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Hey me again maybe a few more interactions with team bee and old Predacon buddy maybe a bit more hijinks and stuff and maybe seeing prime again Predacon buddy will most likely berate Optimus and then hugging him because of them missing their Orion pax basically just overall acting like a mother hen and just overall fretting over team bee

I went with a little reunion with Buddy and Optimus... then I had a little fun with it.

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy the Old Predacon reunites with Optimus Prime

SFW, Platonic, Slight angst, mentions of injury but nothing too graphic, Familial, Cybertronain reader

RiD 2015

Buddy was with the rest of the team fighting this ‘Megatronus’ character.

They were not impressed by the name.

Buddy and Grimlock took over most of the heavy hits and hitting, but even Buddy was struggling against the mysterious mech.

They blamed it on the age and years of damage to their frame.

Oh, they would have given for some years shaven off right about now.

Megatronus was going to get the jump on Bumblebee when Buddy tackled him.

The mech easily got them off and slammed them to the ground.

Buddy was very familiar with wounds after years of being in the arena and war. They know what a stab wound feels like, especially one near a vital area.

Buddy looking up at the mech with hatred in their optics.

Megatronus has both of his servos together raised above his helm.

“I think its about time to finally get rid of you Predacon scum from the face of this world.”--Megatronus

Buddy hears some of the bots scream for them.

All they can focus in was the sneering pain in their gut and the slow-motion servos coming straight for their helm.

This was it…

At least they would see Prime again.

A blur of red and blue tackled Megatronus down.

Out of the corner of Buddy’s optics they see him.

“Optimus…Orion…”—Buddy

Buddy’s vision gets darker and darker.

They could feel their frame get colder by the minute.

The older Predacon knew that it was a bad idea to close their optics.

But they were so tired…

They forgot to take their nap today and the ground below…

A little nap wouldn’t hurt right?

Buddy heard some pede steps heading their direction, but they had already closed their optics as the fading sound of yelling disappeared.

Buddy woke up with the sight of the last rays of sunlight hitting their face.

They groaned propping their elbows up a bit, flinching at the pain in their gut. Where the giant sword used to be was now replaced by some expert wielding. It’d take a bit of buffing out and coloring to get rid of that thing.

Buddy looked around and noticed they were in the scrapyard. Specifically in the section where they had most of their medical supplies.

It was quiet.

Too quiet…

Buddy swings their pedes to the side of the berth and tries to sit up.

That was an immediate regret.

“Primus… this is going to hurt like the Pits…”--Buddy

Buddy pushes themselves off the berth and stumbles to the wall next to them.

They slowly prop themselves up thanks to the wall.

“Now… where are the others…?”--Buddy

Buddy hears multiple pede steps coming their way.

They grabbed the closets object near them, which was a crowbar and held it tightly in their servos.

The intruding bot turns the corner and Buddy, out of pure instinct, whacks them on the helm.

“OW!”--Bumblebee

“Bee! Sorry about—Oof!”--Buddy

Bumblebee gets over the whack and hugs Buddy tightly, yet mindful of their injuries.

Buddy could feel him quiver a bit.

They patted his back a bit before he turned to them.

“You shouldn’t be out walking.”--Bumblebee

“I know, but it got too quiet and I needed to see for—”--Buddy

“I made sure they stayed quiet.”—Ratchet

Ratchet stood behind Bumblebee with his arms crossed with a tired smile.

Buddy’s optics widen in surprise.

“Ratchet?! Ratchet!”--Buddy

Buddy tries to walk over to Ratchet but the medic walks to them instead.

Both Bee and Ratchet try and drag Buddy back to the berth.

“You know what I’m going to say...”--Ratchet

Buddy does a mocking salute.

“Got it Dr. of Doom.”--Buddy

“Don’t call me that. Anymore moving and you’re going to mess up my wielding job.”--Ratchet

Buddy sits back down on the berth trying to hide the pain that flared up when they did.

“How did you get here anyways. Not that its bad or anything.”--Buddy

“I followed his signal.”--Ratchet

“Who’s—"--Buddy

“Mine.”--Optimus

Buddy’s optics widen when they see Optimus standing by the corner.

He slowly approaches Buddy’s side.

Buddy just stared at him in disbelief.

“I know this may be a lot of information to say all at once Buddy… but I am—”--Optimus

“Prime.”--Buddy

Optimus quiets down and looks at Buddy’s optics that had started to spring leaks.

“Just…just come over here…”--Buddy

Buddy opens their arms and Optimus goes in for the hug.

Buddy tries their hardest not to cry when Bee and Ratchet join in.

They really do try.

“I swear to the Primes above, if ANY of you wise bots decide to pull a stunt like that… Great I can’t even threaten you guys now, thanks a lot. There goes my reputation…”--Buddy

The four of them ended up catching up a bit before the rest of the team came back from patrol.

Finally, Prime was home.

#transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #tf rid 2015 x platonic reader

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bloomblanche · 7 months

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Cirralings

(Splatoon fan species)

Aka: I overanalyzed Raian's design and ended up making a whole species of cirrate octopuses (otherwise known as dumbo octopuses) over it.

(The cover is an edited version of the official White Day 2020 illustration, if anyone's wondering.)

(Also, I'm going to use a lot of synonyms for "cirrate octopus", so here's a little list of what they all mean)

Cirrate octopus: octopus in the suborder "Cirrina" or "Cirrata"

Dumbo octopus: finned octopus (note: every cirrate octopus has fins, so they all classify as dumbos)

Flapjack octopus and Umbrella octopus: octopus from the family "Opisthoteuthidae"

Now, without further ado...

Introduction

I love dumbo octopuses. Who doesn't? With their little ear-fins flapping around as they float majestically through the deep sea, it's hard not to like them. And their rarity only makes them more mysterious and interesting. If they ever were to add a dumbo octopus character in Splatoon, the whole fandom would go crazy for sure. It's a wonder how absent they are from the franchise.

...or are they?

(cue vsauce music)

If you're in the splatband fandom, you probably know who this is. This is Raian (or Orion in the English localization) from the band Chirpy Chips! This creature has been mercilessly occupying my brain for, uh... almost a year now. Help.

But here's the most interesting part about them: they're a flapjack octopus! That's right, they're canon! And they've been right here since Splatoon 1. But... there's one small problem. They don't look like an Octarian at all. This is possibly explained by the fact that cirrate octopuses don't have ink sacs, and Octolings (like Inklings) are primarily composed of ink. That's where my fan species comes in!

They're mostly a product of me over-analyzing Raian's design and adapting it to my style. But then, I started attaching a lot of lore to them, and... boom. Now I've made an entire species over an obscure Splatoon character from an arguably less obscure in-game band. The brainrot made me do it, and I don't regret it in the slightest.

Here's a remastered collection of everything I've posted about them on other platforms!

Design breakdown

(I wanted to provide a closeup of every single element over the course of the post, but I can't because of Tumblr's picture limit. Don't hesitate to go back to the design sheet above if you need to.)

The eyes

When I first saw Raian, I thought they had pitch-black eyes. Turns out they're probably just closed, but I really liked the idea. Since cirrate octopuses live in the deep sea, they'll probably need to see as much light as possible. The Octarians also have this alien theme going on, as with octopuses in general. And with deep-sea creatures often being described as real-life aliens, I figured that I would take this aspect and go all out with it. I'm aiming for a "cute yet vaguely eerie" vibe, and I think the eyes fit very well with that!

However, I do think they would have coloured eyes. Or even irises! Take the Stauroteuthis genus (picture on the right), for example.

The fins

What's a dumbo octopus without its fins? They're always flapping about, so I loved the idea of having them move based on how they're feeling. Despite not giving them any eyebrows, I would still keep the "eyebrow muscles" for the sake of more dynamic facial expressions (like the ones in the introduction picture).

Their bangs are made out of webbing. As for the "antennas" on some haircuts, they're a modified pair of cirri! With the importance of fins, I figured that Cirralings would enjoy having "ear surrogates" for when their ears are hidden.

(or just because they feel like it)

(or not, it's their choice)

also it's cute

To those who don't know: a cirrus is a small hair-like strand that moves a bit like a mini-tentacle. The suborder "Cirrina" is named after those strands, which they most likely use for feeding.

If we go back to Raian's design, there's a problem: despite being a cirrate octopus, they don't have any visible suckers nor cirri. Will we ever know your secrets, mysterious chiptune flapjack???

...so, I came up with something. If we go back to the reference picture under "Design breakdown," the suckers are on the same side as Inklings and they're covered by their cirri. It's a little unusual, but again, it fits with the vibe I'm trying to create.

The swim form

Since many cirrate octopuses live at the bottom of the ocean, I figured that I should keep them adapted enough to sit on the sea floor like they usually do. Those who live in the open ocean probably look more like a traditional octo form.

One thing's for sure: Opisthoteuthidae certainly don't need much stylization with how cartoony they already look.

The hands

Cirrate octopus have a lot more webbing between their tentacles than incirrate ones. Here's a cool way to translate this: webbed fingers and toes!

I'm sorry for telling you to scroll back again, but I'm very proud of how I drew that hand. Look at it. I'm not forcing you, like- you don't have to do it if you don't want to, but. Look.

The teeth

These are just Octoling teeth but flipped and a little different. I also decided to "fuse" the teeth together to better distinguish them from the Octarians.

My main goal with this species is to show how differently they would evolve compared to their surface-dwelling cousins, all while staying similar to each other. I haven't studied biology since secondary 4 (aka 10th year of American high school), though, so please take this with a miniscule grain of salt.

The mask and neck, as well as any other design choice that I haven't explained, are just some elements of Raian's design that kinda just... exist. That doesn't mean they're useless, though. If anything, it makes them look more "cirrate-like."

On a side note, I thought it would be cool to base them around what they're most famous for: their appearances! Given their reputation as "the octopus suborder that makes scientists so happy that one of its species almost got called 'Opisthoteuthis Adorabilis'", I think they have something to be proud of.

Unorganized tidbits of lore

I wanted to illustrate all of these individually, but I'm pretty busy with university. Also, I'm kinda slow at drawing. In the end, I got too impatient and decided to reveal my most developed ideas right then and there.

Cirratians, like most deep sea species, evolved through many miracles. First, the miracle of coming in contact with the crystals. Second, the miracle of evolving on dry land via caves. Third, the miracle of surviving in the harsh, barren underground.

Because of this, they evolved to be drastically different from their surface-dwelling counterparts. Since they don't have ink sacs, their bodies are mainly composed of water. However, they can still be splatted by getting submerged in dense enough liquids such as brine.

Not every cirrate octopus is a Cirraling, as evidenced by the existence of cirrate Octolings. As the name suggests, the latter are Octolings with cirrate ancestry. They almost always inherit the ink bodies of Octarians, but some are born without ink sacs. There are two types of cirrate Octolings: those whose ancestry dates back to the dawn of evolution (often through interbreeding and assimilation) and those whose ancestry is a result of modern Cirro-Octarian contact. Scientists are still researching this odd, prolonged "contact gap".

Similarly to Octarians, they have their own variants born from severed tentacles. Though, due to their different needs, these ones are non-sapient and take the role of cattle and companions. In ancient times, long tentacles were considered a sign of wealth.

They have a traditional dance characterized by slow movements and light, flowing fabric. Skilled dancers will try to make their costumes flow as much as possible without moving too fast. If they did, it would be considered a waste of energy.

Like many deep sea cultures, one of the most important gods they worship is based on ancient whale falls (illustration by @thap34nut ). This large, skeletal god is a symbol of plenty. It is credited as the origin of marine snow and an essential provider of food to their ancestors. In the afterlife, it will grant eternal satiety to those who died of starvation. Meanwhile, it will punish the greedy with eternal hunger. To honour that god, they have a similar holiday to Squidmas colloquially called "the Deepest Gratitudes." The many bone decorations (which are usually painted rock sculptures) are often the source of culture shock to many uninformed outsiders.

Despite their internal shells, Cirralings are very squishy. This allows them to better withstand their highly pressurized environment. However, this also makes them vulnerable: they are notably more prone to bruising than most inkfish. So, they prioritize diplomacy over conflict.

Their natural charisma is known all over the deep sea, and many young Cirralings move to bigger cities in hopes of breaking through the idol industry. They are often stereotyped as charming and polite at best, or two-faced manipulators at worse.

Despite their reputation, they have a certain "shyness" to them. Indeed, most Cirratian cities and settlements are rather isolated. Their conflict-avoidant culture is most likely a result of the competitive, individualistic atmosphere of early deep sea civilization. Since then, however, the "spirit" of humanity and the survivalism of deep sea life managed to blend together more smoothly. Despite their cold and aloof appearance, these modern civilizations are now characterized by a certain sense of unity.

Cirratian society is noted to have a pretty unique atmosphere, even compared to their surrounding cultures. Despite shrouding themselves in mystery, they are warm and welcoming. Despite living simple lives, their social rules are very strict.

Cirralings are significantly less concerned with imitating humans. Their skin tones are rarely human-like, and while dull, they vary a lot in terms of colours. Their fins and tentacles also play a very important role in expressing emotions, sometimes even more than facial expressions. They have gained minor colour-changing abilities from the crystals, though many of them describe the process as "time-consuming and not very instinctive." They specialize more in bioluminescence.

Their eyes vary much less than other humanoids: they are large and dark to absorb as much light as possible. Some may have smaller or lighter irises, but this is rather uncommon. Cirratians come in all shapes and sizes, but their eyes are their most recognizable aspect.

The Cirratians and the Octarians have an odd relationship. They want to understand each other better, as there's potential for solidarity and brotherhood. However, it's hindered by their inherently different values.

Sometimes, Cirralings sneak to the surface in search of resources. They rarely interact with surface dwellers, as both parties would fear each other in the past. In fact, the "glowing-eyed mimic" or "void-eyed mimic" cryptid originated from various Cirraling sightings.

They often come to the surface through bodies of water. For a variety of reasons, some may even wash up on shore. Those who choose to stay will almost always hide their identity, though they have been revealing themselves more and more as the years went by. The events of Octo Expansion lead to a wave of deep sea creatures who immigrated to the surface in search of new opportunities. By then, almost every Cirraling had stopped hiding their identity.

Thank you for your interest❣️

Here's my favourite flapjack pic, for the soul.

#splatoon #splatoon fan species #fan species #flapjack octopus #dumbo octopus #fanling #cirraling #cirralings #deepsea metro #I wanted to post this later in the month #but I accidentally posted the draft and panicked #so I privated it and kinda felt obligated to finish it earlier

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ashes-writing · 2 years

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burnin for you pt six | stranger things ; g.emerson

TAG LIST BABES || REQ RULES + FANDOMS/CHARACTERS || GOT A ? || MASTERLIST

CHAPTERS ;

one - two - three - four - five can all be found by clicking.

AUTHORS NOTES;

SO THIS IS FLUFF. YES. FLUFF. THAT IS ALL. I wrote this as kind of a follow up to the previous chapter because I couldn't just leave us all hanging after the kiss. I had to do it.

Huuuuge thanks and all my love to everyone who reads / interacts with my writing -and puts up with and or encourages my bullshit, in the form of comments / reblogs with tags - i really love the tags I've seen they have made my heart so happy i swear / comments / reblogs and even just likes make my day, yall have no idea. I literally go into every thing I post thinking if nothing else, it's all out of my head for now, so this means so so so so much more to me that you guys are enjoying the stuff I put us through than anyone realizes.

SUMMARY;

-- the conclusion to movie night. just two cute awkward lil babies being awkward.

You're the new girl and you're kind of Gareth Emerson's polar opposite. Doesn't stop either of you from catching feelings though. Aka, the one where you're with the drummer.

PAIRING;

Gareth Emerson x Princess!Pastel!Soft Fem reader. Beyond a shitload of pink, having the obvious girl parts and such, there are literally no other descriptors given that I can remember.

WARNINGS;

The boys picking on their boy a little, a moment where Gareth wakes up with his hand on your ass, sharing a sleeping bag, a lil makeout and that's it Oh and nicknames. Nicknames.

TAGLIST;

The only people on my taglist for Stranger Things currently are listed below. If you’d like to be and you aren’t, please go add yourself via the link at the very top of the post.

@ALLELITESMUT

@AURUMBELIS

@ARIES-ARCADE

@COLE22ANN

@HCLOANGCLS

@HEYAITSKLAUDIA

@ICEQUEEN1371

@KRYS-ORION

@LETSBEDRAGONSTOGETHER

@MUSICHEALSSCARS

@SCOOBIESSNACKS

@SUITS-AND-SMIRKS

OTHER STUFF;

Right off the bat. Gareth is 18 here. Everyone is of age. Just so everybody is clear on this. Also, also. The upside down + deaths and monsters do not exist here. This is mere slice of life stuff, so if you're into that, great.

Jeff was starting to doze off on the sofa and Grant had given up an hour before, the two teen males competing in a snoring competition. Eddie was in and out of sleep, every now and then something on the television would bring him back around and he’d jump ever so slightly, rubbing his eyes. Glancing over at the sleeping bag you and Gareth were sharing and trying not to laugh quietly or do anything to disturb the moment before ultimately dozing back off again because the movie playing is only interesting in small five minute intervals.

You gaze around the living room and realize that everyone else is asleep but you and Gareth. And it makes sense somehow, because you’ve figured out weeks ago -after you felt comfortable enough to give him your number, that his mind isn’t so good at shutting off either. After another jumpscare has you rolling onto your side to face him again, you yawn and burrow down into the sleeping bag just a little better. When you raise a hand to cradle it against the side of his face, it’s cautious. Careful because you don’t want to do too much and you’re still not sure what’s going to happen.

Sure, he kissed you and you kissed back, but you’re not nearly confident enough to assume that everything is fine and things will immediately change and you are now official. It’s just not that simple for you.

You go to pull your hand away but Gareth’s hand settles over the top of yours, holding it there. He’s doing it again, staring at your lips so intent that you can feel them start to tingle all over again and at the sensation, you’re leaning your face in towards his, heart racing but not nearly as fast as it was the first time around. You pause and he swallows hard. “Is..” you mumble, trailing off with the scent of gummy worms and Dr. Pepper on your breath lingering in the space between your mouths. Gareth licks his lips and mumbles a husky, “Yeah? What’s up, bunny. C’mon, just say it.” and you swallow hard this time, taking a shaky breath. “Is it okay if I.. Can I kiss you?”

He raises a hand to smooth hair out of your face and his fingers drag over your cheek as he stares at you. Awed because you want to kiss him again, really. He really hadn’t given much thought to anything beyond that first kiss because honestly, in the back of his mind, he assumed it probably wouldn’t get that far. He moves you a lot closer because you pulled back completely when you froze halfway to his mouth as if you were kind of having a bit of internal panic and moving you closer is the only way he knows to clue you in to the fact that he wants you as close as he can get you with no room for doubt. Your quiet little intake of breath when you’re pressed against him only makes the dull ache in his cock a little bit worse, but for the moment, his focus is you. This. Convincing you -or starting to try to convince you, that he’s not going anywhere and you have him entirely.

He’s the one inching his mouth closer to your mouth and the warmth of his breath tickles you. The warmth of his body heat engulfs you and it feels nice. Comforting, even. “You don’t have t’ ask to kiss me, bunny.” he mumbles as his lips brush yours clumsily, “Just do it. I want you to, alright?”

You manage a nod and he moves around a little, trying to arrange you both so that you’re both comfortable. Because there’s no way in hell he’s chancing Munson’s living room floor with the sleeping bag spread over you both as a blanket and he’s sure as shit not going back to crash in Eddie’s bed because he’s seen that mattress and no. Just no. There’s absolutely no fucking way.

After a little wiggling and squirming, during all of which Gareth feels like any second you’ll rock your ass back against him or touch him just right and he’ll absolutely want to die when he creams himself because he’s dangerously close to it now, but you finally wind up draped partially on top of him with one of his arms around you and your head on his chest. You give him this cute little smile with reddened cheeks he can just faintly make out in the dim glow of the television set and you’re staring at his lips intently. Licking your own as you do it. Your mouth is getting closer and closer by the second. His hands dig into your lower back and he bites back a groan when your lips brush against his clumsily to give him this cute little peck.

But it’s not enough for him. And he wants you to know that it’s okay to really kiss him, that he wants you to. Everything is still kind of sorting itself out between the two of you. There’s this gentle and clumsy awkwardness there that has to be worked through, the two of you feeling each other out like you have been since the kiss earlier.

He grips your chin and pulls your mouth back against his, lips latching against your bottom one. Teeth tugging as his hands move up and down your back gently. You relax and melt into the kiss, your mouth falling open and this is when Gareth deepens it. By the time he has to breathe again, you’re almost literally seeing stars and you’re both panting for your next breath. “It’s okay. You can kiss me whenever you want.” he repeats quietly, stroking your cheek as he holds your face in his hands. “I meant it, bunny. I want you to.”

“O-okay. I’m sorry, I’m just… I’m not used to any of this, Gareth.” you admit quietly, frowning a little. Wondering if your lack of experience when it comes to relationships is going to be a problem that will make him annoyed sooner or later. The guy you dated last year, the one that really hurt you… He was the first guy you ever really tried to let in closer. After everything happened at your old school, you kind of just shut down. Until your arrival in Hawkins. Until Gareth, you think to yourself, but you try to shove it down because it’s too soon and you’re still so very anxious, afraid of what could very well happen again. Even though on the deepest level within yourself, you trust him. You can feel that he’d never intentionally hurt you but the habit and your defenses are just so hard to break through most of the time.

He chuckles quietly and nods, leaning up and pulling you down so your face is closer to his own, kissing your forehead. “I know. It’s okay, baby. ‘S all gonna be okay, bunny. I promise.”

– ( next morning )

The first thing he realizes when he wakes up is that you fell asleep partially on top of him and at some point during the night, your tank top and shorts rode up and his hand wound up on your ass. You’re still asleep but the sunlight streaming in through the window above where you chose to lie the night before might be about to change that and Gareth has a good split-second to panic himself before your eyes start to flutter open. You give him this cute little sleepy smile and your head settles between his neck and shoulders as you yawn and complain that one, it’s too early and two, the sun is too bright and you’re buying Mr. Munson some fucking curtains. Gareth chuckles quietly and forgetfully, his thumb drags over lace.

The whine slips out before you can stop it and he’s blushing, sheepish and apologetic, quick to move his hand up to rest on your lower back instead. Your breath tickles his ear when you mumble quietly, “It’s okay.” and it feels like he might choke on his tongue but he manages to play it cool and nod instead. Eddie and Jeff are starting to wake up and Eddie, upon seeing that Grant is still sleeping, raises his pillow and brings it down on Grant’s head, laughing. “Wake up sleeping beauty.” he drawls, making Grant mumble something and attempt to shove his head beneath the pillow he’d brought along while waving an arm back, “‘M gonna punch you in the cock, Munson, fuckin hell.”

Jeff’s about to die laughing. When he glances over at Gareth, he gives him a smirk and rubs his chin thoughtfully. “Hey, look.” he says it loudly enough to draw Eddie’s attention which makes Gareth roll his eyes and grumble under his breath as Jeff says it, “The lovers are awake.”

“You two gonna get a room anytime soon?” Eddie taunts, Gareth holding up his middle finger as he blushes and stares up at him. “Ignore him, bunny. He’s a jealous asshole. And as soon as I decide I wanna move, I’m gonna kick his ass.”

“Right. Because you did it last time.” Eddie taunts, hinting at the last time the two wound up wrestling in the middle of the Emerson’s living room floor over the last can of soda. Gareth flips him off again and you laugh. Blushing bright red but not willing at all to remove yourself from the warmth of Gareth’s body. You do glance back and stick your tongue out at the other three boys. “They really are jealous, I think.” you taunt, making Gareth laugh.

“We practicin for Battle of the Bands at your place today, Emerson? Your girl can come too.. Watch you in action.” Jeff is teasing his friend because he knows that if you’re there, Gareth will be an actual mess. Gareth gazes up at you. “Do you wanna come to watch?”

You pretend to think it over and laughing, you nod. “You know the answer already.”

Gareth grins and squeezes you a little. “Just kind of feels like this whole thing is a dream.”

You nod in agreement and smile, leaning down to whisper, “If it is, it’s a good one and I dunno that I wanna wake up.”

This only makes him smile even more, pressing a kiss to the bridge of your nose. “As much as I don’t wanna, we need t’ get up I guess.”

You pout a little, but you wiggle out from beneath the sleeping bag, stretching as you stand, then offering your hand out to him. He grabs hold and lets you think you pulled him up when he stands.

#gareth emerson #gareth the great #gareth emerson imagine #gareth emerson fanfiction #gareth emerson x reader #gareth emerson x fem!reader

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tharkilm · 1 year

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Which of your guys are doms?

Which guys r subs?

Which guys r switches?

I mean this spicy (nsfw)

Okay, I could have made this short and simple since I don't want to write long answers when there's more than four characters mentioned, but we might as well get this done and over with. It would have been a hassle to have it spaced out between several asks anyways...

NSFW under the cut. ♡

Dominants

Orion just has a massive thing for you being so small compared to him, so seeing you beneath him, vulnerable, spread open… It makes his blood boil with excitement. If you’ll allow it, then he’ll manhandle you a bit, lift you up every now and again to play. The fact that just a single phalange can make you whine with need… He needs to take a breath to collect himself. It wouldn’t do with losing control. You need to be good and wet before he’ll have his way with you, after all.

Lantana isn’t very sexually active, but he prefers to be the one in control, and he, too, has a thing for you being so small compared to him. He likes it when you sit on his lap, squirming, flushed, panting hard… The fact that he can easily keep your hips still with his hands is exhilarating, though he really likes it when you cling to his neck and whine into his skull. He always needs to catch a deep breath to compose himself when that happens.

Blue might be smaller than you, and he might be seen as “cute”, but this man is feral, and the intense energy he displays in the bedroom is enough to make you tired for days. Even out in public, if he gives you that look, that ‘I will have my way with you when we return home’ stare, then you know you’ll be sore for the remainder of the evening. He will take good care of you, though.

Peony could be put in as a switch, as he doesn’t really mind being at the bottom from time to time, but he truly is such a people pleaser, and he just wants to see you unravel in pleasure before him. It gets him off seeing you writhing and releasing your voice like that, and to have the honour of touching your skin… Ah, the image makes him feel pleasantly warm. Continue to ride his fingers, pretty swan. He likes the way your hips roll like that.

Reaper is a massive flirt who occasionally barks more than he bites, but he can be sultry and downright possessive at times, and even though he may spread himself out for you to play with, he often prefers to hover over you; have you under his watchful sockets as he shamelessly admires your naked body. You’ll notice that he’s somewhat different when you’re together like this, with you being so vulnerable. There’s a certain tremble in his hands, and they rarely leave your body, as though he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets you go. You have no idea how far he’ll go to keep you safe; with him.

Submissive

Lilac could technically be a switch, but he honestly prefers being the one taken care of. He just wants to be gone in a blissful haze, to have your hands gently trail soft touches over his skull and cheeks, to have you tell him how good he’s been, how wonderful he feels, how wet he is, or how warm he is inside of you. Truly, the only time you’ll know that he’s properly enjoying himself is when he’s putty in your hands, for when he tops, then you know his mind isn’t fully in the right place.

Stretch isn’t really a super sexual guy. His libido is low, there’s too much work and too much sweat that comes with sex, and so he’s too lazy to do much if you first get him to bed. Sure, he may participate by having his hands on your hips and jerking his hips upwards, but unless you really get him hot and bothered, then he’ll practically just be a pillow princess. Besides, he likes the view from down here. You don’t really know how beautiful you are in this position, do you? He’d love to watch you like this forever.

Switches

Charm doesn’t care whether he’s on top, on the bottom, the one pinning you to the wall, or the one being pinned—all that matters to him, is that you both have as much fun and receive as much pleasure as possible. He truly doesn’t lean either way, he likes them both, they have equal amounts of benefits after all! That being said, if you’re the one taking the lead, then the best way to make him putty in your hands is to be as romantic and slow as possible. He loves—no, adores it when you’re treating him as though he’s made of glass, touching gently, yet persistently.

Garnet likes it rough. Either he has you screaming in ecstasy, or you have him drooling with need as you deny him yet another orgasm. He can form whatever it is you want of him, and he’ll teach you commands that make it clear what you want that day, whether it be him tied up, or you receive his downright cruel hands sometimes (in a pleasurable sense). Still, he isn’t incapable of being gentle in the bedroom. If you want him to be slow and soft, then he’d gladly be that, too. If you are the one treating him gently, then he might start behaving a little oddly, though have no fear, he’s just not used to it; yet.

Dream is the type of lover who’ll be influenced by the amount of positivity he’s recently received. If he’s somewhat tired after finding too little positivity, then he’s shy and easily pushed down; eager to please you with his small, but soft and delicate body. However, if he’s had his fill, then you can expect him to treat you like the exquisite fruit you are, and he’ll gently move you to his desired position; beneath him. Being small and delicate doesn’t mean he cannot take the lead and be dominant in bed. You shouldn’t underestimate his pretty face. He’ll make you scream so that the whole multiverse will know to whom you belong.

Nightmare might be the King, but you are his Queen, and for that sole reason he will occasionally let you be the one in control. Now, this isn’t something he’ll give out willingly. You’ll have to fight him for it, not a real fight, mind you, but a play on touch, on words, on seduction and longing gazes. If you can make him flush that pretty cyan magic of his, then you’ve won. On any other day he’ll manipulate your body with his tentacles and have his way with you; making you sing and call his name, but on the nights when you’ve put him beneath you, then he’ll try and keep his voice silent, try and not whimper as you make him feel oh so good. Keep going, you’ll have him begging in no time.

Error started out as the one who absolutely had to be always in control during sexy hours. You were not allowed to touch him, at all, or else he’d crash and then the evening would have been ruined. Now? Oh, now that he’s used to your hand against his bones, he’s willing to let you take the reins; sometimes. Often, he’ll still want to top, but be a little persuasive and butter him up with praises and compliments, and soon he’ll be a moaning mess who’ll beg you to touch him.

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Eclipse: Chapter 12

Fandom: Trials of Apollo Rating: Teen Genre: Family/Adventure Characters: Apollo, Hades Bye bye, Asclepius... Apologies to those of you who wanted more of him in this awkward dynamic, but as necessary as he was for the plot, it would make the slow burn between Apollo and Hades even slower - and it's already glacial! - so something had to go... I have a discord server for all my fics, including this one! If you wanna chat with me or with other readers about stuff I write (or just be social in general), hop on over and say hi! <<Chapter 11

APOLLO XII

Ascent up a cliff Monsters up high and down low Go, Asclepius

Tartarus was a prison. It was not supposed to be something that could be escaped, although the hordes of monsters that broke out daily to terrorise demigods were clearly overlooked by the denizen, and it was with that knowledge plaguing the back of his mind that Apollo gripped his bow tightly as Asclepius’ hands found narrow ledges to grip and he began to pull himself up.

The last time he’d left Tartarus… Well, Apollo didn’t actually know how he’d done it. His awareness had ended as his form started to resolidify over the lip of Chaos and restarted in the safety of his twin’s palace on Olympus. He could only assume that he’d somehow been granted the strength to transport himself out, a literal ascension from the deepest depths of hell straight to the land of the gods as his status restored, but he did not know for certain, and when the time came for he and Hades to leave, Bob’s status confirmed and potentially in their company, he would have to find a way to repeat the feat.

It was not a feat his son could replicate. As impressive as Asclepius was, he was not an Olympian god and would never be a match for the power of one. He was not even at full strength, despite Apollo’s attempts at bolstering him, thanks to Tartarus’ steady drain and Orion’s active, relentless hunt. Battling his way through the exit used by the monsters straight to the Overworld had always been out of the question – Asclepius was not a warrior, and appearing in the Overworld would get Zeus’ attention immediately – but this other exit seemed just as gruelling in its own way.

Gold dripped down as Asclepius hauled himself up, looking more mortal than godly as his limbs trembled and strained. Tartarus would not let him out without a fight, and the cliff was formidable and unforgiving as it slashed into Apollo’s son’s hands on every handhold. But while Asclepius was not an Olympian, he was still a god, still a healing god, and a faint white-gold glow shimmered into existence around his hands and feet. Apollo could feel the healing aura from where he stood, slowly tilting his head further and further back as his son continued his torturous ascent.

Hesiod had said it took nine days to fall to Tartarus. Apollo had no idea how many it would take to climb out. Many, many days, no doubt, in a task that was daunting even for a god, but gods were not so easily defeated.

Most gods shied away from things like hard work, choosing to coast along on their natural prowess rather than put effort into things. They liked to enjoy themselves and their existence, and for many of them, that meant lazing around as they oversaw their domains.

Apollo had never been one to sit back and laze around – sure, a break was nice every now and again, but doing nothing was boring and he’d much rather spend the time shooting, composing, learning, or taking an active role in any of his domains. His times mortal had also pushed him into having to work hard – building the walls of Troy had not been a walk in the park without his godly strength to aid him, and the entire experience as Lester had been nothing but trial after trial, pushing him past limits he hadn’t know he could pass.

Asclepius, though, had been born mortal. He’d always had to work for things; the reason he was the superior healer despite being the weaker god was purely down to his work ethic, the way he’d pushed and pushed and pushed in his desire to be able to help as many people as possible, surpassing Apollo through a sheer single-mindedness that only a mortal-born could ever hope to achieve. Creating the Physician’s Cure had not been an easy thing, either, and while Apollo had helped him with that, when asked, the brain power and persistence had been mostly from his son.

It was a trait he saw in his children more often than he admitted to anyone, a trait that he always insisted they’d inherited from their mortal parents rather than him – persistence, and an inability to give up. No matter the trial, his children never seemed capable of giving up, of walking away and saying, “I can’t do that”. For more than a few of them, it had developed into their fatal flaw, their cause of death as they kept pushing long past the time they should have stopped.

He admired and feared it in equal measure.

Right then, he admired it, and drew comfort from the knowledge, because it meant that Asclepius would make the climb. He would not fall, and even if he did, he would try again. And again. And again. As many times as it took until he was out, until he was safe, because it was something that had to be done, and Asclepius had never shied away from that.

It was difficult to tell how far up his son had managed to get; Apollo’s eyesight was keen and he could still make out every detail of Asclepius – the grimace of his lips as the cliff tore open his form anew, the determination in his brow as he pulled himself up despite the pain, the bright glow shimmering around the constantly opening and closing wounds – but the scale up of the cliffs of the Pit defied even a god’s comprehension.

Asclepius was high, but he had not yet reached the miasma of thick clouds that obscured the roof of the humungous cavern, not to mention the true start of the chute-like entrance he would need to climb out of in order to reach the Underworld safely.

His glow was increasing, too; it was no longer merely about his hands and feet, but the faintest lines of light were beginning to crisscross his skin, gleaming pale but gradually strengthening the higher he got. It wasn’t dissimilar to the bright gold Apollo recalled webbing into his form as he, impossibly, pulled himself up from Chaos, reversing the unravelling of the Progenitor, and he hoped it meant the same thing. Asclepius had not lost his divinity, had not been reverted to a mere mortal once more, but he had been pushed far, far from the domains from which he drew his power – domains he was now, slowly, edging his way towards again.

Part of him was surprised that Hades had allowed him to linger and watch his son’s ascent; he had thought that his uncle, clearly still antagonistic towards Asclepius even if he had agreed to free him from Tartarus itself, would have insisted on pushing on with their quest once Asclepius had begun his ascent. There was no benefit to the older god for them to be standing here, at the base of the exit to the Underworld, watching a younger, weaker god scramble his way arduously up (well, Apollo was watching, couldn’t not watch. Hades had turned his back the moment Asclepius’ ascent began and had not so much as glanced over his shoulder since), but Apollo was grateful for it.

He would not be able to see Asclepius all the way to the top – even his sight was not keen enough for that and could not pierce the miasma above them – but to be able to see him even part of the way up, to see that while it was a trial there were no signs that it was one his son would fail, was a great reassurance.

But Tartarus was a prison.

And Tartarus did not let its inmates leave so easily.

Apollo did not know what the flying beast was; it looked not too dissimilar to one of the Erinyes, although if it was it was not one of the Three, but another he had never known existed. That did not matter when he saw it swoop towards where Asclepius clung to the cliff, a beacon of pale light in the distant haze of the lowest reaches of the miasma, and did not stop to think any further.

With a single intent, an arrow was nocked, the fletching brushing his cheek with the lightest of kisses as his longbow reached full draw, and he let fly.

Apollo was the god of archery. He never missed.

It struck where the heart of the creature ought to have been, and a piercing cry would have rattled his eardrums were he still mortal, but while its flight faltered, it did not fall, and so he sent another.

And another.

His barrage was relentless as it swooped down on his son, claws outstretched and tearing at his chiton, his back, his skin.

Ichor poured down, but Asclepius hung on tightly and Apollo kept shooting, aiming at the muscles of the wings when fatal shots clearly weren’t working. If he couldn’t kill it, he could still down it, stop it from tearing his son apart and pulling him back down to the floor of the Pit.

His quiver, once bristling with as many arrows as it could hold, depleted down to a single arrow, and then none, forcing Apollo to slow as he had to summon each one independently – he really needed to store and carry more arrows somehow – but he kept going, kept shooting and turning the thing assaulting his son into a pincushion full of arrows

One of Asclepius’ hands lost its grip, palm slick with gold, and his whole form lurched downwards, feet scrambling to take the sudden increase in weight, and Apollo’s heart leapt up into his mouth as his son scrabbled at the cliff face desperately. The Erinys-like creature swooped in again, golden ichor falling like rain, and Apollo nocked another arrow.

It hit the creature just as it reached to pluck Asclepius from the cliff, slamming into the meat of the wing’s shoulder, and with a bone-shattering scream it lost its rhythm and crashed straight into the cliff face itself before tumbling down.

Down.

Apollo lunged forwards as it screeched and flapped tattered wings desperately but failed to catch itself. He still didn’t know for certain what creature it was – a child of Nyx, perhaps a forgotten Erinys – but that didn’t matter. It had attacked his son and that was a crime Apollo would not forgive. Hands reaching forward, grasping, he tore one wing away entirely as, with a roar of fury, he flashed, a miniature sun down where the sun had never before shone.

It didn’t even have time to screech one final time before it exploded into a shower of dust.

Above him, Asclepius flailed for the cliff again and latched onto it, clinging to it like his life depended on it. His injuries were gone, his glow a little bit brighter, and Apollo watched as he took a moment to pause, to breathe through the adrenaline, before he reached for the next handhold and continued to claw his way up the cliff.

The sound of a blade whistling behind him had him shifting part of his attention to his periphery, another arrow materialising in his hand, ready to be nocked and fired at the next threat.

He almost dropped it at the sight of Hades standing behind him, still facing away from the cliff and Asclepius but cutting swathes through an approaching horde of monsters. Nothing that Apollo could see was powerful, but they were numerous, crashing against the might of Hades like the onslaught of a never-ending waterfall.

Hades, of course, was near enough unaffected. He was one of the most powerful gods for a reason, and no rabble of regular monsters was going to even ruffle his shadow, no matter how many of them there were. He hadn’t called Apollo to assist him because he didn’t need help to handle things, but it still struck him as odd that he hadn’t even alerted him.

There was no doubt that this sudden army was because of Asclepius’ departure – the timing could be for nothing else – and while Hades had permitted his son to leave, it was Apollo who had insisted on it, and so Apollo’s fault, not that he regretted it in the slightest. With that in mind, it was a surprise that Hades had chosen to fight rather than leave it all to Apollo.

Apollo was no Big Three, but even he was enough to deal with this wave of attack alone (there was no Orion, no bane to face, in this rabble).

He let his arrow fly and it skewered through several monsters at once, exploding them all into dust near-simultaneously. Hades didn’t need his help, but it felt wrong to not do anything as they approached.

The glare his uncle sent him over his shoulder, the first time he’d looked back since Asclepius had begun his ascent, made him pause.

“Don’t waste your arrows,” Hades told him sternly, sending a sweep of darkness out with the next swing of his sword and dematerialising several more monsters without even looking at them. “I do not need assistance dealing with this. Refill your quiver and watch the skies.”

It still felt wrong to stand back and do nothing while Hades fought – while Asclepius climbed, drips of ichor staining the wall as it continued to bite into his skin – but his uncle was right; he was the archer, the ranged fighter.

And his quiver was empty.

He stepped back, giving Hades the space to fight unimpeded as he focused on his quiver, summoning as many arrows as could fit while his vision filled with the dust of dying monsters, raising up thicker and thicker until it seemed like they would meld with the clouds of miasma above them.

Not many of the monsters had wings, or seemed to think to use them, but it was almost a relief when some did take to the skies, wheeling around and attempting to get past Hades that way, even though it meant they were targeting Asclepius, who himself was getting closer and closer to the thick crimson haze above them.

Hades didn’t even bother to try stopping anything that flew past him, but Apollo’s bow was ready and nothing was of the calibre of the first attack. A single arrow was enough to vaporise anything that tried to get near his son – sometimes they lined up conveniently enough that Apollo could take out multiple with a single arrow, and sometimes they didn’t so he simply nocked several arrows at once to take out several in a single barrage.

It was a strange feeling, fighting alongside another god. Barring Artemis, of course, and memorable occasions like the horrific Typhon fight that had needed all Olympian hands on deck, Apollo tended to fight alone. His brethren didn’t assist him, and that was fine because they never wanted his assistance, either. The ease with which he fell into sync with Hades, the older god handling the melee and ground-based opponents while Apollo focused on taking down the arial threats, was weird.

Foreign.

It felt more like when he’d been Lester, fighting alongside Meg, his children, Nico and the other demigods. When he wasn’t alone, when he had someone else he could trust – when someone else trusted him.

Admittedly, Hades knew he was fighting to protect his son, that after the fuss he’d kicked up about Asclepius’ punishment he wouldn’t let anything stop his son leaving Tartarus once and for all, so it was a simple matter for Hades to leave the last line of defence to him considering the situation.

It still felt strange to face his uncle’s back and see with his own eyes that Hades never once glanced back to check what he was or wasn’t doing.

Instead, Stygian Iron flashed, a dark purple line of obliteration as monster after monster fell to the blade, not one managing to even touch the god of the dead before their existence ceased to be. Apollo’s bow sung in harmony, the string humming fiercely as it sent arrow after arrow into anything that dared fly past the line his uncle had metaphorically drawn in the glass shards beneath their feet.

Despite the battle – one-sided slaughter, really – Apollo still kept a large portion of his attention on his son as Asclepius kept scrambling up, so he noticed the instant the younger god reached where the miasma thickened into visible clouds, a glowing spec of white-gold in amongst the sea of crimson.

The monsters seemed to notice, too, throwing themselves all the more viciously – desperately – at Hades and his promise of oblivion. Larger winged things threw themselves into the sky, but they still weren’t like the first thing and Apollo downed them all long before they got in striking range of his son.

The bright speck that was his son gradually faded, the miasma concealing him from even Apollo’s keen eyes, and by the time he’d brought down another dozen or so of the winged beasts, it was smothered entirely.

No, not smothered. Smothered implied suffering, even death. Concealed, that was a better word for it. Asclepius was concealed, not just from his sight, but from the monsters’, from things down at the bottom of the Pit that had no chance of getting so high no matter how hard they tried.

It didn’t actually signify safety; Apollo knew that, knew that Asclepius’ climb was only just beginning, but he reasoned that with him concealed from the monsters and getting ever-closer to Apollo’s own domains, which were desperately reaching down as far as they could get by virtue of Apollo himself being down in the Pit, let alone the discovery of one of his children down there, the higher he got, the easier the climb would be.

He shot down one last monster making a desperate flight for the miasma and watched as it disintegrated into dust. On the ground, Hades despatched the last of the monsters that pressed forwards and sheathed his sword as the rest turned tail and fled, apparently aware that unless he fell – and Asclepius was powerful enough that he should not – their prey was out of their reach forever, and continuing the assault against Hades would be nothing short of meaningless suicide.

Part of Apollo wanted to stay where he was, to make sure Asclepius made it all the way out with no setbacks, but he knew he couldn’t – his son had passed from his sight and time was not trackable in the Pit. He would be standing there forever, never knowing if Asclepius was still climbing or if he had made it long, long ago. And if his son fell, Apollo had already proven he could sense him across Tartarus. He would return to his son’s side immediately.

He made sure his quiver was fully stocked once more, arrows materialising until it bristled with feathers jostling against each other, and approached Hades.

“Thank you,” he said, because he couldn’t not thank his uncle for helping defend Asclepius, despite Hades’ own less than charitable feelings towards his son.

The older god made a dismissive noise. “Thank me by focusing on the reason we’re down here and not getting distracted by any other side missions,” he said. “Come.”

Without a backwards glance, Hades strode forwards, away from the cliff stained with ichor from Asclepius’ hands and feet. Apollo spared it one last look, one last silent hope that his son would manage the rest of the climb and reach the relative safety of the Underworld in one piece, before following.

He might not know the geography of Tartarus as well as Hades, but his memory was flawless and he immediately realised that Hades was striking out in a different direction to the last time.

“Why are we going a different way?” he asked, catching up with his uncle and keeping in step beside him. “Did something happen on the route?”

“I should be asking you that,” Hades returned, black flaming eyes flickering over to him and clearly looking at him. Apollo felt his eyes land on his neck, where Orion had torn a chunk of his form away, and resisted the urge to cover it with his hand. It was healed, Orion had lost their last encounter and ended up tangled in his own bowstring, and Hades did not need to know how much Apollo had struggled on his so-called ‘side mission’ to save his son.

Thankfully, Hades didn’t press him for answers, not even leaving him time to answer before continuing to talk.

“Your crossing of the river was pathetic,” his uncle told him, clearly not interested in softening the blow to his pride. “Jumping over it like a frightened rabbit like your son is not appropriate for a god of your calibre, and increasing in size is not wise in this place. We are trying not to bring attention to ourselves, as foreign a concept as that is to you, I’m sure.”

“I can be inconspicuous!” Apollo protested, and Hades snorted.

“I do not think that word means what you think it means,” he said. “Regardless,” he continued over Apollo’s outraged gape – he was the god of knowledge and poetry, of course he knew what words meant! – “while longer, this route will bring us across the rivers at their narrower points.”

Rivers.

Intellectually, Apollo knew about the five Underworld rivers which emptied out into Tartarus, but having only been faced with the Phlegethon so far, he hadn’t stopped to consider the others – or, specifically, one in particular.

Had Styx really let him off the hook for his myriad of rashly made and subsequently broken oaths? She hadn’t destroyed him when she had the chance, but it was very unlike her to allow bygones to be bygones like that. He could understand why she would impress upon him the importance of not making further rash oaths, but she had sworn to take payment when he had been out of his mind during the supplication of Trophonius’ oracle and so far, Apollo did not feel as though she had taken said payment.

His oath to Will sat heavily in the back of his mind, his first oath since re-ascension – and so soon after re-ascension. It was one he meant with every inch of his essence, one he would fight to keep, but what would Styx think of the fact that he had made another oath on her already? Would she approve, or call it rash and take it to mean that he hadn’t learned the lesson she’d tried to impress upon him at the edge of Chaos after all?

Apollo could admit that he was not looking forwards to crossing the river Styx, should it lay in their path.

“You know better than I,” he admitted out loud, and tried to stay serious and not at all like he was probing nervously as he asked, “which rivers will we need to cross to reach the prison?”

If Hades thought anything was strange about his asking, he gave no sign of it. “Between us and the prison lay four rivers,” he replied. “The first, as you’ve already seen, is the Phlegethon. After that follows the Cocytus, and then the Styx. Finally, the Lethe passes along the cliffs above the prison.”

Was it Apollo’s imagination, or had Hades paused slightly after naming the Styx?

How much did his uncle know of his latest mortal trials, anyway? He had not been in the throne room when Apollo had had his vision about his brethren watching – and betting on! – his time as Lester, and he wasn’t entirely certain the Underworld had a subscription to Hephaestus TV, either.

No, Apollo decided. It was likely that his uncle had been too busy running the Underworld to bother keeping up with his mortal grievances. He couldn’t possibly know about the potential strain in his relationship with Styx.

“Where does the Acheron run?” he asked, noting the one river absent from their route. It was not a river he was particularly grieved to be missing – he had suffered plenty of pain recently without a river god adding to it – but its absence from the vicinity of the prison seemed strange.

“In the deepest depths of Tartarus,” Hades said, and this time Apollo knew he was not imagining the pause. The way dark eyes flickered over to him accentuated it. “It flows close to the edge of Chaos.”

Ah.

Right.

Apollo had to fight the human urge to swallow nervously. “Not a place on my list of places to visit,” he forced himself to say lightly, as though he didn’t know that the one part of his trials Hades knew about was his battle with Python on that very edge of Tartarus. How close had they been to the river?

He decided he didn’t want to know. It made no difference, regardless.

“I suspected as such,” Hades observed; there was no pity in his voice, but it was not devoid of all emotion, either. Understanding danced along the edge of his tone; he knew why Apollo never wanted to return there, and if Apollo was reading his uncle correctly, it was not a place he was keen on visiting, either.

On that, at least, it appeared they were in full agreement.

True to Hades’ word, when they approached the Phlegethon (again; the river god must be furious at how many times Apollo had crossed it back and forth by now), its banks were far closer together than Apollo had seen before. That was not to say the river itself was any less vicious – if anything, it seemed more so, violent as it forced its way through the ravine – but it was passable with a brief increase in size and a simple step across.

That did not stop the flames from lashing out and coating his calves with gold which dripped down until Apollo’s healing sealed it shut and he willed his appearance clean and free of discriminatory ichor, however.

Hades passed through the flames completely unaffected, just as he had before, visually perfect as Apollo settled back into step beside him.

This far up the slope, the glass was downright vicious as they walked across it. Sharper and more jagged than ever, small specks of gold began to mark the way they’d travelled as ichor succeeded in occasionally leaving the wounds before godly healing sealed them shut again.

The idea that they were leaving a visible, tangible, trail, put Apollo on edge.

Orion was defeated, he reminded himself. All trussed up with his own bowstring and left somewhere far, far deeper down into Tartarus, where Apollo had no intentions of returning.

Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling of trepidation as he and Hades continued to trek across the uppermost reaches of the Pit’s floor, leaving the tiniest spots of gold in their wake.

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I absolutely adored your previous request!!! If possible, I'd like to request a continuation of that scenario with more in-depth details! I wodner whether Alastor actually has any feelings for his sibling or whether it's purely his possessiveness and manipulation flaring up...

Of course! Thank you for the request! I hope this will be a satisfying continuation for you ^^

Character: Alastor Catesby Word Count: 1872 Scenario: Alastor with a sibling he was close to in his childhood PT 2 Warnings: Incest

Alastor

Alastor's feelings towards you are nothing if not messy.

They're fuelled by a myriad of toxic emotions and even worse, actual affection.

If Al could simply detach himself from the deeper emotions he feels for you, then he likely wouldn't feel the need to keep you bound to him in the first place. It's a complicated mix of feelings that's definitely not aided by the fact that he can never quite be forthright with confronting them. As always, he just expects them to work themselves out, and expects you to somehow guess at how he's feeling well enough to please him.

The relationship between the two of you probably hasn't faired extremely well throughout the years. Al constantly titters on the edge of being disowned, and if not for Orion's efforts to placate your parents, and your (intended or unintended) distractions, he likely would've found himself on the streets by now. As you are the sibling that's always been closest to Al, and evidently not the eldest child of the family with as many burdens on your shoulders, it's you who has to deal with the barely hidden disapproval from your parents when Al's behaviour isn't corrected. He's your brother, not your child, so it hardly seems fair that you get blamed alongside him.

So when this bitterness predictably rises to the surface, threatening the convenient relationship Al is perfectly content with, he doesn’t exactly react well. It was exactly that that led him to take more drastic measures in forcing you to stay with him. When his attempts at ignoring your complaints don’t work (you’ve always chastised him in one way another, but so has his whole family, and you always fold to him eventually and let him do as he pleases) he realises he needs to do more to keep you under his thumb. He hates when things don’t go his way, but this is an issue he’s entirely certain he can solve with his usual tactics. Even if he is your brother.

The slope down into degeneracy of sleeping with your own brother was slow at first. The first time it'd happened, you'd felt awful for weeks afterwards. Your parents had always instilled noble ideals into you, and that included chastity. It was something you and all your siblings (apart from Alastor) had followed into your teenage years, never to be tempted by something so filthy and unbecoming. Sex was for procreation only, and only with a marriage partner, so what would you dear and noble parents think if they knew that your first time had been not with your lawfully wedded spouse, but your own brother.

It had been a mess of coercion, lust and alcohol. Enough alcohol that you can say you weren't entirely in control of your actions, but clearly not enough to forget how they'd felt at the time nor stop yourself from going along with them. Al had encouraged you to drink more and more all evening, switching between numerous topics—namely, family, work, your responsibilities—to tempt you to take more and more sips of the whiskey he'd provided. Life sure was stressful as of late, wasn't it?

He'd enjoyed watching you become more and more tipsy as the evening progressed, then mildly inebriated, then just flat out drunk. He'd been drinking too, but clearly he could hold his liquor more than you, having far more practise. Drinking around Al of all people never seemed like a good idea considering how mischievous he was, but it was an activity you did often (often meaning it was almost always at Al's insistence) and so that night, much to his pleasure, you’d not refused when he visited your chambers with a bottle and two glasses in hand, eager to spend the evening with you. Even if you’d been angry at him as of late, you’d still given him your company. So nice of you.

Only when Al started cosying up to you did things become suddenly awkward. You told him so. This was uncomfortable—does he have to sit so close? There's plenty of room for him to not be practically sat on your lap. He brushed it off by laughing at you. Stop being such a prude all the time. The way his hands were touching you, the way his body pressed against yours... his actions were purposefully subtle, that way he could and would blame you for what proceeded to happen after the fact, but they were just enough that they gleamed a reaction out of you anyway. An uncomfortable reaction he could tell you didn’t exactly want, yet neither could you deny.

He insisted this wasn't something you had to be ashamed of. No, this was just your body's natural reaction to such stimulus. Why deny how you feel? You must be so worked up... Al offered to oh-so-benevolently relieve you of your stress and before you could even think to refuse, he was already—quite literally—taking matters into his own hands. One thing led to another, and you were being swept along in his touch, his mouth, his body. He didn't leave you much choice in the matter, groping and touching and staking his claim over you. It was like he was trying to devour you whole.

Yet, as soon as you reciprocated in the slightest, he all but bowed to your will. He'd worked you up till this point, building up this tension little by little, until he knew you were in too deep to go back. He prefers taking control, but just this once, he’d let you do whatever you wanted to him. You could take him however you wanted. It was your first time after all, shouldn’t it be enjoyable for you? Demeaning himself and letting others take control wasn’t something he was unfamiliar with, and though he usually looked down on partners of his that pathetically wanted to dominate him (as if they actually had any power over him) with you, his amusement was more akin to excitement. He revelled in the way you crumbled at his touch and took control. This was an achievement. Getting you to want him.

He wondered if you’d even remember everything you did when you woke up the next morning. He wasn’t nearly as drunk as you were, so he could remember every moment, and as fun as it would be to exaggerate the truth of what happened, make you seem more of a degenerate than you actually were, more than that, he wished you’d just remember the true events for yourself. Truth be told, the night you spent together was the most fun he’d had sleeping around in a while. He wanted to share that with you.

Regardless of whether your memory was hazy or not, Al purposefully slept in that morning to ensure that the first thing you’d see when you woke up was him naked, lying right beside you in your own bed, sleeping cosily as if he had no troubles at all.

You distanced yourself after that, and even though that dissatisfied Al, he knew why. It didn’t really matter to him. He knew he could get you back. He knew despite your loyalty to your parents, not even your guilt could bring you to admit what you had done to them. Al simply has a way with both his actions and his words that keeps you stuck with him. He's addicting, purposefully so, reigning you in just enough that cutting him off will feel cruel. You don’t need to feel bad about what you did. He was fine with it—he enjoyed it!

He’s going to wear you down, ignoring your guilt and shame and disgust so he can tempt you more and make you accept that this is simply how things are now. It doesn’t matter what you do, you’ve tasted him once, you’ll do so again.

He'll keep you hooked to him and his body, forcing physical intimacy upon you when you dare to bring too much attention to his problematic behaviour, or invoking the sibling bond you have when he needs you to be close to him emotionally.

He doesn't want to hear about how what he's doing is wrong. You enjoy it anyway, don't you? He knows what he's doing. He has enough experience to see you're enjoying yourself. You've probably always been this messed up, haven't you? Why not just keep going? Unfortunately for you, he is good at what he does, no matter what position he takes during your nights together after the first, and resisting isn't so easy.

And for the most part, that position is one of dominance. He loves having control over you and getting you to submit to him. He loves that you simply need him. You can’t go without him. He wants you to know that too. Wants you to know how much you love this, love him, love when he pleases you like this. Being forced into submission is probably the only way he could engage in less than savoury activities with you anyway with how guilty you acted about the whole thing. Better he be the one to guide you—to dominate you.

Only after you’ve gotten used to your new ‘sibling activities’ will he finally let you take control of him. When you finally get too caught up and reciprocate too eagerly, actively wanting more of what he’s offering, will he once again let you do as you please. It comes as a surprise to Al that he doesn’t entirely mind this. Someone like him who loves his high horse of control and dominance, he was simply fine with you taking the reins instead of him. He even enjoyed it.

He won’t admit it—he can’t—but as much as he’s gotten you to rely on him, trapping you in a cycle of guilt, grief and comfort, he relies on you far more than he’d like. Why was it that he craved affection from you? He loved raw lust and want, but he wanted, even if just occasionally, something gentle from you.

The nights you spend together feel less like fucking and more like love-making at times. Al is a selfish man after no one’s satisfaction but his own, but during those times, he finds himself wanting to please you even if there’s no need, just so he can see the face you’ll make when he does something right. All he can do is tell himself that it makes him feel good too to see you so smitten with him.

Your relationship is completely imperfect, complicated and messy. It has its constant ups and downs with your difference in morals and the naturally immoral nature of your relationship. Family drama never helps either, of course.

Al wants to use you like he uses others, keep you by his side as a constant just so you can be at his disposal whenever he needs whilst he’s still free to have whoever else he wants on the side, but it’s frustratingly difficult to have things that way. To him, there was no need to think of you as anything more than a sibling that he owns, and one that he just so happened to be sleeping with to control. It was a drastic measure, that was all. There’s no need to think of you as anything more—no need to want anything more from you than what he already had. No need at all.

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I posted 1,583 times in 2022

178 posts created (11%)

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I tagged 1,206 of my posts in 2022

Only 24% of my posts had no tags

#other writer's writing - 324 posts

#tag games - 109 posts

#writing problems - 94 posts

#art - 62 posts

#wip: invisible girl - 61 posts

#wip: stars and ships - 52 posts

#thanks for the tag! - 51 posts

#writing advice - 50 posts

#other writer's wips - 39 posts

#find the word tag - 38 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#but something that i've enjoyed so far is taking an old and trashed wip from before and rewriting parts of it--the parts that stuck with me

My Top Posts in 2022:

Last Line Tag

Hi everyone! Sorry I’ve been MIA recently, but I’m in tech week right now for a musical, and there just aren’t enough hours in the day! Managed to throw out a few lines though, so here they are--thanks for the tag, @autie-auden-writes!

“This is a terrible idea,” Quin hissed as they inched along and the crashing noises at their rear grew louder. “We’re going to get stuck and slowly crushed to death in the walls and I am going to be very upset with you.”

“Really,” the mechanic said mildly.

No pressure tags for @dustylovelyrun @stuffaboutwriting @amapofyourstars @did-i-do-this-write @zmwrites @vellichor-virgo @asher-orion-writes and you looking at this, if you want to <3

15 notes - Posted June 26, 2022

Find The Word Tag

I’ve got a nice rest, write, and recuperation day today, so let’s tackle another tag! *Dusts off an old one from the pile* Thank you @sleepyowlwrites for such fun words: meanwhile, near, pressure, quickly. BONUS: release, sneak!

Near: (More joys of being invisible -- this seems to be a theme today)

They scrambled down the ladder, sharing an awkward moment at the bottom, where Paris waited for her to go first, and then Velia hung back uncertainly, and then Paris, who couldn’t see her, tried walking forward and nearly knocked her off the caboose.

“Sorry, sorry,” he breathed, almost laughing in the rain, and then they rushed through the door.

Quickly:

Paris’ gaze softened meaningfully. Velia experimented with leaning into the full weight of that gaze, but quickly decided she didn’t like it; there was too much riding on you when you were looked at. Sighing, she reached in her jacket pocket and pulled out his notebook.

She flipped through them, deciding on the right one. There was a sketch Antonio’s face, something wary in his eyes, bottom lip pulled between his teeth. Suddenly shy, Velia leaned across the car to hand it to Paris.

Release: (Back when they first met, Velia called Paris library boy)

“What happened to you?”

“Oh, this?” Antonio gestured vaguely to his general state, surprisingly unbothered. “It’s chaos out there. Some idiot released livestock in the performance cars. Like I said, chaos. Interrupted this poor chap’s show, had some other chap almost knock me off the train…terrible.”

Velia shot a look at the library boy. Show?

“I’m not sure that was an accident,” the library boy said as Antonio sank into a chair. “It wasn’t even that crowded by the time he shoved you.”

“He fell on me,” Antonio corrected. “Don’t make things so gloomy, your instrument’s safe, isn’t it?”

The library boy looked down at the case in his hand. “Yes, thanks to you.”

Sneak:

“So, you’re offering to stuff the plans down your shirt,” Lewis said bluntly.

“Lewis Huen!” Antonio and Paris said at the same time. Fynn clapped a hand to his mouth to stifle his laugh. Velia only sighed.

“That is exactly what I’m offering,” she said. “Although I was picturing maybe a pocket, or a bag, the general idea’s the same.”

And then she’d be in possession of the prize, and be able to sneak away and hide when the train arrived in San Francisco. Only Antonio could see her, so she would hide from him. Her stomach soured at the thought.

I’ll tag @drippingmoon @sleepy-night-child @ashen-crest @stuffaboutwriting @dustylovelyrun @lunarmoment @raevenlywrites @indigocastor @mel-writes-with-her-dragons @splashinkling @coffee-and-daydreams and anyone else who wants to join: take, hush, hands, and warmth!

16 notes - Posted March 13, 2022

Last lines tag

Today’s last lines are brought to you by the kind tag from @cherrybombfangirlwrites -- thank you! <3

Steve slips under, and dreams of hiding peacefully in a small cupboard—something he used to do as a toddler. It’s cozy and quiet in there, and there’s a few muffled noises from outside that are nothing but comforting, as if when he’s ready to rejoin the rest of the world out there he can.

He stretches out his fingers; small toddler fingers, and wherever he moves them around, the sliver of light from the cracked door touches them, and the light is warm.

I’ll tag @livvywrites @muddshadow @nopoodles @papercutsunset @dgwriteblr @talesfromaurea @fiercely-raging-writer @magic-is-something-we-create and anyone else who wants to be tagged right now <3

17 notes - Posted August 13, 2022

Just had a vision of all us OC creators standing proudly, surrounded by our many different characters who are badass and have our backs and...yeah. Thats what its about. Might draw this some day

17 notes - Posted April 6, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

oh-no-another-idea’s WIPs

Placeholder Title: The Invisible Girl

Genre: Historical fantasy, Urban Fantasy

Current Status: First draft

POV: Third person

Themes: Found Family, Heists, Magic versus Machines, Self Discovery, Adventure, Loneliness

Synopsis: When Velia Greene accepts her newest job, she thinks nothing of it. A three day train ride, a secret piece of cargo--simple enough for a thief who can slip right past any security. After all, Velia’s never been caught. How could she be, when nobody can see her?

It’s lonely, being invisible to everyone until they care for you. But it does give you an excellent advantage at sneaking.

But on the train, everything starts to go wrong. Four passengers overhear her and discover her presence. A strange man somehow sees her immediately. The cargo is more precious than she could’ve imagined, and there’s someone aboard who will stop at nothing to get it before the train arrives...

Taglist: @a-sunflower-at-night @blindthewind @drippingmoon @elgringo300 @thats-my-type-writer @sleepy-night-child @writing-is-a-martial-art @viskafrer @wannabeauthorzofija @croctears @silentstarskies @talesfromaurea @necros-writings @ashen-crest @conundruminprogress @teaflint @princeofthecactus @imaginationxlost @fiercely-raging-writer @memento-morri-writes @josephinegerardywriter @inkingfireplace @wishii-writes @jellybeanswriting (ask to be added or removed!)

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Retro, Stage Name, Change, Besties, and Lyrics for the Infamous MC asks! :3

Retro: What was the first CD they ever bought with their own money? Do they still have it? Do they still like it?

Hadn't really thought about that, but it's probably, like, a greatest hits compilation from Journey or Queen or something like that. 😂 She doesn't still have it, it fell out of her car and got all scratched up. She was more upset than she'd expect over Just A CD.

Stage name: Do they or have they ever had one? How did they choose it?

Not.. really? She tends to just use Bek for music stuff--no surname--but she doesn't have a stage name.

Change: How has their personality changed since Seven left the band? Are those changes related to Seven leaving?

She gotten more outgoing and vocal about her feelings. She used to be pretty quiet when she wasn't singing and she's sorta come out of her shell. She engages more with the fans, she speaks up more, and she was already a combo of The Leader and The Mom Friend, she got even more serious about it in the years after. It was heavily influenced by Seven leaving, if not entirely as a result of that. Seven was the one who used to nag her into speaking up for herself offstage, so learning to do that on her own without her bff's encouragement was a change that's bc of Seven leaving. As is pushing harder for things she wants; she was against "demoting" Seven to background vocals, they're a TEAM, wtf are you guys on about, but she feels like she didn't push hard enough? Wonders if things maybe would have ended better if she'd stood up for her friend a little more. (I have ex-BFF f!Seven and Bek is definitely trying to repair that friendship. She misses her.)

Engaging more with the fans is just something she needs to do as Pixel Panic gets more popular. She was hesitant at first, but largely enjoys it now, even if she's just in this to make music, not for fame.

Besties: What’s their friendship with Rowan like? What are some things only he knows about them?

Rowan is her lifeline, her (platonic) other half, the one who knows her better than literally anyone, including Seven, bc he got all the guilty rambling and was the sounding board for her changing as a person after Seven left(he picked up the pieces, basically, and helped her glue herself back together). Bek makes sure to very vocal about how much she values him and stands up for him every chance she gets. Yes, this is at least partly bc of her guilt about Seven. Yes, Rowan at least suspects her motivation.

He's the only one to collab with her on multiple songs(the only one who's heard some of them), and even if he'd downplay his role in their creation, she counts it as vital. They bounce ideas and dumb shit off each other all the time. She spent more time at his house than her own in high school. They've slept on each other's couches, bummed clothes off each other(Rowan still has her blue sweatjacket, she know it, no matter how hard he denies). Tease each other like siblings. He's the only one who knows just how much Seven leaving hurt her, he's the only one who knows about the bluebird tattoo high on the inside of her thigh, he’s the only one who knows about her super mega top secret crush on Orion he's the only one who knows she never completely "outgrew" her Taylor Swift phase. (They may have "I'm Only Me When I'm With You" as their ringtone for each other. They say it's an inside joke but that's only half true.)

Lyrics: What are some songs you associate with your character? Any specific lyrics that really scream your character?

Well, Pixel Panic has a very Icon For Hire vibe in my head, so a lot of their stuff would probably fit(Make a Move and Up In Flames especially). Cage On The Ground from Flyleaf, Those Nights from Skillet for her and Rowan(and formerly Seven :))) ) She's still developing so I don't really have any specific lyrics for her yet.

#infamous asks #bek ayers #i have played myself with yet another oc who has ombre hair xD #time to dig up all those picrews i was so happy about for savi 😂#infamous

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chaotic-orphan · 1 year

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Dec. 8th prompt: Freezing (Whump)

Orion’s Army

Okay so this started off as part of a prompt calendar challenge but! It actually created a story, I saw Whump and just ran with it completely forgetting about the freezer? like who knew naming your characters made you love them more? And gave them more character? And personality?

Crazy. Every author should do it. But I digress…

I hope you Enjoy, Orion’s army!!! I loved writing it

There will be more soon don’t even worry

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“Jack?”

His name was whispered in the darkness of the room. Jack stared at the bunk above him, only barely seeing the lats.

“Jack?” Whispered again, more urgently this time. “Are you awake?”

“Yeah,” Jack whispered back, rolling his eyes.

“I don’t want to fight tomorrow.”

“Me either.”

“But you’re good at fighting,” Cadan insisted.

“Yeah,” Jack said drawing the blanket closer to him,“I know.”

“Do you think Orion will pair us together?”

Maybe if we did I’d be able to not sleep in silence, Jack thought then immediately regretted it. For a second a horrible though crossed the boy’s mind,

Instead he let out a sigh, “I don’t know Cadan.”

“You’ll probably be fine,” another voice piped up. Fallon. She was tough too, like Jack, but even Jack didn’t want to be paired with her tomorrow. Jack could hold back when he had to, Fallon was lethal. “Just go for the eyes, Cade.”

“Or the legs,” Jack offered.

“Or the shield if you’re Malachai-“

“That was one time,” a sleepy voice mumbled in the corner and the room was full of quiet giggles.

Then someone said, “I miss my mom,” and the room went silent again until morning.

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“Good morning children!” A bellowing voice pulled Jack from his slumber, but there wasn’t time to be groggy. Jack was on his feet, his bed made, standing in line with the rest of the kids in a matter of seconds.

“Jack,” Orion purred, sauntering over towards him. For his age, Jack was small. Smaller than Fallon who he stood beside, and she was only two years older. But even to Fallon Orion was a giant. “Sloppy wake up call, did you have a good rest?”

Jack didn’t meet his eyes. “Yes sir.”

“Good.” Orion rose to full height again, walking to the middle to greet the other kids with his snide remarks. Jack didn’t really care at this point what he said or did. To him, Orion was equally horrible to everyone who had the misfortune of knowing him. So Jack only had to listen once to get the general idea of what other nasty things he was saying.

One time he made Cadan cry. Jack stopped listening after that.

Jack tuned back in when Orion clapped his hands, an awful glint in his eyes.

“I’m sure you’re all dying to know who’s paired with who today, aren’t you?”

“Yes sir.” The response was immediate and it made Orion’s smile grow so wide you could see his pointed animal like teeth. Like a shark’s smile, dead behind the eyes- so sharp it could cut you with only words.

“Well usually I leave it fairly balanced. But today we have visitors-“ that got everyone’s attention. Jack swallowed hard, steeling himself for further shock. Even if his hands trembled behind his back, what Orion couldn’t see wouldn’t hurt him.

“Yes, visitors. And they want to see you all perform to your best of your abilities. So we will have a little tournament, so to speak.”

Jack’s heart dropped to the bottom of his chest. That meant everyone was fighting today. It didn’t matter if Cadan wanted to or not. Or if Fallon’s knuckles were still bloody from being the last fighter yesterday. It didn’t matter that you were a kid, not to Orion. All he saw were soldiers.

“Sir, what if we lose?” Jack closed his eyes. Of course Cadan would ask such a stupid question.

“Why would you ask such a stupid question, Cadan.”

“I just meant-“

The sound of a slap resounded around the dead silent room. Jack opened his eyes, staring ahead. Steel. Steel. Steel. Steel.

“Again. With less attitude, or I just might make you the appetiser to Caolan and Atticus.”

Always with the wolves. Orion only threatened Cadan with the wolves because he was bit by one before and has been terrified ever since.

“I’m sorry sir. I meant no disrespect.”

“Go on,” Orion said.

“The tournament sir, is it knockout?”

Orion’s grin turned the sharpest Jack had ever seen.

“Quite literally boy.”

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They were getting ready in the pit. Jack throwing his armour on haphazardly. Not wanting to do this. Again.

He was tired of winning. Tired of hurting the little kids. Hearing them cry. Tired of Fallon’s flash of fear. Tired of Cadan’s pleas for mercy.

It made him feel like a monster.

That’s what Orion had made him into. It wasn’t his fault that the others couldn’t get better than him. Orion only ever let them train alone, so the same mistakes got repeated in fight after fight.

Jack just had to steel himself. He would be fine. It was everyone else he was worried about.

Across the way he saw Valerie and Seth trying to hold the weight of the sparring sword in one hand. Seth’s arms were skinny, and he was tiny. No higher than Jack’s waist, and Valerie was younger and smaller. She could hold the sword in one hand, and the shield in the other, meeting Jack’s eyes from across the way.

If Jack could look in the mirror he thinks he’d see the same grim determination set in them.

The thought scared him too much to think about for too long.

A slap on the back had him pulled into a side hug from Malachai. “I’m gonna beat you today, Jack. I can feel it.”

“Do you want me to go shieldless?”

“Ah you’re just being mean. Fallon talks big-“

“She hits harder,” Jack agreed. Malachai laughed putting his hand in Jack’s hair and tussling it.

“How would you know hot shot?” Jack smiled ready for another retort when he caught Orion’s eyes behind Malachai. They were not pleased.

“Jack. A word.” That was all he said before turning on his heel and walking away from the pit. Jack followed him, half running to keep pace.

“Sir?” Jack asked.

“These visitors Jack, they are very important to us. To you. They provide us with the necessary resources to feed us and clothe us and keep us all safe and warm.”

Orion paused for effect. Jack wasn’t supposed to speak, so he didn’t.

“I told them about you Jack. How good you are, and one of them challenged my faith in you.”

Jack frowned. A pit forming in the hollow of his stomach. He never ate before fights. This was why. Orion always had to do something that would set him on edge before hand.

“Sir?” was all he said.

“He saw the pit and everyone getting ready and asked me to point you out. So I did. And do you know what he said, Jack?”

Jack remained silent.

“He said sure I could fight too if I had that heavy leather armour on me.”

There it was. The caveat of the tournament. Jack had barely registered what Orion had said before he was grabbing Jack’s sword and shield, putting them on the bench beside them and waiting for Jack to pull the armour off.

Jack hesitated for just a second. “Am I being punished sir?”

“Punished? No! No my boy. You are my greatest achievement. My crowning jewel. You need to wow this crowd once and then we’ll all be in your corner hmm?”

Jack grabbed the armour to stop his hands from shaking and pulled it over his head, and into the waiting arms of Orion. He bent to pick up his shield and sword, but Orion tsked and Jack paled.

“The- sir the vambraces-“

“Oh no, don’t worry about them dear boy. I don’t want you crippled no.” Jack could cry with relief. “Just the shield.”

“Sir-“

“You are my favourite Jack but right now you are getting on my last nerves. Shield. Now.”

Jack was moving before Orion even finished his sentence. Just like a perfect little soldier. Perfect little robot. Perfect little lethal weapon.

His stomach turned as he stood. Naked with only his sword and bracers.

“Thatta boy, Jack . Now go on, wow them. You’re first up.”

So Jack did that.

He walked out from the pit into the small arena. The sun was low in the pale winter sky and Jack breathed in a breath of fresh air and smiled, gripping the sword tightly.

One day, he’d be free.

Then he saw his opponent.

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Cadan faced with pure terror on his face, it stopped Jack in his tracks.

“Jack? Ah Jesus, are ya serious? Why aren’t you in armour? Where’s your shield?”

Jack just shook his head. “Be quiet Cadan,” he said, a desperate plea as could be heard from Jack. “We need to put on a show.”

“A show? You’re not even dressed? How is this fair?”

Before Cadan could mewl another unfairity of their life Jack lunged swiping at Cadan’s feet who jumped back just in time.

Jack advanced, speaking quietly with Cadan throughout the fight.

“Just make it look real,” Jack pleaded. “Make it look real and then when I hit you stay down.”

Cadan didn’t have to be told twice. They sparred some more. Jack trying to manoeuvre around Cadan’s sloppy swings without a shield nearly took his eye out a couple of times until he got a bash of Cadan’s shield to the chest taking all the wind out of him.

“Jack! Shit-” Cadan said.

Shit was right. Cadan had never actually hit Jack before. In the stands he could see Orion smiling, as another man whispered in his ear.

A show. That’s all he wanted. To see Jack fail, and then come back from it.

Fine.

When Cadan reached down to help Jack up, Jack grabbed his arm pulling Cadan down with him and rolling on top of him.

“Okay. Dead.” Jack said, as he lifted Cadan’s head and slammed it down against the sand. Or made it look like he did anyway.

A round of applause sounded from the stands and Jack stood, hoisting Cadan up under his armpits and dragging him back into the pit.

“Jack why aren’t you wearing armour?”

“That was a bit rough mate…”

“How did he even get a hit on you?”

When they got through the doors, Jack dropped Cadan who let out a squeak.

“Orion wants a show. He told me himself. That’s why I’m not in armour. He wants me hurt. So do your worst. Hurt me as much as you can. Try get me out. Whatever it is Orion’s planning- I don’t care about it.”

“Jack-“ it was Fallon’s voice protesting, but Jack shook his head.

“He’s right,” said Valerie. Her voice high but determined. She looked at Jack. “When I’m up against you I won’t go easy.”

Jack actually smiled at that. “Thanks Val.”

She nodded in response.

Then her and Seth’s name was called and she grabbed Seth’s hand in one of hers and walked out.

Seth couldn’t carry a shield, so Valerie didn’t either. Not for this fight. Which only lasted a couple seconds. Malachai came in with Seth’s body followed by a despondent Valerie.

No one said anything. There was nothing to say.

“If any of you go easy on me for being younger, I’ll leave you with scars,” she warned.

Fallon and another girl fought next. Fallon the Victor, carrying her victim into the pit. Jack was surprised when they crossed the doors that Carla opened her eyes. Grinning up at Jack. Her arms were bloodied but only with shallow cuts. Jack smiled back at them.

“The show must go on,” Carla said dramatically, going to sit beside Seth and Cadan.

Okay this was good. The weak ones were getting knocked out leaving only the strong.

Malachai, Fallon, Jack and Valerie were left, and at this rate Jack would rather take Fallon than Valerie.

But it was fine because Orion wanted a show. So he grouped Malachai and Jack and Valerie and Fallon.

Valerie and Fallon were up first and Jack couldn’t watch it. Instead he turned to Malachai who had that same confident smile as if everything was going to be fine.

“You alright, little brother?” Only Malachai called him little brother. Malachai was the oldest, so everyone was little brother or sister to him. Which was fine because no one else did, and even after he told Malachai to stop he kept doing it anyway. Cadan had tried once and got a punch to the arm.

“You’re getting your wish,” Jack said with a wry smile. “I’m shieldless.”

“Shieldless and still strong as steel, I know what you’re trying to do,” Malachai hummed, watching the fight. “Make me drop my guard, it’s not happening Jackaboy. No sir. This time,” Malachai turned to face Jack then, crouching so Jack could see his mismatched eyes and their gleam of mischief.

“I’ll win.”

Malachai’s grin was infectious so Jack returned it. A hand on the back of his neck was comforting. “You’re good, Jack. You’re a good kid. Y’know I remember being a kid, outside I mean. You’re even good compared to them.”

“Do you think he’ll ever let us go?” Jack dared to ask. His voice coming out so quiet it barely brushed his lips.

“I think he will. One day. He doesn’t have us training for nothing. I’ve seen stranger- oh shit!”

Jack turned, following Malachai’s eyes to see Fallon on the ground. Unmoving. Valerie on top of her, shield gone, blood on her hands and running her sword.

Malachai was out the door in a flash, leaving Jack stupefied behind. Fallon didn’t even look like her chest was moving. Malachai scooped her up into his arms and brought her back in, Valerie in tow. Baffled just as much as Jack was.

When she met Jack’s eyes hers welled up, “I didn’t meant to hurt her that bad. But she was going easy on me, she tried not to hurt me. I should’ve-“

Jack grabbed Valerie and brought her in for a hug sword clattering to the ground as her sobs filled the pit.

“It’s okay Val,” Jack said. “You had to do it.” Over Valerie’s head, Jack could see everyone crowded around Fallon, making sure she was still breathing.

Malachai looked up at him from across the way, his eyes trailing to the girl in his arms, and something almost hateful crossed his face. Jack couldn’t say, because the moment he blinked the expression was gone.

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“Now the boys!”

As they walked out Jack tried to catch Malachai’s eye, but he stared resolutely ahead, a sword in each hand. He never liked shields, thought they were too slow. But with Malachai’s strength he didn’t need them, and this was the one fight Jack was actually worried about.

“Malachai, she had to do it. She didn’t mean it, she’s just a kid,” Jack whispered desperately, but that look was in Malachai’s eyes. That cold fury burning behind his pupil.

“I know.”

“BEGIN!”

Malachai’s twin blades came down hard on Jack’s, who had swung his up in the knick of time, using his other hand to push against Malachai’s weight.

“But Fallon doesn’t deserve that,” Malachai said, barely breaking a sweat.

“Either does Valerie,” Jack said through gritted teeth. His heels dug into the sand of the arena, and he knew this was a lost cause, so with one massive shove he threw his weight against Malachai’s swords which didn’t do much except give Jack enough time to roll free of their locked blades.

He was getting to his feet when he got a boot to the face, and it threw him off course. His hands flying out behind him ready to push up if Malachai hadn’t hooked his leg with his own and topple Jack onto his back again.

Jack brought his sword up in defence. Malachai didn’t advance further just stood above him, like a shadow of vengeance. He slipped his blade back along his arms, manoeuvring the hilt so he had a good grip on and Jack’s eyes went wide.

“Malachai he just wants a show,” Jack hissed, kicking at Malachai’s shins, but that didn’t deter Malachai so Jack aimed his leg higher and aimed for his stomach.

Malachai caught Jack’s leg and Jack swung out with his sword, hitting Malachai’s vambraces.

“Come on little brother, just play dead.”

“Then promise you won’t hurt Valerie.”

“She asked us not to go easy on her.”

“Fallon will be fine!” Malachai’s eyes flashed at that.

“So will Valerie.”

Malachai swung the blunt hilt down towards Jack’s head, and Jack followed the motion back evading it getting his other leg under Malachai’s stomach and using his motion to throw him over Jack’s shoulder.

Malachai went rolling, and Jack sprung to his feet, rolling his shoulders and bouncing on his heels. He gripped the sword tight in his hands, chancing a glance at the stalls to see Orion sitting with his legs spread, head in his hands and his elbows resting on his knees. Something entirely too eager and captivating in his view.

Then Orion’s eyes flicked and Jack brought his arm up, blocking Malachai’s barrage, not dropping eye contact. Jack got an elbow to the nose for his arrogance and he stumbled back, eyes watering as Malachai advanced anger in his stride.

Jack threw his sword up but Malachai punched him in the face again, grabbing his arm with one hand and twisting his wrist until he dropped the sword. Jack cried out as Malachai pulled his arm forward, slicing his chest with his sword.

Without getting a breath Malachai fixed his boot over the wound and kicked. Jack went down the wind being knocked out of him, and he didn’t have time to blink before Malachai was on him, arms on his wrists pinning him with his weight.

Despite his predicament Jack let out a small wheeze of laughter, “You’ve been holding back you prick.”

Malachai flashed a smile, “I’m sorry little brother. I’m pissed and you never know when to quit.”

“But you’re not pissed at me,” Jack said and Malachai frowned and loosened his grip.

“Punch me make it look real.”

He had barely finished his sentence before Jack was wrestling out of his grip punching him across the cheek. Jack didn’t flinch, but Malachai finally grit his teeth securing Jack’s wrist against the sand.

“Good. Keep struggling and talk.”

“We can go for Orion.”

“Do I need to hit you again?”

“We can!” Jack insisted. “This way neither of us have to fight Valerie okay?”

“It’s still about Valerie?” Malachai asked, holding Jack’s wrists with one hand and reaching back for a discarded sword.

“Yes!”

“Why! Why are you protecting her over Fallon?”

“Because…”

Malachai shook his head. “Forget it,” he said softly. “I’m with you, whatever you have planned.”

“Okay, just follow my lead.”

Malachai nodded, and got off him. Handing Jack his sword and picking up both of his. Orion stood immediately, eyes flashing and Jack’s heart pounded in his ears.

Orion looked furious, already seeing where this was going.

“Did I say stop?” Orion asked, his hands curling into fists by his side.

“No,” said Jack. “I did. We’re not fighting. The tournaments over.”

“Oh dear boy-” Orion tsked, shaking his head slowly. The doors to the pit opened behind them and Cadan was there, sword and shield in hand coming to the rescue when bars slid down over the door locking them outside the arena. More pressing locking Jack and Malachai inside the arena.

Jack was distinctly aware of his lack of armour but he had started now. No point in running and hiding. He was sick of doing what Orion wanted of him.

“Resume the fight, now. Or I’ll unleash the hounds.”

“I’m not afraid of the dogs, Orion,” Jack said, fighting the flinch of saying his name out loud instead of sir. His back growing warm from the lashes of the belt Orion had inflicted on him to make him learn his place. Learn that Orion was only to be addressed as sir.

Jack could even feel Malachai look at him from the corner of his eye, readjusting his hands on his blades.

“I’m with you little brother,” he whispered and Jack’s heart slammed again, this time with courage.

Orion smiled, his eyes cruel. “I didn’t say I’d release the hounds on you, boy.”

Jack’s eyes went wide, turning just in time to heat Cadan scream. Jack ran to the bars, Malachai on his heels, trying to see over Cadan’s shoulder to see the dogs blocking the exit to the pit and all the kids locked inside. Valerie standing in front of them all, her shield up. The dogs were too strong and tall for her, she’d be ripped apart.

“Orion, call them off!” Malachai yelled over his shoulder, but Orion sat back down, content.

“You can call them off, boys. Resume your fight.”

“Cadan, listen to me,” Malachai began softly. “They’re just dogs okay, bash them with your shield.”

“I- I c- can’t. Kai, I can’t.”

“Yes you can. You can, listen, you can do this Cadan.”

“One of them will get me.”

“You must, Cadan,” Jack said. “Valerie’s too small, they’ll kill her if they get a bite at her. You have to do this. You can do it, otherwise everyone in there. Fallon. Seth. They’re going to be attacked too. Like you were-”

Cadan was shaking as one of the dogs rammed Valerie’s shield and she stumbled back, getting closer to the bars.

“We can’t help you, Cade. You can do this,” Malachai encouraged, putting a hand through the bars and on Cadan’s shoulder squeezing it.

Valerie’s shield clattered to the ground then and was swinging her sword wildly.

“Jack!” Valerie screamed.

“We-” Jack began licking his lips, but he was cut off by Malachai saying

“No, we’re not. You’re right. Cade can do this. No more giving Orion what he wants.”

One of the dogs yelped as Carla stepped in, kicking the dog closest to Valerie in the snout. Then Atticus the bigger of the two dogs turned on Carla. She raised her shield just as Atticus jumped at her.

“Anytime, Cadan!” Carla ground out, pushing her weight against the wolf dog.

“See? You just need to help Valerie, Cadan.”

“Now, Cadan!” Jack yelled, pushing him forward and Cadan slammed his shield down in front of Valerie pushing her back.

“FUCK!” Cadan screamed as Caolan barrelled into his shield.

“Your ankles! Protect your ankles!” Jack screamed.

Malachai grunted beside Jack and Jack hadn’t registered the noise until he was yanked backwards by someone behind him. Jack threw an elbow back, but a hand hooked around the crook of his elbow and yanked his arm behind his back.

Jack threw his head back then and heard a grunt when it made contact with a chest. He grinned. The hands on him turned him around to face Orion, and all blood dropped from his face as he saw Orion with Malachai at his feet being held with a sword at his neck.

Orion tugged Malachai’s head up higher, pressing the sword in until it drew blood.

“Stop!” Jack snapped, struggling harder against his captor.

Orion tsked. “I thought I taught you better, Jack. And Malachai, look what you’ve done to him. My pride and joy. My first success. You turn on me the moment a boy says boo?”

“Go fuck yourself,” said Malachai, which earned him a punch to the face. Orion sighed drawing his fist back, and repositioning the blade under Malachai’s throat.

“Right. Re-breaking in it is. Knock the boy out, he’ll cause trouble if he’s conscious.”

That only made Jack struggle harder, until he got a whack to the side of his head and the world grew dark and muddy.

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I posted 495 times in 2022

That's 270 more posts than 2021!

376 posts created (76%)

119 posts reblogged (24%)

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I tagged 460 of my posts in 2022

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#transformers - 278 posts

#answer - 219 posts

#rescue bots - 203 posts

#transformers rescue bots - 196 posts

#transformers au - 176 posts

#rescue bots au - 128 posts

#pokemon - 76 posts

#tfa - 53 posts

#reblog from a friend - 52 posts

#techno-organic cody burns - 49 posts

Longest Tag: 40 characters

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My Top Posts in 2022:

TFA AU: Humanformers

This was actually an AU I’ve thought about for a while, but was hesitant to share because I wasn’t sure I’d be able to explain it well. My writings on my AUs tend to disorganized already, so I wanted to wait to I could properly explain this AU idea before sharing. I think I can explain now, but in case you still don’t understand it, don’t be afraid to ask, and I’ll answer the best I can.

Humanformers

As the title hints, this is an AU where our beloved Autobots are humans.

In this AU, the main Autobots start out as humans, but gain the ability to turn into giant robots thanks to the Allspark.

However, in this AU, the bots they turn into had lives of their own on Cybertron. I wouldn’t really call this a reincarnation thing, more like they main characters were given the ability to transform into Autobots that had died.

I actually got inspiration from Steven Universe, mainly how Steven inherits his mother’s abilities after giving up her physical form for him to be born, but he inherits her problems as well and most of his enemies think he’s his mother when they first encounter him.

So that’s a major theme in this AU, the characters often have to deal with the consequences of their predecessors’ actions.

They’re basically Superheroes in this AU, more than they already are in the show. Meaning, they actually keep their identity a secret from others, with only Sari knowing their identity at first. Maybe Isaac Sumdac and Captain Fanzone later on.

And they basically look like their human forms from Human Error. It was there so might as well use it.

You know how in other TF shows, the main group are experienced and respected heroes? I’m going to use that here. While the crew in this AU basically have the same personalities as the canon, their predecessors’, the bots they turn into, were indeed those experienced and respected warriors. So while Decepticons and Autobots are expecting skilled heroes, what they really get is a bunch of rookies who have no idea what they’re doing or what’s really going on.

Characters

Optimus Prime: Orion Fanzone. That’s right, for this AU, he’ll be son of Captain Fanzone. He is a recent college graduate who just starts working at Sumdac Industries. While Fanzone isn’t too fond of machines, Orion would be pretty okay with them. He, of course, would be the reluctant leader of this team. At first, he would be pleased to be able to help people and be a hero, but he would be the most negatively effected by his predecessor’s past.

Prowl: Pierce Roberts. He’s a park ranger in this AU, which I thinks makes sense, since he loves nature in the show. I imagine him being least effected by his predecessor's past, and would even be sympathetic to what his predecessor went through, and the one who deals with having to deal with his predecessor’s past the best.

Ratchet: Rowen O’Donnell. A doctor, a veteran, and family friend to Captain Fanzone and Orion. He, at first, would want nothing to do with all of this, but would more or less be convinced to do so by Orion. Aside from Pierce, he would be more understanding to his predecessor's past, since, as a veteran himself, he can empathize with what his predecessor went through.

Bulkhead: Benjamin ‘Ben’ Hudson. A college student who is an art major. He would have a love-hate feeling for his new abilities. He would enjoy smashing things and would be pretty fun, but he would hate how much damage his accidently causes. He’ll learn to be more carefully and how to use his new abilities for his art.

Bumblebee: Barry Baker. A high school senior. I wanted to keep him as the youngest, but not too young. He would be the most excited about being able to turn into a giant robot and would, at first, be irresponsible with his new powers, but he would mature over time and learn that he can’t just play around with his power. ‘With Great Power comes Great Responsibility’.

Story

In this AU, during the Great War between the Autobots and Decepticons over the Allspark, there was a finally battle between Megatron and Second-in-Command Optimus Prime, Top Medic Ratchet, Master Cyberninja Prowl, Wrecker Bulkhead, and Scout Bumblebee.

However, while the Autobots are victorious, Optimus Prime and his team did not survive, and their ship and the Allspark was lost. Many assumed the team killed Megatron, but Starscream had a hand in Megatron’s demise.

And as we know, Megatron and the ship would fall to Earth, with the ship falling to Lake Erie and Megatron being found by Isaac Sumdac.

The only thing that would remain of the original team would a shard of each of their sparks. And those shards would somehow find a way to the new team, and those shards would allow them to transform.

Eventually, the team would find a way to each other. For now, I imagine them all coming together during that monster attack during part 2 of the first episode “Transform and Roll Out!”

I imagine they had transformed at least once before the events of that episode, but that would be the first time they would’ve done so together. They’re fighting and teamwork would be sloppy and uncoordinated at first, but they would manage to get the job done and save Sari.

Shortly after their victory, the Allspark would call them to it, and wanting answers, the group would follow, with Sari being brought by Barry in secret.

But of course, they wouldn’t really get any answers as the Allspark is a very cryptic item. But it would still give Sari her key, which can still allow her to heal the crew in their robot forms and use it on other machines.

Sari would be the one who suggests they become superheroes. Barry and Ben would be quick to agree, Orion and Pierce would hesitate at first, but eventually agree, and Rowen would be “No, I’m too old for this.” Orion would eventually convince him to join.

So overall, the show would be about them being Superheroes, with only Sari knowing their identity and aiding them in whatever way she can.

But like a lot of superhero stories, it doesn’t take long before their secret lives as heroes start affecting their civilian lives, both in good and bad ways.

And it gets worse when Decepticons come after them, wanting to kill them for reasons the team doesn’t understand and thinking their someone else. Starscream would be the first, wanting to take the Allspark from them and gloating at how he killed Megatron, and they don’t even know what the heck he’s talking about.

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A Rescue Bots AU where everything is the same, but at some point, Cody starts to use punk/emo/black clothes not because he feels sad, but because he likes the esthetic and Heatwave likes things with spikes.

And so, on the outside, he looks like a cool punk rocker but when someone talks to him he shows the warmest smile anyone could give!

His dad and family want their little sunshine back!

This would be fun to see!

I can see this happening sometime after season 3 or even season 4. He decides since he’s grown so much since meeting the bots, he wants to try a new look.

I imagine he would go punk/emo style because the style is cool, tough, and maybe to show he may be a nice guy, he isn’t a naive little kid.

At first, everyone would be greatly concerned and are worried something’s wrong with Cody.

But Cody would show that he’s still the sweet, compassionate boy they know and love, he just wants to try a new look.

Heatwave would definitely like the new look, I can even imagine he would aid Cody as he creates his new look.

Chase would disapprove, thinking Cody looks like a hooligan, but since Cody doesn’t engage in any illegal activity, he wouldn’t try to stop Cody.

Blades would not like it at all, thinking the new look is scary and he wants sweet Cody back.

Boulder wouldn’t really understand, but he would be supportive in Cody wanting to try new looks and styles.

Charlie would be concerned, but seeing that Cody is no different personality-wise, he would chalk it up as a phase and allow it.

Kade would think he looks like a punk and might pick on him about going through a goth-phase, but he wouldn’t really disapprove of the new look.

Dani would actually like it, but she would tease him a bit how Cody’s too sweet to really be punk/emo, but she would like the new look.

Graham would definitely be concerned and would question why Cody likes this aesthetic so much, but he wouldn’t really say that he doesn’t like it.

The town would definitely be surprised by Cody’s new look, but Cody would quickly put their worries to rest by proving that while he looks different, he’s still him.

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The Nine Worlds of the Yggdrasil Tree

According to Norse Mythology, The Yggdrasil Tree holds nine worlds in its branches and various creatures live in this tree. Here are the worlds Yggdrasil hold and what the worlds contain.

Muspelheim: World of Fire

Vanaheim: Home of the Vanir Gods

Alfheim: World of the Fair Elves

Swartalfheim: World of the Dark Elves

Helheim: World of the Dishonored Dead

Asgard: Home of the Aesir Gods

Midgard: World of Humans

Niflheim: World of Fog and Mist. Home to the Serpant Nidhogg

Jotunheim: World of the Giants

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Pokémon Bede's League Cards

Something that I've noticed and but never really paid much attention to (and I've never seen anyone else talk about it), is about Bede's League cards:

These Cards have two different signatures!

That might not be a big deal but on the major league cards, the regular and rare cards have mostly the exact same signature.

There are only three exceptions:

One Card having a signature while the other is blank. (Hop, Marnie, and Piers)

The signature being the same, just in different colors. (Melony, Mustard, and Honey)

Ball Guy only has one card.

Bede's card really stands out because the signature is entirely different. Maybe it's to symbolize he's in a better place, developed into a better person thanks to Opal's influence. He went from an orphan desperately trying to please his 'father figure' Rose, to a Gym Leader under the guidance of someone who actually cares about him and his well-being.

That's just my thought. If anyone else has thoughts on this, please share!

Honestly, this has been on my mind for so long, but this was before I was really invested in Tumblr and by the time I was, the game was out for a while, so I decided not to say anything about it. Until now, that is.

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My #1 post of 2022

Pokemon Iono and Klara

When I first saw the new Gym leader, Iono, in the lastest trailers for Pokemon Scarlet and Violet, the first thing that came to mind was how similar she was to Klara from the Isle of Armor DLC for Pokemon Sword.

First glance, their designs are pretty similar to me, just different type themes, like Klara is Poison while Iono is Electric.

They both have pink hair with pokemon-themed hair accessories, Klara has a white Dustox bow and Iono has Magnemite hair things.

Those boots they have look rather similar, just, again, different themes.

They both present themselves as cute and bubbly, but there is something about them that indicates that that's not entirely who they are. Klara looks like a bubblegum pop girl, but is vindictive and calculating, and Iono looks cute and energetic, but those sharp teeth indicate that she is a fierce gym leader.

And they both seem to be focused on their popularity and image as well as their skills as gym leaders. Klara was an underground pop singer who decided to become a gym leader to become more popular and mostly wanted people to dote on her before getting serious about her training. And Iono is a streamer and influencer, so popularity must be an important thing for her, if her stream is any indication.

They give me the impression that if ever met, they would act like BFFs in public, but would be heated rivals, both in terms of popularity and skills as gym leaders.

86 notes - Posted October 14, 2022

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DFP Actors August: Alison Bruce

NZ actors tend to end up in a lot of the same shows over the years it seems. I have a lot of fun spotting familiar faces, so I thought this would be a fun and silly little project, seeing which actors have repeatedly been in things that Deano was also in (not necessarily alongside). Just a bit of trivia. Enjoy!

Hercules: The Legendary Journeys (1995-1998/1995)

On Hercules Dean played a few different characters: Iloran - S1E12 "The Gauntlet" Young Iolaus - S4E3 "Regrets... I've Had a Few", S4E11 "Medea Culpa" and S4E20 "Twilight". Ruun - S4E7 "Prodigal Sister"

On Hercules, Alison played Postera in S1E10 "Gladiator".

Xena: Warrior Princess (1996-2000/1995-2000)

On Xena, Dean played two roles: Homer/Orion - S1E13 "Athens City Academy of the Performing Bards" Wiglaf - S6E9 "Return of the Valkyrie"

On Xena, Alison played three roles: Queen Melosa - S1E10 "Hooves and Harlots" Talia - S5E4 "Animal Attraction" Kahina - S6E5 "Legacy"

These shows reused actors so much! I am sure even casual watchers noticed.

Shortland Street (1996/1998)

Dean played Nurse Harry Martin in 1996. Alison played Danni Brown / Nurse Lindsay Maguire. Sorry, it's very hard to find old Shortland Street clips and I have no idea which episodes she's even in, so no stills of Alison sadly.

The Chosen (1998)

A TV movie/miniseries I can't find at all, just this trailer. Dean played Andrew Scott. Alison played Denise.

Young Hercules (1998-1999/1998-1999)

Dean played Iolaus in 46 (of 50) episodes. Alison played Simula in 6 episodes.

Legend of the Seeker (2009/2010)

Dean played Carver Dunn in S1E17 “Deception”. Alison played Sister Verna in 4 episodes, between S2E8-S2E22.

The Almighty Johnsons (2011-2013/2011-2012)

Dean played Anders Johnson throughout the series (seasons 1-3). Alison played Agnetha in seasons 1 & 2.

Hillary (2016/2016)

Dean played George Lowe (in all 6 episodes). Alison played Phyllis Rose (in 5 episodes).

George is Ed Hillary's friend, and Phyllis is Ed's mother-in-law.

I just can't seem to get over the Rose family being totally cool with the age difference between Ed and their daughter... But at least she was a supportive mother? I guess? And I liked that they at least acknowledged that it was kinda weird.

The Brokenwood Mysteries (2018/2018)

They actually appeared in the same episode! In Season 5 Episode 4 "The Dark Angel", Dean played Barnaby Buchanan, a patient at the Deschler clinic. Alison played Fiona Deschler, who worked at the clinic and was married to Jakob Deschler (the murder victim).

Unfortunately this means that Alison's character was involved in Dean's character's torture. :(

Golden Boy (2019-2020/2019-2020)

Dean played Aussie Dave. Alison played Carol / Susan. (I haven't watched it yet, she's credited for both names on IMDB - Can anyone explain to me?)

One Lane Bridge (2020/2020-2021)

Dean played Andrew "Grub" Ryder for the first 6 episodes, S1E1-S1E6. Alison played Lois Tremaine in 11 episodes between S1E1-S2E5.

And that's all I have on these two. Did I miss anything?

#deano filmography project #dean o'gorman #dean o’gorman #the almighty johnsons #almighty johnsons #the brokenwood mysteries #brokenwood mysteries #hillary (2016)#one lane bridge (2020)#golden boy (2019)#shortland street #legend of the seeker #hercules the legendary journeys #xena warrior princess #young hercules #alison bruce #dfp familiar faces

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What I Recently Watched

Here's a short list of some films that I watched recently that in one way or another inspired me:

Orion and The Dark

This Dreamworks film is a very new release, and I managed to catch it on its first day on Netflix, and I have to say it's a really feel-good film. It's a lot simpler than other modern Dreamworks films whilst still being quite kooky, just being about a boy who's afraid of a lot of things. What I enjoyed, other than the stellar animation, was the personification of entities, which is something I have always thought is incredibly creative; giving dreams and the dark and 'weird noises in the night' a body and a personality is such a cool idea and a great way to connect to kids and to help them with their own fears. I also loved the colours in this film, and would love to find the time to experiment with neon and glow in my own work, though I'm not sure it fits.

Wish

Now I have used Disney's Wish as a point of reference before when talking about shallow female characters in animation, but this was actually before the film was released, and was just based upon my assumption that Asha was going to be yet another shell of a main character from Disney's princess films. And I was absolutely right. i did enjoy Wish, in the sense that a return to an original fairytale was nice, I liked the villain, and I thought certain parts of the animation were nice to look at, but overall, it was quite bland, with repetitive music and felt quite unfinished. A shame really, but I did enjoy Disney calling back to one of their greatest marketing powerhouses, the wishing star. Kind of makes me want to have my own trademark.

Leo

This film was NOT one I expected in the slightest, but it was so enjoyable that I had to include it here. The Netflix original casts Adam Sandler of all people as an old lizard who teaches children valuable lessons he's accrued through his decades of being a classroom pet. The film is surprisingly deep and is a great watch for both children with the humour, and adults with the messages. I think the thing that inspired me the most about this film is how convincingly they wrote children, as most films tend to butcher this idea quite a lot. But the kids are loud, picky, mucky and rude and I enjoy that, it feels authentic, and even when they all learn lessons and find it within themselves to be nice and to bond and help one another, it STILL feels authentic. That's an impressive feat for any writer.

#inspo #thoughtsandfeelings

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REMUS ~ MOONY FANART

Guys ISTG once I got this idea, I immediately had to do it. This one took about 2h and 45m and I’m too fucking happy about it. AS IN AAAGHHH HE SO BEAUTIFUL.

I made the wounds a bit bigger than I normally would but I think it just adds so much character. This time, I even made sure to add some healed scars already, like on his neck and face. I also love the fact that there is a werewolf anatomy page in the background 🥰 OH AND ONE LAST THING! Can you guys spot Orion’s Belt in the night sky background? Cuz y’all know I just HAD do add Wolfstar referencing. 😏

ART MADE BY: ME!!!~PLEASE DO NOT SHARE WITHOUT CREDIT!! AND DON’T FORGET TO CHECK OUT MY ART ACC ON IG ( @anzara.nd )

Also, sorry for not giving you guys more art content recently as I’ve kinda been more focused on school and haven’t really found the time to just sit down and do art. Anywaysss… I hope you enjoyed this beautiful boy!!!

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If the ROs from TA were able to play Palace of paradise who would they choose to romance?

Haha, that's an interesting crossover. There's less characters in PoP then there are in Triaina, so there's be at least a couple overlaps. Let's see...

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E: I think they'd pick Kia/n. They're not really familiar with the world they've been thrown into by chance opportunity, but they're earnest and well-meaning. It would mesh well with E's sunny enthusiasm and altruistic stance of people. They would be the general do-gooder team up

R: I think they'd pick the no-nonsense detective Blanc/Blanche. Both are extremely perceptive of the environment and it's inhabitants, though R is more focused on people, and Bl moreso on the environment. I think the chilled personality mixing with a more laid back one can work well. Also it would be fairly ironic, as Bl is a detective, and both of R's paths are criminalized to some degree.

L: I think they would be interested in Avi/Ain. An AI developed for romantic intention and also a possible will and desire of its own would be a major focus of intellectual curiosity for one, and I think the AI's purpose and story would resonate very closely with L's romantic nature.

V: weirdly enough, I think they'd choose Esper/Espera. Honestly, I think V would take every outlandish thing they said completely seriously at face value, and that will get them to unknowingly raise the relationship flags. Idk, the idea of Es talking about their demon eye destroying three separate worlds and V just take it as truth at every fantastical turning point kinda sends me.

P: they would probably choose the roommate Lann/Lanni. They both have a heavy competitive spirit and a lot of repressed emotion, just different ones. Though even given that, P would absolutely squish La like a bug. The setting differences are so drastic that a fight between them would be like Mayweather vs a cripple. So thank God the digital world is able to even the odds a bit, because I don't think P would really be satisfied with anyone in this weak lineup of characters.

M: I think they'd choose Orion/Orain. To be somewhat honest, O was made as something of a parallel to M's flirtatious behavior with a different kind of driver and intent, along with a lack of sleepiness. I attempted to make O with the same kind of slowly drawn flirting dialogue M used. So I think they'd be a good match haha.

Ra: this is a bit of a hard one, since I'm not really sure what they would do if the MC didn't exist. I'll go out on a limb and say they would also choose the detective, for a somewhat similar reason but altogether different purpose. The detective is basically the only individual there with both the means and willingness to be a direct danger to Raven's maligned actions, so I think raven would attempt to get close to manipulate and find out where the detective is to cut out any opposition.

S: I think they'd choose Dayta/Dahta, and it'd be a very interesting pair. Why would arguably the dumbest person in Triaina pair with arguably the most intelligent person of the digital world? Well, the answer is that they're kindred rebellious spirits, and even though S wouldn't have the slightest idea as to what data was doin tinkering around with their hackery mumbo, they definitely understand and relate to the problems they have with authority and in taking more criminal means to undermine them. I think their shared ideology makes them an unlikely but achievable duo

F would probably be so insufferable to the characters of PoP that the AI would be hopelessly lost attempting to promise a suitor for them and the hacker would DDoS and IP ban them from the server. There's a very large reason why Fiore is paid the big bucks, and why she desperately bashes you and F together like a kid playing with action figures in the vain hope you will fall in love and F won't be completely appalled by the idea

Thank ya for the ask! I hope you enjoyed

#triaina academy #palace of paradise #crossover

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Hiii! So excited to see a new original concept blog around here!! 💗 Would you mind writing some imagines about how Alastor would act around a sibling that was actually somewhat close to him during his childhood? Whether you involve incest is up to you!

Hello! Thank you for your request! What an interesting scenario! I wrote it in the second person if that's okay!! hope you will enjoy ^^

Character: Alastor Catesby Word Count: 1709 Scenario: Alastor with a sibling he was close to in his childhood. Warnings: Incest

Alastor

Having Alastor as a sibling is an entirely unfortunate set of circumstances.

Born during a time of strife and uncertainty for his family, and subsequently raised through a not insignificant amount of neglect, being close to Al during his childhood means dealing with the consequences of that.

If you are his older sibling, he'll see you both as someone he wants to impress and someone he wants to keep close by; you two are the middle children of the family, neither here nor there, and so sticking together is the only obvious choice.

When he gets up to mischief, it'll be you he's dragging into it, and therefore, it'll also be you who shares the blame if you get caught. As you are neither the eldest nor youngest child of the family, it would be expected of you to stop Al's reckless behaviour, yet that's easier said than done, and Al, of course, knows this. He is simply insistent on keeping you with him as his 'babysitter'. Better to keep you permanently at his side then lose another older sibling to the boring work grind.

When Al isn't roping you into his messes, he's trying to impress you with anecdotes. He snuck out during the night and wandered the streets; he pillaged the kitchens without any of the cooks noticing; he heard a funny rumour about one of the guests they hosted recently, did you want to hear? You'd best learn to praise him how he wants, or his anecdotes will only grow more extreme in an effort to get your attention.

You're his confidant when his eldest brother ignores him. Perhaps in a less wholesome way where he confides in you his feelings (though perhaps he will occasionally do that too), and more in a scathing way where he'll complain about Orion and expect you to nod along lest you want him to turn his sourness toward you as well. You're the sibling that—surely—won't betray him. You'll be on his side forever, unlike everyone else.

If you're his younger sibling, you suffer an even more difficult time. While Al will still feel compelled to impress you, he'll do so in a way that puts you as his subordinate more than anything else. When he regales you his tales, he'll expect you to view him as an impressive older brother, not a troublemaker. Just as he admires his older brother, he expects your admiration of him to never waver no matter what he does.

He will make this a difficult task, however. Having a younger sibling will give him enough of an ego that he thinks he can practically boss you around. You're his younger sibling, you'll do what he says. You'll unfortunately find yourself unwillingly tagging along to Al's ideas of 'fun' and he won't particularly care whether you enjoy yourself or not. You're his partner in crime, even if you didn't ask for it.

He'll push you into doing things he thinks will be funny or entertaining no matter how dubious they might be, and if you complain or, God forbid, threaten to fib on him to Orion or your parents, he'll be quite blunt in calling you lame. If not for the occasional fun he brings to the table, Al as an older sibling could almost be considered a bully, forcing you into roughhousing, blame games and teasing insults so you'll do exactly as he says, when he says it. He's just being the older brother he's always wanted, giving you plenty of attention.

And no matter if he's older or younger than you, attention is something you won't be wanting for during your childhood. When Al is bored, it'll be you he seeks out to entertain him. When he's sulking because of his older brother or his parents, it's you he relies on to satisfy his want for attention and acceptance. Even if he's oftentimes cruel and always troublesome, you're the only one he can trust, aren't you?

He's not entirely bad. Though he isn't always bringing up the most enjoyable topics, it's always you he'll talk to first when he finds out something interesting. It’s you he'll want to accompany him on his adventures because you're the one he wants to spend time with. He's not the most supportive brother in the world, but in cases where either Orion or your parents cause you grief, he'll be there to join along in venting your frustrations till he's blue in the face, offering the smallest amount of crude companionship that might just make you feel comforted. Only you two could ever understand what it's like.

As both he and you get older, it's only around you he'll retain some of his childlike mischief—a constant quaint little reminder of the times you spent together since childhood. With Orion ascending the path of becoming Lord of the manor, Alastor's relationship with him will deteriorate into hate as he reaches his teens whilst with you, he'll want to spend more time together. He doesn't want another sibling going down the droll and boring path Orion has, and what better way to prevent that than monopolising your time.

Getting older won't help his ill-favoured temperament either. As he grows up, Al will only want to dabble in debauchery more and more, and who better to share the experience with but his beloved favourite sibling. Expect to be dragged along as you always were, but this time to brothels and and pubs and parties, forced to participate in activities not befitting of young nobles.

Sex, drugs, smoking, drinking, gambling—Al will encourage you into all levels of debauchery. You can resist all you want, even try to sway him away from such behaviours, but you'll find it comes naturally for Al to enjoy only the most degenerate of activities. And why shouldn't he want you to enjoy them alongside him?

Even if you won't partake in his hobbies, he'll still make sure to tell you about them. It'll mostly be in the form of bragging. He can smoke cigars—bet you can't. Bet you've never slept with someone—he can hook you up with someone if you want? Bet he could drink you under the table day. Looking down on his deeds will only encourage him to egg you towards them more. Even with the need to impress you, both the thrill he gets from living his life like this and his teenage egotism will make him immune to discouragement.

Of all of his unsavoury activities, perhaps his promiscuity will be the most shocking. The trust and openess you will have developed over the years of growing up together will prove to be a double edged sword as Al will have no hesitation in telling you all about his sexual exploits. He thinks the way he can so easily manipulate people using his charm and sexuality is oh-so-impressive. Don't you think so too?

And you can only hope that your relationship with Alastor doesn't suffer at all as you both grow older, or you might find him turning his tactics on you instead.

If Al ever feels like you're slipping away from him, he might feel the need to put more drastic measures in place to keep you with him. He doesn't want the one person he's always had suddenly ditching him, whether you do so intentionally or simply give him enough room to think you're going to abandon him when it's convenient. Any slight, real or imagined, is a threat to the safety net you provide him.

He'll always find prudish behaviour amusing and silly, but with you, he'll go from teasing a lack of experience and egging you on to find more, to actively shaming you whilst glorifying himself. You really haven't done this sort of thing before? Hah, pathetic. But well, you ought to learn from somebody, why not him? He's willing to show you what he knows. Suddenly, being around Al will feel less like being with a sibling and more like a predator analysing its prey.

Morality isn't something he particularly values—you should know this by now—so if seducing doesn't work, blackmail will. If you don't fall prey to his attempts at 'deepening' your relationship, he'll catch you out in other ways. A night spent drinking will have Al encouraging you to drink more than you should. He doesn't care how he has to manipulate you into sleeping with him, whether it's getting you drunk enough you can't resist, or simply drugging you. Sex is the only way he knows how to get his way—how to control people—and his need to control you far exceeds that of others. Family has always been his biggest failing after all.

No matter how he gets you to commit the act, afterwards, he'll have the same result: something to dangle over your head as a threat. It will seem entirely cruel, but your brother simply wants you to stay where you always had, next to him, and he doesn't care how he makes that happen. If you fight back, he'll fight harder to keep you with him. If you reciprocate, he'll fall deeper into depravity with you. Your relationship is closer than that of siblings now.

But, even if your relationship sinks deeper into degeneracy or turmoil, Al will still want to reminisce with activities of your younger years. He'll still want to drink with you and spend time with you and you alone. It's hard to get outright loyalty from someone like Al, but you'll be the closest you can get. If you play your cards right (and if that's what you want your relationship to become) perhaps he'll dedicate himself to you fully.

Above all, you're still the sibling that he was closest to throughout his childhood, so no matter how different your relationship becomes in the future, it'll be you who he'll always end up seeking appraisal and approval from. There'll be times his want for affection from you will surprise even him. He shouldn't want approval from someone he owns. He shouldn't want to smother someone he usually teases. No matter how high Alastor’s ego and aspirations become, no matter how twisted the means to his desirable ends become, the one comforting constant he'll always want is you.

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