#sorry this is sort of heavy

[littlemisstired]

you dont really understand how fragile purely internet friendship is until one of your closest friends, who you've cried with, commiserated with, and had hours-long conversations into the night with, just suddenly stops replying out of the blue. nothing happened to your knowledge, your last conversation was the same as always. they just simply vanished without a word and you're left wondering for the rest of your life what happened.

[ohdearlingwhathappened]

A Pair Made in the Pits

TFP Megatron x Reader

Summary: A soulmate au where near everyone has the first thing their soulmate says to them marked into their wrist. What a shame Y/n's is in some unknown language. Living with this for 7.5 years, she decides to settle down in Jasper, Nevada, not knowing that being the teacher in charge of the exchange student's overall academics and wellbeing in the school would lead her to being involved with giant robots and finding her soulmate in an unconventional method.

A/n: Sorry for the long summary! This is my first published transformers fic, so please be kind. If there are any inaccuracies, feel free to message me. I hope you enjoy my story!

WC: 2099

Chapter 1: Falling Behind Pt. 1

Chap 2, Chap 3

“Miko! Miko Nakadai!” The woman briskly walks down the hall, after the young exchange student who looked back and groaned in annoyance.

“I know. I know.” As the woman comes to a stop, Miko waves her off, “My grades need work. I need to pay attention in class. I can’t keep drawing on the desks. Can I go now?”

“Very funny, young lady-”

“You’re only ten years older than me- stop calling me that.” She crosses her arms and looks away.

“Miko, you know you were supposed to come by the office to pick up some papers for your host parents.” The woman places a hand on her hip, and raises a brow expectantly, “Any reason for you to skip out on me?”

“There’s a bike.”

“A… bike.”

“Outside!” She rolls her eyes again, throwing her arms up in exasperation. “I saw it from my last class, and I wanted to draw it. It’s gonna be gone if I go to the office and get the papers. You know the desk lady talks for, like, a million years.”

“Mrs. Albert does have a penchant for talking… tell you what- why don’t you go sit on the stairs of the school and draw that bike. I’ll grab the papers and bring them out to you. Just promise to stay on the entrance stairs. Ok?” 

The girl whoops and breaks out into a run, excited to be let off the hook of being subject to Mrs. Albert’s stories of her childhood. “Thank you, Y/n!!”

Y/n shakes her head, a soft smile on her lips as she watches after the Japanese girl then makes her way to the office, silently knowing she’ll now be listening to one of the aforementioned talks. The woman was sweet but goodness, she needs to join a bookclub, or something. 

“Ah. Y/n, dear! I thought Miko was supposed to be collecting these?” 

There, sitting behind the desk, is Mrs. Albert, smiling as brightly as the sun. Her curly gray hair frames her rounded, wrinkled face- giving her the vibe of a grandmother who is about to offer you either butterscotch or one of those little red candies wrapped in those strawberry wrappers. The older woman was just as sweet as she appeared, which made Y/n feel the slightest bit guilty when she would dread one of the long-winded stories, Mrs. Albert never fails to tell.

“Hello Mrs. Albert. I let Miko go off to draw something she saw outside. She was too excited to say no, I’m afraid.” Y/n gave an airy but clipped laugh. “I told her I would bring her the papers for her host parents.”

“You’re too easy on that girl.” Mrs. Albert teasingly chastises, “Though, I guess I can’t blame you. That girl is the first exchange student you’re in charge of, it’s no wonder you’re so lenient with her. It reminds me of how I treated my baby, Samuel. Did I ever tell you about Sammy? He was such a delightful boy. He was heartbroken when he never got his quote…” She teeters off, the solemn look now on her face doesn’t suit her. Y/n had heard this story before, but it isn’t often that it comes up, nor is it often for ‘Sammy’ to be brought up at all. Not that it isn’t understandable as to why.

Quotes- a subject Y/n always loathes hearing about. 

The thing about everyone’s quotes is that they link people to each other- your other half, according to many. Most people receive their quotes sometime at 18 years old, a few will get them younger, and even fewer never get them at all. Many times, if a person does not receive their quote, they don’t live for much longer- whether it be due to the societal pressures that they failed to meet, due to no fault of their own; or they have some kind of accident. Long story short, if you don’t get your mark by your 19th birthday, you spend the rest of that year mourning and wondering what will become of you. Not to say everyone without a quote dies, but they are a particularly rare find, that’s for sure.

On top of that source of dread, each quote comes in the native language of wherever your partner is from, so once people get their quote, they are either thrilled and/or they hit the books to understand their other half’s language. Meaning that with the gibberish printed on Y/n’s arm, she’s cursed with the unknown regarding some so-called soulmate. 

“I’m sorry, dear. I shouldn’t mention quotes. I know you don’t like talking about them.” Mrs. Albert looks at her, a level of pity swimming in those big, brown eyes behind those glasses she adorns. She pats Y/n’s hand comfortingly, looking at the long sleeves she wears, even in the midst of September in the middle of Jasper, Nevada.

“Don’t worry about it, Mrs. Albert. I’ve been living with my quote for about 7 and a half years now. I’m ok.” Y/n smiles, knowing she didn’t mean any harm. “...About those papers?”

“Oh! Oh, yes. Let me grab those for you, dear.” She jumps up and walks over to one of her filing cabinets and quickly snags one of the multiple files out and hands it over. How she keeps track of where all of those papers are is baffling, but Y/n supposes the years of practice have definitely helped. “Here you are.”

“Thank you.” Y/n keeps up her smile and nods at the older woman. “You have a great rest of your afternoon, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Have a good night, Y/n. And be careful- I’ve heard that those street racers have been causing more trouble recently.” She calls out as the young woman leaves the office.

“I will!”

As she closes the door to the office, the smile on Y/n’s face slowly fades and she takes a deep breath, trying to brush off the snaring emotions surrounding her quote. After another breath, the woman rights herself and begins making her way down the hall, Y/n sifting through the papers in the manila folder, ensuring all of the papers are there. Her progress report and reviews from her teachers didn’t spell out anything good even so early into the year. All subjects but art, music, and english were less than adequate.

I’m going to have to talk to her about her grades again. 

“Alright, Miko, I have your papers fo- Miko?” Exiting the front doors, Y/n looks around for her student, only to find her running off down the sidewalk. “Miko!” She takes off after her, cursing herself for not working out more. 

This girl is gonna kill me.

Miko finally stops to peek around a corner, and the woman slows to a stop and leans against her own knees, heavy breathing covering up any sounds around her. After a moment of steadying her breath, she looks to the girl on her left, irritated, “Miko, I told you to stay on-”

“Shhh!!”

“You did not just shush me, young lady.” Miko gestures to whatever is so important that she ran over for, revealing a giant robot and a boy. A very familiar boy. “Jack Darby! You get away from that thing this instant!” Y/n yells, making both the teen and robot jump and look to her and Miko’s direction. She runs up to the boy, looking him over for any possible injuries, and pulls him behind her next to Miko.

“What?! He should totally go with!” Miko looks at Y/n, who keeps her eyes on the visibly bothered robot, like she’s crazy, and argues that he should do the opposite.

“Absolutely not! We don’t know what that thing even is!”

“Scrap.” The blue robot looks to Jack and then to the other two, standing up from her previously kneeling position when she had been speaking with the teenage boy, her tone obviously exasperated, “I have to bring all of you with me.”

“Excuse me? I am not going anywhere, and neither are these children. You wanna abduct someone for whatever wacky robot thing you have going on? You leave these children out of it.” Y/n crosses her arms, looking up at the blue and pink being before her, not willing to step down- much to the distaste of said robot.

“I don’t have time for this-” The bot raised her hand to the side of her head with quite possibly one of the most bothered expressions Y/n had ever seen on a human or anything else. “Bee, you need to come back… the kid is fine, but we’ve run into a couple of issues.”

“Did you not hear me? You can’t just-”

“Oh, I heard you, but I can and I will.” Apparently done with what Y/n can only assume was some kind of phone call- that or this was not only a giant robot but a crazy one at that. “I have orders and you’re now part of those orders because you were nosy.”

“We’ll act like we never saw you, not that anyone in their right mind would believe any of us if we told them we saw a giant robot lady that wanted to- what? Take us to some government facility and lock us away because of seeing whatever kind of prototype you are?” Y/n argues back, left hand on her hip and her right pointing up at the mech accusingly, to which the mechanical woman’s jaw falls agape before screwing up, insulted.

“We weren’t made by humans, and you are wasting my time. I have better things to do rather than argue with some woman who’s putting a hitch in today’s plans.”

“Oh, well I’m so-”

A yellow Urbana 500 with black racing stripes drives up behind Miko and Y/n and revs the engine, making the woman jump and the teen whirl around, excited to see yet another possible robot. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, Y/n weighs her options. If she tries to take the children with her, it is possible these robots, while they may not have shown any aggressive or violent responses, it couldn’t be confirmed that they wouldn’t, if there was any opposition. The safest option was, unfortunately, to go with the kids and keep them as safe as possible. No matter how much she didn’t like this. 

“Ok… alright.” Another deep breath in and out. The kids are what’s important right now. “We’ll come with you, but these kids stay as safe as possible.”

“That was the plan.” The dead tone rings through the alleyway, continuing to irk the only other adult present, but before Y/n could say anything, the metal woman transformed into a motorcycle, having Jack move around her, reluctantly getting on and Miko enthusiastically hops on with absolutely no hesitation. “Get in Bee, and we’ll meet you back at base.”

And then they were gone, leaving Y/n frustrated and clenching her fists with the other vehicle behind her, probably another transforming thing- hopefully with less attitude. Grumbling about the behavior of not only the bot, but the reckless behavior of the children as well, she turns around and awkwardly half-smiles at the yellow and black car- all of the frustration draining out of her.

“I don’t suppose there’s a person in there whose, like, codename is Bee, is there?” The bright lights of the car flick on and off a couple of times before the right side backdoor opens, confirming her fear. Letting out a quiet groan, Y/n walks to the awkward door, hoping there is a human ‘at base’ to help explain what the hell is going on. Getting in, she looks at the empty driver’s seat, then notices hair sticking ever so slightly above the passenger seat. “Oh, thank god. Another person. What is going- How many children exactly are you lot abducting?!”

A series of beeping, whirring, and whistling is the only response Y/n receives from the car’s radio as said child shyly smiles up at her. “Hello. Bee says we aren’t being taken, but someone named Optimus needs to see us after what happened yesterday.”

A moment’s pause settles over the car before Y/n leans back in her seat, rubbing her hands across her face, the car finally beginning to move and quickly pick up speed, “What exactly happened yesterday?”

“Um…”

I would much rather be listening to one of Mrs. Albert’s stories right now.

[canisalbus]

Y’know, I’ve seen your characters as just these happy gay dogs in love so often, *that I forget there’s actually like. Traumatic backstory to them.*

Like “oh, look at these two wonderful lads, I m sure nothing bad has ever happened-“ AND THEN I REMEMBER

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[mcytegg]

OKAY WAIT i am watching hannah's vod and she was the one who broke up w leo omg. she was the first to say that after he died and came back, theyre not teammates anymore. she also aired their relationship issues out by scolding leo and expressing how upset he made her in getting himself banned in front of multiple people who kinda just walked away ToT

[fluffypotatey]

fingers slipped, wrote something, bone apple teeth :3

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For the first year, Odysseus did his best to stay away from Calypso. The goddess did not make it easy, always eager to find him like they were playing some game (and maybe they truly were because where else could Odysseus go that her power could not touch). She would giggle and playfully lecture him on his etiquette in avoiding his lover.

“I’m married.”

“You mortals and your silly fixed brains.” She would pat him on the head before hugging him. “It’s only you and me on this island. What does a flimsy marriage from out there mean here?”

He wondered if Zeus had the same mindset.

At year three, Odysseus had scoured the whole island and traversed the beaches plenty. Calypso continued to find his evasiveness endearing, but there will be a time when his need to leave her comfy, perfect paradise will displease her. Or offend her. Odysseus would rather be on the other side of the sea than know what she’d do if her delusion finally broke.

She still believed that Odysseus will warm up to her. And were Odysseus not in this situation, maybe he would find her patience admirable. Or maybe not. Maybe it would still fill him up with dread and exhaustion.

Year five, Calypso no longer allows Odysseus to venture off towards the beaches. Her paranoia finally catching up with her. She then has Odysseus braid her hair to spend the time instead.

“Is this not a beautiful place? Paradise packed in a little island for two?” She hums and stretches her legs in front of her. His hands working slow and carefully for each braid. She drinks this moment in for all it’s worth.

“Paradise is not supposed to be limited.”

Calypso huffs. “Must you always be a downer? Take in the island’s beauty!” Take in mine! “See the perfection in it all that is missing from the rest of the world.”

“Perfection is not a missing flaw out there.” His hands move to another braid. “We all have something different to share and explore. We are imperfect because we are not yet done learning and changing.”

“But does it not exhaust you? Always needing to learn? To change? To catch up with what is new? You get to finally rest from it all here. Your exhaustion can leave and you can seek refuge here.”

“Do you not miss it?”

Calypso looks away from her hands. “Miss what?”

“Do you not miss what it was like to travel? To see new sights? Not be trapped here and alone?”

“I am not alone. You are here with me.”

“Are you not also trapped here. Forever on this island?”

Calypso did not like the direction this conversation was going. Odysseus had no idea what he was talking about! Nobody here was trapped! This is paradise. This will be paradise. It has become a safe haven ever since he—

“I like this island,” she says instead. “And now you are here and I like it more.”

At year seven, Odysseus tries to jump off one of the cliffs of the island. At year seven, Calypso notices the now obvious flinches he makes when she touches him. At year seven, Calypso does not stop Odysseus from leaving her vicinity to venture back to the beaches.

At year seven, Calypso is greeted by Hermes. At year seven, Calypso is told to let him go.

now posted on ao3

[parola-di-winx]

the relationship i have w these two daughters of mine completely changed in the making of this. i hope they fail school & get expelled. anyway here's their enchantix. i never wanna look at them again

[hiemaldesirae]

(claws my way out of my grave) hai... oc dump time. one of these days i will work up the courage to reintegrate myself into the tumblr ecosystem (hi..... guys.....) but for now .......... my homunculi

(to be clear the first 4 are all guys and the last 3 are all girls)

+ extra two characters (acis and ephies siblings)

and ++: sort of inaccurate height chart (ephie and ira shouldnt be That tall because voraci is 5'9 which would make ephie like 7'10) but it helps me visualize them a bit better

[ghostsprobably]

all i want to do is work on my winx stuff

but fuck

i forgot i have depression

[animangalover-writes]

Time for another dream i had, this time about zutara.

This one is a lot shorter, but essentially I had a dream where kataras whole family(which seemed to have more members then in the show) all live in the fire nation, hiding the fact that they're water tribe(rather, they were water tribe).

Katara is in some sort of relationship with zuko. It's unclear if she's his wife, his girlfriend, or his mistress, but its not hidden. People know about her and her relationship with him.

(Putting the rest under a cut so I don't clog up the feed lol)

If she was his mistress it's kinda held in that way that kings had other women they'd sleep with along with their queen and it was just an accepted, albeit kinda shitty, thing to do.

Anyway, katara is also pregnant, which was kind of an underlying "plot point" and would return home to her family every day to check on them.

It's revealed here that katara is basically the only reason her family is doing pretty well for themselves. Her relationship with zuko means that they have enough to get by. It's also noted that her whole family(katara, sokka, their dad, their grandma, and some made up new family members) all live in one house. So its clear they're still kind of struggling.

It's also revealed, through a conversation with her grandma, that the only otehr reason katara is with zuko, is because it was part of a bigger plan. She and her family are part of a resistance against the fire nation, and when they realized zuko liked katara, wanted her to infiltrate and pretend to be in love with him.

The plan had clearly gone on longer then anticipated, for whatever reason, and katara is conflicted because she actually does have feelings for him now, not fo mention she's pregnant with his child.

There's a "scene" either at the beginning or after this reveal that shows zuko in a meeting with other fire nation officials, including his father and sister, and that either he was against one of their plans but is ignored or his plan gets shut down(I don't remember which). Katara always sits in on these meetings with him, and afterwards, as everyone is getting up to leave, she leans her forehead against his and whispers that everything will be alright. This is why we can tell she truly does care about him, to some degree. But it's also a moment showing potential manipulation, like shes pretending to care. It's supposed to be a little of both, she needs him to trust her but she does still love him.

After all of this, we cut to a scene in a forest/swamp. This part is kind of blurry in my head, but basically, it's a secret meeting. Katara is dressed similarly to the painted lady, her and a few other resistance members, including Sokka, Suki, and Hakoda, are planning an ambush on Zuko and his family, who are supposed to travel down a path nearby. Katara is a key part of this plan, as she's the only waterbender, and she knows this. She nods along to everything regarding the plan and she goes over important points herself as well. But as everyone else continues talking, katara is having doubts. She loves Zuko. She's about to have his child. She cares for him. But she needs to free the world from the fire nations clutches as well. She doesn't want to kill Zuko, but she has to in order to help others. She's hesitating.

They continue with the plan anyway, and through the foliage that katara and the others are hiding in, we see a carriage making its way down the path. Zuko and his family(or at least his father) are in there.

Everyone is getting ready to fight, to jump out and attack. We see a close up shot of Katara, conflicted. She's still not sure if she can go through with this, if she can kill Zuko.

And then I woke up.

[h-didanart]

Hey guys, remember that trio of Bloodmoons I made some time ago that were alternate versions of my three main guys that lost their twins? Yeah well I thought their timelines through a little

This post will be dedicated to Alternate Harvest Crescent Celestial (I have yet to come up with a nickname for them (or any of the three really))

The main physical differences with the canon one are the pins//daggers in her hat’s fluff, the scratched up skirt (which is the same style as Hunter’s was), the boots, the bandages along her right arm, and the scratched off paint under her left eye.

Unlike the other two (three if Original//Lone! Is counted), Harvest actually saw her twin die. She often wishes she hadn’t.

Due to Queso being the one around them the most, Harvest gets extremely attached to him, which leaves her a bit conflicted because Queso needs to apologize for how he treated both of the twins, being their creator and all, and Harvest is aware that he changed and all, but, well, trust is a hard thing to build for them. Still, even with a noticeable lack of trust, Harvest is extremely overprotective over their brother, and whole family really, she will threaten, stalk, cling onto, anything to make sure they are all safe. And no, she does not show this level of care towards themselves.

As for being in the vicinity of their canon selves…

They immediately cling onto Hunter, naturally. She’s aware this isn’t her sibling, but that is not going to stop her from being right next to them 24/7 to make sure they are safe.

Hunter doesn’t like that, he doesn’t like Alternate Harvest much really, in fact they kinda freak him out, but they just won’t leave him alone!

Canon Harvest is freaked out by them too, and straight up snatches her twin away from them. A bit of a confrontation ensues.

And in comes an aspect that for the moment only two of these Bloodmoons have, a parallel.

Having gone through what they did, Alt Harvest is overly cautious and paranoid over everything, a thing that’s really not good, at least in most situations. And while Harvest and Hunter are, understandably, not taking her seriously, there’ll come a moment in their future where they’ll face a similar situation. And only they can affect who gets out of that alive.

Incoming writing, tw for character death and injuries.

And this part should’ve gone up there in the ‘right after the twin’s death’ section however I wanted to be fair to anyone who’d just want angsty lore and not pure concentrated angst. So, I present to you, 27th of October 2023…

They both had been fighting. After months of being static, months of being apart, their first physical contact was fighting. And not a friendly fight, no. This was bloodshed.

Hunter was clearly not in control, that rabid glitch he had developed having taken over him for the most part. And Harvest was struggling, her balance and concentration had been affected by a glitch of her own, same one which dulled her emotions.

She could’ve pinned him down eventually, trapped him using the place’s rubble and cables, stalled long enough so KC and the others could break the door down. They weren’t able to.

The floor gave out.

Why did they have to choose to teleport him right over the sinkhole?

No matter, Harvest was able to hold onto the ledge and hold onto their brother as well. And he held on too, still attacking her, and biting, and scratching, but that was fine, she’d deal with that later.

Even when they felt their grip to the ledge shake, they didn’t once think they wouldn’t make it. Even as they felt their arm being torn bit by bit, they still wanted to think there was a way out of this. And really, if they did fall they’d fall together, so that was also fine. For Harvest.

Hunter had a different view. But with the glitch taking over them they couldn’t exactly voice it out, nor could Harvest get it. They knew they were going to fall, and they knew there was one thing they could do about it. If he could just take control for a second…

It had been bad luck really.

The glitch getting so bad, the floor crumbling, them being ripped apart from one another in the first place…

It wasn’t fair.

It wasn’t fair they had been separated. It wasn’t fair they had to fight. It wasn’t fair she saw the small smile as he let go.

It wasn’t fair.

He never was reunited with his true family, he never fixed the damaged bridges between them all.

And it’s not fair.

And as she stares at her living family sleep, claws clutched around a metal pipe, she knows it’s not fair that she was unable to do anything.

She couldn’t save him. And it wasn’t fair.

[ranvwoop]

i try to avoid my acc being Just vntposting . in this world. but man is it going

[pleasedontcareaboutme]

[wings-of-angels]

trying to plan out what pokèmon bruce wayne would have... much to think about

[seithr]

Another day i shall be spending the whole day Out and am thus unable to draw anything. if only you guys knew. I have so many thoughts. I can imagine anything 👉😎

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

the MOST terrifying thing is getting a surprise message from someone you genuinely despise

[o0o0thorn0o0o]

read your tags on your latest post (adorable drawing btw) and congrats on graduating!!!!! hope your break year was relaxing!!

Awww, thank you, dear Anon (I’m really pleased with how it came out, so the compliment is much appreciated by me <3 <3)!

This past year has definitely been… an interesting one to say the least, haha, but the amount of white hairs I started my break with has significantly decreased since; I’m definitely not missing any of the deadlines and studying and all that other jazz that comes with uni life, haha 😮‍💨

My break year was definitely much needed, though, I do think I’ll ultimately be prolonging it—at least a little bit. Been ruminating very much on it, and the conclusion I’ve come to is that I currently feel more and more of an inclination to pursue something creative primarily rather than taking on the structure and pain that comes with academics for a more stable career—for the moment, at least. I ultimately want to try and get a first draft of a manuscript finished first at least and see how I feel about it. 

I can still go back to school if I decide this path’s not ultimately right, though I’m not sure if, when/if I do, it will still be veterinary/medicine-focused. We shall see, we shall see…