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hellenicrisis · 6 months

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Does Hellenism have a Holy Book? Or like a Bool with Rules,Customs,Offerings etc?? Kinda like a Bible :>

Hey there, sunshine! ☀️

Hellenic paganism doesn't have one single piece of holy scripture like Abrahamic religions do. Our texts are a little more scattered. We have the Homeric Hymns and the Orphic Hymns, each are a collection of hymns and prayers to the gods. There is also Hesiod's Theogony, an epic 1000+ line poem that details the genealogies of the gods, and also Hesiod's Works and Days, which is more on the subject of morality and farming, but includes good lessons on how to interact with the gods.

You can buy these online in the forms of physical books, but there should also be free pdf versions of them out there, as well as websites that have the entire collection of hymns written out.

As for a text that gives instructions regarding customs and offerings, there isn't one set, singular text that I know of. We learn from historical and archaeological research, from writings like those listed above, and from each other. There are modern books on Hellenic paganism and its practices written by scholars that you could look for. Some are expensive though, and if you do enough digging on the internet yourself, you should be able to come up with some information.

I could teach you a couple basics right now.

1. Be clean when praying

There is a line in Hesiod's Works and Days that reads, "Never pour a libation of sparkling wine to Zeus after dawn with unwashen hands, nor to others of the deathless gods."

This line refers to the custom of washing our hands before giving offerings or libations to the gods. There is a water we make, I think with burnt herbs in it, called khernips that is used to clean our hands. You don't have to use it though (I don't) and simply washing your hands normally works just as well. I believe it also symbolises being generally clean. Being ready for your day and in a good state when presenting yourself to the gods is important, I think.

2. How to pray

Here is a post I found about how to pray in Hellenic paganism. I found it very helpful and I've been pagan for years now, so I think it could help you. (Link)

Also a note, we have a version of "amen" that can be said at the end of prayers, if that sense of closing off makes prayer easier for you. I know it did for me. The word is "khaire", and as I understand it, it means "blessings" or "good wishes". You can say it to someone or to close a prayer.

EDIT: "Khaire" or "khairete" can be used. They both mean "hail" or "farewell" or "blessings". "Khaire" is to address one, and "khairete" is to address a group.

3. Ouranic and chthonic

Quick run down on ouranic and chthonic. Ouranic means celestial, and it is how we refer to gods who live on the surface and in Olympus. These include Zeus, Hera, Apollo, Aphrodite, etc. Chthonic means underground, and it is used to refer to gods who live in the Underworld. These are Hades, Persephone (half the year at least), and Thanatos.

In Ancient times, offerings to ouranic deities were either libations poured to them in a bowl or cup or the smoke of burning food. It is believed that the essence of the food would be carried up to the gods through the smoke. Looking at this in modern day, incense smoke is an excellent offering and we can leave food offerings and libations out on the altar along with a lit candle.

Offerings to chthonic deities usually went in the ground, so that it may be absorbed through the earth and reach the gods in the Underworld that way. Usually libations were poured out on the ground and food offerings buried in a dug hole. If you have a garden or pot plants and your offerings are safe for them then the practice can be replicated that way. I've also seen people use boxes on the altar, putting offerings inside and closing it, symbolising burying it.

Or you can simply treat chthonic deities the same as ouranic deities when giving offerings. Whatever works best for you, but this is what was done traditionally.

4. Read the myths

Read the myths of the gods you wish to worship. You learn a lot and can come to your own conclusions about your worship by learning about their stories and roles in society.

This may all seem like a lot now, and not having one singular piece of decisive scripture can be challenging if you're used to having one, but it does get easier. You'll settle and find your feet. Knowing these things will become second nature, and you will build your own practice based on them. No one's worship looks the same, especially with paganism, and that's as it should be.

Thank you so much for asking, sunshine! So sorry for the long response, but I figured I'd rather leave you with some starting points and things to investigate. Please feel free to send another ask or dm me in future if you have any more questions.

Khaire! ☀️

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pedroshotwifey · 28 days

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*slaps more money on the table*

👀 So basically, I can’t seem to finish any WIPs with this man, he is a ball of lust but I can’t write him. 😭😭😭

Javier Peña you and your sexy self frustrate me! But I also want to request a Drabble for my birthday (Sunday 3/31 - which I should have requested this earlier this week. 😖)

Anyway whenever you finish it is fine.

I would like some sweetness and smut from Javi because if there’s a time to be completely self-indulgent, it’s on your birthday. 🥳

Thank you in advance love! ❤️

*Gives money back*

This one's on the house. 😉

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NERDIE!!! 🥳🥳🥳

As requested, here is your birthday sweetness and smut:

Pairing: Javier Peña x fem!reader

Rating: Explicit

W/C: 1.3k

Salty Sweet

*****

“Javi, are you home?”

You take a step into your dark and too-quiet apartment, looking around for any trace of your boyfriend. You know, despite the fact that you couldn’t get your birthday off, Javi was able to stay home so he’d be here when you got back. But so far, it looks like he might be out. You frown, more curious as to where he might be than upset though.

You sigh and slip your shoes off, exhausted from the day you had. It seems like you didn’t get a break at all on top of having to stay late. You love your job, but they really don’t give a rat’s ass if it’s your birthday or your last day on earth. If you want to keep up with the competitive pay, you better do what they ask, no matter how many hours of overtime you may be working.

You’re taking your coat off when you hear a sudden clatter from the kitchen, and then a whispered curse right after. You can’t help the smile that creeps up. This idiot is trying to surprise you. If you had to guess, you’d say he probably just slammed his foot into one of the chairs in the dark.

“Javi?” you try to keep the amusement from breaching your tone. He doesn’t answer, of course, so you make your way to the kitchen. You reach to turn the light on but stop in your tracks at the sight that beholds you.

The entire kitchen is decorated. There are fairy lights hanging on the walls and around the table, ribbons and balloons in your favorite colors spread tastefully throughout the room, lit candles on every surface, and a cute birthday banner hanging on the back wall. And in the middle of it all is Javi, standing next to the table which holds what might be the most beautiful little cake you’ve ever seen.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” he says through his beaming smile. He knows he did good.

Your eyes start to get misty as you walk toward him and throw your arms around his neck. “Thank you so much, Javi. You didn’t have to do all this.”

He tuts as he embraces you and presses a kiss to the side of your head. “Of course I didn’t have to, but you deserve it, hermosa. So much.”

You lean up and press a kiss to his lips, a tear slipping down your cheek as you do so. You hadn’t realized how overwhelmed you’d been all day. Just as you deepen the kiss, Javi groans against your lips and forces himself back.

“One more thing,” he breathes against your mouth before moving to the fridge. You watch with peaked interest as he swings the door open and pulls out a can of whipped cream. He shuts the door and smiles devilishly as he shakes the can. You open your mouth to ask what the hell that’s for at the same time he pats the table.

“Hop up, cariño.”

It’s not until you see the mischievous glint in his eye that you understand what he wants. You immediately feel a throb between your legs. The two of you had talked before about doing something like this, but you hadn’t realized it would be happening so soon. Not that you complain as you quickly follow his instructions and clamber onto the table.

He smirks wildly at you as he pops the top off of the can and rucks your skirt up. You sit up and allow him to bunch it around your waist. A small shriek escapes your lips as Javi brings your panties down as well, leaving you bare for him.

You can already see the bulge pressing against his pants. When you look at his face, his expression is almost pained as he looks between your thighs.

“Gonna taste even sweeter now, baby,” he practically moans. His eyes flick up to catch your stare and he flashes you a smile. “Lay back for me,” he instructs. You obey quickly, laying down until the back of your head touches the table.

The first spurt of the cold cream comes unexpectedly, making you yelp as it lands on your clit and starts to slide down. Javi only laughs. “Always so sensitive,” he teases.

You whimper in response as you stare at the dimly-lit ceiling. Even though you’re not watching him right now, you know that Javi’s getting on his knees in front of you. He gently parts your folds with his thumbs as the melting whipped cream travels to your hole. Just as you feel it land there, he leans forward and scoops it up with his tongue, so gentle that it makes you shiver.

Your hips chase his mouth as he pulls away, but his hand comes up to push one of your knees.

“Javi, p-please,” you beg quietly. You’re almost surprised how quickly this has gotten you pent up.

He chuckles as you let your eyes drift to his kneeling form. “Patience, baby,” is all he says. He keeps his eyes on yours as he lifts the can again and squirts some whipped cream into his mouth and then sets it down again. He just winks before leaning forward and putting his mouth on your cunt.

You moan as he starts to spread it with his lips and tongue, making a complete mess out of you. The sensation of both the heat and cold makes you dizzy, delirious for more. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, the cold and softness of it mixed with his strong, warm tongue as it begins to lick up and down and inside of you.

He holds your thighs open as he swirls your clit with the tip of his tongue before going lower and dipping it into your hole.

“God, you taste so fucking good, hermosa,” he praises through a groan.

“Feels good,” you moan in reply.

Suddenly, you feel his tongue push into you again, fucking you with the muscle as he reaches for the can again. He curls within you as he puts another squirt on your clit. When he comes back up to envelop your clit with his plush lips, the cream sloshing between the two of you, your hands find their way into his hair. You tug on the strands as he sucks harshly, flicking his tongue as he does so. He drinks up the cream and alternates between pressure as he swallows.

It doesn’t take long for you to start to feel your body warming in suspense of an orgasm. Javi continues to tease and suckle your clit, and when he takes a hand off of your thigh to slide a finger inside of you, you know you’re done for. He hooks his finger as he pumps it and you’re immediately clenching around it, moaning as you pull his hair harder.

He helps you through it, growling and sending vibrations to your twitching clit before removing his finger and licking up the mixture of your release and the whipped cream. He keeps licking and sucking until there’s barely a trace of the sweet dessert left on your cunt. When he’s done, he licks his lips and sits black to look at your face.

You’re panting, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and looking utterly gorgeous. He finds himself smiling as you shoot him a grin, already knowing what the next words from your mouth are going to be.

“Your turn.”

As much as he would like that, he knows it’ll have to wait a bit. He still has a pile of presents to give you and your favorite dinner to make. Tonight is about you, but he certainly won’t object if you still want to return this favor a little later.

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obsessedelusional · 1 year

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small town girl

paring ✦ Bella Ramsey x Fem!Reader

summary ✦ Bellas latest roll has them filming in your tiny home town. They come into you work taking notice of you, wanting to get to know you. After spending a few months together, you form feelings. What happens when you ask to define the relationship before Bella leaves back to England? ANGSTY possible part two if y’all want

word count ✦ 1,700ish

authors note ✦ this was suppose to be a cute little fluffy moment but it turned into angst REAL QUICK lmao I’m basically at 800 followers so thank you love y’all sm

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Bella: do you want anything from the coffee shop

costar: yeah get me a latte pls oat milk

Bella: okay

“Can I get you something?” Bella looks up from their phone, apparently the line had moved a lot faster. Because here Bella was holding up the line, stood a few feet away from the counter. People behind them groaning in annoyance.

“Uh sorry.. Can I get a latte with oat milk and…” Bella trails off when they finally make eye contact with the Barista behind the counter, you. A sweet smile is spread across your lips waiting for a response from the mysterious person in front of them. You lived in a rather small town, a small enough town where everyone knew everyone.

A goofy smile dawns their lips as they try to conjure up words, literally anything at this point. They manage to spit out the rest of their order. You’re too busy tapping away at the register in front of you to notice their lovingly stare.

“That’ll be eleven dollars and fifty cents.” You speak up, bringing Bella back down to earth just long enough to fish out a twenty dollar bill. Before you can enter it into the till, they tell you to keep the change.

“Thank you.” You respond. Bella mentally cursing them self for essentially paying twenty dollars for two cups of coffee but the smile on your face makes it worth every penny.

“Name for the order?” You ask picking up a sharpie and a cup.

“Bella.” They blurt out. You say their name aloud as you write it down, they like their name so much more when it’s coming out your mouth. Bella only realizes they’re staring when you instruct them to wait at pick up spot so you can continue helping customers. They nod yes before moving so you can do your job. Your coworker, Maddie is busy making the drinks while you run the register. As you ring up the next customer you can’t help but notice that they’re full on checking you out.

Bella eventually gets their drinks, ready to leave but not with out making eye contact with you one more time. Leaving you with a smile spread softly across their lips and a small wave. Eventually the line dies down and the small rush of customer is dealt with.

“Who was that?” Maddie asks stealing your attention away from the table your wiping down.

“Who?”

“Bella.”

“I don’t know.” You say with a shrug of your shoulders.

“They were high key checking you out.” Maddie teases.

“You noticed?” You asked, you had noticed too. Thought maybe you were overreacting.

—

Bella decided they’d come back the next day. And everyday till they were done filming in this town, wanting desperately to get to know you better. This time when they walk in your busy dealing with a perverse male customer. Bella gets in line behind the man, listening in on the conversation.

“Come on, just take my number?” The man begs.

“No as I’ve said before, a hundred times I’m not into your type.” You sneer not noticing Bella standing there.

“What do you mean by that?” The man leans over the counter causing you to take a step back noticing Bella’s existence. You smile before facing the annoying man again.

“Can you go away? I have an actual paying customer to assist.” You say motioning to Bella, the man head whips around gaze landing on Bella. Rolling his eyes before pushing away from the counter, leaving the coffee shop.

“Sorry about that.” You apologize, reassuming your position at the register.

“No I’m sorry you have to deal with that.” Bella replies, concern heavy in their voice.

“It’s fine. You kinda get used to it being a female in this kind of work.” You smile, grateful Bella is here when it’s slow. No other customers to take up your time, giving your full attention to Bella.

“Doesn’t make it okay.”

“I started wearing these so maybe men would get the hint to leave me alone.” You explain, pointing to the pride pins in your work apron. A lesbian flag proudly centered in the middle. Bella is confused momentarily cause you weren’t wearing those yesterday. They would of definitely noticed that, right? Either way it only makes them want to get to know you more.

“It also pisses off all the old hicks in this town. So that a plus.” You laugh softly, Bella joins in.

“You’re not from around here? What brings you here?” You ask as an attempt to keep the conversation moving forward. It’s apparent they’re not from here, their accent isn’t familiar. Bella hesitate part of them hating talking about their job to strangers, no matter how they worded it. It felt like bragging.

“Uh.. the show I’m working on is filming here for a few months.”

“That’s cool. So you’re like famous?” You ask curiously.

“I guess you can say that.” Bella laughs awkwardly.

“In anything I would’ve heard of?”

“Probably not.” Bella responds. Part of Bella hated talking about their fame.

“Oh. Well what can I get you?” You ask, they respond with their order. Paying and leaving a generous tip again. Maddie is on their break so you make their drink. Once it’s finished you pass it to Bella, your hands make contact briefly. You both smile when it happens. Just as Bella’s about to say their goodbyes, Maddie walks in from the back room noticing who’s here.

“You can go on your break now.” Maddie says mischievous grin on her face. Your face falls to confusion, you just took your break before she did. Before you can respond she shoos you.

“Join me?” Bella asks, regaining your attention. Bella wasn’t sure what came over them, never usually this forward.

“I don’t have to be back on set for a while.” Bella adds.

“Sure, one sec.” You respond, throwing your apron off and grabbing the drink you had been sipping on all morning. Making your way around the counter to the sitting area. Bella has already found a seat, you sit down with them. A few silent moments pass before you speak up.

“Where are you from?” You ask.

“England.” They respond, taking a sip out the drink you just made for them.

“Wow, you’re far from home. How you liking it here? Tiny little hick town in the middle of nowhere.”

“It’s definitely different. A nice different though, I’ve been spending so much time in big cities. Feels like a fresh breath of air.” Bella explains, absent minded as they fiddle with the rings on their fingers.

“Fresh air? More like cow shit but love that for you.” You tease, Bella laughs.

“Have you always lived here?” Bella asks.

“Kinda.”

“Kinda?”

“I was born in California. My mom was over the the big city life, moved us out here when I was four. Lived here since. I was suppose to go to college this year but she’s sick and I can’t imagine leaving her.” You explain, realizing your telling this random person your whole life story. For some reason it feels natural with Bella.

“Sorry for dumping all that on you.”

“It’s fine, I’m sorry she’s not doing well.”

Little did you know in that moment you two would become borderline inseparable. Bella would show up to the coffee shop every morning you worked. Anytime both of you were available, which wasn’t often, you two were together. Always snap chatting each other through out the day. Quickly you formed an attachment to Bella, dreading the day they’d have to leave. Leaving you all alone in this tiny town.

—

Almost three months has passed and you two had done everything a relationship entails without actually labeling it a relationship. Part of you terrified if you pushed too hard, you’d only push Bella away. Deciding early on that you’d leave it up to them where this relationship went. You grew to regret that when you started the feeling of love for Bella started bubbling up inside you, desperate to make it to the surface.

With Bella leaving in a few days you couldn’t handle it any longer. You were lounging in Bella’s bed, enjoying each others company. Both of you silently clicking away on your phones. You kept glancing to Bella praying, hoping that you weren’t going to have to be the one to define the relationship. This could quite possibly be the last time you see Bella. The next few days their schedule was packed and you worked, it was now or never.

“What are we doing?” You ask, barely comes out as a whisper.

“Uhh nothing.. laying here?” Bella responds.

“No like what are we doing?” You ask again, looking over to Bella trying to gauge their reaction. Immediately they tense up, backing away from you.

“I was just wondering cause you’re leaving soon and-“

“We’re just friends,” Bella says but they don’t even sound confident in their statement. You sit up, your blood beginning to boil. You get out of bed reaching for your clothes on the floor. Bella tries to stop you grabbing your wrist, you pull away forcefully.

“I didn’t mean that. I don’t know what we are. I’m leaving, I live all the way on the other side of the fucking planet.” They spit, their voice now filled with anger. They’re following in your lead hurriedly throwing their clothes on. Regret on their behalf settling in quickly.

“Fuck this.” You cry, finally dressed. Grabbing your phone and keys that laid on the bed side table. Nearly out the door before Bella catches up, they grab your arm forcing you to face them.

“Wait please, this will never-” They plead with you, only for you to cut them off mid sentence.

“If you’re just going to tell me some bullshit about how this is over. I don’t want to hear it, I’ve heard enough.” You respond, pulling away from their embrace for the last time. Bella says your name as a last stitch effort to keep you around.

“No fuck you. You don’t just get to bulldoze yourself into my life, make me fall in love with you just to break my fucking heart.” The words come out more nasty than you had wanted but it’s too late. Bella’s stood there, speechless. With that your gone never seeing Bella again.

Part 2??

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hummingbirdspark · 4 months

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Feel free to use these ideas if you want! You do not need to credit me, but just let me know you did so I can read it.

Details for the story ideas under the cut

Kidnapped and forced to do maths

Pretty self-explanatory, they get locked in cells equipped with digital blackboards and stuff and can’t leave until they answer enough questions right. Penalties for wrong answers is death. Perhaps opportunities for teamwork?

Kipo and the age of Wonderbeasts au

Might not make sense if you haven’t seen Kipo but Carmilla uses megamute dna to try and make humans able to live on the surface, but after getting kicked out of her burrow, she has to wander the surface, looking for humans desperate enough to accept her ‘help’. I already have a bulletfic for how each of them gets found and mutated

Steven Universe au

Mechanisms as the Off-Colors. Gems thst either rebelled against or were thrown out by the diamonds. They wander the galaxy, and sometimes assist gem rebellions. The moon war was fought over earth’s moon base, between the crystal gems and those loyal to the Diamonds.

Doctor who TMA au

Jon and Jonny were brothers on Gallifrey, and while Jon excelled in timelord school and became The Archivist, Jonny was distracted by paying off his father’s debts and failed, never to receive the title of “the Captain” or 12 regenerations. He didn’t stay mortal for long, as Carmilla found him like in cannon and mechanized both of his hearts. They stole a TARDIS called Aurora and fled to the stars. Many many years later, The Archivist finds his long lost brother when taking his companions, Martin, Tim, and Sasha to the Steamworld Intergalactic Music Festival

False domestic psychological prison

An enterprising young member of an intergalactic authority comes up with a new idea for these immortal criminals’ containment: the only prison the Mechanisms can’t escape is the one they don’t know they’re in. They capture the mechanisms and through a combination of the sedative effects of the Lotus, and some memory altering microchips, they get the Mechanisms to think they are just (mostly) normal people on a normal planet. To make them less likely to escape, they gave them something they never could have had before. Jonny gets respect as the owner of a tailor shop, with workers who call him sir, and trust and obey his judgement. Brian, as a priest is listened to in all his advice and praised for his wise moral decisions. Will they realize it’s a trick? Or stay living this lie forever?

Spaceteam fic

The Aurora gets stuck in a strange wormhole (bifrost?) and she can’t operate anything but basic piloting. Suddenly strange new controls are on the bridge, as well as whole other consoles of controls. Instructions for what to do are provided on screens, but they don’t match the control each mechanism sees on their console. Luckily they’re all within shouting distance, but they will have to learn to work together… as a spaceteam. Set Sigmaclapper to 5! Soak Ferrous Holospectrum! Baste the Emergency Whittler!

Summer Camp Councilors

Human au where the mechanisms are councilors at Camp Cosmo, with wacky hijinks, camp names, and songs. Several units of cabins inspired by the 4 story albums, a great spot on a canal with sea kayaking, regular kayaking, sailing, and canoeing. A high ropes and low ropes course, an archery range, and an arts and crafts area are also present for those who aren’t water crazy. Pack up your sense of adventure and extra flashlight batteries! Hopefully the campers won’t get into any drama…

Kofi rat from Small Saga meets Marius

This is for the KofiAssam fans out there! Our very own rat-tailed rover finds themself on a massive metal god dwelling and encounters The Metal Armed God!

Marius Von Raum finds a rat wearing clothing that seems to be able to play the mandolin. Good thing he learned to speak rat when he and Toy Soldier went to that candy planet where Toy Soldier somehow became a prince…

Steam Powered Giraffe roleswap

What if Doctor Carmilla lived on earth and created nine singing automatons that could self repair?

What if Colonel P. A. Walter mechanized 6 humans with blue matter to create a force of galactic heroes, that then forgot their original names?

1920s American speakeasy

Probably heavily based on Lackadaisy. Carmilla’s Speakeasy is a great place to get illegal alcohol, and its secret entrance is inside the Cafe Aurora. The owner, Carmilla herself is illusive at best, and her seeming to only show her face at night has lead to rumors of her being a vampire or witch. Rumors that are only worsened when she gave each of her employees a strange new gift: pins, that she insists are a new part of their uniform to be worn at all times. The purpose of the pins is made clear when Jonny is shot by a rival rumrunner while on a job and comes back from the dead.

SCP contains Brian and Toy Soldier

Brian was on MJE and Toy Soldier was under direct orders from a researcher to not escape. The only question is would Doctor Bright be an expert on immortality, or would letting him know about The Mechanisms be a terrible idea?

Marius backstory oneshot based on the christmas armistice

There are many things Byron Marius expected to hear in the middle of a war. The pound of bullets, the screams of other soldiers, and crash of giant robot mechas overhead. What he didn’t expect to hear was singing.

Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht

That’s all, folks

I have way too many ideas.

#the mechanisms #poll #fandom polls #sparky’s polls #the mechanisms fanfic

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pttwice · 6 months

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may you do a story of nd!momo masking and her caregiver (you can pick) doesnt notice. at the end of the day everything starts to weigh on momo and it becomes to much for her and she breaks down

hi anon :) of course! i feel like little nd!momo would be good at masking :( not always a good thing and i know it can be really hard, but i know that her caregiver would be so sweet to her

30 minutes

|| littlend!momo, cg!jeongyeon ||

Tying your shoes, buttoning a shirt, and talking to people. These are things Momo had done a trillion times at least and would be doing until she was no longer on Earth. As someone with dyspraxia, it was sometimes difficult to do things that, to most people, are pretty easy tasks.

Through therapy as a kid and a lot of love and encouragement from her parents, Momo was able to deal with her dyspraxia fairly well. Being on Sixteen with the eventual other members of Twice helped to boost her confidence but also made her lose a part of herself in a way.

The troubles Momo faced that all the other girls didn't resulted in her being eliminated, only to be brought back. The relief and sheer joy that was coursing through Momo when her name was called to be the last member of Twice was immeasurable.

Through years of working with the girls and endless encouragement when she struggled, she felt like she could do anything in the world.

There were still days Momo had trouble doing the basics. Most of the time she was able to hide it from her members when she was having trouble and stumbled her way — quite literally — through her day. Oftentimes though, her problems with her dyspraxia and regression merged. These days were exceptionally hard for Momo and sometimes, masking just wasn't enough.

"Do you need help zipping up your jacket, Momo?" Jeongyeon popped up behind the younger, a bright smile on her face as she zipped Momo's jacket up without question.

Momo just quietly thanked Jeongyeon, too embarrassed to admit just how long she had been standing in the middle of the living room trying to zip her jacket up. If she didn't notice, then there was no need for Momo to say anything anyway.

As the girls made their way to practice for an upcoming award show, Momo could feel that it was going to be a hard day. Everything was becoming increasingly harder as the day went on and it was only 1 in the afternoon.

When they arrived at the JYP building, Momo could barely take her regular shoes off to put on the shoes she usually wore to practice. She had to retie her laces three times before they were okay enough that they wouldn't untie and cause her to fall mid-practice.

"Ready to go, Momo?" Jeongyeon held out her hand to help Momo up as the younger nodded, a small smile on her face. Momo really hoped that Jeongyeon didn't watch her struggle to tie her shoes.

"Remember, focus on the footwork for Set Me Free since it's the hardest." Jihyo instructed the members before she turned the music on, the metronome helping Momo immensely to help count her in since she was having a little trouble with it.

"Momo, make sure your foot's a little to the left"

"Momo, try to bend your arm a bit more."

"Momo, that moves next."

For hours, Momo made mistake after mistake. All her members were helping her, but she just couldn't get the moves right. Every single time she tried to move one way her body moved another way.

When they took a break, Momo leaned on Jeongyeon, a tired and dissatisfied sigh leaving her. It was getting harder and harder to avoid a meltdown and keep trying but she knew this was important. She couldn't keep messing up and let her head get the best of her.

"Tired, Momo?" Jeongyeon let out a small chuckle and patted Momo's head, blissfully unaware of her friend's struggling. To Jeongyeon, Momo was just having a bit of an off day. All the girls had their off days. But Jeongyeon had no idea she had tried to zip her jacket up this morning for 30 minutes.

Momo just pursed her lips in a small smile, nodding at Jeongyeon's question. She forced herself up from the small couch in the back of the practice room and grabbed her water bottle. She turned around, trying to take the lid off, but her fingers weren't cooperating.

Momo got more frustrated by the second, trying and trying again to take the lid off, but failing every time. She turned to try and find someone to help her, but then she remembered that she couldn't let her members worry. Having her members worry was what led her to hours of scolding and extra practice during sixteen. Worrying got her disqualified. Worrying was nothing good. So even though she was really thirsty, Momo just put her water bottle away and opted to wait until their break was over.

"Momo, please try again." Nayeon sighed, a little annoyed that she had to break off to reteach Momo a section of the song. Nayeon wasn't sure why the younger was having so much trouble. She was fine to help her, but she was getting tired and she would much rather be taking a break and not teaching.

Momo just mumbled a small ‘sorry’, looking back up into the mirror. For the last time, Momo repeated the same moves she had been messing up for the past 10 minutes. Finally, she had gotten it. Her body sagged in relief when she was finished, but when she looked back up at herself again in the mirror, everything felt off.

Momo saw herself as that idol who always embarrassed herself on TV because she couldn't speak well. She saw the teenager struggling to remember the most basic dance moves and getting eliminated. She saw the elementary school kid who couldn't tie her shoes even though she was 10 years old. She saw the same Momo this morning who couldn't even zip her jacket up in 30 minutes.

She couldn't keep a happy face anymore.

Momo looked away from herself in the mirror and ran out of the practice room, slamming the door behind her as she dipped into the practice room next door.

Jeongyeon looked up from her phone just as Momo slammed the door. She quickly got up and went over to Nayeon, worry laced in her voice as she spoke to the oldest. "What just happened?"

Nayeon looked at Jeongyeon extremely confused and worried. "I-I don't know. I was just helping her and she finally got the moves down. Five seconds later she was looking in the mirror and just ran out.

Jeongyeon stared at Nayeon for a few seconds before guilt washed over her. How could she have been so blind when Momo was struggling the entire day? She couldn't zip up her jacket. She kept having to retie her shoes. She couldn't remember the dance well.

Jeongyeon sighed and shook her head, thanking Nayeon before she went out to look for Momo. It didn't take long as she peeked into the next practice room and saw Momo curled up on one of the couches.

Jeongyeon slowly opened the door, her heart breaking as soon as she heard Momo sobbing. Jeongyeon walked over to the couch and sat down beside Momo, reaching a careful hand out to pat her back.

"Are you okay, Momo?"

At the sound of Jeongyeon's voice, Momo shot up, wrapping her arms around Jeongyeon's neck. Her sobs were muffled by Jeongyeon's shoulder and the older could feel Momo shaking with each sob she let out.

"It's okay, Mo. I've got you. Take as much time as you need."

Momo somehow crawled her way onto Jeongyeon's lap, the older girl rubbing her back up and down to help sooth her. "I-I tried to-jus' wan'ed to-"

"It's okay, sweet girl. You don't have to say anything. I know it's hard to talk right now."

Momo just nodded and continued to cry into Jeongyeon's shoulder, her whole body feeling heavy now as she finally let herself deal with everything she was holding back.

It took an hour for Jeongyeon to calm Momo down enough and by the time Momo's sobs had died down to sniffles and hiccups, they had made it back to Jeongyeon's apartment. She carried the little into her bedroom and sat her down on the bed, grabbing a pair of pajamas and her Barbie pillow she kept at Jeongyeon's.

Jeongyeon handed Momo her Barbie pillow which the little immediately pulled to her chest. She slipped her practice pants off and laid her down. Momo was distracted enough with the pillow that Jeongyeon was able to quickly change her into a pull up and her pajama pants.

Whenever Jeongyeon had to take the pillow to slip her pajama top on, a loud whine left the little's mouth. "Wan' pillow!"

"I know, baby. I'm sorry, but I'm just gonna slip your shirt on and you'll have Barbie right back." Jeongyeon gave Momo a gentle peck on the cheek before quickly swapping her tops, handing her the Barbie pillow.

"There we go. Now my baby's all comfy." Jeongyeon sat down beside Momo and pulled out her iPad. She pulled up an app that they'd use to communicate sometimes and handed it to Momo. "Do you want to tell mama what happened today?"

Momo looked down at the iPad and nodded. She handed Jeongyeon her pillow and tapped on a few pictures. They were able to put in familiar pictures that Momo frequently used so she didn't have to struggle with typing everything out.

Once Momo was done, she handed the iPad back to her mama and took the pillow, resting her cheek against it as she watched Jeongyeon read through her pictures.

Jeongyeon frowned at the pictures that Momo had picked out. She could tell that the little felt guilty for taking so long to understand everything at practice, she was having a really hard day with her fine motor skills, she was trying hard to mask it because she didn't want to worry everyone, and she ran out of the room because of scary memories

"Were the scary memories from Sixteen, sweet girl?"

Tears formed at the corners of Momo's eyes at the mere mention of the show as she buried her face in Jeongyeon's chest. She nodded as a small whimper escaped her.

"I'm sorry you had such a hard time then, baby but you're safe and sound with us now. Mama will never let anything like that happen to you again." Jeongyeon kissed the crown of Momo's head and set the iPad down on the bed, wrapping her arms around the little.

"Any time you're having trouble with anything, just come to me and I'll help you. I promise I won't ever tease you or make fun of you. Mama's only here to help her sweet girl." Jeongyeon tilted Momo's head up and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She wiped away the few tears that fell and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

The rest of the evening was hard for Momo. She was still frustrated since she couldn't eat anything without Jeongyeon's help and whenever she tried to color to relax, her hands wouldn't cooperate with the crayons.

Momo ended up crying a few more times, but her mama was there with her every step of the way to encourage her and distract her. Jeongyeon played easy games with her that only involved pointing and she even read the little a few stories.

By bedtime, Momo was feeling much better. Her mama assured her that no matter how hard the day was, mama would always be there to help her tie her shoes or zip up her jacket. It made Momo feel special and it let her know that her mama really loved her.

#twice agere #twice fanfic #twice fic #littlend!momo #dyspraxia!momo #caregiver!jeongyeon #sfw #sfw interaction only #sfw agere

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shostakobitchh · 9 months

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Chapter 47: red sky

Severus was already in a foul mood after the first day, remembering why children were the bane of his existence. There had only been one cauldron explosion from a First Year Ravenclaw boy that had thought he could rewrite the fucking potion’s textbook on the first day. Severus had let him show off, until he’d added in foxglove before the potion had reached stasis and nearly melted his fucking face off.

He’d gone to the staff room to listen to the other professors complain only to find it deserted, aside from the last person on earth Severus wanted to see. Lupin was sitting at one of the tables with the Prophet and an untouched cup of tea, one leg crossed over the other as though he owned the fucking room. Severus thought about smashing his face into the table, the mess his face would leave and felt only minutely quelled.

Lupin inclined his head in greeting. Severus ignored him, thinking of the Scalping Hex he’d used on Potter with a certain fondness that would have left Dumbledore in tears.

He decided to make a cup of coffee and leave as quickly as possible when he noticed the wardrobe behind Lupin rattling. It skirted a few inches to the left, the knob shaking violently as the werewolf continued to read, unbothered.

“Boggart,” Lupin said, flipping through the pages idly. “I plan on using it with the Third Years as an introductory class.”

Severus snorted derisively. “I would expect a class of First Years to be able to defend themselves against a Boggart.”

Lupin only smiled that infuriating smile in response, amused. “You know, I think you underestimate the power of fear and the human imagination." he nodded towards the wardrobe, where the rattling had gotten louder — and somehow more menacing. "There’s much more involved than just conjuring up an image of your worst nightmare."

"They should know much more than just basic Banishment spells at this point," Severus glanced disdainfully at the wardrobe as Lupin craned his neck to look back as well.

He chuckled lightly. "Perhaps, but with their previous instruction I think they’ll benefit greatly from the concept of facing their fears; it's part of their growth."

Christ, he’d definitely spoken to Dumbledore about this. This was exactly the sort of half-baked, nauseating mindset that he’d tried to instill in Severus for the first several years of his reluctant teaching career. Dumbledore thought the little shits were shining beacons of hope, the key to the future. It was a bleak fucking future, if the brats were any indication of what was to come.

Severus rolled his eyes and sneered. “I do hope you won’t patronize the little idiots with that sort of rubbish. You brandished it far too often when we were students — do try to keep up with the times.”

“I’ll certainly keep that in mind,” Lupin said calmly, his gaze diverting back to the Prophet.

#aim and ignite #hp fanfic #snape fic #severus snape #snape #severitus #dad snape #harry potter fanfiction

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gittetj · 1 year

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I don't know if it's of any interest to my current followers, but once upon a time, I had a webcomic project called Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth aka. B.I.B.L.E. (you can still find the comic here)

My co-writer and I had the first volume of the comic published and went to conventions and sold merch sometimes. I have a bunch of both books and merch stuff still stored in my basement, but I'm moving house in two months and honestly don't feel like dragging it with me.

So, if you want to save an abandoned comic book or a print or a neat charm from getting incinerated, I'm giving it away for just the price it'll take to ship.

I'll probably keep our old Storenvy store open until the end of the year so I can keep track of it there. Everything costs $0.01 because they won't let me sell stuff for free :V

#b.i.b.l.e.

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Shattered Prime

A shattered glass / transformers prime fic made in collaboration with @paxspassages

Basic Premise of prologue: A ground bridge malfunction connects two universes TFP, and sgTFP, causing Ratchet and Senator to end up universe-swapped.

Prologue: The Malfunction

The ground bridge had been unoperational for hours now, and Ratchet could tell Wheeljack was getting impatient to leave, after all, he never stayed very long.

“Wheeljack,” Ratchet caught the attention of the fidgety bot, “do you see the lever to activate the ground bridge?”

“Yes.” Ratchet could hear Wheeljack move toward the control panel.

“You need to push the button to the right of it in order to reset the bridge.” Ratchet said, connecting some final wires.

“Scrap” Ratchet looked up to see Wheeljack had already pulled the lever to activate the ground bridge. Before Ratchet could yell at him, the ground bridge sputtered to life and the room was filled with a blinding white light.

The blinding light slowly dissipated, and Ratchet blinked as his eyes adjusted.

“WHEELJACK!” he scolded, furious at the wrecker’s inability to follow basic instructions. As he glanced around the base he realized Wheeljack wasn’t standing beside the control panel, but another, smaller, red and white bot was.

“Ratchet??” the bot gasped, it sounded like Starscream. A feeling of confusion and slight dread washed over Ratchet’s spark, but he had no time to figure out what happened as the Starscream-sounding bot lunged towards him. Ratchet was not a warrior, and he spent most of his time at base, but he did know how to handle himself in combat, in his own, unique way. He slyly scanned the bot tackling him, and with a well-placed strike-

THWACK!

He hit his attacker in the t-cog. He pushed the groaning plane off of him and was on his feet before the bot transformed back into his base mode, still curled on the ground in pain. Ratchet was about to move towards the control panel when he heard approaching footsteps and paused.

“Starscream, what on earth is all that racket?” It was Knockout, entering the room with Breakdown. But their colours were slightly off- Knockout was a shade of teal, and breakdown, though the same colour as Ratchet remembered, had some white plating, as well as some asymmetrical white stripes down his front. Both froze when they entered the room.

“Starscream! What happened?!” Knockout’s shoulder plating flared in surprise

“How’d an autobot get in here?” Breakdown stepped protectively in front of Knockout, and Ratchet took a defensive stance- he might have to fight his way out of here.

“Urgghh,” Starscream pushed himself upright, still clutching his side, “Don’t just stand there, grab him!” There wasn’t much Ratchet could do in a three on one fight, even if Starscream was slightly crippled, so he resorted to glaring at each of the decepticons as Breakdown put a firm hand on Ratchet’s shoulder.

“What do we do with him?” Knockout eyed Ratchet cautiously, “Can we just lock him in a room until Megatron gets back?” Ratchet did not like the sound of that. Something was definitely wrong, and he had to figure out what.

The decepticons did put Ratchet in a mostly empty storage room. He could just barely hear them arguing about someone they called “senator”. From what he saw of the base it was, in fact, Autobot Outpost Omega-1, but if it was, then why were the decepticons there? He pulled up the scan he had taken during his scuffle with Starscream. Something was off. Sure, the scan was of Starscream, but pulling up a previous scan, from when he had provided treatment for Starscream in the past, the Starscream he just saw was more colourful and less scrawny than the Starscream he knew. They were undoubtedly simultaneously the same and different…somehow.

Starscream had definitely done something wrong when restarting the ground bridge. When the bright flash subsided, Senator took note of his surroundings and was taken aback when he saw Slicer standing where Starscream should have been. At least, he was pretty sure it was Slicer.

“What are you doing here?” He inquired cautiously, knowing it was better to never truly trust the mercenary before him

“What?” Slicer blinked, “Where’s Ratchet?”

“He’s not- what? Wait, where did-” Senator was so confused, but his questions were cut short when the approaching footsteps stopped in the doorway, and he locked eyes with two autobots- a large green bot and a smaller yellow one.

“Stay back!” Senator brandished the wrench in his hand, it was the only weapon he had on him, and was far less intimidating than his regular gun, but it would have to do.

“Woah, hold on a minute, where did he come from?” The larger bot approached him, undeterred by the wrench

“What are you doing in the base?!” Senator looked over at Slicer, “Did you bring them here?!”

The smaller yellow bot produced numerous beeping noises that Senator didn’t quite understand at first, but he thought that he was questioning Slicer.

“How should I know where Ratchet is? He was right next to the bridge, then next thing I know this guy is here” Slicer didn’t seem to recognize him, in fact, none of the autobots were addressing him. Maybe he could sneak away while they were arguing? It was incredibly risky, but what else was he supposed to do when the base was filled with autobots? A stupid plan was better than no plan, he thought.

A new level of terror hit Senator’s spark when Optimus walked into the room. He had a red paintjob, but Senator was certain this was the autobot leader, and he was incredibly imposing. By the time he had a chance to think, without realizing how dangerous this stunt would be, his wrench left his hand and bounced off the side of Optimus’ head with a TING.

Optimus barely flinched as the wrench impacted, then it fell to the ground, having done nothing but probably anger the autobot leader.

“Scrap” Senator squeaked to himself; he was most certainly going to die here.

Ratchet stood in the corner of the room, so he could hear fragments of the conversations taking place loudly elsewhere in the base. A small amount of energon was trickling down his arm, part of his plating removed to reach his communicator. Ratchet had to contact his team, and his communicator wasn’t working. He wasn’t sure how to fix it yet, but he had the start of a plan.

He heard footsteps approaching and had just tucked his communicator out of sight right before the door opened. He was now face-to-face with Megatron. Megatron glanced down at Ratchet’s arm and looked rather concerned to see it partially dissected.

“KNOCKOUT!” Megatron called as he strode forward, Ratchet had no time to retreat before Megatron grabbed each of Ratchet’s hands in his own.

“What are you doing?” Megatron looked worriedly into Ratchet’s eyes, “Please don’t do that.” Megatron spoke softly to him

“WHAT, I’M A LITTLE BUSY.” Knockout finally called back, his voice filled with enough sass to get him killed, if this was the Megatron Ratchet knew.

“JUST GET IN HERE, KNOCKOUT!” Megatron’s voice was loud, but it was concern, not anger.

“Yes?” Knockout said, sliding into view.

“Take a look at this, is it fixable? Can you fix this?” Ratchet had never heard such kindness from Megatron, even when they were friends long ago.

“Eeugh” Knockout squirmed, “Did he do that to himself?”

Megatron looked at Knockout with a pleading look, but said nothing more.

“Yes, I think I can fix it.” Knockout looked closer at the wound and Ratchet tried, to no avail, to pull his arm free from Megatron’s grasp, “But he will have to stop wiggling.”

Knockout fixed Ratchet’s arm, at least, he tried to. Ratchet looked at Knockout’s “finished” work and made a note to himself that he would have to fix it later. Once Knockout and Megatron left, he could overhear some discussions between Megatron and Starscream

“Someone needs to keep an eye on him” Megatron said

“You can’t be suggesting we put someone in there with him after what he did to me” Starscream complained, “He’s mad.”

“Please don’t say things like that” Megatron sounded rather offended on Ratchet’s behalf.

The conversation faded out like they had walked further away, so Ratchet continued to plan. He turned his communicator around in his hand a few times. It was not damaged at all, but wouldn’t connect to any frequency. Maybe if he could boost the signal somehow…

Ratchet pried a panel off the wall to reveal some wires. Careful not to cut any necessary wires, he removed some parts and began affixing them to his communicator. Suddenly, the door opened, he didn’t hear anyone approach, Ratchet thought he may have pulled the wrong wire, but when he glanced over at the doorway, where a small feline beastformer stood growling.

“Cease!” the feline hissed, looking at the panel Ratchet had taken off the wall, “Where is he?” the cat stalked forwards.

“Where is who?” Ratchet didn’t recognize this bot, though they were certainly a decepticon, judging by the badge on their shoulder.

“Senator.” They glared at Ratchet

“I don’t know who that is.” Ratchet shrugged and began ignoring the cat’s further interrogation before asking, “Where is Optimus?”

“Useless!” the cat grumbled as their tail flicked in anger, “You’re useless!”

“Ravage?” A familiar voice carried down the hall as Raf appeared, “Ravage, Soundwave is looking for you.”

Of course, Ratchet thought, Soundwave had more than one cassette bot at one point, Ravage was well known for being annoyingly good at sneaking past autoboot guards on cybertron, but cassette bots usually didn’t talk.

“Um,” Raf placed a hand on Ravage’s side, “Soundwave wanted to talk to you. I can watch him while you go.” Ravage pondered for a moment, gaze shifting between Ratchet and Raf.

“You touch him,” Ravage growled, “You die.” Before scampering off to the main area of the base.

“Rafael,” Ratchet said, caught off guard by the boy’s presence.

“How do you know my name?” Raf looked up at him, confused.

“It’s… hard to explain and sounds rather unreasonable.” Ratchet

“Well, everyone already thinks you’re kind of crazy,” Raf chuckled, “Try to explain it. I can withhold judgement.” Ratchet had to admit that Raf not recognizing him did hurt a little, but only solidified his theory.

“I am not from here, primus this sounds stupid out loud, I think the ground bridge malfunctioned while I was fixing it, and,” Ratchet sighed at the absurdity, “And it sent me to another dimension.”

“Like the shadow zone?” Raf tilted his head to the side.

“Similar, but different. Where the shadow zone is a plane within one universe, somehow a single ground bridge malfunction connected the two universes briefly…” Ratchet was still puzzled at that part- events like the shadow zone occur when ground bridges interact with each other, so what was the significance of this dimension?

“We had a ground bridge malfunction, too.” Raf explained, “Starscream said he activated the ground bridge rather than resetting it, and then Senator disappeared.”

“That is… eerily similar to what occurred before I came here.” Ratchet paused briefly, “Who is Senator?” Ratchet finally had someone he felt like he could trust to give him answers.

“Senator is one of the decepticons here, protecting earth” Raf then added, sadly “And he is my friend,”

“I think I may have a way to reach him,” Ratchet saw the hope brighten Raf’s eyes, “If you dial the ground bridge to the previous coordinates, the ones that connected the universes, you may be able to use this to send a message.” Ratchet passed his modified communicator to Raf.

“How do I convince the others to trust you?” Raf said, holding the device

“I don’t know,” Ratchet said, “But I have faith in you. The Raf that I know is my friend, I don’t see why I should trust you any less.” Raf nodded and walked off own the hall, leaving Ratchet unguarded. He heard Raf talking in the distance, but he couldn’t make out what he was saying. Ratchet hoped that his modified communicator, when paired with the ground bridge, would be able to boost the signal enough so that, if this was another universe, he could reconnect with his own.

Senator hadn’t moved for a long time, cautiously watching as more autobots joined in conversation, wondering how he got here, but they barely addressed him. It’s not like he wanted to answer their questions, so he was very brief. At least Optimus seemed to forgive him for tossing a wrench at him. He still had no idea why he was in a base filled with autobots, a base that looked exactly like the decepticon base. Then his eyes caught something across the room, on the balcony, the kids were there. He carefully and stealthily made his way across the base, never straying far from the wall to keep the most distance between him and the autobots.

“Raf!” Senator said in a cautious whisper, “What are you doing here?”

“…What are you doing here?” Raf peeked over the edge of the balcony to look at Senator

“How do you know his name?” Jack narrowed his eyes at Senator

“I know all of you, Jack.” Senator couldn’t explain what he couldn’t understand

“Woah” Miko leaned precariously over the edge of the balcony to look at him, “Do you know my name?” At this point, the yellow autobot had noticed their conversation and made his way over, and Senator felt himself tense at the bot’s presence.

The bot whirred and beeped, asking something of Raf.

“He doesn’t seem dangerous, Bee.” Raf shrugged, “I don’t think he’s going to hurt us.”

“Hurt you?” Senator was floored by the blatant remark, “I would never! We vowed to protect earth’s inhabitants!” This definitely got the attention of the autobots who looked rather confused at his statement

“But you’re a decepticon,” Miko gave him a puzzled look, “Evil an everything?”

“I’m a decepticon,” Senator returned Miko puzzled expression, “But it is the decepticons that are allied with the humans, not the autobots.” The confusion continued to spread around the room

“What universe are you from, that’s completely backwards!” joked a bot that Senator didn’t recognize, “The autobots are the good guys.” Something was certainly wrong here, Senator felt confused and out of place. The autobots being good? That doesn’t sound possible, he thought, but then again, none of this seemed normal.

WHOOSH

The entire base grew silent as the ground bridge sparked to life with no explanation. Senator and Raf were the first to look over to the main screen, lit up with an incoming transmission. Senator held out a hand to Raf, and the boy hopped on with little hesitation. Senator placed him on the keyboard so he could answer the call. The screen glitched slightly as the call connected. On the screen was Raf and Soundwave.

“Soundwave!” Senator exclaimed, breaking the silence

“Senator!” Raf’s voice came from the other side of the call, his eyes widened as he locked eyes with Raf and he added, “Wow, Ratchet was right.” This caught the attention of the autobots, and Optimus came over to stand next to Senator.

“Senator, are you okay?!” Ravage had hopped up onto Soundwave’s shoulders, “Shock, I was worried you were gone for good!” Ravage shook their head in relief. Senator chuckled to himself, there was no way Ravage would let him out of their sight ever again.

“My spark hasn’t given out yet, which is saying something, considering I am in a base full of autobots.” The autobots seemed to pose no threat, but Senator still tensed a little as Optimus leaned in beside him.

“Ratchet,” Optimus said, peering at the screen, “Are you okay?” The three on the call looked behind them to see Ratchet approaching, and Ravage let out a low snarl.

“I’m fine Optimus,” Ratchet ignored the cassette bot’s posturing as he came to stand next to Soundwave.

The rest of Senator’s team was slowly filtering into the main area, each teammate voicing their relief in his being alive. It was interesting to see how similar each team was, each side of the call had an overwhelming air of relief, but there was still some anxiety in their situation.

“How are you going to get back, Senator?” Megatron’s presence made the team of autobots bristle, not so different from the decepticons’ reaction to Optimus

“I had nothing to do with this,” Senator began, “but I’ll take a guess and say that the ground bridge doesn’t look stable enough for travel.” The ground bridge, at least on their end, was flickering and popping with unstable energy

“It’s not,” Ratchet said through the feed, “It’s unlikely the connection will last very long.”

In perfect timing, their conversation was suddenly interrupted by the beeping of an alert. At first, Senator thought that it was only coming through the call, before realizing that each base had a simultaneous alert.

A proximity alert.

“Decepticons.” “Autobots.” Both teams called the blame on their greatest enemies, realizing that the alert was due to the approaching enemy ship.

The entire base shook as the Nemesis roared overhead, and the entire team was looking to Optimus for a plan. But what could they do? The ground bridge wasn’t closing, still active across the dimensional rift, completely blocking their only exit. Smokescreen braced for the impact of the decepticons’ cannons, but the base became deafeningly silent. Smokescreen looked around at his friends, whose forms flickered and warped before disappearing, one by one. Smokescreen looked down at his hands flickering and fading. He looked up as the base was filled with bright colours emanating from the ground bridge, then the entire room went dark.

(end of prologue)

#transformers #my fic #tfp #tfp au #tfp sg #transformers prime #shattered glass #shattered prime

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ashtronomyys · 9 months

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Ghost of Galatea

PT. 1 | Pt. 2 John "Soap" MacTavish x Simon "Ghost" Riley RenaissanceSculptor!Soap, RomanStatue!Ghost Price suspects a trip to the art gallery could be just the thing his savants need to help them grow and hone their craft. Little does he know just how honed in one of his artists is about to become, as Johnny finds his muse in the huge, domineering statue that seems to take a hold of his every thought. Basically, the Greek tale of Pygmalion but make it SoapGhost

*Thunk thunk thunk thunk thunk thunk*

/CRACK/

*thump*

The stone chunk that was meticulously being carved into dropped to the ground. Blue eyes watched as the chunk rolled along the tile and disappeared somewhere along the floor. The sculptor turned back to their work with wide eyes, fearing the worst. Sure enough, where the final bend of the pointer finger he had been etching into should have been, the severed raw edge of stone stared back at him.

Johnny just barely managed not to throw his chisel and hammer across the room. The straining in muscles from laboring over the piece that was now /useless/ and the growing disappointment in himself had him seething. It had taken DAYS for him to get the piece to that point! Price had tasked them with trying to carve a tensed hand position, instructing his savants to study the folds and muscles of the hand in more advanced positions. Johnny had been as ambitious as he always was, choosing to position his hand tilted backwards at the wrist, each digit spread outward at cascading angles that allowed the webs of the fingers to shine.

He was so close to finishing, right in the middle of etching in the last few details before he sanded down and smoothed over the work. It was on that last, final finger when he must have pressed too hard on the material while trying to carve in the nail. Johnny slammed his head down onto the workbench, not wanting to spend another minute looking at his failure.

It's ruined. He's ruined. His third work in a row that he's butchered right at the last moment. How the hell can he be expected to have any patrons at the rate that he's going?! This was what he wanted. He dreamed of following in the footsteps of the master artists before him, becoming a renowned renaissance artist himself.

How the hell would he achieve that when he can't even create something of value as of late? Why did it feel like all the skills he learned over the years were leaving him? Johnny slammed his head against the table again, arms bracketing around him as he stayed slumped over. Maybe he should've just taken up carpentry like his father suggested…

Gaz ended up finding him sometime later, still stewing in his frustration.

"Soap? You alright mate?" He didn't bother lifting his head, only turning the chisel to the side to tap at the stone hand. Johnny heard him set some materials to the side and step up next to the work. His eyes spotted the dilemma a few moments later, and Johnny heard him wince. "Ooh Soap… How'd you manage that one?"

"Ah' don't /knoow/," it came out muffled as Johnny stretched the last syllable. He felt the other man slap his back a few times. "Well, for what it's worth, the rest of it sure is a beaut'. Hopefully Price will take it easy on y-" Gaz's voice dropped off. There was a beat of silence before Johnny felt Gaz's hand grab his wrist.

"Soap….. this is not the chisel you were using, is it?"

Johnny finally picked his head up, his eyes following to where Gaz held onto his wrist, shaking the instrument in the air. "What's wrong with this one?"

There's another beat of silence before Gaz smacked the back of his head. "AGH-Hey!"

"'s no wonder you broke the bloody thing! Why on /Earth/ didn't you just use one of the files? Or even one of the thinner chisels…" He's looking at him with an incredulous look, probably wondering if he's gone dumb. At this point, Johnny isn't too sure on the answer for that.

"I wanted to speed up the process," is said sheepishly.

"Well, you surely sped it up. Now you have no finger to worry about shaping." Johnny moves to jab with the blunt handle of the hammer, but he leaps around the craft table before he can connect, laughing at him. "Hey, I warned you not to do something outside your limits. You should've simply stuck to what you know, Soap." As if to rub it in his face, Gaz started to work on his sculpture, pulling out the graceful hand that leapt forth from its stone base.

Johnny sighed. "Do ya always have to one up me every time?"

"Only every time, mate."

He stuck his tongue out at Gaz before finally turning back to his piece. He spent the latter half of the day salvaging what he could of the work. Rasps, files, and abrasive material were used to sand down and refine dense rock into the smooth valleys and folds of skin. The sun was on its last leg across the skyline when he resolutely put his tools down and considered the piece…..as good as it was going to be.

The usual feeling of pride Johnny takes in his work was replaced with the hollow sense of failure. It wouldn't be hitting him so hard if he hadn't grown attached to the image of how the hand was supposed to turn out. The sketch of his idea sits off to the side, taunting him every time he looks back at the amputated end of the finger. Johnny begins the process of sweeping and cleaning his tools right as Price walks into the studio, shucking a satchel full of the week's supplies onto a counter. Johnny discreetly turns the hand to the side and nods his head at the master artist.

"Good day Cap'n," Gaz's cheery voice echoes from a side room.

"Good morrow boys! I see you have been both hard at work as always." Price gets to work pulling out containers of gesso and oil as he speaks. "How is the work coming along?"

Gaz is the first to speak, coming out with a set of cloth to wipe down his work. "Almost finished, I have to refine the surface and then I shall be done. It's going good…for me at least." He mutters the last part under his breath and spares Johnny a look of pity.

"That's good to hear!" Price's commanding voice seems to boom in the small studio. "Hey listen, do me a grace and start cleansing your workstations for the day. I've something planned for us."

Johnny's shoulders perked up slightly. "Oh? 'S that mean we aren't to do critiques today then?"

"Afraid not. We'll likely be out the rest of the day, I couldn't wait!" Price walked past him carrying supplies into the side room and nudged him as he passed. "Do not worry though, we will save it for another day. Don't think you have escaped it yet, Soap. We will talk about that little mishap another time."

"Wha'?" Price smirks and raises his eyebrow at him before he nods towards the ground….right where the other quarter of stone he chipped off lies.

That damned stone.

Johnny pouts for the rest of the time while he finishes packing up for the day.

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"I thought ye said this was to be something exciting Price? We've already seen all a'these before."

"Patience Soap," Price gives him a warning glance over his shoulder. "We haven't even gotten to the surprise yet and /already/ you doubt your old master?"

"C-course not sir! Ah' just wonder what else we can learn from these old paintings..."

The trio strides through the chambers of the art gallery, passing by a number of local and outsourced artworks. Various portraits of townsfolk, laborers, the upper class, and prominent historical figures stare back at them as they walk past. Among them also sits landscapes and compositions of ancient myths playing out. Stories of Venus and Aphrodite, stories of Christ and the Apostles, and depictions of the everyday life of the public hang on the walls.

Impressive works, but all of which they've seen already. Johnny's body remembers the burn in his neck from craning to look up at the displays for hours. Can remember the cramp in his hand from spending hours sketching the forms and colors out onto paper.

As if sensing his trepidation, Price stops to look at them both, turning with his hands on his hips.

"Now listen, I know you boys may /think/ there's nothing more to learn from these works, but we've merely scratched the /surface/ on the depth of knowledge, genius, and understanding that can be learned with from works!"

Gaz hums off to Johnny's right. "That's beautiful Captain. But I won't lie, if I have to spend another day drawing that same old hag in the window, I think I'll go mad!" Gaz points his thumb towards a portrait in the corner. Johnny doesn't even have to look to know what piece he's talking about. The oil painting of the elderly woman staring daggers at the viewer is firmly seared into his mind. It's lifelike eyes and haunting stare being the cause of many a nightmares for the town. Johnny shudders just thinking about it.

Price smugly smiles at them, mutton chops rising on either side. "Well, lucky for you boys, I have something different planned for us today…"

He continues to lead them into the main conference hall of the building. The two younger savants are silent as they digest the change in scenery. The space is usually sparse and minimally furnished, the large space with its tall, vaulted ceiling typically reserved for hosting events and galas.

Today though, the room is filled with dozens of forms blanketed by white linen scattered throughout the place. The waning sun casts light onto their cloths, illuminating the silhouettes of the models and framework of limbs that lie underneath. The trio is frozen in awe as their eyes wander over the statues. A few larger forms sit in the center, one in particular towers over everything else in the room, and Johnny's body is itching with the need to see what's being concealed by the cloth.

"I take it I did alright?"

The group turns toward the source of the voice. An older woman steps out from the shadows of the room and is promptly pulled into a hug by Price.

"You did more than alright, Laswell! Where on bloody Earth did you manage to find all this?!"

Laswell shrugs, trying not to sound arrogant but a bit of pride can still be heard in her voice. "I have my ways. You tend to learn a thing or two after so many years of curating."

Johnny whistles at the display as he stares back, unable to take his eyes away. "So /this/ is what ye were talkin' about."

"Beats the stuffy old portraits then, does it?" Laswell elbows Price for the 'stuffy portraits' jab.

"It's phenomenal. How long have you been working on this collection?" Gaz asks.

"Quite some time. These here I've had stashed for the past few years…" Laswell points at the different sculptures as she guides them through a tour. She recounts the stories of old contacts who needing to make a quick trade for funds, and galleries whose clientele grew tired of seeing the same work over and over. She explains how patrons who long since passed had families who resented the subject matter of the work and were practically giving away their collection. All while ushering them through stacks of carvings, ranging from Ancient Roman busts, to Greek figures, to even a couple of Mycenaean figurines.

Johnny's nearly bouncing from elation as they near the end of the tour. He's seen plenty of sculpture work before, sure. He'd spent plenty of savings for the chance to see works by Michaelango, Bernini, and Donatello, but it was always from afar. Never did he get the chance to be so up close and personal with the sculpture work to /THIS/ scale. And never so many with such a rich history. How the /Hell/ did she manage to acquire so many works, dating so far back too! Getting the chance to study something like this had always been a dream of his, ever since he was first scouted and hired into the profession at a young age. Johnny is sure he's failing to contain his excitement at the prospect of finally getting to be up close.

"/Well/, when do we get to see them?! How's about we do a full reveal, rip off the covers, huh?" He smiles back and forth between the older two, looking not unlike a child about to receive a present from their parents.

The pair share a look between them before Price speaks, not exactly looking at either of the apprentices. "Well, that /is/ the plan. However-" Johnny's heart drops. "-the gallery still has to finish setting up the displays. That means the lengthy, tedious process of moving them still isn't over. And until then, not a soul is allowed to remove the cloth."

Johnny falls to his knees. Then what was the point of even coming out here? Being so close and yet so far from actually getting to view the hidden figures was torturous. Gaz comes up and places a hand on his shoulder. "Aw, you can't just tease us like that! I don't think that poor Soap over here will be able to take it."

He's right. He won't be able to take it. He feels about as similar to a mother who's firstborn son was ripped away from her by the unwavering wrath of war at the moment.

"Oh, I swear you boys grovel more than a couple of field animals half the time," Laswell says, laughing at their faces. "It's the truth, I can't give you both the full tour today. /But/…if you both wipe that frown off your faces…there is one piece that isn't moving that I can show you."

She leads the way to the center of the room. The statues grow taller and taller until they come up to the form that had caught Johnny's attention. Even with the sheet covering it, he's still awestruck by the sheer /mass/ of the thing. Its height looms over everything else in the room, and it casts a large shadow that stretches across the floor. Whatever lay underneath the fabric had to be a /beast/ of a work.

"Now this one, I consider to be my proudest find yet," Laswell begins her tale. "One of the oldest of the haul, and certainly the largest, he's suffered quite a bit of damage. But there's no denying artistry and expertise that can still be seen even centuries later."

"How old is he?" Price asks.

"Dates back to Ancient Rome. It's hard to say exactly when with so much of the form deteriorated. It's a shame so much of the face is missing. I can only imagine how much detail went into creating the expression of the face. Even of what's left, you can see the determination and fire in the eyes that the artist tried to convey."

"Do you know who he was? Or the artist?" Gaz interjects.

Laswell shakes her head. "There were no records from where I brought him. He's a complete mystery. From his helmet, one could assume he was a general or closely related to one. With the sort of powerful stance that the artist chose to pose him in, I would assume that he was a powerful official. The musculature of the body certainly presents the hidden power and strength behind the individual."

"I wouldn't know! Ye still have to show us the damned thing," Johnny interrupted.

"Hey, patience Soap. You're lucky that I'm even able to invite you to its unveiling," she chides.

"Sorry ma'am. Ah'm just excited."

"I can tell," she laughs as she moves to the side, grabbing a corner of the fabric cover. "Well, I suppose you've waited long enough. Price, Gaz, and Soap, artists of the 141 house, it is my humble pleasure to introduce you to the best of our latest exhibit. I present to you all, The Ghost of Carthage."

She yanks on the cover. The fabric slowly glides off of the body before falling to the ground, revealing section by section of the figure laying underneath. As each meter of smooth ivory stone is uncovered, Johnny feels his eyes grow wider by the second. A gasp leaves him as he's met with the magnificent display of the human body in all of its glory.

The general stands with his weight shifted onto one leg, his long muscled torso tilted at the shoulders creates an elegant S shape throughout the body. His right hand rests delicately against his leg and draws the eye across the long bulk of limbs. His left arm is mostly missing, the remnants of his shoulder and a hand that holds a sheathed sword sitting on his upper hip are all that remains. The worst of the damage is on the head. Chunks of the helmet he wears are broken off and missing all around the stone. And his face, nearly completely carved out save for a pair of stern eyes that trap Johnny in its fierce, piercing gaze.

Johnny feels the remainder of his breath leave his lungs the longer he stares. He's overcome with so much veneration, so much wonder for the statue. All the other works he has seen, Michelangelo, Donatello, Ghiberti, Verrocchio, all of them pale in comparison to the feeling that The Ghost evokes in him. It's like a spark ignites within him, the dying flame he held within him for his love of art being set ablaze once again. It's swirling flames burning him from the inside out. Johnny let the flames lick at his sides, envelop him until there was nobody left in the room. Nobody but him and The Ghost of Carthage watching him melt under his gaze.

And Johnny's vision starts to grow fainter, until his legs give out and he collapses to the ground.

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Probably historically inaccurate but oh well. I'm semi trying to research but also not trying to kill myself by doing too much. It's just a lil story for fun afterall hehe

#soapghost #ghostsoap #john soap mactavish x simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x john soap mactavish #cod mwii #ash writings #teehee #I tried to do more historically accurate dialog but it made me want to gouge my eyes out #ghoap #ghost of galatea

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IM TOO EXCITED TO SHARE THIS SO I WILL HERE

BASICALLY in February I came up with this concept for another au ,, NOT MY MAIN AU and it's not connected to my main one either , other than the concept of Units (which if anybody is ever curious about here I'd LOVE to chat about it) BUT MOSTLY FOR FUNSIES !!! decided to actually pick up this au and work on it for a fun sillyyy cause I've been thinking about all the concepts and ideas for it the past many months ‼️‼️

ITS CALLED , disguised AU , for now at least... IF I COME UP WITH A BETTER TITLE (I probably will but I suck balls at naming things) ILL UPDATE UT BUT YEAHHH

SUMMARY : In the past 100 plus years , Earth and the human species gained incredible technology and advancement due to alien contact , but with that , the planet was tied into the many years war of Irkens vs . Vortians and the Meekrob . The were NOT on the side of the Irkens , and didn't play a huge role in the war until Professor Membrane , an unexpected hero came along . There was no information where he came from , but his help in the war was gladly welcome .

As the Irkens were beginning to lose the war , very slowly , they turned to desperate measures , committing atrocities and such , and eventually came up with the idea to INFILTRATE the three species they were fighting . There were several Irkens sent to each planet , with no other instructions other than to " Gain information and report back to the Empire on it ." Zim and Tak were the two Irkens assigned to "invade" the Membrane Labs , which was one of the most important aspects of the invasion . They each had different ways and plans to find more information , but reported to the Tallest their findings equally .

Zim had decided to be an Intern at the Labs for a bit , and was eventually hired . He is soon assigned to work in the "Design Department" , specifically to work on weapons and spacecrafts . In his work , he meets Dib Membrane , the son of Professor Membrane , a young adult(they're *both* like 18-19ish in this AU) with the same interests and ideas of him , and his key to succeeding in his mission . Zim pretends to "befriend" Dib at first , and ends up genuinely becoming close friends with him , and has some realizations about the Empire and some things about himself . Eventually , Dib stumbles across Zim out of disguise , which comes across as a betrayal to Dib because he believed Zim was all along just using him for information , and ends up ignoring and avoiding him for a while before Zim confronts him .

After the two work through the problem and communicate about it (this doesn't go without a lot of tension and angst though , I will say that) , Zim decides he really does need to leave the Empire .

THATS WHAT IM AT DURING THE MOMENT , OBVIOUSLY I STILL HAVE A LOT TO FIGURE OUT ESPECIALLY WHEN ZIM LEAVES , BUT THAT IS FOR WHEN I GET THERE 🫡 tehehehehe ANYWHO

I also wanted to quick clarify that Dib didn't know Zim was an Irken beforehand because of his disguise . Hence the name of the AU . It's not a shitty ass one like he has in the show , it's very similar to the one TAK had in "Tak; the hideous new girl" . It's a hologram in a way , but it works even better than the disguise that she had , since the technology in disguises would have been needed to be EXTRA advanced for the Irkens infiltrating the planets . Example of his disguise is in the last drawing !!! Dib was also sort of suspecting it , not that he was exactly IRKEN , but that he was some sort of alien species , but he could never be sure because of how good the disguise was .

#ZIM IS A SMARTER BITCH NOW but hes stupid with feelings #tak is actuallg a girlboss for realsies too lov her sm #dib is an oblivious boy #not as complex as my main au but i tend to overwrite and overcomplicate rhings so this is gonns be crazy #im considering making miyuki maybe not die because here invaders dont have that big a role and also zim would have never been on vort to #fucking explode miyuki cause vort is their enemy so yeah #really steongly dislike spork though so hes probably gonna stay out of leadership #gaz also is a girlboss too #invader zim #au #alternate universe #invader zim au

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