#this was never meant to be a multi-part comic

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It will last forever Eternally x

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[zoe-oneesama]

If its okay to ask what exactly is the issue with Chloe's writing in the show for you? The creators have stated multiple times "there will be no redemption, she's rotten to the core and she's gonna stay that way" and it seems like thats what you want from her. So where exactly do they fumble the bag for you?

Mostly the part where they wasted everyone's time.

They tried to play both sides - kept her as nasty and self centered as always and did nothing to change her, but also make multiple episodes where we're meant to feel sorry for her and the heroine is portrayed as In The Wrong for being too harsh on her. It was annoying.

Like, it was just...tonally confusing at the time. It's totally in character for her to "steal" a Miraculous and not give it back when the rightful owner demands it back, being a thief was never outside of Chloe's wheelhouse. So tell me why they had the heroes give her soft woobie eyes and make excuses for her on the grounds of "you just wanted Mommy to look at you" and frame it like that's correct??????

And then, AND THEN, after wasting everyone's goddamn time trying to pretend they were doing something deep with Chloe, they didn't just double down on her being a two-bit one dimensional mean girl and tried to pretend like they didn't devote multiple episodes to convincing the audience she was more than that, but they wrote her to be even more comically evil as if to drive the knife even deeper! You can't help but read into their motivations, it feels like they're doing it to target certain fans specifically. "Oh you liked Chloe and wanted her to be redeemed? What if we ANTI-REDEEMED HER?! And now she's somehow more evil than our abusive magical terrorist! BWAHAHAHA!" Like?????? The Fuck?????

There's a moment in Season 5's "Collusion" where Bustier brings up the gift Chloe got her at the end of "Zombizou", doing this speech about how she recognized that Chloe was just a fragile teenager looking for love and attention (the EXACT THING that Season 2 spent a multi-episode arc trying to convince their audience of) only for Chloe to snap back that Bustier is using her student's feelings to "blackmail" her in that moment and uses this as grounds to get the woman fired.

And I feel like that really encapsulates the frustration I have at specifically the staff behind Miraculous Ladybug when it comes to Chloe.

Here is Chloe mocking Bustier for reading into what happened in "Zombizou" and instead it feels like the viewer is being mocked. Everyone who thought they were going somewhere with Chloe, everyone who bought what they were selling, everyone who's time was fucking wasted, is being laughed at in this moment.

Look, I never bought into Chloe being redeemed, so my personal annoyance was this dilly-dallying through this random side quest that amounted to nothing, which is a constant in this damn show. But, and I know this might be hard for some to believe, I had deep deep sympathy and empathy for fans who really thought and really wanted for the Battle of the Queens Arc to amount to something. I am so, so angry for them, because every season finds a way to not only stab you all in the back but twist the knife.

So yeah, that's my "issue".

[flamingpudding]

Little Snippets #8

A/N: Recently reread an older prompt thread of Danny reincarnating as Tim and remembering his previous life at nine... that inspired this...

Something was different about Tim. They all noticed as they watched the third Robin as he went through the cave like a whirlwind on fire. Collecting small gadgets and trinkets, his laptop and other things before hurrying off with some kind of excuse again. Dick arched an eyebrow and glanced at Bruce. The first Robin felt tempted to as Bruce for help to figure out if something had happened during their last mission.

While near death situation weren't uncommon in their line of work, they never before had affected the young teen the way they have right now. Dick had first thought, the kid had suffered some kind of head trauma considering how disoriented he had been when he first woke up. But this, was ridiculous, it wasn't like Tim was acting all to different from his usual self but.... Dick shock his head. Maybe he was just imaging it. The kid was still the same, tinkering with gadgets and drinking coffee or energy drink in amounts the kid was still way to young to consume the way he does. Maybe the boy hit puberty finally.

In his room Tim dropped everything he had collected from the Batcave into a pile, before quickly grabbing a notepad and scratching out bullet points as well as adding new points. The kid then proceeded to start pacing his room, counting something down with the help of his fingers as he muttered to himself.

"Okay Tim, think... I should have everything I need... I just need to remember the blueprint and then build it. It's not like I never build gadgets of my own. It something I have always done once I got into it... so it will be easy to make it and then..." His muttered continued before he plopped onto the ground, not before grabbing his little multi-tool box. His hand grabbing his notebook once again as he opened it and began scribbling down.

"If I use the parts of the stun gun.... and then the chip set from the bat mini computer.... then use the metal from one of the many batarangs..." Tim mumbled to himself, before coursing as he dropped his pen. His hand going intangible for a brief moment. His eye twitches for a second before he took a deep breath calming down, then picked up his pen again. He really needed to get started on building that Fenton bracelet.

"They just had to knock me hard enough into the head that I would remember my past life...." Tim mutters quietly, annoyed with the goons he had fought during their last mission. He took another deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. Memories that belonged to Danny Fenton flitting across his mind. When Tim had woken up the first time he hand't remembered for a hot second that he was Tim Drake, son of Janet and Jack Drake, ward of Bruce Wayne and third Robin to Batman.

He literally thought he was Danny Fenton waking up in a strange dimension. After his initial panic calmed down Danny, or rather Tim had anaylized his situation and figured out, he was remembering his past life. It made the most sense. At first that was easy to deal with, until Tim one day fell through the floor. Thankfully neither Bruce, Alfred or Dick had noticed that incident. But to Tim, that meant he unlocked his abilities from his past life.

Which how was he going to explain that? 'Oh hey Bruce, I woke up and I don't have a meta gene but I remember my past life and now I have ghost abilities.' Yeah... that would go really well with the paranoid old man. Someone Tim was currently babysitting until that man recovered from his grief.

That brought Tim to his next dilemma. Because he remembered Danny Fenton read comics, while he mostly read comics centered around Martian Manhunter his past self thankfully had a friend that was into Batman and had discussed the comics with him. That was lucky for Tim. Because Tim wasn't stupid, he had seen other kids at school read these kind of books before. So he was aware that he was currently experiencing and living through the plot of one of these reincarnations book.

A part of him was partially sure that he could blame that on some of his ghostly friends from his past life.

Eitherway, thanks to his past life's friend. Tim had knowledge of the future, even if he didn't remember everything. Bad point, he had by now figured out in which timeline he was. Or at least Tim believed he had, which meant he was to late to prevent the fall of the second Robin, but if he calculated right either Damian was going to appear soon or he would be joining the Teen Titans which meant one step closer to going to get attacked by an enraged second Robin coming back. There were targets painted on his back. At least he wasn't at the point at time where he had another insane fruitloop obsessed with him.

Tim groaned. "I swear if this life were a novel it would be called, 'how to survive your siblings rage after awakening to your past life'."

There was a pause in the moment where Tim just let his mind wander. Before sitting straighter and getting to work onto the things he needed to suppress his ghost powers for the moment as well as making plans for the inevitable appearance of his future siblings. He just hoped he remembered the order of events correctly let alone that they were from the timeline he was in, otherwise he would be screwed.

"And that is, if I really only remembered my past life and did not taking over another kids life.... And Ancients... please don't let this be a Joker Jr. timeline...."

[lubotomies]

I Kinda disagree ( no hard feeling tho! I respect your opinion). However, you Hit the nail with the panel format issue, Dont get me wrong, telling an arc in few panels have also been used also in the eddsworld classic era before but it was fun to read cuz they weren't heavily storylin arc ( example : Mystery ) (1/2)

no worries about respect, people are bound to disagree! ^_^ i also love discussing things so heres a little bit of my perspective here (also sorry if this ask was a two-part i think my inbox ate the 2nd part of it)

i feel it would be better for these longer comics to be made into shorts instead of comics. the weekly upload of 4 panel story comics is a nightmare. ive criticised TBATF for the same problem, uploading 4-panel comics in what is meant to be an outrageously long webcomic with lore and a lot of events. theres already a remedy for this because eddsworld HAS done longer comics before, and even if it hadn't its never too late to break the imaginary rules v, not everything, especially longer ideas with dead air in the middle, has to be formatted as a four-panel funny

as for the comic itself

its bound to make fans incredibly impatient knowing the next 5+ weeks are going to be about this particular thing that has very little pay off

it feels worth mentioning the pizza time comic which is another 4 parter which lacked any substance and left a lot of fans incredibly disappointed. if you want to put your ocs into your comics as part of the crew there is nothing wrong with that really but youve got to understand that a lot of people are not going to be interested in the mishaps of oc 1 and oc 2 instead of edd and his friends in a series called Eddsworld

very long and i personally did not find it entertaining at all

the problem is definitely not that theyre multi-parters but rather that theyre not self-contained multi-parters. edd made plenty of multi-part comics! but each of them also work as stand-alones, see:

this style of comics, funnies, originates from news papers - so if you were going to make a multi-part comic you would HAVE to make it funny on its own because its no good to get the paper one week, look at the funnies and the funnies dont even have a joke (or at least not a joke thats funny without the extra context). people need to be able to tune in whenever and still get the joke. the modern multi-parters dont account for that and instead make the next part without consideration as to whether its REALLY funny enough to be made into a comic or not.

the comics are made so you can crack the jokes youd have a hard time putting in the show, either because theyre too short to be animated on their own or because the situation is too specific to be organically put in the show (like the rubber one above). if the comic isnt going to have a joke one week, maybe its better to store that in the idea bank for an actual eddisode!

[tigereyes45]

Chapter 2 is up! I read Marvel's Transformers comic - Warrior's School while writing this and felt very inspired. Preview of the comic is at the end of the chapter and the bottom of this post. This is a MegOptiRatch pre-war slowburn fanfic.

Summary:

Megatronus spends a day away from the colosseum with Ratchet and his friends.

Preview of chapter:

The doors slide open to reveal a very familiar medical assistant waiting on the platform. Megatronus’ optics widen in surprise.

“There you are! I was beginning to wonder if you got on the wrong train.” Ratchet declares as he rests his hands on his hips.

“I can find the way to the Hall of Records on my own.”

“Oh I get it, you don't want me standing here waiting on you.” Ratchet steps back as Megatronus disembarks. “Well too bad, I invited you over so I'm going to make sure you arrive.”

What was he even doing here? He should be training for his next fight not wandering around Iacon city. “This is pointless.”

“No, this is essential socialization time.” Ratchet declares with a motion of his hand. He taps a servo against Megatronus’ chassis. “It’s important that you don’t forget there are ways to communicate with bots other than battling them.”

Megatronus rolls his optics. “I meant traveling together.”

“I don't know,” Ratchet turns his head. Megatronus follows his gaze and allows his optics to catch the myriad of multi-colored buildings glinting under the sun. “I find conversations to be some of the best parts of traveling around Iacon City.”

He lowers his gaze. Ratchet smiles out at the city and bots before them with such ease. If Megatronus did not know better he would assume that Ratchet had seen little of the darkness that hides beneath their society. The gladiator knows better. Ratchet has been coming to the colosseum for many orbital cycles now. He’s seen and treated many bots during his visits. Even when his job only calls for him to treat Megatronus. He could leave, but the medic rarely does. Not without checking on others.

Never flinching at the injuries, or judging the weak that have lost, that is who Ratchet is. Megatronus does not know much about the medic’s past, but a bot who has never struggled could not handle such sights with such dignity and respect.

Ratchet turns on his pede. That large grin still on his face, unwavering.

It’s a short walk to the hall. The guard outside the hall of records is a smaller bot resting in his chair, as bots walk in and out without paying him any mind. Any guard who so much as closed their eyes while on shift at the colosseum would end up as a gladiator faster than they could scream.

There must not be much need for security up here. After all, who would dare to intrude on one of the last prime’s domains?

Ratchet taps his servos against the guard’s window as they past. The other bot sits up straighter, but his optics remain closed. “Afternoon Ratchet.”

“It’s late, Sunstreaker. Might want to get up before Roulette comes by.”

“Yeah, yeah.” The bot waves Ratchet’s wise words off. Megatronus glares at him. If he was too foolish to listen to sound advice, then he deserved whatever came his way. May he end up in the mines. That’ll teach him a lesson.

Ratchet rolls his optics and sets his hands on his sides. “Maybe I’ll call Roulette myself.”

That makes the security bot sit up. “Maybe I’ll make sure one specific medical assistant ends up banned from the hall.” Sunstreaker threatens, now leaning towards the glass, glaring Ratchet down.

Megatronus taps his foot against the floor. Sunstreaker finally raises his head. His optics go wide as he meets Megatronus’ gaze. The gladiator crosses his arms over his chest, and stands a little closer to Ratchet. He was all but outright daring the bot to try and stir up trouble. In fact he’d like to see him try.

Sunstreaker quickly smirks. “Got a bodyguard now Ratchet? What Orion wasn’t entertaining enough for you?”

Megatronus was ready to throw his hand right through the window and grab the bot by his aggravating voice box. He just might have, if they were anywhere near the colosseum. However, his influence may not be enough to get him out of trouble all the way in the center of Iacon’s city.

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(Here's the preview of the inspiring comic page. I was already gonna have the guys head to a party before reading this, and it made me so much more excited to write this chapter after reading it.)

[sanjisluvbot]

ISEKAI BNHA X BLACK FEM READER

Masterlist

Imagine really living in a world with super powers? Going to school to learn all you can about using your quirk to help people. Fighting villains who threaten the peace and false sanctuary of the world.

You spent hours day dreaming about it and reading comic books. That’s how it should stay, imagine living in THIS universe and people had super powers… funny but not funny haha funny absolutely terrifying.

“ You know what I like this Y/N, I feel like you’re really going to make this into something wonderful for the spring news paper ”

“ Thank you Mrs. Montgomery, I think the student body will enjoy a fun story about becoming a super hero or vigilante considering all the new books and movies coming out when this is published.”

She smiled at you and sent you off your way, the school was now partially empty and the creative writing club was spending time after school to put together the first edition of the newspaper.

You had an entire week of Christmas break to write and let your creativity flow free. The snow fell as you made your way home and it gave you a child like joy, so you made a wish.

If there is a high power somewhere in the universe, I want my story to come alive this Christmas so I have something wonderful to publish on the newspaper.

After arriving home and eating dinner you decided to develop your characters. Research was important for making well written characters so you spent the next few hours writing and reading about different powers and superhero’s across the multi verse. You stumbled upon a series that sparked your inspiration like no other.

My Hero Academia

In this series 80% of the world is born with super powers that they call quirks, and they have high schools specifically meant to create future hero’s. The main character reminded you of yourself, born without powers but way more ambitious than anyone else.

Y/N are you coming?

Huh where?

Your eyes opened, when did you fall asleep? I was just watching the newest episode of My Hero and-

“ Y/N are you dressed we’re going to training soon!”

“ Yeah be right there”

Mother sounds weird, and what training is she talking about?

Taking a look around this wasn’t your room at all, it was like you were in a customized hotel suite with everything personalized to your liking. Looking at your clothes you were in some kind of costume as well. You weren’t home and nothing was making sense, was that even your mother calling you just now? You grabbed your phone and headed to the door clasping onto the knob without opening. Voices could be heard outside it sounded like there was a bunch of people in front of your door.

You opened it and were met face to face with the meanest mug. “ Bakugo?”

“ Let’s go you’ve been locked away since last night I was gonna barge in and drag you out myself ”

“ What? ”

“ Are you thick let’s go ” he angrily grabbed your hand and all but dragged you down the hall as the others followed. Everything looked exactly how it did in the show, you were amazed was this some type of Lucid dream?

“ Why do you look like that?”

“ Huh? I look like what”

“ Like you’ve never been here should I get you medicine or something ” Bakugo’s kindness surprised you a great deal be was standoffish even with his friends for the most part.

“ Bakugo why-”

“ Again with Bakugo? What happened to Tsuki?” He whispered turning away from you with a reddened ears.

Oh?

“ Yeah my fault… Tsuki”

When you were all at the training arena it was as if using a quirk was second nature to you. You felt like you were truly super human, like you were finally alive. The second part of training you were paired off into teams, you were paired with Bakugo which gives you the chance to figure out the extent of your relationship.

Walking down the hall together yiu we’re thinking of a way to bring anything up without giving away the fact that you really have no clue what is going on when you noticed him looking over his shoulder every few second.

“ What are you looking at?”

You looked over your shoulder to find no one just the regular UA halls. Turning to him he was starring at you intensely, was he angry? He licked his lips and placed his hands on your hips pulling you close.

Okay now I get it.

“ You looked great earlier, I told you training with me would help. Can I get my promised reward?”

“ Reward?” Your hands felt clammy and your cheeks were hot. What did he want as a reward..

“ yes, a kiss? I missed you yesterday you started acting strange when everyone was watching a movie.”

“ O-oh yeah no don’t worry I’m fine must’ve been a headache Yanno?” He smiled softly and his hands wondered further making you Yelp.

You were now inches apart and your hands glided to his face. You’ve kissed people before but something about these red eyes made you so nervous. You closed your eyes and connected, his lips were so soft why did everything just feel right here.

“ Sorry to interrupt you two but the arena is waiting”

To be continued possibly

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I was inspired by another story I’m working on and I think a regular Isekai to step away from the Yandere for a bit !

[bombdiggity666]

Here Comes Judgement Day Pt.3

A few years ago, I attempted to draw a fan comic to resolve the ambiguous ending of the MTMTE/LL Comic series. I managed to complete one panel, but lost the other three when my computer crashed.

Now, after some time has passed, I feel encouraged to try again. This time, I've written a multi-part story to better guide my comic.

It's worth noting that when I began this project, I was feeling edgy, so it's all based on the song posted below

A Summary:

Megatron faces his impending execution in Garrus 9. As he reflects on his fate, Ultra Magnus grapples with his role as a witness. Through introspection and discussions with Rodimus, Ultra Magnus ultimately decides to attend the execution as Minimus Ambus, embracing his true self and honouring Megatron's last request. Tensions mount as the time draws near, with Rodimus struggling to cope as Megatron's death approaches. WARNING: Major Character Death

"Debts Are Due, It's Time to Pay"

The camera drones felt as if they were venting down his intake. The hovering hum of the drones buzzing around his restrained helm made him dizzy. He tried to focus on the window of the witness viewing room, attempting to see past his own reflection. Council bots and their alien allies had begun to file in once the bells sounded. Their expressions were professionally neutral. Amidst the sea of blue optics, he sensed their excitement at seeing him in this state, well-contained. He looked further, scanning the lower portion of the room for pinpricks of red other than his own, searching for Minimus.

Legally, Ultra Magnus would have the right to attend as a live witness, being his legal representative throughout the trial and sentencing. He had heard rumors that the council had honored this law from the unprofessional murmuring of guards while he awaited execution in his cell. Though it would be a comfort to see Ultra Magnus, Megatron hoped for Minimus Ambus to step up to the glass for a solemn goodbye.

He knew he was punching above his weight in his final request to Minimus. The fact that he had Magnus’s legal representation at all was an undeserved blessing, and he should have left it at that. However, his passing would feel incomplete if he died knowing his friend continued to live hiding behind that blasted mask of Tyrest.

‘Friend,’ he thought, settling his helm back against the berth, pointedly avoiding looking directly into the cameras. He didn’t have many friends left. Never really had many in the first place, not one overly fond of attachments, and it shows with 99.99% of the known galaxy celebrating behind those cameras. He was aware of at least one mech in mourning and he sincerely hoped Rodimus wasn’t watching the live feed. In truth, it was the most prominent reason he avoided looking at the drones. Drift wouldn’t let him, he hoped, but deep down he knew not even he, with all his strength and intimidation, could force Rodimus from doing what Rodimus wanted to do.

He never intended to get the young captain attached; he didn’t think he could. With all that kid's brash ignorance and selfishness, deliberately endangering the crew for the ‘wow’ factor had Megatron certain his processor would implode before he ever respected that bot as an equal. But now, Megatron held Rodimus in higher regard than any Cybertronian alive. ‘The approval from the universe's most hated mech likely wouldn’t get Rodimus far,’ he thought, ‘But it certainly meant a lot too Rodimus’. He wanted to smirk but not in front of his audience, so he keep his emotions in check; the universe could see the slightest change of his spark pulse.

A galactic council orator had moved into view, preparing for his speech to address the witnesses and multitude of gathered drones. He didn’t see Magnus in the stands. He was entering his last kliks now and was struggling to suppress his growing desperation. Evac’s demeanor had become cold and calculating once the cameras began to transmit, removing her comforting servo from his chassis and keeping her optics glued to the medical monitor. He understood her nonpartisan shift, taking no offense to it; she obviously had a reputation to protect. Still, he felt as though he should acknowledge her kindness, before he missed his chance.

“Evac…” his lips barely moving, attempting to be subtle so viewers wouldn’t know he was addressing her. He knew it would be missed with attention on the speaker of the Council. She didn’t respond with words or a touch, but he knew she would be listening. “…Thank you,” he whispered.

As he expected, it was followed by silence. After a moment, he could hear her shuffle slightly, moving from her seated position behind him. Her peds touched the floor and she rounded the corner on his left side, grabbing his wrist and jostling the cable as she began to uncoil it. Her other servo slipped subtly into his. It surprised Megatron, but he kept his optics forward.

"*You are welcome,*" she responded through chirolinguistics. "* I am under oath and cannot remain as a witness. This will be the last time you will see me.*"

Her servo slipped from his quickly as she finished unspooling the wire, handing the loose end off to another bot hidden in the corner. Turning, the medi-bot nodded curtly before making her swift exit. He was alone now, and very aware of the menacing presence lumbering in his neural net. The jack burned his circuits with every movement. Thankfully, there was enough remnants of sedation to take the edge off. But not enough sedation to block out the isolation. His optics drifted back to focus on the window, slowly coming to terms with the fact that Magnus – Minimus- would not be coming. He didn’t feel a sense of betrayal as he thought he might, he only felt cold nothingness and a reminder that no one owed him anything.

“Today we stand together as witnesses of a justice long anticipated by billions. Together, Cybertronians, colony worlds and allies of the galactic council shall close the book on the darkest stain of our past and move towards a brighter future.”

Megatron rolled his optics. They should have let him write his own send-off, lest it actually be memorable.

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“-our past and move towards a brighter future.” The voice of the orator was muffled behind the metal door. Minimus all but hurled himself at it, not caring for the potential interruption it may have caused. He was showing up five kliks late to the most significant event of modern Cybertronian history, and he was showing up naked and bloodied. Reputation be damned to the pits. The door spilled open faster than he had anticipated, stumbling messily into the crowded room of towering mechs, who turned in unison to stare. Bewildered. There was a quick, confused pause from the orator, but with practiced professionalism, he continued with his pretentious sermon.

The confused stares continued as his identity was clearly being questioned. Cowering slightly at the foreign feeling of being looked down upon, he almost felt the need to explain himself.

Almost.

His timid blemished faceplates hardened with resolve, and with a venting huff of vigor, Minimus stood to his full height, marching forward. No one needed to know who he was, the door opened for him, that would be enough. Let the council mechs piece it together in their own time.

“Pardon” He pushed between the legs and drapes of bots who didn’t step out of his way, and he did so without apology, determined to make it to the front.

“Megatron of Tarn, founder of the Decepticon movement, terrorist instigator of the manual class uprising, Warlord of the Cybertronian civil conflict, and genocidal tyrant responsible for the deaths of trillions: cybernetic and organic…”

Minimus could see the window through a forest of legs and armor plating. Panicking, he began to run with helm low and arms bracing, dozing and squeezing his way desperately past bots now. He managed to push through into the front row, stumbling out of the frontlines and jumping up to the window like a sparkling, he pull himself into view. 'I’m here!' he reassured in his head. 'I’m—' He locked optics on Megatron through the window, and his determined expression dropped in an instant as his spark’s adrenaline was replaced with dread.

Time slowed with shock as his optics wandered over Megatron, frame bound and exposed in such vulnerability it made his bruised tank churn in sympathy. Megatron was a mech who let few near him, let alone witness a hint of weakness. The dim lighting of the chamber emphasized his open spark chamber, pectoralis plating removed and casing pried open with what Minimus could only assume were override codes. The low pulsing hum of medical monitors displaying Megatron’s vitals echoed ominously. It was ironic in a way, the mech who broke away from his chains now gets to die in them. Minimus’s spark felt heavy in his chest in solidarity. He hoped Rodimus wasn’t seeing this, it would be too much.

Megatron’s spark was sea-green, like his own, and it pulsed at a steady practiced pace, displaying a disturbing lack of anxiousness for a mech on their deathbed. Megatron was a bravery bot, detrimentally so, but Minimus could tell this was a sedated calmness. The Ex-warlord could hold his composure in intense situations, but never in vulnerable ones. He dragged his optics back to Megatron’s face. He was smiling brightly. Stupidly so, dentae exposed and all. His optics burning with reassurance and deep gratitude. It was contagious, Minimus’s own lips pulled up at the corners but his optics failed to follow suit. How dare he make Megatron comfort him right now.

Time resumed abruptly, and the drone of the speech was only a distant noise in the background.

"—For the atrocities committed under your reign of terror, you have been sentenced to death by the Council and people of Cybertron."

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A disturbance in the witness chamber pulled Megatron back into focus. The slight pause of the oration grabbed his attention as light quickly flashed throughout the room. A door opening? Someone arrived? A ping of hope, he heard his vital monitors speed up slightly.  All the bots looked towards the interruption, looking down. He held in a vent as his audience began to shuffle around, some in slight annoyance as they were seemingly pushed aside by a an unseen figure.

Then suddenly, an all too familiar face burst into in the bottom corner of the viewing window. Red optics pierced sharply, unmistakable green face plating contrasted ocean of blue optic tri-colored mecha surrounding him. His little, comical mustache scrunched at the effort of holding himself in view. Megatron couldn’t control his relief, loosing composure as an uncharacteristic smile split out across worn faceplates.

Minimus Ambus.

They locked optics. Despite his deactivated systems and corrupted senses, Megatron could physically feel Minimus’s shocked horror at the sight. It was not an expression he cared for. ‘It’s okay, Minimus,’ he attempted to project some semblance of soothing reassurance through his stare. But it wasn’t a talent he excelled at. Despite the barriers, it seemed to be communicated. Tension eased slightly from Minimus’s frame as a gentle smile broke out on his lips, optics poorly masking his restrained turmoil. With his optics, Megatron pressed, ‘Don’t mourn for me,’ his smile relaxing to mimic Minimus’s gentle grin. ‘I deserve much, much worse.’

The harsh words of the orator sentencing him to death brought Megatron back to reality. Perhaps smiling through the listing of his charges wasn’t conducive to the image of the ‘changed mech’ he supposedly was, but frag it, it changed nothing now. He would much rather see Minimus smile than save face for the cameras. The cameras…Rodimus.

Megatron shifted his gaze to locate a media drone, twisting his helm to look directly into its lens. Though he hoped Rodimus wasn’t invested in the livestream, he knew better. With a light smirk and a reassuring nod, he saluted to his co-captain—No, his captain. It was an incomplete salute with servos restrained, but he hoped it was the acknowledgment Rodimus needed. A thank you to his friend, as only Primus knows the immense amount of patience and forgiveness Rodimus displayed during their adventures.

“…the appalling nature of your crimes would otherwise revoke the right for last words, lest you use them in martyrdom…” the orator was addressing Megatron directly now, his voice dripping with dramatic menace. “However, with the role you played in the Luna 1 crisis, the orator of your defense swayed the council to generously grant you final words, a privilege which shall be revoked instantly if inappropriate conduct is observed.”

Megatron turned to face the live witnesses. He did not have a planned statement prepared, didn’t think he would need one. He was honestly surprised he was still alive at all. These bots who stood before him wouldn’t care for anything he would have to say, and an apology now would be hollow and meaningless. Why waste his words on a universe no longer listening, only watching, anticipating the next phase? He looked to Minimus. The small bot was still standing in the front row, balancing on the tips of his peds, desperately listening. One of the few bots still listening. One of the only bots left who appreciated his articulate words. He recalled warmly a moment they shared on the Lost Light, during their final toast. He knew exactly what he wanted to say.

“You flare, you flicker, you fade…” He began, voice gentle and laden with finality. He wasn’t addressing the masses. No, this was a personal conversation.

Tears welled up in Minimus’s optics, yet he kept his smile firm as he began to mouth the words alongside Megatron, placing a small servo on the screen of the viewing window and resting his chin on the sill. “Till all your tomorrows become yesterdays…” Megatron’s optics were unwavering, though he did catch the movement in the corner of the room. An unknown medical bot stepped into view, working on the monitor he was connected to. A command code shot past his corrupted firewall, startling him with a hitch of his vents. Suddenly exhausted, he realized he was going into stasis. He wasn’t finished yet!

“Do not yield to broken ways,…” He jolted, shaking his helm, fighting. "That seek to bind us, keep us slaves…"

Minimus’s eyes widened. It was another poem, one famously chanted throughout the streets of all major cities prior to the Deception insurrection. A verse shared by many, which became famously intertwined in both ideologies as the war developed. It was released anonymously, originating from the underground fighting pits of Kaon. Or at least it was thought. It seems that Megatron published anonymous works in several lower caste languages and cities to throw the senate off his scent.

“Till battles are won, till tyrants fall-“ His optics were going offline; he couldn’t control them any longer, but he kept them focused on Minimus as they faded, green faceplates blurring, grey waning in the peripheral. He could feel his intake slowing, slurring. He wasn’t finished yet! The monitor behind his helm hummed slower and slower as his processor slowed. Thoughts were slowing, staggering. He held on desperately to the words he needed to say.

Minimus grew ever more uncomfortable watching him struggle, but he held fast. He made a promise to not look away until the very end. It was the only comfort he could give. He leaned in closer to the screen, helm touching the glass.

A medic could not administer the kill code. The medibot stepped away from the panel, nodding to a blacked figure to take control. This figure, blurred in Megatron’s peripheral, stepped up quickly. A satisfied smile painted their white faceplates, and the contrast was such that Megatron, with stunning clarity, identified his executioner, even with rapidly fading optics.

Prowl.

He was glad it was Prowl. Megatron knows his death will leave a void in the enforcer. He’ll cope by calling it a sense of satisfaction. A sense of closure. But he will feel nothing. Killing always did that, made you struggle for solace.

“Till…All…” He vented hard to get the words out, fans beginning to stall and hydraulics hissing as they decompressed. He lost his visual feed fully, fighting to keep his helm up and facing Minimus.

“Are-“ His voice was a wheeze of static now, losing all of its bite and intensity as his vocalizer began to seize.

“May the well of sparks be merciful.” Prowl growled mockingly. Impatient as always, he hit the kill button, eyes seething and searing as he attempted to steal Megatron’s lasts word. The medic stepped forward, furiously grabbing his wrist and pulling it back, but it was too late. The code had been sent.

Megatron, as far gone as he was into a stasis shutdown, felt it instantly. The medical port searing on his left wrist caused him to recoil, weakly baring his dentae and interrupting his thought. The malicious code harbored in his subsystems exploded outwards, infecting and forcing the shutdown of the remainder of his systems. His helm fell back to the berth in a breathless gasp. The code burned through his neural network; he could hear the whirling whine down of his systems stalling, vitals failing, fuel pump halting, motor relays shot. The Spark monitor was beeping and droning in concern behind his helm. The sound was moving further and further away; distant now. The code was moving to his spark, and that would be it. He had one more word left, one more word. With all the strength and determined stubbornness he could draw on, for all his worth, he fought, he fought harder than he ever did in the mines, the pits, the war. He had always been fighting for his words, fighting by his words, now, He fought with everything for his last word. For Optimus, for Rodimus, and especially for Minimus…

“…One…” he whispered nearly voicelessly. The code reached his spark, and he let go instantly, ready to rest. Everything went dark. Thoughts. Feelings. Conscious. Quick. Painless…Peaceful.

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The surface of Cybertron was ablaze with thunderous noise and celebration. The magnitude of jumping and prancing in the streets of the great cities shook buildings. Chants, songs, cheers, and whistling filled the air to the near limit of Cybertronian aerospace, registering on satellites and moons. Light shows of fireworks and aerial acrobatics encouraged the excitement and festivities to continue, but not much encouragement was needed. The oil house was no exception, with the cheering so loud and consuming it caused the optical feed to fizzle with the frequency and intensity.

Megatron’s slack faceplates haunted Ratchet more than he cared to admit. He said he wasn’t going to watch, but it was difficult, given the circumstances. It was a clean clinical kill, he rationalized, definitely more than that slag bastard deserved. However, it certainly made it no easier to watch. The monitors continued to display Megatron’s cooled frame like a trophy, and it disappointed the Autobot in the old medic. Bots used to flood to the Koanian pits like this, prancing and cheering over dead mechs. Ratchet shook the thought, no need to stoke his already bitter fire. He had other concerns to manage.

Luckily, the rambunctiousness of the bar distracted from the hunched form of Rodimus at the bar. He was sobbing silently into his servos, his whole body shaking as he struggled to pull in vents. It was grief Ratchet had not seen in a long time, not even when news of Optimus’s death reached Cybertron. He had faith that Rodimus would pull through, that was until Megatron’s smiling goodbye, and now? He wasn’t so sure.

Drift was draped over Rodimus’s frame like a protective blanket, holding him close to his chest. He hummed and shushed soothingly as he rubbed gentle circles down the side of his faceplates like consoling a lost and orphaned sparkling. Ratchet's spark squeezed uncomfortably. He stepped towards them from his shadowy corner of the hall, sensing Drift's need for backup.

Ratchet placed a hand on Rodimus’s shoulder, leaning in slightly to let him know he was there, but he didn’t say anything. There was nothing he could say. Instead, he defaulted to medic mode, monitoring Rodimus’s internal temperature and ventilations. A coping mechanism, a nice little remnant from the war. It wasn’t long before Ratchet felt Drift bury his faceplates into the side his neck, optics offline and expression pinched, EM field flared uncomfortably. The medic realized he wasn’t backup for Rodimus anymore. Extending his other arm around Drift's shoulder, he pulled the two speeders close to his chest, resting his chin on the back of Drift's helm. They held that position for quite some time, unseen and forgotten in the midst of the celebration of the planet.

"Minimus," Ratchet pinged urgently over comms. "Wakes happening now, better get a move on…"

The noise was deafening. It reverberated through his body, rattling his plating, rendering it impossible to think. Luckily, he wasn’t thinking at all. The witness room had erupted in celebration, as if they had reached the end of a countdown to a new cycle. The sound was a muffled roar in his audio receptors, with a piercing ring cutting through his helm. He swore he could hear the chanting and hollering all the way planet-side. Minimus made not a sound. The only thing he could do was stare.

And he continued to stare long after Megatron’s spark went out. He watched as the monitors flatlined, and the little color that marked his frame bled away to a cold grey, duller than living sentio metallico. Despite everything, it was a peaceful way to go. Megatron looked peaceful. Like in recharge. The little medibot from before had returned, removing cables and confirming the time of death for the historical records. He appreciated that it was her; no one else seemed to have an ounce of respect. The sound never died down.

Minimus was broken from his trance as movement from the corner of the execution chamber caught his attention. Prowl stepped into clear view, also staring at Megatron’s cold frame. He was smiling, clapping even, though it seemed hollow. Forced. Minimus knew the only satisfaction Prowl could get would be slitting Megatron’s throat cablings. It brought an ounce of joy to the minibot knowing the rogue enforcer had lost that opportunity.

Prowl turned his helm, staring directly at Minimus and clapping harder. It made his optics harden and cool into something deadly. Despair spiraled into an unprofessional rage as his grip tightened on the window sill. Prowl approached the viewing screen, clapping in a taunting rhythm now, almost in beat with the cheering of the room. The enforcer made it to the glass, bending down to meet Minimus at face level, his clap slowing to a halt as his smile faded into a crooked grin.

"The bells aren't ringing in Tarn, I hear," Prowl teased through the glass.

Minimus reared on his peds, fist raising hard and fast with a shout and bared dentae, rage exploding from his core, restraint weakened from grief. He plowed his bunched servo into the screen of the viewing window with a resounding crack, disrupting the room amidst the festivity as the force fields recalibrated with a hum. Witnesses and aliens stared at Minimus in silent, baffled confusion, but he remained focused on Prowl, his optics burning with fury.

His hit left no trace on the screen, designed to withstand even phase sixers' violence. All it accomplished was drawing attention to himself, exactly what Prowl had wanted. Minimus vented hard, fist still resting on the screen as he glared at Prowl's smiling face—a coward.

"I suggest you run and hide there," Prowl threatened before pressing a button, causing the viewing screen to fade to opaque orange, the Autobot insignia spinning in the middle.

Taking a slow step back, Minimus tried to control his vents, his rage simmering beneath the surface. His tunnel vision faded enough to notice the room's eerie quietness, and he touched his olfactory sensor, feeling it bleed again. Embarrassment washed over him as he realized the room's attention was fixated on him. A comm pinged urgently, a notification from Ratchet indicating things were going poorly on the surface. He was needed elsewhere now. Glancing back at Megatron's frame before remembering he was alone, Minimus raised a servo to his forehead, ducking his helm low as he made a speedy breakaway to the door.

"If you would excuse me," he chimed quickly as he left, the party continuing without interruption.

He sprinted down the corridor of the gallows, noticing the distinct lack of bots and guards. Good for them, it made disappearing easier. He needed to get off this prison, away from these cruel bastards. His friends needed him, and he needed them more than ever. He had no intention of returning to the hab suite, Magnus's armor be damned. However, as he approached the corridor, he saw a bot standing outside his assigned unit's door—waiting. It was a small bot, the medibot attending to Megatron personally in the execution chamber. What was she doing out here? A violation, but Minimus couldn't bring himself to care.

"Excuse me! Sir!" She threw her arms up, not in authority, but in a plea for attention, holding a shining object in one servo. "I know this is inappropriate, but please wait."

Minimus halted, arms raised slightly in a defensive posture. Unsure who to trust, he observed the medibot's flustered state, mirroring his own. She extended the object—a Rodimus star, weathered and battered, but unmistakably Megatron's.

“He waited…I noticed you…He-“ She stumbled over words, undecided on how to explain. “I found it in his Sub-space. He murmured about getting it to his captain…you look like you know”.

 Minimus's defensive stance softened as he stepped forward to accept it, understanding the risk she took to give it to him. It was the only physical object of Megatron’s left. Illegal to have, but sentimental none the lest. Rodimus would be greatly appreciative of the gesture.  

"Thank—" Minimus began, but she hushed and hurried past him, helm low and disappearing down the corridor as if nothing had happened. He understood, clutching the badge tightly to his chest before subs-pacing it before transforming to vehicle mode. It hurt with his dented plating and bruised internals, but he needed off this hellscape now. He needed to get back down to Cybertron, and back down too Rodimus.

[hunkydorkling]

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited -- 🌿how does creating make you feel? - VQT

you made me pull up the only WIP i'm willing to share that's not actively something i'm writing!!! and I know I've talked lengths about it with you at some point so uh yeah so

💌 share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited

this is a Samtory piece I started wayback tailend of 2022, just a few weeks after the S5 drop. it's meant to be the aftermath of Tory's involvement with Silver's Cobra Kai, pre-Sekai Taikai, and at this point Sam has been actively trying to trickle down some Miyagi-Do lore on Tory by actually introducing the OG (dead) sensei himself. Tory on the other hand leans into the spark between her and Sam throughout the night, especially now that they're not fighting (though not exactly friends friends yet, either).

Tory wants her to know that the first time she had ever truly felt love wasn’t from karate, nor being pulled out of what seemed to be perpetual damnation, but from the cemetery. And if she were to clarify: yes, the cemetery, which was (not-so) oddly the place where Tory only ever felt alive alive.  So she waits. It is exactly ten in the evening, and she’s hugging herself, wearing a sweater lined with some specific type of fleece material. She suddenly remembers that it’s terry, but then she swats the thought away before it could metastasize. This particular night weather feels simultaneously comforting and her, in part of the rendezvous and what’s going to happen once they hit the park. It will be the second time she’ll ride in LaRusso’s car; she doesn’t know why this makes her heart race. The least she can remember is that the seats were cushioned, and sitting in it felt too premium enough that her ass could never afford to sit in it again.  Until now, of course. Maybe that’s why she’s jittery.

at some point, I thought about picking this story up as my contribution to the Zombie prompt in CK Halloween '24, but alas, time could never. I also sought this out to be a multi-page comic, and honestly the idea is still festering within me! I'll see if I can build upon the bricks so that a base is formed, but an ending is there, and if it ends up being a multi-parter as I always somehow end up unconsciously doing, then it's there!

🌿how does creating make you feel?

my relationship with Creation in all forms wasn't the smoothest peaks and valleys -- more like a jagged, asymmetric set of teeth -- and it was only until my mid-20s did I sorta piece together that I was tons egotistical about the work I've done (in yearning for Metrics) without doing the damn work. thinking that way unfortunately left me out of many opportunities within the communities I was in, and sometime this year i thought i'd make slight changes to it. things did change for the better too with the milestones i've passed, it's now more of just doing the hard work consistently and making time for things I guess.

ask away here!

[maxmoffs]

ellie yapping about how much she loves wanda again are we surprised . i know I always have a lot of wanda muse , but she’s a bit strong tonight and idk why but we love it . see like for example with wicked , this is why i like to have the open opportunity to build verses and realities ( wink wink ) with her because i get inspired and then SEE HER in that particular world , i love story building and because there’s so many of you it makes me so incredibly inspired and excited to then explore that ( eee! ) so i meant it in my little psa post the other day! PLEASE GIVE WANDA MORE CONNECTIONS , I want to develop her story, character and have close connections , enemies , friends , etc etc .

and also to pls know that even if i have and get excited about the multi a lot , that’s because i also would love a chance to get to write other characters i love just as much , but there’s a reason why i re-ignited wanda back on her own blog , she’s a character I’ve written and been so indulged in + just connect with a lot , like im 26 now and she has just had a place for my dream characters to be able to vision to portray as an actor and then like i also connect with her layers, idk like how to explain how much i do love her but there are many aspects , layers I will always babble about , that’s why i get really so and so with mcu other than the sitch with the casting , the way they literally dulled her voice and being is just meh. like , SHE IS A KNOWN AND ONE OF THE MOST POWERFUL CHARACTER in marvel as a whole , and a lot of her influence is imprinted in almost all the comics , she is a part of a lot of events that happened in the marvel comics + multiple stories and worlds , and that’s why the irony too of her chaos magic being so openly available to them let me place her in a writing perspective to different verses and realms as a NEXUS BEING WITCH is just , ugh *chefs kiss* idk i just love her so much.

but I also would never shut out mcu muses because I know most of you have developed your muses to your own interpretation so I always keep an open door since I know I will do my wanda justice ft yours if u have an mcu muse

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

The Young Justice League

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/cbMTrOI by Kotoyumei In a world where heroes are celebrated as society's protectors, the Justice League stands tall, shielding the powerless from the dangers they cannot face alone. But behind the mask of glory, being a hero is not glamorous—it's sleepless nights, gunshot wounds, and medications meant to numb overwhelming abilities. It's being feared for something beyond your control, hated for powers you never asked for. In a society where the very people you save can call you a monster, heroes find solace only among each other, in the sanctuary of their chosen family. But this reality isn’t reserved just for adults. What about children, those born with powers or brilliance beyond their years, who are forced to learn far too early in life that life is not, in fact, fair. They face the same fear, cruelty, and isolation. Too different to fit in, too exceptional to be understood, they walk a fine line between acceptance and rejection. As the world struggles to accept those too different from them, what becomes of the children who must live in the shadows—too young to be heroes, but far too powerful to live ordinary lives? This is the story of how The Young Justice League was formed. Words: 2186, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of The Shattered Reflection of a Hero Fandoms: Young Justice - All Media Types, Young Justice (Cartoon), Young Justice (Comics), Justice League - All Media Types, Teen Titans - All Media Types, Teen Titans (Animated Series), Teen Titans (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, The Flash - All Media Types, Green Arrow (Comics), The Flash (Comics), Batman (Comics) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Underage Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other Characters: Wally West | Kid Flash, Dick Grayson | Robin, Roy Harper | Speedy, Garth | Aqualad, Bruce Wayne | Batman, Barry Allen | The Flash, Oliver Queen | Green Arrow, Arthur Curry | Aquaman, Diana Prince | Wonder Woman, Hank Hall | Hawk, Don Hall | Dove, Fanny Hall | Falcon, Iris West, Garfield Logan | Beast Boy, Victor Stone | Cyborg, Jason Todd, Other Character Tags to Be Added Relationships: Dick Grayson & Roy Harper & Wally West, Garth & Dick Grayson & Roy Harper & Wally West, Dick Grayson & Wally West, Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent/Lois Lane, Barry Allen/Iris West, Dinah Lance/Oliver Queen, Don Hall & Hank Hall, Wally West & Everyone, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added Additional Tags: Vigilantism, Wally West-centric, Kid Fic, Kid Wally West, Kid Dick Grayson, Good Friend Roy Harper, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Romani Dick Grayson, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Pre-Canon, Canon Rewrite, Out of Character, Coming Out, The Author Regrets Everything, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Additional Warnings Apply, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Why Did I Write This?, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Hurt No Comfort, Angst, Crushes, Secret Identity, Secret Organizations, Young Justice Team as Family, Team as Family, Family Issues, What Have I Done, Character Death, Minor Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Violence, Domestic Violence, Projecting My Trauma Onto The Characters, No Smut, Time Travel read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/cbMTrOI

[f0linasahl0]

you know i have too many thoughts but i can't seem to place them well enough to make a single post.

like i'm just thinking about (multi fandom thoughts god save me):

-dustin and steve's friendship and how genuine it is. same with robin and steve. idk i think steve is just a good guy when around good people.

-thinking about how dustin was wearing rings in a stranger things teaser im literally going to break down

-thinking about how tyler's singing voice changes through each album. like idk how to explain it other than that. it's just good

-thinking about how draco malfoy deserved more than what he got. he deserved a better family. a chance at being an actual kid rather than caring about his family's image

-thinking about spencer reid. just spencer reid. loml

-there's so many songs i'd be so excited to hear on the clancy world tour. so many songs i'd break down to. so many songs that if they skip it i'd actually be heartbroken.

-thinking about how penelope garcia held that fucking team together shut up. she was the glue that held the bau together argue with the wall.

-still thinking about how fucking broken tyler looked through the livestream experience. how clancy was a puppet for the bishops through SAI. imagine how horrifyingly humiliating that would be. a man who tried so hard to fight something like that just to be the poster boy for it.

-still wondering what jenna and debby's roles are. like sure that's not a big thing but i care about it i wanna know where they are in the lore. like even if it's not meant to be something big id like to know

-i think i ended up liking draco malfoy as much as i do is because looking past the little boy who's a bully, look at his family bro. he had no choice in what he could be. his character is more complex than initially thought

-harry potter, as much as he deserved to be, was so whiny some times 💀. ron is just whiny in the later books. like come on you think this kid who's gone through hell wants to keep going through hell for some money?? ronald come on calm your tits and talk to him. just that whole fight in goblet of fire could've been avoided if he just talked to his friend. like you fucking think he wanted that ronald?? calm down.

-there's a few characters that if they die in s5 of stranger things im literally going to break down. specifically dustin, steve, and robin. if they die--dude like absolutely not

-peter parker you deserve the entire world you deserve everything. all the peter parker's in the marvel cinematic universe and marvel comic universe. literally i--UGH

-there's a few twenty one pilots songs that while i listen to them i specifically remember the music video and i think that's really funny. to note, some of them are stressed out, lane boy, somewhat fairly local, house of gold, guns for hands, i just remember the livestream ones for shy away and choker, there's so many but like--there's parts that remind me of the mv

-i don't think i ever hated SAI i just distanced from twenty one pilots in 2021 (which honestly was the worst time for me to do so but here we are) and thinking i disliked SAI was better than turning away from the band that probably saved my life from further depression and instead turning to dumbass minecraft youtubers that ended up just being awful awful people. i hate that. i hate that i was so awestruck by these mcyts that i didn't think about how bad they could've been. SAI is a good album i just never got into it like i am now and that makes me feel so sad. i don't want to be one of those "oh you just came back because the lore said this album was...blah blah blah" like okay thanks for the words and shit i don't really care let me LIVE

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anyway those are some various thoughts. idk what else to put anymore so enjoy this thought dump i guess 🤷

this is what i mean by multifandom i like too many things 💀

[caffeinejournalist23]

Why the World Needed 'Wakanda Forever'

I have seen almost every Marvel movie in theaters on opening weekend.. and I have NEVER cried so hard and I have never felt SO CONNECTED to fellow movie-goers.

!!!! SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!

So before we get into the deep-dive, let's do a quick recap of the smash hit sequel. Also disclaimer: as I am drafting this post, I have only seen Wakanda Forever once on opening night - I will most likely see this again in theaters (and/or I'll definitely re-watch it once it drops on Disney+) so if I'm missing some parts in this first initial review/deep-dive I will revisit it in a later post!

All OG Marvel fans are aware of how meaningful the iconic Marvel Studios comic-film intro can be - and Wakanda Forever uses this at full force; the theatre is heavily quiet as montages of Chadwick roll within the letter formations, and we see what looks like newspaper articles repeating T'chala's name, announcing his death. The deafening silence contrasts the intro that was used to honor the passing of Stan Lee - which opened 'Captain Marvel.' At my theater, no one said a word during the intro, then many clapped respectfully as the sequence concluded. Shuri tries to gauge T'Chala's health status via the suit, and she says to her mother after the funeral "how could I have not detected an illness was killing him" - which alludes directly to Chadwick Boseman's death; he passed from terminal cancer and no one was even aware he had been battling it all these years. In the bird's-eye view of the city during the funeral procession, we see a mural of T'Chala on a tall city wall; it is eerily similar to the mural in [x] honoring George Floyd. The film skips ahead one year. The Queen and Shuri are on an isolated beach to burn their funeral attire - meant to symbolize the end of the grieving period and the need to move on - when Daddy Namore (sorry, Daddy? Sorry - he's so hot) approaches the women from the water and offers a deal - that Wakanda ally itself to Namore's kingdom of [x] against the other countries attempting to steal their vibranium, or they go to war.

This movie is needed by the WORLD on so many levels; for one, this film is fully embracing the privilege and opportunity it serves for representation. A lot of the filming takes place in Haiti and Peurto Rico - nations which tend to be represented poorly and stigmatized as impoverished third-world nations; to quote a TikToker who goes by the name of [x], the shots filmed in Haiti demonstrate beauty and dignity - rather than perpetuating a negative poor image. When I think if Haiti, for a long time the only thing I could think of was that terribly destructive hurricane back when I was in elementary school - I think we might've had a fundraiser/donation drive at school to help aid survivors. I had been taught and primed to think that Haiti was destroyed in that hurricane, and heard no other narrative. The same can be said for Peurto Rico - I'm a film connesiuer and I can't think of a single film that enlightened me about what PR is like; the only thing I know/affiliate PR with (prior to this movie at least) is that it's a good vacation spot - according to a friend who took a spring break there.

This movie also brings a blood-deep taboo conversation to the fore-front; race war. Unfortunately, despite the similarities amongst colonized minority cultures, war and violence are not immune - as a multi-racial person myself, I can attest that race war is not solely reserved to white Americans and Blacks.

[evanescentdawn]

tagged by @kylermalloy <3

ahahaha… my ao3 stats for 2024, as I expected, is:

I posted (1) fic which was for a bigbang lmaooo. also the word count should have -86 words from it since I posted a draft into a collection since I didnt want it to delete.

but the word count hello 😳 4K for a fic!!!! yeah it was multichaptered but like. I kinda meant for that to be one chapter. also funny how in the start I was worried if I was gonna meet the 3K minimum and lolol I went OVER. <333 been rereading this and I really like parts of it… so fun… I should get back to this one day and properly plot it out so I can continue it. XD funny I say this cuz when I posted it it was with the feeling of wow yeah I am never gonna come back to this.

my overall one: (from 2019):

you know what. I know I posted like 144 works which is kind of insane number if you look at it straight but since they were majority small fics I didn’t think my word count would be like that thoughhh. it feels so fjfjfjf seeing the 111, 941 like hello?????

speaking of wips, I have been glancing at my doc today and wow. I really have so many wips, like I knew it, but wow. Also so many fun ideas… I was reread a couple… and they’re so fun (and it’s so nice to look back and it got me all fired up/inspired to write stuff since wow I wrote so much stuff then) …. I need to go back and continue them… it’s such a shame…. Also I love the odd out fandoms I have in there…. But also bad since now I want to reread mangas so I can remember and to continue the wips 😔😔😔 but im already rereading/rewatching stuff I can’t put moreee on plate (I say rereading/rewatching but that’s also inconsistent) also I really want to get back to orv the wips are SO fun and I just miss it but it’s been so long since I read the material I knowww i need to refresh on their characters

but 😭😭😭 it’s fr like 500 smth chapters and every time I tried to reread I couldn’t get pass the prologue/chapter one. my attention spans hates rereading stuff especially novels….. 😔😔😔😔 BUT I HOPE IT GET TO IT… though one of the frustrating things about rereads/rewatches is that I want to have a more active reread/rewatch so I can kind of remember it more I guess and like just cuz that would be fun but honestly… I don’t know how to do that in a way that would … idk what I was gonna say.

like for tg, while I was rereading the first couple chapters I did some redrawing doodles of moments in it…. Mmmmh. and ft I do have this wip of lol comic about a moment in the manga…. I guess I also do a reaction thingy post but also… im kind of sometimes too lazy for stuff like that. 😔 oh well. but at least talking about this has made me more wanting to reread orv….

my most hit work:

This Must Count For Something

JDJFJFKDK as I expected…. but hehehe while I used to lament over how it’s also terribly the longest fic I had I can say with happiness it NO LONGER IS! I don’t know if saying multi chap I posted is longer is cheating but welll… in my defense I kinda wrote in one setting… well not one setting as in one actual setting but yeah. it was meant to be one whole chapter but I broke it up since I thought it worked better that way

anyways im not really surprised at this since lol its a popular shit in orv soooooo. I don’t hate the fic, it was just an impulsive fic that came out of nowhere and ahahahah it’s so funny to read my notes that say the same thing “I REFUSE TO BELIEVE MY LONGEST FIC IS A DOKHYUK FIC THAT I WROTE ON IMPULSE” im beyond amused ahahah.

I would reread this one just to see how it was but i get so much second hand embarrassment when i think of rereading this that i can’t but what i can remember the last I reread it wasn’t bad at all. okay you know what. let’s just reread it. okay it’s actually good. I like it???? it was genuinely fun to read 😭 but I am just increasingly embarrassed by it LOL.

Well I used to be. I think rereading it cured me. HJDKDJDKDJDJDJKDKK??????? funny considering from what I remember last time I reread it and thought it was good then it didn’t cure me of my embarrassment.

okay the longer im reading this im fjdkdkklfkf. the embrassement slightly creeped back up. but overall its a fun fic. also insane premise HFJFKKFKF (I can’t believe the character actually went for it and starting to jerk off right next to the Objection of his crush in the same room. thinking im on my phone. they won’t notice but mostly what gets to me is that they really went for it. how incredibly bold HDJKDKDKDKD. I should make more plots like this it’s so insane it’s great. dhjdjdjd)

(also not me getting shocked at what the character is doing when I wrote it 😭 even when I knew it was coming (lol) as I read it… still insane<3 i think I vaguely remember going djdjfjd as I was writing since I just went where the direction took me….)

my most kudos work:

Happy Birthday, Sunfish

actually happy it’s not the fic above lololol. I think last time I checked (years ago for some tagged game or ask game) it was “must count for something” anyways lololol though wow who would have guessed it’s the same ship. dok//hyuk ahahah. slightlyyyy disappointing that these two are the most hit/kudos fic but eh to be expected.

this one was a like a last min for a bday event… I don’t think I would do it but as it always go. I made it. but I do think that the most hit work being my longest posted for the ship (3000) and my most kudos is the shortest I posted for them (500).

I did like this one 💙 very cute and simple. actually when I went to reread it just now, okay I no longer mind this being my most kudos work. I love it! I love the pov and all the details I included. it’s so<3 and ahahaha I remember the end notes I wrote. maybe one day I will try the sequel fic I kinda wanted to. I do love how I got down their dynamic here too. it’s so<3333

also ahaha it’s reminding me of how much I used to just write characters sleeping. most of my fics were granted to have characters sleeping or end in sleeping. LOL. like it was kind of amazing how my second and third recent fic to posted BOTH end in sleeping. it was sooo funny when I realised it. XD

[the-firebird69]

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And yes the city's reformed by **** . This is a great article he's not saying how long it lasts in the bottle that we know it's like 3 months if it's warm maybe 4 months if it's cold and you don't make it warm and cold. Beer does not last that long it's not really meant to it's a consumable product it's rude to be drunken right away. I know he's talking about is a particular type of plastic that's resistant to breaking down it's actually very nice and it works. They're not the same as soda bottles we had a rough time with that no people drank all those already we have a tough time making the plastic that pure and now we can make it pretty good. There's great reasons to do it it doesn't start fights it doesn't flatten tires and a whole bunch of other things. And they're good at parties and you collect them and you recycle them in their light they don't make all this noise. Mostly they don't leave glass everywhere and I'm tired of that. There's too many of us who are drinkers and then plastic bottles blow into a corner and someone picks them up. We should start a recycling program we won't have any of them on the streets ever everybody's used to doing it and they'd like it they need extra money go grab a bunch of bottles. I might do that. We have some of these but boy am I tired of it it is tiring exhausting and it's kind of a game on recycling the glass is useless the only few things made with it and those are useless so we're going to do this and we're gonna start our morlock brewing company. And part of the Moorlock are mutants they have different ones and there are mutants who are actually mutants who are part of our group kinda and this is true and we have like limited abilities but he wants to start like a superhero line with ours and it would have calypso and other really superstars of ours and we're doing bad things and we should stop we need to but he says it because we could put it on the label and there there's a way to make it adult stuff but we're separated and you have quizzes and you say to this character is wolvesbain arkham Asylum and we get that and we can have him on there appeal the label back just like I'm a poison bottle and it would have a quiz and it would have questions and you can submit the answers online to possibly win some more beer the front of the label might might not be about superheroes but it's really about Morlock and as a giant he's kind of one of us and he was kind of trying to tell us that we know it's true. That's why Mac is stuck here. Being intolerant and it's not right if they were there too this would actually work but we're not doing it and they don't really have their own city areas you might develop it here they might and he says Tampa is probably the place and they sort of get that and it would look like multi races. we are going to have to move out of here we think so and he's gonna be stranded and he's kinda reminding us a lot here's a note to do he's never been in a situation this bad he's really young and you get dragged all over and he's upset and he doesn't want us blowing up the world it would suck worse. These are great ideas because they get people talking and it's about lower and we might have an experience tonight. It's bad timing but if it happens we will immortalize it by doing it if it happened he says we can use because it's an adult beer we can use their alter ego and put it in Dick Tracy style and that's what we say and cover up the factor superheroes in Morlock are yes. And we talk about blockbuster Mac and he has a name other than his stage name and the other one and he's in comics with his alter ego and we can use that and kids won't know. Some might figure it out and they'll read the empty beer bottles. We have to get going on this it's not a bad idea it's a little risky but really this is how it goes this is what we need to get out there and people expect it to be a little weird and it would drop people.

bja

They're doing a lot of stuff like that but your idea of plain clothes and having them hide their identities is good. There's a lot of kit cars they did the Delorean quite a bit they're trying to get it right with a new one now they can't seem to do it they wanna stamp it and they suck at it. They're trying different metals different thicknesses and they're trying to put it into a sandwich mold and vacuum it and they can't seem to get it to work at all they keep sticking together the two forms and they hear make the forms thicker and said the difference in between will never change you can have them in inch stick each and really I recommend like 1/2 inch it's not gonna move or make them out of steel and they started to say OK so they're making a thick one and we have made a thick one and they work you can make the skin like a 3 sixteenths and they said that's pretty good and vacuums in and it works so you just make it with like an inch out of the same material they're going ahead and they're gonna do it and they're thinking to me says you're welcome so it's moving out and we hear that they have progress in some areas they are making chassis and it's based on Brad Germans car. His tickled pink and her son helped design it in Herra and they said that's ridiculous they're making tons of them. And the car is gonna come out and it looks like his and they are having him work on it. There's another thing they're doing they're looking at this Chinese Rev Trike car the T Rex which is not the same as the other one and is really inexpensive and they said we could make this into a super car. It looks exactly like the rickshaw and it's by Tommy F and his people drive all these little weird things around and there's a bunch of them where he is in San Francisco area and he's up north and he's driving all these around and they look kind of weird and very metro and tons of people started buying them and they're all metro clothing and Cassandra called me up and said he said to look it's disgusting it's the most metro area i've ever seen. They're all driving around and their T shirts are all too small and they're torn jeans are too small and they get floods and and dockers it's disgusting there's millions of them. Is that explains the plan of the apes planet of the apes and she says what the hell is that and it's the new one and she's looking and said wow that's where it is and it is doing where a silicon but the car is awesome and we tried to make it better but we can't but we we can make a car out of it and he's saying it has to be a kick car it should have BG work on it so we can have people consult he does it a little and comes out pretty good and we hear it and he kind of threw the E bikes together went over a few things but they're pretty damn good for doing it and we noticed in his a solid very strong that's true and he's wondering right now he's thinking the suspension usually drives upwards you could do like a soft tail that the hardly soft tail has where the suspension is actually underneath it and it would shorten the chain and the chain derailer would tighten instead of tightening on the derailer it would possibly loosen on the D rather which doesn't really make it move so he's gonna think about that it's a huge problem it is a huge and it was better with the chain on the motorcycle now we're talking about these things and we're gonna get help for him we don't want trump interfering and he's really a **** and he's too close and thinks he can do stuff and he's sick right now we have to stop him and yeah you know plans are always evil and he knows it our friend knows it. But really this is helpful so we're gonna publish.

bja

ouit of room no megan merkle

Olympus print now

[ginger-snaps014]

Yes and no. Miguel says that everything went wrong because he interrupted common events…but that’s a lie. Miguel is an unreliable narrator. And is hiding something.

1. His web of Destiny shows being bit by a spider as a cannon event. But Miguel was never bit by a spider. In the comics, he was tricked into taking a super addictive drug by his evil employer, and got spider powers due to corporate sabotage as he tried to treat himself. You might say, “just because it’s in the comics does not mean that is movie Miguel’s backstory.” But the movie hints that they are the same. Unlike the other Spidey people, Miguel has no spider sense. This is shown when renaissance vulture comes at him from behind. We also see him injecting himself, and using the same technology from the books. Also, he is building one of his tech suits from the books in his spider hang out. Note that the movie does not give us the story of him being bitten. The movie goes out of its way to question whether Miguel even counts as a spider person. Miles even says that out loud when the claws come out

2. The world ending interruptions occur on completely different time schedules. Miguel stepping in for his dead variant does not cause the world to collapse for a while. In the India movie scene, it happens instantly. Something else is at play.

3. We are never told what cannon event Miguel stopped. He stepped into a new world. He did not prevent the death of a mentor (his variant did in fact die if he was the mentor), etc. He constantly interacted with the variant’s world, but we are never told how it was changed. If it even was. There was no specific cannon event that was altered. We assume he stopped his daughter from dying, but since when is the death of spidey’s kid a multi universal event? It’s not.

4. Even if he did stop a cannon event (which seems less than likely), he took a single event and made an entire hypothesis on it. Just because my cousin is allergic to peanuts does not mean every person on the planet is. He lacks data. He does not know what caused the world to collapse. There’s are too many potential options for him to know. He is a scientist. He knows he lacks evidence, unless something else is at play.

5. We are shown that the venom movie is in this world. We are shown that an evil symbiote is part of ever spider persons story in the web of destiny scene. But we know in venom world, that is not exactly the case. Cannon is different there. It can vary world by world. Miguel has traveled the multiverse a lot. His story is different than the usual spider story. He knows it can vary place by place

6. We are shown over and over again that the spider verse is part of the same multiverse as the MCU. We know this from the mention of dr. Strange. The white tree image of the multiverse from Loki. The images of prior live action movies which just had a cross over with MCU’s Spider-Man. The rules there say incursions occur due to too much interaction of multidimensional persons. The What If series has necessary points, but never requires that they be the same for all universes. The rules aren’t lining up.

7. Miles is already in the web of destiny with his uncles death. He is meant to be a spider person, despite Miguel’s claim otherwise. If fact miles is more of a spider person than Miguel from his story to his spider sense. And Miguel knows this.

8. Miguel has been to miles world (per his watch), but we never know why. It’s a hint that all is not on the up and up

9. Miguel seems to HATE miles. Deeply. He traveled the multiverse and caused and entire world the die. But hates miles for being in the wrong place at the wrong time and getting bitten? He blames all anomalies on Miles despite knowing what Dr. Strange did? Clearly Miles is not responsible for that. There is more the Miguel hating Miles than him being bitten by someone else’s spider. We should be questioning Miguel’s motivations

In short, Miguel is a liar. He is hiding something. He is may not be evil, but he is not trustworthy.

Some of y'all be forgetting that Miguel genuinely thinks Miles is gonna kill everyone on Earth

Like yeah to us it's "This kid just wants to save his dad"

But to him it's legit "This kid is going to get billions of innocent people killed"

He's not evil. He's not a liar. He isn't intentionally trying to fuck with people or bend them into his will or make them hate Miles

He's a dude who killed A LOT of people on ACCIDENT, and now that he sees it happening in front of him again he's doing everything in his earthly power to stop it from happening again

[crystalmaiden77real]

Which Writer made Starline most competent? Part 2

9: Starline says that the entire planet could collapse from badly warped space-time if Super Sonic failed to do things right, saying that creating and directing his warp portals is supposedly difficult. How? He had no problem creating and directing his portals without being powered up. Wouldn’t he give his Warp Topaz glove a better interface than that? I thought the whole reason Eggman suggested the Warp Topaz was that it’d be a lot easier to generate a portal that way than by relying on Chaos Control. Naturally because it seems like all he has to do to generate one is select the location with a button and raise his hand while Chaos Control would require visualization. 10: Sonic Bad Guys Issue 1: Starline decides to test out the multi-tool heel spurts, because apparently despite calling Eggman sloppy, he didn’t test them out before going here.

11: I don’t know why Starline didn’t use his brainwashing glove to make the warden go to sleep the instant he saw Zavok instead of wasting time talking when we already know what he’s telling us. In hindsight he would’ve woken up even earlier then but maybe the real problem was that he didn’t tell him to “ sleep for a half hour, “ if he could really do that instead of just saying sleep, which he probably could if he could have Rouge kidnap Tails so long after he hypnotizes her later. Even if that makes sense, was it really necessary for him to give the warden his real name? Or nickname, if Starline's not his real name. I suppose overconfidence that he could overcome the consequences is a believable explanation, but he's supposed to be a genius.

12: Starline’s able to try to make a stupid plan with Mimic, and has to be TOLD that it won’t work because they’d see Mimic change into the warden. He’s not that moronic, AGAIN. I know he's panicked now but he should have thought of this in all the time he was making this plan.

13: Bad Guy Comic Issue 2: Starline's plan to get all the bad guys killed only seems smart because they're evil until you remember that most of them would've never plotted against him, with Mimic ONLY being a threat to Whisper and her friends, which means Starline has nothing to gain in this, and NO reason to betray Mimic either way. Eliminating Mimic would only benefit Sonic's team. What was he thinking?! Here's what a genius like him would've done instead; he'd have been safe if he planned to only betray everyone except Mimic and informed Mimic of this when alone with him the first chance he got, or better yet, ask Mimic to HELP him betray everyone there. Either he didn’t want Whisper dead, or he's an idiot too scared to think beyond, “ Mimic looks SCARY! “

14: He forgets about Zavok’s technomagic, not telling him to take control of every robot in the bases he’ll invade with him! Zavok might have remembered he could do that but was so arrogant he thought it wouldn’t be necessary for him to survive the bases. I get Zavok choosing to destroy the robots for catharsis instead of control them because he’s evil so he’d like destroying things to show off how well he can do it. If he in canon forgot he could control them all then that is an Idiot Ball though.

15: Bad Guys Comic Issue 3: Starline SOMEHOW expects his new robot forces to eliminate all of his teammates even though they’ve proven they can fight robots just fine. Not to MENTION Zavok can control robots! I expected him to have a smarter plan than THAT! When he expected to be able to get rid of them all really easily, I thought he meant explosives, putting them all in one room, like he tried to do to Silver so he'd just do that again!

16: Mimic and Zavok got into Starline’s bedroom when he was sleeping because apparently Starline couldn’t just lock his bedroom door. Or was too stupid to decide to with a shapeshifter around! He'd have just told him his plan before this from anticipating this and left him out of the betrayal!

17: Zavok came to find out if the devices Starline promised were booby-trapped and Mimic uses the keyboard and says that no, they’re legitimate, and it’s to make sure there’s no misfires because he wants them to be at their best until he disposes of them. That’s not an excuse! How would there be any misfires?! Why would the devices being rigged to have bombs in them or paralyzing electricity in them give any risk of a misfire?! That’s not the case in Archie! Even Zavok lampshades his short-sightedness. You’d think someone acting smug so much wouldn’t be so insecure of his engineering skill to be paranoid of misfires, unless the smugness was a front to cover up any kind of insecurity/doubt.

18: Bad Guys Comic Issue 4: Starline should’ve made himself speedy as soon as Tumble got his fist hurt, logically, but instead he waited until after they talked.

19: Really, there’s no reason he didn't give Rough two doses of neurotoxin after he gave him one. He wanted to eliminate him! No reason was clearly given for why he didn’t just give ALL of those villains neurotoxin, and kill them. He uses neurotoxin again later so he could've used that and he originally must have had no plan to use it again because he didn't know Belle until he met her, so he'd have seen no reason to save on neurotoxins.

And that’s not even mentioning the time Starline just assumed Eggman didn’t change the passwords on him and the time he instinctively tried to use the Warp Topaz against a badnik when he didn’t have it anymore, because at least those moments of incompetence were believable when he was just operating on past knowledge and force of habit.

Based on these facts about the comic, if Starline was written to not be incompetent he wouldn’t have done anything to betray Eggman that he did in the Metal Virus arc. He could’ve still gotten fired for his belligerence based on Eggman’s reaction to him being shocked that he didn’t make a vaccine, so let’s humor the Sonic Annual issue showing that Eggman made a zombot Starline doll, and assume it means he was planning to get rid of him since he first threatened him, anyways. Even then, a competent Starline under Flynn would’ve actually eliminated Zavok, Rough and Tumble effortlessly.

That could’ve happened and still had the rest of the comic generally go the way it did just fine, the only difference it’d make is avoiding their appearances later. Can’t do that, can’t kill off Sega characters even though he supposedly did that to Starline just fine when Sega owns IDW characters, as proven by them being mentioned in Frontiers and the copyright by Sega phrase in the comic, so to Sega they are Sega characters legally speaking. And apparently the fans all assumed Sonic had the Zeti killed in Sonic Lost World in their last battles with him, so if that wasn’t allowed Sega would’ve forced them to appear in a cutscene after their boss fights.

Meanwhile I have to struggle to think of examples of Flynn actually making Starline competent by comparison. Compare 19 Idiot Balls for Starline from Flynn, with this below list.