#when talking to meg: you see my dear-

[byfulcrums]

Apollo calling people "my dear" is the best thing that's ever happened in PJO

[in1-nutshell]

Hello! I am SOO sorry that I have been cramping you with asks, so feel as free as you can be to push this one alll the way back, or deny it, I am not desperate at all. I just want to type this before I forget this. So after the Megatron with a daughter who was his opposite post, I, too, am in love with this opposite personality daughter series. Like just all of our favourite men as fathers of daughters with individual personalities of themselves but also more or less all resonated their fathers one way or another, or someone they knew! I LOVE IT! And I realized how this formed a perfect trilogy now.

So I am real curious. What if the three daughters exist in the same universe? And, may or may not interact? (would we need individual names for them all? Or Buddy 1 and 2 and 3 like Spider-Man: No Way Home and no one questions it?)

Hello!

I've actually been thinking about continuing the 'daughter with different personality' thing. Maybe in the future you'll see more!

Originally the plan was to have all the Buddy's to be in the same universe, but I ended up scrapping the idea and decided to create separate universes for each one (unless the plot tells me otherwise :))

When I saw the Spiderman part my mind went to this.

(Who knows for the future)

Hope you enjoy!

Optimus Prime, Ratchet, and Megatron's daughters meeting each other for the first time.

SFW, Platonic, Familial, groundbridge and relic shenanigans, Cybertronain reader

TFP

In TFP Rats universe.

Buddy was just minding her own business cleaning and wiping down her father’s tools.

It’s a nice day on base.

There was low Decepticon activity for the past few days, the children were playing their games, Bulkhead and Smokescreen were trying to get Bumblebee and Arcee to play Lob with them, Ultra Magnus and Optimus were reviewing plans for something, and her father, Ratchet, was with Wheeljack looking at a new relic they found in the Artic.

“It’s not another scraplet trap, right?”--Raf

“Nope! Completely checked it with the scanner. We should be good now.”--Buddy

“We ‘should’ be good?”--Bulkhead

“There is always a percentage of things blowing up, I’m not counting that out.”--Buddy

Without warning, the relic whirled to life jumping and shaking onto the floor.

Everyone jumped and backed away from the whirling sound it made. Bright light came out of it as the shaking intensified. The noise was loud enough to get everyone to come to the main room.

The machine scanned the closest bot, Buddy, and opened a portal, shooting out tons of air.

The children nearly flew back, but thanks to Ultra Magnus and Optimus, they were caught before they flew off the ledge.

“Hey Ratchet! What’s it doing?!”--Bulkhead

“Oh, it’s putting on a rock concert. OBVIOUSLY, I DON’T KNOW!”--Ratchet

Machine whirls louder.

“Buddy! Hide behind the med slab!”--Wheeljack

Buddy already behind the slab, clutching onto dear life.

“With all due respect, WHAT DO YOU THINK I’M DOING?!”--Buddy

Meanwhile in megs dimension

Buddy calmly walking down the halls of the Nemesis with some data pads.

“Hmm… wonder why they need so many data pads…”--Buddy

Sudden portal pops up on the wall next to them.

“What in the—”--Buddy

Portal starts sucking her in.

“AHHH—”--Buddy

Portal sucks Buddy in leaving the discarded data pads sprawled in the middle of the hallway.

In op dimension

Buddy is resting her arm on the handrail while talking with Miko.

“How’s the playlist going?”--Miko

“Haven’t been working too much on it. Patrol has been up my tailpipe lately. Do you have any more recommendations?”--Buddy

“Yeah! How about—”—Miko

A sudden portal opens.

“Umm, I don’t remember Ratchet opening up a groundbridge.”--Miko

Buddy grabbing a grenade from her subspace.

“That’s because he hasn’t!”--Buddy

Buddy chucks a grenade at the portal.

BAM!

Nothing happens to the portal.

“What!”—Miko and Buddy

The portal starts sucking them in.

Buddy grabs Miko as she starts to get dragged in, pounds a hole in the ledge and places her in there.

“Buddy? Buddy what are you—”--Miko

Buddy groans as she tries to keep her footing but gets sucked in and the portal closes.

“BUDDY!”--Miko

In Rats dimension

Two figures pop out of the portal and slam into Ratchet’s daughter.

The portal closes.

The two figures groaned.

Op Buddy sits up rubbing her helm.

Meg Buddy sliding off the med slab and onto the floor on her back.

“Urgh… my aching helm…”—Megs Buddy

Rat Buddy gently massaging her helm before looking at the two strangers.

“Who are you?”—Rat Buddy

Op Buddy looks at the others.

“Who are you?!”—Op Buddy

Meg Buddy looking at all the Autobots in the area.

“WHERE AM I?!”—Meg Buddy

Optimus carefully approaches the younglings.

Megs Buddy quickly moves back while the other two just stare widely.

“Buddy—”--Optimus

“Yes?”—All Buddy’s

All Buddy’s turn around and point at each other.

“Your name is Buddy! I’m Buddy!”—All Buddy’s

Meg Buddy standing up pacing a bit.

“Maybe this is some alternate universe…I always thought something like this was possible from what he said… It’s the only logical explanation for this…”—Megs Buddy

“That seems to check out. Which explains why Dad hasn’t started giving me the ‘speech’ again.”—Op Buddy

“Dad?”--Kids

“… Oh, this is going to be fun.”—Op Buddy

“This is not going to be fun…”—Meg Buddy

Everyone is confused.

Come to find the relic would scan someone and find ‘alternatives’ of them. It could mean alternative of the bot or by their names.

To avoid confusion the Buddy’s are labeled.

Op’s Buddy would be known as Buddy 1.

Rats Buddy would be known as Buddy 2.

Megs Buddy would be known as Buddy 3.

“How come she’s Buddy 1? Why not our Buddy? She was hear before you guys showed up.”--Miko

“Cause I’m older and cooler.”—Buddy 1

“Yeah right.”--Miko

“Don’t believe me Miko? Watch this.”—Buddy 1

Buddy 1 transforms into a monster truck.

“I take it back! That’s so cool! Can I ride you!?”--Miko

“Of course!”—Buddy 1

“Miko no!”--Bulkhead

“Miko yes!”--Miko

“Then why is our Buddy number two?”--Raf

“Because I’m the second oldest. Three is the youngest one here.”—Buddy 2

“Guess it makes sense. You she is kind a smaller than you two.”--Jack

“Hey! I’m a minicon! Of course, I’m smaller than everyone here!”—Buddy 3

“You’re a minicon?”--Arcee

Buddy 3 shrinks back a bit at Arcee’s gaze nodding.

Buddy 1 made the Team guess who her father was, bets were on the table and ready to be thrown. Buddy 1 managed to get Buddy 3 to get in on the guessing part. Buddy 3 guaranteed that no one would guess her creator.

A part of her didn’t want them to know either.

“All right we are ready.”--Miko

“Wow so soon?”—Buddy 3

“Too soon if you asked me.”—Buddy 1

“We’ve narrowed down three bots for each. If we win, 1 needs to take me out dune bashing in her alt mode.”--Miko

“Miko!”--Bulkhead

“I can stand by that.”—Buddy 1

“And if you don’t guess right?”—Buddy 2

“You’ll have to tell us.”--Miko

“…”—Buddy 3

“Lets get started!”--Miko

“Okay these ones are for Buddy 1.”--Smokescreen

“Got it, lets hear them.”—Buddy 1

“First one… Wheeljack!”--Miko

Buddy 1 laughing at the response.

“HAHAHAHA, Sorry, its just, just that Jackie here is more like my Uncle. Definitely not my dad.”—Buddy 1

“All righty then… Bulkhead!”--Miko

Buddy starts laughing at that one too.

“Nope! Bulks also like my Uncle!”—Buddy 1

“The last one… Smokescreen!”—Miko

Buddy is now on the floor laughing her tanks and near crying.

“…I’ll take that as a no then…”--Raf

Buddy finally stops laughing.

“You lose.”—Buddy 1

“Got that. Now spill it! Who’s your Dad?!”--Miko

Buddy stands up rather stoically.

“One shall stand, one shall fall.”—Buddy 1

Everyone stares at Optimus, who looks equally as surprised.

“Your—your Boss Bots kid!? How!?”--Miko

“A question everyone has been asking since we met.”—Buddy 1

Miko turns to Buddy 3.

She hoped that they would have forgotten her, but alas here she was.

“Your turn!”--Miko

Buddy 3 nervously sits next to Prime and Ratchet

“First one… Arcee!”--Miko

Buddy 3 looking terrified.

“NO! I mean no.”--Buddy 3

“How about… Ultra Magnus!”--Miko

Buddy shakes her helm while looking at Magnus.

“Sorry try again.”—Buddy 3

“Okay… Optimus!”--Miko

Buddy 1 looks at Buddy 3.

“Are we siblings!?”—Buddy 1

“I mean aren’t we all in a way?”—Buddy 3

“Buddy.”--Ratchet

“Sorry, the answer is no.”—Buddy 3

“Dang it!”--Miko

“Then who is your Dad?”--Raf

“…Megatron…”—Buddy 3

“…”—Everyone

“HOW!”--Jack

Buddy shrinks back at the sudden movements.

Buddy 1 and Buddy 2 immediately stand by Buddy 3

“Hold it now. Just because 3 dad is Bucket head, no offense.”—Buddy 1

“None taken.”—Buddy 3

“Doesn’t mean she’s bad. Right?”—Buddy 2

“No, no I’m not.”—Buddy 3

“Really and how can you prove it?”--Arcee

“Arcee—”—Buddy 2

“Well think about this. If I was truly bad, why haven’t I hurt you.”—Buddy 3

“Because your short?”--Smokescreen

“… Okay that one’s asking for it… but beside the point, I could have easily hurt the kids, yet I haven’t. I could have attacked or given any other hint that I had malicious intentions. But I haven’t, have I?”—Buddy 3

Pause

“I stand by 3.”—Buddy 1

“And I stand with 1 and 3.”—Buddy 2

“I will stand by her as well.”--Optimus

“Prime!”—Most of the team

“Prime?”—Buddy 3

“She is our guest and so is 1. We must treat them with the respect they deserve.”--Optimus

“…Thank you Prime.”—Buddy 3

After the confrontation a little more research is done on the machine.

Thanks to Buddy 3’s expert decoding skills, she was able to read the full effects of the machine as well as how to reverse it.

The good news was that the effects were reversable.

The bad news was that the machine needed time to recuperate before usage again.

The Buddy’s decided to kill time by hanging out with each other and the team in the meantime.

Aka shenanigan time.

1 tries to start a conversation with her alternate family especially with Prime.

She is curious to see if there are any differences between her father and her alternative father.

“You always did have a thing for the Halls, didn’t you?”—Buddy 1

“The Halls of Iacon was where I worked.”--Optimus

“You mean, where Orion worked.”—Buddy 1

“…Yes.”--Optimus

“Sorry, but I see Orion and Optimus as two separate bots sometimes.”—Buddy 1

“It is understandable.”--Optimus

3 tended to stay with 2 for the most part.

2 was a soft soul and was quiet for the most part.

2 did entertain 3 with the occasional story here and there.

Buddy 2 and 3 talking to each other near the med bay.

“What do you think they’re talking about?”--Smokescreen

“Beep boop bep bop boop. (Probably about medical stuff.)”--Bumblebee

“Yeah, probably.”--Smokescreen

“So, then Arcee raised her blasters at the wannabe Cybertronians and started blasting.”—Buddy 2

Buddy 3 listening intently.

1 likes to place 2 and 3 on her shoulders.

1 being the tallest and bulkiest of the Buddy’s could support the weight, not that they did weigh anything to her.

The other two Buddy’s liked feeling tall.

“Hey! Hey! Look at this!”—Buddy 1

Buddy 1 supporting Buddy 2 on her shoulders while Buddy 3 was on top.

“We are Buddy Supreme!”—Buddy 2

Buddy 1 has a bright smile on her face.

Buddy 2 has a wobbly smile trying not to laugh while carrying 3.

Buddy 3 is just staring in amazement.

“So, this is what it’s like to be tall… this is nice.”—Buddy 3

Soon it was time for them to leave.

3 really doesn’t want to leave her new friends behind.

She certainly doesn’t want to go back to the dark halls of the Nemesis.

But this pleasant experience was soon to be the spark to ignite the flame for peace between the two fractions again.

She was going to do everything she could to end this war with peace.

Whether Megatron liked it or not.

“It was lovely seeing you all and knowing there are alternative versions of myself out there. I hope we meet again on much pleasanter terms in the future.”—Buddy 3

“Same goes to you 3!”—Buddy 1 and 2

Buddy 3 walks through the portal.

A flash of purple shines before returning to its natural color.

“It’s your turn kid—”--Wheeljack

“SEE YA!”—Buddy 1

Buddy 1 back flips into the portal before a flash of blue shines.

The portal turns off and all is still.

“…Well, wasn’t that an eventful Wednesday afternoon?”—Buddy

In megs universe

Buddy bounces off the wall of the Nemesis.

Literally.

“For once I’d wish for a smooth landing…”--Buddy

“Buddy.”--Soundwave

Buddy looks up to see Soundwave.

Buddy waves.

“Hey Soundwave.”--Buddy

Soundwave starts walking forward.

“Sorry about the data pads—”--Buddy

Soundwave is in front of Buddy.

“I swear I meant to go straight to the room when—”--Buddy

Soundwave gets down on his knees and pulls Buddy in a tight hug.

Buddy freezes for a moment before hugging back.

None say anything, just holding onto each other in one of the empty halls of the Nemesis.

In op universe

Buddy gets thrown at Bumblebee and Smokescreen.

“OW!”--Buddy

“BEEP! (BUDDY!)”--Bumblebee

“BUDDY!”--Smokescreen

Both bots hugging Buddy’s sides tightly.

“We heard from Miko that you go sucked into some groundbridge or something!”--Smokescreen

Buddy patting both bots helms.

Bumblebee digs his helm further in Buddy’s neck cables whirling in concern and relief.

“Boy, do I have a story to tell you guys. But let’s wait till everyone gets here, I can’t wait to see Doc bot’s reaction to his daughter.”--Buddy

“HIS WHAT!?”—Smokescreen and Bumblebee

“MY WHAT!”--Ratchet

[writing-until-i-drop]

What's In A Name? Chapter Three

Meg Harding and Kate Carter were inseparable until their friends died five ago, then she ran to New Orleans to save lives as a paramedic. But when Javi calls on his two oldest friends to help him collect data, counting on their matching natural instincts for tornadoes, Meg goes home for the first time in years. That's where she meets Tyler and the rest of the Wranglers, the YouTube storm chasers her dad likes to watch, and finds herself fitting in more with them than with Storm PAR. Meg only plans to stay for the week but will it be easy to leave when the dust settles?

If a certain cowboy has a say in it, nothing about leaving is going to be easy.

A/N: Meg and her dad agree that a storm's brewing and Tyler has to make sure him and Meg are on the same page about something.

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Previous Chapter

Kate hadn’t mentioned the late time of night Meg had returned to the room, her head too consumed by something else, which Meg was selfishly glad for. She had drank entirely too much, listening to the Wranglers telling their own crazy tornado stories. At some point she had ended up on Dani’s lap, giving her “hurt” cheek about a dozen kisses before the others had decided to get in on the fun, asking for their own injured cheeks to be kissed. Boone had pulled Tyler into the fray as well, telling Meg that the mostly silent cowboy had hurt both of his cheeks somehow. The man had turned bright red when Meg grabbed him by the chin, unashamedly kissing both of his cheeks. Meg had also gladly given Ben a kiss over his bandaid, something that Boone caught a picture of for their Instagram page.

Dressed in another pair of jeans and a cropped Muskogee State shirt, Meg left Kate to get ready, giving her parents a call.

“Hey, Pumpkin, how’s the weather?” Her dad picked up on the second ring, always eager to get a call from his only daughter. The sky looked innocent enough but she could feel it, the instability in the air, just waiting for God and Mother Nature to roll the dice.

“Mm, feels like something’s comin’, dad.” 

“That’s my girl, radar’s looking boring right now though, so don’t get your hopes up.” 

“Nah, dad, if you were here, you’d be feeling the same thing I’m feeling.” Her dad laughed, agreeing with her. “Kate gave Jav a week of chasin’ to get some data for this project he’s working on and I’m tagging along.”

“Is it nice being together again?” He sounded hesitant, “I remember how it was getting together after Dusty passed.” The Dust Man. He had been struck by lightning during a chase and hadn’t survived. Meg had been twelve and devastated, Preacher had held her hand through the funeral, explaining to her that afterward, they’d play some of the music Dusty loved so much and him being gone wouldn’t hurt so much. It had been her introduction to the idea of a second line, which was eventually what led her to New Orleans in the first place. 

“Yeah, Jav’s trying his best to talk about old times, and Kate, well, she’s trying.” He hummed in acknowledgment, “We were in a pretty good storm yesterday, you should’ve seen it.” 

“I saw it, on the live stream I mean,” Of course he had. Meg rolled her eyes. “Did you see the fireworks?” 

“I had a front-row seat to the show, Tyler’s crazy.” 

“You met him?” God, her dad sounded like a twelve-year-old girl fawning over Taylor Swift.

“I did, spent the night swapping stories with his crew. Which reminds me, what’s in Rabbit’s hangover cure?” 

“Oh dear, you must be desperate if you’re relying on that.” 

“Rabbit is good, Rabbit is wise, and don’t tell him I said that.” Her dad laughed again, giving her crap as she made her way into the small convenience store attached to the motel.

“Strong, black coffee, orange juice, and a little bit of salt. And, Pumpkin? Please eat some crackers too, that’ll help with nausea.” 

“You got it.” She saw some of the other chasers enter the store, also looking a little worse for wear, Boone in particular looked tired. “I gotta go.” 

“Love you, Pumpkin! Stop by before going back home,”

“Love you too and I will.” Meg grabbed one of the big, styrofoam cups and filled it a majority of the way with coffee and then got an OJ out of the cooler, topping off the cup. By the roller food were packets of salt, which she dutifully added.

“What the hell are you making, Doc?” Lily looked like she was going to puke watching Meg try the concoction.

“Hangover cure my Uncle Rabbit swears by, it’s not as bad as it looks.” It wasn’t great but Meg remembered Rabbit making it after any night spent drinking in whatever local bar they could sneak an underage Meg into. Meg had spent a lot of nights sipping on a coke, watching her parents and their friends get rowdy. “How are you feeling this morning?” 

“Man, when Dexter brought out the whiskey, I should’ve gone to bed.” 

“Me too,” Meg winced, taking another sip of her coffee. “You feel the storm coming in?” 

“Feel it?” Lily asked, making herself a cup of coffee with a heap of sugar in it. “You feel tornadoes?” Meg shrugged, taking another sip.

“Yeah, it’s like a gut instinct. I can feel the weather in my bones, telling me when a storm’s formin’, or if a cap is going to hold out. Just something I’ve always been able to do.”

“So, why didn’t you study it?” 

“Why look at charts all day when Kate’s got it covered for me?” Lily nodded in understanding, capping her cup.

“Now that I get, so, can you feel a storm coming in? I need to make a few adjustments to Cairo if we’re going out today.” Meg just smiled and Lily’s face lit up, “You’ve got to ride with us, Doc. You’re too fun for the polo squad.” Meg laughed, her head pounding in protest.

“You’ll have to save me a seat another day, darlin’, here, let me give you my number.” 

When Kate came running away from Tyler Meg couldn’t help but laugh, watching Tyler catch on and start hustling towards his own team. By the time Javi and Scott got the team together, Tyler’s team was already hitting the road.

“Damn, Tyler’s on it,” Javi stepped on it, driving like a bat out of hell to catch up with the Wranglers. In the back seat, Meg turned off her volume and opened up the live stream of the Tornado Wranglers with closed captioning. 

“Ah. Kate must have seen the storm too. They just passed Dexter and Dani,” Lily narrated from the backseat of the truck. She was keeping their earlier conversation about a storm brewing to herself, at least for the live stream, which Meg appreciated. Javi started asking Kate what she saw and it was comical, watching and listening to Kate and Tyler start talking about tornadoes in the exact same way. It was like they were sharing a brain. 

“Come on, come on,” Meg looked up to see the funnel forming, teasing whether or not it was going to connect with the ground rotation.

“You’ve got this, baby,” Meg encouraged. 

“Yeah, baby!” Javi smacked the steering wheel in excitement and Meg pounded on the back of his seat. On her phone, the Wranglers were having a similar reaction. Lily’s drone footage was amazing, capturing the moment when the tornado split into twins with impressive quality. “You ready?” Javi asked Kate,

“Let’s get our data.” Meg hollered in excitement, locking her seatbelt as she reached forward to mess Kate’s hair. “Mud Bug!”

“That’s my girl!” Javi and Kate did their little handshake right as we pulled up beside Tyler. Ben waved at Meg, who waved back. “Come on, Javi,” Kate encouraged and Javi stepped on it, only to have Tyler speed past them a second later. 

“Alright, guys, let’s stop playing games. Let’s cut these guys off,” Javi hit the gas and Meg let out a shriek of excitement, clapping her hands like a little kid.

“There ya go, Jav. Maybe next time I can drive,”

“No!” Kate and Javi shouted together, “I want my truck in one piece, Meg.” 

“Whatever,” She huffed, faking offense. As they pulled next to Tyler’s red truck again Kate and Meg both made the tornado movement with their fingers, making Tyler roll his eyes. Kate whooped in excitement and Meg was over the moon, it really did feel like the old days. Except if it was the old days, Addy would have mooned Tyler as they drove past while Parveen tried to stop her.

“Alright, which one’s gonna stay?” Javi asked and Meg rolled down her window, the loud noise making him shout as she tried to get a feel for the wind. “Which one’s it gonna be, girls?”

“Okay, I’m on it,” Kate started doing her thing, looking between the data and the sky. 

“Right, but something doesn’t feel right,” Meg announced at the same time as Kate told Javi to go right, which he relayed to his team. Then the wind shifted.

“Left! Go left!” 

“What?” Javi shouted, Kate glanced out the window,

“Go left! Take a left!” She shouted and Javi cranked the wheel, turning up dust. Meg slid across the seat despite her seat belt at the sheer momentum of the action. On her phone, she saw Tyler making fun of the decision and she decided to have a little fun, typing in the chat.

Should’ve gone left, Sweetie Pie - Doc

“Doc says you should’ve gone left, T,” Boone announced to the truck, flipping the camera onto Tyler. He looked somewhere between amused and annoyed,

“Well I’ll bet her an iced tea she’s wrong,” Meg snorted, typing back.

It’s a date, cowboy - Doc

“She said it’s a date, T! Wooo, come on, baby, give us a show and prove to Doc our boy’s got the better instincts.” Not likely, Meg thought, rolling her eyes. She switched off the stream, a text from Lily coming through.

Lily: Shameless, Doc. Flirting in the chat like that

Meg: I was giving advice, HE was flirting

Lily: Meg 1 Tyler 0

Meg snorted, hearting the message. 

Everything seemed to be going perfectly, they had picked the right twister to follow, the PARs were in place, and then the tornado had decided to change direction. Mother fucker. Being grazed by the tornado had been equal parts exhilarating and confirmation that Meg could in fact feel fear. Javi had put up a fight when Kate and Meg wanted to help the townsfolk but quickly gave him, his hesitation ate at Meg though. The Javi she knew back in college would never have taken even a second’s pause before doing the right thing. 

The Wranglers were in town also, handing out provisions and helping people find their belongings. Meg had sent a text to her dad that she was alright and immediately began helping the EMTs bandage minor wounds with the gear from her personal kit. Javi and the rest of Storm PAR had left the second Kate did, Javi had checked to make sure Meg could get a ride to wherever Kate had driven off to and she assured him she could. 

Hours passed before Meg finally agreed to take a break at Lily’s insistence, chugging down a bottle of water while sitting on a curb.

“How are you feeling, Oklahoma?” Tyler offered her a bag of chips that she waved off,

“Give those to someone who needs them.”

“Darlin’, I haven’t seen you eat or drink anything in six hours.” Had it really been that long? The sun was starting to set, proving him right, Meg shrugged. Tyler narrowed his eyes at her, pushing the chips into her hands. “Eat something.” She pushed them away again, slowly moving to her feet. Her back ached from all the standing she had been doing patching people up, her high tops did not have the same arch support as her work boots and she was paying for it. “Are you always this stubborn?”

“Only on days that end with Y. There’s no time to be thinkin’ about myself, these people still need help.” Tyler grabbed her elbow, dragging her back in front of him when she tried to walk back towards the ambulances.

“And they’ll get help, darlin’, but you passing out isn’t going to be the help they need. Now am I going to have to hand-feed you these chips?” 

“I bite,” She snarked, grabbing the bag and stuffing a handful of chips in her mouth. Tyler chuckled, mumbling something that sure sounded like I bet under his breath.

“You always this reckless with yourself?” She was about to say no but the multiple times she had been reprimanded for running into a non-cleared scene to rescue a child, strapping on her bulletproof vest with her partner Nick hot on her heels flooded through her mind. The rules of waiting for police to clear a violent scene were there for a reason but when a child was dying in that scene and she could get to them? Well, some things were worth the risk. 

“Says the guy who intercepts tornadoes in a homemade TIV.” That caught his attention, “Yes, Sweetie Pie, I know what a tornado intercept vehicle is and yours is a hell of a lot less safe than Reed Timmer’s.” Reed Timmer was another storm chaser, whose TIV was more like an armored tank. It was safer but not as good for off-roading as Tyler’s pickup. 

“Alright, so maybe I’m the kettle calling the pot black but my point still stands.” Honesty, Meg appreciated a man who could admit hypocrisy, even one that was becoming as frustrating as he was cute.

“And I may be less than mindful when it comes to takin’ care of myself,” She stuffed the empty bag of chips into her pocket, “But if you’ll excuse me, Dr. Phil, I’m sure there’s people with worse injuries than an empty stomach.” Tyler let her walk away but she felt his eyes on her while she worked. But when the police started announcing that curfew was going to begin, he was the first one by her side.

“Come on, Meg. Let me get you that iced tea I owe you,” He held out his hand to help her out of the rig, and with a roll of her eyes, she accepted it. Tyler helped her into the passenger seat of his truck like a gentleman, making Meg blush when he reached around her to fasten her seatbelt. Before turning the ignition he looked over at her, big green eyes making her heart skip a beat. “It’s important to me that you know we didn’t charge any of those people for what we gave them today.” Her heart melted right there in the passenger seat of his truck.

“I know that, Ty,” She reached out, rubbing his shoulder. Tyler’s expression was soft, one she hadn’t seen before. Not on the few minutes of his live streams that she had caught here and there or even the night before while hanging out with his crew. There seemed to be many different sides to Tyler and this one, this one looked like he was trying to bare his soul to her. Meg wanted to cup his face and run her thumb over the stubble there, to soothe him, and herself in equal measure. There was something about Tyler, besides his obvious cowboy charm and good looks, that made her want to be near him. To understand him. “I think what you do is amazing, okay? Yeah, you’re reckless and shoot rockets in places you shouldn’t, but you’re also always telling people what to do if a tornado warning is issued for their area, and you take care of them on what’s probably the worst day of their lives.” 

Meg’s hand slid up to his cheek, wiping away a stray tear with her thumb. Tyler leaned into her touch and she spent a few moments stroking his cheek, soaking in the warm and fuzzy feeling of Tyler’s eyes on her. 

“You still owe me an iced tea though,” She teased when the air between them became too heavy to breathe without thinking of leaning forward and kissing him. Meg would bet money on the fact that Tyler Owens was a fantastic kisser, her cheeks burned just thinking about it as she tried to redirect the atmosphere around her like the inflow of a storm. Tyler cleared his throat, starting up the truck, a blush on his tanned cheeks.

“Yes, ma’am, I do.” After a few minutes on the road, Meg caught him glancing her way out of the corner of her eye. “What if that iced tea came with dinner too?”

“How about a rain check?” Tyler’s shoulders fell and Meg couldn’t take the sight of him looking so sad, reaching out to squeeze his knee gently. “As much as I’d love to eat dinner in your truck bed, I’ve got a friend who needs checkin’ on.” When she tried to pull her hand back, he took it in his, holding her hand with his elbow on the center console like her mom and dad did.

“What if I pick up some pizza and then take you and Kate for a night out?” He sounded hopeful and Meg hated to admit it but as his thumb smoothed across the back of her hand, she had a feeling she’d find herself saying yes to anything Tyler suggested.

“That sounds like a good night, Sweetie Pie.”

Next Chapter

Taglist: @theforevermorereject @beltzboys2015-blog @writingrose @sinners-98-world @nerdgirljen @candlejuice @a-court-of-roscoe-and-baby

[pastelpaperplanes]

Has KnockOut ever been insecure of stretch marks given how he prides on his appearance? I’m sure Breakdown doesn’t mind them, though. Also, can Megatron feel anything with that tremendous scar on his back and how does Optimus react once he first saw it?

Knockout is definitely vain to a fault, always he was all the way back when he was still a nobel, this extends to not just his appearance but also his need to keep his snazzy clothes and armor in perfect condition, as well his bow pristine!

However, what he loves most in the world is the life he shares with Breakdown. The highs and lows they faced in life beyond the Autobot Kingdom, scars and scratches they earned along the way–all are memories of how hard they fought for their life together and how much they loved the fact that they got to fight and WIN for that love.

The marks he received in life since bonding Breakdown are met with pride! (Breakdown lets little get past him to hurt KO, that and Knockout is a mean shot with his bow, both are the other’s protectors! lol, scars received are few and far in between)

Knockout’s stretch marks from Wildbreak– his greatest gift from Breakdown, his greatest gift to the love of his life, are by far his proudest yet. They made that baby!!! And that is the greatest joy and challenge Knockout has ever faced, but the best part was that he got to face it with Breakdown.

Yes, and ofc Breakdown loves the marks. Obsessed w them even–they belong to his super strong, soft, and hot hubby

As for Megatron’s burn marks, nope he does not feel them much at all, the burns were very deep and fried a lot of his nerves. It wasn’t always that way of course, healing took. years.

Optimus has seen every single one of his scars. When asked, Megs would talk his audial off telling Op the stories of each proud mark. Some range from petty fights with his brother long ago, some from his time in the gladiator pits, others from dumb youthful decisions, he's a story book ready for Optimus to dive into, he only needs to ask.

His first reaction to seeing them was of course shock, but secondly he felt truly sick. Of course at Megs, nor the melted, glassy flash, but the fact that someone could do something like that to another person. Megatron has long since been used to that look of shock, those who have seen it rarely can school their features–he eased the situation with yet another story.

The largest scar, his burns, now that is the one that everytime he talks about it, Megs cooks up a whole new story to pair it with. Megatron’s favorites are “I feel asleep in a hot spring” or “Fireworks and High Grade don’t mix” and “You see my dear Sir Orion, there is a reason why I am not allowed in any kitchen ever again so long as I live”. Optimus doesn’t really wonder anymore. He knows all too well that some well placed humor is just a mask for the too painful of stories. He does know that he has never seen a ‘burn’ scar quite like Megatronus’

“In a great flash of light, the Allspark disappeared and Left King Ultra and Megatron gravely wounded…” so the stories go. Those in the battle rumor that Megatron made a scramble for the Allspark and the artifact lashed at the unworthy King of daring to filthy it with his hands, King Ultra being too close, sadly being burned as well in It’s rage.

Megatron has his own side of the story. Not that many beyond the few trusted of his People he’s shared it with know the truth, perhaps one day the little Knight may be ready.

[mrsoftthoughts]

Maybe im late to do this

But I'm bored, so come with me to my rambling about my personal opinion towards some of Nico di Angelo ships and Rating each one

(Disclaimer: Nothing here goes with intention of offend someone,i always try to be respectful but if something that i say here sounds rude, feel free to tell, I never notice how bad can sound something until someone else points it out)

-Percico/ Nicerci 4/10

Honestly i admire the people that ship this and doesn't give a fuck about what other people say, some of the fan artist and writers make things soo good that should be in a museum

But it's not my personal liking, i only like this when its the exploration of Nico's unrequited crush on Percy , but i honestly I never liked when Nico and Percy had a 100% good relationship of any kind, because their dynamic is complicated at best ( i could talk about it for hours while im probably crying because both are pretty dear to me) and i prefer to think that now their are just "neutral" to each other ( see that part of my description that says "bittersweet relationships sucker" this is why is there) and all that extends to that i cant see these two in a romantic relationship

But that's all, is just not my personal liking, i don't mind the existence of this couple and once again, the people that makes content from them are really talented an deserve all my respect, you guys always come out with the best ideas for angst and i love that of all of you

-Jasico 9/10

They're Cute!! Honestly i don't have my own ideas for them but the Romantic content of these two 90% of the times it's good and i enjoy it ,I really value their friendship more that any other dynamic so i prefer them in a platonic way,but that doesn't mean that i don't get the vision, they really had potential and the people out there are using it

-Solangelo 5/10 or 11/10

The two rates exist because i honestly feel they relationship in canon as one of the worst ways that existed to make them a couple, it's obvious that they are supposed to be something cute and healthy, but all their development is out of screen and then they are just introduced as a couple when Apollo and meg made it to camp, some of their scenes leave me feeling that Nico is out of characters and also in order to give Will the rol of "protective boyfriend" Nico feels quite weak and Will doesn't get many chances of get out that role for being his own character, and he had a lot o potential

(And I'm not be talking about TsatS because is just all the fails of their relationship but multiplied by 1000, ooc, plot holes and toxic traits all around, it's not that bad as a read, but as canon content it is)

But as the saying goes "if you want something done right, do it yourself"

And that's exactly what I do with them, because in this housedhold we don't tolerate wasted potential of any kind, and they relationship deserved better , because honestly the things we know about them and their individual personalities just feels as a good mach and even if the things wouldn't be perfect, no couple it's at the start so it's ok

I also like them in a platonic way, but i think that just like i appreciate more platonic jason and Nico because that how i was introduced to them i lead more towards see them in a romantic one

So Canon gets 5/10 because " it's the tough that counts" ig?

And 11/10 goes for what they could have been ,should be in canon and are in my mind

( i talk abou my thoughts of them a little bit more in this Post if you want to check)

-Nicobaster 9/10

I know, it's a rare ship, but They can be interesting on any kind of relationship and why not make it romantic?? there's a lot of dynamics of where to chose and the alternative AUs that i see of them are great,Cthonic demigod X Cthonic demigod is a good base, I don't have much to say apart from that

Except that you can blame @drksanctuary content for make me like the ship in first place

-Valdangelo 4/10

Not a bad ship ig, i just don't see them as a couple and I don't even now why, i just can't see it , and i also have a pretty strong headcanon of Leo as aromantic so its hard for me to see him in Romantic relationships, but i have nothing against it so that's all

-Clovico 7/10

Another rare ship, one that I've seen around but honestly don't have a a lot to say, i like the little that we see from Clovis and i always like the Cthonic demigod X Cthonic demigod so 7/10 just due the lack of content

-Nico x literally any woman -80000000/10

I love Nicos platonic relationships with the womans in his life, can we keep that PLATONIC ??

[princesssarisa]

Character ask: John Brooke (if you're feeling up to do so)

Favorite thing about them: His steady kindness, gentleness, and dependability, and his devotion to Meg, their children, and his friends. Even as he takes on the role of disciplinarian with his children, he combines it with sweet tenderness, and he always wants Meg to be happy, even at his own expense. To say nothing of the way he helps the March parents and write comforting letters home to the girls during Mr. March's illness in Part I. He's an excellent man in general, with very little to dislike about him.

Least favorite thing about them: Probably his behavior in the jelly incident: laughing and joking about it when Meg is distraught (even if it is funny), and saying in annoyance that he'll never bring an unexpected guest home again. Unlike other readers, I don't dislike him for it, but it does show that he's human and not perfect.

Also, the fact that he eventually dies young in Little Men. So sad.

Three things I have in common with them:

*I'm intelligent and well-educated, as he must be to work as a tutor and a bookkeeper.

*I'm a kind, loving person, or at least I try to be.

*I like a simple, cozy life.

Three things I don't have in common with them:

*I'm female.

*I'm not married and don't have children.

*I don't enjoy talking about politics.

Favorite line:

From "Domestic Experiences," when he learns that Meg spent fifty dollars on silk for a dress – even though he's not happy, he makes no complaint, but tries to be cheerful about it for Meg's sake:

“Twenty-five yards of silk seems a good deal to cover one small woman, but I’ve no doubt my wife will look as fine as Ned Moffat’s when she gets it on."

From later in the same the same chapter, when he cancels his order for a new overcoat:

“I can’t afford it, my dear.”

Again, no complaint. No mention of the fact that it's because of Meg's silk purchase that he can't afford it. He just quietly gives up something he needs so Meg can have what she wants – which rightly moves her to repay him by giving up the dress so he can have his coat after all.

brOTP: The March, Laurence, and Bhaer families, and his own children.

OTP: Meg.

nOTP: His daughters Daisy and Josie.

Random headcanon: Having Laurie as a student helped to prepare him for parenthood, even though Laurie is only about six or seven years younger than himself. Handling 1-year-old Demi's tantrums would have been much more daunting if he hadn't already dealt with such a high-spirited handful of a teenage boy.

Unpopular opinion: I couldn't decide between these two common pieces of slander against him, so I'll cite both. Get ready for some long ramblings from the John Brooke Defense Squad.

He doesn't have anger issues. When Marmee advises Meg never to make him angry (which is problematic advice by modern standards, I'll admit), her message isn't "He's an unforgiving grudge-holder, so you'd better placate him," and it certainly isn't "You should be afraid of him." Her point is just that his anger is different from the temper that Meg (to an extent), Amy, and especially Jo have all inherited from Marmee: their anger is more fiery, but it dies just as quickly as it flairs up, while John's anger is quiet and repressed, but for that very reason it lasts longer. Later, when Meg feels "afraid of her husband" when she's about to reveal her extravagant silk purchase, she's not literally afraid of him – she's afraid of disappointing him. Nor does he "sulk" (to quote one essay I just read) after Meg says she's tired of being poor – he's hurt, but he tries not to show it, and just takes on more hours of work and cuts more corners to have more money. And in "On the Shelf," when Meg worries that he'll be "too harsh" with the naughty Demi, and when she feels anxious about leaving him alone with the twins, she's certainly not afraid he'll abuse them! She's just a soft-hearted new mother who can't bear to see her little boy unhappy – even briefly and for his own good – and who has never let anyone but herself take care of the twins and worries that John might accidentally hurt them. The essays and comments I've read about John's "bad temper" and Meg's "fear of him" seem to lack basic reading comprehension!

I don't think his behavior in "On the Shelf" is nearly as detestable as many readers do. In fact I don't think it's detestable at all. He's not jealous of Meg's attention to the twins – he adores his babies and begrudges them nothing. He just feels understandably ignored and lonely because Meg does devote nearly every waking minute to the babies and is afraid to let him or anyone else help her with them. Yet he doesn't complain or fault her for it at all, he just starts spending his evenings at a friend's house, with no idea that Meg minds his absence. For all he knows, she's glad to have him out of the way so she can focus even more on the twins, which she is at first: only later does she start to miss him, and even then, she never tells him how she feels. It's only her own stress that convinces her that he's being selfish, neglecting her, having fun while she slaves away, etc., and I don't understand why so many readers seem to take her perspective at face value and hate John for it. Honestly, I could write a whole volume about how and why that chapter is a healthy, progressive, feminist portrayal of a couple learning to co-parent and strengthening their marriage, yet too often is mistakenly viewed as problematic, oppressive, and anti-feminist instead.

Song I associate with them:

"More Than I Am" from the 2005 musical.

Favorite picture of them:

This illustration by Frank T. Merrill:

John Lodge in the 1933 film, with Frances Dee as Meg.

Richard Stapley in the 1949 film, with Janet Leigh as Meg.

Eric Stoltz in the 1994 film:

...with Trini Alvarado as Meg.

Julian Morris in the 2017 miniseries, with Willa Fitzgerald as Meg:

James Norton in the 2019 film, with Emma Watson as Meg:

[cabinofimagines]

A Graveyard Smash

and here is the last one of the year! Hope you guys enjoyed our shorter but still there Halloween fics :) Pairing: Platonic the seven + a bunch of other ones x reader Word count: 2k Warnings: none! -Asnyox < prev.

You didn’t know what to expect from the grove as a party destination, yet you were slightly blown away. You noticed how most of the decorations were themed around the destruction of nature- pollution was replicated by snack stashes for the satyrs (and perhaps some fauns from Camp Jupiter, you were certain you saw Don somewhere sneaking around), there were red and yellow lights all around, simulating fire and there were many skeletons (which, given how Nico had immediately left after the group call two days ago, probably was courtesy of him). You didn’t know how to feel about the possible real skeletons laying around, so you opted to ignore the possibility of Nico summoning them. 

However, you also saw that Meg and her siblings had deemed that to be a rather serious theme to decorate in, so here and there you found some more, handcrafted of reusable materials, generic halloween decorations. Except for carved pumpkins. There were so many pumpkins, but they were all uncarved. You guessed they didn’t want to show actual body horror to the dryads. There was some old-timey Halloween music playing, although you were unable to find any speakers. Guess the trees to really speak to you if you listen.  

As you saw Leo and Jason’s costumes you just knew that Leo had bribed Meg to know what the theme of the party would be like. He must have, why else would he think of these costumes? You had to admit, you didn’t know Leo owned a hat this tall, but you didn’t put it above him to have crafted it himself. 

“I don’t think the Onceler’s hat was that big?”  You walked up to the duo, “Or the Lorax’s mustache that big.”  

“I am lucky to not have to deal with the orange paint,”. Jason grimaced. Leo elbowed him. 

“Say the line Jason!”  Leo whispered, loudly. Jason sighed and deadpanned. 

“I am the Lorax! I speak for the trees!”  Jason tried to make a more spooky sound at the end of the sentence, after which Leo jumped forward, borderline belting.

“How ba-a-a-ad can I be?” Leo’s ‘be’ ended, somehow, on a S-tone so it rhymed with Jason’s phrase. He was grinning proudly. Jason tried to hide it, but he did seem to get amusement out of his friends' behavior. You laughed. 

“Jace, I have to be honest with you,” you looked at your friend, “I had a bet with Nico that you would be a tree. Will won though, he guessed the Lorax.”  

“You had a bet?”  Jason shook his head, “Let me guess, you do have a spare tree costume and want me to put it on so you win?”  You laughed again. 

“I wish,” you turned to Leo, “How is your hat staying up when it’s this tall?”  

“Support beams made out of metal rods and foam!”  Leo’s eyes sparkled, “carton in between, I can show you after the party, I swear it’s so structurally sound. Annabeth would love to know the skeleton of. this hat.”  Leo pouted,“ It’s too bad she has been so busy with school lately, she would have loved to work on this thing together.”   

“Everyone was suffering under me indeed,” you sighed dramatically, intentionally showing off your outfit. 

“Wait, you’re-“ Jason got up real close to one of your sleeves, “That’s my English essay! How the fuck did you get your hands on that!” Jason shivered, “I still haven’t heard back from it, I sure hope I passed.”  

“I shalt not say, dear Grace, whether you passed or not,”. You smiled, “However, I have my sources and thankfully an amazing artist who hand copied all of your work.” 

“Luckily I do not have anything on here,” Leo laughed, “Dying was the best decision for that.”

  —- 

You found two sheet ghosts with cowboy hats a bit further out, talking to each other. 

“But you’re so cute though!” Hazel exclaimed, “I’m sure Nico meant no harm.”  

“I know it was just weird seeing that.”  Frank sighed, “Hedge seemed really happy though.”  

“Boo!”  You yelled and the pair jumped up. After a second Frank leaned back. You couldn’t see his face underneath the sheet, but you figured he looked upset. 

“That’s our line (Y/n)!”  He faked exasperation. 

“Yeah! We’re the cow-boos after all!”  Hazel snickered while saying her phrase. 

“Cow-boo? Oh- I get it,”. You smiled, “Yeah that is funny.” 

“It doesn’t seem like that when you say that,”. Hazel sighed, “Well, what are you then?” 

“Oh, for you I have my left leg,”. You smiled deviously, “Praetor's have a lot of paperwork after all.” You held out your leg. Frank and Hazel moved their eye holes to see more clearly as they bowed down to take a look.

“Uh Frank,” Hazel hesitated, “I think we forgot something.” Hazel pointed at your knee, “I did not fill out this document which we had to hand in yesterday.” 

“I did uh, I did not either.”  

“Fuck” they said in unision. 

“Also how did you get these?” Hazel sounded panicked, “These are classified documents!” You laughed.

“Look, most of my costume is deadlines,” you added a spooky ‘ooooooohhhhhh’ to the last word, “but for you two I also choose to be a security breach. I can give you the name of the one who gave Calypso the files.” 

“That would be great.” Frank said, “Uh, Hazel, maybe we should quickly IM someone at Camp Jupiter about the deadlines we missed.”  

“Yeah, also (Y/n) you better hide your legs or we will steal your pants.” Hazel glared at you. You slowly backed away. 

“How about dinner first?” You joked, as you ran for it. 

——

You quickly weaved around the crowd, trying your best to get away from Hazel and Frank. You stumbled into what seemed to be the heart of a gathering. On one side of the circle you had Rock, Paper and Scissors. On the other side you had The Argo II, together with the seven demigod heroes who defeated Gaea. 

Except that Will was just standing on the side. You joined him quietly. 

“This was Nico’s plan?” You asked him and he sighed, 

“Yes and he stood on me being Percy.”  Will looked at you, “As if he wanted to rub in that Percy was his first crush.” 

“You look nothing like Percy though,” You laughed, “You’re blonde.”  

“Nico wanted to force me to wear a wig,” Will shook his head, “I opposed him, wigs are itchy.” Will smiled softly, “Although the Cocoa Puffs are adorable, and it warms my heart to see Hedge in his element like this.” 

“I look nothing like Will!” Percy’s voice sounded loudly. He seemed offended, “At least Frank looks really cute.”  Percy pouted. One particular Cocoa Puff puffed out their chest in pride. Nico stood in the middle of it all, dressed at what you assumed to be a Reyna costume, as Reyna stood next to him, dressed in Nico’s clothes. Nico could hardly stop smiling at the reactions to the Cocoa Puffs. You were about to ask Will something when

 “BAM!” Hege yelled as he hit you from behind with a blow-up bat, “YOU JUST GOT ARGO’ED!” 

“Amazing,” you looked Hedge up and down. He was wearing a boat around his middle, and on his head was a … Festus Hat? Hedge looked like an excited child. 

“Whatcha think, huh? Valdez even delivered on the hat!” Hedge let out an excited bleat, “Although it was all the kids idea,” he pointed at Nico, “I’m really happy to be included though! It’s been a while since all my cupcakes were in the same spot with me! And now I even got two batches! OH! I see Zhang over there, gotta hit him too!” And Hedge ran off. 

After a moment of silence Will and you locked eyes, and both started laughing. 

“He’s having a blast,” Will smiled, “Nico was right to get Hedge involved. How’s the scaring going?” Will turned to you. 

“Hazel and Frank are panicking about some forms they forgot and the security breach,” You grinned devilishly, “Jason is just mostly disappointed, and I still have to show the Rock, Paper Scissors trio my outfit.” 

—

Annabeth hated your outfit. Whether it was the fact that you got her only failing grade paper on the back, or the fact that she did not want to think about the last minute mistakes she made in two of the other papers she would not tell you. However, she did say she would find Leo to, and you quote, ‘definitely not set fire to your costume and ruin Calypso’s hard work’. Percy held in his laughter until Annabeth was out of earshot. 

“So where’s my work?” Percy eagerly looked around your jacket, and you pointed him towards  the sleeve. 

“Sally was eager to give it to me, she seems proud of your grades, even if they aren’t that high.” you said, and Percy had a bit of an embarrassed blush on his face. 

“Whenever I get a passing grade she keeps it,” Percy explained, “to remind me what I am capable of.” He was still inspecting your arm, but suddenly stopped, “Wait, is this- I wrote this when I was 7!” he was now a mess, “Please don’t tell me you read it.”

“I did, Percy.” you cackled crazily for a moment, “Percy Jackson or should I say Aqualad!  I am your embarrassing past!” Percy glared at you. 

“Just because I wrote a Aquaman and Little Mermaid crossover does not mean I wanted to BE aqualad (Y/n).” 

“I think it does,” Piper spoke up, “Also I appreciate the effort but I will not be looking for my work, thanks.”

“Aw, Pipes, come on,” you begged her but she shook her head. 

“Deadlines cannot be scary unless you face them, so I am procrastinating.”

“Unfair!” you glared at her, “Piper Mclean I will come for you! You can run, but deadlines always catch up to you!” 

After a moment of silence all three of you laughed. 

Your moment was interrupted by Meg calling for attention. She was dressed as Gollum, while Apollo stood next to her in a Frodo outfit. A bit further in the back stood who you guessed to be Grover from the satyr legs, dressed as Gandalf. 

“It is time to announce the winners of tonight's costume contest!” she yelled, and everyone cheered, “We have seen many amazing costumes, but one duo certainly blew us away.”

Percy, who still stood next to you, breathed out a soft ‘dam’.

“What? You really thought you would win with ‘Rock, Paper, Scissors’?” you whispered and he just looked at you.

“I could dream okay?”

“Please come forth!” Meg paused, “Gideon Nav and Harrowhark Nonagesimus!” After a moment, filled with cheers, Calypso and Thalia took the stage looking absolutely stunning and creepy. Calypso was dressed as Harrowhark, with intricate face paint and basically wearing a skeleton around herself. Thalia was Gideon, with more shabby facepaint, the iconic sunglasses and with a six feet claymore on her back. They both bowed, looking up smiling. 

“By my rules,” Meg continued after a moment, “You get to decide where to host next year, so where will it be?” 

Thalia and Calypso looked at each other and Thalia shrugged, “I don’t know where I will be with the hunt, so it’s up to you Calypso.” Calypso looked a bit panicked, before taking a deep breath. 

“I guess it will be at the Waystation then!” she announced, and there were loud cheers from the crowd. 

As the party resumed, you hoped Calypso would be earlier with the invitations than Meg had been. After all, working with deadlines was pretty scary.

[scribe-of-hael]

Wonder what would happen if TFA Optimus got yeeted into earthspark

Y'know it's gonna be funny between an unofficial prime with no holy tits and have no idea why the warlord having beef with Autobots meeting a prime with holy tits who also have history and make peace with megatron the slagmaker

Im so sorry for phrasing it this way it's just funny and my brain isn't braining anymore it's just a jello with lots of shenanigans-

I also love your writing ahaha

I love this so much omg ?

Tfa Optimus in my opinion is basically Orion Pax (in general any orion). Like who I imagine Orion to be before taking the matrix. He is sweet, loyal , brave but is still struggling to be this leader but he's trying his damn hardest to take up the mantle.

ES Optimus would immediately be so drawn to TFa oppi because that's him , literally who he was before, young and not alot of experience. But also sad that this oppi has had to go through so much in such a small time. The losses he has suffered. He feels for him so much.

They are dads btws. This is two big bot dads with dad jokes. A young dad and aolder dad that goes

"I've been at this for years watch and learn ~" //finger guns//

Does the sickest ax move you've ever seen

Tfa like "I WANA DO THAT TO?? TEACH ME PLZ?"

I do think TFA would think ES is a lil goofy but admires who he is and what all he's had to go through to get here. He hopes to be like him one day.

And I know TFa is probs just as big as ES. But funny to think he'd be smaller cause tfa Cons are just HUGE.

Also yes tfa may not have tits for days, BUT THOSE HIPS DONT LIE, #respectthehips lol

Now comes ES Megatron. Oh dear he's not use to this. When comes to the size and the fusion Canon on his arm. Tfa can't help but be uneasy. ES oppi would reassure him that this megs is ok and has changed. Its hard for tfa to wrap his mind around. So he trys to talk with him a little. Tfa oppi is a bit awkward but Megs sees he's trying so agrees.

He's so blown at the different personalities and history they share. Even a bit envious but happy that this Megatron saw the error of his ways and wnates to change. Meanwhile his was stuck as he was,, evil and murderous..

Megs is more than happy to show he's happy to talk. But hearing what tfa megs is like just makes him disgusted, particularly guilty as some traits he used to share maybe even struggles with right now.

But Megs is also like that Dad who's been around is trying turn his life around be there for the kids. Literally lol so Tfa Optimus and these two big boys get along well.

Bonus:

I know the kids would love TFa oppi so much omg. I cry.

I'm also happy you like my writing !!! Thank you so much

[themushroomgoesyeet]

It's time ladies and gentlemen

Arcana characters as Disney's Hercules

I promise not all of these are gonna be Disney themed lol I'm just a Muriel simp (if you couldn't tell) and when I originally came up with the Disney princess idea Muriel as Hercules started rotting a hole through my brain so here we are! Also, we're gonna get some side character/familiar action here as well, yay!

Asra, Nadia, Julian, & Portia - the muses

Are there other characters that these four could fit? Probably

Am I going to fit them there? No

Someone needs to be the muses, and I choose these 4

From left to right (since none of the muses are named) Portia, Julian, Nadia, & the last two get subsumed into Asra

Idk I think they'd have fun jamming out & watching Muriel do his thing

Lucio - Hades

Oh god I can hear the Lucio simps screeching at me in the comments already

But consider: am I wrong tho

Let's face it bro is the villain in every route but his own and the cynical, "better than thou" personality that they both share just fits so well

Plus this version of Hades is a Satan analog who makes binding deals with others for his own benefit, and doesn't that sound like a certain devil we all know?

Not to mention both of them are trying to escape the realms they've been assigned & make themselves god king of everything

Two words: ✨anger issues✨

Morga - Phil

And now we get to the fun characters outside the M6

I will admit, Phil is a lot nicer than Morga, but jaded older mentor figure trying to make up for failed prodigies fits

Plus, Morga was Muriel's mentor in his route

I feel like both also fit into the role of proud parent figure by the end of their respective stories

And both are disapproving of their pupil's romances lol

Inanna - Pegasus

Admittedly Inanna is a bit more no-nonsense than Pegasus is, but she can still be goofy and fun when she wants to

Incredibly supportive of their human companions, important assets in battle, their appearance started the main character on a path for a better and more fulfilling life

Not much else to say here it just works

Vlastomil and Volta - Pain & Panic

Honestly idk if I can fit Vulgora and Valdemar into the Hercules narrative, but at least I could get these two in here

Vlastomil is Pain and Volta is Panic; I realize both could probably fit into Panic's role as they are the more timid and mild mannered courtiers, but I've chosen things this way because Volta is a little bit more flighty and afraid to commit crimes like Panic, where as Vlastomil is a bit more bold (when he's allowed to be) and better fits Pain

There's also the whole shape shifting deal they can all do

Khamgalai - Zeus

This one.....is a bit weird ngl, I'm still not quite sure about it

Honestly this is the ONLY time I will conflate someone so near & dear to my heart with Zeus

Mostly this all fits into the "detached/secret family member" archetype

And....I mean Zeus in this narrative at least is actually very kind & caring, as well as a proud dad which is similar enough to Khamgalai to work ok

Plus they both act as a guide for the main character when they're trying to find/drifting away from the plot a little bit

Merf (my MC) - Meg

Ok

I know what you're thinking

And I'm going to state once again that I am a huge Muriel simp

My MC is also a self insert, and for as long as I can remember I've always identified the most with Meg, more than any of the other Disney women

Anyone who has read my fic, seen the stuff I've posted about my character either on this blog or others, or even just talked to me on the arcana discord started by @iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia can probably see that our personalities are very similar

Meg is very special to me as a character and I'm literally writing a post about mashing together my beloved and one of my favorite Disney movies, I'm not apologizing for conflating her with myself

[tr4sh-u]

My best friend and i recently had a sleepover and stuff and we decided to rewatch from ep 22-camp arc+fnafhs s2+watch fhs z3ro 4 the first time and DEAR GOD.

it showed me how fucking much i forgot some of the characters acted like and jesus christ, i've been blinded fully by my interpretations and my au because MAN did i end up fucking hating each fucking Meg scene. I tried having so much pity for her but once i got to rewatch the whole Toddy introduction to the toys i wanted so bad to pull those cotton candy emo hairs out of her skull.

First of all, she doesn't care jack shit about Bon and that makes me FURIOUS because he's her friend and although their relationship is just friendly, they should totally and FULLY have a deeper bond than just her talking to him sometimes and joking about his disaventures instead of helping him. FOR FUCKS SAKE HE GOT ATTACKED BY A BEAR AND MEG DIDN'T SAY JACK SHIT.

Meg cares more about some stupid competition and band than HER OWN FRIEND, and that fucking bothers me because the toys are supposed to be a band that at the same time is a supportive friend group who are there for eachother in tough times. How am i supposed to believe Meg cares about Bon when it feels like she has a knack for seeing the poor guy suffer?.

Also Joy for some reason also feels like she's bad but in a sense she's an enabler and altough supportive she still has the bad actitude though more subtle. idk if y'all get my point

it's like maybe a the other dad situation or maybe blue diamond type situation (kinda rusty w/ su i haven't watched it in a LONG time)

She's more subtle in a sense she doesn't show care about what happens to Bon physically and doesn't really do shit about Meg's behaviour, she totally understands Bon situation and ofc she's an amazing friend for Bon, but like still, when it comes to Meg it's like all that platonic love and support for Bon disappears and doesn't do anything about Meg, or even Toddy.

Yeah i know Toddy appeared bratty on her introduction to the band, but realise Joy literally said she doesn't mind her and even wanted her to stay, but as soon as Meg says "nah i hate this girl who i barely know just because she has a bad actitud (speak for YOURSELF) and doesn't play any instruments" Joy gets shut down and doesn't say jack shit??? Even though after Meg said that Bon was practically on HIS KNEES telling Meg to PLEASE include Toddy into the band, wouldn't idk Joy join Bon on his cause, like why doesn't she do anything about that and just watch?

I know i sound like a mad man who over analyses everything and i know i'm taking too seriously that scene, but seriously, Meg was really in the wrong for that and it never gets recalled afterwards or even slightly fixed, and Joy should've stood up more for Bon and Toddy as she would've probably very easily noticed how desperately Bon wanted Toddy to be included.

And don't even get me STARTED on the whole headphones thing, oh Meg it's over for you, you better lock those doors in that tax evasion house of yours, because once i catch you i'm getting you locked up in my basement and forcing you to crunch and mass produce art pieces and comics that i would later post as mine.

[calaisreno]

1895

Prompt: Time

Note: This is a small epilogue to The Traveller. With today's prompt, it was hard to resist visiting these two in the past. If you haven't read that story, all you need to know is that Holmes and Watson are time travellers from the future who have settled in Victorian England.

1895

John comes in from the street, his cheeks ruddy from the cold, his eyes sparkling.

Though the habit of using surnames has by now become automatic, Holmes finds that he still thinks of his flatmate not as Watson, but simply as John. While there are plenty of private moments when they can be more intimate with one another, in the daylight hours, he is Watson.

“Holmes!” Watson shakes the rain out of his coat and hangs it on the hook near the door. “What do you say we dine at Simpsons on the Strand tonight?”

“I can think of better ways to spend the evening, dear boy. It’s raining and chilly, and I would find moving off the sofa quite inconvenient, as I’m monitoring an experiment that must be precisely timed.”

“We must eat, though. And considering what day it is…” He raises his eyebrows. “I thought a little celebration might be in order.”

Holmes smiles, knowing exactly what day it is, but enjoying John’s expression. If he’s honest with himself, he never could have imagined John adapting so well to Victorian England. He sees his man frowning now, thumbs hooked into the small pockets of his waistcoat, the impressive moustache he’s insisted on growing twitching with a little smile he’s trying to conceal. Not a man out of time, as Holmes had feared, a man who would long for cell phones and talk telly and modern medicine, but a man who has immersed himself in this foreign time, becoming a perfect Victorian gentleman. 

“Celebration? New Years is long past, and my birthday as well. I’m not aware of that today is any holiday. It’s simply the twenty-ninth of January. Enlighten me, I pray, dear Watson.”

John chuckles and loosens his tie. “You know what day it is, Sherlock. It’s our anniversary. The day we met. I believe we celebrated with Chinese food.”

“Oh, indeed. But I am quite sure that hasn’t happened yet. 2010, was it?”

John toes off his shoes and sits beside him on the sofa, taking Sherlock’s bare feet into his lap. “One hundred and fifteen years from now. So, Simpsons?”

He pulls John into an embrace. “I had Billy obtain some of those meat pies you like, and there’s a bottle of beer we can split. I’ve been thinking of other ways to celebrate.”

“Hm.” John kisses his jawline. “Do you ever miss it? Do you ever think of going back?”

“Never,” he replies, shivering as John begins nibbling at his neck. “What about you? Are you ever sorry you came with me?”

“Not a bit. I have everything I need right here, in 1895.” He arches an eyebrow. “And if I’m not mistaken, you’ve planned some rather un-gentlemanly celebration for tonight.”

“I have.” For some minutes he allows John to unbutton his shirt and work his way down, kissing all the way. “Maybe we could celebrate first, work up an appetite?”

“Perfect.” 

“Thank you, John.”

“What are you thanking me for?”

“I was never a man of my own time, I think. I was always yearning for something, and I didn’t know what. That’s why I became a traveller. And then I found you.”

John hums. “And then we lost one another. But here we are, and have been for years now. I’ve never felt so at home.” 

He takes the beloved face in his hands. “Dear John, I believe I will be at home in any time, as long as you’re there beside me.”

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Thank you @notjustamumj for the prompt!

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[in1-nutshell]

I'm very sorry, but can i also request Buddy the terran who looks like Rumble ending up on Fearless Buddy Timeline?? If it isn’t to much.

So they arrive and everyone is taken aback about this kid. They don’t know each other, but Fearless feels kind of protective around them, so they became a Protector of Buddy. And Buddy protects Fearless as well.

There will be chaos and maybe Ravage will become a sibling for this kid. Buddy will feel safer around bots they know, like megs, and if Buddy explains the accident with shockwave and everyone realizes what the problem is and decide to tell Buddy about Rumble. What would happen??

Echo is back!

Fearless is adding another sibling on their list.

Hope you enjoy!

Echo meets Fearless on the Lost Light

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Cybertronian (Terran) reader, Human reader

TFE/MTMTE

After finding out about the groundbrigde, the rest of the Autobots and good members of G.H.O.S.T. had decided to repurpose it.

To use it for good as Mo said.

Echo honestly couldn’t care less about the groundbridge.

They were there for moral support for Nightshade and Hashtag.

Once it was time to test it out, Wheeljack flipped the switch.

The portal swirls were its normal colors and were stable… until they weren’t.

Echo holding onto some of the safety guard rails. Echo: “Hey guys? Is that normal?” The groundbrigde colors start to flux and change size. Nightshade and Hashtag holding on to the console for dear life. Hashtag and Nightshade: “NO!” Wheeljack holding on to the railing near the kill switch. Wheeljack: “Just hold on for a couple more nanoclicks and I’ll shut it down!” Agent Scholder: “AAAAAHHHHHHH!” The agent starts flying to the bridge. Echo: “Scholder!” They let go of the railing and start going after the flying human. Hashtag, Nightshade, and Wheeljack: “ECHO!” Echo grabs the human with one servo and launches him back to the others. They try grabbing the sides of the groundbrigde, but they narrowly miss and get pulled in as the portal closes.

  Meanwhile on the Lost Light… Fearless is walking down the halls with a mug of coffee in one hand and two energy drinks in the other. Fearless: “Finally! That super speed is as good as mine now!” The portal opens and Echo comes flying out. Fearless ducks and drops their concoction in the process. Fearless: “Great there goes my superhero origin story…”

Fearless was seriously thinking about having Magnus make them business cards for every bot or human from other universes visited the Lost Light.

That or have Brainstorm scan the multiverse and see why it is made of Swiss cheese.

It certainly was a trip between trying to explain the minibot (who had just realized their new fear of space) and trying to explain the portals/bridge works.

Echo was a bit hesitant to meet the rest of the crew members when Fearless brought the idea up, but ultimately relented.

Fearless and Echo walking side by side. Fearless noticing how tense the minibot was. Fearless: “There’s nothing to be scared about the crew. I mean, as long as we don’t get some bots mad.” Echo: “I’m not scared!” Fearless gives them a half teasing look. Fearless: “Its okay if you wanna hold my hand kiddo.” Echo: “… Are you serious?” Fearless without missing a beat grabs a hold of the minobots servo. They don’t let go.

Fearless brings them straight to Rodimus and Ultra Magnus.

Magnus feels a wave of déjà vu.

Rodimus happily greets the minibot to the ship.

Echo tries remembering some of the manners Mom had taught them and greeted them as politely as they could.

One pro about this universe was no ‘Rumble’ talks.

In comes in Megatron.

Echo nearly has whiplash seeing the giant grey mech. Rodimus and Magnus think that the bot is about to glitch. No one was prepared for them to sprint over to him with the happiest smile on their face. Echo: “Megatron! Finally, a familiar face!” Megatron gives Fearless a confused look. Fearless just shrugs. Megatron: “Hello? And you are?” Echo stands up straighter slightly puffing their chassis. Echo: “I’m Echo! I got shot out of a groundbride portal.” Megatron: “Ah! That makes sense.” Ravage shows up from behind. Echo immediately stands in front of Fearless glaring at the felicon. Ravage: “When did we get the new crewmate?” Echo: “YOU CAN TALK!?”

A crew meet and greet is called after 15 minutes of trying to convince Echo that Ravage wasn’t going to maul Fearless.

And an additional 10 minutes to convince Echo to let go of Fearless.

It comes to a compromise that Megatron and Fearless would always be nearby.

Fearless wasn’t blind seeing how Echo tensed seeing so many bots enter the room.

This was going to be eventful.

Magnus: “Number 3, you may ask your appropriate question.” Swerve: “What’s your alt mode and how did you get it?” Echo stands up and turns into their rover form before transforming back. Echo: “Dad calls it a ‘mini rover’ and got it from going through stuff in the barn.” Fearless raises and eyebrow but keeps quiet. Magnus: “Number 24." Nautica: “Who’s this ‘Dad’?” Echo smiles: “He’s the best dad in the world! He tells the best stories about the Great War and legends! Robbie and Mo sometimes voiceover the bots and cons when he’s ding the stories from the comics.” Murmur comes from the crowd. Magnus: “Number 15.” Drift: “Are your guardians humans?” Echo: “Yep! It’s Mom, Dad, Robbie, Mo, Me, Thrash, Twitch, Hashtag, Nightshade, and Jawbreaker. Then there’s the bots and some of the cons too, but they are like extended family.” Magnus: “Number 42.” Brainstorm: “When did you come online? Before, During, or after the war?” Echo: “Oh that’s easy! A little over a year ago.” Fearless spits out their orange juice and is in a coughing mess. Echo goes over and carefully pats their back, blissfully unaware of what they just unleashed in the crowd. Brainstorm: “Little over a year!?” Echo picks up Fearless, still rubbing small circles on their back, while going back to their seat. Echo: “Yeah? Technically I was the first one to come to consciousness...” Brainstorm: “What do you mean by that…?” Echo: “Well Robbie and Mo found some Emberstone, touched it and with the powers of I don’t remember, POOF! Me, Thrash and Twitch popped out of the cave water. Oh, and we need water to survive instead of that energon stuff. We can technically still drink it, but it burns faster—Woah! Is he okay?!” Brainstorm is on the floor twitching with Perceptor kneeling by also twitching.

Somewhere in the crowd… Whirl whispering to Cyclonus: “Do you know where Megs has those adoption paper?” Cyclonus raises his optic: “Why…” Whirl: “… I’m gonna steal that kid.” Cyclonus: “Whirl, no.” Whirl: “Whirl, yes!”

It took a while to get through the questions with the number of bots nearly short circuiting on the spot.

When they told them about Shockwave and what he had done, it just sealed the deal for the ‘Echo protection squad’.

They weren’t fond of the name but didn’t mind some bots looking after them either.

Megatron looked like he might have had a stroke when Echo mentioned Dot and that they shared history.

It’s a somber moment when Echo mentions Rumble to the crew, especially to the former Decepticons onboard.

None of them want to talk about it.

Fearless caught Ravage going to the communications hub.

They have an idea who he’s calling and leave him to it.

Speaking of Fearless…

As soon as Fearless got through Echo’s shell, the two were practically attached to the hip.

And CHAOS REIGNED.

The ship now belonged in the palms of their hands/servos.

Whirl has already begun his search for adoption papers and already dubbed little Echo as his kid.

No takes backies.

Magnus had to be taken to the med bay to get an IV of pure Common Sense attached to his frame after witnessing the shenanigans.

Another tearful goodbye was felt when Echo had to go back home.

Fearless chuckled to themselves as the portal closed.

Meanwhile in Echo’s universe…

Echo gets spat out into a pile of dirt. Echo standing up trying to shake and brush all the dirt. Echo: “Who leaves a pile of dirt in the middle—”

SLAM!

Jawbreaker slams into Echo in a fierce hug. Jawbreaker: “Echo you’re okay! You’re okay! You’re okay!” Echo wheezing feeling their frame dent but manages to pull an arm out to pat their younger sibling. Echo: “I’m here Jaws.” Rapid pedesteps start getting louder. Echo: “…This is how I’m gonna go out… drowned and squashed in my family’s hugs… Ha, bring it.”

[astrowaffles]

The Final Incident

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Listen, Gojo loves his kid with all his heart, he really does. Megumi is the best thing that ever happened to him - but, dear god, can he talk.

“I think we’d better get some sleep now, Megs,” he tried, standing up and attempting to shake the pins and needles out of his legs.

“But I’m not done!” Megumi complained. “We haven’t even started on the Cretaceous period yet!”

“How did such a long word come out of your tiny mouth?” asked Gojo, amazed.

“My mouth isn’t tiny, it’s huge,” Megumi informed him, opening his mouth as wide as it could go. “See?”

“I do see, and I wish I didn’t,” Gojo sighed. “Lie down.”

Megumi reluctantly wriggled down until he was lying flat on his bed. Gojo pulled the covers up and over him, then carefully tucked it around Megumi’s sides.

“Comfy?”

Megumi nodded.

“Alright then. Snuggle down and go to sleep, alright?”

“Do you wanna hear a Cretaceous fact?”

Gojo sighed heavily.

To anyone out there who is thinking about having kids, Gojo has one piece of solid advice to give you.

Don’t.

Don’t give birth. Don’t adopt. Don’t even babysit. It might start out okay, all sunshine and rainbows and newly decorated rooms, but soon enough they’ll be ten years old and you’re sat on the floor of their bedroom at 3am listening to them ramble about different species of dinosaur.

And, listen, Gojo loves his kid with all his heart, he really does. Megumi is the best thing that ever happened to him - but, dear god, can he talk.

“I think we’d better get some sleep now, Megs,” he tried, standing up and attempting to shake the pins and needles out of his legs.

“But I’m not done!” Megumi complained. “We haven’t even started on the Cretaceous period yet!”

“How did such a long word come out of your tiny mouth?” asked Gojo, amazed.

“My mouth isn’t tiny, it’s huge,” Megumi informed him, opening his mouth as wide as it could go. “See?”

“I do see, and I wish I didn’t,” Gojo sighed. “Lie down.”

Megumi reluctantly wriggled down until he was lying flat on his bed. Gojo pulled the covers up and over him, then carefully tucked it around Megumi’s sides.

“Comfy?”

Megumi nodded.

“Alright then. Snuggle down and go to sleep, alright?”

“Do you wanna hear a Cretaceous fact?”

Gojo sighed heavily. It wasn’t really a question, more a forewarning. “Go on then.”

“Did you know that t-rex’s and megalodons existed at the same time?”

What the fuck is a megalodon? “Oh? Did the t-rex eat the megalo- the other thing?”

“No! Megalodons lived in the sea, Toru! And they’re much bigger than a t-rex. Didn’t you even know that?”

“Not all of us can know as much as you, Gumi. You’re my little fact dispenser, aren’t you? But-“ he added, before Megumi could keep talking, “Only when it’s morning. It’s late now. Go to sleep.”

“Can I have a pet dinosaur?”

“Not if you don’t go to sleep.”

“If I go to sleep, can I have a pet dinosaur?”

“If you sleep for seven nights at a reasonable time, you can have a pet dinosaur.”

Megumi immediately wrapped himself up in his covers and closed his eyes. “I’m starting now. Night, Toru.”

“Night, Megs,” Gojo smiled. He reached down to ruffle Megumi’s hair. “See you tomorrow, not too early.”

“Not too early,” Megumi agreed, even though he’d be up at 6am whether Gojo liked it or not.

Gojo turned out the light and closed the door behind him.

As he made his way down the hallway to his own bedroom, he took a last look at his phone. Two messages from Shoko, definitely drunk and almost definitely making fun of him; one from Yaga, left over from Friday. It was probably about work, and Gojo refused to read it. There was also a reminder, which had pinged at about 11pm and been left ignored while Megumi spouted not-so-fun fun facts about how they removed the brains from mummies in Ancient Egypt.

Make training plan!!!!! it read. Which is when it hit Gojo, like a brick to the oesophagus.

He needed to start training Megumi.

Don’t get him wrong, he’d made a start. There was a gallery of cans in the shed, artfully crushed and twisted by Megumi’s cursed energy. He’d even stopped Megumi accidentally summoning huge shikigami that he couldn’t control after The Incident, when a huge black thing had appeared on Tsumiki at the breakfast table. She couldn’t see it, of course, but Gojo and Megumi could - they’d majorly freaked out, and probably scarred the poor girl for life.

All in all, Megumi was way ahead of every other ten-year-old sorcerer, which was becoming a major problem.

Not only was Megumi ahead in technique, he had ridiculous amounts of ability and power. If he didn’t start serious training soon, something would explode – possibly Megumi himself. He’d already mastered controlling his output of cursed energy, but his poor body couldn’t deal with the energy he was storing inside (which is why it had been leaking out 24/7 and forcing Gojo to put a barrier round the house).

The main issue therefore was: how do you train a ten-year-old?

Gojo had been training at ten. He’d been training long before that, but Gojo wasn’t about to inflict that on the poor kid.

Think, Satoru. What do we need to focus on?

He thought back to before Megumi had full control. Shikigami everywhere. Cursed spirits following them around. Weird noises in the middle of the night that freaked Megumi out, but Tsumiki didn’t notice. Occasionally, an elder sorcerer trying to recruit Megumi into some cult or other.

When Gojo looked at Megumi, sometimes it was like looking in a metaphorical mirror.

So, he was decided. First up, Megumi had to learn how to summon.

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“Why are we out here?” Megumi asked. For the third time that day.

Gojo rubbed his eyes, like that might get rid of the dark circles. “So you can do your training.”

“I don’t see any cans, though,” Megumi pointed out. He swivelled carefully to look all around the empty space. “Or anything, really.”

“That’s because you don’t need them anymore,” Gojo told him. “You can already control and direct your cursed energy. So now, we have to direct it to somewhere.”

“To where?”

“Into your technique,” said Gojo, which was a horrible explanation, but what could he say?

“You mean, into the shadow animals?”

“The shikigami, yeah.”

“I don’t control them, though. They just appear.” Megumi thought for a minute. “Except the dogs. They come when I call them.”

“What, really?” For a split second, Gojo was impressed. Megumi had gained control of a shikigami, seemingly by accident, and probably without even fighting it.

Then he remembered all the times a shikigami dog had knocked him over, destroyed the furniture, or stolen his food.

Megumi seemed to have remembered this too. “Uh, no, not really. It just … uh, feels like I can … sometimes …”

“Well, whatever, I’m not here to yell at you,” Gojo shrugged, although he would be dog proofing the apartment when he got back. “I’m here to teach you how to summon and control them.”

“How would you know?” Megumi asked, which was a fair question. “You can’t summon or control them, can you?”

“I can’t. However, I know … the basics…? Whatever. You’ll work it out. We just have to figure out a way to channel your energy.”

“Like, create a laser beam?”

“I guess?” Gojo was utterly confused at what relevance that had, but if Megumi knew what he was doing, that’s all that mattered. “We need a way to call on your energy and let you use it, rather than just regulate it. Unfortunately, it’s all down to the individual person, and no-one’s had your technique for years. So, we have to try a few different ways and see what works.”

“How will we know if it works?”

“You will have summoned a shikigami. And if we can defeat it, it’s yours. For life.” Unless it died. But Gojo wasn’t about to say that.

“If I defeat it, it’s mine? Like Pokémon?”

Aha. Gojo was young enough to understand that. “Exactly like Pokémon. I’m going to remind you of that when you’re old and you think it’s embarrassing.”

“Pokémon will never be embarrassing,” Megumi said confidently, and widened his stance. “How do I summon something?”

“Uh… do what feels natural?” Gojo offered.

Megumi scowled.

Over the next three hours, they tried literally everything -  channelling energy through objects, dance moves, bits of plant, words, water, and even recreating that old faithful technique, the can crusher. All that came out of it was learning that Megumi had really, really good dance skills.

“Maybe we could try stuffed animals or something, since you’re summoning animals – sort of,” Gojo suggested.

Megumi sat on the ground and scowled even harder. “Since you’re so clever, how do you channel energy?”

“Ah, well, my technique is in my eyes,” Gojo explained.

“Is that why you keep them covered?”

“Kind of. I can see and sense everything, so it gets very overwhelming.”

“So, to channel your energy, you just uncover your eyes? You can’t do anything with them covered?”

Well, there was his Infinity, of course. But Megumi was making a good point.

Thinking hard, Gojo went through the motions of using his technique, careful not to channel any energy. It was a comfortable feeling, done many times before; it had become muscle memory, so he let his body go through the motions without really thinking about it. He was almost done when Megumi shouted, “Aha!”

“’Aha’, what?”

“Aha, you use your hands!”

Gojo looked down. Megumi was right; he’d forgotten, since he did it unconsciously now, but he did use his hands to channel his energy.

“Why didn’t I think of that? Well done, Megs!” He ruffled Megumi���s hair. “You wanna try it? Or are you too tired?”

“I wanna try it!”

“Alright then. It won’t be the same as mine, so just do something that feels comfortable.”

“Uh, okay.”

Finger gun. Peace sign. Shadow puppet fish. Clenched fists. Flat palms. Linked fingers. Holding hands with Gojo. (“It might help you to concentrate!” Gojo explained, grabbing Megumi before he could run away). The Naruto hand sign. Shadow puppet rabbit.

“Ooh, that one looked good,” Gojo enthused. “Try more of those.”

Shadow puppet snail. Shadow puppet llama.

“I liked that, make it fancier!”

“Stop with the running commentary,” Megumi huffed. “It’s distracting.”

Shadow puppet eagle. Shadow puppet ostrich.

Shadow puppet dog.

Gojo, hands cupped over Megumi’s in order to sense any leak of cursed energy, let out a squawk. “That one worked! That one worked! Try again! Really focus this time!”

Megumi took a deep breath, carefully folding his fingers into the shape of a dog’s head. He closed his eyes and concentrated, hard.

Gojo could feel something like a controlled column of energy rolling from Megumi’s fingertips, but nothing else seemed to be happening.

Eventually, Megumi seemed to be tiring; Gojo patted his hands to let him know he could stop.

“Good work today,” he said, and Megumi rolled his eyes. “What, I’m not kidding! We got really far today. Keep practicing – OUTSIDE the house, please. We’ll try again next week.”

Megumi dropped his hands back to his sides, shaking them a little. Gojo carefully wafted the cursed energy away so it didn’t solidify into something bad. Like a curse.

“Are we going home now?” Megumi asked. Gojo patted his head.

“Yup.”

“Can we get ice cream?”

“Yup.”

“Tropical?”

“Megumi. You’re allergic to mangoes.” “Worth it.”

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Hi! First of all I hope you are having and amazing day/night! I happened to find this little blog that his helping demigods to find their godly parents and as someone who really unable to solve their own personality I would be very happy if you could help me out too!

Sooo somethings about myself:

1) I study at the univeristy at the moment for two different professions (One is Gastronomy and Culunary Art while the other one is Ethnography)

2) My hobbies are drawing, listening music, reading, writing, swimming, hiking, cooking, conduct research on history and cultures and doing some little crafting projects. Most of the people who knows my hobbies often tells me that I'm good at drawing and writing. Also from some experience I'm pretty good at acting too

3) I have an interesting connection between kids and animals. Somehow I make most of the young kids relaxed and happy when I take care of them. Same could go for animals too. Many of my acquaintances said that veterinary medicine or teaching could be good professions for me when choosing a department but I really didn't want to leave my love for researching.

4) I mostly have a mixed taste when it comes to music but most of my playlists consist of alternative singers and music groups. My fave Alt music category is Glam Rock, I can listen any kind of Glam Rock for ours.

5) My love languages are speding quality time and giving gifts.

6) My social life is kind of weird tbh. Most people a little shy about approaching me. One of my close friends actually straight up told me that I was looking so intimidating and happy while being alone that she got scared to approach me for a while. But in realty I'm just afraid that I won't make a good impressions in people (I thing this is some kind of anxiety ?). Also I'm not very good at endure people who are not willing to develop or do good things for themselves, "stupid" people (which there is a lot of them in my country) in my book so whenever I get in a chat with them I somehow use my expressions more than normal so that they understand I don't wish to talk with them.

7) I have this weird thing about my look. I don't like to be standard. Just as I can express myself with my clothing, I think I can do the same with my body. That's why I like tattos, colored hairs, piercings and such. Also some little step to achive my thought made me realize I was and am genderfluid. Soo I think it was also a win win.

Hello camper! Glad to be of help 😌 honestly I had the same problem, and then as soon as I got input from others I was like "wait yeah it really was obvious" 😅😅😅

Ok so I had to do some research BUT

I reckon you're a Demeter kid. Demeter is traditionally goddess of the harvest, but she is also the goddess of culinary arts. Although it's not explicitly stated, I'm so very sure the Demeter kids are the most multicultural cabin. You can't tell me that Demeter doesn't travel all over the world to see all the different crops and plants and dishes other countries have, even if her home base is still America. She's also the goddess of fertility and her children are natural nurturers (despite what dear Meg McCaffrey may make you think), which makes sense why babies and animals are drawn to you.

Well, child of Demeter, welcome to Camp Half Blood! Cabin 4 is unfortunately still under construction, although hopefully it'll be finished soon - for the time being, you'll have to continue camping out in Cabin 11. On the up side, Miranda Gardner, head counsellor of Demeter Cabin, has just negotiated that her and her siblings get a section of the cabin exclusively to themselves, so that should be more comfortable. I'm honestly not sure how she pulled that off, although I will say I saw Meg walking around earlier with an extremely smug look on her face... and some shiny new steel-toed boots...

[bittersweetstargazer]

and all the heights that I could reach

fandom: trials of apollo

characters: Apollo, Meg, Will, Nico, Kayla, Austin, mentioned Cabin 7 members in the background

words: 1.2k, unbetaed

Meg was staring at me. Normally, this would be off-putting, but considering who was performing said task, I didn't think it was of much concern. I was more interested in talking to Cabin 7, my precious children who I hadn't seen or talked to in months. And they were worried for my too, bless their hearts.

I couldn't ever fool myself into believing that Meg had even the slightest amount of intrigue when faced with Austin's music playing abilities or Kayla's improvement in archery, but maybe the wonders of being paired with a (former) god had caught up to her.

Or she was just being obnoxious.

I couldn't say that I knew Meg very well (we had, after all, only met when I was mugged by some annoying mortals) but from what I had seen so far, staring seemed exactly like something she would do.

After a few long minutes of this cruel and unusual behavior, I simply could not ignore it any longer. It was bothering me more than it should have. I was a (former) god, after all, why would I be worried about mortals staring at me? Wouldn't it be a sign of my apparent ugliness radiant glory? I didn't think I'd want to know what Meg was thinking in that moment.

Unfortunately, or maybe it was fortunate, I was informed against my will.

(And didn't that remind me of my beautiful son, Will?)

"Hey, Lester." Meg said, although 'said' was simply a calmer version of 'butting in mid-conversation'.

"Yes, dear Meg?" I replied, not entirely upset or surprised to see a scowl form on her face.

"Don't call me that." She ordered. "Why'd you tell me that you trained Perry? Isn't-"

"Percy." I reminded her.

"Shut up." My mouth was (figuratively) glued shut. "Isn't this the place that teaches demigods to swing swords 'n stuff? Why is the other goddy guy here instead of you?"

I watched her expectantly, waiting for the moment she realized that I had to be quiet in response to her orders.

"Well?" She demanded.

"Er, Meg, he can't speak." Will spoke up, defending me against my captor (and isn't he such a sweetheart?).

"Shut up," She stuck her tongue out at Will, who huffed and continued eating his breakfast. Meg turned back to me.

"Talk." She ordered, and I had no choice but to speak. However, I would've spoken whether or not she had ordered me to be silent, so it was a win-win for me.

"Well, it was I who originally trained Chiron, a few thousand years back. I taught him-"

"Wait, wait, wait." Nico held his hand up. I raised an eyebrow as he continued speaking. "You taught Chiron? I figured he managed to learn all those skills himself or something."

"No, Nico di Angelo, I was Chiron's teacher. I taught him all the important skills a demigod should know. Archery, healing, and how to use swords and other blades that would come in handy in a fight. When I was certain he had learned all I could teach him, I led many mortal heroes to him so he could pass on the knowledge I lent him. Essentially, I started Camp Half-Blood." I told them.

My children + Nico and Meg looked stunned at this information.

"The more you know." Austin said, staring at me with wide eyes.

"Indeed, dear Austin! I was also first person to think of Satyrs finding Demigods. I knew that there'd be too many in the future and they'd find themselves in danger too often to be able to find their way to the Camp. So, I sent a group of satyrs and led them to Chiron. I was also the god who created the magical border that protects you mortals from the outside world." I informed them, seeing the beginning of smiles forming amongst my children, especially thr ones who were silently listening. Surprisingly, Will had a small frown on his face. It seemed almost impossible, as I was incredibly talented at telling stories! Maybe I should've put it in song? It would be a bit difficult as my godly abilities in song-writing have greatly decreased, but maybe-

"Well, shouldn't you be the patron God? Why does Zeus control Camp Half-Blood?" Will asked me. I raised my eyebrows, as I was not expecting this question. To this, I silently cursed Zeus for taking away my prophetic abilities.

"Well, dear Will, Dionysus' punishment certainly put a halt to things. I was already partially prevented from visiting Demigods due to Zeus' law-" I rolled my eyes at this. "- but Dionysus' presence at the camp meant I wasn't needed too often and couldn't spent as much time there as I used too. The final event was when Thalia sacrificed her life and was turned into a tree by Zeus. Since it was technically her, now, who protected the Camp, I had no more jurisdiction here anymore. Zeus was 100% in control." I finished.

The table was silent for a few seconds. I figured that they were holding back applause or sobs, but the apprehensive look on their faces baffled me. I mean, the story was perfectly clear, and Meg hadn't even interrupted me! Although, that might very been because she started gorging herself on food when I started talking. She stopped, however, and turned to me, food covering her mouth in a way that made me want to sanitize my face.

"Er, Meg, you have a little-" I gestured in the general direction of her face. "Yeah."

"I don't care." She declared. "Why did Zeus kick you out?" She squinted at him. "Maybe you deserved it."

"Names are very powerful, Meg. It would do you wise to remember that the next time you throw out a God's name casually." I warned her. "But, personally, I think it was his paranoia. I have very many domains, as you know, such as music, poetry, prophecy, the sun, youth, shepherds, cowards, healing, plagues, archery, and others. I was obviously a very powerful god, almost as powerful, if not more powerful, than Zeu- than my father." I took a sip of my drink. "After the time me and a few other gods attempted to overthrow him, he was extremely cautious of me. Unfortunately, these past few years I've lost a lot of power, and some of the gods have been weaker, as not many people worship us recently. It also kind of ties in to what happened with Gaea."

"Gaea?" Kayla asked, speaking up for the first time in a while. "How does this tie in with Gaea?"

"Octavian." I admitted, ashamed of what I had tried to do.

"That conniving son of a-"

"Language." I rebuked, looking at Will disapprovingly.

"What did you do with Octavian?"

"I figured if the Romans worshipped me more, I would gain more power. I've realized my mistake since then, but I do still think that turning me mortal was an unfair punishment, and that blaming me for Gaea rising was completely idiotic!"

Thunder rumbled in the background. I paled slightly, muttering an apology under my breath.

"I still try to help Demigods, but there's not much that I can do now." I shoveled food into my mouth, an excellent imitation of Meg, in order to avoid answering questions my children might ask of me.

Thankfully, they all exchanged glances and left me to my food, striking up a conversation within each other and avoiding the topic that clearly had many of them, if not all of them, riled up with righteous anger in my honor. I teared up slightly, the love for my children bubbling up my chest.

I wouldn't trade them for the world.

[pragmatic-optimist]

Sonia, I'm roping you in with an ask even though you're not always here (miss u, love u) 💜 we know you are the romcom QUEEN - give us your top 5 favourite romcoms!

Hi friend, thanks for this totally not difficult-at-all question. Lol.

Okay, as you know, I can’t ever answer anything succinctly. I am going to take this opportunity to plug this nonfiction book I’m listening to on audio, titled “From Hollywood with Love: The Rise and Fall (and Rise Again) of the Romantic Comedy.” –highly recommend it to anyone who is a rom-com nerd like me.

The book asks the following question to determine what can be considered a romantic comedy:

“If you removed the love story from this movie, would you still have a movie? If the answer is no, it’s a romantic comedy.”

With this question in mind, here is my list (not in ranking order, I’m just listing them as they come to me.) Also, yes, this means I can’t list the 2000 gem that was Miss Congeniality. That is my #1 favorite Sandy movie. Not to worry, though, Sandy B. still makes the list.

Here we go:

Serendipity: The trope. NYC as a character. The cast—John Cusack, Kate Beckinsale, John Corbett, Molly Shannon, and the illustrious Eugene Levy who stole all of his scenes as the Bloomingdale’s employee making John Cusack’s life miserable lol. It’s just so good. It’s peak rom-com in the early 2000s. Those of you old enough to appreciate that era of rom-coms will know exactly what I’m talking about. It’s one of my all-time favs. 👏🏽

Two Weeks Notice: Sandy B. Listen, I had to work hard not to make every movie on this list a Sandra Bullock-starring film. I feel like choosing your favorite rom-com actress from the 90s/2000s is a little like choosing your boyband team from that same era. I am Team Sandy B. all the way. (No disrespect to Julia and Meg, and so many others who also made movies I loved.) I love Sandra in this movie opposite Hugh Grant, she’s so smart and so funny. The premise of this movie is actually one I still hold out hope for seeing written as firstprince fanfic someday. Sandra is an environmental lawyer who goes to work for a billionaire’s company in order to save a community center that is very dear to her. There are aspects of that plot that I think Alex and Henry would fit into, and aspects to tweak because I don't think Henry would be quite as arrogant or bumbling as Hugh's character. I could talk about this at length lol.

Definitely, Maybe: Again – the cast. Ryan Reynolds. Isla Fisher. Rachel Weisz. Abigail Breslin. The trope/premise?? So good. I love how it jumps through time and shows us how second chances present themselves in our lives. It’s just a really lovely film and probably my favorite Ryan as a rom-com leading man, though The Proposal is a close second.

Hitch: This movie had me in tears, both from laughter and emotions. Also, the scene where Will Smith is teaching Kevin James’ character how to dance. Iconic. "I'm making the pizza!" “Don’t need no pizza, they got food there!” 😂

My Big Fat Greek Wedding: Windex. Nia Vardalos and John Corbett, watching their characters meet and fall in love. Just so damn dreamy. 😍 I also really love how this movie portrays that when you choose a partner, you’re also choosing their family. 💖

Set It Up: I know this is six lol. But I had to add in a movie post-2010. I love this one so much. I know a movie has become part of my personality when I start adopting the dialogue into my everyday vernacular lol. “I overdicked” is said A LOT. 😂 Also GLEN POWELL. 😏

Thanks for the nice ask! 💕