#please take it with a grain of salt

[wifetomegatron]

i'm tired of studying, so here is a poorly written love letter essay on my infatuation with lonely women, birds in cages and transformers.

i have always had this fascination with the psychological ruminations on self-hood & identity. often, the stories closest to my heart have wealthy, waifish, women at the heart of their narratives. not always because they're relatable, but because from their point of view, the narrator is trying to hide something from the audience. to conceal the chaos and conflict that surrounds us with an illusion of peace —tethering on the edge of rose coloured glasses. alienated in this little bubble, a golden cage is still a cage.

and sometimes, to some people, the loneliest place on earth is a big house with windows high enough to reach the ceiling. because they echo back the depth of our aloneness. 

now, how does this relate to transformers? well, i have always been the kind of girl to combine two interests in one. and so i am aching to write about frivolous, indulgent women drowning in denial, forced to confront the isolation gnawing their hearts open like a sick, open wound. all because they get thrown into absurd situations where they cross paths with war-tired titans so detached from the idea of ever returning to a life before chaos.

one suffocates in peace while the other chokes on impossible dreams. 

i want a naive, prestigious, overly idealistic, investigative prosecutor from earth aboard the lost light, sent to keep an eye on megatron only to end up falling for him. because the moment she spends time alone with him: she gets a metaphorical slap across the face about her privilege and has to confront the sheltered, ignorant set of lenses she's been viewing the world through. whereas through her, the former warlord learns to tear down his walls brick by brick, starting with all the skepticism and temper. and the icing on the cake is that they learn from each other. there is a hole inside her chest, and he tells her he carries one too.

i want tarn to suffer a sudden lightheadedness from having walked into a bar on the shores of hedonia to spot a human woman singing behind the cloud of smoke and shadow. pearls and silver, glinting under the light like a forbidden present. her beauty comes from how lonely she looks with her eyes closed and mouth open, mic between her delicate fingers. tempting. alluring. it was like looking in the mirror. and the djd leader never learned to love anything else.

i want rung ( who in this hypothetical au is not primus for plot reasons ) to sit across a liaison who revels in the idea of sleeping alone in a big alloy ship because it takes her mind away from her empty childhood: where silk sheets and feathered pillows feel colder and harsher than any metal. the hug he gave her at the end of the session was the first time she was held and it didn't feel like he was there to hold her together. 

i want swerve to compliment her when she's tipsy and borderline drunk by the table of his bar and for her to hide her face and cry because she finally feels beautiful — truly, sincerely, beautiful. that out here, surrounded by an alien crew who couldn't care less about how she presents herself, pretty words suddenly don't feel transactional anymore.

i want this terrified and secluded bird inside of me to finally find a home within the arms of tall, metal mechs. mechs who are familiar with the vast, empty stretch of space. and is not terrified of lonely women and their quiet, self-destructive vices. and maybe that's why i love self-inserts so much, and writing on this blog breathes life into me — the nightingale in a cage meets a spaceman tired of fighting, and maybe only together can they find some sense of freedom. 

[starr-vivs44]

Mini Rant about Zelda’s Trauma

I feel like Zelda’s trauma is overlooked in the franchise, like in most games she probably has as much trauma as Link.

Especially BotW/TotK Zelda, I personally believe that she has more trauma than that game(s) Link does.

Yes BotW Link dies protecting her but Zelda still held off Ganon for an entire century.

Don’t even get me started on Zelda’s trauma in TotK alone..

TL;DR: Zelda’s trauma is very overlooked in the franchise, especially BotW/TotK Zelda.

(I might expand on this later, it’s nearly 1am and I’m tired)

[ask-arthur-conan-doyle]

Hey Mr. Doyle! Do you have any tips on how to write a character that’s charming, approachable, outgoing, but also mysterious?

For context, my main character is a sweet talker and dishes out compliments whenever she could. She’s a people pleaser but she tends to hide it under her charming persona, and she loves to surprise people/prove herself to them because she hates being seen as ordinary or boring. The girl is also great at reading people and getting them to open up without telling them anything about herself; yet she struggles with being honest to people who see through her mask as she normally uses her charm for manipulation purposes.

Anyways I rambled a bit too much oops. Hope you have a lovely day/night :)

Hmm... I would say that you have a good grasp on how to describe this character so she comes across the way you intend. From how you've described her, she certainly seems charming and approachable and outgoing.

To add on the mysterious aspect, you could perhaps have her be avoidant of topics that get too personal? Say, if another character asks her something about her personal life, she brushes it off with a vague non-answer and redirects the question to get the other person to talk about themselves?

It's really quite a common tactic. People enjoy talking about themselves, and most will do so with little prompt.

It's simply an idea. Do with it how you will. You know your story and your character far better than I ever could, and at the end of the day it's up to you how you create your literature.

[isatartdump]

Would do the entire dialogue but drawing Bonnie crying is the bane of my existence! HA

Anyway my reaction to when this entire dialogue was over was just. Hihi.

[percedurza]

this came to me in a dream (i got no sleep last night)

[tinyshinysylveon]

what's really interesting is katsuki's dialogue in the end, he says, "腐れ縁だわ.." which is basically-

like they are close but not that close ;; i was considering putting it as a "toxic relationship" but rotten also goes the same way. i really like that he admits to others openly that their relationship was terrible to the point where he tries to change ;;;;

edit: because some understood it differently lol i described 腐れ縁 as "an undesirable but inseparable relationship" as i've mentioned above. i took the literal kanji 腐: rotten/sour since if you do try to describe 腐れ縁 in simpler terms, it'll more than likely lose its deeper meaning ;; if i were to edit it out, i would say "it was a complicated relationship" instead. now IF i had enough space tho, i would prob put "it was an unsavory relationship where i couldn't break it off no matter what."

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

I think it would be funny if everyone manages to escape the Digital Circus in the end and they don't want Caine's AI to trap any more people so they somehow manage to drag him to the human world with them. Now the tables have turned and it's Caine's turn to be absolutely flabbergasted by reality and his new human body.

[doctorcranes-ask]

I have notes about everyone, you aren’t special.

You hold resentment for your father and decide that since you cannot-or will not-defy him, your second best target is an alternate version of him. One that actually gives you basic attention.

If we were in an a/b/o universe what do you think your secondary gender would be?

I’m 46 years old. What makes you think I know what any of those words mean?? I’ll google it

…

Why. Why is this the first ask I respond to after my break?! Im not answering this. Get better questions.

[fbfh]

hey i was wondering how mischa from rtc would react to a reader being on their period- tysm!

Mischa... Mischa Mischa Mischa.... he calls you up because he's already on his way over to your place but he missed the sound of your voice too much to wait. Or as he put it, "my heart is a cathedral, your voice is the ringing of the bells, the doves that fly above. each moment I am away from you, it is no longer house of worship because there is no divinity, no angels to deliver salvation, no embrace of heaven's gates."

so he shows up and sees you all snuggled up on the couch in your crusty comfy bed rotting clothes, but the way he looks at you is so sincerely the way someone else would look at the most breathtaking supermodel. he looks at you with that raw ukrainian passion and rushes forward to you. he takes your face so tenderly in his hands presses your foreheads together before he kisses you.

"oh, my beloved, my kokhanyy..." your stomach always does that little twisty flippy thing when he calls you kokhanyy - beloved in ukrainian. he's been using the pet name for as long as you can remember, but it still makes you all flustered. he kisses you some more and notices you don't seem to be quite yourself. he crouches down next to you, holding your hand in both of his, kissing it and holding it to his cheek as he asks what's wrong. you tell him you woke up to your period this morning and all you want to do is curl up in a ball and not move.

"period, period..." he murmurs, trying to remember what the ukrainian translation is. "oh, menstruatsiya!"

"yeah, menstruatsiya." you chuckle.

"oh, my dove..." he says, pulling you close to him. he rests your head on his chest, stroking your hair or caressing your cheek. "it is a most beautiful thing. the blood of your womb gives way to the seeds of new life. It is like a kiss from the stars, it is telling you that you are a strong, fertile tree, bursting with the fruit of life."

you look up at him, smiling softly, touched by his words.

"besides, squeezing lining of organs out of bleeding hole is gangster as SHIT, yo!" he exclaims, jumping up before kissing your hand again.

"I go get you chocolates and medovik." he says as he rushes out, then turns around.

"honey cake. very good, very comforting." he clairifies. you chuckle to yourself as he rushes out to get you some sweets and comfort food. you really don't know what you'd do without him.

[sky-neverending]

Jesper goes to college for agriculture but then switches to a theater degree, Kaz is in economics and like business, Nina studies International Relations, Inej is either an English or a Psychology major, Wylan is chem or music, probably a chem major and a music theory minor for his fathers sake, and Matthias… honestly i don’t know what Matty does. he’s just there. he works at a coffee shop with Jes. and he does school but like i have no clue what.

[grayintogreen]

Okay, so I’m still chewing on this Hallis situation.

1. Ludinus was human in his youth but he’s been doing the fey slurpee shit for so long it actively altered his body. (Hence his particularly fey-like ears.)

2. Ludinus and Hallis were kids together and Ludinus has co-opted Hallis’s entire tragedy as if it were his own so even if he obviously can’t convince anyone he was Hallis, he can still use him as a platform. (The Dear Evan Hanson Approach.)

3. Hallis has nothing to do with Ludinus and Ludinus didn’t know him at all and he’s looking at this like Kipperlily Copperkettle looks at Riz right now feeling like his sad backstory is not NEARLY epic enough and he missed an opportunity to go bigger.

[ratatatastic]

they asked luosty about the paul quote on mikksy

and he just smirks to himself as he tries to find his words to answer the question in way that gets no one in trouble

[qrichas]

btw! from twitter, some context from qforever and qcellbits convo

[stevebabey]

In the distance, the first dreadful squawk of one of the bats carries across over the foul winds of the Upside Down.

Eddie Munson is going to die in the bottom of Steve Harrington’s swimming pool. He holds off as long as his nerves can handle it, trembling as he forces himself to stand still, hearing the bats draw closer.

But Eddie Munson has always been a coward. When danger comes, he always does run.

This time is no different.

You’re not supposed to be here.

That same harrowing voice slices through the air, its grisly tone making his insides shrivel up right as Eddie’s nerve breaks and runs. The vines relent easily, their sudden constriction eased the moment he tries to break free. As he scrambles back from the spot he was rooted, it’s with a sinking feeling that he realises it was far too easy to break away.

He keeps stumbling back.

The ground behind him slants, giving way to the slight incline, and it’s enough to crumble Eddie’s weak legs. The haunting shriek of bats sounds again, louder this time, closer.

Terror hikes up within him violently, and the fast backtracking he’s doing turns into a frantic scramble—he doesn’t even try to get to his feet, just turns and digs his fingers in, desperately searching for purchase. The sludge of the Upside Down buries itself beneath his nails, and Eddie isn’t sure he’s breathing at all as he pushes his body as fast as it can.

“I- I—fuck,” His inhale suddenly sounds dizzingly loud as he abruptly realises he’s crying. “I’m trying, I’m trying to leave, I- I wanna get home—”

He’s not sure why he’s bargaining, as if anything out there is even listening, as if the likes of Vecna cares to hear his pleas.

But running— running hadn’t helped him last time, had it?

And neither had standing his ground and fighting so- so he has to fucking trying something, right?

The dirt embeds itself further beneath his nails. His body screams its protests at his movements, sluggish and infuriatingly slow. The screeches of the bats get stronger, closer still.

Eddie learns that bargaining doesn’t help him either.

excerpt from you're not from around here, are you? chapter two, posting 24/10 @steddiebang2024

[total-drama-brainrot]

Total Drama World Tour Assistant Noah AU…

Where Assistant Noah warns Owen before the London Challenge, but Alejandro had heard him…

Alejandro: So, you think that I’m like an eel dipped in grease?

Assistant Noah: Yes, I do. What are you gonna do about it, pretty boy? I’m not a contestant, you have no power over me, Eel!

Alejandro: Maybe so, but I can still use my charms to mess with you, while you’re working.

Assistant Noah: Don’t you dare! >=O

Alejandro: (Smirks and blows Noah a flirty kiss!) ;)

Wasn't it already a pre-established fact that Alejandro was actively flirting with assistant Noah before London? Why would him upping the ante make any difference here?

If anything, have Alejandro seethe over the fact that, despite his best efforts to seem as suave and charming as possible, Noah sees him as an "eel dipped in grease". He's consistantly pulled out all the stops to get a reaction out of Noah - the same tactics that worked flawlessly on the rest of the competition - and yet his best efforts are rewarded with the one person he's trying to get to like him, actively disliking him.

It's a massive blow to his ego and his confidance. But one he can learn from.

Have Alejandro condeed defeat to himself; if he hadn't won Noah over by now, there's little chance he ever would (at least, that's his justification for giving up). Have him stop flirting with Noah - stop interacting with the assistant completely, since he's so obviously disliked by Noah.

And then. Then, you have Noah notice the emptiness in his day-to-day.

You have the both of them turn to make snide comments or backhanded remarks about the goings on in the competition, only to be met with silence and a blank space at their side. You have the both of them cycle through active denial that the miss each other, until the weight of their loneliness crushes their combined stubbornness.

Have Noah sheepishly apologise to Alejandro in the (relative) privacy of the cargo hold, trying to explain that his distrust of Alejandro doesn't necessarily translate into dislike. And have Alejandro forgive him. Not entirely, but enough for the two of them to settle back into a sense of normalcy.

That is, Alejandro habitually trying to flirt with Noah once more, only to be completely blindsided when the other laughs at his attempts instead of brushing him off.

Because that's a sign of progress, right?

[oranjeleeuw]

I feel like soon I'll need reality check bc lestappen is acting up so much that my brain started treating them like both a) an actual couple who just didn't plan on making it public and b) future teammates at RBR

Everything looks like filmed footage for fanfiction. Ridiculous!