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

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Aquaticmercy’s General Masterlist

I write about MCU / Marvel Comics characters.

I have written for Bucky Barnes, Agatha Harkness, Carol Danvers, and Sam Wilson.

I have WIPs for Yelena Belova, and Natasha Romanoff.

My stories may have adult themes. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

Bucky Barnes

One Shots

Beautiful Mess

Bucky tries to cook you a food you’ve been craving. It goes wrong, but it also goes right.

Almost Kisses

Bucky's kisses have become a daily part of your life together, but it wasn’t always that way.

All These Things That I've Done

In which Bucky leaves behind a loving note every time he goes on a mission. But what happens when you stumble on a letter not meant to be found… yet?

In Another Life

Bucky is certain you only see him as a friend. It only took him travelling to a different reality to realise otherwise.

Comfortable and Easy

You are the only person Bucky could ever spend a domestic evening with.

Bloodstains and Daydreams

You and Bucky fantasize about starting a family while tending to each other’s wounds.

Under my Skin

Bucky is always ready to give his girl cuddles.

Hot Chocolate?

Bucky wakes up from a nightmare and can’t find you.

Do Humans Dream of Normal Sheep?

Generations ago, your family was cursed to never sleep. Now that the curse is broken, Bucky helps you rest by telling you a bedtime story.

Of Black Ink and White Lillies

Bucky wants to get a tattoo, so he asks you for advice.

Morning Coffee

A drabble in which he makes you coffee every morning, without fail.

The Great Wave

Bucky would do anything to make his girl happy. He would even risk his life to get you the perfect gift.

Altar Ghosts

While on a mission with Bucky Barnes, you’re forced to confront your ex-fiancé, who left you at the altar. Bucky helps you realize you deserve far better than the man who broke your heart.

Happily Ever Eventually

Sam and Yelena are helping you and Bucky plan your wedding. 

Love in Full Bloom

Bucky thinks everything he touches dies, but the plants in your apartment prove otherwise.

Dangerous Game

Bucky Barnes is dating a trigger-happy antihero, and she has him wrapped around her finger. She’s just Bucky’s pretty girl, and he lets her get away with everything.

Temple

Bucky Barnes is struggling to say ‘I love you,’ so he says other things to make sure you know he cares.

Breaking Point

You and Bucky had always hated each other. When Bucky gets injured during a mission, you start wondering if the hatred was just masking something else.

Strays

Bucky has a soft spot for strays.

Soft Lights

A drabble in which you and Bucky get high together.

Kickoff

A drabble in which Bucky tries supporting your favourite football team.

Hypothetically: Version 1 / Version 2

The Thunderbolts* crew gossip about Bucky's love life / Your ragtag group of supernatural superheroes gossip about your love life. (A one-shot told in two perspectives!)

Sleeper

When Bucky falls in love with the antihero he’s sleeping with, he offers her a place in the Thunderbolts*.

Match

You finally found your intellectual match in Bucky Barnes.

Full Throttle

Bucky thinks he hooked up with a really pretty mechanic. 

The Catalyst

In this universe, you and Bucky are happy. In other universes, it might not be that simple.

Portals

You teach Bucky how to open portals using a sling ring. Turns out, he’s a menace with that thing.

Series / Multi-parts

Of Heroes and Heartstings Masterlist (Completed)

Bucky Barnes develops a crush on the researcher who interviewed him.

Waste a Moment Masterlist (Ongoing)

Bucky had always kept his distance, but seeing you get hurt on a mission changed everything. For the first time, he has a chance to start over with you.

Dark Necessities Masterlist (Ongoing)

You drink Bucky’s blood out of necessity and accidentally form a primal bond that has the ability to unlock an ancient ritual magic.

My Own Soul's Warning + Supporting Stories Masterlist (Ongoing)

This is a series of one-shots that revolve around you, a cosmic entity who falls in love with Bucky Barnes and sacrifices everything.

Agatha Harkness

One Shots

To be Loved

A drabble in which Agatha makes sure you can never die.

Perfection

You and Agatha are on a perfect picnic date when its started raining. Why not dance in the rain?

Safe and Sound

You have been cursed. Agatha will stop at nothing to destroy the witch that cursed you.

Sam Wilson

One Shots

The Future's Overdue

A year after breaking up with Sam Wilson, he shows up at your doorstep.

Carol Danvers

One Shots

Peace and Quiet

A drabble in which Carol always seems to run off to save a distant galaxy before breakfast.

Multi-character Blurbs

Bucky, Steve, and Sam as dads

Bucky is a girl dad, Steve is a boy dad, and Sam has both!

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[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!

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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 !

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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.

[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.

[professionallydeadinside]

And another thing. People defending this comic say that critiquing the storyline is stupid because its slice of life. Its not meant to be super intense or dramatic, but this comic isn’t even good at being slice of life. A good example of slice of life stories are sitcoms. Pick whichever sitcom is your favourite, but for this example I’ll use Friends, since I personally enjoy it. Friends works because the characters are a good dynamic together. Chandler is more cynical, Ross is more a “normal guy” (believe me i have my problems with him but one thing at a time), Joey is more goofy comedic relief with the occasional but almost always heart warming or wrenching emotional moments, Monica is the obsessive but lovable character, Rachel is the prissy one slowly changing the most, and Phoebe is the Weird One. These characters go through the events of the show usually one episode at a time, with some occasional multi episode plot lines, story lines, or even show long things happening. This is what keeps the flow with the characters going and is usually their biggest motivation. Monica wants to be a chef and have a family, Ross wants to be with Rachel, Rachel wants to be more than her upbringing, Joey wants to be a famous actor, Phoebe wants to meet her dad, and Chandler, though his motivations are more unclear and ever changing, has a desire for love. While each episode they get into fun shenanigans that are usually resolved within the thirty minute long episodes (multi part episodes being few and far between), they keep those central wants throughout the whole show. That helps keep them grounded and makes them feel like people. They also don’t get what they want immediately, or sometimes even at all. While Chandler and Monica get what they want, along with Ross and Rachel, Phoebe will never be happy with her father, and Joey never becomes a truly rich and famous actor, but these happen at the end of the show. In Boyfriends, the characters only central want is to get a date, which occurs immediately. They are given no other wants or desires, no other driving motivations. That’s not because it’s slice of life; thats just plain bad writing. There aren’t any storylines that span multiple episodes, like Rachel hating the job she got, or Joey’s struggles as an actor, or Phoebe being a surrogate for her half brother. The characters simply are There, and they’re going to do Something. Its not a fun formula, especially when they have no personality to play off of each other. They don’t even introduce side characters with funny bits or gimmicks, like Gunther being in love with Rachel, or Phoebe’s twin being a porn actress and all that entails. They are nothing but four cardboard cutouts going through boring motions with the occasional UWU thrown in to make some people laugh, but even then its hard to find it amusing. Saying this is good rep of any kind implies that we’re nothing more than puppets with a hand up our asses that can’t be bothered to give us any personality aside from OWO CHOCO, anime hentai, big titty goth gf, and big. Those aren’t characters, those are things a child would make for their English assignment that requires original characters. Actually, a child would do better, because at least Princess Wolfstar Heartlocket is a wolf that has a personality and a sword she wields with magic.

This is the most I've learned about Friends in my entire life I'm so glad it could come from your boyfriend rant wasdfghgfd

[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

[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

[musiconanironingboard]

29 January 2024: Dirty Work, The Rolling Stones. (2023 Rolling Stones/Polydor reissue of 1986 Rolling Stones Records release)

My inexplicable plunge into Rolling Stones mini LPs continues here. In previous posts I outline what I originally meant to be my only Stones mini LP acquisitions, but buying multiple things by a band, even one like the Stones whom I am lukewarm to begin with, is a slippery slope and I'm afraid I must report that this fourth such acquisition will be followed by a minimum of ten more in the weeks to come.

I don't go around hyping Dirty Work as a seminal Stones album, but I do think it's better than it has any right to be. As for why I wanted this on mini LP, it comes down to a packaging peculiarity: upon original release, the album came in deep red shrinkwrap. I just had to find out for myself how this was pulled off in mini LP style, and unlike when I learned that the new Undercover mini LP did not have little tiny stickers all over the cover like originals, Dirty Work in miniature did not disappoint.

Above we see the front cover, first with its 2023 obi strip and then unadorned but for the red wrapper. The effect is pulled off by housing the jacket inside a red plastic slipcover. If you want to see what the album cover looks like without the red, you can indeed pull it out of the slipcover, but it is very difficult to do and you run the risk of wrecking that red sleeve. This is not a mini LP that I'll be playing with very extensively, just in order to preserve it. And by the way, there are some reflections here that just couldn't be avoided in the photos.

Next up is a closeup of that garish hype sticker, featuring art by Mark Marek whose stylings also adorn the inner sleeve (to be seen in a moment).

Next we see the back cover in the red sleeve, first with obi and then without.

Now I'll show the album cover with the red sleeve slipped away, both front and back. The red is cool, but without it this makes for one of the worst Stones album covers. Talk about a victim of the '80s...

Savvy readers may wonder where the replica of the original 1986 obi strip is. Good question; this apparently was one of the early examples of an obi strip, whose purpose is to translate the album details into the Japanese language for local buyers, being reduced to a little sticker. This issue includes a tiny replica, which I show below.

Next up let's look at both sides of the inner sleeve of this mini LP, featuring a full comic by Marek.

I don't know what territory included a sheet of Stones stickers as part of the Dirty Work package—I bought my U.S. vinyl copy sealed and it didn't have them—but they're faithfully reproduced for this reissue, as we see below.

Here is the CD itself.

Next, let's take a look at some elements of the 1986 U.S. vinyl edition. Here you can see the red shrinkwrap in full action. There's no slipping this off, so I've never really gotten to gaze at the unadorned cover before.

Front cover above, back cover below.

Continuing the garish multi-color theme, the inside of the album cover is pink, as we see below. I forgot to see if the mini LP replicates this, and it's just too damn hard to open to begin with so I'm not checking now. I think I would have noticed when I took the photos, so I'm guessing it does not.

Last, if you don't want to remove the red shrink but want to see that band photo unadorned, the record labels provide a variation. Both side one and side two use this same design.

[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.

[ahb-writes]

Comics Review: ‘Witches: The Complete Collection’

Witches: The Complete Collection by Daisuke Igarashi My rating: 3 of 5 stars A preponderance of greed that skirts the intuition of the infernal. The deliberate and tactical abuse of nature's resources and the indigenous people who nurture them. Vast logical contradictions birthed from a narrow-minded religious intelligence. In WITCHES, the fundament of observing, documenting, interpreting, and relaying natural and cosmic phenomena occurs by way of the witch. But the function or application of the knowledge or insight obtained, one quickly finds, is often at the discretion of said greedy, abusive, or hypocritical authority figures. WITCHES is about witches, absolutely; but this manga is also, unfailingly, about the vulgar disruption of the natural order of which witches seem apt to value or protect. Collected as vignettes, WITCHES focuses on a branch of witchcraft and divination conveniently overlooked most casual consumers of such fare: translating ancient messages written on pieces of firewood; manifesting fog-induced hallucinations; listening to the rhythms and vibrations of all living beings; star-gazing. That is to say, acts of intimate focus and control meant to intuit something greater (or more fearsome) than can be had on one's own. Here, witchcraft is not supernatural; witchcraft is nature itself. And any individual trained or perceptive enough to read or interpret its omens effectively is thus a very, very special individual. Not all vignettes are the same. Some are long, multi-part endeavors. Others are a short, escapist rendezvous with the hidden, the unusual, or the finnicky. "Spindle" is an expansive two-part story about a weaver, a girl from a Central Asian community of nomads, who journeys to Istanbul to deliver a message of warning (and shame) to a woman of woeful corruption and ego. "Spindle" is not a particularly engaging story, but its climax is remarkably clever: "You who think in words cannot think beyond words," the girl says. "You cannot obtain that which is greater than yourself." The short story "Petra Genitalix" is phenomenal. In terms of genre affinity, the vignette traverses speculative fiction, science fiction, and surrealist fantasy. As the tale begins, a kind but stern witch, Mira, and her apprentice and house-mate, Alicia, are summoned by the clergy to ameliorate an existential threat to humankind. "Petra Genitalix" is beautiful for its intertwining of the small and the large. Tracking fox prints in the snow. Rebuking cocky cardinals overlooking a dying metropolis. Querying the power of rebirth while studying the lifecycle of wheat. Intuiting when the danger or hardship of others is of equal or greater import than the hardship afforded a single person: "Could you return love to someone who simply shrugs when a loved one is in peril?" Mira says. "Witches don't think. Witches just know." Igarashi's style is primarily a tepid fix of illustrative line art whose warm shapes and kind movements grant the artist the opportunity to add or remove detail as scale and perspective allow. The grass between a little girl's toes. The wrinkles of an old woman's face. An extraordinary cityscape, melting under otherworldly forces. In WITCHES, readers' closeness with the manga's running themes of abandonment, uncertainty, and the many gradients of human foolishness is increasingly teased and tested by the artist's careful affection for page compositions whose function is never without purpose.

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[radiodread]

1: I wrote a "controversial" topic in a multi-chaptered story this year, and for the most part it was well-received and I liked exploring it. But it also garnered a lot of negative attention and has made me less stubborn about always allowing comments from both anonymous people and logged-in users. From now on I will turn off anonymous commenting every now and then if I feel like it.

2: 22 or 23 fics? I think? 4 unpublished/fics that are still WIPs.

3: Can't think of anything that pertains to myself as a writer specifically... skipping this one.

4: Jujutsu Kaisen & Boku no Hero Academia. Pretty equally, I think.

5: See above, plus Given, Zelda (BotW & TotK), KinnPorsche, and NANA.

6: ItaFushi, TodoDeku, Kass/Link (YES).

7: It's always the 'brooding' ones. Megumi (JJK), Shouto (BNHA), Nana Osaki... 😌

8: Yes, I wrote a fic for KinnPorsche (VegasPete)! That was fun.

9: Honestly, the one that meant the most to me was probably the most 'controversial' fic I posted this year. It delved into some topics I've never written about before, it hit kinda close to home at some point. It was very interesting to write.

10: "always you" (Kass/Link) was a delight all the way through to write.

11: For me it's always the longest fics that are the most satisfying to finish because they took so much time and effort. So answering with the same fic as I did in #9.

12: God, I'm boring. Same answer as above, and yes I finished it. While it was interesting and a fun challenge to write, it was challenging at times because I had to imagine characters and their reactions, ways of thinking, and reasoning in situations they haven't even been close to in canon.

13: The easiest fic to write was one that I started and finished yesterday. In a single sitting, like, two sprints, 20 mins each. It hasn't been published yet but sits prettily in my drafts and awaits publishing on January 11th. Hint hint.

14: Shortest is the one I just finished. Longest was "it takes three" (linked in #9) at 53k words.

15: I'll recommend "double trouble"; it was fun to write, I loved the comic it was heavily inspired by, and the pairing is cute.

16: It always depends on the mood I'm writing. I like "Like Spinning Plates" by Radiohead for angstier scenes, I like "Doukyuusei" by Yuuki Ozaki & Koutarou Oshio for fluffier stuff, and I always bawl at "Sakuyume" by King Gnu when writing sad stuff.

17: Usually a fruit or maybe popcorn if I have that around.

18: All of them??? Half-jokes aside, "chasing feathers" was one I remember struggling with for a good while when it came to coming up with the title.

19: "The golden glow of the evening sun illuminates the living room where Izuku has decided that he and Shouto dance." [from here.]

20: "He exchanges a glance with his partner, and Link’s heart sings at the sight of those gorgeous amber eyes looking back at him with the love and adoration that only someone like Kass could express with a single look." (from here.)

21: “It’s your turn,” he hisses. “Go talk to him.”

“What am I gonna say?!”

“I don’t know! Tell him you like his shirt. Or his socks.”

[...]

“Here’s a hot tip,” Katsuki says. “Try actually telling Deku you like him instead of just staring at him like two fuckin’ creeps.”

“We are talking to him, though.”

“Yeah? About his lame fucking socks. How’s that working out for ya?”

22: “We’re all fine now. We’re… we have a good relationship.”

“And I’m so glad you do,” Rei replies. “If you’ll allow me to, I will spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you. To be the mother you deserve.”

Shouto hugs his mother close again, shaking his head once more. “You already are. You always were.”

(I'm a sucker for Shouto & Rei bonding 😭)

23: It might sound a little weird, but I ended up with a “Why?” in response to "I slept with someone else." It was so hard to imagine what person B would say and how he'd react to his partner admitting to infidelity. And it took me a long time and many paces around the apartment until I landed on a shocked, short "Why?"

24: ... nothing I can think of in particular.

25: I use Microsoft Word (yeah I pay for it like a fool but I think it's worth it) for the actual writing, and then I use the notes app on my phone when I'm not at my laptop to write down ideas, as well as a .txt-file I have labelled "ideas" where I write stuff down. I also tend to use a Notepad-doc for writing down sidenotes and stuff for a WIP.

26: Again, finishing my longest fic this year was probably the most satisfying moment. It was a tough one to write, too, so maybe that lent to it.

27: I probably did a little sitting dance?

28: I play video games, watch streams/YT vids, listen to music, that sorta stuff.

29: I would thank the people in one of my Discord servers; most of them tend to participate in writing sprints every now and then, and we also ask for and give each other advice on WIPs. I wouldn't have had nearly as much writing motivation as I've had if it weren't for them. ❤️

30: In 2024 I finally wanna kick off that apocalypse fic I've had on the backburner for MAYBE two years now. I just haven't gotten around to it because it's a little daunting. But maybe next year.

fic writer asks

What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year? How did it turn out and would you do it again?

How many fics did you work on this year? (They don’t have to be finished or published!)

What’s something you learned about yourself as a writer?

What piece of media inspired you the most?

What fandom(s) did you write for this year?

What ship(s) captured your heart?

What character(s) captured your heart?

Did you write for a new fandom or ship this year?

What fic meant the most to you to write?

What fic made you feel the happiest to work on?

What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing?

What fic was the most difficult to write? Did you finish it?

What fic was the easiest to write?

What were your shortest and longest fics this year?

Rec a fic you wrote or posted in 2023

What were you go-to writing songs?

What were your go-to writing snacks?

What was the hardest fic to title?

Share your favorite opening line

Share your favorite ending line

Share your favorite piece of dialogue

Share an excerpt from your favorite scene

Share the final version of a sentence or paragraph you struggled with. What about it was challenging? Are you happy with how it turned out?

What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?

What did you use to write? (e.g. writing programs, paper & pen, etc.)

If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?

Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing a fic?

How did you recharge between fics?

If this were an awards show, who would you thank?

What’s something that you want to write in 2024?

[tales-of-the-dense]

this iron man storyline is something that really, really harkens back to the original purpose of tony stark (and identifies something a lot of modern comic writers could stand to remember). and that’s that tony was never meant to be an accurate representation of a rich person. he’s an entirely fictional dream of what a rich person could be. and that was always supposed to be part of what drew people in; that he’s loaded and he’s brilliant, but his life is still a goddamn mess. the fact that they managed to make a multi-millionaire relatable; simply because his life is so goddamn weird; is what makes him compelling.

and that’s something that’s so apparent in this storyline because in real life, this does not happen to rich white men! in real life, men like that have access to luxury treatment options others could only dream of. they don’t get in trouble with the cops; often they don’t even have to pay anyone off and can get by on clout alone. their reputation doesn’t have to get completely trashed; they have pr people to handle that.

men like that don’t end up homeless for months on the streets of new york. that’s not a thing that happens! men like that don’t experience harassment from cops and doctors just for a. existing and b. being an addict. men like that don’t have to suffer from the fact that any social programs that could possibly help them are nonexistent or severely underfunded. that is not the reality of rich white men.

but it is tony’s reality, because he’s fictional. because he’s this weird little “what if” dream of what an ethical rich person could be. because iron man writers up to that point had all simultaneously understood that a hero isn’t interesting if you can’t relate to them; and that means tony has to get dragged down with the rest of us.