavey excuse to fill any plot holes that may show up. Thier magic is harnessed and is powered by many sources

3. Now, do the persona pilots physically ride in their mechs like in Pacific Rim? Do they use neuro links similar to Neon Genesis Evangelion? A combination of both? I honestly think it would depend on the pilot, but I think a majority of the users would use both. Like the navis (P3&5 for sure, idk about P4) are definitely in their persona mechs but probably use neuro links as reinforced connections, and the other probably would use both to be able to fight further even if their mechs go down.

But what establishes the neuro links for each group? Well for the P3 team it’s their evokers, that’ll work kinda the it does in the game. For the P5 crew, their masks. The tech that probably makes the masks work as links would be similar to the technology in sword art online combined with the visors from NieR automata ( where they can see through the mask and it shows a hud/ui/ stats of party through the pov of their persona). But for the P4 cast, I’m not as sure. Maybe they’ll have a unique id-like card that they swipe/insert or in some form use since I can’t really think of a clever way to translate tarot card crushing into this au.

4. And at the mention of Evangelion, a certain someone asked about the Ryoji-Thanatos situation, and I think that it could indeed be like Evangelion where the mechas would have its own consciousness (from what I know, I’ve never seen Evangelion. I know blasphemy), and yes, Ryoji would be in there (imagine him post Christmas as something like a combat support ai until 3/5). Or you could go in the route where it’s the no one dies, everyone lives au ending for P3 in this mecha au, then this bit doesn’t matter, and Ryoji and Thanatos are separate entities, but Ryoji helped design/make Thanatos for Makoto and that can be the connection between Ryoji and Thanatos.

5. Shadows, Dark Hour, the fog(??), Metaverse?

I think all of these do exist in this au because magic, and why not have interdimensional/intergalactic rifts and portals where there are aliens that invade at attack. And the aliens are shadows. But, only the persona pilots can perceive the shadows but the masses can notice the effects of the shadows like the apathy syndrome.

6. Timeline wise I’m leaning toward the cannon/generally accepted timeline between the games, but shove everything a few hundred / a thousand year(s) into the future

7. Now the wildcards. In this au, because they’re special (and in some cases, god’s favorite chewy toy) I’d figure did give an explanation for why they can have multiple persona mechas. The reason being that in this au, one mecha takes every fiber of one’s being to control them. And in most cases if someone tries to control another, they’d lose control of themselves (go insane mental breakdown style), or get overloaded and unable to physically handle the mental strain and die because of it and their mechas would go berserk.

But wildcards being wildcards, they have the mental fortitude to have multiple mecha connections and in Akechi’s case, the will to have a couple.

Anyways, that’s all I can think of right now, but I’ll update this post if I think it’s needed.

But don’t be afraid to make your own additions to it if you’re felling ˖✧ inspired ˖✧

Thanks for reading and another project with P5 is soon to begin :)

[yeocult]

ATEEZ as students studying

HONGJOONG:

king of self-care! but studies for 15 minutes then take a 2 hour break and calls it self-care (omg he thinks he’s me or smth)

has power naps every single day at least 30 mins because he’s Stressed

always thinking of ways to drop out during the middle of lectures

that one kid that talks to nobody & sits at the back of the class with his hood on to hide his airpods

doesn’t do it anymore bc one time it disconnected and “there’s some whores in this house” blasted out loud & now he’s paranoid

shows up to group studies but lets the group carry him,,, but he puts out One Really good idea to get his name on the paper

only cares about topics he’s interested in, other than that he’s just astral projecting

“yo can you send me your answers so i can compare mine?” but he copies it and says “we got the same answers” (all men do is lie</3)

calculates his marks; “ok so i need at least a 80 on this...oh wait no, a 95...damn okay...”

the type to arrives late with ice coffee

SEONGHWA:

wakes up at 5 am to study instead of staying up

scented candles and lofi music for the ~studying mood~

a linguistic learner

learns best by teaching others so he’ll do group studies often to help other people

teaches people without making them feel dumb

uses grammarly for his emails with 3 paragraphs asking 1 question with a proper greeting and a ‘sincerely, park seonghwa’

professor: ok - sent from iphone

you’ll never see him during exams week, he’s Gone

a loyal user of the outline method

his desk must be cleared at all times! a clean workspace makes it easier to focus

brings extra pencil just in case anyone needs them bc he’s the sweetest person ever (he’s fully aware that he’ll never get them back but it’s okay bc sharing is caring)

does his readings on time (you’ll never catch him slacking)

actually has his shit together for the most part 1/2

YUNHO:

writes “i love you” or “sorry” at the end of his tests (that he bombed)

the type to ask you to print “just one thing real quick” and it’s 15 page and at 2 am

uses emojis like :D & \(^o^)/ when sending emails to his professors

has a bad habit of copying word for word on the slide and he doesn’t actually understand/learn anything

goes to the library bc he thinks that’ll help him be in the ~studying vibe~

it doesn’t. ends up texting or watching youtube gameplay

has never heard of the colour-coding system in his entire life and ends up with a page filled with neon highlight

snacks breaks are the only thing keeping him Normal

leaves himself an encouraging note at the end of the reading page so when he’s finished he feels good !!

friends with all of the professors and uses all office hours

strongest points are his guessing skills in multiple-choice questions (process of elimination ftw!)

he tries his best, doesn’t care about marks that much because he knows it doesn’t determine him (and he’s right!)

YEOSANG:

probably runs a studyblr/gram

has the cutest note ever, his handwriting is so pretty!!

he thinks that buying an ipad pro & apple pencil will make him smarter

likes it bc he can doodle on it then erase them easily :”)

has to wear blue ray glasses because of how he looks at a screen so much

mildliners, muji 0.38 gel pen, 6 ring binder, minimal planner, washi tapes, you name it! he visits muji and daiso every other week

buys wayyy too many planners and notebooks which he never ends up using

only uses pastel mildliners because they’re easy on the eyes. cringes every time he sees yunho’s highlighters v_v

his flaw is that he spends 10 mins writing his header with brush tip pens

mutes the group project gc but gets his part done like the good classmate he is

sweats every time he gets an assignment back, takes a whole ten minute to mentally prepare himself

a visual learner; makes mind maps, flow charts, etc

actually has a working printer that he uses pretty often to prints lessons before class just to be Extra prepare

tells everyone he slept well but his bullet journal habit tracker for sleep says otherwise (plz rest!!)

exclusively uses college ruled paper like the sane person he is

SAN:

uses wide-ruled paper (unfortunately not everyone is perfect</3)

starts off very positive, motivated, and organized

then everything goes downhill by the second week

will definitely set byeol on top of his keyboard, take a picture, and send it to his professor as an ‘excuse’ as why he needs an extension (it works)

can’t sit still for any longer than 30 mins, his legs are always bouncing or fidgeting with pen

flashcard king! spends a lot of time on them but it’s worth it

a utensil chewer (always willing to share his pencil but when ppl saw the bite marks they’re like No Thanks >_>)

can’t study well with groups or himself bc he’ll be distracted,,, so he needs one person that can ground him bc when they’re in the zone, he will too be on his x game mode

sends his assignment at 11:58 pm hoping his professor will take the Hint (plz don’t be afraid to ask for help u_u)

prefers listening to ghibli studio soundtracks but then he either gets emotional or sleepy

sometimes forget to mute his mic and we just hear him groaning in frustration

“haha sorry i just stubbed my toe...”

then mutes his mic and goes back to his mental breakdown

MINGI:

the only person that studies every single day just to get his brain used to the information and running

probably listens to anime op or edm music for that Energy Boost

everyone either hates or love him because...

1. loves him bc he always comes clutched with study guides (and willing to share if he likes you enough)

2. he’s good at everything even if he’s not paying attention/doing it last minute

just naturally good at retaining information and applying them

asks Big Brain question that even the professors are shook

sometimes he gets super into the topic and wants to know Everything

“i’ve never failed an exam in my life” and he’s right! big brain mingi

fetal flaw is that he forgets easily (hence why the last minute) and has to write on his palm as a reminder

clicks his pens All the time so he switched to pens with caps just to keep others from jumping him

takes naps 10 mins before classes

actually has his shit together for the post part 2/2

“if no one got me, i know khan academy and quizlet got me. can i get an amen”

WOOYOUNG:

y’all know that one mf that doesn’t have a pencil?

yea he’s been using the same one someone lend to him before a test and never returned it

it’s been two months and it’s still working well and they’re never going to get it back

a minimalist,,,, but in a bad way</3 bc he carries his stolen pencil and paper that he spilled his energy drink over and that’s about it

just throw loose papers in his bag and forgets about their existence

doesn’t do binders or notebooks, just crumbled up paper

sometimes carries a textbook just to show everyone that he’s got his life together

really noisy for No reason, always wants to know other’s marks

a kinesthetic learner

hides his screen with he gets the kahoot questions wrong (you’ll never catch him slippin)

plays coolmathgames.com during class

doesn’t really know what to study/prioritize so he overwhelms himself with every single topic ever

thinks he’s god by pulling an all-nighter to look at the 60+ slides last minute

Swears he’ll change and do better next semester,,,</3

goes to the cafe, takes pictures of his notes & laptop, post it on his story, then leaves

JONGHO:

thrives off of red bull and ice americanos

gets notes and study guides from his upperclassmen because everyone loves jongho

an audio learner so he’ll probably work out or go on a jog while listening to lessons/audiobook

never pulls all-nighters bc it messes up his sleep schedule and says he’ll do it in the morning but he never does

doesn’t even own a highlighter, he’ll circle or underline stuff with a red or black pen

has never touched a textbook in his life

only the study guides and slides, his textbook is collecting dust rn

his notes are literally Only for him because his handwriting only makes sense to him

has questionable handwriting,,, it’s like decoding

multitasks a lot but it ends up taking a lot longer than he wanted to (bc it’s a myth)

very spontaneous; he’ll grind for 5 hours straight but sometimes he won’t even touch a pencil

works best when he talks about the work in groups and share information with each other, like having a convo about the topic

unmutes his mic Once after the lesson to say “bye”

does his work right after the lessons but then takes a short break & doesn’t even Look back for the rest of the night

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a/n: tag yourself ! i’m a bit of hohong (i projected myself on all of them in some way lmaooo)

[idk-my-aesthetic]

Ok the whole thing w/ clogging up ao3 tags is stupid for multiple reasons, like how it fucks with screen readers for one, but the MAJOR issue is that having too many tags isn’t actually a problem w/ ao3

Like seriously guys? There is a lot to criticize. And I say this as someone who heavily relied on fandom spaces to get me through some really really hard times and still loves ao3. I can say I love what it does for fandom while also acknowledging there’s some seriously fucked up shit going on both behind the scenes and with ppl who use the site. It’s literally like saying “I love tumblr but I acknowledge there are literal nazis on here and as a Jew/human with a working brain I hate them and that they’ve been here so long”

Like. I get u think ur sticking it to the man or whatever. And idk I partially agree bc. There’s so much nasty shit and some technically illegal shit that I don’t want to even mention! But ur not even wasting the moderators time or anything ur just being obnoxious and then everyone starts discoursing on tumblr and I’m legitimately tired of it. I don’t wanna see ppl defending gross stuff and I’m tired of talking about the ppl who do defend gross stuff bc I don’t wanna remember that they exist bc I have shit to do irl and not enough space in my brain for them

So. Idk ima propose at least a temporary solution before I have to hear one more argument for or against censorship bc y’all seriously don’t understand how to have a nuanced conversation

How about instead of asking AO3 to take down gross fics (which may or may not be morally correct but will 100% reopen a very over done conversation) instead we ask for some specific plausible things

1) when you use ao3 explicit and unrated fics are automatically filtered out. They do this on ff.net. Yes it may be like 2 extra clicks for ppl who wanna read explicit stuff but ppl who don’t are going to do that anyway, and it protects the people who don’t know to do that and don’t want to read graphic tags. Most importantly it requires consent to browse explicit fics. Yeah you need to give consent to read explicit stuff, but you can look through the incredibly graphic tags/summaries without consenting to anything. It’s literally the default. Which is both upsetting to ppl who don’t wanna see that and also maybe a bit of a legal loophole they should close up

2) a “suggest tags” feature. This would be moderated by authors not ao3 staff. Basically ppl can like..... idk entire a series of tags and you can choose if you want to add them or not. The person submitting them has an option to be anonymous or not. Obviously the author doesn’t have to add every random tag and it might be annoying but it would help with making sure triggers got tagged. It would be helpful if it didn’t let you suggest tags that were already suggested/on the fic but I’m not too picky. Like I said the point of this is to make sure ppl can block stuff properly, and it honestly might also help authors with visibility bc like. Obviously you know the tags you use but you don’t know what tags other ppl look for. Again maybe it may be obnoxious with ppl having a lot of tags but people already have a lot of tags

3) a dispute rating button. Now before someone bitches at me that the ao3 moderators don’t have time to go through disputes- I know I already took that into consideration. Basically the idea is when you dispute the rating the site will ask you what rating you think it should be and anonymously log it. So if someone rated something M but you think it should be an E the site will log that and send a message to the author. The author has a choice if they actually want to listen to ppl and change the rating or not. They don’t actually have to listen to the ppl disputing the rating. Unless they get a certain amount of disputes. I was thinking maybe like 50 or so?* So if 50 ppl say “hey this really needs to have a different rating” then and only then would the moderators take a look at the fic. And the moderators would then figure out what the rating should be.

(*idk if 50 is the right #. I was thinking it should maybe work on like a percentage of your hits in the fic?)

3.5) have a sexual content marker. This is marked as 3.5 bc i feel like this idea if implemented would be misused. But yeah in theory you could just have a sexual content marker that could be clicked by the OP and then automatically filtered. Again you could use the system from #3 but again I feel like ppl would missuse it.

Anyway yeah. I wanted to give some viable solutions ppl on both sides might actually agree with. Like I get not wanting to make concessions with gross ppl, but it’s a lot faster so I’m ok with doing it for now while the rest of y’all continue to debate or w/e

Final note- please for the love of g-d learn how ratings work. Ask someone else’s opinion if you have too. I have seen so many explicit fics marked as mature or teen it’s a legitimate problem. I’ll give a quick rundown of what each rating means but pls guys

General- g- basically go by what you’d see in a Disney cartoon

Teen- pg/pg 13 - there are swears there’s violence, sex may be mentioned, you might call someone sexy or smthn idc, but no one is shown having sex or or discussing/thinking about it in detail

Mature- R - injuries/gore may be described with more detail. Uhh there could be some heavy making out and the characters might talk about sex or feeling sexually attracted to someone. But actual sex is not shown!! If you have to mention or refer to someone’s genetalia in any sexual way you should probably move it up to an E. Even if ur characters are fully clothed the entire time. Also If you’re talking about kinks outside of a quick joke or reference you should probably move it up to an E.

Explicit- NC 17- sexually explicit content. (You can put non-sexual violent stuff under here but most ppl leave it under mature)

TLDR/oversimplification(for the ratings) -

General: nothing sexual

Teen: implied sex

Mature: refrenced sex

Explicit: shown sex

General tldr:

Some criticisms of Ao3 are valid and needed, and some are just stupid and infuriating (specifically talking about the tag thing stop it’s annoying and ableist). There is constant arguments and drama surrounding those criticisms, and I decided to offer some solutions that actually have a chance at getting implemented, even if I would prefer a different option.

[fluffynexu]

Astralignment

and the Korribani Calendar System

Before the arrival of the Exiles the native Sith on Korriban had their own system of keeping track of time. Over the years, this became standardized and refined and is still in use by a large portion of the modern Pureblood community. Since the ancient Sith were observant beings of their world, many of the names and symbols reflected their natural environment. All of these aspects go into what is known as a Sith’s astralignment (astro-alignment).

Since the Empire runs on Imperial Standard Time (IST), anything relating to Korriban or any other Imperial world is referred by the local time of that planet.

Compare a year on  Dromund Kaas to Korriban:

Dromund Kaas (everything in standard)

24 hours/day

312 days/year

7,488 hours/year

60 minutes = 1 hour

24 hours = 1 day

5 days = 1 week

7 weeks = 1 month

35 days = 1 month

8 months (+4 weeks and 4 holidays) = 1 year

312 (standard)days = 1 year

Korriban

28 (standard) hours/day

780 (local) days/year

21,840 (standard) hours/year

70 (standard and local) minutes = 1 hour

24 (local) hours = 1 day

10 (local) days = 1 week

6.5 (local) weeks = 1 month

65 (local) days = 1 month

12 (local) months = 1 year

780 (local) days = 1 year

This roughly makes 1 Korribani year approximately 2.9 [Dromund] Kaasi years.

Calendars

The days on Korriban are annotated on some versions of the Imperial calendar alongside the standard days.

In this example, names of the days on the calendar reflect the IST. The black numbers indicate the date in IST, the red numbers represent the date of the Korribani calendar. Placement of the Korribani date indicate when that day begins in relation to the Kaasi one.

A. 00:00 is the same for both. B. 00:00 K starts at 04:00 DK. C. 00:00 K starts at 08:00 DK. D. 00:00 K starts at 12:00 DK. E. 00:00 K starts at 16:00 DK. F. 00:00 K starts at 20:00 DK. G. Loops back around and 00:00 K lines up 00:00 DK .

While seemingly complicated to some, most Sith have grown with this system of overlapping calendars and can easily tell the date by the positioning of the numbers in this format. 

There are of course, electronic versions where the date is shown simply:

Since the Korribani month is longer than the Kaasi one, the dates will continue through the Kaasi months. These next two pictures show how long 1 Korribani month is in relation to a Kaasi one.

There is also a version of the Korribani calendar that does not overlap with IST. These are used locally on the planet.

The days of the Korribani week were named after major gods from the most widespread pantheon on the planet:

Ahmuriq, from Ahmurn: the creator god.

Marseriq, from Marserha: mother goddess of the Sith.

Bashariq, from Bashara: goddess of passion.

Teraiq, from Teral: god of protection and justice.

Iskarliq, from Iskarln: god(dess) of conflict and war.

Marduriq, from Mardur: patron god of the Massassi and strength.

Rusaniq, from Rusanel: goddess of knowledge.

Zefiriq, from Zefir: goddess of the hunt.

Shumariq, from Shumari: god of the harvest.

Goruiq, from Gorul: the trickster god(dess).

Months

There are numerous constellations in the Korribani sky. Twelves of these mark the months of the year as well as going into the astalignment. The 12 major, monthly constellations all depict local fauna from ancient fables and have certain characteristics that are commonly associated with them.

1. Yuninchâtsutuyok, the jiminat and agzonûboj engaged in eternal conflict. Dedicated, ambitious, and insightful.

2. Qyalatuyok, the qyalak. Calm, sentimental, and inquisitive.

3. Badzuriqatuyok, the badzuriqash. Tenacious, practical, and direct.

4. Kaarjontuyok, the kaarjontû. Spontaneous, contemplative, and observant.

5. Tukatatuyok, the tukata. Loyal, respectful, and staunch.

6. Hatyatuyok, the hatya. Articulate, perceptive, and adaptable.

7. Lomaituyok, the lomait. Disciplined, fearless, and competitive.

8. Dzushatuyok, the dzushaj. Private, calculating, and flexible.

9. Mowhetuyok, the mowhef. Stern, traditional, and ruthless.

10. Dyaltituyok, the dyaltir. Mischievous, studious, and charismatic.

11. Jhan’dikanatuyok, the lost dikana. Creative, sociable, and resourceful.

12. Niqoituyok, the niqoit. Erudite, cunning, and free-spirited.

Years

The years are also represented by local animals. No one, not even Sith scholars or historians, are sure of the origin of how these animals came to represent the years on Korriban’s calendar. It is one of the many parts of Sith culture that have been lost since it is believed this particular record has been passed down through oral tellings.

The years are kept track of in a 6-year cycle with each year emphasizing a likely success for the ones born in that year.

Chiroik - Wealth

Wokinai - Knowledge

Natûsh - Fame

Dzenal - Influence

Litskoj - Power

Sulemish - Longevity

(ie. Those born in the year of the Sulemish will have a long life.) This again factors into a Sith’s astralignment.

In addition to the years, these 6 animals are also used for the hours on Korriban. But time is not conveyed in the same manner as Basic. While in Basic one would simply say “14:25” (or two twenty-five in the afternoon) the Sith have a much more involved way to convey time.

For example: Shyracks screech and return to their caves as the priestess prepares the altar in the hour of the wokinai.

Translates to: 07:15 local time (or seven fifteen in the morning).

As a side note, a few centuries ago Darth Feras domesticated and bred wrats within the Empire. At first they weren’t seen with much interest by her peers. But popular rumor has it that she pointed out her creations embody the physical traits of the yearly beasts.

Eyes - Chiroik

Ears - Wokinai

Body - Natûsh

Hands - Dzenal

Feet - Litskoj

Tail - Sulemish

Afterwards they quickly became a favored pet and companion among the Sith, being seen as an auspicious animal.

While not related to their calendar there is a tradition of being assigned a birth flower. For this, the Sith do not look to their skies but rather, when a child is born the placenta is buried in a pot with 12 seeds. The first of these seeds to sprout becomes that Sith’s birth flower. These 12 flowers are also used in medicine, therapeutic or preventive, for some common ailments.

Serla for headaches.

Roshal for good eyesight.

Nashkir for sore throats.

Atsudqâ for heart health.

Hyaranjat for good digestion.

Mûyoin for muscle pain.

Shasâyar for fertility.

Jûzon for blood circulation.

Ashanin for bone mending.

Qoyo for fevers.

Chisiqsanu for irritated ridge skin.

Kûsk’inti for fatigue and replenishing energy.

The last two parts that go into a Sith’s astalignment are their energies. The weekly energies correspond with 4 classic “elements” of earth, fire, air, and water. While the daily energy simply refers to day or night (d/n) in regards to when the person was born.

Combined with all aspects mentioned in this document, year, month, weekly energy, day (+energy), and flower, one can study a Sith’s astalignment.  ex. Darth Vowrawn’s astalignment factors:

The study of these astralignments is a complicated field on to its own while the findings can be very important to some among the Sith. There are specialized scholars who offer their services to the old families so that the “perfect matches” (marriage, business, or otherwise) can be set up.

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aaaaahhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT’S DONE. i feel like frodo at mt. doom after the ring is destroyed omg... ;-;

SOOOO. i wanted, and i mean REALLY wanted, to finish this for lunar new year (for pretty obvious reasons lol)...... :,) welp. then i was like “i can do may 4″ lol NOPE. but here we are! still technically sith day? whatever. imma say I Did It. :D

also pls don’t laugh at my stupid drawings. i already know i can’t art. ok??? >,<

special thanks to @snootysith​ for giving me a bunch of sithy names and words for me to use. c: like y’all... coming up with fake words, that look and sound ok is really HARD (for my dumbass anyway)

other worldbuilding posts that are... sorta mentioned/used in this:

@inquisitorhotpants​‘s dk calendar

BOOS! x3

and some other stuff ....

but uh, yea. if you’re wondering “hang on there fluffy... did you really make a big, dumbass zodiac/astrology post??” the answer is...

yes.

yes i did... xU

but also i imagine the ancient sith had a lot of special and important dates for you know... religious things? *shrug* and over the many, many years all of this was passed down and prob altered in some way to fit into modern sith society? idk...

now imma say some things here bc i know For A Fact!!! that ppl don’t go onto original posts to read op tags on this hellsite lol.

and this isn’t me trying to sound like an arrogant asshole... but these are for some common questions that’ll undoubtedly come up:

yes, you can use this in any extent or manner.

no, you obvs don’t have to. ignore it if you want. i’ll be ok lol.

no, i’m not gonna write a long ass book with all the little details on every aspect of all the traits and then assign these things for your character(s). just make something up. that’s what i did here xD (plus my brain is d e a d from this)

yes, this is seen as a mostly(!) tomato pureblood sith thing but obvs attitudes are different between individuals. some are super into it, some could careless and think it’s all fake news, some have parents that care too much about it which is annoying and interfering with their life so they lowkey hate it lol.

no, i couldn’t do a read more bc it wouldn’t look as nice and i worked hard ok? ;-; i apologize for clogged dashes in advance.

i think that’s it? ofc feel free to hmu if you’re ok with a reply that can take anywhere from a few min to 3 business days ^-^;

[castielnova]

updated: got tagged by treasured mutuals @tennet & @softjensen (thank you!! 💕 always love to learn more about my treasured mutuals ❤️)

name/nickname: juri

gender: whatever y’all Perceive me as, anything works for me honestly (i probably give off big mender vibes tbh but my ideal is jender sjdfakdjh)

star sign: your resident bullshit— taurus 

height: slightly taller than the global average but still one of the shortest in my extended family (can y’all tell i’m somewhat insecure lol)  

birthday: 19th may

fave bands: the gazette & linkin park

fave solo artists: hmmm probably the fame album era lady gaga

song stuck in my head: i found by amber run (thanks playlist anon mwah ❤️)

last movie: a silent voice (am not much of a movie person but i had to write a paper on mental illnesses portrayed in pop culture and this was an anime classic so)

last show: i honestly don’t recall asjdfhksa lately i’ve been hyperfixating on destiel fics after destiel fics yikes

when did i create this blog: 2012 i think? (listen… i have seen too much and should be retiring into the grave at this point)

what i post: low quality spn shitposts lmao

last googled: average height in the world

other blogs: i have one somewhat popular snk blog (that’s still getting notes occasionally) but it’s been dead since 2017 so

do i get asks: i apparently only get asks for being a jack kinnie now help (used to regularly get a bunch for art/dj requests back in the good ol’ days when i was an anime blog)

following: 46 blogs currently! (but only the ~15 spn-infected blogs i follow are active sjdhaskjdfh the rest mostly died around the same time i did back in 2017? couldn’t bring my sappy ass to unfollow them still)

followers: ehh i’ve gained over 300 new followers since reviving this account on 25th nov

why i chose this url: ✨i love castiel✨

average hours of sleep: around 6 during the holidays and if i don’t self-sabotage about 8 during school days

lucky number: 8

instruments: piano, guitar and ukulele (but i suck at all of them so YIKES)

what i’m wearing: a sleeveless green army shirt with floral shorts lmao

dream trip: i desperately want to go back to japan for the scrumptious food man gOSH

favourite food: black sauce chicken vs garlic chili prawn vs mentaiko on raw salmon or seasoned lobster fucking FIGHT

nationality: somewhere in asia 🌚

fave song piece: elegie op. 3 no. 1 vs prelude in c sharp minor by rachmaninov FIGHT

last book i read: Satin and Sawdust (...shut up Ltleflrt is a Solid writer ok)

top 3 fictional universes id live in: i’m a massive action/horror fan so ehh i’m not particularly keen to live in any fictional universes i know of lol but if i was held at gunpoint:  

SCP for all its wholesome and wicked entities (used to read scp profiles like bedtime stories; some had fan lore so wholesome it left me in tears skjdfaskjdf)

D.Gray-man cause the whole verse is A Vibe however dangerous it is

IB (it’s an iconic horror rpg game y’all should check it out) for the same reason of it being A Whole Vibe (it’s basically an eden for any artist!)

favourite colour: all shades of blue

edit: no tags bc i’m just updating an old tag post lmao 💕

[confessionsofa-roleplayer]

I’m OP of 624182346490478592 and ngl, I’m gonna call the entitlement for what it is: entitlement. Maybe y’all don’t remember, but fandom culture has ALWAYS been counter to the mainstream. And that has always included ships (you needn’t look further than the first fandom zine). Yes, m/m is popular. But m/f is also popular. If you check blogs like roleplayfinder and counted the submissions, you’ll see that most of the time people are open to every relationship type, while the people who specify them tend to be split half half. If you scroll the indie tags, you’ll find a similar pattern. The only thing is that rp ads on rp finder blogs tend to also permit doubles (a ‘you play what I want and I play what you want’ situation) where your standard 1x1 indie single muse blog tends to be just “I write one muse and you write one muse”, which from a statistical standpoint, if everyone wanted to be able to ship what they want, and assuming we want an equal amount of m/m and m/f at the end of the day, we need THREE TIMES the number of male muses as there are female muses. This is just… not the case. It’s split probably more like 50/50 or 60/40 (m to f), but either way it’s nowhere near the perfect 75/25 ratio for all m/m and m/f shippers to have one exclusive ship partner. This obviously doesn’t take into consideration: 1, people tend to want multiple ship partners, 2, f/f ships, and 3, the muse’s actual sexuality which can be anything, really. Basically, the numbers just don’t add up. That’s why m/m shippers think there’s too much m/f and why m/f shippers think there’s too much m/m. Also, there have been multiple confessions about straight male muses wanting female muses to ship with them, like y’all should find each other or something lol or maybe you’re being picky, which is your right, but if you’re both picky and a whiner, people are obviously gonna get annoyed with you. It’s just like those people who complain they have no rp partners, but ghosted everyone who tried to rp with them and never attempt to reach out. It’s just not a good look and that’s why I’m peeved with y’all.

But that’s just from a numerical standpoint.

From a social standpoint, all the whining from m/f shippers comes off as rude at best and outright hypocritical at worst. “M/m is just about dick”, well, check the indie tags, a significant number of m/f starters are about getting dick too. “Stop writing m/m for woke points” ok so are we thirsty or are we trying to be “woke”? “Writing m/m gives you no woke points” ok so, apparently all m/m is “woke points” or “thirsty gay porn”, unless it is specifically vetted by (general) you as a “verified non thirsty non woke point ship” which is, in fact, gatekeeping at it’s finest. What business is it that someone writes m/m?? Just move on! There are other fish in the sea! And if you really want m/f why not just search m/f indie rp or something in the tags? Oh right, I almost forgot—only female muses and males you don’t want to ship with are in that tag, which is why m/m is the scapegoat y’all love to blame for the fact that everyone is selfish and that doubles rp doesn’t exist in the indie Tumblr rp scene.

Finally, from the viewpoint of someone who does, in fact, on occasion browse through non-Tumblr (or just general non fandom related) content, being straight is the social default, not that it’s the right one, but it is right now. Everything is geared towards straight people and assumed to be so by everybody. That’s why I’m saying Tumblr is fucking backwards.

Tbh though, I can’t even say “only on Tumblr” anymore bc ”I’m tired of everything being m/m” reads exactly like the people irl who are like “everything’s about the gays/blacks/minorities now, I wish we could go back to writing about NORMAL people”. So it’s y’all’s vibes that are off here. It just reeks of entitlement and personally, I’m rather sick of it. Nobody is entitled to a ship, and if you think you deserve a ship partner simply by existing and that the reason why your female muse can’t get dick is bc every male muse is gay, well, do I really really need to remind everyone about this subreddit called r/incel?

Clarifying further on this confession. 

---mod Louise

[sometimesrosy]

please abbreviate name and ship

Anonymous said:I’m not trying to be rude as I know you ship Bellarke, but can you explain why you think L/xa was manipulative towards Clarke and why you disliked their relationship? I just don’t see it that way and I would like to hear a different perspective.

Am I ready to go into this? Ok. First, I’m not taking offense. I don’t have a problem discussing different interpretations, however, fandom has a problem with me doing so, which is why I ask everyone to abbreviate Lxa and CL, so that I don’t show up in their ship or stan tags, not because I am disrespecting the character or ship, but because I honestly don’t want the harassment to start up all over again. The history of me and the cl shippers is ugly, with me mostly trying to stay out of it and them coming after me like I was trying to poison their puppy. All the puppies. The CL fandom had a name for me. It was “The Devil.” So you should know that.

Let me begin by telling you that I am the survivor of domestic abuse, and stared watching this show after finally kicking my emotionally, psychologically and economically abusive ex husband out of the house, and what I saw in CL was a reflection of my own relationship, aka, not healthy. I resonated with it as a woman with PTSD recovering from abuse. I tried to explain this in fandom but was ignored and erased and called a lesbophobe instead. I am not. I am an abuse survivor who cares about understanding and unpacking abusive relationships and empowering victims. Abuse is not limited to m/f relationships.

I need to make it clear that my interpretation of CL does not invalidate the interpretation of CL as an epic romance, fantasy story, or wlw empowerment tale. Those are all valid and I recognize the need for the wlw community to have the same kind of stories that straight people have always had, and CL within The 100 was SO CLOSE to being the epic fantasy that was needed. But the canon proved that it never was a romance genre story that allows... DEMANDS the happy ever after ending. So The 100 was a great disappointment to the fans. It failed to give them what they were looking for. CL was a LOT like a very traditional M/F romantic trope that does end up with a HEA lovestory ending, the captive princess and heroic warrior king story. So it’s no wonder they read it as an epic romance just like the ones they’ve been seeing for m/f romances for centuries... MILLENNIA. 

That said, I’m going to put my analysis under the jump, because I don’t want anyone who doesn’t want to hear it have it appear on their dash. This is an entirely opt-in meta, and if reading something critical of a ship you love or like is not what you want to do, then please be a responsible consumer of media and do not opt in.

okay, so op, I GET why you see nothing wrong with this romantic dynamic. I was like you once, and I thought the warrior/princess dynamic was sexy and romantic and the fantasy of being taken away from all your problems so you didn’t have to deal is A+. But ever since I was IN a relationship like that, and realized it wasn’t about love or romance, but rather about power and control, I cannot, AT ALL, find it attractive. It’s painful and harmful to be in. And it’s not great for the dominant lover, either, tbh.

Please note: I do not have a problem with them being wlw. NOT the problem. I’ve been involved with the lgbt community since 1988. I am bisexual, demiace and androgynous myself and my sister was in a long term relationship with a woman and I like other wlw ships just not this one--because for me, it reproduces a harmful m/f romantic trope. When I find m/f ships like this I don’t love them EITHER. (reylo is just as filtered out of my dash as cl is.) So that’s a lot of explaining why I disliked their relationship and it has to do with my experience in an abusive relationship that was about power and domination and how I learned that that is NOT love. So now I’m just gonna make some points about where there was manipulation in the the relationship, some of which came before romance, some of which was the ‘courtship.’

when they first met, L posed on the throne and blamed her for killing the army she’d sent to destroy the delinquents. Clarke WON the battle that L started, and she acted like that was murder. no.

When L told Clarke that Finn would die for HER. although her actions had nothing to do with his massacre.

When L told her that Finn’s mercy killing would haunt Clarke forever.

When L told Clarke that love was a weakness. That is the WORST advice ever and anyone who still stanned L after that nonsense... i just don’t understand why y’all have no sense. I knew from the start that was a sign that L was “in the wrong.” it is CLEARLY a bad life philosophy. (made much worse that she began a courtship with Clarke after using her philosophy to cut Clarke off from her people, thus leaving only HER love as worthy? IDK. But that’s after this timeline.)

When Clarke came running to save TonDC and Lxa from the bombs, and Lxa COERCED Clarke into letting them bomb the village. This was the first REAL sign to me that this relationship was manipulative and abusive and it wasn’t a relationship yet. They weren’t even friends yet. And Lxa used Clarke’s guilt over Finn and LOVE for Bellamy to rush her into a decision that benefitted LXA’s political agenda, to get rid of the troublesome rivals on the coalition. She used methods with Clarke that were the same exact thing that my ex used to do to me. She told her that she had no time to argue, although there was time for L’s argument, and there were no other solutions although Clarke offered like three separate ones (setting a fire as the probable most effective.) That was NEVER Clarke’s decision. Lxa COERCED her. And MANIPULATED her.

WORSE after it was done, LXA BLAMED HER FOR IT. Said it was her action. Forced her to keep it a secret (which only benefitted LXA.) Then tried to kill Octavia. 

Look I totally understand why Lxa was besotted with Clarke. She’s amazing. But she started pursuing her when Clarke was dependent upon Lxa’s army and goodwill. 

She started pushing her about her FEELINGS for Bellamy when they were military allies, AFTER telling her about how her political enemies used her love for Costia to control her, and KILLED her for it. So here she is, a political...associate, questioning her about someone she thinks she loves, after telling her that love is a weakness. Pushing her feelings for Bellamy as a what? Vulnerability? Way to control her? RIVAL FOR HER ROMANTIC ATTENTIONS? 

Then Lxa KISSES HER. IN the MIDDLE OF A CAMPAIGN? Can you freaking imagine? The woman with all the power, who Clarke depends upon for the life of her loved ones, essentially her “boss,” in a way. She makes a move on her. Think about this. “I like you, oh by the way, i hold your people’s life in my hand, so you should come live with me.” Dude. That’s not a sweet romance, it’s sexual harassment. 

Just to bring it to a point. Clarke rejects her advances and then THE NEXT WORDS are “he did it,” because Bellamy has sent up the signal, victorious warrior (rival) and get’s all Clarke’s attention. What happens then? Oh yeah. 

ON the verge of WINNING the freaking mountain completely, Lxa SELLS HER ROMANTIC RIVAL (bellamy) and Clarke’s people, who proved far more formidable and successful than she expected and so are a politcal threat to her, to her GENERATIONAL ENEMIES.  and then. get this.

AND THEN SHE INVITES HER TO COME LIVE WITH HER AGAIN. Oh hey babe, since your people are destroyed and your boyfriend is dead, wanna come to my place? ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?

And no, despite all the people who tried to argue that was a WISE political move, no the hell it wasn’t. It was the path to her demise. She broke faith with her allies, not just sky crew but also the coalition and they took her down for it. 

In addition, Lxa herself admitted that was her biggest regret. That was her biggest mistake. WRONG DECISION. Weak leader. And a betrayal.

THEN 3 months later, she kidnaps her and imprisons her. This is not romance. This is not protection. If it WERE protection, she would have sent her back to her people. She was a prisoner. This is not a romantic situation. 

Oh when she told her how PATIENT she’d been for ALLOWING her to not talk to her for two weeks. Bitch. You have her in prison. You aren’t patient. You aren’t kind. You kidnapped her. After your betrayal. YOU’RE the one who should be begging for her forgiveness. Instead you’re acting like she’s an immature child. What? 

She then gaslighted her and told her she didn’t do anything wrong when she betrayed her and she did the same thing anyone would do, in fact, LXA wasn’t the betrayer, CLARKE was the betrayer. She turned her OWN sins around and blamed them on Clarke. She did it. We saw her did it. We saw how she forced Clarke’s hand and made her choose between TERRIBLE choices. 

Then she FORCES her to bend the knee so she doesn’t murder all of sky crew. That was not romantic. That was force. 

And she offers her own private bent knee ceremony with no witnesses and promises we all know she won’t keep because she has no honor and no one there to make sure she does what she promises.

WHICH IS WHY Clarke can’t leave. Because no one else will make sure she keeps her promises.

AND THEN we get to the carrot part of the carrot and stick part of manipulation. You can leave and I’ll kill all your people, or you can STAY and get nice clothes and a safe room and good food and music and be treated like a pampered bird in a golden cage. Do what I say? Get nice things. Just because you are being given nice things and treated nicely doesn’t mean it’s not manipulation and you aren’t being dominated.

I might also add that during this time, L often mentioned her own death. As if it would happen. Now Clarke had to stay not only to save her people from death, but also to save LXA from death. Just so you know, this is a classic psychological abuse technique. The abuser threatens/implies suicide if the abusee ever leaves them. “Oh when you go I will die, that’s the way it is.”  

Reminder, when Clarke wanted to go to Arkadia and fix the massacre, Lxa REFUSED. When Clarke said, “so I’m a prisoner now?” Lxa said straight out in canon. “Yes you are a prisoner.” She had ALWAYS been a prisoner. She was not a guest. She had no freedom to leave. Making her feel like she had to or wanted to stay does not mean she actually had a choice. She did not. (compare this to when Bellamy told Octavia, i understand if you need to go, but you’ll always have a place with me.” O had the FREEDOM to stay or go, and B NEVER gave or withheld permission. She was free. Clarke was not.)

Oh and Clarke is not innocent in the manipulation, either. After the hakeldama massacre, Clarke used her evaluation of Lxa as being proud and concerned with her “legacy” to manipulate her into betraying her OWN people and their beliefs and saying “blood must NOT have blood.” And yes that led to L’s downfall, but to be fair, she already did it by sparing MW. L is vain, and Clarke worked that. To sky crew’s advantage, but she did. 

After they get back from Hakeldama Clarke has given up on Bellamy and their relationship starts being less manipulative. Oh wait. the whole “so wait, you want me to not take vengeance for your people’s crimes by wiping out the village, but you’re going to punish this actual murderer who just tried to kill you, huh? wow hypocrite much?” 

And then when Lxa decides to *surprise surprise* go back on her promise to treat sky crew like her own people and WIPE OUT THE ENTIRE POPULATION, she’s like, okay, I give you permission to leave now and be with your people. Aren’t I kind and merciful to let you go? NO YOU ARE NOT. It isn’t kind and it isn’t merciful and it isn’t loving to ALLOW your beloved to be with her people. before you wipe them out. Or even if you’re not. It shouldn’t be up to you whether she goes or stays. It should be up to HER. But it never was. 

Tbh it wasn’t until Lxa “let her go” after she’d already committed to murdering all Clarke’s people and Clarke couldn’t do anything to stop it anymore that the relationship stopped being manipulative. Their ENTIRE relationship was finding way to work each other. I do not like that kind of relationship. The only wholesome part of their relationship was their time with Pauna (no manipulaton it was a fine story) and the sex, (also a perfectly lovely story. )

Okay. go ahead and hate me now. A couple years after, I rewatched the show to see if I could see that stirring, epic love story in CL that the fans love, and even when I’d worked through my personal abuse issues and was no longer literally triggered by it, I found it to be a thin romance, far too political in nature. Just didn’t do it for me. Was it passionate? Yes. Did they like each other? D: No. I don’t think they were ever intimate enough with each other (except for with Pauna) to actually get to know each other. It was very pretty and glamourous. I am not a fan of glamour. It tends to be all show, little depth. 

all in all, I do NOT think CL is the love story that wlw deserve. I dont’ think it was intended to be. And I think people hungry for a canon fantasy love story believed they were getting their HEA that romances promise. But it wasn’t a romance. (I cannot make excuses for The 100′s social media presence at that time. they fucked up.) I think it was CLARKE’S story of darkness and trauma and recovery, and L was her shadow. She needed to fall n love with her to embrace her own dark side. And she needed to die to push forward both Clarke’s trauma and the plot. Lxa was a tragic hero like Macbeth. Doomed. I don’t like Macbeth as a character, either.

[0idril0]

Caged 2

Ok y’all this is a 3000 word monster that is a little different from the feel of the first installment. It has a lot of worldbuilding. I understand if it’s not what people wanted to see, but let me know in the comments! I’m always open to feedback. 

Thanks @whumpywhumper and @wwayward-vagabond for beta reading for me! oh and a PSA, whumpywhumper has an OC named Emric as well, I forgot him when I was writing, so if she ever posts about him know she had the name first but was gracious enough to let me use the name. 

These people showed some interest @voidwhump @inpainandsuffering @imagination1reality0 @genesissane @whumpitywhumpwhump @castielamigos @whumping-every-day @kyra-plays Let me know if you want to be tagged in future installments

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 Supernatural Protection and Criminal Analysis

Anoria’s caracal form glided on silent paws into the ornate foyer, disgusted. So, this is what smuggling gets you. The foyer glimmered, gold and silver reflected light from a giant crystal chandelier onto polished wooden floors.

As she and Emric approached a set of double doors they joined least 15 people waiting to enter. Anoria felt a snarl crease her face as the inventoried them. The woman in front of her had heels that probably cost more than her rent.

Emric played with her leash as he spoke with the doorman, handing over his coat and jacket with their gilded invitation.

“Ah, Mister Roland Moore, Master Murdoch has you on the list.” The doorman gestured at the double doors beside him, pulling open the heavy door like it was weightless.

What they walked into... it made her sick.

“Fuck...” Emric stared for a moment, wide eyed, and she lashed her tail in agreement. An orchestra started in the corner, couples dancing on a large dance floor, rings of elegant couches fanning through the rest of the great hall. There were supernaturals and exotics with every group.

They were illegal to own, supposed to be free according to the World Conservation Acts from 1945. But illegal trade still thrived.

“Alright, here we go...” Emric’s soft voice was barely audible before he clicked his tongue at her and moved forward, eyes scanning the room surreptitiously.

They meandered, walking past what amounted to exhibits. An aquarium took up one of the largest walls. Mercreatures floated listlessly as children pressed their sticky faces against the glass. A few rapped at the aquarium wall when the creatures’ hollow eyes didn’t register them.

“Why won’t it move?!” Whining, one of the children struck the glass, trying to make a golden tailed humanoid move from where she had curled under a rock.

What appeared to be the mother snatched his hand, whispering venomously. “Will, so help me, if you get us kicked out of here after everything I’ve done to get here....”

She watched as they traveled to a different wall, this one taken up by ornamental bird cages. Her eyes fixated on one of them as they passed, the small, rapidly moving figures igniting the portion of her brain she tried to suppress in her caracal form.

Dragonflies. Their leathery bodies held aloft by mimic butterfly wings, the largest no more than palm sized.

Hundred of cages hung from the wall, each with a different type of tiny creature. She swiped at Emric’s leg, and pawed at the lowest cage.

“Fucking hell, Anoria.” Hissing, Emric shook his leg and leaned down the adjust her collar. “I see them. There’s more on the back wall, higher order, but I think those are stuffed.”

She hissed as she took in the last wall, horrified. A stuffed elf sat tucked into a hollow tree, and the twisting branches held a posed thunderbird and the shifted form of a werewolf.

Emric stood, eyes trained on a particular group. “There’s our target.”

He prowled towards the group of high profile guests subtly, putting an arrogant saunter in his step as he walked. It was the saunter that had sold him for the op, but the fact that was tall and well proportioned didn’t hurt.

One of their targets spotted him as he walked, eyeing him like a predator. Her hand rested on the three tailed fox in her lap, fingers caressing the jewel encrusted collar possessively. Emric gave her a sultry smile, slowing as he pretended he’d been walking past the group. “Well.... this party just got more interesting, here I thought I would be bored.”

The redhead smirked from where she sat, holding a champagne flute out to Emric, an obvious request for him to refill it. “Oh, the party hasn’t even begun, darling.”

Emric smiled his most inviting smile as he handed her a fresh glass from the table in front of them, settling close enough that his thigh brushed against her emerald gown.

“And who might you be?” His voice held the edge of a tease to it, he knew who she was, Ingrid Reed. Best friends with the host of the party, and known to be free with her affection.

The woman bit her lip, leaning until her chest brushed his arm as she purred huskily. “You, you, can call me Ms. Reed. If you’re good though, I’ll let you call me Mistress.”

Anoria jumped up onto the cushions beside Emric, settling her paws onto his leg as he smiled at the woman. “Well, that sounds promising.”

They flirted lightly until a hush fell over the room, followed by low muttering, groups of people turning towards a figure entering from doors leading further into the mansion.

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He walked placidly behind his Master, staying behind him and to the left. The exact distance his master had taught him to be.

The silver collar and shackle on his ankle tinkled as he moved, and Master had attached what he’d called jesses to his wrists. He felt safer with them on. The silver inlaid leather kept his hands in front of him, fingers strapped together so they couldn’t move. The soft leather was thin and supple, a barely felt weight he was grateful for. It made sure he couldn’t hurt anyone with his claws. Because Master didn’t want to punish him.

The smell of food made his stomach rumble before they made it to the door of the large room his master held his gatherings in. Saliva pooled in his mouth, and he swallowed, wiping a shoulder at the cage attached to his face in an attempt to stop himself from drooling.

Master stopped him before they entered the great hall, grimacing in disgust at the drool dripping around the metal bit. He trembled as the tug at his collar made him come closer. Master unfastened the muzzle, gripping his hair tightly, as he wiped at his face with a square cloth to remove the traces of venom tinged saliva.

When he was done, the hand released his hair, resting on the back of his neck, thumb stroking his pulse. Crooning, he let his eyes close, sinking into the light fog his Master’s touch brought. “Here we are, lovely. Remember what I told you.” 

The muzzle slipped back between his teeth, and he didn’t fight it this time. The gentle ministrations turned to his wings, Master’s broad hand smoothing a stray feather before gripping one of the crooked bones tightly. The fog receded minutely as his chest tightened, remembering Master breaking the bones repeatedly when he was small. Reminding him that Master was taking care of him now, he didn’t need to fly, he needed to stay with him. “Behave for me.”

He forced his wings to relax, straightening his spine and allowing his wings to unfurl to show the blue and black feathers, just like Master liked. The painful grip loosened, and a happy hum from the man had his tail uncurling from where it had wrapped around his calf.

The relief was shattered as the door opened, Master pulling him forward into a mass of humans.

The room was a storm of movement, his predator brain overwhelmed with the input. He zeroed in on a few of the smaller, brightly colored pets, stumbling as his eyes flickered between the groups in front of him.

He felt his already fast heartbeat accelerate as he followed his Master, worried the man would be angry at his lack of grace. Master had other pets to bring, if he decided to go get a different one then he wouldn’t be fed. A wave of dizziness passed over him as they grew close to a circle of humans, all seated on padded perches, their pets at their feet or in their laps as they lounged to eat.

The group of humans perked up as they approached, presenting for his master. His Master’s shoulders relaxed, a small smirk taking over his face as he took an empty seat.

A familiar red haired human hummed as Master sat, caressing the ears of a hollow-eyed, white fox. “There you are, Lachlan, I was beginning to wonder if you were coming to your own party.”

Master plucked a bubbling drink from the low table in front of him, pulling his collar so he knelt in front of the padded perch, within stroking distance. “And miss seeing you, dear? Never.”

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Anoria dug her claws into Emric’s thigh, trying to get him to focus as Lachlan Murdoch took a seat. But she felt herself staring as well.

A Harpy. An obviously male Harpy.

They hadn’t gotten any intel on the target’s captives, recon was why they were here. But, Harpies as a species were rare, and reclusive. Even photos were rare, and that was for females.

The avian walked stiffly, his talons working hard to not score the floor, the leathery pads of his fore-toes barely touching the polished wood. His broad shoulders were scarred and bruised, muscles bunched and twitching as his wings brushed against stray chairs.

She let some of her instinct take over, assessing the other predator for danger. What she saw made her hurt instead. Patchy wings flared as he knelt, revealing crooked bones and malnourished muscles that shook with strain.

Male harpies were supposed to be extremely dangerous, but he looked so small, so young. The Harpy looked at the man holding his leash worshipfully, eyes glazed and heavy, skeletal wrists bound in what amounted to tight leather mittens.

Worse was the muzzle strapped to his face, metal bit behind his fangs, forcing him to bare his teeth in a snarl that showed the inch long incisors. Like Lachlan was trying to make him seem more dangerous than he obviously was.

“Well well well, who have you found, Ingrid?” Lachlan’s voice was oily, and she could feel Emric tense beside her as he took the brunt of the scrutiny from the newcomer.

Ingrid smiled, dragging a nail across Emric’s chin. “Oh love, we hadn’t gotten that far yet. We were distracted by other matters.”

Emric smiled back, licking his lip as he turned from Ingrid’s eyes to meet the hosts. “Roland Moore, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mister—?”

“Oh, this is a party, Roland, please, call me Lachlan.” The man held out a broad hand, and she heard Emric suppress a wince when it clamped around his own.

“I remember sending you an invitation, your work in exotics has certainly made an impression on the customers I work with. I do hope you’re enjoying yourself.” A smirk spread across his face as he assess Emric.

“I’d say we were enjoying ourselves immensely, love, before you interrupted.” Ingrid was glaring fondly at her friend, hand resting lightly on Emrics forearm. Anoria felt her hackles start to rise, and she stopped herself from biting the hand resting too close to her.

Grinning, Lachlan rolled his eyes. “Please dear, you’ll have plenty of time later, let me socialize with my guests. I was going to ask Roland about his pet.”

Turning from the redhead, he studied the caracal closely, making her skin prickle uneasily, it felt like he looked through her. “It seems you brought something of your own to this celebration of the strange.” Lachlan moved forward to stroke her fur, and she hissed, swiping at his hand. The man laughed, pulling the hand back to settle on the harpy’s head. The harpy leaned into the touch, trilling softly. “Still feisty isn’t it? Is it a new acquisition?”

Chuckling, Emric carded a hand through the fur on her ears. “She’s just got a spirit I can’t seem to tame, she’s particular. You don’t have that problem?”

Ingrid settled into the couch with a huff, muttering about hobbies, as Lachlan smiled broadly at Emric.

Gripping the harpy’s hair tightly, Lachlan pulled on the tangled hair until his head was tilted back, wings fluttering fitfully. “You just need the right touch, the right motivation, and you can get them to do anything. I have a few new acquisitions I could teach you with, if you want?”

Nausea clawed at her stomach, and she felt Emric stiffen beside her, arm deceptively loose where it rested along the couch behind Ingrid. “Why don’t you tell me about the process and then we can schedule a time? I’d love to watch you work.”

It was exactly the invitation they had needed.

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Master’s hand retracted, and he shivered as it left, the room suddenly too close, too loud. He churred, letting his heavy eyes open as the human’s hand fell to the wing closest to him.

“First you need to understand the creature you’re training, what motivates them as a species. It’s easier if you start young, of course, my pretty boy here was hardly more than a hatchling when we found him.” Master’s hand sank into his feathers, gripping the bone tightly as he stood, pulling the crooked wing until it was fully stretched. He cried quietly as the position pulled on the tendon, unused to it being fully flared. His harsh panting stopped after a moment, the sharp pain fading to an ache.

The human that Master had been talking to grimaced as his eyes roamed over his wing, how far Master had to stretch to make it fully extend. “Those look painful, did you find him like that?”

“Found him screeching on the forest floor. Poor thing’s wings were broken. We think its flock abandoned it to die, especially since harpy’s tend to guard their males closely.” He remembered differently, but it didn’t matter. Master was right, Master took care of him now.

Master continued the story he told many of the other humans, stroking his feathers reverently, teasing the feathers apart as he did his best to hold the wing out with weak muscles. As the wing was released, he groaned around the metal bit, pulling the shaking appendage back to his back.

“Of course, we tried to rehabilitate him, but unfortunately, his wings were just beyond repair. So we trained him, which wasn’t easy mind you. Harpy’s are predators first, and built like it.” Master sat, slowly trailing his fingers down his arm, massaging his wrist lightly before unbuckling one of his hands, splaying his fingers and rubbing at the talons.

“We think they climb using their talons, and they hunt big game according to the corpses we found, but we weren’t able to get any footage of them actually hunting.” He shivered as Master turned his hand, massaging his palm, making his fingers curl to show his talons more effectively. He sank into the touch, leaning his head against his Master’s arm.

“But, if you didn’t get footage, how are you sure it’s them? I’m sure there’s other large predators in their forest.” The other human leaned forward, and the collared cat startled him as it leapt from the humans lap to the floor in front of him, hissing.

He hissed back, barely raising his head as the other human male tensed, half-rising before Master gestured for him to sit down. His Master gripped his neck tightly, forcing his head back to where it had rested against him. “Settle down, lovely, you were doing so well.” He trilled, rubbing his face against his Master apologetically.

“Anyway, that’s the fascinating thing, some of the game had been killed by impact, like with eagles, but others had venom in their systems.” Buckling his hand back into the jess, Master stroked his hair, murmuring praise as he fiddled with the straps of his muzzle. “Good boy, being so good....”

His heart swelled at the praise, warmth settling around him like a blanket as the metal bit slid from between his teeth, a large hand squeezing the back of his neck.

“When we found him we were able to make the link between the venom and the harpies we’d been seeing.” He shuddered as Master squeezed his neck, forcing his head to go lax and tilt backwards. The fingers rubbed circles into the muscles, pushing against the venom glands in his neck, stimulating them. Tears sprang to his eyes, and he whined as fingers forced their way in between his parted lips. Hooking on his teeth before shoving his jaw down.

“The venom acts as a potent paralytic, and they seem to gain pleasure from injecting the venom into their kill.” Master’s fingers pushed on the gland in his neck again, turning the fingers in his mouth to press against the roof of his mouth, hitting the venom glands behind his fangs. He clenched his eyes shut, jaw clenching as his tongue pressed against his Master’s salty fingers.

He moaned, breathing raggedly as he fought the urge to bite down, tears streaming down his face from the conflicting signals in his brain. Master dragged the pads of his fingers across his tongue slowly as he retracted them from his mouth, breath hitching as his tail curled around his thigh.

A childlike sob made his chest spasm as he caught his breath, the head rush from having the venom glands stimulated without true relief making him dizzy. He peeled his eyes opened, Master’s hand the only thing keeping him upright as he tried to regain his balance.

“That’s fascinating, I’ve never seen anything like him, do you mind if I—?” The smaller male held a hand forward, showing his empty palm. The lights pierced his eyes as he tried to focus on the human’s hand, taking in every movement at once.

“Please, be my guest.”

The large cat hissed as her master approached him, and he hiccuped clenching his teeth around his reflexive response. His wings flared as the man’s hand touched his wing, preparing for pain.

He’s going to pull, he’s going to pull on his feathers to make sure he isn’t fake, and he’ll stick his fingers in his mouth, he’ll poke at his eyes to play with his clear lid for flying, and his touch is going to hurt, it’s going to bruise and he’s going to bleed.

He didn’t realize he was screeching until Master struck him. Pain exploded in his face and wings as he crumpled to the ground, blood dripping to the floor. Master’s thunderous face appeared above him, wrath written in every line of his body. He keened, curling into the smallest ball he could manage.

“Well, it seems to me, Roland, that we may have found the acquisition you can learn on. How’s Thursday sound?”

He didn’t hear the reply as Master’s servants drug him away.

[curioussubjects]

Non-jittery Thoughts on 15.01

Alright, had some time too calm the hell down, so I could have thoughts beyond a keysmash and a crying emoji. Chances are, too, that I’ll have more to say once I sit down with the episode again. Had to get these initial reactions/musings out of the way first.

This episode did a bang up job setting up the personal plot points for tfw. I’m super excited to see where this is going: Dean’s hell trauma revisited, Sam’s wound and its connection to his own darkness, Cas still struggling with belonging, Dean and Cas’s continuous wrongfootedness coming to a head. It’s going to be a killer of a season emotionally, and I am Here. For. It. 

Full disclosure: the biggest chunk is destiel related. In my defense, Dabb & co. didn’t have to enable me, but here we are.

More thoughts under the cut. 

General Thoughts:

My hype was not squashed! We got a really strong season opener and I’m so happy about it. Sure, we got running ghosts. But overall the episode was incredible; just a solid SPN episode all around. A+ job and kudos to all involved ♥♥♥

The new title card is gorgeous and full of meta potential goodness. See this post for more on that; op hit it on the head I think. For additional analysis, there’s this post from different op that is killer.

Opening sequence with tfw fighting zombie ghosts and running for shelter? Amazing. Showstopping. Breathtaking. 

Dean’s grief over Jack that’s embroiled in his grief for Mary. Just. “He was our kid.” That’s some complicated shit right there. 

Gotta love all the tidbits hinting at what is to come during 15.a, at the very least, if not the larger goal of the season. Reading y’all’s thoughts on the episode has been great so far, and I can’t wait to see what else crops up this week.

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On Sam: Currently, Sam’s role in the more interesting aspects of the plot continue to not quite match Dean’s, which has been a problem for a while. I’m seriously hoping that changes some with Eileen’s return, Rowena coming in with some banter maybe next week, and whatever weird curse Sam got with that bullet wound. I’m loving the potential and I’m loving the prospect of having Sam brought back to the center of the plot. I missed some more emotional involvement from him this episode, too, but that should be addressed once things calm down and Sam and Dean can debrief. However, we got peak Sam in a crisis and it’s always a treat to see him do his job. Bless. Him telling the clown to shut up made my night. I love him so much. 

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On Belphegor: First off, Alex did such a fantastic job. I giggled a ridiculous amount. Instantly invested in the character as bringer of shenanigans. Was not disappointed. Quick deliciously meta tidbits about Belphegor, some of which may not feature in the show, but are still *chef’s kiss* (x):

Moabite deity responsible for fertility and sexual power (in case the ep wasn’t clear on that lmao)

was worshiped in the form of a phallus (so glad that made it to canon jfc)

is a fallen angel??? hello???

he’s the demonic embodiment of sloth, BUT specifically negligence and apathy (i am screaming isnt negligence the whole ordeal with dean and cas atm...and apathy was the problem with jack’s soulessness) 

rules misogyny and licentious men (yeah ok no wonder he was a fan of younger dean oof)

the juiciest: emerged from hell to investigate marriage among humans (and is conveniently in the peanut gallery of dean and cas’s fight. funny how that happens. hilarious, even.) 

apparently after living as a man to experience sexual pleasure he was appalled and fled back to hell where sex between men and women wasn’t a thing i’m??? what?? (yet in the show he seemed ok with hot dudes ayy)

I’m glad my “horny on main” observation turned out to be so on point jesus. Can’t help but wonder how long he’s gonna stick around. His outside perspective is amusing, at the very least. However, the fact that he barely interacted with Sam, but was a lot interested in Dean as well as Cas (though to a lesser extent) makes me think that he’s doing more than just deus exing them out of zombies and ghosts or offering hell exposition. Seems like he going to expose SOME OTHER STUFF. ABOUT DEAN (AND CAS?). He is the “Lord of Opening” after all. And isn’t using their words and being honest the thing we’re all waiting for wrt to DeanCas?? There’s some opening up that is necessary posthaste. Listen, I know I’ve been saying they need a marriage counselor, but this is not what I had in mind. Pretty on brand, though, I guess lol

I’m also really interested about the coding work the character is doing in continuing to queer Dean’s characterization. Belphegor being himself associated with (male) sexuality, and the show clearly focusing on his attraction to humans of the man variety. I wouldn’t even call it subtextual at this point as Belphegor’s interaction with Dean in the car to was really overt. My hopes that the show might actually be explicit about Dean’s bisexuality is uhhhh getting high again *confetti.* Should also maybe at least note that using a demon to do this is probs not like the best strategy, but at least said demon was 1. not skeevy and 2. mostly sympathetic to the audience. 

This is all assuming, ofc, that Belphegor is not catfishing tfw (there’s precedence, after all -- and kudos to anon and op for the timely observations). 

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On Dean & Cas: I think it’s really damn telling that so much space was given to their relationship as like the most important thing going on with their characters? Obviously they have individual issues to deal with (their own struggles with Chuck, revisiting Dean’s stint in hell....which btw also eventually involves Cas too so *hands*), but my sweet baby jesus the validation feels good. Onwards. 

We actually have a weird amount to unpack here because, as others have said, the tension between them is coming from more than just Mary and Jack -- though Mary and Jack are absolutely the main stressors atm as well as emblematic of problems they’ve had for a long long time.  

I’m gonna start with Dean because boy do I love that dumbass; I want to shake him. So we have Dean: he’s grieving Mary, he’s angry, he’s scared, he’s lashing out. It’s a Thursday. We know he’s angry with Cas because he blames him for Mary’s death, even if indirectly. You know what that reminds me of? Dean hating Jack for causing Cas’s death, even though it wasn’t directly Jack’s fault. More importantly, though, both the loss of Mary and the loss of Cas were caused by the same catalyst: Cas going off on his own to solve a problem instead of asking Dean (and Sam, but really, mostly Dean) for help. Like, it’s the one thing Dean has very clearly expressed that Cas needs to stop doing (hi 12x19). It’s the same mistake Cas has been making for years. There was a false sense of security there during seasons 13 and most of 14, but alas. Again, here we have Dean losing someone because Cas couldn’t just come ask him for help. Like. It makes sense, and it’s understandable, despite Dean’s coping mechanisms being shit. In short, Dean’s actual problem with Cas is less that Mary is dead and more that Cas refuses to learn his lesson wrt them being stronger as a unit rather than doing their own thing and putting themselves and others in unnecessary danger. 

Meanwhile, we have a continuation of Cas just being really sad and heartbroken because not only is Jack dead, but he’s once again unsure about his standing with Dean. He wants to protect his family, he wants to protect Dean, he wants to come back with a win; once more, he goes off on his own to do it and it blows up in his face somehow. As much as I loved Cas getting mad at the end of last season, I get why he’s somewhat subdued again. He has his guilt and grief and doubt to deal with. He doesn’t want to be mad at Dean probably about as much as he doesn’t want Dean to be mad at him. So far I’m not yet seeing the return of the spark we got when Cas was defending Jack last season, but I’m sure Dean walking out rattled him beyond the hurt. I wanna see what else happens to make him leave “in a huff” (a bit of spec on this further down). That said, what I’m most excited about is seeing how Cas gets reintegrated into the family -- pretty sure that’s universal lol.

The juiciest part now, though: I was all about the interplay of distance and care that we saw between them; let’s pause here for a quick sec to appreciate how that same interplay has been such a central part of Dean and Cas’s relationship since always like ugh. So much of the larger plot points in the show have also been situations that kept them from being truly partners as well as being constant interruptions on their ability to USE THEIR FRIGGIN’ WORDS AAAACK. We give Sam a lot of flack, but everything has awful timing in this show. We’ve had moments of honesty and vulnerability, but they’re always always cut short before we actually get somewhere; before they arrive at a place where they can talk about their issues. If the “are you ok” scene isn’t a perfect microcosm of that idk what is  /sigh

So, yeah, the “Are you ok” scene oooh boy. I wasn’t as excited as some of you at this scene being an example that Dean still cared, as that was never a doubt I had in my mind (it was definitely a yes omg just talk jesus moments nevertheless). Dean couldn’t possibly just turn that shit off, no matter how much he thinks he’s done with Cas. Like, please.  What we do have is Dean indulging on his own need to know that Cas is, at least, immediately fine. Triage, if you will. Him walking off before Cas can either elaborate, or, most likely, tell him about Sam, is peak Dean passive-aggressiveness. The meltdown I had in the tags of a gifset of the scene is still relevant:

 #cas's little sigh of idk relief???#like he's so sad and physically fine but he's SO SAD and heartbroken#and here's dean finally not just being cold to him and ASKING ABOUT HIS WELLBEING#look at cas's face in tht second gif my heart#you can see him gd relax too i cant#and dean has his fucking check in during a break in the chaos face#im so mad#jdhakjsdfhklsd#and then dean just.........walks away and doesnt actually debrief or help or none of the things he would do#and cas is just...there all vulnerable and upset right before he clams up at the demon's quip#but it doesnt even last look at his damn face as he leaves IM SO#somebody hug him#skldjfhklsajdfa#he needs a dean hug#but noooo dean is being a jackass#this is awful#im not ok#i hate it when they fight#im over it that's enough drama dabb i take back everything i said about loving pain

I’ll definitely have more thoughts on this once we have whatever emotional payload next week.

All in all, I’m not actually concerned about the future of their relationship. They’ve been through much, they’ll be fine. I am, though, tickled that we’ll see these key problems in their relationship reach a point where they have to be dealt with. Also: I can’t wait for the catharsis that Cas leaving is bound to elicit. Both for us, the viewers, and the characters. Besides, Dean needs to go to a corner and have a think about his behavior and if pushing Cas away is really what he wants. And then maybe finally we can get that sweet sweet resolution of an affirmation about Cas’s place in Dean’s life. And in turn an affirmation that Cas does trust their family unit enough to depend on them. 

I think we got a good set up in this episode leading into whatever drama we get in the coming weeks. The tension was up to 11. Love it. Hate it. Personally, I think the empty deal might be what does sets off Cas walking out. Somehow, the deal is not a secret anymore. We have here another instance of Cas making a super important decision that affects The Family on his own and then keeping it a secret (to protect Sam and Dean, a pattern). Dean can be angry and think Cas is dead to him all he wants, he will blow tf up when he learns about this deal. Sam isn’t gonna be thrilled either, though he’s more likely to make puppy eyes of sadness and Disappointment than yell at Cas. Seriously, though, I can just see Dean saying some bullshit because he’s just so done and here goes Cas potentially dying again, which in turn will probably piss Cas off. Etc etc. Cue the violins. 

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tl;dr: if episode 1 is any indication, we’re in for a wild fucking ride, kiddos. hold onto your butts!!! 

[afewmarvelousthoughts]

Truth Pt. 5

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Request: What’s up sug! sorry you’re struggling right now but I’ve come to help you If you could bring this to light for me I’d absolutely love for YOU TO DO JT So basically Bucky X Enhanced reader who are fuckin enemies. Hate each other to every last fiber of their beings bc Bucky is rude and she calls him out on it. AnywHs, they get drunk, truth or dare (go crZy baby) and LOTS LF dirty talk if u wanna do smut but if u don’t then buck taking care of her while she’s drunk cause she admitted her feelings

Pairing: Bucky X Reader (Enhanced)

Summary: Since The Avengers gave you a home the only blight has been Bucky Barnes, a ghost from your past that you can’t seem to shake. It makes you hate him. The feeling, it seems, is mutual. But… a simple game reveals that maybe things aren’t quite so simple. (Post Winter Soldier AU)

Warnings: Physical violence, (non-major) character death, blood

A/N: First fic of 2019!!! WOO! And it’s a fucking doozy... I’ve never written a battle like this before so it was certainly an adventure. I hope it reads well. 

This damn fucking story. How did I get here?! I feel like I’ve been hijacked and held for ransom. But... I like it...? I’m also enjoying really working some of the other Avengers into this. 

Anyway I hope you’re enjoying the ride this enemies to lovers thing is taking us all on!

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Four days later Tony’s voice pipes up while you’re making your first cup of coffee.

“Hey Sparky,” his somewhat endearing nickname for you, “we got a job to do. Meet in the briefing room in an hour.”

“You got it, boss.”

Perfect. A mission was exactly what you needed to get your mind off of everything. Sure he’d be there but your focus would be on the task at hand not what happened between you. Plus it would feel good to fuck some Hydra agents up.

Sam barrels into you on your way to the briefing room, “Where the hell you been, girl?”

You shrug, “Around.”

He huffs, “We need to work on that move soon. Stark thinks he’s got the wings just right so they can deflect your energy and not freak out.”

“Oh, nice! So you can be my own personal jetpack!”

“I was thinking you’d be my laser gun, but to each their own.”

“I should really get my finger gun skills up to par then.” You hold your hands up in the quintessential finger gun style and make points of light glow at the tips of your middle and index fingers.

“If you could get on that immediately it would be great,” Sam laughs, “and be sure to make the ‘pew pew’ noise as you shoot those assholes down.” Continuing down the hall you both proceed to make shooting noises at the other laughing at your ridiculousness.

Before getting to the door you pause and enact a dramatic battle ending. Someone sighs audibly behind you. Bucky, er Barnes, whatever, stands, hands shoved in his pockets looking truly put upon by your display.

“Man, how is it you can ruin a good time without saying a damn word?” Sam grumbles at him.

“It’s a gift,” Bucky responds dryly.

You put a hand on Sam’s arm, “Come on, we’ll finish our battle when the geriatric isn’t around.” Casting Bucky a sidelong glance you head inside and take your usual spot.

Hovering above the table is an image of a low non-nondescript building in an industrial area, a live feed from one of Tony’s stealth drones, schematics, and personnel info. On the table, are pastries. You grab a cronut and pass another down to Nat who sits to your right.

Tony sighs before beginning, that was never a particularly good sign. “So this place,” he makes the static image fill the viewing area, “came on our radar a couple of months ago. Natasha and Clint tried to do some recon but came up pretty cold.”

“Yeah,” Nat pipes up, “there’s obviously set personnel there, shipments coming in of what seem to be medical supplies, but other than that it seems pretty neutral.”

“Where is it?” Sam asks.

“Just outside of Chicago,” Steve replies. “Mainly an industrial region but there are suburbs not far away.” Suburbs meant civilians. Sam runs a hand over his face.

“Either of you, know anything about this one?” Tony points to you and Bucky. For a second you hold one another’s stare, a tingle inches up your spine.

“I don’t,” you answer tearing your eyes away. “The medical shipments could mean something but it could also just be a way station for them. They had plenty of those.”

“Are we sure it’s Hydra?” Bucky asks not directly answering Tony’s question.

“I’m assuming you don’t know anything about this one either, Manchurian Candidate?” Bucky nods.

“We’re sure,” Clint says. “We found reference to it in the Hydra files from S.H.I.E.L.D. but no information other than the location.” That was pretty standard.

You sigh, “Schematics?” There had been some kind of blueprint on the screen a minute ago.

Tony flicks his hand bringing it up, “Barely. I have the actual blueprint of the building but the draw on the power grid here implies there’s more than what we’re seeing.” He pushes the map to the side and brings up the live feed, “I’ve been scanning it for 24 hours to see if I can get a read but there’s something blocking it that I can’t get past.”

He moves his hands to bring everything up in equal measure for you all to study. Once Tony thinks enough time has passed he speaks, “So, what do we think? Go in with what we have or sit on it?” He’s asking the room but looking at Steve, the two of them being the unofficial leaders here.

“If we sit on it there is a chance people could get hurt and if we go in there’s the same chance. I don’t like going in practically blind but I don’t know that we can risk letting any Hydra base we find fester for long.” Steve says, nods of agreement from around the table from everyone but Bucky. “Maybe we take a small team, ground ops.” That meant you, him, Bucky, and Natasha. Great.  

“I’m ok with that, it’s too close to residences for my comfort,” Bruce says, relief visible. He would have gone if asked but he’s so happy to not have to.

“I’m happy to hang back for backup if needed,” Sam says. Steve nods.

“If you think that’s the best call. We will all be close by in case. Except for you Banner,” Tony gives him a reassuring nod.

“Let’s suit up then,” Steve says and with that, you all disperse.

[Bucky]

The jet lands a few miles away from the targeted location and you all load up into an armored van. In the close quarters, he swears he can smell your shampoo, something with vanilla. It makes him think of burying his face in your neck. Not the time, Buck. He thinks to himself.

Other than the exchange this morning he hadn’t seen you save for that glimpse in the gym. Neither of you had exchanged a word still and were actively avoiding the other. However, as Sam drives over a particularly rough patch of road, sending the four of you jostling a bit your eyes meet and he swears they sparkle just a touch in the near black of the van.

He doesn’t like this mission. Not one bit. Steve told him he was being paranoid. This would likely be like most of the others, a partially deserted base with a handful of people, easy enough to take out. Something ate at him though. He just wished he knew what it was or that he had a few days to work it out…

The van stops. If everything was going according to plan Sam was walking around to open the doors from inside a deserted warehouse a couple of blocks away. As they open Bucky braces himself, already prepared for things to go south. It’s just Sam though, exactly where they were supposed to be.

Steve senses his tension and gives his shoulder a squeeze.

“Come on Ms. Daisy, we don’t have all fuckin’ day,” Sam jabs. Bucky hops out, on alert and the three of you follow. Sam gets in the back where you all were, hitting a button that makes the cabin come to life with Stark tech. “I’ll be your eye in the sky. Go get ‘em.”

Outside the building, you all pause, waiting for the all clear from Sam, once given you stalk inside. It’s quiet, very quiet. A generic two-story industrial workspace opens before you, housing some kind of metalworking machinery, and offices toward the back.

Sam’s voice comes in quietly over the coms, “I’m not reading any life signs besides y’all in the building right now.” That wasn’t right because they knew five men had come in earlier and you hadn’t seen them leave.

You crouch down and lay your hands on the ground, light pulsing around your fingers. Nodding you say, “There’s something under us. I can feel the heat.”

“Think you can blow the power?” Steve asks you.

“Not without blowing the whole block out,” you respond.

Bucky can’t shut up, “That’s a bad call.” He gives Steve a steady stare. “It’ll immediately alert them of our presence.”

“Got a better plan?” Steve asks.

“Yeah, we leave.”

“No dice,” Nat says as she whips out a gun and shoots two guards heading down the stairs by the offices. Shit.

“Blow it,” Steve says looking at you. Bucky shakes his head but you ignore him. Laying your hands on the ground they start to glow, pulling in kinetic energy before you send a low pulse that blasts every electrical circuit in range.

A siren can be heard from underground, “What the hell did I say?” Bucky growls running and taking out the few others coming down.

Steve barrels ahead toward the offices, you hot on his heels, no doubt assuming an access point is somewhere back there. A minute later him and Natasha catch up to you. Things are quiet again, save for the low wail of the siren.

Natasha ducks into an office, “Here,” she hisses. As she hits a button the desk moves to reveal stair access. This had to be an old facility, Bucky hadn’t seen something so rudimentary in decades.

Slowly you all descend. Steve at the front, shield up. Bucky right behind him, as always. Then Nat and you bringing up the rear. At the bottom of the stairs, there’s no one, no rushing guards or panicked drones. Just a long hallway extending to the left and right flooded with red light and that maddening sound. As if to say told you so Steve glances back at Bucky a small smile on his lips.

As soon as four agents come barreling toward them Bucky makes a mental note to slap Steve upside the head, with his left hand, the next time the opportunity presents itself.

[Reader]

When you see the agents shooting down the hallway you groan internally. Something told you this was going to be a shit show and these guys were just the opening act.

“Get down!” you say loud enough for your team to hear and shoot a concentrated bar of energy toward the assailants. It was… gruesome. You were used to it. But hopefully, the sight of their comrades mangled smoking bodies would deter anyone from coming from that direction.

“Split,” Steve orders. Automatically you and Natasha head the direction of the agents you took out, effortlessly avoiding the gore.

There’s a lot of electricity being used here. What you had knocked out was only a fraction. You can feel the whirring of maybe a hundred or more heavy duty generators under the building, and it’s hot, oven hot. This is great for you because it gives you plenty of ammo, knowing this she lets you take the lead.

The slightest sound of footsteps greet your ears and a small grunt comes from Nat. You spin on your heels. There’s a woman with her arms around Natasha’s neck. She’s… muzzled. Shit. An asset, not an agent. Nat and you have a system though. Spinning around, acting as though she’s trying to free herself she puts the asset in your line. Laying your hand on her head you put her down, quickly, painlessly.

When she falls Natasha notices the muzzle. Her eyes find yours, the silent, You good, passing between you. You nod and keep going. Hoping this was a one-off.

Silence, still, save for the siren. The presence of the generators is bothering you. Everything is lit by that red emergency light. But those things were running something.

The floor plan seems to be a loop because you hear the boys scuffling just to your right as the hallway opens to a large open space. Papers are scattered, drawers tumped over, desks on their side people left here fast.

“Sam,” you ask into the com. Nothing but static. Fuck. There was definitely something here blocking the signal.

Steve and Bucky round the corner. Immediately you seek out Bucky’s eyes but you don’t have to see them to get the answer to your question. In his left hand is a muzzle, blood dripping from it to the floor.

Goddamnit. These were the worst kind of fights, taking out your own. And there was never any way to tell without prior intel who was a Hydra devotee and who had been taken against their will. The only reason Steve pulled you instead of killing you was the intel they had on you from Bucky and a bit from the Hydra files to corroborate. 

You swallow the bile in your throat, fighting the phantom feeling on the muzzle over your face, and keep going. Focus on the mission. Clear the facility. That was your job.

“I don’t think there’s anyone left,” Natasha says behind you. Desperately you want her to be right but you know she’s not. Those generators.

“Let’s be sure,” Steve says slowly stalking forward as Bucky tosses the muzzle to the ground. When your eyes meet he doesn’t really see you. That’s fine.

There’s a glass partition after the empty open office space. Doors leading further underground. Power licks up your arms, hot and throbbing. This is where the generators are pumping uninterrupted electricity you realize as you enter what appears to be a medical site. A memory tickles the back of your brain.

Bucky and Steve are at the front, methodically swiveling into each small room, opening each curtain, you and Natasha poised to take out anything or anyone that may emerge. Another open space is ahead. Your mouth goes dry. You hiss in a sound and something like a whining growl comes from Bucky.  

A chair.

Every muscle in your body tenses. A hot burning throb lashes up your spine. You can see the plates in Bucky’s arm shift up and down again and again in response to the panic.

This was an Asset Facility. This was a place where they tore people apart and stitched them back together in Hydra’s image. It was in places like this you and Bucky had been made or rather... unmade… You just didn’t think there were any in the states… Stupid assumption. So far, though, all the team had found were R&D facilities, way stations, and holding sites. Not hell mouths like this.

Steve approaches the chair, he knows what it is even if he hadn’t seen one in person. “Don’t,” Bucky grinds out. You’re thankful for it. Seeing someone approach it fills you with a dread you can’t name. Steve looks back at his best friend and you can see the horror, anger, and worry blend on his face.

The sound of a large metal lock echoes over the now distant wail of the siren. Everyone is frozen for a second… And that second is everything.

A strangely familiar bolt of heat shoots your direction. It’s not accurate buzzing and pulsing random bits of energy rather than a knife blade like yours. Bucky pulls Steve down and you grab Natasha. It slams into the steel wall behind you and a groaning sound resonates.

Looking up you see someone, head shorn, muzzled but in a hospital gown. They’re bone thin, dirty, head twitching, chair marks fresh on their face. All across their body are white tendrils of light glowing. Holy. Fucking. Shit.

You can’t think, can’t move, can only see this person and know they feel like they’re inside of a lightning storm, you know they feel like their atoms are being torn apart bit by bit and they can’t stop it or contain it. They can’t even scream out in pain for fucks sake.

Natasha takes a shot but the asset dodges. You come back to yourself then and hurl Nat away as you catch a ball of energy thrown at her. It throbs then snakes its way into your body, burning, through you as you absorb it. 

You scream in pain but raise to your feet. Steve attempts to throw his shield at them and instead takes a messy lash of hot energy across the chest. This asset is fast, even if their release is crude.

“Steve!” Bucky bellows and catches him. You look back to the asset keeping their distance and see them pulse bright and hot all over. Fuck. Bucky sees it too and literally throws Steve at you while rushing for the shield.

You catch him, he’s conscious, though he’s going to be feeling this for at least a week. “Get them the fuck out of here, Y/N!” Roaring Bucky charges the asset and you realize he is just trying to hold them off, give you all enough time before they blow. Shit.

“No!” Steve yells as you drag him along. You do as Bucky says and get them to the entrance of the med ward when you hear a loud crackle. Bucky roars. Steve looks at you, not Captain America at this moment but a scared kid horrified he’s going to lose the only family he has left.

“Take him,” you say. Natasha nods holding Steve’s arm over her shoulder. “Do not stop. Get to the van. Get as far away as you can. Don’t wait for us. Go!” You spin on your heels and bolt back the way you came.

They’re too close to one another for you to take a shot. The asset is on Bucky, an inhuman noise coming from behind the muzzle. God, this was you at some point. Some wraith with only one goal in mind. Kill the target.

You let loose a blast of energy next to them and the asset’s focus shoots to you. Now that you’re a little closer you can see them more clearly, a woman, her skin bubbling and burned, body unable to contain this force that lived within you both.

Bucky moves under her and her focus shoots back to the easier of the two targets present. Another sound comes from her and he throws her back, using the shield for leverage. She slams against the wall. Bucky looks at you, his expression murderous.

There isn’t any time to waste. You see the pulse of light before he does. In an instant you’re in front of him, catching more of that undisciplined energy. It sears its way into you as you try to wrangle it but you hold in your scream, not wanting Steve or Nat to somehow hear and come back.

She’s suffering, this woman before you. A part of you wishes you could save her, help her, but you know the only way to ease her pain is release. With that thought, you direct her own energy back at her blasting a neat five-inch hole straight through her heart. The energy in her body pulses but dissipates as she collapses to the ground eyes seeing nothing, body feeling no more pain. Something in you goes dark when she does.

You know Bucky is ok enough to not need immediate attention if any, so you run the direction the asset came needing to know that there wasn’t another. He calls your name but you ignore him. No one was going to suffer like that anymore on your watch. There are only two cells, sensibly most Asset Facilities only worked on one or two projects at a time.

One cell is open, clearly, the one the woman had come from. The other is locked but you fry the old lock and pry it open. The sight inside is gruesome, a body, charred beyond recognition. They had burned out in here alone. You slam the door shut and stride back the way you came.

He’s kneeling over the woman, taking her muzzle off. Slowly, almost delicately he closes her eyes.

“We’re clear,” you bark and keep heading out. You pause, turn, and send a burning bolt of power, hot enough to melt some of the metal and render it useless straight to the chair.

“What the fuck!” He was far enough from it to not be hurt, not far enough to not be startled. You say nothing.

As soon as you emerge in the above ground space you hear the com signal open. “We’re clear,” you say again.

“Thank god,” Tony’s voice responds. They’ve pulled up outside the building. Exactly what you told them not to do. You burn a bit with annoyance.

As you exit Bucky spins you around. “What the fuck did I say?!” He’s in your face screaming, feeling so much more emotion than you right now you almost envy him. “I said get them out,” he gestures to Steve and Natasha.

“We’re out Bucky don’t-“

“I wasn’t talking to you Rodgers,” Bucky’s tone is icy as he cuts him off.

Rather than respond you let the heat build up under his hands. Hotter and hotter until he hisses pulling the flesh one away, the metal staying put for a moment until it’s glowing red. No one moves and he finally let's go.

You grab him by the neck, spinning him a bit and forcing him down on the ground, straddling him the way she had. It takes an instant. There’s the rustle of bodies around you but you hold up your left arm, lashing tendrils of light curl around it in warning.

“Next time,” you hiss your breath making clouds in the cooling air around you, “I’ll just fucking let you die.” You release him.

When you stand everyone is staring at you. Unsure, afraid. Good. He was right. They needed to remember what kind of monsters were among them.

[cinnaminsvga]

Can I dare ask you to recommend some jk s-smut?

YOU JUST ASKED THE MOST DANGEROUS QUESTION OF ALL TIME HOE!!! YOU’RE ABOUT TO SEE WHAT FUCKED UP SHIT I READ IN THE DOWNTIME HAJSHDJHAD (note: a lot of the stuff I’m gonna link is mxm because HO BOY DO I READ A LOT OF THOSE hope you don’t mind!!) bold are all time faves!!

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wonder by @nchu - This is a Thing and I am forever grateful to OP for writing this wowowowoow

protégé by @baeseoul - A classic JK smut fic, of course I had to put this in here hsjdhjxzn

not so honest by @wonhopes - READ THIS FOR A GOOD TIME WOW (I think this was one of my first JK smut fics?? Always a classic in my heart)

50% Polyester by @perpetually-jungshook - UMM THIS IS A SEQUEL TO HER FIRST FIC WHICH IS SO DAMN CUTE THEN WE GOT SHY!KOOK SMUT,,,, omg you guys you don’t know how much I love shy!kook?? i’m so whipped oh my,,,

Teething pt 1 by @sue-bts - I’m like 101% sure every hybrid fic reader has read this hybrid fic at least once in their life and honestly I am always a Hoe for bunny!kook like,,, geez plz end me

Under the Bridge by @rbuns - UMM MORE HYBRID JUNGKOOK BECAUSE I AM WEAK ok bye

BunBun by JungkookieNoona - HYBRID JUNGKOOK ALWAYS A SMUT STAPLE YEEEET

stuffed pumpkin by @floralseokjin - Why did I enjoy this fic more than I should!! Wow me: a hoe for car sex! ! !

baby boy by @itskimtaehyung - Me: a hoe with a mommy kink LMAO

↳ mxm (MOSTLY YOONKOOK BECAUSE I’M TRASH)

color in your cheeks (the feeling flows both ways) by siderum - [YOONKOOK] This is a sequel to one of my all-time favorite yoonkook fics, the nights really were made for saying things you can’t say tomorrow day!! It’s not super duper explicit smut, but it’s really sweet and gives a little closure to the first part 🤧 Also??? Yoongi is one Thirsty Bitch (relatable tbh)

pretty damn good by skswriting - [YOONKOOK] THIGH FUCKING NEED I SAY FUCKING MORE???? FUCK

Baby, Let Me Educate Ya by IshtarFish - [YOONKOOK] UNEXPERIENCED JUNGKOOK ASKING HIS YOONGI HYUNG TO TEACH HIM HOW TO GIVE A BLOWJOB A+++ WILL ALWAYS RECOMMEND

You Shine So Bright Series by TheHalesNyx - [YOONKOOK] Ok so this is a pretty long series and the smut isn’t the main point of the story but??? JESUS FUCKING CHRIST THIS FIC!!! One of the best Yoonkook fics out there ho boy 

Pretty Boy by Spoonfulofsuga - [YOONKOOK] UHHHH CROSSDRESSING JUNGKOOK I AM SORRY WHY AM I LIKE THIS (y’all know how much I love baby boys hhhhh well here yOU GO)

once upon a time, i was all alone by peachtae - [YOONKOOK] Yoonkook phone sex because I am a Wretched Human Being

But I Want It Anyway by marchdahlia - [YOONKOOK] Jungkook: says daddy; Me and Yoongi: NUTS INTO THE FOURTH DIMENSION

game changer by markerlimes (sunmi) - [YOONKOOK; OT7xJK] UMMMM DID YALL EVER WATCH THAT ONE GAYO EP WHEN THEY TICKLED EACH OTHER TO MAKE THEM SPIT OUT THE WATER? WELL. WELL! ! !

bergen, 4:30 a.m. by bellamees - [YOONKOOK] I took one look at the tags and saw “Finger Sucking” and then now Here I Am, barbeque sauce on my titties,,,

0111100101101111011101010111001001110011 by bellamees - [YOONKOOK] Y’all ever seen an android and be like “Damn I’d like to fuck that” well then you and Jungkook are the Same

Run This Town Series by dreamingdaegu - [YOONKOOK] TBH YOU CAN IGNORE EVERY SINGLE OTHER REC IN THIS LIST AND JUST READ THIS ENTIRE SERIES!!! YOU WILL DIE but in a good way!! Also??? We all need stripper!jk at All Times so,,, here u go

Storytime by Trilluvium - [TAEKOOK] Jungkook jacks it to IU but Taehyung jacks it to Jungkook so 1+1=they jack off together in the same room it’s wildt

Somewhere Close to Reality by Trilluvium - [OT7xJK; TAEKOOK] VERY VERY DUBIOUS IF I DO SAY SO MYSELF BUT HERE I AM,,, READING THIS FILTH (umm so basically jungkook stops time and kinda,,, um,,, with his hyungs,,, UHHH)

Mommy’s Boy by staycute1234 - [JIKOOK] UMMMM jungkook has a mommy kink for jimin,,, i don’t know what else to say i’m sorry

I Got It From My Daddy by Honey0613 - [YOONKOOK] Sometimes I go to church I Swear (THIS IS SO HOT LOL)

Fucking Flithy by staycute1234 - [JIKOOK] JUNGKOOK LICKS JIMINS UNDERWEAR IM SORRY

A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out by wicked_lovely - [YOONKOOK] BRATTY JUNGKOOK GETS [redacted] BY YOONGI :—-)

Fireflies and Waterfalls by SaltyAuntSuga - [YOONKOOK] Soulmate!AUs with smut,,, ah yes what a damn gem

Kiss It Better by mintsoda - [YOONKOOKMIN] UMM NORMALLY I HATE ABO FICS BUT THIS... THIS

Pawn it off by rix - [TAEKOOK] If you’re a taekook shipper,,, get your panties ready tbh LMAO

I have a ton of other fic recs but I’m too lazy so this is all you’re getting at the moment sorry 🤙👏 have fun reading all this filth!! happy holidays wahoo

[roseymoseyberry]

Empty (one-shot)

Heyyy, guess who’s here on this Halloween to bring you my one and only attempt at horror fic. *finger guns*

This fic is inspired by Haru’s headcanon post over here about empties along with some discussion we had about the idea. Also I suppose it’s in line with her Ghost of the Machine writing challenge.

But PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE read the tags. I know my writing tagline is p much “Ok but it’s Rosey so you know it will have a happy ending” BUT that is not the case for this fic. It’s a bad sad time, y’all. So please read the tags and make sure you only read if you’re up for it. Don’t force yourself lmao.

Title: Empty

Series: Pre-TFP but altered so there are more members of Team Prime that I picked kinda at random.

Ship(s): Up to you if it’s OP/Ratch or OP&Ratch. It’s written v vaguely in that regard.

Tags/warnings: Aims to be horror (somewhere between Alien and Until Dawn in inspiration), starving, robot body-horror, robot gore, loss of self, brief mention of suicide, and major character death. Also it’s written in present tense, the spookiest tense of them all. Also I cried while writing this.

“We have visual confirmation,” Perceptor announces, his tone giving little of his own emotions away. Bulkhead and Bumblebee are huddled behind him, peeking at his screen. However, when Perceptor looks up from the screen, his optics seek out Optimus. “It’s Ratchet’s vessel.”

A hope that Optimus had not let himself entertain when the craft was first spotted now blooms unbidden in his chest.

Nearly two years have passed. Two years since the team had been formed. Two years since he had been forced to split the team into two small vessels to make the trek.  Two years since Ratchet assured Optimus that he could keep the second vessel’s crew in line and they would converge on Earth.

Two years since he had scoffed at Optimus’s concern.

“I’ll just be a call away.”

Two years since the Decepticon attack separated the twin vessels and no attempts at communication could reveal the location or fate of their companions.

Two years that now stain the new hope with long-held dread.

“Still no answer to our comms?”

“No,” Perceptor confirms. His digits race across his control panel. “Scans indicate that there is extensive damage to the hull where the communication hub is located, which I would suspect to be the cause. I would further hypothesize that the emergency beacon is the only component that was repaired.”

“So that means they’re alive, right?” Bulkhead asks hopefully. “Ratchet had to have fixed it up, so he and the rest of them gotta be alright.”

Bumblebee looks up at Optimus, more torn in his optimism and looking to the Prime for any indication of how he should feel.

The rapid beeping of the emergency beacon makes Optimus’s digits twitch.

“Perceptor, get us alongside their ship so we can board immediately.” 

It’s nearly silent inside the ship. Certainly no voices, no indications of movement or life. Only the hum of engines indicates that the ship is still functioning as Optimus enters the storage room of the ship.

It is also completely dark. The only light is coming from Optimus’s headlights, throwing long and deep shadows where it the light can’t reach.

“::This doesn’t look good,::” Bumblebee says, his whistling noises as quiet as he can make them.

“They could just be conserving energon,” Bulkhead points out, though his optimism sounds a bit desperate. “Staying in stasis while the ship runs on autopilot, y’know?”

::They should not be lacking for energon,:: Perceptor says over the comms from their vessel. ::They had the same supplies as we did.::

Optimus frowns as he steps in further. The storage room has some basic supplies, but there are only half the number of containers there should be. More worrying is that no matter where he looks, there isn’t a drop of energon to be seen.

“And yet it appears that Bulkhead is correct. There are no energon stockpiles in here.”

::How peculiar. I’m attempting to connect to the ship’s systems, so I should be able to throw some illumination on the topic soon.::

“Inform me as soon as you know anything.”

::Yes, Sir.::

The control center is illuminated by only the blinking lights of the main console, confirming Bulkhead’s theory that the ship is on autopilot. After a sweep of the room proves it to be just as lacking of any signs of the ship’s crew as the storage room, Optimus makes his way to the console, nudging it back to life and throwing bright blue light across the room as the screen lights up. It’s a simple map indicating the path the autopilot has taken and the last few weeks ahead to reach Earth.

“::Where is everyone?::”

“Gotta be stasis,” Bulkhead insists. “Should we check the habsuites, Optimus?”

“One moment,” Optimus replies, his optics never leaving the screen as he begins to type away, minimizing the map to search the database.

Before he can search it, however, another screen pops up. A folder with three audio files. The oldest is labelled ‘For Optimus’, the second oldest ‘don’t listen’, and the third simply ‘new file’.

“Perceptor?”

::Their systems are running minimally, so the connection program suite is offline. It will take me a some time to find a path into the systems to online them and properly connect.::

After a moment’s hesitation, Optimus releases the hardline in his wrist, connecting himself to the console to download the files.

“I will see if I can online them from here. Bulkhead, Bumblebee, check the habsuites together.”

“Yes, sir,” Bulkhead replies as he and Bumblebee head first for the door on the left.

Optimus has started scrolling through the ship’s logs when he starts the first audio file to play in his HUD.

“Hello, Optimus.”

Optimus’s spark stalls for a moment as he hears Ratchet’s voice for the first time in years.

“Hopefully you’ll never have to hear this. But, if I’m honest with myself, you will.” Ratchet soft chuckle is humorless and despondent, and Optimus feels the hope of before evaporating quickly from his grasp. The file is a year and a half old.

Before it continues though, Optimus is snapped from the growing horror by Bulkhead yelling.

“Scrap! Fraggin’—holy scrap. Jazz?!”

Optimus turns his helm, battle programming humming to life automatically, but by some small grace of fate, it isn’t needed. But he is quick to abandon the terminal to join Bulkhead where he is knelt on the ground by the now open door.

Jazz is laid across the barrier between rooms, half in and half out, and at such an angle that Optimus realizes he was likely leaned up against the door on the other side and fell when Bulkhead opened it. Bulkhead still looks startled and jittery, but he has Jazz propped up in his arms. Bumblebee is already in the habsuite, his lights panning across the room.

Sideswipe and Sunstreaker are finally revealed, curled together on a single berth. Bumblebee makes his way over and they shift as he beeps at them.

Three confirmed online. Optimus’s spark eases a bit.

Optimus crouches next to Bulkhead, watching the way that Jazz’s frame is sluggishly whirring back to consciousness. It’s slow going, and it gives Optimus time to note the state of his frame.

Jazz has never had a colorful paintjob, sticking to his usual contrasts of black and white. But even in the dim lights, Optimus can see that the blacks have faded to greys, and any color highlights are pale at best. He nearly looks completely uniform in the sickly grey shade. It’s only his visor and face that still makes him recognizable.

Worst still is when Jazz’s visor slowly onlines and it’s so, so dull.

There is no doubt, when Jazz’s words are too slurred to understand the first time and his left arm does not move, despite by all outside appearances looking uninjured, that he’s empty. Likely has been for a while, though exactly how long is beyond Optimus’s ability to ascertain.

Bulkhead is already digging into his subspace for a cube of energon.

“It’s alright, Jazz. We have you now,” Optimus says soothingly, placing his servo on Jazz’s shoulder and squeezing reassuringly. However, he can’t stay just yet, so he pushes to his pedes to follow after Bumblebee as he says to Bulkhead, “Be careful. While most processes will be slow, programs related to refueling will be fully functional, so he is likely to act quickly and possibly aggressively.”

“Gotcha,” Bulkhead replies, shifting Jazz to lean against his chest. It allows him to wrap an arm around Jazz’s back and hold his opposite shoulder, ready to restrain if necessary.

Bumblebee is already whirring softly to the twin warriors, pulling out a cube from subspace behind his back before revealing it. And, indeed, the moment the twins’ optics find the soft glow of energon, the slow grogginess of booting up is gone. Sunstreaker snatches it lightning-fast from Bumblebee’s grip, not bothering to remove the lid so much as simply bringing it up to his mouth and biting down to breech it.

Sideswipe, still energon-less, haphazardly scrambles over his brother, reaching out in desperation towards the now spooked Bumblebee.

“Please, please please please, give me one, I’m so empty, come on--!”

Optimus grasps him by the shoulder before Sideswipe can corner Bumblebee, pulling him back while holding out a cube of energon in his free servo. “It’s alright, Sideswipe,” Optimus says as the warrior practically claws at his Prime’s servo, pulling it to his mouth so he can start to desperately gulp down the cube. “We have enough energon. You’ll be refueled soon.”

Sideswipe has greyed like Jazz, the once vibrant red now just a slight tint. Sunstreaker has fared no better. And they both move wrong. They move like long-injured mecha, making up for where their frames have failed.

There’s no knowing how far their nanites have gotten in their self-cannibalization to extend their spark-lives. No doubt wiring has been eaten away beneath their plating.

As the three empty mecha slowly start to fill up, Optimus takes the opportunity to look around the room. While it is a habsuite, it looks more like an improvised med-bay. Each habsuite was only equipped with two berths, however here a third has been dragged into the space, and each has an energon-drip hanging by it. Even in the terrible lighting, it’s obvious they have run dry, and likely had some time ago given the state of the berth’s former occupants.

There’s no indication of a fourth occupant. Nor is there any explanation for why Jazz had been up against the door.

Optimus moves Sideswipe to sit back down on the berth next to his brother. Fortunately, he doesn’t seem to mind now that he’s fueling, docile in a way that Optimus has never seen the warrior. Optimus places a couple more cubes between the two, one of which is immediately picked up by Sunstreaker who again tears into it before beginning to gulp it down.

“They should be alright for now,” Optimus tells Bumblebee, trying to be reassuring. He wonders if it’s the scout’s first experience with empties. “Keep on optic on them, and once they’re finished take them back to the ship. Perceptor will need to begin treatment immediately.”

Optimus hopes that they made it in time. Frames can be fixed, or at least parts replaced when given the supplies and time. Processors and programming however are often impossible to ever truly mend.

Jazz has finished two cubes by the time that Optimus returns to where he’s leaning against Bulkhead. His visor is a little brighter now, able after a couple seconds to focus.

“Was startin’ to worry you weren’t gonna make it,” Jazz manages, his voice rough and still slurred, but now it’s at least intelligible.

“I cannot tell you how thankful I am that we finally found you.” Optimus crouches again, servo on Jazz’s shoulder, and he means it. It’s only the lingering uncertainty that keeps Optimus from embracing his sentimentality and holding his long lost friend close. “What has happened here?”

Jazz’s face pinches.

“It’s hard to remember.”

Bulkhead frowns deeply but doesn’t comment. Optimus nods and squeezes Jazz’s shoulder again.

“Don’t worry. Your memories should come back online soon enough. Can you at least tell me why you were against the door?”

Jazz’s helm tilts and several long seconds pass before he nods.

“I tried to leave, but it was locked.”

“Locked?” Bulkhead says, his ridges furrowing with concern. “But we opened the door just fine.”

“From the inside,” Jazz says. His visor dulls again as he frowns. “It was from the inside. He didn’t want us coming out. I realized… I realized that he had’ta be hiding something from us.”

Optimus’s spark clenches.

“You mean Ratchet.”

Jazz nods. “Did he tell ya?”

Bulkhead shifts awkwardly as he says, “We haven’t seen Ratchet yet.”

“He’s supposed to be out there,” Sunstreaker says suddenly from across the room. When Optimus looks over, Sunstreaker looks bewildered, as if he had just been told a fundamental universal truth is false. “Ratchet said he would be out there.”

Optimus feels the dread of before building in his chest.

“Bumblebee, Bulkhead. I need you two to take these three back to the ship.”

“::What about you?::” Bumblebee asks. Beside Optimus, Bulkhead is standing up, lifting Jazz as he does.

“I will check the rest of the ship and then join you,” Optimus explains as he moves towards the twins. Bumblebee already has an arm slung around Sunstreaker to help him up and Sideswipe is still docile, easily letting himself be lifted off the berth by Optimus’s servos. “Bulkhead, can you take Jazz and Sideswipe?”

“No problem, boss. But I think you should come back with us so we can explore the rest together,” Bulkhead suggests, the optimism of before clearly waned.

“That won’t be necessary.”

Neither Bulkhead nor Bumblebee look happy with the decision. And Optimus understands their concerns – the desolate ship was already starting to feel oppressive, and now upon discovering their comrades in the early stages of becoming empties, no doubt they are disheartened and concerned.

The fear that things will only become worse is palpable.

Still, they follow orders. They shoulder their fellow Autobots and lead them through the control room and towards the storage room.

Until Jazz’s helm lolls and he sees the console screen. It has switched back to the map in Optimus’s absence, likely a default while the ship is in autopilot. Jazz’s pedes stop moving, dragging along the floor when Bulkhead moves before realizing his comrade has stopped. “Come on, Jazz,” Bulkhead says, trying to mollify Jazz and get him moving again. However, Jazz does not.

His visor is transfixed on the map.

“But it’s wrong.”

Bulkhead looks to Optimus and, when the Prime nods, Bulkhead stops trying to tear Jazz away.

“You’ve been in stasis a long time, Jazz,” Optimus explains. “I’m sure it is jarring, but we are indeed nearly to Earth.”

Jazz doesn’t look at Optimus, though. He’s still staring at the map.

“No. It’s wrong. We can’t be here.”

“There isn’t enough energon,” Sunstreaker pipes up, still looking bewildered and now almost upset at the state of things. “Ratchet said we didn’t have enough to make it all the way. He said so. There isn’t enough.”

“Where’s Ratchet?” Sideswipes voice is small, impossibly soft for the mech that Optimus knew him to be.

There’s a knot forming in Optimus’s chest.

Jazz’s visor brightens, then, and his servos clench into fists.

“He didn’t take his share.”

That’s enough to set Sunstreaker off. He’s suddenly yanking himself from Bumblebee’s hold, optics flickering and flashing as he yells, “No! Ratchet said he would drink it! He said so! He said he would be here and drink it!”

Jazz, at least, stays in one place. He looks shell-shocked, but there’s a knowing look on his face, and understanding. Whatever it is, it means that Bulkhead can release him and wrangle Sunstreaker instead, wrapping an arm around him and holding him close, lifting his pedes off the ground. Bumblebee takes Sideswipe so that Bulkhead can focus on Sunstreaker. After watching his twin for a moment, optics unfocused as he sways, Sideswipe lets his helm flop back and starts to call Ratchet’s name.

It’s a complete cacophony as Optimus pulls Jazz from the console screen and tries his best to corral his team towards the storage room.

A loud hammering of fists against metal erupts behind them.

It’s enough to shock them all into silence. Optimus swings his helm around and knows, in an instant, that it is coming from the other habsuite door. It rattles as what sounds like an entire frame slams into it from the other side.

The shrill shriek of feedback echoing from beyond the door is spark-chilling.

The three surviving crewmembers are suddenly in motion again. Even Jazz pulls against Optimus’s hold as he murmurs, “No no no no no, you idiot, you idiot--”

“He said so! He said so!”

“Ratchet!!”

“Take them now,” Optimus orders, pushing Jazz towards Bulkhead. The warrior obediently picks Jazz up, slinging him over one shoulder while wrangling Sunstreaker up over the other. Bumblebee has as good a grip on Sideswipe as he can manage and pulls him back towards their own ship.

Optimus however remains in the control room.

“::Optimus, come on!::”

“I said take them,” Optimus repeats, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Do not come back unless I order you to. Understood?”

“But Optimus--”

“Am I understood?”

Neither of them look happy, but Bulkhead and Bumblebee nod and continue to take their wailing comrades with them.

After a few moments, Optimus steps towards the storage room door and palms the panel, having it slide shut.

It’s now silent save for the banging against the habsuite door. Optimus’s digits twitch before his servos clench into fists. He cannot be certain what is beyond the barrier, but he’s seen enough to guess, and Optimus’s spark aches at the thought.

The banging slows. The shrieking of before becomes a spark-wrenching groan of static.

And then Optimus moves.

The habsuite door is locked, this time from the outside. Optimus does his best to ignore the scratching from the other side of the door as his digits move across the panel, bringing up what information it has to give.

A quarantine lock. It’s set for a decade. Ratchet is the medical officer who set it.

No one would be able to override it except Optimus. Not even Ratchet himself.

Optimus keys in his override and, finally, the panel changes color and the door slides open.

A frame slams into Optimus, and he’s barely able to keep his footing, but the Prime manages it as he catches the mech in front of him.

Bright, dumbfounded optics stare up at him.

His frame is completely grey, giving the appearance of a walking corpse. Worst still is the level of decay, bits of armor having fallen away from the basic skeletal frame underneath. The struts of his arm are brittle under Optimus’s servos, practically hollowed by the desperate nanites finding any source of energy the mech’s frame has left in it to keep him moving and his spark spinning.

Even a third of his face has been eaten away, revealing the structures beneath and how the optic rolls in its socket as he stares.

But Optimus can still recognize the face of his old friend.

“Ratchet,” comes out broken as Optimus’s spark throbs with sorrow.

The sudden burning hunger in Ratchet’s optics confirms Optimus’s fears, even as he is suddenly growling and clawing at Optimus, dentae chomping as he tries to get close enough to bite. Digits dig into Optimus’s armor where they can, yanking with strength born of pure instinctual need, trying to rip it out of the way of Ratchet’s true target.

Ratchet is a late-stage empty.

Optimus struggles with Ratchet, holding him back as gently as he can. But Ratchet moves with a feral desperation and manages to start ripping at the paneling protecting Optimus’s neck, managing to tear one away as Optimus grunts and grits his dentae against the wave of pain and the panic it sends his self-preservation programming into. Digit-tips scramble to get a hold on the energon lines there, to hook around and yank, to rip out Optimus’s throat for a taste of his energon--

Optimus has to shove Ratchet to the ground and quickly follows to pin him. Ratchet snarls and thrashes, wild and mad.

“It’s alright,” Optimus soothes, ignoring his processor in favor of his spark and how it hurts. He shifts until his knees have Ratchet’s arms held down. “It’s alright now. I’m here to help you, Ratchet.”

Ratchet snaps his dentae and continues to struggle.

There are no more cubes of energon in Optimus’s subspace, and he will not allow his soldiers to see Ratchet like this. So, without hesitation, he pulls a small blade out of his subspace and shifts his forearm armor away so he can cut into one of his energon lines.

Ratchet’s optics go impossibly wide and completely focused on the spilt energon.

Perceptor tries to comm Optimus, but it is ignored as Optimus lowers his wrist until Ratchet can latch his mouth around it. Dentae clamp down as Ratchet gulps down the first few gushes of energon, and once that passes he begins to suck fervently. All of Ratchet’s focus is on drinking from Optimus’s frame, so he does not struggle when he’s no longer pinned, or even protest when Optimus pulls him to sit up.

The sensation of having his energon pulled through and out his lines is awful, and Optimus’s HUD sends warning after warning. However, they’re ignored as well.

None of it hurts as much as his spark does.

With Ratchet docile as he satiates himself, Optimus plays the audio files.

“Hello, Optimus.

“Hopefully you’ll never have to hear this. But, if I’m honest with myself, you will. It would be sheer dumb luck if our ship is discovered before we get much, much closer to Earth, and I don’t put much faith in luck.”

There’s an audible sigh, tired and weary.

“We lost most of our energon. And while I’ve managed to fix the emergency beacon, the rest is unsalvageable with what supplies we have left. At this rate we won’t last very long. So I’ve taken what we have and I’m going to put it to the best use I can to give them the greatest chance at survival.

“They’ll likely be empty though when you find them. I—Primus, I hate thinking about it. I wish I didn’t have to plan it this way.”

There’s another sigh but it’s shakier.

“Their drips will only last a year. They’ll be empty for likely months after that. But if they stay in stasis – if they still believe that rescue will come and thus their systems keep them in empty stasis – they should hopefully recover with minimal permanent damage. At this point, it’s take that risk, or know that they will offline. And I – Optimus, I can’t let them die. Not like this. Not when I have even a sliver of a chance to save them.”

The voice grows quieter than. Graver.

“I told them I would remain in the control room in case anything goes wrong. And that much is true. I plan to stay here as long as I’m able, staying in a light stasis so the systems can wake me as needed. However, I – I also told them I would have my own share of energon to keep me going. I had to tell them that or else they would have never agreed. I need them to believe I’m alright so that their programming trusts that help will come.

“But the ship won’t make it if I fuel myself. And if they do not make it to Earth, they won’t survive.”

There’s a barely perceptible hiccup of a ventilation.

“Ohh, Optimus. I know you wouldn’t agree with this decision I’ve made, but I know just as much that in my position you’d do the same. I have to give them the best chance at survival that I can because I can’t—I can’t let them die. Not like that, not—not to become empties, to watch them slowly deteriorate in frame and mind. I just can’t. Not when I can possibly save them.”

He sounds haggard with emotion now, his voice catching as his voicebox spits static.

“I’m sorry, Optimus. I don’t believe I’ll ever get to see you again. But know that it—it was--”

There’s a clearing of his voicebox.

“It was an honor to be by your side all these years, Optimus. I want you to know that. I will always consider you my dear friend.”

The file ends and Optimus heaves a trembling ex-vent. His spark pangs with sorrow too deep to contain, seeping like a chill through his frame.

He doesn’t even think twice before playing the second.

“I didn’t think it would get worse than the pain. I swear I could feel them, feel my own frame eating itself. But I onlined to check the status of the trip and it doesn’t – oh Primus, Optimus, I can’t feel the pain anymore. It’s still happening but I’ve gone numb and it’s—it’s all becoming too real now.

“And it’s not just my frame. Most all of my medical programming has offlined. A medic without medical programming. Hah. It’s like the beginning of some sick joke.”

He speaks with a tremor that never really stops, no matter how many times his voicebox is cleared. It nearly sounds as if he’s crying as he speaks.

“And at least I know about that. But there’re other things that are missing now. They’ve offlined and I don’t even know what they are or how to find them. I’m—I’m forgetting things, Optimus. I’m forgetting and I don’t even know what I’ve forgotten. I can’t remember…”

A moment passes. When finally he speaks again, it’s even more ragged, more emotional.

“I should just kill myself. I know I should. I mean, slag, I want to at this point, because I don’t – I don’t want to become this. I know where this ends and I can’t stand the thought. But I also know that if I die, I’ll never—I’ll never--!”

There is the distinct sound of sobbing. It lasts for about ten seconds.

“I want to see you again, Optimus. I want--”

More sobbing. It goes on for nearly thirty seconds.

“I don’t want to die alone.”

A sob wracks Optimus’s frame, but he chokes back the noise of it. He knows it’s ridiculous – the Ratchet sucking the life from his lines doesn’t care – but Optimus can’t stand the thought of possibly upsetting him. At least like this, suckling on Optimus’s wrist, Ratchet appears peaceful. Content.

It can’t go on for much longer though. Optimus is starting to run low now.

Still, he lets Ratchet drink.

He starts the final audio clip.

“LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT! I NEED IT! I NEED IT AND I KNOW THEY HAVE IT, THEY HAVE IT!! LET ME OUT I NEED IT LET ME HAVE IT LET ME OUT THEY HAVE IT AND I NEED IT--!!!”

Optimus ends the clip, shuddering as he can still hear that awful voice in his processor, haunting him.

Ratchet’s optics flicker to life when Optimus touches his cheek. However, Optimus does not stop him from drinking, so he settles and lets Optimus stoke his face.

“I’m so sorry, Ratchet.” The mesh of Ratchet’s face is pitted and rough. Optimus’s intake feels tight and his voicebox threatens to spit static, but Optimus schools himself, forces his voice to be even, calming. “They’ll be alright. Jazz and Sideswipe and Sunstreaker will recover and live because of you.”

It’s hard to know if Ratchet’s sucking actually slows or if it’s Optimus’s imagination. Either way he continues.

“And now let me take care of you one last time, old friend.”

His servo slips behind Ratchet’s helm, cradling it for a moment.

“You won’t have to be alone.”

Optimus moves quickly, pulling his servo away just long enough to let his dagger slip out from within his forearm plating to grasp it. It pushes cleanly between the plating of Ratchet’s neck and helm to sink into his processor.

Optimus holds his ventilation as Ratchet stills.

As Ratchet gives one last full-frame shudder.

As Ratchet’s frame goes silent and falls against Optimus’s chest.

Both of the newer audio files on the ship’s console will be deleted. Optimus will forbid Perceptor from inspecting Ratchet’s frame.  A story will be given to explain the noises, one that has nothing to do with Ratchet.

Optimus will make sure no one ever knows Ratchet as anything but the mech he once was.

Optimus holds Ratchet to his chest and mourns.

[van-dyne]

"im trying to protect her" *calls wanda a weapon of mass destruction* *brings a literal high schooler to fight his battle* steve is such a hypocrite. lol ok "So tell me, Steve Rogers, in what way would letting her go to Walmart be a good idea?" maybe because this is a free country and wanda has the right the to be free.

“Can I point out that Steve picked to take “She’s just a kid” Wanda into combat over combat veteran James Rhodes and indestructible android Vision?” not to be rude, but tony is the one who literally funded the facility where steve trained wanda and the others. FOR COMBAT. in front all the other ADUTL avengersok but wanda is at least trained. she was trained by fucking black widow and steve rogers. the best of the best. where tony just took a high schooler from his home. who has a life, a family, a place to live unlike wanda. and drops him in the middle of the battleground. like that’s so much worse. i love tony too, but goddamn that post is flawed.

First of all, if you have a problem with what is said on the post, why dont you send a message to those people who commented on it?? why are you venting out on me when none of those comments belong to me???? I reblog it because I agree with what the reblogged tags said, the first part of the comment, that is pointing out what Tony was going through up till that point, if you actually read what those tags were saying, here:

#Tony’s SCARED AS SHIT HERE; IS WHAT IM TRYING TO SAY #he’s not all Angsty Accountability Speeches anymore; he’s worried and fumbling #and then it all comes down to ‘GIVE ME A BREAK! I’m doing what has #to be done to stave off something worse’ oh my god fam HE IS SCARED OF WHATS GONNA HAPPEN#at this point he KNOWS HOW WRONG THIS ALL CAN GO FOR STEVE AND THE OTHERS #later on we see ross rubbing people’s deaths on tony’s face after bucky’s escape; telling him that if steve kept antagonizing he was gonna get shot. #ross holds tony accountable for the airport fiasco as well and says he deserved to be in a cell because OTHER PEOPLE escaped  #like tony is viscerally aware that everything they’re doing; they’re doing with political AND LITERAL guns pointing to their heads #and that awareness is already present during the early berlin sequence #when tony’s line of argument has gone from Ideal to Pragmatic Shit - sign this so bucky won’t GO TO A WAKANDAN PRISON #I’m doing this because WANDA IS A POLITICALLY UNSTABLE WMD #he isn’t talking like the accords are the Right Thing To Do anymore #he’s talking like the accords can be ‘amended’ and they need to ‘put out the PR fires’ #and he’s behaving as if someone outside these walls had a gun pointed to their heads #(GLASS WALLS by the way THEYRE IN A LITERAL GLASS CAGE)

I did say in my tags that ‘#they both could have handled the whole thing better’, ‘#but tony has a legit point and concern and it’s out of fear and worry’ If only they can only sit down and talk and understand each other’s concern and pov, instead of you know, storming out the room. My whole point being is I don’t understand why people can’t understand Tony’s concern and worry, with Ross breathing down his neck, the accords, the UN, the media, the government, the families of the deaths, are all giving the Avengers, Tony pressure, and they’re never shy to express that they are more than ready to arrest Wanda. Tony is truly trying to protect and prevent Wanda from getting arrested by keeping her in the compound, under supervision of an other Avenger. He’s relying on the accountability that he and Vision (who signed the Accords) have to gain the trust from the government the UN and the rest in order to keep their hands off Wanda. So I guess to answer your ‘it’s a free country, Wanda has right to be free’ comment, sure, she can leave the compound, Tony’s will to keep her in the compound holds no legal authority, but then she will have to face the consequences herself, because you’re forgetting the fact that everyone is out for her blood at that moment, and that she is not a US citizen, the police can arrest her, and people are afraid of her power, so when they’re afraid they’ll try to contain/attack her and she will react and god knows what will happen because even she doesn’t have full control of her own power. Yeah it’s not a nice thing to say calling her ‘weapon of mass destruction’, but it’s sadly what the rest of the world sees her as after Lagos. 

Do you understand the importance of having the public trust and good public relation in order for the Avengers to operate smoothly? The whole point of Civil war is telling you that the world, even the world with superheroes, is not black and white, just because you save some people it doesn’t cancel out the deaths you’ve caused, and just because you’re superheroes doesn’t mean you’re above the law and that you can ignore international boarders and get a free pass for the collateral destruction you’ve caused because you’re chasing the bad guys. There will always be consequences and the Avengers have to answer for it, it’s called accountability, and being accountable for your actions is how and why people would trust you. Without trust, the public would breed fear and resentment towards them, that’s why Wanda is better to stay at the compound and not out in the public until they can settle the incident in Lagos, because the public and the government doesn’t trust her. And like I said, Tony could have handled it better by personally speaking to her about this issue, he could have asked if she wants the protection, or if she wants to be held responsible of her own action, instead of making the decision for her. But I can’t fault him on his intention to keep her out of prison.  

LOL and the second part of your comment is just the typical ‘how to prove Tony is worse than Steve 101′ argument, Rule No.1: always bring up how he recruits a 15 y-o into battle! even the discussion has nothing to do with that! just throw it in there! because it will make him look BAD! I’ve been through this  x , x   we’ve all been through it so many times, and it makes me wonder how many of you actually watch the whole movie and actually pay attention. You can fault him for being reckless to bring Peter in, but he also gives him a high tech suit specifically designed for him to protect him, and he sends him straight home when he sees the battle has escalated and is no longer safe for Peter. Also y’all always decide to neglect the fact that he did not go to Germany with the intention to fight, 

Nat: Was this part of them plan? Tony: My plan was to go easy on them, 

Peter: Mr Stark, what should I do? Tony: What discussed. Keep your distance, web them up.

Ross gives him 36 hours to bring Steve and Bucky in,

Ross: I’m putting Special Ops on this.

Nat: What happens when the shooting starts? What, do you kill Steve Rogers? 

Ross: If we’re provoked. 

After that, Ross’s team will start shooting, so Tony and Nat’s objective is to bring them in safely, by their hands, not Ross, and they clearly didn’t expect the scene would turn into a fight, a battlefield like you said. Tony brings Peter in, besides studio decision, is that because he has seen how Spider-man fight, he knows he’s strong and can hold his own, and more importantly, his fighting style is not lethal, Spider-man uses his webbing to capture the bad guys, which is exactly what Tony needs right now, that’s why he brings him in to help because for the love of god he’s desperate. He needs to make sure they have the upper hand and bring team cap in otherwise Ross’s team would come in and their style is shoot first ask question later. Y’all like to give him grief for bringing a child in, but ever think of if not for Steve and co, he wouldn’t be in that position being the human shield between Ross and Steve, and like I’m not asking for appreciation, I’m just asking for understanding. Tony makes questionable decisions but please dont pretend Steve is oh so much better and come to my inbox on your self righteous high horse :) 

[roseamongroses]

Antithesis: Dear Diary: why?

[Specific-Summary]:  They should expect growing pains. For not everything to feel right or make sense. That doesn't mean it'll always hurt, nor does it mean they can't have fun along the way. It's senior year. Everything may be different. It won't be senior year for long. Everything will be okay.

[General Warnings]: Implied Emotional Abuse, Implied Physical Abuse, Bad Parents are Bad Parents, Mild Sexual Content/jokes,Mentioned Homophobia, Mentions of underage drinking (backround), Some Catcalling,Cursing , Self Hate,implied pregnancy talk/inability to become pregnant, adults arguing where the “kid” can hear it, adults drinking, 

[Tags/mood:] highschool au,  fluff and angst but its all good, chat fic, teen stress, its flordia no snow we die like men [Pairing:] Roceit (Roman Sanders/ Deceit Sanders), hinted future/possible logince/roloceit/loceit [Characters]Roman Sanders/Deceit (Dmitri) Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Logan Sanders, Patton Sanders, Remy (Sleep) Sanders, Nate Sanders, Dragon Witch (Diana) Remus “The Duke” Sanders (minor/brief)

(Ao3) (Previously)

(8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15)

(16) (17)

(Note: Please check the general warnings and character list before continuing since some changes have been made and I don’t want to throw you off later on) 

Roman slung the scarf across his shoulders, “You think I should pack this?” he said, striking a pose, “You think it’s gonna be too hot for summer or?”

“You do look good in red...” Dmitri glanced up from his laptop, still typing, “And it’s better than your fifteen--separately bought-- white jeans.”

Roman flung a trench coat at his face. “Glass-fuckin houses babe, half your closet is black and boring--plus I like the white, ” he protested, “And don’t you think the red will be a bit too much with my hair?” he untucked his curls from underneath the scarf, smoothing the sides.

Dmitri laughed, “You’re the definition of a bit too much, Ro,” he said, “But if it means anything the reds been fading for a while now,”

“Wait really?” Roman picked up a hand mirror, angling it with a frown, “Dammit,” he said, “Virgil might still have some bleach left over, but I don’t want to kill my curl pattern like he did…”

“Then don’t redye it,” Dmitri shrugged, “You’ll look good regardless.”

Roman fluffed his hair, pouting in the mirror, “How good?”

Dmitri rolled his eyes, “Fishing early I see,” he said, pausing his typing to take a better look, “The red hair nice, but the brown will soften your features since there ’ll be less contrast.”

“I’dunno if I want to ‘soften my features though...It’d look cute, but...maybe if I cut my hair?” Roman tugged the scarf off, “.…people would take me more seriously.”

“Now why would you…” Dmitri paused, setting his laptop aside nodding, “Come over here, let me take a closer look.”

Roman eyed him warily.

“C’mon now, I’ve been dating you for what? A little over a year, Have a little faith,” Dmitri defended, “I’m not a snake tricking you into sinning,”

Roman crossed his arms, eyeing him up and down, “You’ve done it before--remember?”

“Oh that was fun and you know it, now c’ mere,” He offered a hand.

“It was,” Roman sighed, relenting and taking his hand. Dmitri tugged him to his knees, Roman making panicked noises as they bumped foreheads and he used Dmitri’s shoulders to steady himself, “Close enough?”

Dmitri tilted his head, “A bit closer.”

“Closer?” Roman’s lips barely brushed his.

“There we go--would you look at that,” Dmitri murmured, “A handsome prince if I’ve ever seen one…” Roman’s expression softened and Dmitri continued, “Whoever you’re trying to impress would be stupid not to take you seriously, especially with your anal work ethic--mmph,” Dmitri’s hands flew to Roman’s waist only slightly caught off guard as Roman closed the distance. The sloppy kiss eventually dissolved into Roman peppering Dmitri’s face between giggles.

“Either you’re rewarding me or you’re trying to distract...” Dmitri’s joke died off, eyes fluttering as Roman’s attention dipped lower, trailing his jaw, “Oh that’s...that’s nice…Your brother out?”

“Mhm,” Roman hummed contemplatively, before pulling back a bit, “ Yeah he is, but...I dunno I’m not really in the mood for that…Sorry..”

“You don’t need to apologize every time you know?” Dmitri leaned into Roman’s chest, feeling Roman’s hands nestle into his hair.

“It’s just so...weird.” He could hear the frown in Roman’s voice, “Is it weird? I’m going to be gone for a while too…Am I being a bad boyfriend?”

“You’re not weird, it's normal.”

“But--” Roman’s voice was quiet, “--- it’s not like you’re not attractive-- but--I dunno-- sometimes actually doing stuff like that is just...ugh I can’t even describe it.”

“The other guys might be horny bastards 24/7, but it’s perfectly normal for you Roman.” Dmitri said, “If you want to kiss we can kiss if you want to cuddle and talk we can do that too.”

“Talk’n’cuddle,” Roman mumbled and Dmitri smiled.

“So how are you feeling about the trip?”

“Oh, I’m absolutely horrified--” Roman easily spun into a rant,” I have to be holed up in that infested dung heap with that odorous rat with only my beautiful tia’s cooking as solace?” He sniffed appalled.

“Huh,” Dmitri snickered, “I’ve never heard that nickname for Virgil.”

“I’m not...talking about Virgil.”

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R: XXX.notalink/rated:m/dontclickfortheloveofgod/dJDoJi90

Rem: WHAT THE FUCK ROMAN Rem: WHY WOULD YOU SEND THAT

L: Why the hell didn’t you read the link first

Rem: WHO THE FUCK READS Rem: GOD NEVER AGAIN

L: I highly doubt it's that bad

L:....I stand corrected

Rem: you clicked the link too didn’t you

L: In the name of science of course

Rem: ROMAN WHY DID YOU SEND THAT

R: ;)

Rem: EXPLAIN YOURSELF

R: ;) XXXX.notalink/rated:m/oopsididitagain/dskfJjfd9dsf3gds

L: That one is more weird than disgusting

Rem: WHY DO YOU KEEP CLICKING ON THEM

L: Why is Roman still sending them?

V: as much as i like smearing my brothers good name that isn’t roman

V: [Roman conked out on the couch, in a sweatshirt and shorts, drool pooling. Jpeg]

Rem: cute photo, 10/10 L: Agreed.

V: god both of you fuckin s t op i t s t o p s t o p

R: XXXX.notalink/rated:m/you filthylinkreaders/d3gds789jk

Rem: just bc you have issues with compliments doesn't mean roman does

L:Here we go again I guess...

V; roman doesnt have any fuckin boundaries

Rem: yes, yes he does Rem: they may be thin but he Does have them

V:sorry but he’s way too nice about it

Rem: weve more then established that me calling him cute is okay and i require the sustenance of doting on him okay? Like i get it ive pushed a bit too hard before but like im trying ok???

V: k k I i hit the breaks a bit too soon this 1 time but it’s ducking thin ass ice and I’m not above sending y’all to an icy tomb if you get gross. Roman may be a bastard but he’s still baby

L:Translation: He understands your reasoning and agrees he overreacted, but this won’t stop him from questioning our intents and calling out certain actions. Roman may be okay with joking around with stuff like that and being the center of attenuation, but he’s still self conscious and sensitive.

V:why must you add feelings and adult reasoning to everything

L: How dare you accuse me of having feelings

R: XXXX.notalink/rated:m/unicornhornsanddragontails/3nskjJ03 R: XXXX.notalink/rated:m/specA-Z/54Kjjf9n R: XXXX.notalink/rated:m/asliceofme/fljkl29mfJ

R: XXXX.notalink/rated:m/laughsinspanish/5Kjd8

Rem:ye feelings are gross so moving on

Rem: anyway who the fuck is this

V: the bastard

R: you can call me duke [video of Roman, Virgil, and Remus as toddlers, Virgil playing with blocks and listening to some music while in the background Remus follows Roman around.mp3] [image of Roman, Virgil, and Remus currently. jpeg]

V: the bastards name is remus

R: THE. DUKE.

V: FUCK. YOU.

Rem: why the shits have i never met them and why the FUCK does he look more like roman then you do virgil

V: i think it's bc rem doesnt cover up his freckles

V: but yeah my mom and tia had a falling out

R: more like my dad was an asshole

Rem: oh shit same

R: shitty dad squad hmu ;)

Pat: oh hey!!! Me too!!!!

V: yeah it was Not Fun and mom and mama refused to let us go back until tia got a divorce

R: XXXX.notalink/rated:m/deodarant/298jksf

R:XXXX.notalink/rated:m/sPicydeodarant/23kjfJ

L: Are you done yet? They’re getting repetitive at this point.

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Sun beating on his forehead, Dmitri’s chest was light and airy. His hair was tied up in a high ponytail as he worked on repotting some of his nursery plants. Usually, he’d be listening to music, but his aunt had left early that morning for some appointment so he relished the silence.

Brushing the dirt from his hands, he winced at the fresh cuts lining his knuckles.

“You’re still out here?”

Dmitri almost jumped at Dr. Montag’s voice, “Sorry for the mess” he said, gripping the nursery pot tighter, “I-I’ll clean it up right away…”

Dr. Montag crouched, waving him off, “There’s no need. I’m running a few errands for your aunt,” his hands barely brushing the leaves of one, “This is a Yucca right?”

“Uh,” Dmitri blinked, “Yeah it is,”

He laughed, “Don’t look so surprised-- I know things,” he stood back up, “Like how to use google. It’s rather impressive that y’all manage to keep up with so many of these.”

“Barely,” Dmitri relaxed, refocusing, “We used to have a lot more, but without my dad...it got overwhelming,” he shook his head, “It’s the only thing we really….It keeps us busy..”

“This is more than busy--you put a lot of work into these, anyone should be proud,” He murmured, studying Dmitri again, “I’ll be gone in a few, just need to grab her purse. You need anything from the store?”

“Uh...No,” Dmitri frowned, “I don’t.”

---

LilRed: COLLEGE BOARD CAN SUCK MY ASS LilRed: THIS BITCH GOT A FIVE

BlueRanger: Which class?

LilRed: APUSH

BlueRanger: Nice, good job

LilRed:

LilRed:

PurpleRain: L you fuckin broke him

PurpleRain:like I legit just heard a fuckin thud I think he fell

BlueRanger: I just told him good job?

LilRed: i die from validation i die w/o validation

BlueRanger: Please don’t die

PurpleRain: thats a lame ass way to die

LilRed: @purplebitch i feel so loved

PurpleRain: mama didnt raise us for us to die so b o r i n g l y

LilRed: SO HOW DO YOU SUGGEST I DIE

PurpleRain: idk im feelin,,,,rain,,,,,lots of it,,, maybe you’re watching the sea,,,,

PurpleRain: okay I got it

PurpleRain: you’re wearing a white sundress, the ends tattered but well loved. The coast empty with nly the lapping of waves your company. You’re thinking, a lot. Not of anything particular, but thinking nonetheless. The ocean always makes you think, always makes you remember--bringing about a bittersweet tinge of remorse to your heart, but no tears ever fall.

PurpleRain:You make it a habbit to watch the sunrise each day, relishing in the sobering feelings it invokes Maybe you're a masochist at heart

LilRed:maybe it’s maybelline

PurpleRain:I AM HAVING A MOMENT PRINCEY

PurpleRain: one day, you hear footsteps approach, and assume it's your lover returned from war. The news of it's end just coming days prior and making your ventures to the coast sparked with an unfamilar hopefulness.

PurpleRain: instead when you turn around, you do not feel your heart soar. Instead it sinks. An icy panic spreading through you, a curl of dread closing your throat, it's grip tight. You need to move; to get away from them. But you cant. You cant.

PurpleRain: one shot is all it took.

PurpleRain: one.

BlueRanger:....Concern.

PurpleRain: dnd just started again im prepping ok

LilRed:fuckin nerd

LilRed: huh…. i should get a sundress tho

PurpleRain: i have a few bookmarked ill show you later

BlueRanger: Is That Really What Y’all Are Taking Away From This

---

“And so the shop explodes-no not explodes it's in flames and they have the audacity--the au,” Roman coughs readjusting the webcam, “They have the audacity to play ‘Somebody to love’ as he’s fuckin mourning,” he gestured angrily, “Like Neil might as well come into my house and stomp on my heart.”

Dmitri nodded along, amused at the combination of camera lag and Roman’s erratic movements, “Before or after you watch the next episode?” he asked.

“It’s gonna have to be after cause I already finished the season. I never recovered from that scene though, ” Roman shrugged, tapping his jaw thoughtfully, “Probably should’ve started working on my commission sheet,”

“The same sheet you said you were going to start last month?”

“Yes the same one,” Roman blew out an exasperated huff, flopping into his hands, “I don’t know why it’s so hard --I feel scummy for pricing ‘too high’ and like shit for pricing ‘too lo--,” A notification rang, and he glanced over the screen, eyebrow raised, “Huh, Lo’s callin’ to video chat, you mind if I add’em?”

“Nah, go ahead,” Dmitri said, starting to fold the pile of towels.

“Alrighty,” He answered the call, “What’s up ner-” his face lit up, “Princess!”

Giggles erupted from the screen and Dmitri glanced up curious. On the screen instead of Logan was a small girl animatedly talking to Roman. She had two front teeth missing, glitter coloring her cheeks and rainbow beads rattling each time her braids moved.

“Woah, Woah-Woah,” Roman snorted, “Slow down hon, where’s your brother? Does he know you’re using his computer?”

“He’s in the shower,” she said, batting her eyes, “And know is a very strong word, but I can assure you he’s...aware?”

“Mmm, I won’t tell if you don’t,” he said, “So what’s the fairest of the land need?”

She beamed, “You at my birthday party.” she said, more of a command than anything.

Roman made of show of mulling it over, unable to keep a straight face, “I think I can make it.”

Her fist punched the air, “Ya--”

“Nieve,” Logan’s voice called out sternly.

Her eyes shot wide and she scrambled out of frame. Seconds later, Logan reappeared in the frame without his glasses, towel tucked to his chest. He didn’t look particularly mad.

He squinted blearily at the screen, “Roman? “ his gaze slid over, “Dmitri? Shit sorry did she bug you?”

“Not at all,” Roman reassured, “It’s been a while since I came over anyway,”

Logan grabbed their glasses, adjusting the frames, “Yeah...I guess it has...Since you’re here did you get that email from the school?”

“Yeah, it’s bullshit, “ Roman said, rolling his eyes, “If the state cared they would have found the funds somewhere else, it’s all shady as fuck. ”

Logan nodded, saying goodnight before disconnecting.

As soon as his icon disappeared, Roman said, “Huh, that...reminded me,”

Dmitri started on the next pile of laundry, “Of what?” he said, brow pinched, concerned.

“I’ dunno something Remy brought up…” Roman said, playing with his hands, “It’s stupid really but---”

He yelped falling to the floor, Remus victoriously sliding into the rolling chair. He spun wildly, the web camera a laggy blur, with only loud obnoxious kissing noises heard amongst the screaming.

Eventually, Remus slowed down, and it was jarring how much he and Roman looked alike. It was more unnerving seeing such a sleazy look with Roman’s face.

“Oh Dmitri,” Remus mocked, even adopting the heavy accent Roman usually placed on his name, “Embrace me with those big, long artist hands of yours, god I’m going to melt--"

“Shut up--shut up! You Rat-- give it back-give it back--” Roman whined, clambering over the chair, elbowing him, “Give it back, fuckin- MOM,” At one point Roman managed to wrestle the laptop from Remus, kicking him out of the chair and sending him off with a finger-- which Remus promptly returned.

Dmitri’s silently wheezed as Roman turned around visibly frazzled, “God I forgot what I was say-Are you laughing at me?” he said, “Stop it--stop laughing it’s not--”

“It-” Dmitri’s covered his mouth, shoulders shaking “It kinda is,” He said between snorts, only laughing harder at the offended noises Roman made.

As his snickers died down, Roman crossed his arms, “You done yet?” he sniffed.

“Yeah…” he gasped, “Yea...h... I am…” he blinked a bit, a slow smile spreading across his face, “So... what’s this about my hands?”

Roman’s eyes shot wide, incoherent babbling coming from his mouth as his ears turned a bright cherry. He slowly shrank out of frame to promptly die.

---

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okay i got to write this twice cuz i’m an ass and clicked the <-- button too many times and it got deleted but ok now i’m finally on my pc i can type this out cuz busy days are busy and life is a bitch atm but here’s my Getting to Know SHINee World thing as tagged by @duevangogh @myuux2 @acelululala

01: How did you get into SHINee? Welllll, originally I've known them since 2009? with the same song as my ringtone it was ring ding dong that kinda got me like aayyYYYy nice music, but back then i listened to everything and anything? 2ne1, suju, 4minute, like, hell yes everything. Still do tho. But around august 2k14 my friend said I should watch hello baby and one fine day and i didn't know abt it okay i only listened and never watched drama's or shows lol. (so peaceful and innocent back then. good old days.) but yeahhHHhhh shinee took over everything and even super junior who still has a soft spot in my heart ;;

02: Your favorite member in SHINee is? jjongie lol (no shit) i just can relate to him so much idk it grew over time nd idK WHY OKAY HE JUST HYPNOTIZED ME OR SMTH IDK

03: Bias wrecker anyone? kim fucking kibum asdfagsdafasdf SDLKFGJSDKLFJSDFSDF

04: Your favorite SHINee OTP (if you have one) i read everything and anything shinee related. but okay i need to say jongkey jongtae jongyu jongho are my favs or lol anything jjong related but as i said

05: Is there a SHINee ship you don’t like? nah. it's more like that i don't like abandoned stories. *cries in a corner* or character dead i cant read that cuz i cry waaaay too easy nd :( wouldnt be the first time i cant sleep cuz of that

06: The SHINee member you think is most easily shipped euuHHHh woaHw. jjong? kibum? jinki? tae? minho? ????? ????????????? all of them

07: Your favorite Korean song by SHINee wut how can you ask this???? fu symptomshallelujahstrangerdressuppressyournumbersayonarahitori you just cant ask 1 song lol

08: Your favorite Japanese song by SHINee ...................................??? strangerpicassoruntiwithme

09: Favorite album ;;; i love them all no fair :( everybody? odd? does concert album's count? if so then swciv cd

10: Your favorite live performance SHINEE SYMPTOMS PLEASE WATCH AND BLESS YOUR EARS 

11: First SHINee MV you saw RING DING DONG 

12: Your first impression of SHINee aaaahw such cuties

13: Is there a SHINee member that recently impressed you? nope, they already impressed me before i became an official fan lol

14: The SHINee member you think has changed the most over the years all of them!!! 9 years sure does growing op from boys to grown ass man. they all had a certain image back then like and yh they are the same but also not? ♥

15: The SHINee member you think has changed the least kibum i think? 

16: Your favorite SHINee MV don't laugh it's ring ding dong. and lucifer. i love old school okay

17: Your favorite SHINee lyric I'm Sorry, Symptoms;;;

18: The SHINee member you think has the best face they are all amazing visuals don't make me cry coz i need to choose

19: The SHINee member you think has the best body u rlly wanna make me cry

20: The SHINee member you think has the best personality im crying i cnt choose

21: A SHINee picture that makes you smile

22: A SHINee picture that makes you nostalgic

23: Your favorite quote by someone in SHINee different doesn't mean wrong

24: A picture of your bias with someone else you like in another group i mean jonghyun isnt in it but who cares :)))) still fabulous af.

25: Have you seen SHINee live? yes... sort of? kcon paris 2k16 aka the best weekend of my life. still crossing my fingers to hear jonghyun’s voice ever live ;;w;;

26: Do you have a favorite variety show moment? hello baby :))

27: How would you describe SHINee in three words? talent amazing vocals i have the feeling my english dictionary doesn't know what to tell in words. my love for them is so big;

28: Which SHINee video would you show to someone who has never heard of them before? view, why so serious, and tell me what to do? i personally think they are the most ‘friendly’ ones that everyone could like x3

29. Is there a memory in connection to SHINee that you will always treasure? yeah.. just me knowing them and their existence kinda keeps me literally alive these days; i hope that i can look back at this in the future and make a gallery special for those five in my own house - what am i saying i need a holy shrine with their albums and stuff and a special room nd nd anddd-----------------

30: If you could tell SHINee anything you wanted…what would that be? thank you for existing and working all those years, I'm really proud of all the achievements you guys have, and i hope for a healthy and happy future for you all. please continue with activities that makes you smile, I'll always support shinee no matter what ♥ let’s grow old together okay ♥♥♥ @choiminoh @flowerkibum @colorsofshiningstars @angeljonghyun  @locksters  @dinoholic @herewegobebe y’all if you want to fill this in this is your chance ;) if you want ofc~