#will probably make a papercraft of this later

[sashabarkov]

just chillin’

[samuelturn]

Aight so now that I have finished Brothersong I have THOUGHTS on further logistical breakdowns of how Green Creek could be adapted to a GLAAD Award-Winning HBO TV show. Spoilers so here is a cut for anyone who wants to be fresh to the series.

PRE-PRODUCTION

OKAY SO! The filming block for Season 1/Wolfsong would MOST LIKELY be the biggest, especially for scenes involving younger versions of the actors. As these are spread out across, like, all four books, some are just “scene we’ve seen but from a different perspective or with ‘Dream Seauence VFX’ so we just need more blocking/extra takes to make it all seem believeable using B-roll” to “yeah this requires Young Thomas and various child actors so we’re filming this beforehand so that everyone looks the same when these scenes come up later” to “ah hell we gotta shave their heads anyways might as well film the revenge road trip.” Thus, basically everyone but, like, Dominique would have to be cast by Season 1, and probably all of Season 1 and half of season 2 would need to be written and finalized and drafts/outlines of Season 3 and 4 would need to be made before casting would begin. Writer’s room would include TJ and a racially-diverse LGBT staff.

Caswell wouldn’t need to be fully built but enough of a location would be needed to film individual scenes with the younger actors and scenes set in the big house at Caswell (ie arguments between Mark and Thomas, Joe being taken, Thomas in the woods with the kids, Thomas writing the letters)

Title sequence would be based on the lovely new covers for the hardcover editions from Tor. They’d get longer with each season and by the end we see the whole pack in the papercraft style of the covers.

CASTING

Yeah we’d need a big ass cast. With multiple actors to play different characters at different ages.

Babies:

Carter, Kelly, Joe, maybe also Gavin depending on things

Children:

Gordo, Gavin, Mark, Rico, Chris, Tanner, Carter, Kelly, Joe, Robbie

Young Adult (ie Teen to Mid 20s) and Adult (ie by the Rough Present of when Ox first discoveres the secret of the Bennetts)

Basically everyone else

The tricky part will be that, yeah, there will probably need to be different actors for 20s Thomas, Elizabeth, Mark, and Gordo because while a 20-something can play 16 or so, its harder for 30-40 year olds to play 20-something. The upside being that an older actor CAN play Gordo for the scenes after Ox’s dad leaves (also Ox’s dad will need a name lol). You would need to switch to older actors for the Bennett kids and Ox basically once Ox graduates high school. But then you can keep all the same actors for the rest of the “present” set scenes. Osmond, and Robert Livingstone would also need younger actors. Richard Collins would only need one actor he’s barely in the flashbacks as it is.

STRUCTURE/PLOT RAMBLINGS

There are a few things that would need to be done in order to improve the pacing for TV, imo. Mainly, that the handing off of Alpha of All to the Fairbanks pack needs to feel more earned and less semi-random. Like, show them taking in Omegas at the end of Season 2, have them be allies at Caswell in Season 3 and the final battle in Season 4. Flesh them out a bit more. Also some continuity smoothing would be needed (ie clarifying that Gordo refused Mark’s MATE bite not Thomas’s BECOME WOLF bite).

Some more forshadowing of Robert’s failsafe in Season 2 would help. Obviously SHOW Gavin’s timber wolf in the attack on Jessie (and ideally have the actor be the body actor wearing the CGI ball suit moving all wolf-like in the scene) in Season 1.

I’d personally add in more of a wrap-up in Caswell at the end of Season 4. And also an extended aftermath scene or episode after Ox’s resurrection. Joe’s wolf is still bigger than almost everyone else, but not as big as it was when he was Alpha. One thing that I’d ask to be added is, maybe with the death of Robert and the ressurrection of Ox there’s a big ass magic pulse and we get a follow-up with the new Alpha of All from Alaska training Betas who have become Alphas thanks to Mystical Moon Magic as they rebuild packs across the continent. Idk the story needs more of a denumont. Alpha of All making more of an effort to try and bring Omegas back from the brink before just automatically deciding to kill them.

Dominique could have human bite marks on her to show thar Jessie tried to “Mate Bite” too even as a human. Bambi and Rico too.

He/They Gavin? Maybe? Gavin feels very he/they. Also Elizabeth showing affection to Maggie (hey if we’re gonna imply that Thomas and Richard had a kind of romantic love for each other in Brothersong before he went Omega Lizzie can make side-eye at Maggie).

Show more of the three year gap between Ravensong and Heartsong (not a lot but more than just one bit when Robbie is kidnapped). And the new story in the deluxe hardcover books too. The myth or whatever. That can be animated in a sketchy style (think Princess Kaguya or Wolfwalkers) with VO from Elizabeth.

Anyway rambling over I love these books so much. TJ I woudn’t say no to a LIGHT DRAMA/mostly fluff 5th book or short story. Maybe from Chris or Tanner’s perspective? Or Jessie’s?

[foolishfoolsgold]

I am TRYING SOMETHING NEW

I never talk about her so I should probably introduce again: this is Verdant, a lactobacillus and the main character of my elsewhere fic which I’ve decided to call Cells at Work: Rhapsody Chasers! No more placeholders, finally a name I would scream from the mountaintops

Ok so I wanted to make clay sculptures but that was starting to feel like a chore because it would keep falling apart between sittings and I’d feel rushed the whole time because it kept drying and they always end up falling apart anyway with time. Good for making little drawing references for weird angles but not ideal for a decorative piece I can sit and stare at half a year later. Or maybe I’m just a dumbass about preserving sculptures idk. Then on the drive back from work last night I remembered that I used to be OBSESSED with papercrafts, especially the showy Pokémon ones. So I decided to get back into it, but with a twist: no templates, no printing, just a box full of recycle paper scraps, a pencil, and my mod-Podge covered fingers. I’ve been having a blast honestly, it’s going a lot faster than I expected! I wanna have a whole shelf of these now. I WILL be posting updates I’m having so much fun w this. ID under the cut.

[Start ID: four images of a white paper sculpture from different angles, with a pointed snout, fins on the back of the head and elbows, webbed talons, and sharp cheek bones that stick out straight. Only the head, torso and arms are shown, the rest is absent. The fifth image shows what this character is supposed to look like, she’s green and has a yellow tee shirt, khakis, wired earbuds, teal eyes, and a big finned tail. End ID.]

[partycrashedd]

☆~ Funky intro post ~☆

Hey, I'm partycrashedd, with two ds because I'm a bastard who forgot the password to my old account!1!!1

I do art occasionally, typically traditional, but the occasional digital art, and mostly to do with mcyt!

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Things I like:

Life SMP, Empires SMP, bfdi, bfdia, bfb, tpot, inanimate insanity, bugbo, Scott pilgrim, spooky month, eddsworld, tally halls internet show, hfjone, the hunger games, warrior cats, murder most unladylike, cinematography, composition, geography, bracelet making, lemon demon,tally hall, the hoosiers, sleep deprived podcast, iDKHOW, slimecicle, jschlatt, will wood, regretevator, the good place, untitled town sandbox, the crane wives, jack stauber, night in the woods, pokemon, super phantom cat, weezer, friday night funkin, sELF, tower world, papercrafts, beabadoobee, chappell roan, stardew valley, gravity falls, cat genetics, echinoderms, and probably a shit more stuff I forgot !1!1!!!

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I am also:

Autistic and have ADHD, asexual and transmasc, asthmatic, outside your house /j

thats it ig I might update later ^^

[ridiasfangirlings]

Student council member Fushimi doesn't really smile (like a happy smile cause he does make evil-looking smiles sometimes) and the other council members end up making a bet on who can make him smile. President Munakata just happens to know that Fushimi does secretly smile when it comes to Yata so he uses his president position to have Yata help out the student council - Fushimi is sure to smile sooner or later! It does happen one day and so Munakata technically wins the bet.

Munakata is sneaky, of course he was going to win XD Imagine the members of the student council do have the highest respect for Fushimi but also they’ve all noticed he never really smiles happily, like sometimes he’ll smile in a terrifying way but usually he just looks sullen and gloomy. Hidaka wants to try and make him smile and Fuse bets him that he can’t do it, Hidaka’s like okay it’s a bet and he goes and tries to befriend Fushimi. Unfortunately this fails utterly but now the rest of the squad are in on it, making bets over who can get Fushimi to smile in a not-terrifying way first. Imagine them trying so hard and Fushimi is just oblivious, like poor Akiyama keeps bringing him tea and Doumyouji even cataloged the club reports alphabetically and yet nothing is enough to get Fushimi to smile.

They’re discussing it when student council president Munakata happens to overhear, he gives this chuckle and all the squad exchange glances like oh no what have we done. Munakata says he will join this bet, the squad are like well maybe it won’t be so bad, even council president probably can’t make Fushimi smile. Munakata spends a couple days in careful observation and then one day asks Fushimi if he can assist in transporting some boxes of club treasurer data to the storage room on the third floor. Fushimi complains that he’s not carrying all those heavy boxes and Munakata says of course, he will find another student to assist. It just so happens that the Red club’s Yata Misaki is running late to class (for some reason a teacher kept him late but wouldn’t say why) and Munakata uses his student council authority to enlist Yata’s help. Yata’s already annoyed at having to help the student council but then he’s told that he has to help Fushimi specifically, Fushimi grins all we need some useless muscle Misaki.

They go to take the boxes upstairs and the squad are unsure if this was Munakata’s plan, like yes Fushimi smiled but it was definitely an evil one. Munakata tells them all to be patient, ten minutes later Yata and Fushimi come back for more boxes.  Their clothing is noticeably disheveled and they’re arguing with each other but in between Fushimi is giving Yata these little fond smiles and the squad are just gobsmacked, student council president really is amazing (well, they’re impressed until Munakata pleasantly says he won the bet and now everyone has to play the punishment game of ‘helping the student council president with his Great Wall of China papercraft next weekend’).

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2, 7, and 20 for the artist ask game

artist ask game

2. Is it easier to draw someone facing left or right (or forward even)?

I don't have much of a preference for this one - I hate facial features so they all kinda suck 😅. Looking in my recent drawing folders, I think I have a slight preference to drawing character heads facing <- over ->, and way fewer front-facing drawings on anything that's not like. a Henry Stickmin face.

I think I'd put the difficulty as left and right < front facing < anything from an vertical angle.

7. A medium of art you don’t work in but appreciate

I tend to at least try every medium that takes my fancy. I've tried Blender, oil paints, papercraft, and a lot more! Even stuff like music and video editing beyond just visual arts. Not to say I'm great at all of them, but I don't want to just never engage with things because it's 'not my style.'

So my main limiting factor is patience (ADHD) and resources:

Installation pieces. Too much contacting real people to set things up. I'm probably gonna choose dioramas over that unless I'm really bored. I've gone to many good ones in person, but I just don't want to go through all the contacting people and setup. Also I didn't really have much of a say in decorating my own space growing up so it feels weird.

Weaving, and to a lesser extent anything needle/string focused. I don't have the dexterity/spatial awareness or the patience. But I think fashion and needle crafts make up so much of our world for how little some people value them.

Not what a lot of people would consider art, but anything with electronics/optical stuff? Any art that requires more engineering than just going off sketching your brain thoughts. I have done it before for school, but I find it stressful searching for all your random parts and manuals from weird websites and hoping they actually fit and you don't fuck it up.

20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy

Kind of a weird premise on the question's part since I don't think it's a full drawing unless I've struggled for way too long on some part of it. It's how you learn and end up banging out something effortlessly later down the line!

Hands if we're talking about drawing people. I'm not always great at it but sometimes when I succeed it's so satisfying getting all the details right. It can also add a lot of emotion with the gestures you can do!

Landscapes and backgrounds otherwise. also shading. I studied impressionism quite a bit when I was doing art formally so they come to me more naturally.

Lineart. idk how much people hate this but I've gotten way better at it since I picked up fineliner and steadied my hand a bit. It's really fucking satisfying marking out a page into like.a guy

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Last Lunesday of the Week

Not much to say here. Trying to ramp down on crafting and ramp up on writing.

Reading:

Still chewing away at Princess of Mandalore, which has acquired editors (fifty chapters in!) and mostly manages to have standards-compliant English, aside from odd tense choices. The plot also continues to be interesting: a Mandalore-focused retelling of the Clone Wars, with bonus jumpchained Japanese Salaryman.

I finally gave up on reading @val-and-isaac via the Tumblr website while logged out on a phone, and threw it into my RSS feed reader.

Not much else, really. Chowing down on Princess of Mandalore is taking a lot of time.

Watching:

Disappointed to see that Star Wars: Ahsoka has no more episodes left this season

Chewing away at Kino's Journey, in the sub, just as a background-noise thing while making dinner.

Probably going to start rewatching Gundam Zeta next month, just for the aesthetics.

Writing:

NaNoWriMo starts later this week; I'd like to get at least one more chapter of Gundam Iliad written by the end of the month. But I am a Planner, not a Pantser, and so the big blocker at the moment is "what order are the scenes in"?

Crafting:

Paused the Frogpad keyboard project because I am no longer staring down a period of obligate onehandedness.

Still fiddling around with the cyberdeck project's hardware, but I'm at the point where display-driver issues are probably going to force me to rebuild it with a different display, meaning a different CM4 carrier board, meaning a different case.

Working on Version 2 of my Turaga Vakama costume, aiming for something that doesn't hang off the front of the face like a limpet. Have a revised snout for the Huna ready for a print, and as a test I'm going to do some light papercraft as the base for this mask. If it works out well, I might try to do it in sheet metal. Won't *that* be fun to get through airports?

BPNVG cameras have shipped, so sometime this winter I'll get started on a set of dislocated camera/screen pairs for use in costumes where eye cannot see straight forward.

[redacted Halloween project that is too IRL to be posted here]

[istoleludwigsbaumkuchen]

Okay, Hetalia papercraft tutorial!

Now, I will do my best to write in depth instructions and include as many pictures as possible, so this will most definitely take multiple parts, but I'll leave links and label each part by the parts they go over, so hopefully it'll be easy enough to navigate. Also, this will be going over the most common style of papercraft that I see for Hetalia characters, although there will definitely be some tips that can carry over for most styles. And I know some of the complicated hair pieces, hats, clothing, etc. won’t not be mentioned, so please, feel free to shoot me an ask and I can try to explain! I’ve got a lot of experience with these and it’s no trouble, so don’t worry, you’re not annoying me at all!

Part One - Tools, finding a template, and beginning the head!

So, to start off, tools!

From left to right:

1. Your template - I'll go into finding them in just a bit, but I recommend printing on a 90lb cardstock

2. Scissors - Any regular size pair that's sharp should do the trick, and I'm sure a smaller pair would work, I just use what could probably be called a 'standard' size

3. Detail tweezers - These aren't necessary, but they do help a lot while working on smaller parts that need to be glued well

4. Glue - I use Aleene's Tacky Glue because it's thick, dries fast, and holds really well, which is all really important. It's also cheap and easy to find, you can even get travel bottles for less than 2 bucks. Now, I do highly recommend you pick up a glue stick to attach the head to the hair, because Tacky Glue can make the ink bleed if you use too much, but I can't find mine at the moment and have just been spreading tacky glue really thinly and sticking them together before it can dry. It works, but I’d definitely grab a glue stick 

5. Toothpicks - I use them to apply the glue, since you can apply it precisely and they're disposable unlike a small brush or something similar

5. A box cutter/x-acto knife - I do highly recommend an x-acto knife (aka hobby knife) over a box cutter for safety reasons, I just use a box cutter since I don't have one. You don't need one but it makes things like Kugelmugel's vest and Greece's hair piece a lot easier.

6. Some form of mat - I do recommend some sort of self healing or rotary mat, but if you need to, a broken down cardboard box will work just fine, just double layer it and cut lightly. Nonetheless, something to go over your surface is completely necessary for both safety and making clean up easier

And onto finding a template!

Now, for this tutorial, I'll be using Lithuania, but as you can see from my previous posts, there are countless other characters and variations to choose from. I usually use my computer for this, but for the sake of ease, I'll be looking these up on my phone.

You can just look up "hetalia papercraft" on google, but once you go past the main 8 or just don't want to see more "unsavory" templates (lookin at you "ss Germany"), I recommend looking up specific characters as it's just more efficient than scrolling through pages and pages. Deviantart is your friend here! There's an account that believe is just called hetalia-papercrafts that is so helpful! They have pictures of tons completed pieces from tons of angles and link to all the templates they use, and although they haven't posted in years, it's a good resource for both finding templates and checking to make sure you're putting them together properly.

Just a heads up! Please, please, please try to give credit to who you got your templates from! While I believe the G8 might have been produced by a company (I think, but I'm not sure), most of the interesting variants or less popular characters were designed and put out there by smaller artists and they deserve credit where credit is due!

And onto the fun parts!

1. Separating the parts

Now, this isn't completely necessary, it is pretty helpful at compartmentalizing the process, and I recommend it.

Here's them all separated and in order of how we'll put them together!

2. Looking at the diagram

You see the little diagram in the top right corner? That's gonna be your little friend for the time being. It shows us the fold lines, and is even color coded so you fold the hair properly!

You don't have to do it in perfect squares or anything, but this is just how I like to do it.

3. The head

Now, you can cut out every and do everything at once, but I like going part by part, so that's how I'll write it out.

First, you're going to have to cut it out, and while it's simple enough not to go into detail about, you should try to use long strokes and not close the scissors fully so your cuts are completely straight.

When it comes to folding, all the folds are inwards (printed side out) and it's large enough that it's pretty easy to fold. I tend to fold the left and right sides first, and fold the tabs (the white parts that you actually glue) after. I then fold the top and bottom in the same order.

And in the next part - the gluing begins!

[insomniac-jay]

Kamigami

Full Name: Orihiko Saikami

Hero Alias: Origami Hero - Kamigami

Age: 24

Gender: Male (Cis, He/Him)

Nationality: Japan

Occupation: Pro Hero; Sidekick

Affiliation(s): Demoman Agency, Construction Crew

Description:

Design notes:

He wasn't born with wings, that's just him showing or probably about to use his Quirk.

Spiky bangs, fluffy hair

Personality: Jaded and stoic, Kamigami is not sociable in the slightest. He can't hold a conversation for long and prefers small talk. This detaches him from both the rest of his teammates and his fellow heroes-- except for one: Inkspell (Nadeshiko Shinpengaki). Orihiko is very judgemental, often judging others off words alone. Not to mention that he doesn't like holding back his feelings for the sake of others.

Kamigami also has a dry sense of humor, so don't expect many jokes from him.

One of the most prominent things that says a lot about Orihiko as both a person and a hero is how hellbent he is on avenging his father and killing holding the man responsible (Archangel/Tensen Zokukurai) accountable. Seeing his father murdered in front of him and still haven't gotten the justice he deserved drives him mad with rage.

While not a sociable person, Orihiko is a good older brother to his younger siblings, boyfriend to Inkspell, and later on father to his kids.

Quirk: Papercraft

Orihiko has godlike control over any and all forms of paper and paper like substances including papyrus and parchment. Some other abilities include being able to turn matter and objects into paper and giving paper physical properties. Orihiko can also make it resistant to fire, water, and sharp objects.

Kamigami mainly uses paper to create different constructs, or origami constructs.

Family:

Unnamed father (Deceased)

Unnamed mother

Sakka Saikami | Fable (Younger brother)

Miyoshi Saikami (Younger sister)

4 other unnamed siblings

Paired with: Nadeshiko Shinpengaki | Inkspell

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[oldguardbigbang]

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@aimmyarrowshigh

AO3 handle: aimmyarrowshigh

Favorite part(s) of The Old Guard (2020): Either the baklava bet or Nile and Booker around the fire. Although I also love Joe’s big snuggly hug of Andy at the beginning, too.

First fandom website (reading or writing): I had my own Dream Street fansite for writing back in 2001; I started reading fic online in 1998 on various Harry Potter sites.

Some other fandoms: The MCU, Star Wars, Percy Jackson, The Baby-Sitters’ Club, The Addams Family, American Girl… I’ll write for anything that I enjoy, but I don’t read for very many fandoms. (These days I only read for TOG and the MCU.)

Other hobbies: Making miniatures, papercrafting, needlework.

Favorite snack or dessert: Probably good babka, but that’s hard to find, so ice cream.

@lazaefair

AO3 handle: lazaefair

Favorite part(s) of The Old Guard (2020): “It’s a nice plane”, Nile dive-bombing Merrick out the window – really, any of the moments where Nile yells “Shit!” – also the van speech

First fandom website (reading or writing): First started reading fanfiction on moonromance.net. First fanfic written and published years later on good ol’ FF dot net.

Some other fandoms: The Magnificent Seven (2016), Star Wars Rogue One, the specific era of Avengers (2012) fanfic when they all lived in Stark Tower and were actually friends…

Other hobbies: Baking desserts, experimenting with makeup, recently resumed playing piano again

Favorite snack or dessert: Good chocolate, not too dark (75-85% usually), sometimes combined with other flavors.

@werebearbearbar

AO3 handle: mellyflori

Favorite part(s) of The Old Guard (2020): Nile’s smile, all the found family gorgeousness, the smartassery, Nicky’s hug, shoving the bad guy out a window

First fandom website (reading or writing): reading: bulletin boards and newsgroups because there weren’t websites for it yet. Writing: livejournal

Some other fandoms: Aubrey/Maturin, BBC’s The Musketeers, Dragon Age: Inquisition, LotR during its heyday

Other hobbies: I make dice for tabletop gaming, I knit, embroider, sew, and quilt, I like camping and playing D&D with the fandom friends I’ve had for 20 years

Favorite snack or dessert: Lemon bars. No question. Not even a close competition.

Pleased to meet you!

Remember that sign-ups close at midnight on February 14, 2022. You can sign up as a writer, artist, or beta - or all three, if you want!

[chalkrevelations]

SO, Episode 28 of Word of Honor was a roller-coaster ride.

(Spoilers, as ever, so scroll away and come back later if you want to see it unspoiled.)

They managed two entirely separate scenes in this one that had me going “Did … did that just happen? Is this really happening?” Let’s get this one out of the way first: The scene of Zhao Jing in his serial killer lair with the altar and memorial tablets and his serial killer trophies. Y’all. I swear, scene opens with a shot from behind of drunk Awful Yifu in his Fantasy Ancient China underwear staggering through a set of doors into a room with candles and draperies, and before I was able to register the rest of the set design, my brain gave a terrified squeak and started rabbiting around like, “Oh my god, please do not let this be Xie’er’s bedroom. Oh my god, they wouldn’t actually go there, not even hinted, surely that would be too far!” Then my eyeballs caught up and registered the set, so I thought I was safe, but that didn’t even turn out to be the moment in the scene that had me going “Is this really happening?” (Although I do think the fact my brain immediately jumped to that scenario speaks to the creepy vibe the show has managed to build between Awful Yifu and Xie Wang). So, Zhao Jing is a sloppy drunk and absolutely shitfaced, stumbling around and yelling at his dead brothers, and I’m sitting here watching him, feeling like I need a shower, with my skin a little bit trying to crawl off my body, and then he picks up Rong Xuan’s memorial tablet and pours an entire stream of alcohol out of the pitcher all over it, and I say, out loud, to the screen, “Oh my god, they just had him figuratively piss on that tablet.” Only, no, they didn’t, because there was no need to have him do it figuratively because then, he literally whips it out of his pants and takes a piss on the tablet, complete with sound effects, and I’m open-mouthed, thinking “Is this really happening?” As some background, I grew up in mainstream U.S. culture where ancestor veneration isn’t formally practiced - although it isn’t an entirely absent part of our cultural mythos, it’s just that now when I when I offer cultus to the Patres Patriae, it’s deliberate and intentional – but I’ve been doing ancestor work in my particular flavor of polytheism for long enough, and intensely enough, that I had a visceral reaction of disgust and horror to this. Hand literally clapped over my mouth in shock, even after watching all of his ranting at his dead brothers and spitting at his dead shifu and just generally being a disrespectful asshole with delusions of grandeur building up to it. So, yes, show, you have indeed convinced me that Awful Yifu is the worst, even in an episode that also devoted that much screentime to Prince Jin.

Fortunately, the other “Is this really happening?” moment was at the other end of the spectrum, somewhere in the face of how married Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing are, which I cannot believe passed censorship. I know I keep saying that, but every time I think I’ve adjusted to how far they’re going to go, the show laughs gay-ly as it pushes the envelope another mile down the road. Truly, this show is the gift that keeps on giving where these two are concerned, and not just because of Zhang Zhehan’s face. I realize I had to spend 50 episodes deciphering Lan Wangji’s smallest microexpression (not that I’m complaining), but I can’t believe how expressive both Zhang Zhehan and Gong Jun are in these roles, with Gong Jun’s little sadness eyebrows when WKX wants ZZS to humor him, and how soft Zhang Zhehan’s face gets when ZZS looks at WKX, and how great they both are at making all this look like a pair of adults who are in an established relationship and confident of each other. I’d be as weak as Wen Kexing if Zhou Zishu pouted at me the way he does when he tells Chengling that he can’t do anything to help decorate the Manor except observe and direct because he’s oh, so injured and frail, poor him. Wen Kexing can laugh at Zhou Zishu when ZZS pokes at him by saying the papercrafter was such a beauty! (Compare this to his reaction back in the day, when ZZS deftly manipulated him out of bringing A-Xiang along on their honeymoon adventures by calling her a beauty and implying she might draw attention away from WKX!) Wen Kexing waves kitchen knives at Zhou Zishu in (somewhat fond) exasperation! Zhou Zishu now accepts Wen Kexing piling his plate with food at the table as perfectly normal! There’s no crying in Spring Festival! They send their kid outside to watch the fireworks so they can have sex some alone time! (Merciless killers. How the fuck so adorable?) Someone must have backed up an entire truckful of money to the house of someone very important to get this aired, because what is the heterosexual explanation for … any of this?

Other thoughts:

We continue to get small things that maintain the parallels between Wen Kexing/Zhou Zishou and Gu Xiang/Cao Weining, including the mirrored theme of finding a home with a welcoming family, shown through family dinner, and expressed through WKX’s description of his former self as a “lonely ghost,” echoing A-Xiang’s self-description (to Shen Shen in an earlier ep) the same way.

HAN YING! Listen, I am stupidly attached to this bit player, and not just because he’s a familiar face (because half of Wen Xu’s screentime in The Untamed was just a disembodied head hanging at the entrance to the Unclean Realm, so it’s not like there was time to get … attached). And I say stupidly attached because ever since we first saw the way he looked at ZZS with big puppy heart-eyes, I knew he was going to be a goner. I just know they’re gonna fridge him for the next step in ZZS’s journey, because something has to pry ZZS out of Four Seasons Manor, as much as I, personally, would like nothing better than to see 8 more episodes of wedded bliss for two gay dads and their son. (OK, one thing I would like better would be if their daughter and son-in-law came to live with them, too.) At least it looks like Han Ying will get to die taking a figurative bullet for ZZS, which will make him happy and might prevent him from finding out the Glazed Armor he’s so proud of bringing is actually pointless, because don’t think that didn’t hurt to know while I watched him being so proud of managing to get his hands on it. But I’d prefer he didn’t die at all, show. Also, why on earth are there only two (completed) stories under the ZZS/Han Ying label on AO3? Because yes, I have looked. I have the search open in another tab right now. Why haven’t more people taken advantage of this guy’s utter devotion for ZZS? How are people looking at the way Han Ying reverently brushes his fingers over the single white blossom on the wall mural in ZZS’s rooms back in Prince Jin’s palace and not falling all over that?

Xie’er, oh, Xie’er. You’re killing me, here. I need someone to rescue you, you desperate affection-starved little sociopath. So, to recap, last time we met, your Awful Yifu finally let it slip that he was never ever going to acknowledge your existence in public. So now, you’re being a very clever boy, setting up a scheme to manipulate him into having to publicly acknowledge you if he’s going to claim credit for your successes (because I’m sure you can’t even contemplate failure) in service to Prince Jin. So clever, but I hate to tell you, you’re clever at everything except learning from your mistakes when it comes to your Awful Yifu. You really learned nothing from Beauty Ghost, did you? Ugh, your sad little face as you watch your hot mess of an Awful Yifu while you wait for the maids to make tea – it hurts me. Please tell me you’re playing some kind of long game, and you’re just a really great actor. Because he’s sloppy drunk, and right now, watching your face journey, I think maybe you think that makes what he’s saying true – that he’s not guarding his words, and he means it when he tells you that of course he loves you and would never leave you. “Are you still angry with me?” Awful Yifu literally asks. “Alright, I’ll apologize. I was just mad. It didn’t mean anything. We’re together in this. I’ll always stand by you.” Xie’er, you have got to stop believing gaslighting abusive men who shovel that BS. This is what they call the honeymoon period in the cycle of abuse. Seriously. This is textbook. Please stop making the same mistakes over and over again. Maybe think about the fact that your Awful Yifu is, single-handedly, the reason the Department of the Unfaithful actually exists in the first place. He is THAT AWFUL. I would like to think actually seeing his serial killer trophy room will make a difference, now that you have some confirmation of what Tragicomic Ghost told you and not the ability to wave it off as part of some he-said, she-said situation where how could we ever possibly know the truth, despite the fact that Zhao Jing has shown he’ll stab anyone in the back in his quest for power? But, then, I also thought maybe learning last ep that he never planned to publicly acknowledge you would make some kind of difference. Are you going to roll the dice again, gambler? Because I’ll tell you right now, the house always wins. (Not that you’d listen to me anymore than you listened to Beauty Ghost.)

(Also, wait wait waitwaitwait. Waitaminit. This is pure speculation and probably way too out there to be true (oh, but, someone’s going to write this AU for me, right?) Hot-mess drunk yifu tells Xie’er that they’ve been depending on each other “ever since I picked you up and brought you back home.” I can’t remember if we know anything about Xie Wang’s background at this point, but it does sound like Zhao Jing might have literally yoinked him off the street to raise him. He … he doesn’t think Xie’er is actually Yan’er, does he? Only he kidnapped the wrong orphaned urchin by mistake? I’m just sayin’, thinking back to Shen Shen’s reaction to finding out Zhen Yan was still alive, it would be exactly the kind of thing Zhao Jing would do, to keep this kid that his brother(s) wanted to find hidden right under their noses.)

Chengling and the chicken. I can’t, y’all. And Zhou Zishu’s face as soon as he realizes what Wen Kexing is telling Chengling to do – he knows this is going to be a show.

Prince Jin, you are almost as bad as Xie’r and his awful Yifu combined:

Prince Jin: Zhou Zishu, you mastermind, your super-secret spy network continues to spread everywhere, including into my very own palace. Oh, the things you must be plotting against me!

Zhou Zishu, chillin’ at Plum Blossom Manor, day-drinking, dressing up in pretty festive robes, taking advantage of his disciple’s unpaid labor so he doesn’t have to raise a finger for himself, and providing his husband with sex so incredible he is never required to actually cook: “OK, my gay husband and our son-with-two-dads, how about we just stay here together forever and be happy?”

Also Prince Jin: *Creeps on Zhou Zishu like a gaslighting m’fker*

Anyway, if Prince Jin always knew what Han Ying was up to all along, is the letter about ZZS’s father a plant, with false info? It was just kind of suspiciously hanging out in the open on Prince Jin’s desk.

[creepy-bi-day]

I am a female, my pronouns she/her and I am pansexual greyromantic. I am 5'7 and curvy and I guess a bit chubby. I have anxiety, dyslexia, dyscalculia, I am on the spectrum more towards the Asperger's side, I also have some tics along with some ADD. I will randomly say lines from a scenario inside my head, I have also picked up poses from characters I like (I do Ardata's pose as a laugh kind of thing when people are really dumb, Feferi's fist on hips and excited pose and Kanaya's both hands on one hip kind of pose from pesterquest) I have recently taken interest in the occult. My special interests are homestuck, Undertale, and creepypasta. (I suck at describing my personality so I am going to try) I am also a potential Derse dreamer, and Sylph of Life, technically I am a Scorpio but I am more inline with a Pisces I am also a raccoon (day, you probably understand why). I love learning about true crime and other 'dark and disturbing things' I really want to explore an abandon place. I usually wear leggings with a homestuck t-shirt and jacket as I am always cold no matter what. I am a beginner cosplayer (I cant sew complex patterns for glub) I also like drawing and making papercrafts or just little cosplay accessories in general. I am currently studying to be a forensic pathologist. I would also like to have a kid adopted or not.

Saving from nuke

UR A SYLPH OF LIFE?! BRO IM A SYLPH OF BLOOD HOLY SHIT— AND IM ALSO A DERSE-

ALso if you want nsfw later just send another ask, cause you didn’t mark it in here and stuff and askfhaksljfh—

I ship you with...

Toby!

Believe it or not???

This boy will go on tangents about homestuck, too

Kins Vriska and will go on tangents about her

“She fucked up, she was a fucked-fucked up person. But she was abused and tortured and terrified of her parents-“

Please have debates with him, he loves it

Will take you to do urban exploration with no hesitation

Loves to bring you random shinies

Shiny

Like his brother, his love language is crow

Honestly, he probably will pick up a few tics from you

Sometimes quotes Karkat unironically

“Suck my bulge.”

If you want to ask him about true crime, he’s super open about it

A bit too open sometimes

Please let him help you cosplay

He loves crafts and is actually surprisingly good at sewing. His mom taught him how before shit hit the fan

He’s one of the few that Jane lets help her make new outfits

You’re always cold?

Cool! That just means more cuddles

Overall? Give him hugs plz-

[primusdemoniccreatrix]

International Joys (Optimus Prime X Reader)

Hey y’all, a Canadian girl here with Canada Day oneshot for Optimus! Enjoy!

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Optimus entered the lit base, the lights shining off his cherry paint and glinting off the blue on his pedes. The others had woken up earlier to pursue their charges, and now he entered to a base nearly quiet with early morning serenity (save for Miko’s loud voice, though he was she meant to be  little...outspoken). 

Miko and Jack sat with one another on the couch in front of the television, as he learned it was called, as it played an advertisement for fireworks on low volume, providing background white noise for the group. Miko enthusiastically began to point to the television before arching her hands and fluttering her fingers, no doubt imitating the fireworks. 

Smiling at the duo, he knew that of the three bots assigned humans, there would be one out on patrol, one within the base, and one still picking up their charge. Ratchet was at the console, probably up earlier than any of them to do extra work. His stubborn friend and medic, doing anything he could to help even when he was recharge-deprived. Thank goodness that Ratchet recharged this week a few times unlike running himself to near forced recharge like last week. 

“Good morning, old friend” Optimus’ voice interrupted Ratchet apparently, as the CMO jumped and turned to face him in amiable surprise before scolding him. 

“I am working with delicate instruments and algorithms, Optimus. You know better than to startle me” Ratchet said, masking his playful meaning with a grouchy attitude. 

“Is there any Decepticon activity to report?” 

“None, thankfully. I will keep you updated in case anything happens” Ratchet promised, delivering some good news this morning. 

Ratchet’s statement was followed by a chorus of laughter from the human children, and Optimus could see the corner of Ratchet’s mouth twitch slightly in a smile. Optimus basked in the tranquility of the morning. 

The distant rumble of a familiar engine signalled the arrival of the last bot, who was assigned a human. 

Bumblebee turned the corner, the asphalt under his tires quickly transitioning to the cool concrete of the base’s floor, the Autobot symbol pressed into the floor signalling that he was safe to transform and stop, as he was home. 

Bumblebee stopped quickly and spun on his tires, skidding to a stop as his trunk whirled to face the stairwell leading to the mezzanine for the humans. Both backseat doors opened up as two humans stepped out. 

Bumblebee’s partner Raf came outside first, opening his door and unlatching his seatbelt, gently pushing the latch out of the way as the belt retracted on its own, and he rushed up to the mezzanine, smiling up at Miko and Jack. 

The second human was a recent addition. She had become their new charge as a result of an accidental clash with Decepticons. Surprisingly enough, the Autobots were the ones who the ‘Cons met first, and upon seeing the bots getting hurt, particularly Optimus as he fought the Vehicons, the human surprised him by actually attacking the Decepticon, giving him enough of a window to destroy both of the Vehicons attacking him. Since that day about 2 months ago, the human had joined them. 

Their name was (Y/N). They were a University student in Canada, but came to the base often with an Autobot because of how their encounter with the bots, which was from Optimus’ mission in Canada to investigate a small energon signal that day. Bumblebee collected them today, and though they were partnered with Optimus, it was obvious to them that Optimus didn’t have time for them always, and often paired with whatever Autobot was available (and for their understanding, Optimus was eternally grateful). It took a small while for them all to adjust to a new human in their fold, but the human had become a necessity in the base. 

Optimus became curious as he observed Raf helping (Y/N) with a package, full of many little trinkets, in dichrome red and white. Raf helped (Y/N) take the package up the stairs, both of them whispering in hushed excitement. Miko and Jack were visibly confused, wondering what was going on. Only Miko voiced it out loud. 

“Whatch’ya got there?” asked Miko, leaning over the railing (in a way that the Autobots slightly feared she’d fall) to investigate the box. Raf chuckled as he cryptically spoke between giggles: “You’ll see, Miko”. It did nothing to sate her curiosity, and thus Miko turned and huffed, pouting as she dramatically dropped back to seat herself on the couch, arms crossed, wondering what was going to happen. 

Raf and (Y/N) stepped onto the platform and placed the box onto the table, before Raf whispered something to Miko and Jack that made their eyes light up. The kids then began to dig through the box, and pulled out little things and set them up on the table. (Y/N) grabbed a bunch of flimsy paper strings in red and white, and began to lock them together. Jack and Raf began to cut coloured paper while Miko began to draw. Together, the humans began to create multiple pieces of art. Bumblebee and Bulkhead asked their charges what was going on, but they were silenced with a cryptic statement of finding out later.

Miko and (Y/N) whispered to one another and Miko soon began to repeat what (YN) had taught her, which was to weave the paper strings to and fro until they were flattened into little folded squares. The boys soon came to (Y/N) and announced they finished their paper crafts, and together they set aside their crafts before placing a candle beside the box, and taking out a small plastic bag filled with wires and laid it on the table. The boys and Miko then helped (Y/N) get their crafts together to one corner of the railing. 

Optimus and Ratchet were the closest to them, and both Prime and medic watched in curiosity as Miko and (Y/N) pulled on opposite ends of the square, unravelling it into a woven interlocking pattern of red and white in a decorative weave. Miko and (Y/N) secured the string before giving the thumbs up to the boys, with Miko yelling: “You can start!” 

Her yell attracted the attention of passing Autobots, specifically their guardians. Arcee, Bulkhead and Bee watched as the boys began to tape little pointy leaf shapes below the streamer. Bulkhead recognized some of Miko’s drawings as Jack and Raf taped a few red and white little squares to the railing. 

The children were decorating. For what, they didn’t know. 

Optimus too grew curious, and having decided he needed answers, quietly walked up to (Y/N). 

(Y/N) stood on the left railing, on their right on the mezzanine, a ways from the lounge and on the adjacent wall from Fowler’s on-site office. Miko stood closest to the stairs as she held onto the end of another set of woven paper, while (Y/N) had gone to the railing’s end at a wall, pulling the length to the end and preparing to secure it. Miko, having received the cue, also began to pin down the woven end with tape. 

Optimus approached (Y/N) while they concentrated on taping the end, either not noticing he was approaching or simply not really moving because they didn’t feel like they needed to. Optimus stepped close to the riling before leaning down slightly, closer to eye level with the human as they fiddled with the tape, scraping at it with their fingernails. 

“If I may ask, what are you holding?” Optimus’ voice rang through the base, the question on every bot’s mind lingering in the air. (Y/N) turned from the tape to face him, giving them a warm smile that totally didn’t make him melt on the inside. 

“They’re streamers, Optimus; decorative papercraft. We’re decorating the base” (Y/N) explained, their voice warm with tranquility with the prospect of a celebration. 

“May I ask what the occasion is?” the Prime asked.

(Y/N) turned to answer him once more, with a smile even brighter, explaining: 

“Today is July 1st, also known as Canada Day. I’m from Canada, so I thought that I might celebrate it, along with July 4th for the States later. I wanted to celebrate it at the base, and well”, (Y/N), averting their gaze back to the tape before turning to him once more, “I wanted to bring a piece of home with me for one day, something Canadian” they explained, and a hush fell over the whole base as the children continued decorating. 

Optimus relayed the information, thinking it over in his head. While (Y/N) may be in the States, they celebrated the day of independence for their country in a different sovereign land. Though the Autobots knew about the Fourth of July (in huge part to Fowler’s love of the day and his country), they never truly grasped til now that there were people in the base who came from a different background, and while the children already had enough differences but a shared American holiday, the forgot that there were more unique differences they had yet to learn. Humanity was so connected yet so different in many unique nuances, it never failed to inspire a small amount of wonder in them. 

The last statement (Y/N) gave made Optimus wonder if they were missing home. 

This is likely a day they would spend with friends and family, and not being there but instead here, with them, he wondered if the newest charge was feeling lonely. 

(Y/N) whispered a tiny ‘aha’ as they finally got the tape to unravel, and with a quick pull to the cutting edge they secured the end of their streamer to the railing, before helping Miko in putting little leaves up again. 

Looking closer at the decorations, Optimus recognized the leaves. Red Maple. 

A symbol of Canada. 

The little drawings Miko made were of red and white Canadian flags. A miniature one sat upon the table, held up by a weighted stand, the flag waving under the air vent. 

Optimus thought back to a few weeks after (Y/N) had joined them, and was sitting under the vent while the children shied away, Jack questioning how (Y/N) could stand the cool air which to him felt frigid. Optimus chuckled inwardly before, but looking at it now, they must have missed the north. 

Maybe this day was what they needed to reconnect with home. 

(Y/N), Jack, Miko and Raf finished their decorations, before sitting down together and opening a small container from (Y/N)’s box. Inside were confectioneries called ‘cookies’, little baked sweets. Optimus couldn’t help but smile inwardly as the humans all noted the small circular disk of white with two sides of red and one adorably drawn red maple leaf in icing. The children ate the cookies, enjoying the flavour. Miko had the bright idea to grab her water bottle and raise it up in toast of Canada Day, before the others followed suit, exclaiming ‘to Canada Day’ as they tapped their water bottles in celebration, giggling together on the sofa, enjoying the minor festivities and company. 

Optimus worked at the terminal with Ratchet before (Y/N)’s voice called out to him. 

“Optimus, can we go to the roof? Me and the others want to show you guys something up top”. 

“I doubt it’s anything important” Ratchet grumbled under his breath, though the underlying curiosity in his voice was not lost on Optimus. The elevator’s doors closed, going up, and Optimus could see it carrying the other children up. 

“I will go, Ratchet. You may remain, though I urge you to come too” Optimus stated, nodding to the other bots in the base to go up to the roof with him, stopping only to collect (Y/N) in his palm, seeing as the human elevator had yet to return. Optimus, Bee, Bulkhead and Arcee squeezed into the Cybertronian-sized elevator, watching the floors pass as the elevator lifted them. The Autobots stepped out onto the roof one by one, watching the children mill about as they placed tiny little contraptions around the roof’s perimeter in a large (comparative to humans) circle. They were a bit wiry, and each of the children held a small candle. Arcee, Bumblebee and Bulkhead stepped out of the elevator to greet their charges, to see what they were doing. Optimus stepped out last, placing (Y/N) on the ground before joining the other bots outside the circle to watch their charges. 

The Autobots watched as (Y/N) ran to them, holding a candle. They looked on in shock as (Y//N) pulled a small box out of their pocket and rubbed a small stick along the side of the box, lighting it on fire. They watched uneasily, slightly holding one another back from stepping in as (Y/N) lit their candle on fire, blowing away the flame on the small stick and smothering it under their footwear. They held their candle towards the group, who ignited their candle wicks, before each of them took off in different directions. Jack, Miko, Raf and (Y/N) paired up a few feet away from the centre and one another, each one lighting one of the little contraptions, before moving on to light more. Each one lit 4, making 16 in total. 

The Autobots watched in humble awe as the children stood in the centre of the circle, their tiny flaming decorations letting out little sparks, but none of them were in close enough range to get lit. The bots watched in the dying rays of the summer sun as the eyes of their humans lit up with the sparks, throwing flecks of gold in their honey coloured, sky coloured, cinnamon coloured, (descriptive eye colour) coloured eyes, wonder and joy alight upon their youthful, innocent features. The bots looked into their charges’ eyes, noting the incredible colours of the light in the humans’ eyes, shadows playing upon the roof, and in the light of the sparkling little flares surrounding the humans and the evening sky above sprinkled with spare stars in setting sunlight the bots swore they could see the beauty of humanity, the same they saw in one another and themselves. For a single moment, everything looked and felt perfect, and the children were ethereal in their own otherworldly beauty. 

The little flames died down and the ‘sparklers’, as they heard Miko call them, were extinguished on their own. The bots watched as the humans gathered smaller sparklers in their hands and lit them with their candles, before running around and drawing shapes and playing games with their flaming little wands (which, loathe as they were to admit it, scared the Autobots half to death for a moment or two). (Y/N) gestured the other three to their side, and each human offered their guardian one. Bulkhead immediately held onto it carefully when Miko offered it to him; Arcee gingerly accepted and held one after Jack implored her twice to grab one, promising her it was fun; Bumblebee beeped worriedly as Raf encouraged him before promising all would be well, and with their candles, the children lit each of their guardians’ sparklers, watching the light play on their divine, metallic features much like the Autobots did earlier to them. Bumblebee and Raf pretended to be wizards from ‘Harry Potter’, a favourite of Raf’s books, while Bulkhead and Miko waved them around telling stories and making plans for ‘dune bashing’ tomorrow. Jack chuckled at Arcee’s attempts to spell human words in the air with her sparkler, and they took turns comparing and complaining lightheartedly about the light in one another’s eyes. 

Optimus turned to the feeling of a human tapping his pede, and looking down he could see the face of (Y/N) lit by their own sparkler in the dull light of the set sun. 

“Optimus? Would you like one?” asked his charge, holding in their hand a sparkler. 

“No, thank you. You may enjoy it instead” Optimus declined. 

Optimus watched as (Y/N)’s shoulders drooped a little and their smile dropped slightly at his rejection, and he felt bad knowing that this day meant something to them; he was about to offer to take it until he was surprised by (Y/N) handing the sparkler over to Jack who handed it to Miko whose sparkler was extinguished. 

(Y/N) turned back to Optimus, and asked: “Can I stick with you?” 

Having felt badly about rejecting the sparkler, Optimus nodded, lowering his pedes until they were safely both low on the floor. (Y/N) stepped around the edges of his pedes before sitting, leaning against his knee, watching the children and their guardians play together in quiet appreciation. 

Optimus snuck glances towards his charge, looking at (Y/N), who no doubt watched the goings-on with a fond smile like his own. It made him smile too, to see his soldiers connecting with their charges, learning more about humanity and just...enjoying life, even for just a day in their hard lives. The times had been harsh, the war leaving none of them unscathed, but to see them carefree as if there was no war was quite a treat they deserved. With this, they could enjoy a moment of peace and remember what they fought to protect for future generations of both Cybertron and now, Earth. 

Watching (Y/N) and the others, he couldn’t help but think about how they probably would be celebrating at home happily with their own friends and family. He could only imagine how much they missed their loved ones who were a whole country away from them. Probably almost as much as he missed his own planet. 

Maybe he could bring them back there for a moment? 

“(Y/N)” Optimus murmured lowly, which to his human sounded like a hushed but still loud baritone, the voice of an angel drifting into their ears, demanding their respect and obedience. 

(Y/N) turned and looked to their guardian, slight confusion but a sweet expression of merriment still present upon their face. “Yes?” came their reply, as gentle as a songbird during an earlier drive he took a few weeks back. 

Optimus looked into his charge’s eyes, wondering if what he suggested would be sufficient. 

“If you desire to see your family and friends back in Canada on this day, then we can arrange for Ratchet to bridge you home to spend time with them” Optimus suggested. His charge was still, their brows furrowed in question, prompting Optimus to add: “You should not have to miss out on celebrations with your family due to your involvement with us”. 

Optimus shifted his gaze from the eyes of his charge to a spot on their face, not willing to truly look into his charge’s eyes out of guilt of his own conscience. As he said, they didn’t deserve to miss out on celebrating their national identity with family abroad simply because of a war they did not belong in. 

Optimus was only brought out of his musings when (Y/N) had placed a warm human hand on his knee, bringing him to look into their eyes once more. 

He was surprised to find them staring up at him with eyes no longer in question, but with joy and, even more puzzling, resolve. Their eyes sparkled even in the dim light cast only by the ring of lights upon the base’s roof which lit up the floor in the evening. Glowing blue optics met shining (eye colour) eyes as (Y/N) shook their head. 

Optimus’ face minutely twitched into a concerned face as he wondered why (Y/N) would decline. (Y/N) answered:

“Optimus, Canada Day is a celebration no matter where I am, it’s a day for a country, and I’ve already recognized it. I don’t particularly need to be there. And, as for celebrating with my friends and family, I already am. Regardless of our differences, you are a friend and Team Prime is my family. I don’t have to celebrate it with relatives; I’d rather, in fact, celebrate with you”

 Optimus felt warmth as they laid their head upon his knee, looking up at him once more. It was incomparable to the warmth in his spark as he basked in the moonlit smile of his charge who had compared him to family, and wanted to celebrate with him. Even when given the option, they still chose him. 

“Besides, I doubt I’d be able to explain how I got up north so quickly from Nevada without revealing you guys. I don’t think that’d be good for secrecy” his human added with a chuckle. 

Optimus vented carefully as his spark swelled at the prospect of being, apparently forgiven, though he knew that (Y/N) would probably say there was nothing to forgive if he spoke on it. Regardless, he reveled in the facts revealed, and felt a small smile reach his faceplates after their revelation. (Y/N) smiled at them too, that brilliant smile that made sparks melt, before leaning against him once more, watching the children take out glowsticks and play around with them from the bag of accessories they brought. 

A tranquil silence befell Optimus and (Y/N) as they relaxed in one another’s presence and enjoyed the sight of their team and family joined in celebration. Their words circulated around one another's minds, but both were simply glad to be in one another's regard, and this knowledge had them wrapped in the cool evening wind with their hearts and sparks the only thing they needed to keep warm in the cool dusk. 

It never ceases to surprise how much joy one can give by sharing their souls, and it never failed to bring others closer regardless of location, nationality, even species. 

Optimus and (Y/N) sat under the stars, watching their family enjoy a reason to celebrate together. 

[missyzero]

A VERY Vivid Dream

I would like to start out with an apology to Bogleech cause my brain just decided to go ham with some of his content last night!  SO!  In this dream, I was at a convention, and in an area with Bogleech and his set up. It was a four panel really tall cubical with screens on it and his art. I was very excited to meet him because I was a fan on the comics. He was sitting with his head in an almost sphere painted up and working on a computer. So I didn’t want to bug him.  Later it was announced there was a little scavenger hunt and we would learn something in the end. I was pretty excited and talked to a few people at my table about Awful Hospital and other works. Some people here didn’t even know what that was. But it was fine!  It started off and we had to find some items to papercraft together. One was a large cooked turkey. And I was like DAMN, BOG CAN MAKE AMAZING PAPER CRAFTS. As I took my time getting it together and setting it on the table. There was some colorful fish too.  We then had to get up and find a certain Goofy piece of art hidden around, so I get up and start searching. We found a poster area, where a lady nabs it and holds it to herself. I asked if I may look at it and she screamed NO at me. Damn, okay lady. Can’t you share? She passes it off to another lady from her table and the mass follows, and someone manages to yank it from her hand.  It’s not the right one and she laughs at us, saying her table will get the PRIZE.  I replied “I am pretty sure it’s gonna be lore and not a REAL MONEY prize or anything.” And was hoping Mr. Leech wouldn’t spot the chaos out here.  I assumed the lore was going to be some Dr. Phage origin story, and there were some cute little animations that seemed to be traditional of him.  I also remember hearing something like “when a dna strand loves a human very much” but even in the dream I was like “That doesn’t seem right??”  I forget what happened next EXACTLY. But I ended up turning into a monster. I had a wasp nest for a head, where some holes had teeth gnashing and the others had white spheres like wasp eggs.  I went utterly berserk on some people and there was carnage. I could not control myself. (However my family, and others are fine. I think it was just that one table of ladies). A helicopter light shone on the tent, and I scampered away. Bogleech was already gone.  Later I was hiding in some ditch behind houses, reading a paper that people were turning into monsters mysteriously. I was a lot more calm now, and pretty content with my wasp nest life.  A friend shows up and I do not attack her, she asks if I could turn her into a monster too. I simply said I do not know.  And it ended there! I know I have been rereading Awful Hospital and things, but damn brain!  Gonna put a quick doodle of the wasp nest head me under a read more, cause I know some of my followers might get squicked! 

NO idea why my brain was like. YEAH. THIS IS ME. I know I was spotting some new wasp nests going up the other day outside. Also no idea if those are eggs or eyes. I could ‘see’ just fine. Probably could have drawn it better but you get the idea!  I remember I could have long legs and arms too. 

[ridiasfangirlings]

I had no idea you were into Izuseri or Munatotsu! I never thought of the latter but yes, the sparkles and the hobbies are perfect! What if Totsuka picked up puzzling for a while and they met on neutral ground in some sort of puzzle convention or event of some kind? And of course, the exasperated or surprised fallout in their clans when they hit it off and start dating.

Munatotsu is definitely my favorite non-Fushimi related crack ship, I feel like they would just get along so well? Probably too well, to the point that everyone regrets ever letting them meet. Like I could totally imagine them meeting on some neutral ground and developing an unexpected rapport. Maybe Totsuka picks puzzles as his hobby for the week, he buys some neat 3-D ones and starts working on them in the bar and Mikoto is probably extra annoyed because this is giving him Blue King flashbacks. Totsuka's all 'oh, that person like puzzles?' and Kusanagi says that apparently the Blue King is working on them constantly, Awashima complains about it to him fairly often. Mikoto adds that Munakata always does weird puzzles too, like pictures of his subordinates' faces and Totsuka gets a thoughtful look, Kusanagi facepalms like definitely no.

Totsuka finishes up the puzzle he was working on and decides to go buy another, as he's at the store looking around he happens to run into none other than Munakata. Munakata is surprised to find Homra's Totsuka Tatara here of all places and Totsuka mentions that he's really into puzzles right now and does Munakata have any suggestions. Munakata's eyes immediately light up (he's been waiting for years for a random bystander to ask him this okay) and he starts pointing out his favorites, Totsuka mentions that he likes the 3-D ones and soon they're browsing the papercraft aisle together. Totsuka is impressed by Munakata's knowledge of puzzles and maybe they come across one puzzle that reminds Totsuka of another hobby, like oh that one with the tree is like the time I decided to take up horticulture. This has now caught Munakata's interest and soon they're discussing garden plants and advantageous bugs and just having a totally good time.

Eventually Totsuka goes back to Homra but he mentions that he wouldn't mind talking to Munakata again some time and they end up meeting a few days later at a cafe for tea. During their 'date' the two of them discuss various old hobbies of Totsuka's, all of which Munakata asks many questions about with sparkling eyes, as well as some talk of the kinds of bonding activities Homra holds versus what Scepter 4 has done (Munakata is looking for some ideas) and maybe they even get into a little people watching, Munakata deducing various things about people walking by just by looking at them and Totsuka adding in his own thoughts. At some point Munakata mentions that there's like a random festival happening nearby, like it's the annual clam diving competition or something and Totsuka thinks it sounds interesting and they should try it out, Munakata agrees and off they go to have terrible ideas together.

When they actually start dating it probably just makes everyone's heads spin, like they can't imagine how these two of all people ended up together (Mikoto and Fushimi are probably the two with the best idea of just how frightening these two would be as a combo and they both give a heavy sigh when they find out like this is not going to end well for the rest of us). I imagine Munakata being totally up for like joint bonding activities between the clans, while Totsuka will stop at Scepter 4 sometimes and the Blues can always tells when he's there because there are extra sparkles seeping out from underneath Munakata's office door. The more time they spend together the more their respective clans realize that these two really do get along well together and what a terrifying prospect that is. (Also have I mentioned I once wrote Munatotsu? Because I wrote a Munatotsu.)

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The Tower: Troublemakers, 3.

The Tower: Troublemakers An Avengers Fanfic

Chapter 3

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Word Count: 2400ish

Warnings:  smut (Bisexual orgy.  Oral, anal, vaginal sex. Anal and vaginal fingering.  Public sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism.  Dom/Sub.  Videotaping.  Toys including plugs and anal vibrators, slight humiliation kink, elevator sex.  Clint has so many orgasms).

Synopsis: When half the team gets stuck on a mission, Clint, Bruce and Elly find ways to distract themselves. Steve has something in store for his little troublemakers.

Author’s Note:  Co-written with @fanficwriter013

THERE ARE IMAGES IN THIS FIC THAT ARE IMPORTANT TO THE STORY

Chapter 3 - Distracting the Hulk

Clint and I redressed and went straight back up to the control room.  As we strode down the corridor I noticed Steve on the other side of the glass door, laugh and then touch Jax’s arm.

“Is Steve flirting with my therapist?”  I asked.

Clint narrowed his eyes.  “Looks like it.  We’ll worry about that later.  This first.”

We came through the door and Steve turned to look at us.  “What are you two troublemakers up to?”  He asked.

“Nat just texted us saying they slipped a message under the door,”  I said and handed him my phone with the photograph of the note Natasha had messaged me.

Steve brought up the note on the wall and turned to Clarke, his hand brushed over Jax as he turned.  “I want a full analysis done on this.  I need to know who sent it and if we need to pull them out immediately.”

“I - yes.  I - uh - can do that.”   Clarke stuttered.  I’d never seen her be at a loss for words before and I looked from her to Steve and back.  Her eyes darted between Steve and Jax and I suddenly became aware of how uncomfortable she was watching Captain America flirt with her boyfriend right in front of her.   Steve continued barking orders at people.  Clint was now roped in to go through underground contacts he had.  Everyone went to work and I grabbed Steve by the arm.

“We need to talk,”  I said.  “Privately.”

He looked at me startled.  “In the hall?”

I nodded and led him outside.  When we got out there I turned on him brow furrowed.  “I know this is going to sound so hypocritical but do you need to be spoken to about proper workplace behavior?”  I snapped.  “That man in there is my therapist.  Bucky’s therapist.  And there’s a good chance that part of the reason we haven’t worked this out is because you have been flirting with him directly in front of his girlfriend who is here on her day off trying to break into their network with Tony.”

Steve looked at me like a deer in headlights.  “Oh god.”  He said.

“‘Oh god is right.”  I agreed.

“I’m so sorry, El.  I don’t know what I was thinking.  I’m just… I don’t.”  He stuttered.

I rubbed my hands up and down his arms.  “It’s okay, Steve.  Contrary to popular belief, you are only human.  This is such a high-stress situation. ��Both Bucky and Sam are out there and you’re worried they’re not coming back. And he is hot and so kind.  Plus, and I probably shouldn’t tell you this, he has a kink for people staring at him.  So I know for a fact he’s responding exactly how you want people to respond when you flirt with them.  Now is not the time for that.  And he is not ever the guy for it.”

He ran his hands through his hair.  “I know.  I know.  Can we put it down to temporary insanity?”

I nodded.  “Now please go back in there and bring our family home.”

“I will, I promise.”  He said and cupped my jaw before placing a kiss on my forehead.

I ran a finger down his chest and hooked it into his belt.  “Now, speaking of poor workplace behavior.  Clint and I fucked in the elevator and the gym.  Think you might want to talk to us about that later.”

Steve groaned.  “Oh my god.  You guys are killing me.”

“Yeah, yeah.  We’re very, very bad, Steve.  But I can promise, the only person who cared at all was you, and that was because you were trying very hard to impress someone you shouldn’t have been.”  I said, tugging a little on his belt.  “So how about you just enjoy the build up.  I’m sure it will be worth it.”

Steve brought his lips to my ear.  “Make sure you stay hydrated because you are going to be sweating later.”

“Will do.  Okay back to work.  Bring our lot home.”  I said.

“Serious face.  And sorry again about,”  He waved his hand.

“It’s in the past.”  I agreed.  “I’ll go get out of your way.”

“Take Bruce with you, would you.  He’s looking about ready to Hulk out.”  Steve said.

I nodded and followed Steve back into the command room heading straight for Bruce.  “Come on you, keep me company.”

He looked up at me and then around the room.  “I’m - Hulk he’s,”  He flinched and his muscled all twitched.

“Yeah,  I know.  Safer with me than here though.”  I said.

Bruce nodded and got up and followed after me.  “He’s right on the surface.  I can hear his thoughts.”  Bruce said when we got into the elevator.

I leaned against him and started to massage his scalp. “It’s alright.  Let’s see what we can do to take his mind off it.”

We went into the common room together and started off by making some food.  I figured doing something hands on would help distract him.  It helped a bit and we made some kind of carb-heavy greasy food and Bruce said Hulk liked it.

I then sat on Bruce’s knee and started making origami frogs that jumped when you pushed their back.  Bruce chuckled as he flicked the back of the frog.  “He likes that.  But … oh god really?”  He said to himself.

I tilted my head and looked into Bruce’s eyes.  “What is it?”

Bruce whined.  “He wants to know why you spent the morning,”  He paused and shook his head.  “Okay.  I’m telling her.”  He said to himself.  “He wants to know why you distracted the bird with sex but he gets papercraft.”  By the time Bruce had finished speaking, he was blushing a deep red.

I turned in Bruce’s lap so I was straddling his thighs.  “Well, my goodness,”  I said feigning offense.  I leaned right in so I was looking right into Bruce’s eyes.  “I’m not doing anything unless Bruce agrees,”  I whispered, my lips brushing against his.

“Bruce agrees,”  Bruce said quickly.  I brought my lips to his and we kissed hungrily.  We nipped and sucked on each other’s lips as our hands roamed over each other and scrambled to get our clothes off.  I popped a button off Bruce’s shirt trying to open it and he broke a hook on my bra.  Eventually, I was naked and he had his pants down just enough for me to start rocking against his cock.  I slid up and down it, slicking his shaft with my wet pussy.

He let out a strangled moan and his head fell back.  I kissed his throat and ran my nose up his neck to his chin.  “God, I love how strongly I affect you both.”

He looked up at me again and his hands went to my hips.  His fingers bit into my skin and when I looked into his eyes I could see they were flecked with green.  “Then you should know neither of us is feeling very patient right now.”  He said in a low rumble.

I leaned right into him, hovering my mouth over his.  “Then take it,”  I growled.

His fingers flexed on my hips and with a snap of his hips, he had sunk deep inside of me.  I moaned and let my head fall back.  He circled an arm around my waist and his hand went to my hair, pulling me back down into a heated kiss.  We fucked like two animals.  He rutted up into me quick and hard as I held onto his shoulders my fingers digging into him.  We kissed hungrily and sweat started running down our skin in rivulets.  I went to touch my finger to my clit and he batted it away with a grunt.  His own fingers took its place and I cried out arching back in his lap.

When Bruce and I had sex, the Hulk was always there a little.  He is so base and primal that he’s drawn to those more base instinct things.  He usually just watched or I’d get a sense that when Bruce moved a certain way or did a certain thing that was by Hulks request.  This time he was sharing control.  He was still holding back or this would have been over before it started, but he was there and participating.

I felt my orgasm bearing down on me and I moved faster, up and down on his cock.  He leaned down and sucked at my breasts, making a deep animalistic groan. His teeth pressed into my nipple sending a sudden jolt through me.  I came hard crying out and arching back.  Bruce kept thrusting up into me.  The pulsing of my cunt seemed to bring him along with me and with a sudden snap of his hips, he came with a groan.  I could feel the pulse of his cock as he emptied inside of me.  I kept slowly rolling my hips through our orgasms.  I leaned my head against his forehead and looking into his eyes seeing the perfect blend of green and brown letting me know they were both sharing the space.

“I love you,”  I whispered.

“We love you too.”  He said and kissed me.  Much softer and more tender than last time.  I slipped off his lap and started helping him get dressed.

I was just pulling my pants back on when the elevator chimed and Clint got off.  “Holy hell, it smells like sex in here.  What were you up to?”

I started laughing and settled back against Bruce.  “I guess a shower might be in order.  No wonder Steve’s all loopy because you and I were going at it like bunnies.”

Clint nodded.  “Probably explains a lot.”

“Oh, and by the way, he told me to drink water because we’d be sweating.  So I am kindly passing that information on to you.”

“Oh god, we’re dead.  We’re so dead.”  Clint said, flopping down over the two of us.

“Oh jeez, Clint.  What the hell.”  I said shifting so he could fit.

“I just wanted to snuggle.  Is that so bad?”  He said.

Bruce reached over and ran his hand up and down Clint’s side.  “It’s fine.  Don’t worry about it.”

“How’s everything going up there?  Did you eat?  Are they getting close?”  I asked.

Clint nodded.  “Yeah, it’s coming along.  I think they’ll all be home tomorrow morning.  Guess we’ll have to wait and see.”

“Alright my loves.  Who’s up for a completely non-sexual shower?  We can get nice and clean for Steve before he wrecks us, Clint.”  I said, pulling myself to my feet.

“Does it have to be completely non-sexual?”  Clint asked as he got up after me

Bruce started laughing and I hooked my arms around each of their elbows.  “How much jizz can you make in a day, man?  You sure you’re not superhuman?”  I asked.

Both of them laughed at that and we headed to the bathroom.  We turned on the showerheads and started stripping off our clothes.  “Look… here’s the thing.  Bruce and I… well… only when it’s group stuff and that’s hardly ever because, well…”

“I chicken out and won’t join in?”  Bruce offered as he threw his dirty clothes in the hamper.

“Yeah.  That.  But we also don’t do them often.”  Clint said.  The three of us stepped in under the hot water and Clint turned to look at Bruce.  “But I do want to, Bruce.  We all love you, you know?”

Bruce dropped his gaze and nodded.  “I know.  I’m working on it.”

“It’s okay.  You don’t have to feel bad about it.  I just wanted you to know.”  Clint said with a shrug.

Bruce looked back up at Clint and took his hand before pulling him into a kiss.  Clint’s free hand went to Bruce’s face and then ran down the back of his neck.  When they broke apart they were both smiling.

“Alright, non-sexual from now on.  I’ll be good.”  Clint said and grabbed the shampoo. I moved into place in front of him automatically and he started washing my hair.

“I can’t fault you for wanting to hit that, Clint.  I mean, I just did.  But I would have thought with what was coming you’d appreciate a nice non-sexual shower.”  I said.

“Well, he is a prime dork specimen.  And we all know how I feel about dorks.”  He teased.   “He does do things to me down…”  He pointed at his dick and all three of us started laughing.  “You are right though, we’ve earned quite the punishment.”

“We sure did, we earned it all over the place.”  I teased.

“This would be the place where I make a dirty joke, grab your hand and stick it someplace.  But non-sexual.  I’ll just have a nice shower before I can’t walk anymore.”  He teased.

I slapped his ass and stepped under the water to rinse my hair out.  “You’d think you never got laid with the way you’re talking and both you and I know that’s not true.”

“With how the Captain was talking. It will be exactly like that. And he’s huge and while he knows what he’s doing. He’s going to, I can see I’m making Bruce uncomfortable.”  Clint said as he poured conditioner into his hand.

I stepped in front of him again and he slowly started applying conditioner to my hair.  “You know he’s not going to make you do anything you don’t want to. And I did some prep work for you today.”

“You did.  Should have done the other thing too.”  Clint agreed.

“You want me to plug you?  I can plug you.  Send a photo to Nat.  Maybe one to Steve to let him know you’re ready for him.”  I said looking back over my shoulder at him.

I could see him mulling it over before he nodded.  “Yeah.  Yeah okay.  Let’s do that.”

I laughed and leaned back kissing his jaw.  “Nat is going to be so annoyed she missed all this.”

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