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mskenway97 · 5 months

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Bot in flames

I have been wanting to write this for a long time and I started thinking about heat cycles in robots.

My mind was focused on bayverse optimus prime and I came up with all this.

Forgive me but I couldn't help but want to XD.

Bayverse Optimus Prime X Fem!Human!Reader

Summary: You are a new mechanic working at NEST after the problems in Egypt, you became very close to the autobot leader, until one moment he started to avoid you, the rest of autobots warnning to you. Until you find out why.

Occurs between revenge of the fallen and dark of the moon.

Words: 2,451

Warnings: heat cycles, belly budge, cumflation, masturbation, multiple orgasm, size difference,possessive, g/t

You had always been interested in technology, you had gone into mechanics although many people would not take you seriously in what you were doing. Until you started seeing something that caught your attention, the Mission City events.

A lot of people said it was a lie, a hoax… Other websites said they had witnesses and testimonies about giant robots. You tried to see more images but nothing.

Everything seemed to be a lie until a giant robot appeared on your TV telling you that you were not alone, that there were more beings in the galaxy. That even though everyone was scared, you were more interested but you were just a mechanic, no matter how much you wanted to meet them you were not going to find them, until you received a letter because of your knowledge, they were needed at the base of NEST.

They blindfolded you and put you in a black car without asking, like the movies, the ride was a bit long until you got to an interrogation room, showing if you had a criminal record, not to reveal the information here without ending up dead. Once finished they took you outside a huge hangar and put you on hold, until a middle-aged man who seemed to be the general, came to pick you up in person.

-Y/N, General Lennox we have seen that your knowledge in mechanics and your project of coexistence between machines and humans is unique. I'm just telling you try to stay calm, you're going to be surrounded by autobots. The first time is usually a surprise.

He wasn't lying when he took me to another hangar with huge beings of different sizes looking at you. I had a feeling of nervousness, butterflies and above all that he would not try to give me a heart attack. It was one thing to see fuzzy pictures on the web sites you had seen and another to see them in person…. Besides your height was not the tallest, you literally understood how the ants felt.

You saw the biggest of them all approaching, it seemed to be the leader, with red and blue flames, with what looked like parts of a truck, despite your situation it seemed interesting to you.

-Y/N, my name is Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots…. It is a pleasure to meet you, we read your project, it caught our attention, in part we need more human allies that promise us their commitment. If you decide to leave I will understand your motives but if you stay you will be apprenticed to one of our best doctors as well as learning about the coexistence you seek. Do we have your word?

You were trying to calm down when you saw that huge being kneeling in front of you and the rest of them looking at you, seeing that your nervous system was somewhat altered by the situation. Trying to calm down until you felt Lennox's hand on your shoulder as they were waiting for your answer.

You nodded as your mouth had gone dry trying to speak, the giant black robot was amused by your nervousness, he moved closer showing his cannons causing you to stumble to the ground, making him laugh.

-I like this squishy…. I'm going to like working with you

Well in the rest of the news they started to introduce you to the rest of the team, you already knew names like Ratchet, Optimus Prime, Ironhide, Sidewispe, etc. And the rest of the facilities, they put you in charge of working with Ratchet.

The weeks of adaptation were somewhat curious, as you were startled by every scare the twins and Sidewispe gave you.

Ratchet carefully taught you the systems of a robot to take care of them carefully: you learned the different parts of the body of a cybertronian, Ironhide taught you the workings of the weapons although his demonstrations still scared you so much firepower that you reflexively hid behind his leg.

Your favorite sessions were with Optimus, even though he was the biggest of them all, he was very nice to you… You started to get a little more trusting as you told each other about different experiences. He told you about his culture, his planet… You were more and more interested, he was also interested in your customs, your history. Besides, I know that his way of treating you was to carry you in his servos with care, sometimes he was contemplating, with his finger he touched your cheek, it was a strange contact but you felt quite comfortable. He had also put you on his shoulder. You didn't know if it was friendship you had with this bot, but you were happy to finally have a confidant.

You had been in NEST for a few months now, you learned quickly but there was something that had been bothering you in the last week about the behavior of a certain autobot leader.

At first it seemed to you that he was stressed out from the missions in order to find Megatron but every time you were near an Autobot he would get sideways and also with the humans you were working with. You don't talk like before either, every time you tried to talk to him alone he would disappear saying he had something else to do. This was starting to bother you a lot but with the meetings you didn't have the time or the moment.

-Y/N aren't paying attention to the lessons…. - Ratchet said as he tapped me on his digit.

-Sorry, Ratchet, I just had something else on my mind.

-You should be focused on where you are right now. Although I guess it's about Optimus right?

You were surprised to see that the doc bot had guessed it. Seeing your expression, he laughed at you a little.

-It's obvious, everyone at the base is aware of you… The truth is, we haven't seen Optimus happy with someone in millennia.

You sighed as I grabbed the tools and went to work on one of Ironhide's weapons.

-I don't understand his behavior lately… He's been acting so strange, I'm worried.

Ratchet cleared his throat as he became serious while forcing you to look at him with his digits on your chin - This business you should stay out of, y/n. He'll get over it, just try not to be alone with him.

You didn't understand why Ratchet gave you that advice you tried, he looked at you again - Believe me y/n, it's best to keep your distance from Optimus for now.

There was something you didn't understand about what was going on, you asked the rest of the Autobots about it, almost everyone gave you fuzzy answers about what was happening to the autobot leader, until you got to Ironhide who gave you another warning that left you even more surprised.

-Squishy, there are some things you shouldn't meddle with no matter how curious you are. Although if you solve your doubts I wish you luck so you can get out of it - said Ironhide

You were thoughtful about everything you had heard from the autobots, you missed Optimus since the last few months you had felt an attachment to the autobot leader that went beyond friendship with him. You admitted that you had fallen in love with that big guy with blue optics, his kindness, his authority and obviously his height and figure.

Although you were still curious about what was going on, you decided to follow the advice of the autobots not to be alone with the autobot leader for the time being. You were succeeding but every time you entered a room his gaze followed you everywhere. You literally felt like cat and mouse, there would come a time when cat would end up getting what he wanted even though you didn't know what.

Until one day when you were almost ready to leave because you had overstayed your welcome at the base, you heard a noise in the hangars.

Lennox and the military team explained to you that the farthest hangars of the base were for storage or special equipment for both autobots and humans. Something in your instincts told you that you should not go there but you decided to go out of curiosity, you opened the big door carefully, that place was dark so you stepped carefully not to touch anything dangerous.

Your nerves were on edge and the adrenaline was the only thing that kept you moving, you were getting closer to the source of the noise, at the same time you were seeing that there was smoke around, making this put you more alert than before, it was clear that you were not alone in this place.

You came to see a dim light at the back of the warehouse, it was difficult to pass with so many boxes around but you passed as you could. Finally you arrived carefully at the origin where you were surprised to see who was there.

It was Optimus, with his exhaust pipes producing smoke while on a large part of his body there was a pink liquid around his body.

You were about to approach to see if he was okay but you stopped when you heard him…

He was moaning?

He was at the same time rubbing what seemed to be his spike, while there was even more transfluid.

You remembered certain lessons that gave you some embarrassment from Ratchet. You were trying to remember but seeing the leader like that made you tingle. You shook your head it was clear you were not supposed to be here. You were going to tread carefully until you heard him moaning your name….

You tried to leave carefully until you bumped into one of the crates making a lot of noise.

-Who's there?" growled the autobot leader.

You tried to hide quickly only to feel a servo around your body. You closed your eyes, you were trembling at the sight.

-Look at me...

You opened your eyes to see how it was caressing you with its digits. - How long have you been here? - asked the autobot leader.

That tone made you shiver, it didn't seem like Optimus was the one he was talking to.

- I haven't seen anything, I'll leave without bothering...

-No... I've been avoiding this situation for the past few weeks, feeling jealous of the rest that came close to you and what hurts me the most is that you started avoiding me. My y/n... This time, you are going to stay by my side.

You didn't understand what was happening, until two of his fingers were touching your thighs making you shudder.

- You know how much I wanted you, your kindness and curiosity. Your smile, your beauty... and your figure. Oh Primus, my spike was begging to enter your body. To make you mine... I know you want it too

You moaned again, as you felt the pressure on your thighs... you were starting to feel hot I knew you should stop but at the same time you wanted to know where I wanted to go.

His optics were watching you seeing a smile on your face.

-Well I see that you agree....

Then you felt his glossa lick your neck and then kiss you while continuing the pressure on your thighs. Right now you were reacting to several streams of pleasure that you never thought was possible.

His digits removed your pants while he kept kissing you and you felt his glossa tasting your taste.

You moaned as you felt a digit around your entrance.

-I'm just preparing your body for the best part... let yourself go, my little one," he whispered in your ear as you felt his digit touching your insides moving up and down making you moan in different ways for the leader's pleasure while he whispered how much he wanted you, he loved you madly but at the same time he didn't want to scare you away.

You moaned again as you looked up at him.

- Then you too... - you said between moans as he digit around your walls.

-Yes... I love you and I need you...

You climaxed as he pulled out his digit and licked it. He smiled at you as you caught your breath. You thought you were going to rest but you saw he was bringing his spike closer.

-We're not done yet... I want to feel you more... Mine all mine

You were going to protest but you felt his spike enter inside of you and saw a big bulge through your body. He started to move slowly.

-You are so tight

As you gasped as you tried to take it, it overcame the digit. Once he adjusted to your body he began to move faster and faster and you both gasped at the same pace. He was about to climax, you fell in as he could.

-Wait I can't... ah! It's going to be too much.

-Ah! -Easy... i can't out! Ah! Oh Primus! - gasped Optimus as well.

You both climaxed as you felt your body fill with the transfluid.

Your belly completely swollen as he carefully removed his spike while some transfluid fell out.

-That was... Intense - you said while touching your belly - What happened to you?

Optimus kissed your forehead as he placed you close to his chest.

- We have heat cycles something your species would say in heat, I couldn't take it anymore.... I should have done it sooner though, my little one.

You smiled and I snuggled close.

-Then I won't move away next time.

Optimus chuckled and held you close.

You had learned a lesson from the heat cycles, something that was not to be the last time.

#sam writes #optimus prime #transformers #optimus prime x reader #optimus x reader #transformers x reader #robot x human #maccadam #maccadams #valveplug #transformers g/t #g/t #bayverse optimus prime #i wanted show this so long #i finally finished it #optimus #size difference

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pansear-doodles · 3 months

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update on situation

"Hi all, We've been made aware today of really troubling messages sent by Ludeo on social media, which understandably have caused a lot of upset and concern among community members, and our moderation team.

Staff are really concerned about Ludeo being linked to Rain World and promoted to players. We feel we have a responsibility to make players aware of this, discourage account-linking, and also to talk with the publisher and advocate that this deal doesn't go ahead.

We also understand that members are upset and want to raise awareness about the situation, and how important it is to speak out against companies like Ludeo.

We are also obliged to keep the server free from sensitive or distressing topics, specifically because it often leads to arguments, causes a lot of stress for users to witness & staff to handle, and becomes a breeding ground for a lot of misinformation. There are plenty of spaces online to discuss sensitive topics and as a video game server we're just not equipped to handle them.

As a result, and due to staff and helpers overworked from trying to moderate this, we've made the decision to lock the server for the next 48 hours at minimum. The hope is that the publishers will have made an announcement or decision by then and we'll have a lot more clarity on what's happening next. This server is moderated by volunteers who are independent from game publishers and all associated legal connections. Please do not DM Server Staff during this time as we're all either extremely busy or taking a break. Your best way to contact the publishers are the links provided below:

Twitter: https://twitter.com/akuparagames

Website: https://www.akuparagames.com/contact-us/

Server Staff do not support Ludeo. We're extremely distressed by the recently emerged posts and would sever all connections the company has with Rain World's publishers in a heartbeat if we could. Developer post: https://twitter.com/VideocultMedia/status/1764695214088765644

(@,Courier is also closed and will not accept messages during this period.)"

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By [AG: Buddy]:

"Hey, folks. I've been keeping up with Ludeo stuff all morning and taking the time to talk to a ton of different people about it. I've been talking with James, I just got out of a call with server staff, and I've spent some time with my team at Akupara talking through everything we've seen about Ludeo. I'm not in a position to announce what we're doing yet but I do wanna just quickly say to all of you: If it matters to you, it matters to me. It'll probably be a day or two before I can sit down with James and write the Ludeo Announcement™ but once I make sure everything lines up, I'll post to make sure you guys know where we're at. Until then, -Buddy"

#rain world #rainworld #rainworld downpour #rain world downpour #lately ive been seeing people saying the mods are spineless but lets face it. the stress and upset is understandable.

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formulinos · 7 months

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Hello everybody! Today, I come to you off-character to touch on such a heavy topic that is the ongoing genocide taking place in Palestine. For the past month, Gaza and the West Bank has been unrelentingly attacked by Israel in retaliation against a surprise attack by Hamas - an armed Palestian group, who was in fact partially funded by Israel in the 70s.

Currently, Gaza stands practically without resources such as fuel, water, food and medical supplies while bombings continue. The little that manages to pass through is thanks to the continuous work of organisations that help to pass on donations to the people inside.

As we witness such a strong wave of hate take over our society due to the escalation of actions of a powerful group of bigots way back in the 20s, it truly is painful to see how they have succeeded in dividing us to their own gains. The Jewish have suffered too much to now have to see a settler state commit the same crimes it was once inflicted upon them. Likewise, the Palestinians have been in forcefully stripped of everything they have, and now what’s being demanded of them is their families and their lives. Nobody deserves this.

Therefore, my goal here is to try and fundraise whatever little possible in benefit of Palestine. There are three ways I wish to help:

1) Donations to the UNRWA: The United Nations Agency Relief and Works Agency for Palestine Refugees in the Near East is one of the main sources of assistance for Palestinians as circa 717 000 people are currently sheltering in 149 UNRWA facilities. Most recently, one of their schools has been bombed in Jabalia, resulting in the 15 deaths and 70 injuries.

2) Donations to the Medical Aid for Palestinians: MAP have been instrumental in providing help to Palestine, managing to supply them with essential medication, medical supplies, hygiene kits and even mattresses and blankets. One of the main consequences of this siege is the eminent threat of a public health crisis with a possible spread of infectious diseases and it’s instrumental to Palestinians to have access to more supplies as soon as possible.

3) Donations to #ConnectingGaza: This is an initiative from writer Mirna El Helbawi to supply eSIMS to people. Connections often go dark in Palestine as Israel shuts them off prior to attacks, so Palestinians often rely on these eSIMS hosted abroad to reach their families, obtain help and coordinate the delivery of donations.

I’ve created a PayPal account for this purpose with the money being split equally between these three organisations. I have a small blog but my number of followers is non-negligible, and as every penny counts I could not ignore the possibility of being there for Palestine in the only way I could. Please, whatever you can give works just well, and if you don’t have anything to give you can still reblog this!

If you don’t trust an internet stranger, however, and you wish to donate directly to these charities, by all means do! In their websites they have instructions on how you can collaborate, this fundraiser is only here to make it even easier for you to help. I fully intend on updating you daily with how much has been raised and passing all I have directly to the organisations above. Whoever tries to con you guys with such a severe topic is going straight to megahell.

Here’s my PayPal: LINK

#gaza strip #palestine #fundraising #formula 1 #f1 #idk how to tag this so please reblog this away

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2023himbotournament · 3 months

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CONTACT YOUR GOVERNMENT AND DEMAND A CEASEFIRE FOR PALESTINE

For Eu look up:

Voices in Europe for peace

For Usa look up:

US campaign for Palestinian rights

BOYCOTT FOR PALESTINE

FOA (Friends of Al-Aqsa) have organized a boycott in support of palestine. Here are the key companies to boycott:

HP (Hewlett Packard)

Coca-Cola

Israeli produce

We will be ending our call to boycott

PUMA once the contract with IFA officially dissolves in 2024. Until then, we encourage you to continue boycotting PUMA products.

Please help to spread the word by sending this copypasta to as many blogs as you can and/or going to FOAs website where you can find posters to download and print out

Ok I'm not a copypasta person unless it's memes but like. Look I'm not Palestinian but I'm also a Southwest Asian and my mental health has definitely deteriorated seeing just. Everything. Especially the increase in racism and islamophobia (I'm also muslim) and seeing all the hate crimes and knowing that someone could probably shoot me in the head while I'm writing gay fanfiction in public and justify it by saying that I could've been a dangerous terrorist and therefore my entire family tree must be eradicated-

basically what I'm trying to say is that I'm hoping that making this post on the himbo tourney blog will get some eyes on this. Like. I've been feeling really powerless about this and kinda just like shriveling up and dying lately. Tbh. The world is fxcked right now. In the year of our lord 2024 /ref, here we are post undertale we are being pro-genocide how funny is that haha. It's not funny. It's. It's not. It's not funny . I can't. I've seen too many videos of children dying and crying and I just. I saw the one thing about the kid with cerebral palsy whose parents got shot right in front of them for literally no reason and then they got yelled at by soldiers and like. People literally will look at this and call these people animals?? I saw that term get thrown around a lot. It's just disgusting and like.

have people seen the bingo the literal genocide bingo. People are treating this like a joke like. Do people not realize that Southwest Asian people are like... people??? We're people you know. Like this is mainly targeting Arabs but I've seen stuff about people discriminating against the rest of us too (mainly because they can't tell the difference. Because the idea of not treating Asian cultures as interchangeable applies until you get to Southwest Asia I guess even in progressive circles everyone just says Arab for everything even here I've seen people like-). I'm Persian and I'm still scared someone will cut my life off. I'm 16. Nowruz is next week and I just want to live to it with my family. My mind is inundated wit the tears of the families that had never gotten to have their celebrations. Because of one group on one day.

one group on one day. One group on one day. it's always that. it's always that for people like us.I feel like I'm going insane. It's just 9/11 in America all over again. I wasn't even born for that. But you can just feel it all around you. And now we have the sequel, across the world. But it's used the same way. 7/23. Can't wait for the memes /s. This one thing happens therefore we can dedicate multiple months to killing all of you just making you suffer stripping your dignity you don't deserve anything and we'll make the world hate you because fxck you and then the world goes along with it because nothing good ever happens and I just want to escape from this but every time I go on tumblr it's just this and I know if I ever stop seeing this it means that the worst has happened anyway

and then people try to act like YOU'RE the bigot because you're trying to hold a country's government and military force responsible for war crimes just because the country has its branding in minority groups. How about I make this crystal clear: I don't give a flying fxck about what Israel is, it's what it's doing that matters. I'd be saying nearly the same shzt if they were PERSIAN, and that is MY ETHNICITY. I literally do not care. It doesn't matter. Because killing people is wrong and that should not be a controversial statement but I guess some people like the sound of screams in the morning. The Palestinian death toll has surpassed the 7/23 death toll. And it's still going. And not all the deaths have even been accounted for because bodies are still buried under rubble. Because they're still bombing people and they won't stop. And no one will make them stop.

like I don't give a fxck about Hamas either, I heard some of the members did genuinely say some like directly quoted antisemitic shzt and also they like condoned a racist caricature of a black woman in a magazine I think but I'm not sure about the second one (I know the magazine thing definitely happened but I'm not sure of their like involvement at all-) like. I don't need to suck there dzcks like some people do it's one group of fxcks like I don't. They're just the excuse being used for this. You're bombing the entire population of a country where the majority population is fzcking tater tots. You're attacking children. You are killing children. Paint yourself purple. Dammit. Just. Again it's 9/11 all over again but in another country.

even then like it's like. You know that trope in cartoons that shows up more often than you'd think that was in like Avatar and Korra and RWBY I think where there's like a fictional minority that is oppressed and wants rights and then active protest is represented by an evil terrorist group who attacks people and is the villains of the media and passive protest is always portrayed as good and active protest is evil and there's no nuance and also they just frame the group as just like evil spawned out of nowhere not addressing that they literally would not exist if not for the truly evil system of oppression that basically created them. Like.

You know Hamas only exists because Palestinians were already treated like shzt right? Like they were already displaced and didn't consent to the whole Israel thing and like look up Nakba it's fzcking awful like. Hamas is just a symptom of the disease and there will just be another Hamas if you try to knock it down without actually like. Doing anything about. the fact that Palestinians are oppressed. but people will just act like you can keep punching at Hamas like that'll result in anything like they're the flowers not the roots y'know-

also I'm calling it here, this entire thing is gonna definitely be used down the line by Neo-nazis I mean it kinda already is being used to justify antisemitism but like I saw the stuff of people trying to redefine antisemitism to be synonymous with antizionism and make isrseli and jewish synonymous and to basically gatekeep jewishness from anti-zionist jews (I'm not kidding I actually saw shzt like that) and it's like. Y'all they're gonna turn around in a year or two like "ohhh look at the big bad scary jews- I mean Israelis their identity is literally tied to the genocide of Palestinians they are inherently evil there is no denying it!" (Ignoring the fact that the USA and other bastards of colonization did the same shzt as Israel literally the same story history is repeating itself but we have social media brands this time-). And then like what the fxck do you do about it when the word antisemitic now means anticolonialist so no one takes it seriously anymore. What the fxck are you supposed to do about that. And when they probably made themselves right because they probably contributed to Palestinian Genocide themselves they don't care they're just using them as props in their fxcking jew hatred. But like. Yeah you are now tied to this nationality that is tied to fxcking genocide what do you do? It's like perfect to use for fearmongering around Jewish people since the shzt they used before somehow worked despite literally being pulled out of their xss istg like where the fxck did any of the bank stuff come from like. The fzck?-

im tired. I'm so tired. Both in the literal "It's past 1am" sense and the less literal "make the stop" sense.

I just don't want people to die. I just want people to be happy. I just want people to not suffer but every day it feels like it's getting worse and I just want something to change for the better and I'm scared. Why do people act like it's a bad thing to not want people to suffer? I don't understand. I just. I just don't understand. I. am I naive? For this?

does this wish make me naive?

#I can't take it anymore #I want to cry

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mushroompoisoning · 2 months

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Good friend, I ask of you because I trust you, what are these "The Mechanisms" you are so fond of?

Okay I tried to type out an incredibly long summary but tumblr deleted it so you're getting a semi-sane version instead

The Mechanisms are a band of immortal, space-faring pirates travelling the universe singing about the tragedies they witness for our entertainment!

There are nine main members you'll hear about, with the tenth - Dr Carmilla - having left much earlier and making her own music 👍 ( there is technically an eleventh but they're more of a mystery easter egg than anyone we know things about )

Quick lore thing: the mechanisms immortality works from the mechanical part(s) they each have. They can die and get injured, but they'll revive whenever the narrative wants them too. All logic in this universe functions off of Would It Be Good For The Story

The cast is:

Jonny D'Ville (he/him) is the ship's first mate ( don't let him tell you otherwise ) and he's got a mechanical heart

Nastya Rasputina (she/her) is the ship's engineer and girlfriend! Yea the ship - Aurora - is alive btw. She's got me hanical blood

Ashes O'Reily (they/them) is the ship's quartermaster and best arsonist! they've got mechanical lungs

Drumbot Brian (he/him) is the ship's pilot and the only one with a moral code. It's controlled by a switch which flips between Means Justify Ends and Ends Justify Means with no nuance. everything is mechanical except for his heart

Ivy Alexandria (she/her) is the ship's archivist! Pretty chill, cares more for books than violence but that doesn't mean she disapproves of the latter. she's got a mechanical brain

The Toy Soldier (it/its) is the mascot and whatever else they tell it to be! it just wants to be involved. will follow anything you tell it if you ask nicely ( or with enough force ). it's not actually mechanized, and is instead a sentient wooden man

Gunpowder Tim (he/him) is the ship's master at arms! madman war veteran who I love dearly. he blew up the moon. he's great. I pick favourites. he's got mechanical eyes

Raphaella La Cognizi (she/her) is the ship's unethical scientist! nothing is off the table when it comes to research. nothing. theory is she mechanized her, but iirc that unconfirmed. she's got a mechanical spine and wings!

and Baron Marius Von Raum (he/him) who is neither the ships baron nor doctor. he claims to be both, though. Deeply unserious fella. he's got a mechanical arm

^ here are some good images for crew reference

OKAY! Now onto actual music

They have six albums and a couple singles!

Once Upon a Time (In Space) is an unconventional retelling of classic fairytales

High Noon over Camelot is a retelling of King Arthur

Ulysses Dies at Dawn is a greek mythos adaptation

and The Bifrost Incident is a norse mythos adaptation

there's also Tales To Be Told volumes I and II, and the two single Frankenstein and Death To The Mechanisms ( technically that one is part of an album but the album is just a bunch of their other songs from already existing albums )

The tales to be told albums contain some of the mechanisms origins!

One Eyed Jacks is Jonny's

Lucky Sevens is Ashes'

Lost In The Cosmos is Brian's

and Gunpowder Tim vs The Moon Kaiser I don't think I have to say

Nastya has an origin song, but it was never officially put on anything. You can find it on the @mechanismslorearchive ( you can get any lore you want on there )

They also have a number of live shows ( you can find those on youtube ) and written stories on their website! I recommend these if you wanna get to know the mechanisms as characters better

that is the basic rundown. I'm not an expert on the mechs so if you're looking to talk to a metaphorical seasoned nurse instead of a med student I'd go to @bugsinthebayou or @gunpowderdtim (sorry for tagging yall)

#wallace says shit #asks & answers #mechs posting #HP!!#hope thats right I had to check your name #enjoy this messy and amateur summary #god I hope there are. limited mistakes in this.

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lady-ashfade · 2 years

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gn!knight!reader x rhaenyra. the reader is secretly in love wit rhaenyra. rhaenyra knows the reader like her and keeps teasing the reader when there alone. until rhaenyra showed up to the reader chamber (at night) and kiss the reader once they open the door (because rhae saw the reader talking to one of her maiden and got jealous.) And the reader just stands there (feeling unsure but eventuality kiss back.) and they started dating secretly. thank you!!

The jealous princess

Rhaenyra Targaryen x Gn!Knight!Reader

Yes thank you for requesting! This is my first posted house of the dragon fic and even game of thrones. I hope you like it! Tried for gn reader but tell me if I missed up somewhere,

Warning: A jealous Targaryen, the reader being slightly flirty with someone else, poor writing and mistakes.

Do not re upload my works onto any other website, page or anything. I do not own house of the dragon of any of its characters but the reader.

Being apart of kings guard was a high honor for you and your family, since you were a child you only dreamed of following in your father’s footsteps.

Training all your life to live up to the honor of your family and to be worthy of titles and duty is something you prided yourself. You work and work to over come any situation and you always seemed to come out on top.

But being one of the guards to watch over the targaryen princess is one of the hardest tasks to deal with. Her constant wanting to disobey orders, wanting chaos and for her own way of things. Every time you were the one on duty it was like she was against you over anything else.

Everything about her was aggravating and petty and it made you fall for the beautiful princess. Her wit and mischievous side was something you admired and couldn’t help but find some what charming.

Though you couldn’t always guard the princess she always found a way to be around you, somewhere. You could be training and you look up as see her looking down and she would give a grin and turn her attention onto something.

The princess had grown her place in your heart and no matter how hard you tried…

Pacing through the hallway you turned the corner and without realizing you had been in the way of someone else. Feeling the impact of their body weight on your chest and then them falling onto the ground.

“Oh gods,” looking down you saw one of the maiden girls and the clothes that were probably folded at once now over the ground, “Forgive me.” Leaning down to help her pick up what you had knocked over and she looked panicked.

“No, please forgive me.” Her head shook and she pulled everything she could reach quickly back into the basket. “I wasn’t watching where I was going, I was too lost in my head and I-” she stop when she saw you smiling and hearing you laugh.

She look even more confused and stressed but you stop yourself some any further amused. “I was clearly in the wrong, a knight shouldn’t harm a woman. Are you alright? My armor didn’t hurt you at all and the fall?” Handing back the clothes she dropped, she took it slowly.

“You aren’t like the others.” She stated and offered you a kind smile and that only sparked more smile in you. “I hope you mean that in good spirit.” Shifting yourself back up to stand above her and offering a hand to help her up.

She looked at it and grabbed it as you helped her up. “Thank you for your help.” She bowed her head and you dropped her hand back down.

“I must wish you farewell, we both have important duties to get back too.” You spoke as she nodded and quickly rushed away and you watched her. She was a sweet maiden, and pretty.

Maybe you should have scanned the area before you acted so kindly towards someone else. The Targaryen princess watches you from behind the wall further down the hall.

You were so kind to everyone you came across but this was a different setting, the maiden seemed to be just as captured by you as she was. Rhaenyra was not going to stand for it, she was going to make sure you knew that your affection wasn’t just for everyone.

Later that night when half the city was getting ready for bed and then sun was down, the moon shining with stolen beauty you had began slipping into your nightly robes.

The fireplace burned and the cup of wine and your book was patiently waiting for you to sit back and relax. Oh how you longed for this time, carrying around armor wasn’t fun.

Thanks to your family you had your own chambers and a nice one to but nothing compared to the higher ups but it was still cozy and comfortable.

Just tying the strings to your robe a knock at the door caused you to let out a sigh. You made way over to the door and pulled it open and the last person you expected was right before you.

“Princess what are you doing up at such a hour? Is there a emergency?” Questioning her only lead to her cunning smirk grow and she shook her head.

“Just wanted to see you, and give you something.” This was unusual for her. Everyone moment you two would spend she couldn’t get fair enough away from you.

She would tease you about every little thing you did but at least she found joy in your sorrow. “I appreciate it whatever my lady has gotten for me but at this time you should be in your own chambers.”

“Oh? Maybe I wanted to get used to yours.” She stepped closer and by her body language and her voice she was teasing again. In a more mischievous way and it was getting under your skin.

You couldn’t look away from her beautiful face getting closer to yours, getting a better view at every detail on her face. Going to question her about what she was doing.

“I must ask again what you are- Hmph.”

She moves her body to yours and pressed her silky lips onto yours, feeling like the gods blessed them themselves. But by doing so they doomed you because you wouldn’t be able to find softer ones.

Standing still not to break your vow and to see what this was about and you still had no clue as to why she was doing this. Was it to tease you more? Was it to somehow get you in trouble?

But gods what ever she was doing you wanted to give in so very badly to her games.

“Next time you think about playing toy with one of the maiden girls remember there is a princess who will make your time well spent. And she doesn’t like sharing her things,” she step away from your frozen frame and took ahold of the door handle.

“Enjoy your evening.” Closing the door you came face with the wood carvings. Staring at it for a while to understand if that had truly just happened or if you were hallucinating.

The woman you had feelings for had openly told you that she was jealous and didn’t want to share you. Not only that but she gave you a kiss, not a kiss on the cheek but a real kiss.

“Oh no.” Putting a hand up to your mouth to feel the place of where hers once were. And once again you were reminded that in your heart…

Rhaenyra Targaryen was always going to be there.

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Oh So Tempting

Pairing: Ari Levinson x female Reader (cover name 'Spencer Thomas', used sparingly)

Summary: Having a crush on your mission leader was a bad choice. Especially for a highly dangerous mission, in which one mistake meant death. Dancing around temptation and hopping between giving in and staying strong is dangerous. As dangerous as the mission itself. Luckily Ari Levinson is one hell of a skilled Agent and Man.

Warnings: the reader is thirsting after Ari a little, allusions to suggestive themes/thoughts but no explicit mention, Ari is a warning on it itself, he also is only ever half-dressed in this

Wordcount: 5.2 K

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A/N: This was requested by the wonderful @drabblewithfrannybarnes, Carly I hope you do enjoy this 💚

The last of these neat bts scenes (provided by the lovely @luvinchris) was quite the inspiration for the last scene, have fun with that info 😏

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Ari Levinson was the epitome of Man. Heart of Gold and a body carved out of the finest Marmor. He was a protector, fierce and strong.

He was her mission leader. And her fellow Agent.

Her crush.

Because as a Mossad agent, a trained assassin, she apparently still could develop a childish, stupid crush - rivaling that of every teenager - on a man so beautiful even god would weep seeing him.

It was the stupidly groomed and full beard and that long mop of hair, looking shinier than the finest silk and softer than the softest fabric in the world. Or his mind-blowingly long lashes, any woman would be jealous of, together with these blue eyes. Bluer than the sky. Deeper than the ocean. They held so much emotion, barely giving one a glimpse of the seemingly endless wit and intelligence this man possessed.

Whatever it was, it was getting her in trouble. The mission was dangerous. They were in enemy territory, always alert, always watching out. She couldn’t be distracted.

Ari wasn’t making it any easier for her with his tight, scandalously short pants, that simply cupped his ass. They made the roundness of it pop, like a perfect apple you wanted to sink your teeth in. Not that she ever thought of something like that. Not to mention the shirts he only ever buttoned up halfway, giving away a peek of his chest, dusted with a fine coat of hair and the perfectly chiseled pecs and abs hiding behind.

The flight to Sudan was torturous, the worst flight she had ever had. She wasn't even able to blame all the smoke clouding the small, cramped space of the plane as most of the other passengers smoked. No, it was entirely Ari in that blue shirt and jacket, looking like a runway model rather than an agent on a secret mission. She had barely been able to keep her eyes from him - which really, they wanted to be subtle, get through the checks easily. With Jake being dragged off by some guards she was on edge, then she lost herself once again in Ari and nearly missed her turn to present her fake passport. She recovered but barely so.

One little fact made everything even worse for her: Her identity. Her fake identity. Spencer Thomas, born in the United States, studied business at the same university she first met her future husband. At first, they were acquaintances, losing touch after their graduation but a chance meeting in a diner at an airport, both of them stranded by bad weather, brought them together. Even the strain of him leaving for his next anthropology expedition, the separation of thousands of miles hadn’t stopped them. They had been together ever since and married shortly after.

She could have killed Ethan for that identity. What she should have done, was argue it was too much of a liability. A danger since both the Sudanese government could use that fact as leverage as well as the not-so-friendly other groups they had surely roused with their runover of a road blockage.

Now it was too late.

They had been here for over two weeks now, almost three. Their first rescue mission was successfully accomplished the previous night. It had been late for everyone but since they had a bunch of - accidental - German tourists, none of them had been able to sleep in. Except for Ari.

Everyone was already busy: there was breakfast to be served and cleaned up, guest laundry and bedding to wash, shopping to be done and classes to be held. Still, Ari didn’t show up to anything. To her personally, it was a blessing. No Ari meant no distraction for her, no getting lost in his good looks, no catching herself ogling him, no inappropriate thoughts about his sinful thighs and biceps or that killer smile and tuft of chest hair he showed off all the time. No, she simply could slave away in the kitchen without a distraction, nearly single-handedly preparing breakfast for an entire hotel and now washing up too. She’d hoped some of the hotel staff would help with the food from now on, but the organization of it all was still lacking.

Footsteps coming closer alerted her, yet she didn’t look up when she heard someone enter, thinking it would be Rachel or even Sam.

“Morning.” Ari’s voice caught her off guard. Her head shot up and she scrambled, nearly dropping the glass in her hands. So he was up after all.

“Morning,” she answered him, trying to stay cool and calm her beating heart again. Her hands were covered in slippery, soapy water, bubbles coating her fingers up to her knuckles as she scrubbed away at plates and glasses. He always managed to catch her off guard, to surprise her. No one else could make her lose her composure so fast, it was infuriating. She was a trained professional for fucks sake. She shouldn’t even bat an eye.

“There is still some leftover food from breakfast if you want. It’s probably already cold though.” She heard him grunt, the small noise sent a shiver up her spine. Her hand barely shook as she briefly lifted it out of the sink and pointed to the side, where the food was stashed. Some water dripped onto the floor before she put her hands back into the sink.

Ruffling could be heard and as she glanced to the side she gasped quietly. Ari’s broad and nacked back faced her as he stood before the leftover spreads, picking some of the food up with his hands and stuffing it in his mouth. While he still chewed he brushed off the crumbles from his fingers. Quickly she focused back on the sink. She felt his presence coming up behind her, guessing that he was probably leaning against the table in the middle of the room.

“Do you by any chance still have some coffee?” He asked her, mouth still half full and chewing his food.

“There is.” Shaking her hands off, some of the soot flew over the edge of the sink, a small soapy bubble flew up in the air nearly landing on her nose, as she turned toward the odd-looking coffee jug. She hadn’t exactly figured out what it was, a jug or a pot, yet, but it seemed like a local appliance and the coffee made with it tasted better than any coffee she had ever had from a machine. It was even still warm. Filling the dark liquid into a cup, the fine herb aroma spread through the small kitchen.

She turned around with the cup, nearly letting it drop. Only at the last moment she was able to compose herself. Her grip around the handle tightened as she held it out towards the man. The half-naked man, only glad in a flimsy pair of cotton underpants. Not even shorts. Ari briefly shot her a questioning look, curiosity flashing in his eyes before he leaned forward and took the cup from her.

“Thanks,” he told her, smiling at her. With a small nod he took a sip. His face twisted in pleasure and he let out a small moan. Heat crept up her neck, her mind immediately jumped to much different scenarios, wondering if he had a similar face or noises then too.

“Good?” Biting her lip she watched as he leaned back against the table.

“Good.” He answered her, one hand leaning on the top, his legs casually crossed. And if that wasn’t bad enough with his tantalizing pants hiding nothing, tempting her to have her eyes dip down and catch a glance, he kept watching her while sipping his coffee.

“Is there…something else?” Her voice was slightly higher than usual as she desperately tried holding onto every last part of her will. Her skin felt hot and she swore for once she wasn’t sweating from the general heat but from his burning look.

“There is a diving class starting in a little bit. Will you join me?”

“I’m not finished with the dishes.” Maybe her answer came too fast, shot out too quickly. Having to stay close to him was torture for her, it made her brain shortcircuit. Ari tutted and put his cup down.

“Come on. Everyone is going onto the dive. It would look questionable if you weren’t going to. You know my-”

“- Don’t say it!” She interrupted him, warned him, her finger pointing at his chest. He loved to remind her of her fake identity. Frustrated, she chewed on her bottom lip. He was right. Damn him for it. Dropping her hand, she sighed, “Fine. But it’s your fault if there’ll be bugs in the kitchen.”

Ari shook his head and simply grinned at her. Together they left the kitchen. She trudged slowly behind him, not entirely mad she had to follow. That way she could at least ogle his perfect butt for a while. On their way out he managed to ask some of the staff to take over the kitchen, and just like that she was reminded again that he indeed was their team leader.

The terrace opened directly into the beach, the shore in front of them just a couple of meters away. It was a nice place, idyllic even if you could ignore where you were and what else might be going on in the area around. Just to the right of the hotel sat the dock and the small shack that held all the diving equipment and the wetsuits. Assembled on the wooden fixture were already a small group of tourists and the rest of the team. And of course, they were all already wearing their equipment. Rachel looked up at Ari and her before Jake spoke up,

“There you are. There are still wetsuits in the shack. Hurry up. We’ve been just waiting for you.”

Ari walked over to the shack, opening the door and motioning for her to enter first. She walked into the small hut, bare lit only by the cracks in between the wooden panels. It smelled a little musty and heavily salty. There were still a bunch of wetsuits both hanging on some hooks on the wall and piled on top of a small table. Looking through them she grabbed one that seemed to be for women and her size. Ari had grabbed one too. As she looked over at him, he was already watching her or rather her choice of clothing. Raising one eyebrow, he at least had the idea to look a little guilty.

“You don’t usually wear anything under a wetsuit.” Heat started to creep up her neck and face until all she could feel was warmth.

“Spencer?” He asked her and she swallowed. Briefly, she glanced down at her body before she nodded.

"Uhm, alright.." Looking around the shack only solidified what she already knew. It was tight and there was barely enough space for Ari to even stand up straight. No less big enough for both of them to hide and change in peace, “Turn around and don’t peek!”

He nodded, and the serious Ari, her team leader, was back again. In a way, it calmed her and made her hands less shaky as she also turned around, nearly too late. Ari was already pulling his shorts down, flashing the top of his buttcheeks to her. She felt even hotter now, her breath unsteady.

First to go were her shorts. Immediately afterward she slipped into the wetsuit, shimming it up to her hips. The next thing to go was her top. She tugged it over her head and let it drop to the floor of the shack and then she hesitated. Briefly turning towards Ari, she could see him still occupied with getting the suit over his broad shoulders. She watched him hop a little, almost hitting his head on the ceiling.

With a calming breath, she reached toward her back. There was a small clink the clasp of her bra made as it opened. She watched the piece of clothing slide to the floor. A small breeze, coming through a crack in the wall, caressed her skin, reminding her of her uncovered state. Hurriedly she started to shove her arms into the suit, pulling it over her shoulders. It fit like a second skin, tight and almost on its own covering all the important parts, even without the zip pulled up. Which was good because the zipper turned out to be her enemy.

She pulled and pulled on it but it wouldn’t budge or go any further than belly button height. Her fingers kept slipping, the tiny metal piece uncooperative. It made her huff and swear under her breath.

A shadow appeared behind her, Ari’s tall build towered over her. She froze in her movement as his hand reached out, pulling her hand from the offending metal clip.

“Let me help you,” he murmured, turning her around. Looking up at him she swallowed hard, barely nodding. He kept looking at her with this intensity in his eyes, patiently waiting for her permission. Once she gave it his hands reached for the zipper. Softly she gasped. It felt intimate. Too intimate. It made her head spin, so many thoughts - too many of them inappropriate - zipping around. His face was concentrated, his forehead slightly wrinkled and his lips puckered. His soft, plush lips looked so kissable at that moment, it was all she could think about besides the fact that his knuckles were brushing over her exposed skin. As the zipper moved up, he came ever closer to the valley of her breasts. Then his fingers graced over them, over the wetsuit. The sensation made her dizzy. Until his knuckles hit her chin when he reached the top.

“Sorry,” he told her, brushing his thumb over her skin. She shook her head, brain too fried with thoughts about him.

“T-thank you.” The words barely came out of her. Both of them were quiet, simply looking at the other. Something was brewing in the air between them when the door smacked against the wall.

“Are you ready? You are keeping the entire group up?” Sam grouched making them scatter. Ari was the first to follow Sam out, leaving her alone in the shack. She took a moment, one she definitely needed to calm down and sort her thoughts. With her composure back she joined the group outside. Max helped her step onto the boat and it was as if nothing happened. Ari was in the other boat not even looking at her as they set sail.

Poppy, upbeat music poured out of the small player stacked upon some crates in what was usually the dining area of the hotel. The tables and chairs were cleared to make room for the aerobics class Rachel was currently holding. How she managed to memorize the entire choreography so fast was unknown to Spencer but she guessed it was like learning how to fight in a way. Something her blonde colleague was a specialist in.

The class was a hit. The group participating was big. Sam and Ari were following along in the back too, getting some of the training in, all of them secretly did to stay fit. Even Max beside her behind the counter was following the motions, hopping along to the beat.

She would have never believed they would pull off running a hotel but here they were. Already months into the mission and it seemed like a full success. Even the multiple rescue missions - their actual reason to be here - in the night were pulled off fabulously, each more successful than the one before.

There was a small break in the program, a resting minute as the current segment of the workout ended. Rachel looked over at her, smiling and waving her over. She laughed and shook her head.

“No,” she told Rachel after she waved her hand again, inviting her to join. Briefly, she glanced over at Ari. He was sweaty and even if he looked a little out of his element he was pulling all the movements off with a grace that baffled her. There was no way she would be even half as graceful as Ari or Rachel.

It was already hard enough for her not to get distracted by him, while she was sorting papers behind the reception desk, joining the class would be her end. She looked over at him once more, eyeing his tan skin glistening with the film of sweat on him. His hair looked ruffled and even fluffier than usual. He looked cute. Biting her lip, she turned back towards the papers, for once too distracted by them to notice Ari coming up behind her.

When two hands landed on her hips and jerked her against a sweaty chest she flinched, a startled squeak leaving her lips.

“Come on, sweetheart.” Ari pretended to whisper in her ear but said the words loud enough for everyone to hear. He poked her in the side, making her drop the papers on the counter to try and dodge his next poke. A laugh left her lips as she shook her head.

“No, Guy,” she told him but he kept poking her in the side, making her giggle. His fingers started to skim over her sides. She scrambled to grab his hands to stop him from tickling her.

“Come on, baby.” The pet name - even if it was only for the sake of their cover - made her heart soar. She went limp in his arms, hands loosening their grip. No word wanted to leave her mouth so she just shook her head slightly. How could she resist when he called her that?

Rachel clapped her hands, alerting the guests to pay attention again. She started counting for them to get back into the rhythm. The next move was a punch-like motion, something that seemed very much like a boxing move to her, as the blond jutted her hips out with each punch, alternating between left and right.

Ari’s hands trailed over her arms, traveling from her shoulders down to her wrists. His fingers wrapped around her wrists, guiding her arms up and to the base position Rachel showed.

“Ari,” she whined. His breath hit her ear, making her swallow once more. She could feel some strands of his hair tickling her cheek. The temptation to rub her cheek against his, to feel the scruff of his beard and the tickle of his hair was great.

“See, just like that. You can do it. Left, right,” he told her, perfectly holding up the front of the loving husband teaching his wife the moves in a somewhat goofy manner. It made her heart race and at the same time throb painfully. Her arm was jerking forward, left, right, left, right. Just as he was saying. The longer the repetition lasted the closer she came to cracking until finally a smile appeared on her lips and she laughed quietly.

Ari kept muttering funny yet encouraging words in her ear, making her giggle and laugh. She was laughing so much she had to lean against him, her head slightly lolling back and leaning against his. As she glanced up at him, he glanced down at her out of the corner of his eyes. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips too.

The night was dark, the terrace only lit up by the string of lights and the torches and fire pits scattered on the beach. It had cooled slightly, the air nice and not overly hot like it got in the day.

They were having a small party outside with music and a small dance floor, even some beer they had managed to get. The ambiance was laid back, everyone enjoyed themselves and had fun. Jake, Sam, and Rachel were all dancing and goofing off with some of the guests. There was laughter spreading throughout the night too.

She was leaning against one of the stone arches, arms crossed loosely in front of her chest as she watched them and quietly hummed to Hungry like the Wolf. At least until Rachel stumbled up, smiling and reaching her hands outward to her. She obliged, uncrossing her arms and putting her hands in the blondes. Rachel grinned at her, swinging their intertwined hands between them and slightly tugging.

“Come on, let’s dance together.”

She wanted to decline, to shake her head no and stay put but Rachel kept tugging at her hands and the energy of the night swapped over her.

“Okay,” she agreed with a laugh, letting herself be pulled onto the small dance floor. There was a chorus of cheers as the two women joined. At first, she was a little stiff but the longer she danced with Rachel, the faster she loosened up. It was fun, she had to admit.

Dancing over the dancefloor her eyes drifted over to Ari. He was already watching her. When their eyes met she smiled at him. She saw Max step up to Ari, it looked like he said something to him before the pat on his shoulder sent Ari stumbling forward.

When Rachel pulled on her hands again she lost sight of him. She started to spin her around, first slowly and then faster and faster. So fast they started stumbling, their hands letting go of each other. The next thing she knew, someone stabilized her, softly spinning her until she came eye to eye with a broad chest. Her eyes followed the halfway buttoned shirt upwards ‘til she landed on Ari’s face.

Softly she smiled up at him, her heart beating a little faster. He had refused to dance the entire evening but now he stood in the middle of the dancefloor with her. At first he was stiff, his movements seemed awkward and like he was holding himself back. The smile on her lips kept increasing as she started to dance with him, guiding and animating him to become a little livelier. Ari loosened up significantly, goofing off with her and laughing. They had fun and danced until they were both breathless.

Pulling her off the dancefloor, she followed him with a grin permanently plastered to her lips. Ari leaned back against one of the arches and she followed him, crashing halfway into his body from her momentum. He simply chuckled and put his arms around her. She couldn’t complain, leaning against him, her hands resting against his chest. After a while her chin followed, softly resting in the middle of his chest, where normally his Star of David would lay.

Later on, when the music was turned off in order not to disturb the already sleeping guests, they all wandered off closer to the shore and gathered around a bonfire Max had started. Sam had brought his guitar, sitting in between the guests and softly playing his rendition of the songs they had listened to.

When she wanted to follow them, a hand around her wrist stopped her. She looked back at Ari coming out of nowhere. She looked toward him. Something glistened in his eyes but she couldn’t pinpoint what it was. He pulled her up against him, his arms engulfing her smaller frame and she went with it, leaning against him, her arms wrapped around his small waist.

They started to sway on the spot, slowly transitioning into a proper slow dance together. Getting lost in both each other's arms as well as eyes. It was a nice feeling. One that fueled the raging crush she had on the man holding her so softly.

Something deep inside her told her that she was setting herself up for heartbreak. Ari was surely only doing his role, keeping up the looks of the head over heels in love married couple they were supposed to be. But when he looked at her so softly and with that glint in his eyes as he did now it felt like there was more. His hands kept rubbing over her side and back, softly feeling her up, caressing her, similar to how her thumbs kept brushing over his waist.

Looking up into his eyes, her heart started beating wildly. It was so easy to get lost in them. Ari looked so intensely at her, one of his hands left her back and settled on her cheek. She gasped as his thumb drew over her cheek until he was brushing over the corner of her mouth. His eyes left hers, settling further down. On her lips, she realized, as he slowly leaned forward. She was frozen on the spot, watching him descend down on her. While she wanted it, everything in her craved to be kissed by him, there was a sense of dread and fright brewing in her.

Before he could reach her lips she turned her face, looking away from him. She pressed her lips together strongly, stubbornly watching the fire of a torch sway in the wind. Her heart was beating so fast, so angrily and hurt she feared he would feel it. She heard him blow out a gust of air through his nose before his lips landed on her head. He pressed a short kiss to her hair before he turned her in his embrace. Painfully clenched her heart as his arms left hers, only for them to come back as he slung them over her shoulders. He kept her back to his chest, kept them softly swaying from side to side. She was embarrassingly stiff before she leaned the smallest bit into him again. Her hands landed on his forearms, holding him as he held her.

They watched Sam and listened to him playing. The moment he stopped she pulled away, leaving the embrace in which she felt so safe and secure. Without looking back at him she moved to collect the used glasses and empty bottles.

“You are avoiding me.”

A startled shriek left her lips. The glass in her hand dropped into the soapy water of the sink. Luckily the fall was short enough for the glass to stay intact. She spun around so fast it made her dizzy and seeing Ari stand in the door frame made it only worse. He leaned there with one shoulder against the stone, arms crossed before his chest.

“I have not,” she was betrayed by her voice. It was weak and shaky. Her heart was in her throat, both from the surprise and the way he was looming there, barely allowing her to swallow the spit forming in her mouth.

“You have,” he told her sternly, uncrossing his arms and entering the room, stalking over to her. The way he was watching her reminded her of a predator watching his prey, waiting for the moment to strike. He was on her in three steps, looming before her, caging her against the sink. She wanted to deny it, she had barely opened her mouth when he intercepted her.

“Stop lying.” To yourself and to me. While he might not have said the last part out loud, the added words were heavily insinuated both in his look and in the pause of silence between them. It was as if they were hanging in the air between them, taunting both him and her.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” His voice was serious, yet there was an edge to it. It made her swallow, her eyes briefly caught on his chest, the strong muscles shifting under his tan skin visible even under the shirt he was wearing before they snapped up to his face. The way he was eyeing her quietly but so intensely made her mind spin.

She wanted to tell him she had no clue what he meant, but once again the words wouldn’t leave her. They were stuck in her throat together with every other word when he took another step toward her. Her back was pressed against the sink as they were now chest to chest. She even had to keen her head upwards to keep looking into his eyes. Speaking of them.

They were narrowed, irises darkened. Ari’s view kept jumping from her eyes to her lips and once more heat crept up her spine as her heart started attempting to break a record. The warmth spread over her entire body, encompassing every cell. Slowly leaning forward his nose almost brushed her hair, his lips hovering by her ear.

“It’s driving me crazy,” he growled deeply. It made her forget how to breathe. Feeling him rub his nose along her cheek nearly sent her into cardiac arrest. He was breathing her in, inhaling deeply, his eyes closed. When he exhaled his whole body deflated. Suddenly he seemed tired.

“You are driving me crazy.” His voice was barely a whisper anymore, full of longing and a strange kind of strain. Then his hands came onto her, one on her waist the other skirting over her collarbone before it rested at the side of her neck, softly cupping her jaw.

“What?” She asked dumbly. It was everything her brain could produce right now. Ari pulled back, looking into her eyes again, watching her very intensely once more. A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.

Next thing she knew he leaned down and kissed her. The kiss took her breath away. She went pliant in his arms, nearly slipping if not for his hand on her waist. With enough power over her brain and body left she managed to reciprocate the kiss.

Very quickly the two of them maneuvered, clinging to one another as Ari kept crowding her even further until she was sandwiched between him and the sink. They made out that way. His hand on her waist started to move around until he was cupping her butt and softly squeezing her. She gasped against his lips eliciting a growl from him. But the way she had opened her mouth also was a welcome invite to him that he used to delve his tongue into her mouth. The kiss became harder and rougher until they ultimately had to break off for some air.

Gulping and greedily taking in all the air they could, both of them stared at each other. The second they had taken enough of a breath they were on each other again, once more kissing as if their life depended on it. Her hands wrapped around his neck, scratching over his shoulders before her she twisted her fingers into his hair and softly pulled at it. Ari grunted against her lips, tugging her closer, pressing himself against her and softly grinding too. She liked it. When he pulled away again she whined. His pupils were blown, hers must be too. He looked pleased.

“My room.”

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faffreux · 9 months

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Why Fawful?

I've actually got a (brief) answer written out for the FAQ on my upcoming website so I'm actually going to copypaste that here! Hope it helps!! --

"This is a HARD question to answer for me because there's no quick way to do it. I couldn't possibly list all the reasons here because that would likely require an entire essay. That being said, I'll try to sum it up for you:

Fawful makes me feel understood. He's weird in a way that's comfortably familiar to me. We understand one another's strangeness which has led to him having been one of the people in my life that make me feel less alone in all of this, especially as an autistic person. I see him and it's as if I'm meeting a kindred spirit, regardless of the fact that he's nothing but fiction to most people. In many ways he embodies a lot of traits I admire and have always want to have myself. As an example, for most of my life I had trouble expressing anger, even when the situation completely justified it. I would often back out of situations where I should've stood up for myself and instead allowed myself to be stepped on. To put it bluntly: I was a pushover.

I once had a dream where Fawful spoke to me about the concept of "righteous fury" (aka justified anger) It's the sort we all need in order to stand up for ourselves and help motivate us to do the right thing both for ourselves as well as for those around us. I'm able to utilize that in reality now much more than I used to, as if something was finally unlocked in a way I cannot even begin to explain. Being able to allow myself to just be mad and show it for once in my life has been cathartic and feels like finally being able to release all of the energy from when I was wronged in the past so I can finally move forward into the future and let it all go. I even made my first pieces of vent art as a result of this - (one in 2021, a couple more in 2022!) This is of note because previously I was NEVER able to project anger or other 'negative' emotions I needed to release into art.

THEN THERE'S THE CONFIDENCE! And the fact that he didn't always have it! We get to witness his journey from Superstar Saga to Bowser's Inside Story as a source of incredible growth for his character. Fawful literally goes from STUTTERING with anxiety when thrust into the spotlight ("St-standing in the spotlight at such a gala of spectacularity... My nerves are nervous!") to later performing on a stage all his own with complete confidence! ("Excited crowd! You feel it? Fawful is also feeling it!") That is INSPIRING to me. Having struggled with both generalized anxiety as well as panic disorder for most of my life, there's a part of me that felt if Fawful could grow through his anxiety in that way, there's no reason why I couldn't either. I've already conquered so much of my own fear in the last 3 years alone so I KNOW it's happening and he's been a big part of it!

There's also the fact that he came into my life at time when I needed him most which in turn deepened the attachment I already felt. My love for his character goes back to when I was a kid so in many ways he feels like a bridge between my past and present. He's also just fun, y'all... Everything about him is fun and colorful: from his almost-permanent smile to the kingdom he comes from being a place represented by laughter, a place I'd love to have been born in too. ALSO... HIS SENSE OF FASHION... DON'T GET ME STARTED BECAUSE I COULD RAMBLE FOR EONS ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS MAN'S SENSE OF STYLE!!

We could also talk about how he's literally the reason I'm making art at all these days. I don't know how you wouldn't get attached to something that is the sole reason you are able to do creative work again after 8 years of feeling like it wasn't even worth the effort. (This is a story for another day, though. Just know that Fawful himself is what brought back my artistic drive! He's the reason I'm still an artist today!)

Also okay, I would be doing myself (and him) a disservice if I didn't bring up the fact that I find him incredibly sexy does indeed play a part in all of this. I've always been drawn to the unconventional, and Fawful is simply the definition of physical perfection to my brain. I don't expect nor need anyone to agree with me here, and frankly I've recieved quite the list of 'interesting' responses over the years in regards to the fact that I find him the hottest thing on God's green earth but nothing anyone says is about to change my mind about this, I assure you. ;)

Lastly, there's the subject of my dreams: Fawful's been a regular visitor to them now since 2021. These dreams are of note for being chronological in the sense that they play out as if I'm visiting with a dear friend I've met many times before. With each new visit Fawful and I recall every dream we've already experienced and are even able to discuss the things we've seen months or even years prior. I've had experiences in my sleep that are hard to put into words and translating them into some of my more expressive or abstract art is sometimes the best I can do when I don't feel like I can do them justice otherwise. Just know that they've been incredibly life changing for me and sum up everything I've said here and more. Fawful is incredibly real to me in ways that are difficult to explain to the average person and I accept that that's just how it is and that not everyone will understand. I care about him as both a character as well as an individual whom I've grown to love deeply despite his flaws.

And wow, if you've actually managed to read all of this - thank you!!"

#fawfultalk

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scarletsaphire · 1 month

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tell me about kit!

*cracks knuckles* You have fallen into my trap. Prepare to hear about the singular best character that has ever been created.

Kit Baxter, also known as the Flying Squirrel, is the sidekick to Canada's greatest superhero, the marvelous masked man known only as the Red Panda from the radio show Adventures of the Red Panda. She is also his chauffeur for his secret identity (which remains secret even to the listeners for most of the show.) One other important bit of context is that the show is set during the great depression in Toronto, Canada, so life kinda sucks ass a little bit.

Kit is a first generation Russian immigrant, her father ran a boxing ring and taught her to drive. She's quick witted and quick on her feet, can throw a mean right hook, and drives better than most other people in the city, which earned her a spot as a taxi driver. Panda ended up in her car in his Secret Identity, asked her to drive (recklessly) to a crime scene he wanted to stop, and she, obviously, refused. She wasn't going to be running around like an idiot for some rich asshole. Panda than waved some money in her face to try and get her to listen, and what did she do? She said no, because she isn't some trained dog that'll bark for some rich asshole the moment he gives her a bone. She'd rather go hungry tonight than do that kind of shit for him, and if he's gonna act like he doesn't even know what manners are, he can get the hell out of her cab. (Once he says sorry and asks nicely, than she puts the petal to the metal.)

She's also like. So smart and cool and good with people, she's a jokester and flirtatious (mostly with Panda because she likes flustering him, its really funny) but she's allowed to be all of those things without ever feeling like "Oh she's just there to be the attractive side kick." Kit is very much her own person, its just that she happens to like being a thorn in Panda's side and sometimes that means batting her eyelids (and climbing up walls in a skintight cat suit).

Kit became the Flying Squirrel after, and I quote "I figured out your secret identity and then blackmailed you into letting me play." She cares so, so deeply about the people of her city, especially the people on the streets she comes from because she did not grow up in a nice area of town, and she is constantly trying to fight for the most vulnerable parts of town, despite many of them looking down on her as a woman, especially a woman in her field. She never takes anyone's shit, either towards herself or anyone else, and she is always ready to throw hands with someone she thinks deserves it.

(I'm going to be getting into spoiler stuff underneath the cut. I am asking so very nicely for you to listen to the Adventures of the Red Panda. They're on spotify here ad free, and you can also find them on their website decoderringtheatre.com along with all of their other shows and their audiobooks. It truly is one of the most impressive, fun, and thrilling stories I have ever read, watched, or heard, and it is Criminally Underrated. If you think this is even like. A Tiny Bit Interesting, throw on the first episode, its only 20 minutes, see if you like it. If you don't mind spoilers, or ended up not liking it, keep going.)

Something that I really, really like about Kit is how she's handled later on in the story, once we get into WWII. Her and Panda get married, and she ends up pregnant right as he ends up MIA (presumed dead by most of the world) and she is left to try and defend all of Toronto largely by herself with a child on the way and Archangel, a nazi spy whose manipulating p much everything, bringing havoc upon her city.

It would be super easy to let her fade into the background during all of this. It would be so, so easy to write her off as so many different things do as a mother and a wife and leave her at that. But they don't. She steps up as the mastermind behind everything, pulling the strings of their connections they've forged over the years, continues to fight in her suit until she physically can't anymore, working as hard as she can in and out of costume to make sure that her city, because with Panda gone (not dead. She never believes he's dead for a second and has and will fight anyone who says otherwise.) It is her city and her people and she will not let it fall to ruin. She will not let anyone else, Nazi or American or Canadian or anyone take her city from her.

Katya Baxter is a wonderful character who is just so, so funny and amazing and if anybody knew what the Adventures of the Red Panda were she would be an absolute HIT of a character on here. I love her so, so much.

#also i love you for asking.#i never expected anyone to actually DO it yknow #but shes just #shes so COOL man #i need more people to love her like I do because i've literally never had another person to talk to about this that isn't my dad.

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hpnewgen · 6 months

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🚨EMERGENCY POST🚨

Let's talk about Palestine.

My sincerest apologies for not posting about this sooner. My personal and academic lives have been very hectic, but rest assured I've been seeing everything that's been going on. I have been doing everything in my power to support behind the scenes, and have been working diligently on this post in the little spare time I've had.

Because the issue I'm about to talk about is very pressing, I'm going to need this post to go as viral as a post can on Tumblr. Remember my first KOSA post? THAT viral.

We all know what's going on over in Gaza. Israel has been responsible for the genocide and ethnic cleansing of Palestinians for several years now, but in the past two months, conditions could not be worse for the latter. Tens of thousands of innocent Palestinians have been needlessly murdered by Israel's forces and several integral locations have been bombed, HOSPITALS in particular. An extensive list of victims that (retrieved from TikTok) has been attached below (though I know for a fact this isn’t all of them):

Donating to organizations that provide relief to Palestinians is ideal here, but if you don't have money to spare to donate to organizations that aid Palestine, here are some things you can do that do not require you to spend money:

Call your senators

Remember when everything about KOSA first came out, and I mentioned how you should call your senators to express your concerns? Calling them and telling them to call for a ceasefire in Gaza is of the utmost importance here as well. This is more of an American thing, but similar calls can be made to representatives for other areas of the world. Be sure to tell these senators/representatives that you will not be voting them back into office if they do not call for a ceasefire (assuming this is how elections work in your particular region of the world). You can also contact your senators/representatives via email as well.

Boycott Zionist companies/celebrities

The BDS Movement has put out a list of companies to boycott who support Israel and the genocide/ethnic cleansing of Palestinians. Although Starbucks is not on this list, it is important to boycott them as well. Other companies should be boycotted in addition to those listed by the BDS, but focusing on boycotting the companies listed (and Starbucks) will be the most effective. This is called "target boycotting".

Here is the BDS list:

For a full list of brands to boycott, feel free to visit The Witness’ website. Also, check out the BDS website for tips on how to boycott effectively.

As for celebrities, simply unfollowing those who have been known to support Israel (ex: Noah Schnapp, Amy Schumer, etc.) and not supporting them financially should do just fine. As they say, hit them where it hurts, i.e.: Their wallets (and their social media followings).

Also, to my fellow fic writers, even though the celebrities themselves may not notice this, not using Zionists as face claims for your characters speaks volumes concerning where you stand on the issue. I'm currently working on a face-claim overhaul, meaning any face-claims I've been using who have expressed support for Israel will be replaced in due time (unfortunately, there are a few).

If you want to know what celebrities to boycott, visit the Reverse Canary Mission Website.

Use your platform

You can do this by either re-blogging this post and other posts about what is happening in Gaza or creating a post of your own calling for a ceasefire and supporting Palestine. This tactic is effective for any other social-justice cause as well.

PRO TIP: While reblogs will show up in the feeds of your followers, making a post of your own about the issue will show up in the list of posts for tags you add.

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Please, please, PLEASE spread the word around. Every voice matters here. Also, if I missed anything important, please kindly let me know. Thanks so much in advance, and once again, I am so, so sorry for the delay.

To recap:

Donate to Palestinian relief organizations if you can

Contact your senators/representatives

Boycott Zionism

Use your platform

FROM THE RIVER TO THE SEA PALESTINE WILL BE FREE!!!

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apostateoverrubies · 11 months

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Are there any resources for Pentecostals to deconstruct?

I don't know anything about Pentecostalism deconstruction specifically but if I do find the resources, I will make a post about them. Personally, I watch content from various deconverted Christians or just apostates in general, probably because there is a lot of overlap with other sects like Evangelicalism and Fundamentalism for example, though this could just be my personal experience. So for now, I will recommend most of the channels I watch on my deconstruction journey. Also, YouTube is my main resource for this stuff so... yeah.

Also I want my Pentecostal deconstruction stuff to come from apostates specifically and so far, a lot of the resources are still religious.

Friendly Atheist - While he does all sorts of content, I highly recommend his Everything Wrong series where he picks apart every verse in the Bible. If you want to get through the Bible but can't bring yourself to read it, this is a must watch!

MythVision Podcast - A podcast channel focusing on various kinds of mythology though they also do stuff like interview ex-religious people about their experiences and why they left. There is one podcast focused on an Ex Pentecostal Pastor that I recommend.

Holy Koolaid - This one I thought was only a YouTube channel but it turns out he also has a website with various resources for its own to check out. I've yet to see them myself at the moment. He was a missionary kid and his content focuses on Christianity mainly though you can find other stuff as well.

DarkMatter2525 - An animation parody channel focused on religion, specifically Christianity. There is the occasional odd video where he expresses his thoughts on things like one he did recently on The Red Pill. His video analyzing whether society is falling apart is nice if you've been fed the idea that everything is going to shit without religion.

Darth Magog - A channel focused on deconstructing Jehovah's Witness specifically. I still watch it since quite a bit of the stuff JWs believe in are stuff a lot of Christians also believe in whether they want to admit it or not. And while I'm not into Star Wars, I love the channel being themed that way. It's awesome!

Ex-Fundie Diaries - This channel focuses on their experience growing up in a Christian Fundamentalist environment, trauma recovery and faith deconstruction. Once again, find this content very relatable due to overlap with beliefs.

That's all I'll put for now but I will try to make various edits to add more stuff, especially since I need to go searching for resources myself. I also highly recommend that people add any good resources they've found as well.

#ex religious #ex religion #ex christian #religious deconstruction #deconstructing christianity #apostate #deconversion #religious trauma #ex pentecostal #ask answered #ask away!#anon ask #send asks #ask

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requestomaestro · 1 year

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We bought your girl flowers

Francisco Morales x f!reader (but it’s more of a group fanfic, Will and Benny are the centers of it but not in the relationship with the reader)

Summary: you offer to help Will with his brother's career by creating a website.

Author’s note: just a silly/cute idea I had. Hopefully, you’ll like it as much as I did

Word count: 1560

Every person sitting by the fire was a witness of the fight Benny was talking about but the way he was describing the event was so gripping that nobody wanted to stop him from revisiting that moment. The fire could be burning for the rest of the night but it was nothing compared to the burning passion of Benjamin Miller.

At some point Will, proudly joined in saying that the next big step in his brother's career was coming and he could feel that. Not the first beers of the night were raised in a toast to Benny’s bright future and when the bottoms of the half-empty cans went back into the sand discussion continued. The men being ex-Delta-Force operators who had a few, started listing all the more or less necessary steps that could help their brother reach what he was dreaming of.

In the beginning, you just watched how they argued about things that for sure wouldn’t work out once they sobered up when suddenly an idea came to your mind.

"Have you thought about your own website? Or at least a Facebook profile?” with excitement clearly visible on his face, Will rapidly pointed at you.

"I was telling him to do that for ages! He refuses every time” he complained, mocking his little brother and his laziness.

,,Nah… It’s too much work” Benny commented "You have to get your pictures taken, write something about yourself, design the website. Not my thing” the beer can once again was lifted to his lips.

Frankie, who all this time was silently sitting next to you like the natural observer he was, finally joined the discussion.

"Weren’t you doing something like that in college?” every head turned towards you waiting for your answer. With all the eyes focused on your person, you felt the need to shift your body a little towards Frankie.

"Yes, I’m not sure how much I remember but I think I could take care of at least the photos and the design” Will shot out of his place on the blanket after hearing your shy response. He almost run through the fire and knock you down in an attempt to hug you.

"We’re doing this! You’re hired! We’ll pay you in beers but the job is yours!” he stood back up shaking your hand, this gesture looking more stable than the pointing.

"Do I have anything to say?” Benny, who clearly wasn’t a supporter of the idea, asked. The fact that he was sitting cross-legged on a colorful blanket wasn’t helping his situation.

"No! The decision was made. I’m older, you have to listen to me” now it was Will who was burning with passion.

"Not to mention that he’s your manager" Santiago who surprisingly was the soberest one added.

"Don’t worry Benny, you’re in good hands” Frankie tried to cheer his friend up without much success.

"And if the investors won’t appreciate the photos for sure some girls will” Santiago attempted to find something that could encourage Benny. Once again all the heads turned towards you, looking for the approval of Santiagos’s theory.

"Don’t look at me” you quickly answered "I’m taken! The only man I want to look at is this handsome fella” you kissed Frankie’s cheek while everybody started booing at you, some even jeeringly pretending to throw beer cans at the two of you.

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The promise actually came true and you found yourself with both Miller brothers, a camera, and a package of flour on the ring. Benny still wasn’t pleased with the idea but once he started showing off his skills on the training back he seemed to forget about the reason of the three of you being there. The more punches he threw the more his inner fighter was visible and your camera loved that.

Will on the other hand was sitting on the needles. Walking into the gym rented for the photo shoot you expect to do everything by yourself meanwhile Will was the best help you could ask for. Every request you had he quickly fulfilled. The fact that he wasn’t afraid to make his hand dirty and took care of scattering the flour really helped you create the fog effect you had in your mind. After some time and many clicks of your camera, you were certain that you had every shot you were hoping to get.

"I think that’s a wrap” you proudly said putting your camera back in the bag. Will tried to high fight you but stopped mid-air realizing that his hands were still covered in flour. Benny, tired from all the exercises he had to perform on and on again to get the shot, leaned over the boxing ring and tried to catch his breath. He wouldn’t admit it out loud but after seeing your involvement he was getting excited about the final result.

"I need a few days to work on the details but I’ll send you a link as soon as I can” you summarised ready to leave.

"How does Frankie feel knowing that you will look for hours at my half-naked body” Benny smirked still leaning over the boxing ring "Unless you two do photo shoots like that on your own” he playfully winked. You wanted to throw something at him but the only thing in your reach was a very expensive camera. Luckily Will, who was cleaning his hands with a towel, came up with the same idea, and with the experience of being not only a soldier but also an older brother he aimed the towel right at Benny's face.

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Sunday was a day to relax and you could not think of a better way to spend it than with Frankie. Both of you were always looking forward to that day, especially now that you couldn’t give Frankie as much time as usually because of the promised website. Luckily the link was sent a day earlier and now you could focus your attention on the man who wanted to see you equally as much. Two mugs still dirty from the morning coffee was the last obstacle to achieving that. Or at least you thought.

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Frankie would always get up earlier and while you were slowly getting ready he was already up, busing himself with some work around the house. That Sunday he decided to finally take care of that one worrying noise coming from his truck before he could take care of you.

His hands knowingly worked on finding the source of the problem. His mind was so focused on analyzing the different parts of the motor that he didn’t hear the car parking behind the fence till two loud slams of the door stole his attention.

"Where is she?!” Will asked almost jumping into the garden. Frankie reacted by nodding towards the house. Benny, who moved slower but with the same energy as his brother, stopped for a moment to hug his friend. It was then that Francisco noticed that both of them were holding bouquets of flowers. He didn’t have a chance to ask, Benny was quicker.

"We bought your girl flowers, she deserves them, don’t kill us!” and then he run towards the house.

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You were almost ready for the Sunday with Frankie, all you had to do was finish cleaning the mug that was currently in your hands. Even though you weren't focusing that much on this activity you were not fast enough to check who run into the kitchen, picked you up from behind, and started spinning around. Only when your feet went back onto the floor you were able to see Will’s smiling expression.

"You are a miracle maker!” he almost shouted "He looks like from the cover of a magazine! You’ve seen his face in real life! He’s not that good-looking!” that sentence earned Will a slap on the back of a head from his brother.

"Seriously, it’s amazing. I take back everything I’ve said, I was speechless when I first saw it” Benny added handing you the flowers that he has just used to hit his brother. For a moment you too were at loss for words but with a shy smile, you managed to reply to their compliments.

"Thank you but you really didn’t have to buy me flowers."

"Oh, that?” Will looked at the two bouquets in your hands "That’s just the beginning. We’re taking you for dinner and drinks. You can take Frankie if you want but besides that, you have no choice”.

Frankie finally walked into the house, cleaning his hands with a cloth. He immediately noticed the smile on your face. You looked so beautiful with it that a little bit of jealousy showed up at the thought of him not being the source of your current happiness.

"They want to take me to dinner. Is that okay?” you asked still not exactly sure what was happening and how to react. Frankie walked towards you, unintentionally separating you from the brothers.

"How could I not celebrate with you?” he pressed his lips to your forehead and then turned to Will and Benny "You gonna pay for me too?” he joked.

"I’ll pay for you as much as you help with the photos” Will replied earning a laugh from Benny and a gentle smack to the shoulder from Frankie.

#frankie morales #francisco morales #triple frontier #will miller #benny miller #pedro pascal #charlie hunman #garrett hedlund #santiago garcia #oscar issac #flowers

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amaranthhiding · 1 year

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Dean’s Angel Kink and Sam’s Witch Kink (Part 1)

You can find part 2 here.

Supernatural really went and gave Dean a canonical angel (and demon?) kink, and Sam a canonical witch (and demon?) kink…

I'm going insane over this because the groundwork for all of it was laid in the earliest seasons, and the meaning reaches so much deeper than just some stripper fantasies.

The image above is Dean's reaction to seeing only the girl dressed as devil in episode 5x13 The Song Remains the Same. This whole scene is a dream inside of Dean's mind, by the way.

Then a second girl dressed as angel enters the stage, and this is what Dean's face does.

Then Anna (the real one) walks into his dream, right onto the stage, and Dean's face gives things away again.

If we compare this to the insides of Sam’s mind, we have his hallucination in episode 10x19 The Werther Project.

Of course this hallucination features Rowena specifically, so this doesn’t really prove a general witch kink. But let’s go all the way back to episode 3x09 Malleus Maleficarum.

The brothers are investigating a crime scene, and while Dean talks to the witnesses, Sam finds a hex bag in the bathroom.

Dean is clearly digusted by the contents of the hex bag, and Sam seemingly agrees on how gross this is. He then proceeds to tell Dean, in detail, what the hex bag is made of.

He must have examined those bones thoroughly enough to actually identify the species of animal they stem from.

The disgusted frown on Dean’s face is not at all mirrored by Sam’s face. Instead, he seems interested, maybe even fascinated.

This isn’t disgusted Sam, this is full-nerd-mode-engaged Sam.

The way he’s holding the bag is almost reverent, cradling it in both hands like a valuable trophy after Dean can’t get it out of his own hands fast enough and returns it to him.

Sam doesn’t sound disgusted or hateful as he says this.

He sounds impressed.

Dean hates witches.

This is Sam’s face of brotherly agreement.

(No, it’s not.)

(Sorry, I had to.)

Sam says “Pretty much” in a quiet voice, with a thoughtful stare to who-knows-where... which, for me, pretty much means that he doesn’t agree with his older brother at all, he just isn’t telling Dean what he really thinks.

Then they find out in this same episode that Ruby is, in fact, a witch.

Sam’s reaction is... interesting.

(Especially given the fact that he’s currently pinned to a wall by magic and really should have things to worry about other than Ruby’s status as a witch.)

Once he knows, it seems like Sam can’t stop staring at Ruby.

Dean seriously has to push Sam out of the room backwards because he simply won’t quit staring.

Well, we all know which particular road that attraction to Ruby followed. I just never actually realized before that the witch thing may have been a big contributor.

Sam is such a nerd (affectionate).

(The following pictures are from 4x09 I Know What You Did Last Summer.)

Suddenly, the expression on Sam’s face when he reads about Rowena on a website in episode 10x07 Girls, Girls, Girls before their very first meeting makes so much more sense to me.

Or his speechless, heavy swallow when she says this:

Poor guy had to wait for 7 seasons to get his Old World black magic!

If one thing is certain, it’s that this witch is the real deal.

Rowena isn’t a borrower witch like Ruby who gained her powers from a demon.

No, she’s a natural called the most powerful witch alive by multiple sources.

So you’ll have to excuse Sam if his mouth is running a little dry at the thought that everything he thought he knew about magic so far was nothing but child’s play and that he’s about to gain insights into the good stuff.

The moment where Dean throws Rowena’s hex bag at Sam in 13x12 Various & Sundry Villains is even funnier to me now than ever before:

Ahem, anyway, let‘s return to Dean’s... divine fascination and take a closer look at both Dean and Sam in episode 2x13 Houses of the Holy (and it will actually tie back to Sam’s witch kink in the end as well).

I might have to move that second half of my musings into a separate Tumblr post, though, because I’m afraid I will reach the maximum number of allowed images per post in this one here soon.

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Diagnosis (Andrew DeLuca One Shot Angst)

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: One of One

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Ship: Andrew DeLuca x Amber Karev (Alex Karev’s Sister)

Canon Episode: Grey’s Anatomy Season 16 Episode 14

AN: Hey guys I just learned that it’s Mental Health Awareness month so I decided to do one shots of Amber Karev bearing witness to Andrew DeLuca’s declining mental health in Season 16. Mental health is nothing to be ashamed of guys, it’s hard but with the right therapies and medication you can live your best life with the help of the people who love and support you. I’ve included a list of websites if you or someone you know is experiencing a mental health crisis.

Mental Health Resources: https://www.nami.org/, https://www.aacap.org/, https://www.dbsalliance.org/, https://afsp.org/

Summary: After diagnosing Suzanne and inserting steroids in her IV without asking for a second opinion Amber confronts Andrew at their apartment where things get intense and Andrew says something he can never take back.

Words: 2014

I sip my second glass of wine so I can prep myself for the inevitable fight that is about to erupt between me and my boyfriend. I look around our apartment that we got together a year ago so I can pick out the best escape route in case he gets physical. The thought makes my stomach tighten even more and memories of my childhood flashback in my head.

The foster homes I was bounced around in when my mother had to be committed and the fear I felt every time I stepped into a new home. The paralyzing terror I felt when I saw my mom lying in a hospital bed after she drove into a stop sign convinced, she saw an alien about to kill her. And worst of all the pain I felt the morning after my brother, Aaron, beat me up and broke my jaw because he inherited our mother’s horrible illness. And now…now I have to come to terms with the man I love possibly inheriting his father’s mental illness.

For the past few weeks Andrew has been working nonstop on a single patient named Suzanne Britland. She came in for a routine lap appy conducted by Andrew but then she experienced complications after and was showing multiple symptoms that don’t usually come from having your appendix removed. He’s been working with this diagnostic specialist until his behavior sparked concerns. His function so far has been to walk and work, it’s been shown based on the dark circles under his eyes and how baggy his scrubs got telling me he’s been skipping meals.

It got so bad that Dr. Grey went to the chief with these concerns and Bailey handed the case over to Grey, which made Andrew furious given how he snapped at me when I went to him after. He told me that there are more important things in his life than me and that I should stop being selfish for once in my life. His harsh words caught me off guard, those weren’t the words coming from the sweet and sensitive man who slowly got me to let my guard down and let him into my heart.

It got even worse when he went full cowboy on his bosses and inserted high dose steroids into Suzanne’s IV without even consulting Grey or Bailey. His diagnosis was right but that doesn’t make what he did okay. It was only okay because Suzanne got better thanks to the drugs. She was on deaths door when he made that call and if he was wrong, she could have died. The thought of that happening brings me back to the day he told me about how his father killed four patients because he was manic and refused help from his coworkers. The outcome is different but him refusing to work with his superiors to make sure the diagnosis was accurate is the same. It supports Carina’s theory more and more.

Carina talked to me today while Andrew was working and told me he’s the same age his father was when he started showing symptoms. When I heard that everything in me stopped and I felt my anxiety climbing up but I was able to breathe through it and dismiss her concerns. I thought he was just being a surgeon working hard to save his patient. I was hoping that was the case but now I’m not so sure.

Suddenly the door opens and a loud slam is heard from the kitchen table I’m sitting at. I chug the last of my wine down before Andrew walks into my view but doesn’t even look at me. He just heads straight for the fridge that he slams closed loudly as well causing me to jump. From his expression I can see that he’s angry most likely at Bailey and Grey for telling him off after what he did. I take a moment to plan on how to navigate this problem I’ve had so much experience in and decide to cushion the blow with a compliment on the outcome before I point out the flaw in his actions.

“Um…good job with Suzanne you finally found out what was wrong.” Andrew heard me but he ignores me as he takes a sip from his beer and sits in the armchair in the living room with his back towards me. I take a deep breath before I stand up and approach him with back of the chair facing me, “Look I’m glad you were right but what if you weren’t? You didn’t take a second to talk to Grey and Bailey to make sure your diagnosis was accurate you just took the drugs and ran with it.” Andrew groans under his breath and leans forward on his knees clearly agitated, “If you were wrong those drugs could have wiped out her entire immune system and she would have died. And if that happened you wouldn’t have just lost your job you would have lost your license.”

Andrew puts his beer down on the coffee table with a loud thud scaring me for a moment before he speaks clearly frustrated, “You know what I really don’t need this right now and not from you. You weren’t Suzanne’s doctor I was and you didn’t know what was going on the entire time I have been busting my ass trying to fix her. I’m getting sick and tired of defending myself to people after I saved her life! Can I just get to my home without being attacked for Christ’s sake!”

“No one is attacking you, look Andrew you have always been this pillar of calm and logical thinking. We all know that and you doing what you just did understandably sparks concerns from all of us.” Andrew rubs his temple clearly struggling, “I’m just trying to tell you that you don’t seem okay.”

“And how the hell would you know?!” I am startled by his sudden need to scream as he stands up to face me fully with a furious face, “You weren’t there you don’t know what happened or what I’ve been through these last few weeks! What makes you think you have the right to judge me?!”

My anxiety is getting higher but I try to push through it and soothe him, “Okay look Andrew you’re getting hysterical let’s just take a breather and-”

“I saved her life!” He ignores my attempts to calm him down and continues to scream at me, “I did that, okay?! Against all odds, it was a one in a million diagnosis! I did the job that needed to be done!

“Listen to yourself you sound like your father!” My words definitely got through to him because he stops his tirade and just stares at me hurt and shocked by my words. I put my hand over my mouth shocked I said them too. I guess dealing with another mentally ill loved one has pushed me over the edge and my mouth says the first thing my brain thinks, “I’m sorry that’s not what I meant you’re not him but…the way your acting is alarming and…Carina thinks you are at a mental breakdown and that you inherited his illness and I’m starting to think…I’m starting to think that maybe she’s right.”

Andrew’s face goes back to being angry and I can tell I’ve hit a nerve, “I missed a couple of days of sleep and suddenly you think I have a mental problem? Do you know how crazy that is?!”

I sigh at this rapid decline, “Listen to me please listen to me you need to get ahead of this before it gets worse.” Andrew chuckles darkly as I continue, “You know the history in your family and you know what your dad was like in a manic state. You’re not yourself right now and I know what the signs of a mental breakdown are. You need to calm down so we can figure this out.”

“The only thing I need is for you to back off!”

“Back off?!” I ask incredulous over his behavior, “You’re telling me to back off?”

“Yeah, because what you are telling me right now is crazy!” I rub my face in frustration as he continues, “I did this great thing on my own without anybody’s help and you have to take it away from me. Are you really that much of a shark?!”

I reach screaming levels too as I get frustrated by my boyfriend’s inability to see my point of view, “This isn’t about me being a shark! This is about you not considering the consequences of your actions!”

“The consequences were that Suzanne would have died because of a waiting people and her kids would be orphans!”

“No, the consequences were that Suzanne would have no bone marrow at all and that would kill her before the disease did. You made that decision to risk her life when you were exhausted to death and didn’t consider what the outcome would be if you were wrong.” My emotions get the better of me as my voice quivers, “Please tell me that you can see that.”

“What I see right now is a woman whose childhood of horrors gave her serious control issues.” I almost scream out loud as I feel like pulling my hair out, “Tell me something did you go up to your brother and tell him that he was crazy before he bashed your face in?” I widen my eyes in shock at him using the worst moment of my life against me that he ignores as he continues in a tone of voice that tells me he is trying actively to hurt me with his words, “You think I need your help that I can’t survive without you well let me ask you where do you think you would be right now if I wasn’t around you and your flaws and insecurities? Let me tell you.”

I finally found my words so I can stop him from saying something else he is going to regret, “Andrew DeLuca you are angry and tired. So, you better think about what your gonna say before-”

“You would end up like your father.”

I stand in front of him frozen by his cruel statement calling into question every time he told me I was nothing like my family and comforting me when I was worried about inheriting my mother’s illness or my father’s drug abuse. I get angrier at him by the second as he continues to debase me and point out what would happen to me if he left.

“You’d get in your car and leave the people that you’re supposed to care about behind to pick up the pieces. You’d pick up odd jobs wherever you could, ignore what you did, hell you might even-”

I stop his words with a hard slap to his face before he finishes that sentence. When he brought up my father my emotions took a 180 going from sad about losing him to this illness to angry about him throwing the worst moment of my life at my face just to hurt me. He was the first person here I talked to about my brother Aaron beating me up when he had a psychotic break. And about my father and how he left me when I was a baby after abusing my mom and brothers. I trusted him with that knowledge and now he took that trust and twisted it and it angers me more than I thought I could be.

He flinched at the slap and it stopped his tirade. He turns to me and we stare at each other, a red imprint spreads across his left cheek. I inhale sharply as my whole world tilts off its axis, everything I’ve known and believed in for two years suddenly in brutal doubt. Andrew’s chest heaves his expression a mask of fury. He pushes past me. A few seconds later the door slams shut.

I slide to the floor and sob until I can hardly breathe.

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