#sometimes these mags have great Ideas (like this one) it just

[ssaalexblake]

me: makes a tasty looking recipe from supermarket magazine 

me: makes correction notes on the recipe like i’m a spiteful teacher of 14 year olds out to make somebody cry so when i do it next time it’s a lot less shit 

[simpsdept]

Yandere Alastor x doe! Fem child reader

“Little Doe”

An: not a request but an idea I had while in school! I’m still rusty since it’s been like- 7 weeks since I last posted but I hope you enjoy!

Sorry if it’s bad! I am still rusty on writing and Alastor is difficult to write for

The great and powerful radio demon was taking his usual stroll around the streets of Pentagram city. As usual, demons were freaking out at his presence, some even taking pictures of him only to have their screens shut off. Alastor kept his usual smile as he walked, nodding at a few ladies he passed by, who giggled when he left. In the way to the hotel, he heard a bleat like noise, causing his ears to perk up.

Usually, he’s not sometime to go after someone who’s hurt, but he couldn’t ignore this one. It felt like an instinct. Even if he didn’t have those mother deer urges, he still had an instinct to protect the creature that made the bleat. He walked over to the area, came/microphone in hand and stopped at the scene, raising his brows, keeping his smile.

He saw four, shark like sinners picking on a young, fawn female. You. You were a young, small, maybe about 8 years old, and helpless in the grasps of the shark sinners. You had tears in your eyes, opened wounds from the attacks, bruises on you limbs. Alastors eyes narrowed slightly as he spoke up. ‘Why what seems to be going on here?” Alastor says in his normal cheery tone.

“None of your fucking business, now beat it” one of the shark sinners snarled, tugging on your deer ears. You let out a whimper, closing you eyes tight, you were scared, in pain, and so confused on why they were doing this.

Alastor let’s put an amused chuckle, and didn’t move from his spot. “Are you sure you want to do this? We can either do this the easy way, or the hard way. And trust me…” some green sparks rose around him, his voice more stadicky “you don’t want to choose the hard way”

The shark sinners seemed to get the message, letting go of the fawn, but still trying to act tough.” Yea-well. How do we know you’re tellin the truth? What if ya bluffing?”

Alastor let’s put a small ‘hmm’ sound and shrugged. “I suppose that is what one mag think, but I am not bluffing. I don’t tolerate fools like you harming a young lady.” Alastor informed and walked closer. “So I suggest you make your way out of here before I make you.”

The shark sinners looked at each other for a minute before scoffing and walking away. Alastors smile grew bigger, then he looked at your trembling form. “Now now my dear, don’t be afraid. I’m not here to cause you any harm.” He said with a happy tone “what might your name be Young lady?”

You muster up the courage to look at him, your innocent eyes averting from his “[n-name]” you say in a slightly shaky soft tone.

Alastor chuckled and spoke “[Name]? What a wonderful name little fawn.” He held his hand out for you to take “if you don’t already know me, I am Alastor. The pleasure is mine of meeting you” he said bright and loud. Which gave you slight reassurance. No one in hell is this happy, and that made you feel better when Alastor was happy. Alastor crouched down and checked your body for any wounds, which he found a few.

“It seems that you are injured! Why don’t you allow me to help heal you? The hotel is just a little ways” he offered. You know you shouldn’t say yes to strangers, especially not dangerous ones, but for some reason he seemed genuine, and comforting. The only smiling face in hell you’ve seen so far. So you nod. “Wonderful! Now let us go my dear” he carefully scooped you into his arms. Carrying you small body. You relax a little in his arms, as he takes you to some hotel he was talking about. You’re not sure if you should trust him, but you feel like you should. Even if you didn’t know what could happen when you do arrive.

[jujumin-translates]

[A3!] Citron | [SSR] MANKAI Feature | Today's Star: The Wizard of the North

Citron: “Sealed away in the ancient times, the White Dragon of Eternity…”

Sakuya: “What!? Wait, don’t tell me you’re going to call upon such a legendary dragon…!”

Tsuzuru: Ah, Director. You’re h… wait, what exactly is this?

Izumi: Ah, Tsuzuru-kun. Those two are in the middle of an etude right now.

Tsuzuru: No, I got that… It’s just, this really feels like some kinda Itaru-approved chuuni etude or something.

Citron: “You have finally arrived! The writer of grimoires! Prepare yourself! Hyah!!”

Tsuzuru: HEY!? 

Citron: Ooh, Tsuzuru. You need to make your character feel much stronger there. How disappointing, you are no good at all~.

Tsuzuru: Grrh… I wasn’t even a part of your etude in the first place!

Sakuya: Ah! Could it be that you wanted to talk about Citron-san’s spin-off?

Citron: If that is the case then you should have just said so in the first place!

Tsuzuru: The hell!? You roped me into your etude against my will!

Izumi: Now, now. Anyway, since you guys are both here, would you like to hear about the spin-off too, Citron-kun and Sakuya-kun? 

Sakuya: Yeah!

Citron: Of course! I have been really looking forward to the spin-off project too.

Izumi: Without further ado, the character Citron-kun will be playing for the spin-off story streaming project is…

Izumi: The Wizard of the North from the fourth performance, “The Wonderful Charlatan of Oz”!

Izumi: All of your roles were pretty popular, but the Wizard of the North was the one that got the most votes in the fan survey.

Citron: I am glad~, it is a role that I love too.

Tsuzuru: So, today all I want from you is a super basic premise for the script.

Tsuzuru: I could write whatever I want, but I wanted to include any wishes you might have, Citron-san. Are there any that you can think of?

Citron: Yes… Because everyone has chosen this role for me, I want to put on a story that everyone wants to hear.

Tsuzuru: Hmm, I see…

Izumi: What kind of role do you think of when you think of the Wizard of the North, Tsuzuru-kun?

Tsuzuru: The Wizard of the North is the gentlest and kindest of the four wizards.

Tsuzuru: I wrote the role with the idea of a wizard who cares the most about his people and hates conflict in mind.

Sakuya: That sounds exactly like Citron-san…!

Tsuzuru: Well, if we’re talking about a kind wizard, then it makes sense that the other wizards like West and East are the complete opposites, right?

Citron: I want to play any role in any story that is written by you, Tsuzuru. I will leave it to you!

Tsuzuru: Is that you saying you have faith in me?

Tsuzuru: But thanks. I guess I’ll try my best to write something with that vibe in mind.

Tsuzuru: If you think of anything else, just let me know.

Citron: Understood. We will work on role studying while we wait very eggcitedly for you to finish. Sakuya, I would like you to help me with my role study right away!

Sakuya: You’ve got it!

Citron: “What…? I can hear someone’s voice in my head…”

Sakuya: “A voice?”

Citron: “Hah… Ah, you are the Keeper of the Sacred Forest… the Lord of the Great Horn of the Rainbow…!”

Sakuya: “Lord of the Great Horn of the Rainbow-sama…!? Could it be that something happened in the forest….!?”

Tsuzuru: I thought you said you were going to role study. This feels like something entirely different…

Izumi: C’mon, just let them have their fun.

Tsuzuru: Sometimes I wonder how the hell I manage to put up with you all…

· ❀ —– ٠ ❀ ٠ —– ❀ ·

*Page turns*

Citron: This script that I received from Tsuzuru… It is very interesting!

Citron: (There are the Wizards of the East and West, who are evil wizards, and the Wizards of the North and South, who are good wizards.)

Citron: (It is a story about the wizard healing the trees, flowers, and people who were affected by the war between the evil wizards while waiting for Dorothy to one day visit…)

Sakuya: So it’s a story about the Wizard of the North trying to protect people without harming them with his magic. I also think it’s really…

Citron: …

Sakuya: Citron-san…?

Citron: …The Wizard of the North is just like me.

Sakuya: Huh?

Citron: He cares the most for his people and hates conflict. He tries to lead his people with strength and kindness.

Citron: But… powerful forces and ties cannot help but make him feel helpless…

Citron: The Wizard of the North is just like me when I was the crown prince.

Sakuya: …

Sakuya: Um…

Citron: What is it, Sakuya?

Sakuya: I thought this story was really interesting to read, plus it aligns with the plot of the original Wizard of Oz…

Sakuya: So I’m sure that people who liked the original and people who like “The Wonderful Charlatan of Oz” will find it interesting too.

Sakuya: But on the other hand, I also think that since it’s such a gentle story, there’s no one better than you to perform it, Citron-san.

Citron: Ohh? I suppose this is a gentle enough story. It is a story about him protecting his people without harming them until their savior comes.

Sakuya: That’s not it. Because the Wizard of the North is still hurting.

Sakuya: Your kindness isn’t out of helplessness, Citron-san. I’m certain that so many people have been saved by your kindness you can’t even count just how many there are.

Sakuya: I know because I’m one of them.

Citron: Sakuya…

Sakuya: Um, these are…

Citron: Ohh? Are those the fan responses from the survey for my spin-off project?

Sakuya: They are. Sorry that I looked at them without asking you first.

Sakuya: The fans wrote about what they thought of the plays and stuff on them, so I asked the Director if she could show me a little bit from everyone else’s too.

Sakuya: Please look at how everyone who left responses feels.

Citron: …

Sakuya: Just like it says in all of these, everyone loves the Wizard of the North’s kindness.

Survey A: “I love the Wizard of the North because he’s just as kind as Citron-kun is.”

Survey B: “Gentle magic might not be powerful, but it’s definitely the strongest force that gives people hope for life.”

Citron: --.

Sakuya: So even though he’s gentle, the Wizard of the North can save lots of people using his kindness, the strongest magic of all.

Sakuya: At least… That’s what I think…

Citron: Thank you, Sakuya.

Sakuya: No, no. I’m sorry… I was just kinda rambling there.

Citron: It is okay. I meant what I said. I would like to make this a story that everyone would like to hear.

Citron: If that is what the people want, we have to give it to them.

Sakuya: Citron-san…!

Sakuya: Then you should go tell Tsuzuru-kun.

Citron: Yes! Sakuya, you will come too!

Sakuya: Okay!

· ❀ —– ٠ ❀ ٠ —– ❀ ·

Sakuya: Hehe…

Citron: Ohh, you seem to be in a good mood, Sakuya.

Sakuya: I am! I’m really happy to be able to play Rick again…!

Citron: I am happy too.

Sakuya: …You’re in a good mood too, Citron-san?

Citron: Yes. It is just as you said, Sakuya. This is very much a gentle story.

Citron: I would like to cast a spell that will warm the hearts of those who see it, even if it is only for a little bit.

Sakuya: …Yeah.

Izumi: Are you two ready? It’s about time to start filming.

Citron: It is time! Let us go, Sakuya!

Sakuya: Awawah, wait! 

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Brothers: “Wizard of the North-sama, please help us.”

Izumi: (The Wizard of the North casts a spell of blessing on the brothers, who lost all their possessions while fleeing from a neighboring nation where strife has continued.)

Wizard of the North: “I give my blessings to the both of you. May the thing most precious to you never be lost.”

Wizard of the North: “I wish you safety and happiness as your journey continues.”

Brothers: “Thank you very much, Wizard of the North-sama…!”

Izumi: (The brothers depart thanks to the Wizard of the North.)

Izumi: (As he watches the two leave, a butterfly comes to him and lands on his staff.)

Butterfly: “Your Northness, a town, and a flower field disappeared this morning…”

Wizard of the North: “Haah… Not again…

Wizard of the North: “It must be that the Wizards of the East and West are skirmishing over the land because they were chastised by Oz.”

Wizard of the North: “That whole ordeal has truly had a number of effects on the surrounding lands.”

Wizard of the North: “As a fellow wizard, I’d love to do something about it, however, I don���t have the power to stop them…”

Wizard of the North: “Ahh, I truly am useless. Just what will the future hold for this country?”

Wizard of the North: “If you have come to me once more, that must mean…”

Izumi: (He goes to the flower field where the attack happened at the request of the butterfly.)

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Wizard of the North: “This flower field is a mess. What a truly horrible thing to do.”

Wizard of the North: “Hm? Someone’s crouched down over there…! What’s wrong, are you okay!?”

Rick: “...”

Wizard of the North: “You’re Oz’s… No, now you are the great Wizard of Oz.”

Rick: “Wizard of the North-sama…”

Wizard of the North: “You govern the Emerald City quite well on Oz’s behalf. You’re doing a wonderful job, you know.”

Wizard of the North: “...You look down. Is something the matter?”

Rick: “...The recent damage caused by the Wizards of the East and West has spread to the Emerald City.”

Rick: “One of the fountains was partially destroyed today.”

Rick: “I want to do something for the people, but I don’t have Oz-sama’s power or courage.”

Rick: “Day after day I’m busy listening to the counsel of the people who visit the castle the best I can, but…”

Rick: “No matter how hard I try, I’ll never be as good as Oz-sama.”

Wizard of the North: “...”

Rick: “And now… This is what’s happened to the flower field I walked through with Oz-sama…”

Rick: “I’m sure Oz-sama will be disappointed when he returns someday.”

Rick: “If I can’t even protect this flower field, how am I supposed to protect the Emerald City…?”

Wizard of the North: “...Then I shall cast a spell of blessing on you. Keep your chin up and let me see your face.”

Wizard of the North: “Now…”

*Spell is cast and flowers bloom*

Rick: “Huh?”

Rick: “Wow… That’s amazing! It’s a whole field of yellow flowers…!”

Wizard of the North: “May my blessing aid you. While I cannot be with you always, I am a wizard, so I will be watching over you and protecting you as you go.”

Wizard of the North: “However, you can be there for your people and take their feelings into consideration. You can do what you can and do what you must.”

Wizard of the North: “You may be Oz, but that does not mean you are Oz.”

Rick: “...”

Wizard of the North: “This blessed magic responds to one’s heart. So when you need it most, someone will surely be there to help.”

Wizard of the North: “Rest assured, you will do your duty for the Emerald City. And I shall do mine.”

Rick: “Right…! Thank you so much, Wizard of the North-sama.”

Rick: “Um, Wizard of the North-sama, I have a favor to ask of you.”

Wizard of the North: “What is it?”

Rick: “Could you please teach me the magic you just used?”

Rick: “It doesn’t have to be some grand blessing. I just want to be able to make these yellow flowers bloom.”

Rick: “That way everyone can have a smile on their face.”

Wizard of the North: “Hehe… A great wizard becoming my apprentice…”

Wizard of the North: “Very well.”

Rick: “Thank you so much!”

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Izumi: (Then one day, many years later… the butterfly comes to the Wizard of the North once again.)

Butterfly: “Your Northness, a tornado appeared suddenly, and out of that tornado came a house.”

Butterfly: “Said house seems to have struck the Wizard of the East’s castle.”

Wizard of the North: “How…”

Wizard of the North: “What in the world… No, could it be…”

Wizard of the North: “Ah, Rick… the blessed magic is upon us--.”

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Izumi: …This really is a gentle story.

Tsuzuru: It really is. But that’s not just because of Citron-san, it’s because of Sakuya too.

Tsuzuru: The kindness of one person alone can break the curse for a single day, but the magic of kindness can be transferred to others, little by little, just like that…

Tsuzuru: It’ll gently light up the hearts of many. And the only ones who can do that are--.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*High five*

Citron: We did it! The spin-off performance was a great success!

Sakuya: Hehe, we did it!

Citron: Sakuya. …Thank you for always being with me, both as Rick and as my roommate.

Citron: It is because of you that I was able to do this performance.

Sakuya: I want to thank you too, Citron-san.

Sakuya: Thank you so much for always having such overwhelming kindness!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Tsuzuru: Hey. That right there.

Izumi: Yeah… I agree.

[the-sun-and-the-sea]

Odesta Week Day 1: Modern AU Monday

"Did you hear the news?"

Annie digs into her locker to find her coat, only half listening to the girls on the other side of the lockers. Whatever news they're sharing can range from somebody lost a paper clip to the world is ending outside, and she probably wouldn't believe them either way. The girls at Panem Skating Club have a penchant for gossip that is more frequently false than true. 

"What news?" the other girl asks. Annie can only see flashes of dark hair every so often from where she's standing, but she can't tell who's speaking. Somebody a few years younger than her, probably. 

"Finnick Odair is looking for a new partner."

Annie almost laughs aloud, but refrains at the last second. Finnick Odair is something of a legend in their skate club. His older brother Adrian was a former Olympic solo skater who took home the silver a few years ago. In their small town, that basically makes you a hero. Finnick himself is a great skater, but hasn't gone to the Olympics yet. Still, he and his partner Cashmere are pretty unshakable. The thought of either of them retiring so early is ludicrous. 

"No way," another female voice calls, as Annie pretends to not be listening. "Cashmere's only twenty-three. That's a pretty early retirement."

"Age isn't the reason," says the first voice. Annie's brows furrow. Injury, maybe? "She's pregnant." 

Whatever is said after this point, Annie doesn't hear. Her coat and scarf are wrapped firmly around her body and there's no need to listen to the gossip any longer. Even if it is true, listening in on the details of another woman's pregnancy just feels invasive. 

Her ankle aches dully as she walks out the doors of the skating club. She's recovering from a minor case of bursitis in her ankle. It's kept her at home for the past three weeks, and Annie hasn't been back on the ice until today. Today's practice had left her sore and exhausted. Apparently, it would take a few days for her body to get used to skating again.

That's one of Annie's biggest issues with solo skating. There's nobody there to compensate for your faults, or to support you in your successes. There are coaches and other skaters who may be friendly, sure, but come competition time, it's just her on that ice. 

These days, Annie's beginning to wonder if she even wants that. 

***

Annie can't be certain why she does it. 

She sits in her car, parked in the diner's parking lot. Maybe it's because the rink started to fill up and she had nothing to practice with no coach. Or maybe she's just curious. 

Okay, back up. Earlier this morning, she had made it to the rink for a practice session, although that quickly proved to be useless. The one highlight was meeting Mags Flanagan, Finnick’s coach. She was an Olympian back in her day before retiring from competitive skating to coach others into the same success she had. When asked about it in interviews, Mags says she'll quit when Finnick does.

So it was quite the surprise when Mags asked Annie to consider being Finnick’s new partner. 

The offer didn’t completely come out of nowhere. It’s not like Annie has anything better to do, and Mags had said that her technique was almost perfect. Her flaw in skating wasn’t about the jumps and spins. It had always been about emoting. Her coaches have been telling her that for years, but their vague instructions have never made sense to her. She can do almost any jump they ask of her, and her spins are basically perfect. What else is she missing?

"Finnick, on the other hand, feels the emotions of the performance very deeply,” Mags had told her. “Sometimes, his technique gets...lost."

And if Mags Flanagan thinks that she and Finnick can balance each other out, it’s probably not a bad idea to at least consider it. 

Taking a final deep breath, she leaves her car and walks into the diner. 

Finnick Odair isn't hard to find. Not only is he one of the most well known faces in their skating club, but he has a sense about him that radiates life. He sits with his back to her in a booth, idly stirring sugar into a cup of coffee. 

Before Annie can talk herself out of it, she slides in the booth across from him. 

"Hi, Annie," Finnick says, like he's known her for years. "Coffee?"

"No," Annie says. "Thank you."

She's expecting the silence to linger, but Finnick picks up the slack easily. "Mags told me you might be coming. I know you probably have questions, but if you want to know why Cashmere's retiring, you should probably go to her for that."

She shrugs. "It's not my business."

"Oh," he says, showing his first hint of surprise. "Cool. Okay. Well, I know this would be a risk."

Annie pretends to peruse the diner's menu, but her mind is on anything but breakfast food. "That's an understatement. Most pair skaters have been together for at least a decade. We'd be at a major disadvantage."

Finnick sips his coffee, wincing at the heat. He pushes it away. "True. But it's not like we're doing so great right now. I mean, my partner just left. And you're..."

She's what? Washed up? Obviously not making it anywhere beyond the confines of her own rink?

"You're a good skater, Annie," he decides on. That was diplomatic of him. "I've seen you perform, and I agree with Mags. But forget about that for a second. If you're happy where you're at, I can respect that. But if you're even a little unsatisfied, what do we have to lose?"

Annie's throat constricts. When she can finally get words out, she asks, "Don't you want to go to the Olympics?"

"I would love to go to the Olympics," he answers automatically, without thought. "More than that, I want to skate."

The same can't be said for a lot of skaters. She doesn't know many people who would be satisfied through the sport alone. There's a certain buzz that comes from competition. Watching her scores climb, standing on that podium. It's intoxicating. Sure, they love the sport, but they love more than just the skating. 

Finnick's unasked question still hangs in the air. "Okay," says Annie, because Finnick's right. Why the hell not? "Let's try."

[im-out-of-it]

part 7 of season 2, episode 7 GIVE MAGNUS A BREAK PLEASE “love is a devil” continued

95. “disparate background” Alec go off please

96. Magnus: now I really need a fucking drink

97. ah shit, that’s awkward but the music and drinks are fire 🔥

98. I mean, maia will understand Simon more then clary ever will and Maia isn’t selfish. no one is really in their right mind at this party so who knows why she kissed Simon

99. Alec is so beautiful 🥹

100. did I ever post this? well I am now

101. Magnus: this is my party and I’ll be damned if anyone ruins it

102. this has to be Magnus’s best line in this whole episode (okay one of the best) (it’s not in this scene but I don’t care) MAGNUS AND HIS FACIAL EXPRESSIONS 🥰✨

103. Magnus: I created this elegant affair and I will not have it ruined so get your shit together

Mags put this whole party together for Alec

get your shit together clary because your added drama is not needed (also why is she playing the jealous card when she seems to just now like Simon while everyone is affected by really personal stuff?) (but whatever)

magnus isn’t here for prejudiced shadowhunters, parabatai who act like they care about Magnus’s boyfriend when they don’t oh AND ALEC TRYING TO TAKE HIS LIFE. like Alec goes through the most shit in this episode (also Magnus and the hurt he goes through would have been interesting to see and I’m sure he wasn’t expecting his boyfriend to be about to take his life so maybe that is Magnus’s pain)

104. Izzy: save me Raphael

105. I hate how Izzy pushes her hand in Raphael’s mouth and I get she’s desperate but consent maybe?

106. Izzy’s like I’m not as great as people make me out to be (and that’s sad)

107. Raphael looks so pretty here

108. at least she thanks him for the blood

109. I wouldn’t be trying to go to a shadowhunter party either but if I knew Magnus and his fantastic ideas were there then I’m in

110. same scene but in black and white

stopping at 111 and I’ll pick up part 8 sometime tomorrow

[archenarrow]

Meta Shaped Thoughts

So the Meta remains one of my favorite things in fiction and my brain is full of it again, as it does periodically. I'm just gonna ramble an amount and try not to spin off on too many tangents but still probably will go off on several.

Basically, started with the transition from Agent Maine, to the Meta, to that third thing that happens post AI fragments. Y'know, that thing where it's still just what's left of Maine under that helmet, but it seems to still identify as the Meta. The Councilor refers to it as Agent Maine again, but he is still distinct from who Maine was before Sigma got into his head. Also its pronouns shift around with these, Agent Maine is he/him, the Meta is it/its, post AI the pronouns sometimes go either way (I think, I will admit that I haven't checked recently).

Anyway, though, starting with Agent Maine: he is on the Freelancer leaderboard for the scenes we see, but he is consistently low on it. In fact, every time we see him fight a Freelancer level foe in season 9, he loses. This is very much in contrast with how we saw the Meta in seasons 6-8. The Meta had been portrayed as an unstoppable death machine in pretty much every appearance it had. It wasn't impossible to drive it off, but it always came back stronger. Agent Maine on his own wasn't this dangerous, however he was indestructible. It reminds me of the old Sgt Rock comics. For those who didn't read them, the Sgt Rock comics are about Sgt Rock, a U.S. army sergeant during World War 2. Sgt Rock was a boxer before being a soldier, and while he wasn't a great fighter, it was impossible to keep him down. Having to beat the immovable object became a rite of passage in order to fight the actually good boxers. Anyway, I feel like Maine might have served a similar role with the Project Freelancer leaderboard, you need to be able to beat him in order to really make it into the big leagues of the Freelancers. Like, Maine just doesn't stop. He can't beat Tex in sparring, but he's the only person who is able to keep fighting past the point where his armor is supposed to be locking him in place. He seems at a stalemate with the Charon/Insurrectionist ODST up to the point where the other guy gets a gun, but being center massed with a sniper rifle, having a magnum mag dumped into his throat, shooting him with a magnum again, hitting him with a truck, then hurling him down and off an overpass all fails to kill him. Another thing is that he seems friendly with a few other Freelancers, I see people bring up his relationship with Wash, but he also seems like one of the folks who is closer to Carolina based on their banter during the heist. She jokes with him about being a baby, his lack of subtlety, and shows way more concern for Maine's injuries during the heist than she did with say North's injuries at the oil platform.

And that leads into Maine being paired with Sigma, Carolina giving up her AI so that Maine can communicate more easily (there's probably another tangent in here about ableism in Project Freelancer). Carolina later feels responsible for what Sigma would do to Maine. but we immediately see Maine becoming thematically more the Meta, even if the transformation takes time. There's the very obvious stuff, like the sequence of Maine gearing up before the assault on the Insurrectionist base, how it shows that we are very much entering Meta territory now. And the switch is immediate, from this point onwards, Maine doesn't lose a fight. In fact, Maine/The Meta begin getting back at everything that had previously bested Maine. Maybe some of this is just showcasing how much of a difference having an AI and being able to use his equipment (I forget if it's canon that Maine's equipment was strength enhancement or if that was a fan idea) makes in a fight, but there's a feeling of vindictiveness to it when Maine holds the soldier who'd shot him before helpless for a prolonged period before finishing him off. How he gives the other soldier from the freeway a moment of relief and then realization before throwing her into the sea. And also that friendliness with the other Freelancers seems to dry up, there is no more banter with Wash or Carolina, even when fighting alongside each other. The most we get is other Freelancers looking on Maine from a distance with concern about these changes. Maine's transformation into the Meta, the parts of it we see onscreen at least, is fast. His characterization changes rapidly once he is paired with Sigma, of course culminating after the crash of the Mother of Invention, the additions of Eta and Iota making the Meta fully into what it was when we first saw it in Recovery One and season 6.

But then Maine's body outlives the AI fragments, even if it still seems to identify as the Meta rather than Maine. And we see some personality changes, reverting more towards what Maine was like beforehand. It jokes with allies, heck the fact that he can work with allies again is notable. But ultimately, he still has that need to acquire AI again. I do feel like there's a few different reads on what that need to reacquire an AI. I think some of the things in the show itself blame it on Maine himself and some desire for power on his part, especially that bit at the end of Restoration. But the more interesting read to me is that it's more akin to an addiction. The Meta has been the Meta and can't go back, he can't just be a human brain working on its own now, it needs something to guide him. It literally can't function like it used to without another mind to run its equipment.

Anyway, that's a pile of thoughts on the Meta. I think that's most of the coherent stuff so I'm going to post this while my brain just kinda keeps chewing on it.

[annymation]

Excuse me what Magnifico and Florian's childhood to adulthood looks like when they grow up together?

Funny thing is, they didn't exactly have a "childhood" together, they have a 10 year age gap, so imagine 18 year old Magnifico beefing with this literal 8 years old.

Here's their dynamic at that age in a nutshell:

Florian: Hey big brother, guess what!

Magnifico: ... I despise guessing games

Flo: I'm gonna be king of Rosas!

Mag: Oh goodie -_-

Flo: Father showed me the whole kingdom! One day I'm gonna rule it all! Haha

Mag: Yes, well forgive me for not leaping with joy, bad back, you know? *lays down on his bed*

Flo: Hey Magnus, when I'm king, what will that make you?

Mag: A monkey's brother

Flo: Hehehee you're so weird

Mag: You have no idea- SO has dad really shown you the whole kingdom? Including the (Insert dangerous place in Rosas that a 8 year old should never go all alone and Magnus manipulates his brother into going there here)

That's it, that's the dynamic.

But if you want the long answer:

I imagine they were mostly like Anna and Elsa, but what if Elsa actually hated Anna fr and wasn't hiding in her room all her life to hide her powers, but rather to hide her LACK of powers, that's basically Magnifico.

Magnifico was expected to become a powerful sorcerer like his father, but he could never unlock his magic abilities when he was little because his heart wasn't in it, he just wanted to become king without having to work or study for it. So he pretty much grew up hiding away in the castle, away from the public eye, even the servants of the castle were asked by his father to not interact much with him, so they wouldn't find out that he had no magic. It was his father own way of not being remembered as the only king of Rosas that couldn't mentor his heir. Magnifico grew bitter and alone all because he wanted to follow his own path. His only company was his mother, but she passed away when he was 16 and his brother was 6.

Meanwhile, Florian ALSO had a lot of expectations placed upon him, as the "Second try" of sorts, his father although kinder with him than with Magnus, was also very strict and pressured him since a very young age to study magic. Florian was greatly rewarded when he did a good job, which made him happy, but he could sense growing up how his brother was hurting, he tried to reach out to him many times but Magnus would just treat him as a nuisance and ignore him.

Though sometimes, Magnus did find some ways to entertain himself by making his brother get in trouble. He'd manipulate Florian to make a mess of their father's things

"Hey Flo, you know father's favorite tapestry on the wall?"

"Yea, what about it?"

"I think he'd looooove if drew something for him on it, here, have some paint"

"*gasp* Great idea! Thank you big brother!"

"Don't mention it~"

And that was basically their dynamic. That and Florian asking him if he "Wanna build a snowman" or something, even though I'm not sure if it would snow in Rosas.

As they got older, Magnus kinda realized if he kept being a jerk to his brother constantly, there was the possibility he'd just get kicked out the palace once his brother became king, so when he was in his 20s and Florian was a pre-teen he'd start acting more "Brotherly", and that's how he developed his charismatic persona we know in the present, even though he'd still lose his temper with his brother often.

[rascalentertainments]

I actually haven’t used the Ask box so I hope I’m using it right 😭 but I have some questions about your rewrite…

What was Flazino’s Wish like? Something about the hamlet or was it personal?

Will Star have some kind of panic attack or maybe something similar when he witnessed a wish getting eaten?

I’ve seen that the wishes are somewhat sentient, so what were their reactions when wishes get eaten?

Will Asha have a magical dress transformation? If so, COULD I HELP DESIGN IT?!

How long has Magnifico had the evil book?

Sabor’s favorite treat?

Are people more judgmental in Rosas due to being exhausted from their wishes taken?

Have children been affected by their parents’ behavior? 

Could I potentially design a wish poster 👉👈

How entertaining are wish ceremonies?

Would Rosas be more heavily guarded since Asha and Star escaped from the Queen?

Will Star ever open up to Asha about his loneliness?

What do Star and Asha have in common? 

And finally, does Star think of fireworks when viewing them from the Stratosphere?

Okay that’s all of them, have a good day!!!

Hey there! Wow you got some great questions here, let's get started! (P.S you used it right! I just need to make a proper link!)

Flazino's wish is to study magic because he believes he can help others with it. Things like replenishing water supply, heal sickness that medicine can't, plants can come back to life and bring crops, ect. While he can't fully do that right now, he helps with what he can for the Hamlet.

Yes! He gets a connection to the wishes when he touches them, so when Flazino and the old woman's wishes are crushed, he can feel like something has hit him, hard. (When Asha is danger of dying he actually starts feeling like he's dying as well since they're connected) and it happens again when Magnifico tries to absorb Star into the staff. Its supposed to feel as big as space inside, but it terrifies him because it will be like he's alone in space again.

Fear, mostly because anyone of them could be next, whether Mags goes for them or their wishers.

YES, YES SHE WILL!! AND YES, YOU CAN DESIGN IT! I've been brainstorming ideas for a while and the idea I had came to me on Pinterest. Something like this below, using the star patterns/constellations and mash tails and then apply them to the second picture of one of Asha's concept dresses.

5. He's had the book for about 10 years. He started using it more recently when he and his wife began to plan to steal a star from the sky.

6. Goat If Amaya can't provide baked salmon treats, then he likes to lurk around Rosas' to find the few rodents from underground. Makes him feels like he's in the wild.

7. Yes, the wishes being taken has begun taking their tolls on their positivity. Besides the drowsiness, they get a little suspicious of others, and it gets worse when Magnifico makes and order to turn in Asha, Star and other traitors they find or hear about!

8. A little. They still have their wishes and youth, so most of them don't notice. But once some do, they began to worry somethings wrong and ask Mags for help.

9. HECK YEAH YOU CAN!! 😃 I've had the image in my mind for months, so I'll send to you the vision I have in my head later on, it gives the biggest Disney vibes!

10. Oh they're a blast! 😂 Its full of music fanfare, fireworks, confetti, spotlights, the whole Hollywood deal! (Then they steal their souls/wishes) Even though its supposed to be about the person making their wishes, but the royals always make it about themselves. 😂 In fact, that's something coming in its own mini story, and when we reach the third act! It'll be like that Far Far Away Red Carpet scene from Shrek 2!

11. Definitely! After Star gets revealed and the traitor exposes them, the castle is double guarded, so the team goes into hiding in Bazeema's quiet hideaway.

12. Sometime before At All Costs and when Asha sees how Star is shaken up by almost being trapped in Mags' staff. He even stops smiling for a while and it really worries her. Seeing him not smile is like the sun not shining. Its unnatural.

13. Besides both having a desire to help others, they both love seeing the world. They even both are full of joy. Only Star is always showing it while Asha believes she had to push it down after her father died. When she sees how he always gives his joy to others, including repairing the pencil her father gave her, that's when she realizes she's falling in love with Star.

14. He at first thinks they're other stars shining on Earth, but once he sees that they're big beautiful light shows similar to nebula formations, he gets really excited! He wants to know how humans see them from below, just like the sunset.

THANK YOU SO MUCH, @ishadow246! That was so much fun, feel free to ask more at anytime! Can't wait to see what art you're cooking up next! 😁

[kahlanmars]

BAD FEELING part. 11

HERE WE ARE. Sorry, I started working and it's not the easiest thing for me to describe action. But here we are!

The gif is not mine but also this time, due to the lack of Haymitch, the gif is Perla!

MASTERLIST

11. A katniss to die

You didn’t calculate you would have to walk that much. You think once or twice that maybe - maybe - the shark wasn’t the worst option.

Or the careers.

Or Clark.

Or you could just ask Perla, who you can feel is slightly irritated by your slow walking pace, to end your misery. It is not actually your fault if you don’t have a muscular bone in your body and she is a tall, fit, beautiful girl. 

Stupid promise to that blue eyed devil he is waiting for you at home. You hope you don’t risk this blue eyed girl, or she doesn’t betray you. 

«I wonder where Lora is.» You really wonder. You can’t help but remember her big eyes. She is little, she is younger, she needs to be protected. 

Just try to hold on for the first few days. If this is true, you can save them too, and that means you have to find Lora, and stop feeling guilty because Perla could be better off without you to slow her down.

«We will find her.» She tries to reassure you. You don’t know why Perla is so patient with you, it can’t be only because Finnick said to her to form an alliance. Perla is the perfect career: she is beautiful, resourceful and a great character. You ask yourself why she wants to be in an alliance with you. Is it because her mentor and your mentor are friends? They didn’t seem so friendly before, at the parade.  

The caves are not the right place to walk, you decide, and she must agree because District 4 is full of beaches and not mountains. You see she trips and stumbles sometimes, and she is still faster than you. So you don’t complain and you drag yourself behind her.

Mom must be watching, and Haymitch, Portia and Effie too. Given that there is probably a camera down there, you wave and stop Perla.

«We want to find Lora because we formed an alliance.» You explain. She looks at you like you are crazy, of course she already knows what you are trying to do.

«Who are you talking to?»

«Capitol.» You point at a weird light, that is most probably a hidden camera. She frowns. «They want to know what we are doing!»

You are not sure, and nobody in the history of the games has ever done that, but you think it’s a good idea. You tend to empathise with someone who tells you a story, and you already are Princess Daisy.

«…And find water.» She convinces herself. «We want to find water. Caves tend to fall.»

Especially artificial ones. You know if there won’t be an entertaining plot in the caves they will make a shake. They may do this if you don’t meet any other tribute for days, they want a blood bath.  

«She is great. Fitter and faster than me!» Well she is. Perla has used to swim all her life, and it shows. You wonder if everyone in District 4 is stunning or just her and Finnick Odair. You think about how you never saw Mag’s games, you have never seen her young.

«She is resourceful.»

She gets it. She gets that people are watching and you have to put up a show. It is good to have her as an ally, she is intelligent. Maybe too intelligent, you have to consider you could be the only two alive sooner or later.

After a long walk, you finally spot a trickle of water and you both run to it. Something, maybe Holly at home, maybe your brain, immediately tells you to stop right there.

«Water!» Perla yells, but you are more cautious. Everything could be a trap. In Haymitch’s games all the beautiful flowers, the grass, the trees were poisonous, and that was a Quarter Quell too.

You did your research between kisses.

«Perla wait!» You take her by an arm just before she could touch it, you have a very, very bad feeling about this. «Let’s try something that is not our body first.»

You take a piece of fabric from your t-shirt and you toss it in the water, only to watch it burn almost in the blink of an eye.

«Well… shit.» Perla says astonished, making you laugh. It could have been her arm, or at least her finger.

«Shit indeed.» You roll your eyes. It’s clear you have to go to the ice if you want to drink, so you huff and proceed to walk again.

«Now we are even.» The brown haired girl adds after a minute. You don’t get it at first, but she keeps going. «I saved you from the shark, you saved me from the water. Now we are even.»

She looks different from the bright girl you saw the last time. She was almost happy, always smiling. You wonder if Snow paid a visit to her too, if he made her something she didn’t want to do. A killing? Or the thing Haymitch feared the most at the first party?

Why are you not so affected by the death of a man? He was a terrible person and you honestly think he is better off, but you killed him, you became a murderer. You literally had blood on your hands. It really doesn’t affect you? You are that cold blooded? 

«If we have to keep a score we are not allies. I like you Perla, I want you to win if I can’t.» You clarify, and it’s true. You want Perla or Lora to win, if there is a winner. You can’t shake the words of Prim, Effie and Haymitch, tho. Maybe something will happen, maybe they know something they can’t share. What does it mean “You are not collateral damage anymore”? If there is only a single chance to get out of the arena alive you need to bring the girls with you. 

«To win we need water.» She changes the subject. Of course, she doesn’t want you to win. She wants to win and you can’t blame her, she probably has a family to keep alive too.

«We really need water!» You reclaim, maybe Haymitch is listening. If he is not giving you water there are two possibilities: either the water is near to you or he wants you to say or do something before it. Or, but you try not to think about that, you don’t have any sponsors and he doesn’t have any money.

You don’t even comprehend how the sponsors could get something in a cave, but you trust there is a way. Sponsors give too much money not to be used, it’s a great part of the hunger games.

«Maybe we need to find Lora. If she is in danger…»

«She is cunning, you know? She’s little, but she’s courageous.» You don’t know, you realise. You have been caught up in your perfect romance fantasy and you didn’t put enough attention on the other tributes. 

Not that your life depends on it.

«We don’t have anything better to do, let’s find Lora.» 

After hours you two didn’t find her, or anyone for what matters. It seems a little odd. 

«It’s impossible to lose the road, right?» You ask her, a puzzled look on your face. She must have the same thought, because she doesn’t know what to say.

«I think so?»

You can spot something between the rocks. It’s a flower… a plant? Plants. You run into them and you watch them clearly.

«That’s Sagittaria. It’s edible. Do you have something we can use to cut it? We can eat them. It’s a water plant. I always liked the flowers when I was little.» 

«A water plant? In a cave?» Perla looks at you like you are a talking dragon. She is not wrong. 

Holly used to lecture you about plants, she was obsessed about them. Every day after school she dragged you in the woods and explained to you every use for them, what plants are poisonous and which you can eat or clean wounds with. And she used to say “Find a katniss and you will never starve”. 

Sagittaria, a katniss plant. 

A Katniss plant.

«They must have… put that in there.» You take a step back.

The plant looks okay, like any other katniss that could be in the water, the flowers are white and light pink, it’s like always. Still.

There is no way this is not a trick, and you don’t know much, but you strongly suspect it’s from President Corioulanous Snow in person. A Katniss to save, a katniss to kill. It’s a strong message: she couldn’t save you, she killed someone and what a coincidence the girl from her district. Snow is definitely laughing right now. 

You would have done that, if you were him. It’s a coup de théatre.

«We should come back later.» You suddenly say, forcing a smile. Maybe you are paranoid, but you don’t want to risk it. «To eat the plant.»

You are not eating that, but you remember well how your mentor ended up with no family and no girlfriend because he was smarter than Capitol. 

Perla, truth to be told, is witty. «When we will have a backpack.»

«When we will have a backpack!» You assure.

Less than five minutes of walking to the ice later you hear a scream and a gong.

Now, is stupid to run into the screams, you are well aware, but the voice is Lora’s voice. You are sure of that.

You run faster than life, your fear of the caves forgotten, and Perla is right behind you.

«Lora!»

In front of you there is a scene so gore you almost cannot watch it. The other tribute from District Eleven is dead in a pool of blood that comes from his mouth. 

Lora still has the plants in her hands, and you take them from her to toss it on the ground. 

«Are you okay? Did you eat something?» You ask her frantically, watching her and touching her face in suspect of something weird on her body. 

She looks shocked, maybe she was friends with the other tribute, but she shakes her head. «No, I was about to but… no.» 

You almost faint in relief. «Dear Heavens, girl. You scared me to death.»

You put her in a hug. She takes your embrace gladly. «He died so quickly…»

«Lucky him.» You can’t help but comment.

You almost miss the sound of something in the rock. When you look closely at the wall you find a little box.

«It’s a gift!» You say enthusiastically to the other girls. You open it and there is a bottle of water and a note.

Genius, pretty girl.

H

You pass the bottle to Perla and you mouth a silent “Thank you” to your mentor. You really, really want to add an “I love you” for the sake of the comedy, but you think he could just have a heart attack in front of the television.

«So it’s real?» Perla asks, around the small fire. It’s so so cold in the caves, so it’s mandatory to have a fire. You have a rock in your hand just in case someone will spot the light, which is a very real possibility. You know your mentor is shouting at the television right now, but you don’t stand a chance without a heat.

Lora somehow managed to take a backpack with her, she survived the bloodbath. Crazy girl. But in the pack there are matches, and that might save your life, so Lora is saving your life. That little, younger girl with a heart shaped face and big eyes is saving your life.

«What is real?»

«You and your mentor!» Lora adds, smiling like a baby. You tend to forget she is younger, brighter than you, not already broken.

«Yeah, kind of… Please.» You blurt out, your face red like a tomato due to the embarrassment. You don’t know what you can tell, it’s not like you are having lunch with your friends in a pause from work in the District, this is national television. Haymitch is watching. Dear Grace, your mother is watching.

«I think you are cute! C’mon, I probably won’t ever have love, let me dream! You found it in the Hunger Games! Must be a District 12 perk, you people are really romantic.»

You scuff. Yes, very romantic.

«Maybe you will, maybe you will win.» You run your hand through her hair, feeling a little protective towards the young adult. «Let me see, what could I say to you without embarrassing my mom… he is really strong. When you, well, when I kiss him or hug him I feel so protected, like he is a shield from the world. I like his beard, he is so sexy. And he smells like the woods!» And liquor, but you don’t feel like sharing that part. 

«So he is like a tree!» Perla comments, making you laugh.  

«Like the most handsome tree in the whole forest.» You daydream in a light voice, and when you realise what you just said in front of all Panem you blush and try to hide your face.

«Ooh, you are really in looove!» They make fun of you, almost like the three of you are friends and not competitors.

That is so embarrassing. You pictured your games to be ruthless, to be cruel, maybe more blood but you weren’t sure about the embarrassment part.

«Oh, shut up.» You put yourself better against the wall, since you are taking the first turn to guard. «Do you have anyone?»

Lora shakes her head, looking a little sad. Given where she is she has all the rights to be. «No, I am kinda busy in the District. And I’m only nineteen years old, so… I guessed I had time.»

You will, you really want to say. Instead you watch Perla, who has a guilty face on her.

«Can’t really say anything.»

Finnick Odair? You hope, he is handsome. Not quite as Haymitch, but certainly a good looking man. 

«You can’t let me die with a secret!» You argue, but she dismisses you with a laugh, and the two of you share a meaningful glance.

Maybe we won’t die.

«Time to sleep little one.» You scold Lora and she closes her eyes, like she is not as adult as you are. Maybe she enjoys someone who mothers her. You quickly remember your mentor’s voice that recommends not to be a hero for someone weaker than you.

You mouth “I miss you”  to Haymich, and you realise you almost survived the first night.

[cult-of-the-eye]

Ok so after MAG 80 and general spoilers from tumblr, here's a few of my thoughts on some of the fears:

The Corruption

ew ew ew ew

I hate it. I watched that one insect scene in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom and I'm forever horrified by masses upon masses of any insect or worm. It just makes my skin crawl.

(sorry Ms Prentiss, I have immense fear and respect for you)

The Lonely

Mmm delicious

Seems peaceful tbh

What do you mean you're worried about me? I'm not self isolating and depressed, I'm just becoming an avatar of the Lonely!

The Eye

Hmm

I never really understood the paranoia and the fear of constantly being watched but I guess if I was then I would.

I do understand the thirst for knowledge though

If I were to become a ghost, I'd spend my days listening to people's private conversations and finding out about their personal lives and drama

The Flesh

Oooh I kinda like this one

It does give me a visceral reaction though I hate the idea of raw meat so fucking much oh my god.

But the idea of us humans just being piles of meat? Oh yes. I've had many intrusive thoughts about that

I like it in a poetry kinda way cause I am actually so squeamish in real life it's what I told my dad when I told him I didn't want to be a doctor lol

The Slaughter

No.

The Hunt

Bro I have no stamina and also no motivation

I do have spite so maybe I would be a good avatar? Hmm

The Dark

Yeah I'm fucking terrified of this one.

Listen I have no motor skills, I can barely walk when it gets dark i am not equipped for this

Whenever I go upstairs in the evening, I sprint up so the demons can't get me

The Desolation

Ooh I do like this one

I like the idea that burning everything down

I also intimately adore and understand Tim Stoker and his Rage

The End

Yeah ok I'm kinda a fan of this one

I like the idea of ending things for other people

And things coming to an end for me

I think it would be cathartic

Calm even

Yeah I'd be a good end avatar

The Web

I'd be mad if I found out I was being manipulated by another person but if I found out a hot crazy lady was manipulating me? I'd be fine with that.

Not a fan of a huge number of spiders though (see the corruption one)

The Stranger

I didn't think it was that terrifying until like MAG 79 when the not Sasha was like I'm gonna wear your skin and it's gonna hurt

God damn I was traumatised.

I'd also absolutely despise being the one person who can tell someone is different I'd actually burn everything down and then myself

The Spiral

Michaels is just a harmless little guy

This is just what being genderqueer is like (I say as a genderqueer person)

Yeah I know madness.

That one statement about insomnia really stuck with me

I could be a great avatar of the spiral, my friend said that conversations with me are like trying to find your way out of a maze

What have I missed

The Buried

As hozier himself said, "Lay Me Gently In The Cold Dark Earth"

Nice.

I'd like to be compressed.

Oh wait I am kinda claustrophobic though.

The Vast

Similar to the lonely

I think it would be peaceful

I like to imagine sometimes that the world is just a 15km radius surrounded by an expanse of fog or trees

It's nice knowing I'm insignificant I guess. It means I only need to worry about myself.

[siblingskissing]

wheelercest smut headcanons?

Wheelercest Smut Headcanons!

I'm not great with writing/coming up with smut ideas but I hope you enjoy these thoughts I can come up with!

Warnings: Smut/nsfw (obvi)

-okay so FIRST AND FOREMOST

-Dom! Bottom Nancy and Sub!Top! Mike -I'm sorry i just can't see that boy as a top- especially not with NANCY -A switch/brat? 1000% but never a dom

-Okay so when they first start dating they don't actually start having sex -In attempts of justifying their relationship they always excuse it with "well we are only holding hands and kissing! We're not doing anything bad by just kissing and cuddling :D" - meanwhile they are white knuckling their chairs because theres only sm their own hands can do for them

-Eventually the frustration gets to them, they get into even more arguments than they did before they began dating and their friends are tired of them. Eventually Lucas makes a comment about Mike 'being so mad because he's celibate' and that 'he needs to get some before Max murders him'

-Nancy, being the older sister she is, decides to sit him down and find a solution when mike brings up the teasing, and after a few hours of back and forth, they decide that mutual masturbation could be a good even middle ground. -After all, they aren't touching each other just....getting off to each other. totally different -They lay down beside each other and (to no ones surprise) Mike shows Nancy a skin mag he kept hidden from their parents to get them started -Nancy is eh about it- she doesn't really like using porn for her pleasure but it gets her started -They sit so close- barely a hair lengths away with the magazine across their thighs as they shuck their clothes. -It starts off well enough, Mike- being a typical teenage boy- just tries to get into it meanwhile Nancy berates him for not even trying to make himself feel good. -He, of course, complains and bitches about her correcting him but she just rolls her eyes and tries explaining foreplay and building up your pleasure - "You've got to get yourself into the mood- starting soft isn't going to do anything than give your friction burn!" -"If you're so great at this then why don't you just do it then?" -And lets all remember, Wheelers are not ones to back down from a challenge. -And so Nancy doesn't even think twice before reaching over and grabbing his thigh, massaging his skin before kissing under his jaw. -Mike just bluescreens -Eventually it develops and it ends up with Nancy behind Mike, holding him to her chest as she stroked him- her fingers rolling over his cockhead and squeezing at his most sensitive spots. -He's moaning so loud that Nancy is praying to every god out there that a neighbor doesn't complain or hear them. -when he comes she doesn't pull off, instead stroking him through it before swiping his cum across his stomach, complaining about not having been able to even touch herself. -And Mike- he goes to help her cause while he's a douche sometimes he does want to return the favor. -but he's inexperienced, a bit sloppy and tries putting a finger in her without even checking if she's wet -She is, but not enough for straight penetration -So begins Nancy's neck lesson, teaching him where to touch, where to stroke and just where she was most sensitive. -he ends up getting the hang of it surprisingly well, and when she comes on his fingers he visibly deflates because he wanted to keep going now that they were finally touching -and that is when Mike learns girls have shorter recovery periods, and he makes it a personal mission to see how many times he can make her cum per session

-After this they kind of accept they're gross and just keep track of birth control options and fertility cycles because Nancy does not want to explain that

-Mike is the most sensitive of the two- especially when it comes to his sides, chest, stomach and inner thighs -Meanwhile Nancy's chest, thighs, the backs of her legs and her neck are her sweet spots. -Mike grows pretty tall, and so during sex he usually holds Nancy- sometimes from behind but typically he keeps her in his lap.

-They have a few preferred positions: The Amazon, Cowgirl, Lotus, really they mostly prefer facing eachother with Nancy on top. However Mike does sometimes having a bit more control of the pace (but thats reserved for when Nancy is rewarding him) -While I love couples doing pegging, I imagine they don't like it much- Mike doesn't mind it but he hates how odd the plastic feels. meanwhile Nancy would rather thrust and actually feel something more than a bit of clit stimulation. -Overall just not really their thing -they love exploring things- kinks, new positions, new acts, everything Mike's preferred Kinks: -Mike finds he enjoys pain- but not a ton of it. A few slaps here and there, spanking his thighs and ass, nails on his back and chest -Even more so he loves being told what to do (in the bedroom that is). -Loves oral- he prefers receiving more than giving but that doesn't mean he won't -He finds he really likes her hands- likes how they feel on him and how they look gripping things

Nancy's preferred kinks: -my girl loves being in charge of situations where she isn't saving lives -She also likes tying ropes and making intricate designs when she ties up mike. She thinks he looks particularly handsome with dark rope against his pale skin -She enjoys the feeling of lingerie and the texture of silk so she brings its into the bedroom and finds she enjoys it

-They kiss like they're starving, like- practically eating eachother

-like this type shit

Thank you for reading/ asking for this! It's kinda fun writing these- please give me any feedback if you can of anything!

[sillygreenrat]

Hello hello fellow Sam fan!

I like to know if you yourself have any smokeybat fluff or head canons?

HELLO I DO I DO I DO these sillies plague my brainspace like literally NO tomorrow hello hello hello!!!!

so while i ship smokeybats OBVIOUSLY i also ship nuzi (obviously x2) and bluntbiscuits (or as i call it bakery) also so little doses of N might be scattered amidst these headcanons (and maybe hopefully my bakery propoganda will soon filter through more people (:<)

Sam is one of the ONLY drones to remember Uzi's name, hes just too high half the time for it to come to his mind straight away, so it always comes off as ignorance. (The first time Sam said her name outwardly without her having to say it beforehand caught her offguard so bad she ran into the bathroom to stare into the mirror for about 10 minutes to recollect herself)

(this counts as just a general headcanon for Uzi but) Uzi LOVES to dumpster dive, rummages around and looks for things, and just so happens to have a collection of old novelty magnets she thought looked either cool or cute that she gave to Sam once they were actually in a relationship (he now wears them all the time) (his favorites are a fat ass piece of 'pepperoni pizza' which he has no idea what it is, and a really cute evil bat that reminds him of Uzi) (probably why she grabbed it too, thought of herself, great minds think alike)

More on magnets, they ABSOLUTELY get high together. Uzi seems like the type to get overly anxious (either from other people or her own accord) and Sam probably understands that and probably tells her that they're good for that sort of thing (he uses them for overthinking and anxiety as well). Wouldn't force it on her or anything but would probably nudge a mag or two towards her and let her know that he'd be there if things were rocky for her. She ends up loving it and now he, Uzi (and sometimes N) make a pillow fort and mag it up on occasion.

Sam is no less of a freak, but hes incredibly quiet about it. Never really FELT feelings like that until (what we call episode 4) hapened. Continuously replays the scenes in his head of Uzi closing in on him and fawns over her evil giggling EVERY damn time. (is also into the biting and the gnawing and the tearing but we can ignore that for a later date //shot)

Sam loves sharing his hoodies with Uzi!!!! Always tends to find and get oversized ones so he knows they'll fit her (hes just a little taller than her).

Love bites, that is all <3 take that as you will

theres probably more deep down in the recesses of my mind but thats all ill give for now lsdfgjdkjfhg i love these silly drones i could talk abt them for HOURS

[ao3wasntenough]

Hehe Friendship is magical! Right back at ya Sam anon! 🫶

Chatter again happy to share some hcs on Ultra Magnus or Mags as Rodinus calls him. He a large mecha and I feel at times he can be intimidating to others even if it’s not his intention. He has seen so much and as Optimus second in command/ leader of the wreckers. The fact he briefly in some transformer series was leading the war on cybertron while the autobot on earth.

Shows a great deal of respect. I enjoyed how in transformer prime series, when we first introduce him, he comes across as in charge and doesn’t want slacking or familiarity. This could be because he lost so many soldiers. He not one to get close to others, this is him coping as for so long it’s been war.

I love the hc that he from the same batch as Optimus hence their similar frames and that they are batch brothers or bonded brothers. He not afraid to raise his opinion or concern.

He more that stoic silent guardian type, but he observes eveything. He the sort who does paperwork to get his mind off things and a way to show he cares. It would be little things like perhaps taking some reports off a bot or taking them off duty. He also very very patient.

For his interactions with bot!Sam I believe he would take a similar role like Prowl did to Sam with providing him tasks/jobs to get him better intergrated into the autobots and for a way to Sam to better get use to his new body (he won’t take dad prowl rights tho). Ultra Magnus possibly hadn’t met Sam as a human so with that prospect he easily over looks.

But he cares for the next generation of his species so Sam unintentionally is a mascot to show there is a chance for Cybertronian to not go extinct and have a future. Mags would also try to take on a teaching role, he feels the need to if he sees other bots like Optimus doing it.

Most of my view of Mags comes from Lost light and Mtmte comics, they can be found for free online and I fully recommend them! Tho warning they are absolutely spark wrenching and wholesome.

That version of him happens to be very intriguing which I won’t spoil in case you read the comics but let’s just say he could understand Sam on the smaller level.

Contrary to belief Ultra Magnus does indeed have emotions, he just doesn’t show them in a usual way. He basically the strict military leader who prefers to address in formal terms then personal ones.

I believe I mentioned Turning point as a good fanfic but I forgot to mention that it is decepticon Prowl redemption centric. But still a great read.

I love so far how you’ve done his character. So just some little thoughts.

I do recommend a YouTube video about Ultra Magnus it’s the Tfp version but it’s cool if you’re interested. It’s called ���TFP Ultra Magnus Has Emotions. The channel called Emperor Kumquat. He seems to do deep dives into different characters to give perspectives on their personalities.

The idea He lets prowl or Sam’s many parental candidates because that means he basically gets to be the fun uncle now is amusing to me. Like he doesn’t want one of his own but his brothers kid? That’s his kid too, sometimes you know? Gets to return him to whoever so he can go back to his own mess

I know he and Rodimus are often portrayed in the same materials which feels kinda funny that I’ve come full circle from my first cybertronian Sam ideas being him reborn on cybertron during Rodimus era. Strange ways you always happen to find yourself back where you started in some way.

So I’m just imagining he often invites himself along if HotRod or any of his common team are a hanging with Sam so they don’t play a game “how high can we get Sam”

[lycanlovingvampyre]

MAG 154 Relisten

Activity on my first listen: apple cutting + sitting thrilled on the couch.

Ah yes, I remember it so clearly when I heard that episode the first time. I was almost done cutting apples, but I didn't quite feel satisfied after MAG 152 and 153, those are statement that were a bit subtle for me. So I thought "Okay, I'll give one more episode a shot" (even though the episode title didn't sound particularly interest-piquing) and then it’s a Gertrude tape and I had some problems following a lot of Gertrude statements before, I don't know, her voice makes me sleepy xD And I was already prepared to drift away during this episode again and felt a bit demotivated. But I kept going. Well, best fucking decision ever. As soon as I realized she's reading from the Catalogue of the Trapped Dead I was like "Ohhhhh!"

JON: "And I started to pay attention to the ones I… wasn’t drawn to. The tapes I instinctively wanted to discard." That's very clever, go against what the Eye wants!

JON: "There was one, this one, that my hand… pulled back from. I dropped it, twice, when I went to pick it up." Lol, that actually sounds funny. Like "Whoops! I dropped it... Woaa, dropped it again, ahaha, clumsy me."

JON: "I am the avatar of awful knowledge and revealed secrets." Oh Jon, you theater kid!

GERTRUDE: "“When he opened his eyes, he of course saw nothing" Ok, she already read that part and still couldn't guess what was necessary to quit. Already talked about this in MAG 111 - because of this I think those memory-ghosts of the Catalogue work like the appearances of people plugged into the Matrix, a mental projection of their self. How they most liked seeing themselves. So when it comes to depicting Book!Eric, I think he'd still have intact eyes. Cause he says he "destroyed them completely", I can't imagine how one could not see that, if the appearance is the same as in the moment of death.

I love how similar Eric and Gerry sound, and I don't think it's because of the ghostly echo. After all, we do have a recording of Gerry without that effect. Very good VA choice!

ERIC: "I know that I’m not really Eric; I’m just a memory someone wrote down. It hurts, most of the time." Primarily it's probably meant to be an effect of the Catalogue's nature, of the Fears just doing their job. But I guess the knowledge of not actually being you also makes it weird and uncomfortable. Sometimes I think about that, like what are we anyway? Isn't the memory of oneself's entire life basically what makes one that particular person (+ hardwired personality probably)? Because it still matters on which hardware we run. Otherwise, how would we explain body dysphoria?

ERIC: "You too. (beat) You got old." GERTRUDE: "Better than being dead." ERIC: (short sigh of a laugh) "Fair enough. To be honest, I’m impressed, more than anything. Hard to get old in this business. You either die, or you, uh, stay young. (short, uncomfortable pause) …How did Mary look?" GERTRUDE: (same sort of short laugh) "She got old, too." Well, let's see, this is in 2008. My educated guess from MAG 35 was that Gerry was born sometime around 1983 or 1984. Perhaaaps 1985 when we'll go with the most extreme numbers from MAG 35. We don't know when exactly Mary killed Eric, Eric says he left the Archives months before she killed him. So, Eric died.. what? 1984 or 1985? So he hasn't seen Gertrude in over 20 years! He probably saw Mary a few times since she summoned him to bounce off ideas of him. But even if she kept doing that for a few years and then stopped, 15 years would still be a long time with visible changes^^

ERIC: "And Gerry? Have you seen my son?" Nawwww... He actually calls him Gerry, like he always wanted friends (and probably loved ones) to call him.

ERIC: "Yeah, it doesn’t feel great. But being dead, I s’pose you don’t feel things quite as strongly. Little bit – flat." Ha, flat like a piece of paper!

ERIC: "Elias? Elias Bouchard, seriously?!" GERTRUDE: "Hm, he’s changed a lot." <.<

GERTRUDE: "So. What did they not want me to know?" ERIC: "I quit." GERTRUDE: "You – Sorry, you quit?" ERIC: "Yeah. I figured out how." Well, on my first listen I was sitting at the edge of the sofa at that point, staring wide-eyed at the TMA logo in the YT video on screen.

ERIC: "You know, you were never actually all that nice to me when I worked for you, Gertrude. Not like Michael, or Emma." Hahahaha, very good, let her dangle a bit! I'd like to say I'd do the same but I know that in the end I never want to give people, one: what they did to me, and two: something they could hold against me in return.

Eric: "I don’t know what she saw in me, not really." Not-really counter of S4: 20!

ERIC: "You were almost there, you know, with your theory that James could watch us from any eye, even an illustration. What did you do? How did you sever that link?" GERTRUDE: "My God!" Yeah, at that point I said "Fuuuuck" out loud... My spouse was sitting on the couch next to me was like ?? and I just kept saying "Fuck" over and over again. First: Eyes are one of the body parts I find the most horrific... I can watch every body horror torture splatter movie without problems but when it's about eyes... Fuck off! If I'd be in that position I'd be like "Yeah, you know what, I actually like the Archives! Screw that, y'all go ahead and do what you must do, but keep me out of it." Second, I love moments like this in fiction! The last one like this I remember was when I read The Last Wish (The Witcher) by Sapkowski, specifically The Lesser Evil. When that innkeeper (or whatever that guy was) explained what happened in Tridam and it dawned on me what Renfri was about to do (just like it dawned on Geralt in that moment. I love having the same reaction like characters. When I can discover huge things alongside them).

[TAPE CLICKS ON.] [JON SIGHS HEAVILY.] JON: "Fuck." [TAPE CLICKS OFF.] Yah, same...

JON: "I know. I know what you said, but I just – (inhale) I think I’ve found a way for us to leave the Institute." [BRIEF PAUSE.] MARTIN: "O-kay…?" JON: "Yeah. But it’s – (heavy inhale) It’s pretty drastic." MARTIN: (hah) "What, you going to gouge your eyes out, or something?" [BEAT.] MARTIN: (gets it) "Fuck off!" Such an iconic piece of dialogue xD

MARTIN: "Erm… like, I mean… permanently? Or…" This has the same energy as answering "In general?" to the question of "Haven't seen a dog, have you?"... Those idiots^^

JON: "But we could leave here, you and me. Escape." Eeek <3

JON: (squawk) "Uh, I, I don’t know. I don’t – know. But… maybe it’s worth it? The risk – y-you and me, together, getting out of here –" [MARTIN SNIFFS.] JON: "– one way or another." MARTIN: "Jon." Double Eeeek <3

So what's going on here has a name, URST or UST. It stands for UnResolved Sexual Tension, although I don't like that term cause it's just as well used for unresolved romantic tension. Especially when we're talking about a couple with an ace character, or when it's used in a show for minors about minors (Miraculous is a textbook example). So basically it's a trope to keep suspense going on by having all kinds of obstacles to keep the love interests from actually getting together, usually also having them pine after each other over and over again + once in a while giving them a scene in which it looks like they finally get somewhere. Full disclosure: I'm a sucker for that trope. I loved that in Inu Yasha, I love this in Miraculous (although it's getting a bit destroyed by all the What-if-episodes with a subsequent time reset or memory wipe) and of course I love it in TMA.

JON: "I mean, whatever their plan is for me, I am damn sure that doing that isn’t it. I’d derail everything – we could derail everything, and then just – leave!" Time travel fix-it for TMA is extremely difficult because you basically have these powerful forces which had it all planned out. I think there are actually two points in TMA where it could really take a very different turn. One of them is here. If Jon blinds himself, he won't belong to the Eye anymore and can't complete the ritual. And given what Annabelle says in MAG 197 it sounds like Jon will even survive being cut off from the Eye. (There’s of course still the problem of just going ahead with a new Archivist, so it’s only a temporary resolve...)

MARTIN: "Nothing; It’s just – (one more laugh) It’s just ironic, that’s all." That's totally in the sense of "At any time before taking Peter's deal I would have run away with you in a heartbeat. But back then you never came to me and now when you do it's me who won't do it"-ironic, right?

@a-mag-a-day

[desultory-novice]

I like the shifting gold veins. Its like his splintered body is ever-shifting, barely holding itself together. Great contrast to a more static Clockwork Mags.

...! I like that, actually! Let's go with that!

You're right about the parallels/contrast with Clockwork Mags too. Didn't even think of that when drawing them but it's clever!

Speaking of, their friendship dynamics have swapped sides too...

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Mechalor still loves to shock people without remorse. (Sometimes literally "shock.") And he lies, like, all the time. "KIRBY, DID YOU KNOW... <tells blatant falsehood with a straight face>?" types.

Marx...doesn't really like to mess with people that much anymore. He finally knows what it feels like to hurt and be hurt and it turns out, that's not fun at all. That and, at least from Marx's perspective, his Master Crown scars defeat the "harmless, innocent" facade he used to use to get away with everything. (No one actually minds them, mind you, but to him, it ruined a part of his gimmick.)

As a result, he's now the one who puts a damper on Magolor's unending stream of hijinks and bad ideas.

Mechalor finds this change in his friend a little dull ("WE HAD SO MANY PLANS. WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?") but he keeps up his reationship with Marx despite their new differences because...

...Marx was the only one who knew him really well before the Nova incident. Unlike the apologetic Main Game Magolor, Mechalor has failed in his attempts to make a serious apology/gain real friends. (Kirby cares about literally everyone, but Mechalor can't seem to bond with Taranza or Susie or Bandee or the others...) When they're all together, he's treated somewhat like "the annoying team robot that no one can turn off." (even though he's more like a cyborg.)

To his surprise, this doesn't actually bother him! But that's because he seems to be losing touch with his humanity. That Marx is the only one who insists on calling him Mags/Magolor despite Mechalor's attempts to get him to stop pulls a wire in Mechalor's clockwork heart that he just can't bare to cut loose. So lets himself share with Marx the kinds of thoughts he's...not sure how to tell anyone else. 

(Meanwhile, Marx, when he's not resting off the pain, talks to him about this new dream he's got to se up The Grand Marx Circus.)

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As for their status as a potential couple in this AU, they probably were boyfriends - in the past. They're something else now that they can't quite figure out. To Mechalor relationships are very "???." He can't even process how he might be Marx's boyfriend again like this. (But that's just part of the whole "losing himself" up above.) Marx also knows they can't just "go back to before" but he can't forget and will still come up with reasons to nuzzle up to Magolor.

[callsign-magnolia]

for the made-up fic title

'All Alone With You'

🫶

So I actually had 2 ideas for this! One if fluff, one is angst!

Fluff (This could be seen as Mags & Rooster): Being in my husband's arms was the most peaceful feeling in the world to me. We came home from work and immediately showered together before curling up on the couch. "We work together, and I feel like I've barely seen you today." Bradley said as his nose rubbed mine. One of his large hands played with my hair as the other rubbed my side. My own hands rested on his neck and rubbed his bare back. "Every time I came to see you, there was someone in your office." I said, pouting slightly. He chuckled, kissing me softly before resting his forehead on mine. "And every time I came to your office, you were gone. But that's okay, because it's Friday night and I have you all to myself." He said before pulling me impossibly closer, the scent of his skin invading my senses and giving me a sense of peace I knew I'd never get anywhere else.

Angst below the cut!

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Angst (Potential epilogue for In The Dark Of The Night): "Well, I guess it's time we get going." Luke said as he stood from the couch with his wife, Maria. "Well, it was good to have you over, man. We'll have to get together again sometime." Bradley said as he stood, shaking his hand. "Definitely, we're actually doing a barbecue next weekend. You two should come by." He said, pointing between Rooster and I. "We will." With that, we walked them to the door and said our final goodbyes before they walked out, me locking the door behind them. "Dinner was great, baby." Bradley said, pulling me close and kissing the side of my head. "Thank you, I'm glad you liked it." I said. We both walked into the dining room, grabbing plates and dishes to wash. Once the dining room was clean and I finished the dishes, Bradley came back in, turning me around and pulling me close. Disgust ran up my spine as he pulled me against his bare torso, his erection pressing against my lower stomach through his gray sweatpants. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around his neck, if only to keep him from getting angry. His own hands roamed my back and my butt over my jeans. He groaned, burying his face in my neck. "Finally, I have you all to myself." He whispered, his lips pressing against my neck just under my ear. I gasped in response, and it took everything in me to keep from shivering in revulsion. If only I had seen some signs, maybe, just maybe Jake and Natasha would be alive and I wouldn't be here. "I love you, baby." He whispered to me. I stayed quiet for a minute as tears fell from my eyes. "I love you too, honey."