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ppnuggie · 6 months

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can you do a haedcanon of a fem human just drinking SO MUCH COFFEE like cup after cup an she is litery shaking in her seat her entire body is like a maraca an she she swerves bar so can u do headcanons for this for first aid, perceptor, brainstorm, chromdome an cyclones just teacting to this madness

　　　　　　LOST LIGHT x fem reader

　　　　『　first aid ,, brainstorm ,, perceptor ,, chromedome ,, cyclonus ,, female reader 』

　　-> reader who drinks too much coffee and gets really hyper

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack ,, magnus is forever suffering

　　— here you go !! :3 tysm for requesting !! tried to make it funny 🫡 hope you enjoy it <3 i loved writing this one but be warned as i dont drink coffee nor rlly know much for the side effects or smt from drinking it 😭😭 even though im literally working at dunkin rn and they only rlly got coffee

- first aid

| • he'd be worried at first with the amount of coffee you've consumed ,, having learned about humans and other things concerning them incase of an emergency

| • in this case ,, itd seem the knowledge he learned wasnt too helpful

| • bouncing all around the medbay and just hyper in general was quite a pain for first aid to deal with

| • but he didnt want to be too rude to you ,, and gently coaxed you into spending all that energy of yours running laps around the edge of the medlab where you wouldnt get too hurt

| • though when you finally wear it off ,, he'll be quick to scold you ,, holding his digit in front of your face and waving it side to side in a 'no no' motion before taking you to his habsuite and laying you down for a nap

- brainstorm

| • he honestly doesnt know better okay ? you could tell him anything and suddenly he wants to put it to the test

| • so when you said you could drink a bunch of cups of coffee and wouldnt bat an eye ,, he was immediately like bet and then that led to the current situation

| • perceptor is facepalming and immediately making brainstorm take blame for encouraging you to do this ,, because now theres a hyperactive human running around the lab

| • i mean you're practically flying around with how much coffee youve drank ,, hell you could probably beat blurr in a race

| • official you wouldnt say that out loud because lord knows some of his fans to be a bit crazy and would immediately be on your case saying "no you wouldn't !!" and maybe a few death threats involved as well

| • dont mention it in front of brainstorm either because hes already calling blurr to set you up for a race

| • hes no help ,, dont ever tell him your ideas or encourage his crazy ideas unless you wanna end up in magnus's office ,, having him scold you like a dad does to their child who drew on the walls and is trying not to laugh at the situation

- perceptor

| • thanks to brainstorm ,, you chugged too much coffee than your body ever really needed ,, and with perceptor as your not-so-official-but-official-in-his-mind-protector-slash-guardian-slash-alien-robot-boyfriend-slash-fun-killer he just sighs and takes you out the lab

| • he doesnt have the patience to deal with any acidic spills from you bouncing off the walls left and right

| • nor does he really need you getting hurt in any way shape or form

| • lets just say its an awkward trip to the medbay to see if ratchet has anything to help with your situation

| • and when he comes up empty handed ,, percy resorts to scolding you whilst the caffeine starts to wear off

| • it taught you better than to listen to brainstorm again because bro was yapping at 100 words per minute you swore he couldve talked faster than blurr at that point

| • bro was an absolute chatterbox just yapping and yapping that you fell asleep

| • never again would you do that ,, or think about doing that because the headache afterwards when you woke up was so not worth it

- chromedome

| • he also doesnt know any better ,, but he's definitely more responsible than brainstorm is

| • he'd know to at least keep a lot of caffeine or high sugar products out of your reach ,, just hiding it on your top shelves or above your cabinets like parents do with their kids' halloween candy

| • though when you accidentally made too much coffee ,, and didnt really feel like wasting it ,, you drank it all in one go ,, or well multiple big ass gulps

| • and then rewind walks in on the scene and sees how hyper you are and is honestly thinking youre sick with some make-a-person-crazy-illness-virus-disease-thing that he swears is somewhere in his database

| • and now chromedome has to play dad and parent you the whole time

| • bro probably put your ass on a leash ,, locking it in so the rope only goes so far and just stands there as you run around

| • this is what he gets ,, he thinks to himself ,, its the last time hes putting something so low in your reach again

| • at this point ,, hes just gonna store all your unhealthy and junk food away in a desk in his habsuite

| • he'll leave you fruit and vegetables but if you want coffee ever again youre gonna have to behave really good to get it

| • and its only a spoonful ,, as a little treat

- cyclonus

| • so you just trying to show and answer tailgates crazy ass questions that youre not even sure where he got them from

| • he probably got them from his ass at this point ,, asking if the coffee gives you super powers and you have to explain thats not true before he spreads lies around

| • and if that happened ,, you shivered at the thought of magnus banning your coffee aboard the lost light

| • that was pure trauma to even think about right there

| • anyways you made too much ,, and instead of storing it away or pouring it down the drain ,, tailgate dared you to drink it all

| • and well ,, momma aint raise no pussy but she did raise someone who makes bad decisions

| • because the moment you get your spurge of energy tailgate runs to cyclonus and tells him all about it

| • bros going on and on about how youve lost your mind and he thinks youre gonna die and cyclonus had like 600 heart attacks right then and there

| • he busts in like hes the damn swat team ,, door kicked down and pieces of it flying everywhere as you're running around like a wild banshee

| • he's looking for the demon and meanwhile youre out here acting like a damn demon ,, almost frothing at the mouth from how insane you are from the coffee

| • lets just say it makes magnus ban tailgate from ever daring you to do anything ,, bans you from having your coffee ,, and bans cyclonus for ever kicking down a door like that ever again because it was so unnecessary

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xxtc-96xx · 11 months

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I'm really curious - how do you draw your movement blurr? I've never known how to pull it off,,

it's a filter most programs have ^^

motion blur is the one I usually do, sometimes I use a radial blur depending on the kind of motion I'm doing

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yes-i-write-fanfiction · 1 year

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Hey I had an idea I thought you may like. An au where Bee has always avaded getting a check up from Ratchet and will straight up leave the base without permission for hours at a time when he knows Ratchet wants to give him a check up. He does this because he's not 100% cybertronian. He won't say how but because of one of his grandsires, Bee is 1/4th scraplet. It is a big point of shame for him though especially because he's only heard of them referred to as monsters and pests, worse than Decpticons. Eventually though, all truths must come out. And if it comes out due to him having to bite through a Decpticon's wrist to save Sari? Than so be it.

You know in How To Train Your Dragon how Toothless can retract and extend his teeth? Bumblebee can kinda do that except he can extend his normal denta into sharp fangs. He also has incredible jaw strength.

In this AU, Bumblebee can often be seen chewing on stuff, mostly stuff like the cybertronian version of hard candies. This is a trait he’s inherited from his scraplet side and it’s a pacifying behavior that helps keep him calm.

A limitation with his sharp fangs are that while they can tear things apart, they can’t grind things down as he has no molars. This means that sometimes he quite literary bites of more than he can chew and has to spit out whatever is in his mouth.

Because he’s only 1/4th scraplet his outwards features are almost identical with those of a regular cybertronian. The big difference is on the inside, as he has an incredibly complex digestive system that would instantly out his heritage to anyone with any semblance of knowledge regarding the cybertronian frame.

Scraplets are small creatures and as such they perceive the world in something akin to slow motion. While nowhere near as small as a scraplet, Bumblebee still experiences this, though not as much. That’s why, in this AU, he can actually keep up with Blurr’s way of talking.

Another scraplet trait Bumblebee inherited is his social tendencies. Scraplets live in large hives and as such Bee feels most at home when surrounded by other people.

#transformers imagine #transformers animated #bumblebee #scraplet bee au

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the-final-sif · 1 year

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c!Dream has a ~*~Bad Time~*~ but its fine because there are more Crimes to be committed.

Dream froze. He couldn’t even move for his knife. For a long moment, he couldn’t even tell where he was being touched. Just that there was someone touching him and he was in danger.

He couldn’t force himself to breath, but he could at least temper the panic just enough to realize the touch was on his shoulder. It was a hand. A large, familiar hand. The hand was moving his shoulder gently. This was not a comfort.

The hand withdrew, and it was almost enough for him to get his panic under control, but then there was something touching his neck and Dream exploded.

Exactly what he did, Dream couldn’t say, all he knew was he needed to get away. At any cost. He lashed out and flung himself backwards.

Blood pounded in his ears, and fuck everything hurt, but it worked well enough. The hand was no longer touching him, and he could feel his throat vibrate in a growl.

Finally, Dream could breath, he managed to pull air into his lungs, and regain some sense of himself.

Dream blinked to clear his vision, sniffing at the air and picking up two distinct scents. Gunpowder and blood.

No sooner had he processed though then he finally managed to get his eyes to process the sight in front of him. The Warden Sam was across the room, practically pressing into the corner, seemingly stuck between reaching forward and trying to minimize his presence.

Blinking a few more times, Dream could now make out the source of the blood. One of Sam’s hands was bleeding, and there was a score of deep scratches across Sam’s chest.

Now that he was more aware, he realized there was a tang of blood in his mouth.

Part of him felt righteously indignation, Sam had touched him, he deserved to be bit. But a much bigger part of himself was terrified. Dream couldn’t walk. He couldn’t run. He couldn’t remember where the potion was or the button to call for help.

The growling stopped. Panic was setting in again. He wanted to try to apologize, old instincts from the prison kicking in, but he couldn’t get himself to speak.

Don’t cry. Don’t make noise.Stay quiet and small, and maybe the Warden will have mercy.

Dream curled inward, pressing himself back against the wall, ignoring the radiating pain in his head and ears. He needed to pay attention. he needed to listen to the Warden or things would get worse, but try as he might, he couldn’t get his ears to work.

The Warden was rarely accommodating, but he- he knew. Right? The Warden’s mouth was moving, but he knew Dream couldn’t hear him, right?

Slowly, the Warden moved forward again, hesitant in his motions. Dream shut his eyes and braced for... something. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen but-

A hand reached his hair, and Dream couldn’t breath. Not that that was new. He was starting to feel a bit dizzy, actually. That wasn’t good. Or maybe it was.

The hand didn’t grab or slam into him, it just moved gently through his hair, stroking several times before very slowly moving down to his chest, where the Warden paused to tap his chest. Indicating..

Oh.

Breathing.

Right.

Dream managed to force himself to take a breath. The air rushing into his lungs was overwhelming. His vision had been starting to blurr. That might’ve been bad.

The moment he started breathing again, the hand retreated, making breathing that much easier. Maybe he wasn’t in trouble. Or at the very least, maybe the Warden would let him wait for punishment.

The longer he kept breathing, the more details started coming back to him.

He wasn’t in the prison. He had a knife. It was in his pocket. He had his alarm still. The potion was still within reach.

Dream was safe. He was fine. Punz was nearby.

After taking several more breaths, he came back to himself enough to uncurl, enough to realize that Sam had placed a hastily scrawled note next to him on the bed.

Are you okay? Did something happen?

The note ignited fury in Dream, the growl starting back up again. This time, he managed words.

“You touched me.”

It was vague, but if Sam couldn’t understand the issue at hand, Dream couldn’t help him. At the very least, the other looked cowed, quickly scribbling another note.

You weren’t waking up. i didn’t know, you always woke up when I came in before. I couldn’t tell if you were breathing or not.

That was... alarming. Dream had been exhausted, but to not wake up when Sam entered was troubling.

Vaguely, he recalled exhaustion being a common side effect of regular weakness use. Ponk had mentioned something like that. His own lack of sleep probably wasn’t helping things.

Still, Dream wasn’t backing down on this.

“I don’t care. I’d rather be dead. Don’t touch me if I can’t- if I’m asleep.”

Sam’s face twisted, he clearly didn’t agree with that idea, but he finally, reluctantly nodded.

There was a long, awkward pause before Sam moved to the nightstand where a plate of food had been balanced. It looked... normal. Bread and veggies.

Dream still sniffed it carefully before forcing himself to scarf it down. He just wanted Sam out of his room as fast as possible, even if he felt like he was going to be sick.

The ear drops were quick, and helped ease the throbbing pain in his skull. Sam lingered around his ears, checking them for... something, before helping Dream move to the bathroom and get clothing.

For once, Sam didn’t even bring up the stretches. He still paused after helping Dream back to bed. Eyes drifting to that fucking.

After several long seconds, Sam spoke, slowly. This time, Dream could make out his words fairly clearly.

“Did you not... Uh... Did it taste bad?”

Dream couldn’t help his incredulous look, one that Sam didn’t seem to pick up on in the slightest.

Well that solved the issue of whether or not Sam was a fucking moron.

Dream considered pointing out the obvious, but decided not to. Instead, he kept a deadpan tone as he responded.

“Wasn’t hungry.”

It wasn’t clear if Sam believed him, but he at least didn’t seem angry about it. He nodded, lost in thought.

When Sam shuffled out the door, he took the cake with him, and hopefully that would be that.

Dream did at least attempt his stretches on his own, sent a quick check in to Punz (ignoring the build up of messages that his head hurt too much to try to read), and then dropped back down onto the bed. His body felt like lead, and all he wanted to do was curl up and sleep for the next month or two.

There was more anxiety this time, it made him want to kick and hide somewhere safer, but the exhaustion won.

Dream wasn’t expecting to be awoken just a few hours later, by another hand on his shoulder.

#c!dream #dreblr #awesamdream #c!awesamdream #c!sam #c!awesamdude #dsmp #dream smp #apology cake au #sif speaks #sif writes #my headcanons #hello have some hurt #next part we get to punz and he can make things a lil better #long post

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phoenixdown-and-fairydust · 11 months

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Character idea: your usual hero or monster hunter who is known for being extraordinary skilled, like this is who you go for when the world eater is loose type. They've got the expected scarred appearance to go with their reputation, but after witnessing a few fights other characters notice something isn't adding up, they had all these scars but the monsters barely seem to ever land a hit. They're not all old scars either, that eyebrow scar wasn't there when they last saw the warrior 3 months ago. Finally one day they go with the hero to their home, for rest or supplies etc. As they enter the homestead the others are shocked to witness blurr of motion shoot to towards the hero, nearly knocking them off their feet once by crashing into the backs of their legs one moment then dropping on to the hero from the rafters above before the watchers even saw it leave. "Alright, settle down, I haven't been gone that long, and I know you know it's nowhere near supper time yet." The hero says as they finally catch hold of the creature now climbing them like a tree. The companions are surprised to see not some monstrous beast, but a seemingly 100% normal, though adorable, little cat in the hero's hands, purring up a storm before aggressively affectionately headbutting the hero in the jaw and rapidly springing away again by kicking off from the hero's face, leaving behind a split lip and a new gash on their cheek in its wake as it sprints madly up the stairs to parts unseen once more.

#why no this is definitely not inspired by my own little nuts and my various scars and scraps #character prompt #character design #writing prompt #cats #monster hunter #writing

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its2sasha · 13 days

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tokyo rev. x stark! Readerpt.5

warning:english is not my firts language, the reader is referred to as 'you'

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With a quick movement, you grabbed the man's gun from his side and threw it to the ground. Even though the man in front of you seemed stronger than you, Kazutora knew that he could not defeat you.

Girl... The man you just shot is still unconscious!

The man threw you in front of the broken glass. You felt the sharp shards dig into your skin and the adrenaline prevented you from feeling the pain.

Without waiting any longer, you jumped towards the gun in the corner of the room. The man pulled you back by grabbing your hair. (If you don't have hair, please ignore this sentence☆)

Hanma was watching you carefully, just like Kazutora. You dug your nail into the man's hands holding your hair, "let go! ебать [fuck] !"

your nails scraped the skin of the man's hand, causing him to step back "what the hell!"

You ran towards the gun on the ground again, Kazutora doing the same.

unfortunately Kazutora was closer to the gun than you, "step back. put your hands up."

The man behind you came to you rubbing his hand, "Good job Hanemiya. Now give me that gun so I can kill her" he said and turned to you, "Of course if she tells me where the stones are: I won't kill her."

"the stones are gone! How many times do I have to say it?!" The man raised his eyebrows, "Well then, say hello to your mother"

He motioned for Kazutora to pull the trigger, "Wait! What does this mean?! What does this have to do with my mother?! What did you do to her?!" you stood up from the ground, "where is she?!"

" ah you can ask her yourself after you dies."

"cut that unfunny joke!" he punched you in the face, "you can keep hitting me, i don't care! but if you hurt my fam-" he punched you again.

Blood was flowing not only from your mouth but also from your nose, the adrenaline was evident again. You spat out the blood in your mouth with tears, "fuckers…"

he threw another punch again. Kazutora couldn't take it anymore, "the stones are gone, why do you continue?"

"That's none of your business, you can go" Kazutora rolled his eyes at the man's words, Hanma was sitting in your chair and not paying attention to anything, and the man you shot would probably wake up soon.

The man pointed the gun in his hand at your head, "Your sister is not dead, if you want her to survive, tell me where the stones are-"

"I don't know! I swear they are all gone!"

"Don't lie! We know Wanda Maximoff has the power of the stones."

"I don't know where she is… please don't…" the man sighed, "you two get out! Now!"

you looked into kazutora's eyes, "go away… there is no need for anyone else to get hurt…"

He and Hanma went out without waiting any longer.

You looked at the man who was slowly regaining consciousness. "And then? What happens?" The man punched you again, "Where are the stones?!"

"I DON'T KNOW! PLEASE STOP!" you shouted with tears

"SHUT UP! YOU KNOW!" The man punched you.

"You call that a punch?!" You wiped the blood flowing from your nose to your lips, "I expected better."

The unconscious man was now awake, "Hey… what happened to me?" The man who constantly punches you says, "The girl knocked you out. Anyway, what are we going to do about it now?"

The other man stood up in the daze of just waking up, "Maybe we should torture her or something."

The man must have liked the idea because he started laughing, "That's a great idea, man."

~Time skip~

You were still lying on the floor, you had no idea what time it was but it was probably around 7pm.

You watched the stars through your broken window, you took a deep breath wondering if your father was watching you right now. but the breath you took came back to you as a cough, you were like this for the last 2 hours

Your eyelids were now heavy and you were hoping someone would come in and give you a more painless death.

"Y/N is here… come, I found her. Mitsuya, come!" Not only your vision but also the sounds were blurred, someone was pressing on your wounds. the feeling of his warm hand hitting your cold body made you shiver, "da-dad? I-i need y-you…" you mumbled quietly to yourself.

"I'm Hakkai, I'm Mitsuya's friend... its OK..." A pair of feet entered your blurry vision with muffled sounds of arguing. "Get out of my way!"

"Shut up! I can crush you even with my money! So get off now!" They approached you, "I don't care, get out of here, Kokonoi!"

Hakkai continued to put pressure on your wound, "Mitsuya-chan… she bleeding a lot, we need to go to the hospital." The lavender haired boy gently lifted your head and said something about keeping you awake, "Hey… Look at me, don't fall asleep. I'm here, it's okay."

" Hakkai picked you up off the ground, trying not to put too much pressure on your wounds. "No… no hospital, please…" kokonoi was looking at you, "alright, hakkai let's take her home. Your brother is waiting."

hakkai looked at mitsuya.

-time skip-

"What happened to her?" yuzuha asked as she put the final dressing on your wound.

"You can ask her when she wakes up, but I think they tortured her or something. She has scratches and bruises on her arms and legs, a few bruises on her face, and there are knife marks in some places."

"I'll find a hairpin to tie her hair up…" Yuzuha stood up and went to find a hairpin for you.

Taiju approached you, "So is this the girl from the news? Didn't anyone who saw her report her?" Seishu replied, "A lot of people must have seen it, but no one on social media believes that she would do this. This girl is like an angel to them. It's like... immunity."

"When will she wake up? I should take her-" Taiji looked over his shoulder at Mitsuya, "I think you should go. She'll stay here."

"No. I'll go and I will bring her too."

Yuzuha was waiting at the door, buckle in hand, she gave Mitsuya a reassuring look, "You go… Me and Hakkai will take care of her. It's okay."

Mitsuya came out, understanding what Yuzuha meant, "Okay…"

Mitsuya sent a message to the Toman group.

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Mitsuya

hey, guys.

I needs ye tonight.

takemichi please bring hina.

takemichi

Why??

Mitsuya

just do it!

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Mitsuya quickly got on his motorcycle and returned home. "luna! mana! I'm here!" The little girls hugged their older brothers' legs, "ne-chan, why are you late today?"

Mitsuya held his sister in his arms, "I had work to do, I helped a girl."

His sisters started laughing, "What? Why are you laughing?" The little girl on his lap was the first to speak, "What color were her hair? What color were her eyes?"

"..."

Mitsuya got up from the couch and went to the girls' room, "Come on~! It's bedtime!" The little girls went to sleep knowing why their older brothers were blushing.

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I hope I wrote long enough. Because I'm still sick and I doubt if I even write well…☆

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#x reader #tony stark x daughter!reader #tokyo revengers x reader #marvel #avengers x teen!reader #pepper potts #avengers endgame #tokyo revengers #avenger x reader #mcu

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rebel-moon-obsessed · 19 days

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to write a Rebel Moon fic or the-never-ending-quest-for-nonblurry-shots-of-this-mofo-stupid-rings

Dear Zack, would you please send me a copy of the uncut version of the movie without motion blurr asap. These screens are not gonna cut it. Much appreciated, bisous bisous de France.

#rebel moon #charlie hunnam #kai #rebel moon kai #charlie hunnam rebel moon #rebel moon fanfiction #charlie hunnam kai #charlie hunnam fanfiction #rebel moon fanfic #fanfic #excuse me i'm trying to make art here

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clearlitebergaming · 3 months

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time to write down semi-coherent thought about EoD +it's post expac!

so.. somehow, compared to previous expac n living worlds, EoD feels uh, short? idk, im a person that space out story and not binge everything, but even then EoD feels short

the only memorable things i remember is stuffs with aurene and rama. everything else feels kinda like blurr.... i remember liking the humor.

i did the each map meta events this time. it does helps with the story. dragon's end especially. this time anet put on big achie icon to remind me 'hey, do the meta first before ending the story, or you'll feel like HoT all over again' -- which i appreciated

finale is good tho! super nice. i see they want to culminate the whole dragon cycle saga into these last part. certainly have epic feeling to it.

i like the post expac stuffs too. felt bad for rama for his bothced party. it felt super painful....

LOVING the date with canach

i also like how major npc in previous map's meta is present for gyala delve's story. it ties off nicely! still feels lack of build up and resolution tho. im used to it by this point, gw2 is never great at building up and resolution. and i already got spoiled about it, so im not disappointed to see lack of trahearne hahahaha

it IS jarring to see gw2 suddenly utilize NAKAMA POWAA in post expac in that manner. its so anime. i dont dislike it, could be written more smoothly. VA is doing amazing. wish id see more distressed commander in the future

can i say one thing tho, the part where aurene 'said goodbye' should be done in cgi / cinematic. unless somehow i dont see it....?

ok so gameplay wise. i never did high end content, so when it came to instanced boss fight, i was pleasantly surprised they have more defined pattern n mechanic in normal content. my xiv instict kicks back in >:3 still hate when doing strike that KO'd member cant be rezzed tho :<

being able to fish is highlight of this expac not ironically. i spend many time just fishing.

seitung is my fav map this time. its pretty, and easy to get around.

new kaineng is novel in that its a 'city' that is also explorable map. but novel wore off when getting around is hard. i remember i got motion sickness often when im in that map. maybe i just havent memorize ziplines n lift location. almost felt like tangled depth, but concrete. almost, but TD is worse. echovald wild.... is also a bit confusing to get around, but at least the ground level have 'clear path' i can blaze with roller beetle to get around for meta wwww dragons end is... okay. its a map for grand meta event, the main attraction is not on the scenery, as long as i can get around quickly, im fine with it.

and then, stuffs i dont like that i nitpick. the inflammatory part. the part that probably make people whos unfortunate to read this itching to make counter post in expressing disagreement (probably lol)

in the cut.

i hate they have to kill mai trin. she doesnt have to die, her death doesnt further anything. she can jsut be benched. it makes me dislike anka even more. i dont like her when shes hurting aurene, and i feel like her reasoning is stupid. she has similar vibe to scarlet in wanting destruction, but scarlet is bound to mordremoth, she has no choice. beside, making mai trin+scarlet fend off anka is super epic, it could be redemption for both girls. up to this point, i dont have 'ugh i dont like this character' in petty way, and congratz anka for earning that place (zojja came close, i dislike her being super petty and abbrassive esp to eir --i dont even like eir that much. but shes felt very different when i play as asura, shes super caring in tough big sister way. so i can let her slide)

post soo won got loose, and we have to confront joon, but joon threw a big tantrum. i understand shes stressed and not thinking clearly, loosing soo won and putting the whole cantha on energy disaster, but when she rambles about 'not sorry for being who she is/can' i was liek, "girl idk where that came from, now is not the time!" super out of left field. no one in commander side is questioning her ability, she just almost trauma dump on commander right when aurene is at stake.

now when i think about it, i got riled up real hot when either taimi or aurene got in harms way lol.

on to post expac stuffs,

stop making me care about eir goddamn it. its getting annoying at this point. i have nothing against eir, i just dont feel anything, stop making me to. if anything i felt bad for killing trahearne, but we cant have that grieve can we, anet?

of all ppl anet think commander is feeling guilty for...

you know who i feel more guilty for instead of cinder? those poor unarmed bastards smodur told me to drop bombs to inside bunker in drizzle wood.

id even go further by saying my commander still have regrets over shelling his own troops in PS, or over Tonn and Apatia's death. tho i understand anet cant do it because they long ditched permutations.

well, its not that bad actually.

will try to save to buy SOTO for now, or trying to get sule up to EoD as well.

#gw2 #gw2 rambles #end of dragon

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favesgrave · 1 year

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If Blurr somehow ends up finding out that TFA Optimus already died because of the Allspark, he’s going to have a HEART ATTACK. They were that close to everything being completely screwed beyond belief, and he doesn’t even want to think about what might’ve happened had Optimus not come back

Blurr is having too many heart attacks lately spark attacks?

It is pretty fun to think about though. Sure, the blast knocked Starscream away, but he always bounces back. He would've tried getting his claws back on the Allspark. And I'm sure Megatron would also eventually pop back online too and begin the rebuilding of his body and with the leader of the Autobots gone, I'm sure he'd face a lot less problems. His plans would be in motion in no time. Would he have eventually conquered Cybertron like he wanted? Maybe!

The Autobots wouldn't be in high spirits with Optimus dead. He was their friend and their leader, so they'll probably be pretty lost without him. Definitely not in prime (pun not intended) shape for fighting Decepticons and saving the world.

Someone could definitely write a whole fic on this. Maybe someone already has! There's a ton of creative people in this fandom, so I wouldn't be surprised if I stumbled across a gut-wrenching AU like that.

#i went off of memory for this ask #so if some details are a bit smudged that's on me #tfa blurr in tfp #tfa #transformers #transformers animated #optimus prime #kittydemon9000 #ask response

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lollipencil · 7 months

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Mask of Khonshu: Part 2

Well, seeing as the first part is so far the most popular thing (outside of the Moon Son AU) I’ve done on here, I will put to words the second part I’ve have had brewing in my head off-and-on since posting for you all. I would recommend reading the first part for context. Enjoy and be gentle.

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When Layla El-Faouly found her husband, she was going to... Well, she wasn’t yet quite sure exactly what she was going to do, but it would definitely make her feelings very clear. And it would take a obscene amount of groveling and explanations for it to stop.

Ever since the divorce papers arrived, she’d been scouring the world, starting from America and branching out, for Marc. Now, two months later, she finally had a lead.

It had taken a commission to a group of hackers, but she had security footage showing a person of a very similar description going about their day in London. Any scepticism was lost when the cameras had captured a clear shot of his face. Even making an expression she had never seen on his face before and with massive bags under his eyes, could not change the fact that Layla knew the face of Marc Spector.

Now all she had to do was find him.

That had been a week ago. While part of Layla thought about going when the cameras stated he passed them every day, it was too risky. He might spot her first and then she’d be back at square one. So, she searched by night. Surely, a city as big and as crime-riddled as London would encourage him to put on the mask, right?

It was night three of acting as mugging bait that someone finally took a nibble. The effort to not grin as the teenager approached with intent was immense. “Money, now lady.” While the box cutter could be a minor issue, it was nothing Layla thought she couldn’t handle. And something that Marc couldn’t ignore. And, just as that thought popped into place, a blurr of white leapt down at the teenager and-

No. No no no. It was not Marc. “Apparently, it’s unique to each bearer,” Marc had grit out after she’d seen him change and a lengthy interrogation, “Mask goes off of whatever they think it should look like.” But she had seen it. Amoured plates held by linen bandages with a cloak and bronze crescents in various places. The figure facing the potental mugger was not him.

But he had the mask, not Marc. “Now then,” his voice almost sounded like Marc’s. But it was not him, “are you going to leave this nice lady alone, or do I have to convince you?” The teenager took a half-second glance at the truncheons in his hands and fled.

Leaving Layla with the man who was not her husband.

With not even a sound, he smoothly turned to face her. There was not even a trace of similarity between Marc’s suit and this one. Only the white colour scheme and the crescent embossed on the forehead, and even those weren’t quite the same. “And you, I feel, are someone I should be talking to.” For a moment Layla was stunned, before suddenly swallowing a great deal of emotion. Anger chief of them. “And why should we talk?” “Because you weren’t afraid. Nor did you make any motion to try and stop your little assailant. Were you waiting for me, or someone else?”

“Please, like you don’t know about my husband!” Anger exploded out of her without warning. The figure, this “new” Moon Knight, merely blinked. “I am afraid I do not know what you mean.” “The last time I saw eyes like yours,” Layla slowly stated as if speed would increase her rage, “there were on my husband. Now, why do you have the mask?”

Silence settled between them. “I do not know,” The figure said after an eternity. “How can you not know?” Layla almost stammered. He paused, looking as if those glowing eyes could weight her soul by themselves.

“Before tonight,” he slowly explained, “I had never seen the mask before. Nor the case it had been inside. I found it tucked under a table in my flat. I do not know how long it had been there, or where I had acquired it. What do you know about this mask?”

For a moment, Layla could not speak. By the time she could manage speech again, every word teetered back and forth between verge-of-tears and laughter, “I know enough to know that that should not be possible.” “How so?” “Because that mask is literally bound by blood to its bearer. It should not have been you!” Maybe that was unfair, but given Marc could possibly be dead, Layla didn’t care that much.

The figure paused to soak in this scrap of information. “There,” he hesitied briefly, “there is one, maybe two, possible scenarios here.” Silently, Layla waved for him to continue. “About two months ago, I moved into my mother’s flat. A month after that, I became aware of potental sleepwalking. I have since taken measures to prevent me leaving the flat, but...

The first scenario is as such: I left the flat unaware, your husband volentarily unbound himself from the mask and happened upon me in the streets. Wanting or needing to get rid of the mask, he binds me to the mask, places it in a case, and hands it off to me with a request to keep it safe. I go home, shove it under the table, and it is forgotten until tonight. Or, it is forced from him. Some possible altercation occurs, and it is out of the case in the open. I stumbled upon it and somehow end up bound to it. I tuck it back into the case, and take it home,” the figure sets out, “I can not think of another way this could have happened.”

Layla digested this. Both seemed utterly improbable, yet there could be something there. Layla knew Marc hated working for Khonshu, hated who he became everytime he put on the mask. While handing it off to some random guy he found sleepwalking didn’t sound like something he’d do, if he felt desperate enough, then maybe...

A shaky sigh echoed around the alley. “So,” she calmly stated, “you don’t know where my husband is.” “No,” he stated apologetically, “I am very sorry. Although, if I may, can I ask you a question?” “Go ahead.” “How do I know if this is real?”

Layla blinked in bafflment: “What?” “Seemingly the night before, I had a very vivid dream,” the new Moon Knight continued, “Nightmare, really. And I woke, and seem to have lost two days worth of time.” “Oh,” she slowly said, “I’m sorry.” “It’s ok. I just-” he rubbed his fingertips along his thumb as if about to snap his fingers, “I am uncertain if all this is really happening, or if I’m starting to lose track of reality.”

For a moment, Layla was speechless. What do you say in this situation? An idea popped into her head. “Give me your phone.” “My phone? Why?” “I’ll text you in the morning,” Layla held out her hand for it, “If you receive a text from me you’ll know that this is real.” Nodding, he pulled out a hieroglyphic covered phone and handed it off. Entering his number in her phone as “NMK” and hers in his as “Reality Check”, she handed it back with a sudden wave of melancholy. “I guess I should got going.” “Would you like me to escort you?” “No. No, thank you. I, I need to be alone right now.”

At this, Moon Knight nodded and, with a wave, walked away.

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The start of daylight drifted over Steven’s eyes as he woke up. Memory alluded him for just a moment. Then, it hit.

He jolted upright, hands clawing at his face and probing desperately. No mask, either fabric nor cartonnage. He was himself again. He was fine. For the second time in two days, Steven laughed in sheer relief as he flopped back in his bed.

Sighing softly, he rolled to his right. And found the mask resting on his pillow. He startled up like a cat who’s tail had been trodden on, but nothing happened. Panting, he scrambed up and snatched it up.

Nothing.

Chuckling, Steven shook his head at his own jumpiness. Just another nightmare. And checking his phone showed the correct date, granted with the two day difference, but the correct date regardless. Then, right before Steven locked his phone to get started with his day, a text suddenly appeared that made his stomach sink like a boulder: “Good morning NMK, it wasn’t a dream.”

#my fics #moon knight (2022)#the mask 1994 #crossover fic #steven grant #layla el-faouly

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For someone who wants to play ff16, would you recommend it to people who enjoy JRPGs? Also, what is your opinion on Jill XD

Hmm...

That's a tough one. Probably not honestly? The game is more an action combat game with heavy story-telling focus. there's not much customizing of a party or a team. There's not much in the way of loot and gear, crafting is liner and other things you may want in an rpg isn't there.

You're better off playing DQ11 or Chained Echoes or something for a JRPG feel. However...

The combat and story is a lot of fun and i had a good time with it despite not being very good at action combat stuff. it follows a very similar sorta design style to FF14, and with good reason given it was the team behind that.

by that i mean that side quests are both grand and small are more for fleshing out character and world over anything else. The scale of the eikon battles is great, the writing is solid. However after the BIG scenes, there is often a lot of downtime afterwards (a particular bit with engines is the biggest offender imo). Finish big event? several new side quests that can, if you're enticed to the mian story, might kill pacing. But if you're like me and had to go to work or do other things, the breaks in pace are fine. rushing however would perhaps make it not as enjoyable....

But if you take it slow as i did, taking about a week of on and off play, enjoying the journey, indulging in the combat, reading the rich lore and doing bits steadily; i think it is a very good game. I had no bugs or glitches, everything worked as intended. I played in performance mode and not being one to notice frame rates, i felt all was stable. sometimes the motion blurr got to me though... it wasn't too bad for me in general though.

...

Jill is very cool. I like Jill.

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BLACK AND BLOOD

Y/N L/N is the daughter of the Great Khal Drogo although she was raised by the king of the unknown lands. After finding out he died she travels and finds the one who caused his death. Along this adventure she meets the mother of dragons. Jon Snow. Night walkers. We will see if she really has the Dothraki blood flowing through her veins.

Chapter 3:

We come up to the royal guards trailing behind and making sure every crop and gold gets to kingslanding. “Don’t let another wagon move an inch!” I scream to the Dothraki. The horses rush fastly towards the soldier standing now guard with their spears and shields. The army’s in line as we make contact with them. Daenerys can be heard above with Drogon. His fiery breath fires from above down to her enemies. All you can hear now is our screams while we take care of the soilders and the soilders scream as the fire burns them to dust. Men on both sides are being slaughtered. A second wave of Dothraki Screamers ride in. They switch from a seated position to standing atop their saddles shooting bow and arrow. While fighting a soilder I notice Daenerys being shot at. “Malakho! Get rid of him” I scream in Dothraki and motion to the crossbow that was being used. I moved behind him taking care of the soldiers that tried getting in his way.

“Aren’t you something?” His sword swings over my head and when he comes around I stop him with my arakh. Push him back, regaining my balance. I aimed towards him with force as he did the same but his only fault was that he wasn’t fast enough. I look over to find Drogon on the ground. I run towards him but the flames throw me to the ground. I stand up feeling a sting on my ribs. Darn.

“Need to get you back” Lasdar on my people tows a horse my way and helps me on. “I will make sure the queens get back safely” I trust him. He hushers my horse to move. I didn’t notice that the soldier made contact with me. I closed my eyes once or twice and I can’t remember now where I was headed. Everything was a blurr. Maybe it was because of the loss of blood or because the night was falling and I had no way to see. I fell apart when the horse finally came to a halt.

“Couldn’t go without any drama could you?” a faint smile crossed my face until blackness overtook me.

“Why didn’t you go? They would have never happened!”

“Oh come on, she is old enough to take care of herself. Look! She made it back in one piece”

“Yeah and a cut that might have cut her in two!”

“Can yall both shut up” I groan feeling the wrap around my waist. “What did they say? Am I going to die?” I sit up and notice my siblings staring at me. “What?”

“You are an idoit. Why did you have to go into the fight when you knew it was 10 against 1. You weren’t needed there” I grab the first thing I could find and throw it at my brother's head.

“Out!”

“No! You will listen to us, if father finds out you almost died-”

“I almost didn't die! It's not like this hasn’t happened before. And he knows that there is that risk that I might not return home”

“Yeah well he made us promise to make sure nothing happened if we could stop it” of course he did. Of course he would be the one to make them promise to make sure if anyone had to die first it would be them. “So don’t put yourself in this situation if you can help it or next time take us with you!” Our attention moves to the knock on the door. “Come in”

“I wanted to see how you were doing” Daenerys comes in as Tyrion trails behind her. Joia and Grisill excuse themselves out.

“Much better” the wound hurts but how can it not. I have lived through this pain before. “But I am sure that wasn’t the only reason you stopped by.” Don’t get me wrong I understand she likes me but she has more serious things she needs to worry about other than me.

“You saved me from Dothraki rebels and fought alongside me to take back my throne overseas. The Unsullied and Dothraki are more your people than mine. They follow your lead. I need your help with something. Jon got a message from Winterfell and the so-called Night king and his army are marching towards Eastwatch.”

“Jon has agreed to bring one along for us and Cersei to see a real night walker. I will be going to King's Landing to make that agreement with my brother Jaime” I am waiting for Tyrion to continue or Daenerys to get to the point on how she needs my help. “Davos is coming with me and Jorah is going with Jon.” They both look at each other and somehow agree on Daenerys to tell me what the request is.

“I need you to travel back with Jon and the unsullied. Not one of our people will travel north of the wall but if he is speaking the truth and soon he becomes an allie we will atleast cast trust on the northerners”

“What if the queen denies the request and attacks dragonstone when we are not here?”

“You will see a dragon flying above and bring back the unsullied” This is a horrible plan. She was the first one to not want to do anything but give the dragonstone to Jon if he wasn’t going to bend the knee. Now she wants to send an army to protect the north from the undead. “You don't have to to cross the wall with them, just stay in the castle and wait for them to come back’’

‘‘Go to Winterfell. Keep a lookout for a dragon flying around. Wait for Jon to show back up and hope Cercesi accepts to meet, what can go wrong?’’ They both nod. The pain is bearable. I put on my clothes and pack to leave. I don’t tell my siblings anything again knowing damn well if I do they would fall behind me.

‘‘I heard you got hurt’’ I turned to look back, seeing Jon walking up to me. The men can be seen packing up the ship. Food and most importantly dragonglass.

‘‘Yes, one of the queen's soldiers got to me’’

‘‘You are going to need more than those clothes to keep you warm‘’ I look down at my clothes letting a chuckle escape

‘‘Don’t worry about me, I have experience in the cold’’ he walks closer to me taking hold of my hands.

‘‘I don’t have experience or know anything about your land but I can assure you, nothing will be colder than the winters in Winterfell and you run warm’’ right now i am running warm. I hope he can’t see the pink shade in my cheeks, what is happening? I mean i am not stupid but there is no way this guy has made me feel more things than the man i fell in love with 5 years ago when I was 15.

‘‘Well I hope that the King of Winterfell is kind enough to lend me some warmth’’ My eyes move from our hands to his eyes. ‘‘I meant clothes’’ I smile feeling nervous start to raise

‘‘Of course Princess’’

‘‘Begging your pardon, Your Grace. Princess’’ Our hands move away hearing Davos' voice. He is alongside a young man.

‘‘You survived King's Landing.’’ Jon answers. I step back but don’t move far as there’s a hold on belt. I look down noticing Jon’s hand.

‘‘Yet again’’ Davos laughs. ‘‘Your Grace, this is—’’ The young man steps forward in front of Davos extending his hand

‘‘It's Gendry, Your Grace. I'm Robert Baratheon's son. Bastard son.’’ Jon shakes his hand as I just smile awkwardly just standing a little back from Jon

‘‘We was meant to keep that to himself.’’ Davos tried to add but I new that didn’t matter when he mention that part

‘‘Our fathers trusted each other. Why shouldn't we?’’ I felt as the young man Gentry was talking it was something I wasn’t supposed to be here for

‘‘I saw your father once at Winterfell.’’ Jon keeps a straight face. I moved my hand towards his yanking my belt away but that only got him to get a hold of my hand.

‘‘I met yours in my shop.’’

‘‘You're a lot leaner.’’

‘‘You're a lot shorter.’’Jon stops smiling and pauses a moment. Then he chuckles.

‘‘I grew up on stories about them.’’ It made my heart feel nice to hear Jon speak about something other than hurt about his life. I wonder if he had more nice stories to tell

‘‘All I ever knew was they fought together and won. Ser Davos told me where you're going, Your Grace, and why. Let me come with you.’’ Jon looks back at me seeing my expression. This was his move. This man was asking to join him, it wouldn’t affect me in any way.

‘‘Don't be a fool. You're not a soldier.’’ Davos butts in

‘‘No, but I'm a fighter. And he won't be needing a smith with a sword like that.’’

‘‘Do you know how to use one?’’ The young man shakes his head ‘‘Well, that's a problem.’’

‘‘I prefer a hammer.’’ Jon smiles at him, agreeing to have him join as a blacksmith and if he wishes,a soldier soon enough. They both walk away to the ship leaving Jon and I alone again. I take this opportunity as he stays frozen looking at the castle to move closer. I don’t press myself against his back but close enough to hear his breathing.

‘‘Is there a reason you keep holding my hand?’’ My head now reaches up to whisper in his ear. I couldn’t help but grin. I see his eyes close pushing his head back a little and taking a deep breath

‘‘I had to keep you close to make sure the new guy wasn’t a threat’’ I laugh a little. ‘The mother of dragons allowed one of her advisers to come along with me, I have to do my job and keep you safe’’ He turns around enterwining our hands. My breathing was unsteady now and his eyes have never looked more beautiful.

‘‘You should go hold Jorah's hand too then, I can assure you he needs more protection than me’’ it was his turn to laugh.

‘‘Humor me’’ my smile fades and I back up. I let go of his hand.

“We should get going. The faster we get there the faster we come back” I turn around standing by the boat waiting for the rest to come. Mormont can be seen kissing Daenerys before he departs towards me. Tyrion standing beside her like always. Jon walks forward talking to her.

“Glad to see you in better shape” I smile at Jorah.

“Me too” He laughs “You know I met your father before” I give him a questioning look. “I never said anything because he asked me not to.” He turns towards me, almost casting over my body. “I was the one who delivered the message of Khals death to the castle. Khal told me to find you before he died and lead his men with Daenerys after his death”

“How come I never heard about this?” anger started to raise. This would have made things simpler yet I don’t know if it would have. I trust Jorah now but back then he was just a stranger. If he would have told me this I wouldn’t have believed him. It would happen like it did, I came and tried to kill Daenerys until everyone including my own brother advised me against it. She told me how it happened and I choose to believe her and everyone else but yet I can’t help but still not trust her.

“Your father chose it would be best. He said you always had a way with people. You always trust your gut and that somehow everythings always goes your way” I smile

“He likes to say the gods are the only ones who can keep up with me. When I was younger he prayed to the gods to look after me becasue he had a feeling nobody in this lifetime could''

“He mentioned something about your stubbornes” yes. That is what he called all my antics. “I'm glad you chose to help Daenerys. Yes she has three dragons but she needed people like you and Tyrion beside her” There is sadness in his voice. I know things werent as good with him and her but the only thing he wants now is for her to be happy.

“And your Jorah. I know she missed you”

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