#Wouls you like some of mine!!!!

[riskyraiker]

So I saw your requests were open and that you do both x men and tfp, leading to me wondering how would the team prime and the cons react to a mutant reader? And could readers mutant ability be like Johny Storm from Fantastic 4? (Keep up the good work 👍)

LOVE IT! ALSO YOU GET EXTRA POINTS FOR MIXING UP TFP AND X-MEN. I wrote this as platonic. Let me know if you want any romantic version

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How did you end up like this? No one knows, but they don't even know you're like this. Ecxept Miko, Raf and Jack, since you know that they're friends with huge fraggin robots. When you met the bots it wasn't the best situation, because you were enraged about the events that happened at home that day. Almost engulfed in flames you calm down when you spot Miko talk to a bit bulky bot behind an abandonded building. You saw the bots which resulted in you being brought to the base. You were amazed that you could forget the sorrow you have for being different. You grew close with the team really quick, even Ratchet took a liking to you. The moment the team sees your ability for the first time was when they were cornered by cons in a energon mine. Since there was no backup at the moment you ran out and light yourself up. At first the autobots thought you were an alien or something, but when they realize it's you they didn't believe it at first. The vehicons weren't so lucky since you almost melted some of their limbs. Once the fight was done they just stared at you. "Uhh..guys? Does anyone have some spare clothes?"

Optimus Prime

He would be confused. Like literally confused which is rare, but still you managed to achieve it.

You're human and fire should hurt you. How do you light yourself on fire?!

The moment you tell them that you're a mutant and your not the only one they start to do some research on these so called "mutants"

He would ask you what you can do and what your abilities are.

Doesn't like the idea of having you on the battlefield even if it means that the autobots have the upperhand

You're now his child. No objections.

The team needs help? You're there to melt them down and that earns you a big lecture from Optimus about how they can't risk human lives.

If he's wounded you would melt the metal gently and repair it.

Since he's made of metal some of his plating might be cold. So he absolutely loves how you work like an furnace.

Ratchet

Almost freaked out by your abilities.

"Y/N IS ON FIRE BY THE ALL SPARK WHY IS NO ONE DOING ANYTHING"

The moment he gets to know about your so called mutation he turns into a fragging scientist. Blood samples, dna samples and etc.

Anytime there's any need for repairs he just picks you up and points where repair is needed.

"Fix it, you're smaller, steadier and you're hot"

He wouldn't realize his mistake until you laugh straight into his face "what's so funny? Wha- NO NOT LIKE THAT"

He would love your help in the medbay since you can mold wounds.

Your now his favorite assistant in medbay and in the lab

Bumblebee

He thinks you're so awesome! A human who can light themselves on fire with no harm?!

He would ask you to fly or use any other abilities out or nowhere because he wants to see you as your true self

If you could understand him he would straight up just rant how cool you are. He also gave you a nickname which is Firefly

He loves giving you hugs since you're so warm.

He's in trouble? They're melted before he can even ask for backup

He's your big bro now and Raf your lil bro. You're the best sibling duo there is.

On cold nights he would just keep you on his shoulder so he could feel your warmth close to his face so he can relax

Arcee

Oh she would be speechless. You can melt vehicons, fly somehow and just in general use your abilities

You're now her favorite human (BYE JACK)

She would love to watch you make fireshows

Your warmth would comfort her since she's lonely sometimes

She would call you as backup anytime the team is struggling

✨The sassy team✨

Oh you two would be unstoppable. Cybertronian femme whose sassy and a mutant who is also sassy.

Bulkhead

Oh he would take you for a drive to ask you all kind of questions

First he thought the cons lit you on fire and panicked

After that he wants to see your abilities. That includes you having clothes on (of course🤨)

He would be so interested, but terrified about your ability to melt cybertronians

He's a wrecker! Of course your abilities will be useful.

He wouldn't like the idea of you in the battlefield, but still is amazed how well you handle it.

The big chunky guy is usually warm but won't mind some extra warmth from your body in the colder days.

He's bored? Be ready to fire up.

Wheeljack

Oh oh oh! You'll never hear the end of it. He's around every corner begging you to light up.

He's more chaotic than bulkhead so of course he's after you all the time and asking you to set things on fire.

Wouldn't actually mind going on patrol with you since you're so awesome

He would secretly carry you around on missions to have you melt the cons. I bet he would stare sadisticly.

But don't worry he wouldn't risk your life! If you want to stay safe he won't bother you anymore. (Maybe)

Any old enemy of his he managed to meet on earth would most likely be melted by his request to bring you along.

Ultra Magnus

He would not be happy about you breaking protocol and not staying in the base.

But he would be grateful about you saving the team

"Aaww you're worried about me" No teasing! Now you're in for a 1 hour long lecture

He would find your mutation interesting, but would let it be since he's a robot himself

He's always cold. Mentally. And! Physically so he wouldn't admit it but does love your body warmth.

Smokescreen

"YOU'RE ON FIRE?! COOL!" Wouldn't understand that isn't normal until he's back in his senses. "YOU'RE ON FIRE! AHH PRIMUS WHY ARE YOU ON FIRE!?"

Would absolutely love your abilities even if you would be insecure about being 'different'

If you ever would kick decepticon aft he's your 1# fan in the background

He finds beauty in fire so he thinks you and your abilities are absolutely stunning

If he's scared about succeeding or about the future you would be there on his shoulder warm like an oven which calms him down

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The team were in trouble. Why? There was a surprise attack by Megatron himself. You flew through the groundbridge so you could help the team. You were almost too late as Megatron had his servo/sword up and about to strike Optimus. Hurrying you catch on to his servo and start to heat up, melting his servo in the process. "GAHH! WHAT ARE YOU!?" Megatrons sword and blaster were both out of the game since you melted most of his servo. Having the upperhand, the cons give up and leave. There was one con left. Megatron. "This isn't over, Optimus. Not with you and your firey PET!" Oh oh, he was pissed!

Megatron

That little mutant dare to melt his servo!

He didn't even know you're a human with a mutation until soundwave found footage and info about you.

Would try to get revenge on you, but doesn't want to risk losing his servo again.

For once the warlord was worried about his opponent.

If you could melt his servo, could you melt your way through his whole frame?

He didn't show it, but the thought actually made him shudder.

He couldn't lose to a pathetic human who is 10 times smaller than him.

In short, he hates your guts but loves your abilities.

Soundwave

The moment Megatron asked to find information about you, a switch flipped in his processor.

Finally he found a human interesting. A extraordinary human to be specific

If he had time he would try to see you on cameras so he could catch you for Megatron

He wasn't scared or anything, but would be slightly worried could you melt his screen off?

He did almost catch you, but you lit up inside him so he had to drop you out before he would fall down from the sky.

Knew that you're stronger than anybot thinks. Wouldn't mess with you unless he has something to overpower you for example: some relics

Knockout

If he ever I MEAN EVER sees you in action he would definitely run away and protect his paintjob.

Fire + his beautiful plating/paint job did NOT go together.

If you would try to attack him, you won't see him after a while. He's AFRAID of you.

Would always seem busy when he heard lord Megatron talk about a mission where you could be involved.

"Knockout!" The cherry red medic saluted. "You have a mission to go an retrieve a relic. Y/N could be there, so be quick." "My Liege I'm in the middle of a medical check up I don't have t-time. Send breakdown. He's willing to do it."

If you're on the nemesis he would run away like from the bot zombies in season 3 of tfp xD

Shockwave

You're mutation was...illogical

A human shouldn't be able to light themselves on fire

Would ask permission from Megatron to take you as a test subject.

Be careful not to be caught by him! It would be worse than having others afraid of you and your freaky abilities.

He wanted to see how you could work with your abilities. How could he make them..Logical

Wouldn't be afraid of you. Oh no no no. He would be so so so interested about your abilities he wouldn't care if he would get melted at the same time.

Predaking

He would love your abilities to be on flames, but! Since he's a decepticon and a predacon ofcourse he has to attack you.

Would speak to you someway or another in his bipedal mode during a mission

If he need fire styled company, he would try to contact you. He doesn't care if you're part of the autobots. You're his friend

Frag Megatron and Shockwave. You're warm like him! You're now his grandchild!

You would joke around that he's your actual king! Since you both are fire themed basically.

#tfp x reader #optimus prime x reader #bumblebee x reader #ratchet x reader #arcee x reader #bulkhead x reader #wheeljack x reader #ultra magnus x reader #megatron x reader #soundwave x reader #knockout x reader #shockwave x reader #predaking x reader

[skylersprompts]

DC x DP Prompt *10*

It had been a relative uneventful day in Gotham, the new Week just started and most of the big rouges were still in Arkham after the last big breakout. And even tho the nightly patrol wasn't done, Batman send most of his charges that were still somewhat injured home. He, Orphan and Robin would be able to handle the rest.

They had stopped some muggings and one break-in by the time patrol officially ended. His children made their way back to the manor on their bikes, while the Bat made one last round through the docks.

He had a feeling of foreboding, not necessarily a bad feeling, but he was cautious. Even if Cassandra and Damian weren't hurt that badly, he still wanted them home. He wasn't entirely sure why, but he didn't had much time to think it over.

A swirling green Portal opened in front of him and a figure started to emerge from it. Bruce got into a fighting stance, his eyes trained on the unknown.

The Portal vanished after a young man, almost still a boy, stepped out of it. He had white hair that seemed to sway as if he was under water. Green freckles glowed in the dark, just a little muted in contrast to the vibrant green eyes. The boy - because the longer Bruce looked, the younger the being seemed - floated a few inches in the air. In his hands he held what looked like a type of thermos.

"You are Batman, right?", his voice seemed to echo a bit, even in this open space. Bruce just gave a little nod, still in his fighting stance. Just because the other seemed young, didn't mean he wasn't dangerous.

"Good, good... ahem... So my name is Danny or Phantom or Danny Phantom and I know this might come a bit suddenly, but a friend of mine - well more like my mentor - said that I was on the way for the best possible timeline and I think he really needs someone like you - you know with all those contingency plans - and a different dimension than ours and he is already 3 years in the thermos, well minus the bit he was out for a moment where Clockwork sat his Bodytime a bit back, so that he can have a childhood again, but that was like five minutes max. so that doesn't really count, because ha was also in timeout, so for him it was more like a few seconds, but ahem, what I wanted to ask you Mr. Batman, sir... Would you take my evil self from a different timeline, so that he can have a better childhood and maybe be not evil anymore?", Danny rambled and Batman really wished in this moment to have any of his children here, just to make sure that he did indeed hear correctly.

Even if everything had came out in one breath, the things he could piece together didn't paint the best picture. But it seemed like his brooding had taken to long, because the child folded into himself and started do fidget.

"I understand that you don't want to, you don't know me or Dan or anything about us, but you seemed to be the one most capable of handling him and I looked through so many dimension in the hope to find a good place for him... I can understand why he is like he is, but I will never be able to talk sense into him. His actions are unforgivable, but his timeline doesn't exist anymore, the things he done never happened and he is alone in a dimension that would just remind him of everything that happened if he would life with us... But I can totally just look into some more dimension if you don't want to! It's not your problem and I shouldn't have bothered, sorry!" Phantom started to raise his hand and a green line became visible where his finger cut through the air. If Bruce didn't do anything the being would go with a child that needed his help.

"I want a list with all his abilitis, his weaknesses, his potential triggers, dietary needs, allergies, a way to contact you, your mentor and a third trusted person in case of an emergency and a weekly check in system from your side", Bruce knew his kids would make fun of him when he brought another child home, but someone said he was the best possible guardian for this boy, so he would take him. And if he felt pleased about Danny's surprised and relieved face, than no one needed to know.

"Of course! I think Clockwork gave me a folder with everything!", the boy exclaimed, before he led the riff he started to open close, just to open another one. He seemed to rummage in the small Portal, until he showed him a folder full of papers. This would take a while to go through, but at least the boy was prepared.

#skylers prompts #dcxdp #dcxdp prompt #dpxdc #Dan Phantom #Dan gets adopted by Batman #his kids doesn't know this yet #Damian just lokked away for five minutes and Bruce brings a new sibling to the manor #he will be so disappointed in his father #Danny is a rambling mess #but Bruce learned Teenager a while ago #he thinks he understands most of it #he doesn't #Dan gets deaged #Dan gets a second chance #I have so many WIPs but so little time qwq #Dan as soon as he is out of the thermos: I got adopted by a fucking Billionaire?! #He thinks it is a sick joke #Clockwork is probably laughing at his expand

[thewriterg]

♡︎naive little pup♡︎

Pairing(s): Peter Parker x afab!reader, Peter Parker x gn!reader, Naive!Peter x Dark!reader, Vamp!reader

Summary: Peter was having one of the most exhausting days of his life and he needed you to make it all better because in the end you were the only one who could —kinktober; day 3—

Word count: 1.3k+

Warning(s): Dry humping, m!receiving, dirty talk, dumbification, sub space, praise!kink, mommy!kink, Peter is a 18 year old senior in Highschool and language

A/n: —GIFs aren’t mine— You guys are gonna get two fic’s today because I missed yesterday I was really sick —food poisoning core— but we’re back now 🤭

You had been laying around your condo for at least two hours now as you lied down on the longest part of your mineral grey sectional couch with your eyes closed along with the your blackout curtains that blocked out the sunlight from your vision

You were a vampire, yes. But you weren’t the ones that sparkled in the sun or burned at the slightest kiss from it either.. well you were kinda in a way

You had This pretty little thing called daylight jewelry it kept you from burning towards your temporary death, you were a original vampire one of the first of the vampires to exist but if you were being technical you were the first to transition along with your siblings that you couldn’t bring yourself to be bothered with

But the ring on your middle finger allowed you to walk in the daylight freely you weren’t pale and your eyes weren’t a crimson red unless you were feeding your body worked as the normal human minus the fact you consumed blood to survive, your blood could be used to heal things, you could hear thing up to a thirty mile radius, you had superior strength and speed to average human being x100, and you just couldn’t seem to die.

You’re also over 1000 years old but you know just one of the side effects.

The only thing that caught your interest in the time of day were a dinging notification from your phone that you had kept one do not disturb 92% of the time tweaking your settings to only get important notification’s that involved some emails from witches that had owed you favors, updates about a spell book you wanted In particular, and Peter your sweet little naive pup

Peeling your eyes open you feel around for the Device when the cool screen finally came in contact with your fingertips you took it in front of your face coming into contact with the mid brightness of the screen

I need you sent 3:06

You’d had read over the message at least fourteen times in the last two minutes it was short a simple but it was so much more behind it and you knew that’s

What’s the matter with my pup? Do you need me to come pick you up Seen 3:09

You waited impatiently staring at the three dots that repeatedly blinked on your screen you were already throwing on your closest pair of boots you could find before your phone dinged again

Please mommy I need you right now sent 3:11

Peter had been a little more reluctant of getting out of bed this morning especially peeling away from your chest he couldn’t seem to let a one man job be done by yourself like brushing your teeth, picking out clothes, doing you hair and makeup

I’m on my way. Seen 3:11

Sliding your phone into your back pocket and not bothering to lock your door you cursed to yourself as you rushed down the stair well forgetting the elevator how couldn’t have you noticed

When you finally reached The parking lot You unlocked your car and we’re making a ten minute drive with traffic five minutes.

ꨄꨄꨄ

“I’m here for Peter Parker early dismissal” You stated to the secretary who barely batted an eye at you before pointing to the clip board with sign out sheets clipped to them which you rolled your eyes at scribbling down the Information it asked

“Excuse me Miss I would really appreciate if you get of your ass and get my kid” You hissed at the women who looked at you with wide eyes picking up the telephone after reading off what you assumed to be Peters’s schedule on the desktop

“He’s on his way mam you can sit in a chair if you’d like” The women warily offered without another word you pushed your sunglasses down on your face from where they rested on your forehead before sitting in one of the uncomfortable chairs with your leg bouncing up and down while you watched the hands on the clock move

It was at least five minutes before Peter buzzed through the the double doors as you stood immediately from your seat with your arms open prepared for embrace while Peter fell into them without hesitation

Ever since your relationship with Peter you had been.. more open to physical affection it wasn’t your favorite but you could comfort and maneuver with it well

“Hi honey” You muttered into the boys hair his grip didn't loosen once as he started to whine at the loss of contact when you pulled away while you shushed him softly

“Hey I know okay? I know but we’d be very more comfortable in bed than right here it’ll be a fast drive I promise” You offered to the boy who reluctantly nodded slipping his hand into your own while the both of you stepped out of the door you felt a nudge on your shoulder to see Peter blocking his eyes from the bright sun

You couldn’t help but stare in awe with a small chuckle while your took you own sunglasses off your own face while placing them on the bridge of Peters nose the black lenses dulling the bright sun before you two began to walk across the street

Just like you made a ten minute drive five arriving you did the same driving back to your condo eager to get the clingy teen into the safety of your home

ꨄꨄꨄ

You and Peter had been cuddling and engaging with skin to skin for a short while the only thing blocking you both was your tank top and underwear and peters basketball shorts you’d both taken a shower and after you’d force Peter to eat something having picked him up before lunch you’d been happy to give your pup some affection

You had been watching something random on the Tv finally using the surprise me button on a Netflix but it seemed just to be background noise now as you repeatedly ran your hand through his hair while he rested his face in your neck

You felt small movements on the little of your thigh and at first you thought Peter was just trying to get comfortable but when more than 30 seconds passed and you could start to feel Peter’s breath deepen against your neck making the small hairs stand up you knew it was different

“Do you have something to tell me baby?” You questioned softly while Peter let out a soft whine slowing his thrusting hips against your thighs but not coming to a complete stop

“I need you mommy please” Peter sniffled as he began to work his hips into your leg this time with your hands on his hips guiding them as you set mid pace you could feel his breath hitch on your shoulder

Peter’s arms tightened almost suffocatingly around your waist as your precious little spider continued to thrust his hips up to meet yours and if it weren’t for you being a vampire and having inhumanly healing he would’ve lefts makes

Hiding into the crook of you neck to hide poorly concealed cries and desperate whines Peter panted into your ears by hot breath sobs soon turning into hiccuping gasps when the tip of his cock would rub perfectly up into the fabric of his boxers hips angling to catch that spot every time

It wasn’t long before a startled cry left Peters lips his back arching up suddenly and hips stuttering before he barely registered something sticky splattering against his thigh head still spinning with the sensations feeling overwhelmed Peter buried his face into the crook of your neck peppering your shoulder in small kisses between mumbles of apologies as he still rocked his hips up to meet yours in the aftershocks of his orgasm

“It’s okay you did so good for me baby” You muttered into his hairline bringing the soft covers over his back muttering sweet nothings into his ear You had both fell asleep not long after the only thing on Peter’s brain is how’d he repay you

He had a few ideas in mind.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker x gn!reader #peter parker x fem!reader #sub!peter parker #avengers x reader #avengers x you #smut #romance #fluff #i love you #kinktober #october #fall 2022 #geegeeisawhoreontherun #thewriterg

[meganlpie]

Growing Love

Based on this request:  I do have a story request for your the hobbit book. I was thinking of possibly the reader staying at Beorn’s and the grow to love each other overtime and they eventually admit it to each other.

Here you are! My apologies for the wait. *Beorn is NOT mine and is the property of JRR Tolkien.*

Warnings: Mostly fluff, slight angst(?), first time writing Beorn. Reader is described as being shorter than Beorn. Beorn is theorized to be anywhere from 7'3"(220.98cm) to 12'(365.76cm) tall.

Pairings: Beorn x reader

When you had first accidentally stumbled upon the house in the woods, you thought you would die. After all, there was a giant, great bear right on your heels. You managed to find a small space to hide where the bear couldn't get you. A few hours later, after the bear had left and you calmed down, you were approached again by a very large man. While you were intimidated, he did not seem to want to hurt you. In fact, upon hearing your story, he offered you a place to stay.

       You grew to enjoy working alongside Beorn. You cooked together,  took care of the livestock and ponies together, and kept bees together. But your favorite thing to do with Beorn was work in his garden. For such a large being, Beorn was as gentle as could be with his garden. He talked to his plants, nurturing them the way a parent would a child. He taught you about the various things he grew and how to care for them. 

Time passed as you stayed with Beorn while you were trying to figure out where to go and what to do. Some days, you felt like a burden to the skin-changer. Still he never said anything like that to you nor did it seem that he was tiring of your company. You often caught him staring at you in what appeared to be deep contemplation. Like you were a riddle he couldn’t solve. One day, you would figure out exactly what Beorn was thinking.

Beorn had given you your own patch of land to grow flowers alongside his crops. You were tending to those flowers one morning when you felt Beorn’s eyes on you again. “Is something wrong?” you asked him, straightening up. He cleared his throat as if he were embarrassed to be caught staring. He paused for a moment, contemplating his words carefully. Given his usual brash nature, you were happy to wait for him to get his thoughts together.

“I have discovered something. Something unusual,” he replied after a bit. You cocked your head to the side as you gazed up at his face. “Oh?” He nodded and brought a hand up to his chin, the manacle on his wrist jingling slightly. “The thought of you…leaving. It does not please me. At all. I find myself getting rather angry at it. I had heard of feelings like this, but did not believe in them.” 

His confession threw you for what felt like hours. His intense gaze never left your face as he watched you take in what he’d said. “I…are you saying that you care for me?” You could have smacked yourself at how unsure you sounded. He nodded once but then his brows furrowed. “Perhaps care is not a strong enough word. I believe what I feel for you is deeper. Much deeper than simply caring.”

You felt your entire body heat up. Was he really saying what you thought he was? “Beorn? Are you telling me that you might love me?” He thought for a moment before confirming your words. “Yes. My love for you has grown, I believe, much like the blooms you have tended to. A tiny idea, a seed, of what life could be with you by my side for the rest of our days began this and now, like your flowers, I feel something blossoming and maturing in my heart that I have long thought was incapable of such things. And now I need to know if the same can be said of you. Do you-Could you…love me?

A smile crept its way to your lips before you could stop it. Beorn simply stared at you until you realized that you hadn’t answered him after nearly a minute. “Beorn, of course I could love you. It is possible that I already do and have been denying myself the joy of it, thinking you would eventually tire of me and I would have to leave.” You removed your gardening gloves and slowly reached over to take one of Beorn’s hands in yours.

“We could live a thousand ages and I would not tire of you,” he admitted slowly. You beamed up at him as tears of joy pricked at your eyes. Beorn smiled down at you but suddenly stiffened. Your brows furrowed as he straightened up and sniffed the air. “What is it?” you asked in confusion. 

“Orcs. Get inside, bar the door, and don’t come out until I return.” You knew better than to argue. Instead, you merely agreed and Beorn turned to leave. Before he got too far, you called out to him. He glanced back at you over his shoulder. “I love you,” you confessed. He smiled again. “And I you. Now go. I shall return.” You quickly ran inside, the door barely closed behind you when you heard the growling of a great bear. “Be safe,” you whispered. You had no idea that, very soon, a company of dwarves, a wizard, and hobbit would change your lives completely.

(a/n: I hope I did Beorn justice. I have one more request for him on my list)

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#tolkien #the hobbit #beorn #beorn x reader

[jumpscaregoose]

how I make my manga patches: a shitty tutorial

figured I'd make a post explaining my technique for making the patches I put on my hororen jacket and other projects. because they're cool and more people should do them

here's how I turned this panel into this patch for my hao pants I'm working on:

you will need:

fabric to paint on (I'd recommend a white fabric without a lot of texture. I'm pretty sure the one I use is some kind of polycotton blend?)

basic sewing supplies (needle, pins, thread)

a laptop/tablet you can lie flat on your desk OR a lightbox + printer

pencil (the softer and darker the better, I use 6b)

thin paintbrush

acrylic paint

fabric medium (optional)

thick gloves (if you're tracing off a touchscreen you WILL need these)

pinking shears (optional)

scissors

decide the scale of your patch. for this project I made a digital mockup and then measured how big I wanted it to be on my project. I settled on 3 inches wide

download the image you plan to trace and either zoom in to the right size or scale and print it (I don't own a lightbox myself but using it should provide a similar effect to my method.

lay out your screen or lightbox flat on your workspace and put your fabric over the image (I'd also recommend ironing your fabric before this if you can). If your fabric is thin enough you should be able to see the lines through it.

this is where you want to put on your gloves if you're tracing off a touchscreen. without gloves, your hands can sometimes cause the screen to move or zoom in while you're tracing.

now you just need to trace the image onto the fabric with your pencil. this is the absolute WORST PART and to minimize suckage I recommend

checking you're aligned with your previous marks before you make a new one

tensing your fabric along the grain or crossgrain with your hand as you draw, so it doesn't shift (don't fuck with the bias that'll cause problems)

taking your tracing OFF the screen to add the finer details (tracing directly is most important for the big shapes and faces)

using a soft, dark pencil to avoid damaging your screen (you can also add a sheet of transparent plastic between the fabric and the screen, but I've found this makes the fabric slip more)

shading in the flat black areas so you don't forget them later

here's my penciling after finishing on the screen and fully finished

4. now it's time to paint over the pencil

I use a cheap, probably terrible acrylic paint and mix it with a textile/fabric medium. This makes the paint flow better and raises its longevity on the fabric. It's not necessary to use, especially if you don't plan to wash your finished project (acrylic paint is plastic once it dries, it shouldn't chip off too easily).

then you just. paint over the pencil. take you time and steady your hand on the desk. if you're worried about smudges work top-bottom and left-right/right-left depending on your dominant hand.

here's mine fully painted. once the paint is dry, I heat seal it with an iron (and a pressing cloth, so if it sticks I don't have hao fused to my iron forever)

5. cut out the patch. I like to use pinking shears to reduce future fraying, but if you don't have those you can either manually cut notches or fuck it we ball a straight edge.

then you just pin and sew it to your project. boom done

now you can make as many as you want and add them to everything!

I've used this technique for:

aaaaallllllllllllll the patches on my hororen jacket (took FOREVER don't try to hand sew through SUEDE kids)

tie-on pockets (EVERYONE MAKE THESE THEY'RE SO HANDY)

a cell phone pocket on my cozmez ita bag

painting my favourite manga pages directly onto a skirt (wip because that fabric is a nightmare)

you don't need to just stick to manga panels either, anything works as long as it has clean, defined lines (but manga/comic panels are definitely easiest). if you look at some of the patches on my jacket you can see I've used coloured screenshots and official art and just traced over them in black. would recommend colour correcting images like that to make the lines easier to see, though

I love this technique because I love dressing up for cons but I don't enjoy making cosplays themselves. so I just make an insane jacket wear it to a con and then wear it in regular ass life. shoutout to the three people who recognized my jacket at fanexpo toronto last august. highlight of my life.

#I don't know what to tag this as you get it raw #I don't think anyone cares either so #if you use this please show me!!! I want to see!!!

[lostonehero]

In which Martin gets to be supernaturally strong because it causes gay panic in the office.

"Martin, aren't you hot?" Jon raised his brow. They were all stuck at a mandatory summer festival for the institute. He motions to Martin wearing long pants and a sweater.

Martin rubs the back of his neck. "I mean, yeah, but I don't think... uh..."

Tim pats his back, making him jump. "Nobody is going to judge you, Martin. If they do, they will have to deal with me."

"And me." Sasha smirks.

Martin smiles softly as his face burns red. "I uh ok..." He squirres off to a bathroom with his bag.

Jon sighs. "If he wears a binder, I don't see the problem." He motions to his own binder.

"Jon dysphoria is different for everyone." Sasha hums. "But I don't think Martin is Trans.... ah, I think he said his friends are coming by as well."

Jon rolls his eyes. "I know that, but he shouldn't risk heat stroke. However, that would get him out of this mandatory fun."

Tim waves Jon off. "Oh, come on, Jonny boy, it's going to be fun."

"Don't call me that." Jon scowls.

Martin returns in shorts and a tank top, he looked as they imagined chubby, but oddly solid. He rubs the back of his neck and chuckles nervously. "I was using it as an excuse to not participate." He was covered in freckles and tattoos.

"Did not take you for the tattoo type, Martin." Tim chuckles. "You've got nice ink."

"Oh, thank you, Tim." Martin smiles softly. "I'm covered in them."

Jon looked unimpressed. "We can see that." He goes to say something else but is interrupted by a shout.

"HEY MARTIN!" A short man with black hair and a prominent scar from being struck from lightning on his face that travels down to his shoulder and arms and chest. His shirt is boldly read.'Got struck by lightning, and all I got was this shirt (and trauma).' he was wearing bright blue shorts that said 'behold this asshole' on the back.

A taller man in a tank top was next to him, his shirt read 'Death Adores Me'. In bright pink barbie letters. He was wearing matching shorts to the shorter man. He had green eyes and blonde hair and sharp features. His body looked like it was carved out of stone.

Tim wolf whistles and the smaller man huffs.

"He's mine." The shorter man huffs.

"Mike relaxed, would ya?" The blonde man chuckles. "You must be Tim it's nice to meet you." He holds a hand out, and Tim noticed he was wearing gloves and that was odd.

Martin smiles and gasps. "Ah, right, that's Oliver, and that's Mike... why are you wearing that shirt?"

Mike chuckles. "It was a gift."

"It was a joke." Oliver rolls his eyes and smiles.

Tim chuckles. "I like it."

"Don't encourage him." Oliver sighs. "Anyway wanna join us for some games? I heard there's some strength tests."

Jon raised his brow. "No thanks."

Tim pulls Jon into a half hug. "What he meant to say was yes, of course! Oh, this will be fun."

"I'll be the best." Sasha winks.

Martin nods. "Yeah, sure, it will be fun."

......

Elias was holding a cane up pointing to a sign. "Ah, hello, there wasn't to test your strength?"

"Simon told me you lost a bet. I didn't think it would be in your favor." Mike raised his brow.

"Aha, that's quite funny." Elias smiles. "I am merely running a booth. This is supposed to be a fun day for everyone."

Mike exchanges looks with Oliver, then to a gruff muscular man in swim trunks and nothing else with his arms crossed on a seat for a dunk tank. Before he could speak Tim moves up front.

"Hey, double boss man! What game you got?" Tim smiles, pulling Martin up front.

Elias hums and smiles. "Oh, a simple test of strength. Just use the mallet to try to hit the bell on top." He knew it was rigged, and it was fun watching people get annoyed. He really wanted to run a fortune teller tent, but he did lose a bet, and he is a man of his word.

Tim went first and barely made it a quarter of the way up.

"Oh, how unfortunate. Better luck next time, Timothy." Elias chuckles.

Sasha goes next she gets about the same. "Ah, wow, I didn't think the hammer would be so heavy."

Elias hums. "Good work, Miss Sasha, but not quite there. Remember, any employee who rings the bell gets two weeks paid vacation."

Tim huffs crossing his arms. "Now you mention that."

Jon refuses the mallet. "I'm not one for brute force."

"That's a given boss man." Tim rolls his eyes.

"What do you get if you don't work here?" Oliver steps up grabbing the hammer.

"Ah, there's a commutative cash prize for non employees Oliver. Of course, it cost 5 quid to play. You are always welcome to try." Elias hums.

"Let me guess if nobody wins it all goes to the institute." Mike rolls his eyes at the nod.

Oliver takes out a five and places it in the overflowing jar. "Ok, I'll give it my best." He takes a step back and hits it full force, only getting three quarters up. "Oof, that's harder then it looks."

Tim whistles. "Alright, Adonis."

Olive chuckles handing the mallet over to Martin. "Don't break it."

Martin huffs. "That was one time, and the mallet was wooden, and it was an accident."

Elias raised his brow and smiled. "Alright alright boys play nice. Go ahead, Martin." He quirked his brow higher when Mike and Oliver pulled Tim and Sasha back to where Jon was watching.

Martin steps back and holds the mallet up.

Elias suddenly felt way too close.

The mallet slams down hard with a loud crack it shatters on impact, and the bell is deafening as that cracks in two from the impact.

Martin dusts off the wooden shards and jumps back as the bell falls in front of him. His face was red from embarrassment, and eyes stared at him in astonishment. "Ah shoot.... sorry, sir. I didn't mean to break it."

Elias was speechless, and he could see Peter staring at the scene with the same slack jaw expression.

#tma #the magnus archives #strong martin rights #martin blackwood

[peony-pearl]

"someone PLEASE dare me to talk about the writing of Ursa's story from the comics"

This is your sign, child. Tell me all you've got

BLESS YOU!!!!!!!!

A bit of a foreword to anyone reading: I am going to be speaking about the writing of Ursa's trials from the comics in a critical light in the ways that her story was chosen to be written this way. If you find any kind of comfort or catharsis in her story, this post may not be for you. I am not here to be an anti, I am here to look at changes made to a character that I think could have been a lot more interesting if she had been allowed to keep her original backstory.

That being said:

Ursa's story of being plucked out of a happy home to marry 'the bad guy' could be interesting!

My problem with it is the inconsistencies it creates in it's own narrative... and the fact that it's such painful woobification of a woman who was willing to commit a high crime to save her son in the way that her circumstances create an issue where she is nothing but a martyr. It also continues the whole 'good lineage vs bad lineage' idea that completely undermines the power of Zuko's arc.

Ursa, in the comics, is presented to us as this bright eyed hopeful actress, in love with a man named Ikem when Azulon rolls up with Ozai, unlike some earlier lore where she was born into royalty and was the perfect match for Ozai. Now she's subjected to a wretched life which I can only imagine they put her through to make her completely sympathetic, because otherwise she would have been just like the rest of the royal family - EVIL.

Which I really hate that train of thought, but this is a family friendly show and as good as atla does with it's good vs evil nuances, I often remember I have to cut it some slack... but then I get a bit more frustrated because of the whole 'just because it's family friendly means they can simplify things' which I also don't care for but again... eh. I can't be too picky at times. (I was also raised on Gargoyles which did a great job on showing villains in sympathetic moments and heroes having big major flaws so I'm already a little biased)

Regardless; completely rewriting Ursa's backstory to the point that we no longer see her view of the war (or Ikem's! So they're good people!! We promise!) just comes off as almost manipulative and middle-school fanfiction-y. Ursa is a good person to sympathize with because she's being forced into these situations :C

And as such, she's a good person because of Roku!! And so Zuko is a good person because his mom loved him so much!!

And such, they don't have to show any changes on Ursa's part. No moral failings, no her and Zuko butting heads once they reunite to show how much he's grown... his morals come from her and Roku, because Avatar lineage = good.

And that grinds my gears so hard because then just like Ursa, that's robbing Zuko of his autonomy to make bad choices.

When Iroh tells Zuko in The Avatar and the Fire Lord that his legacy is the good and evil within him, it sucks because Zuko's legacy should solely be his own choices (I have my own issues with Zuko's view of the crown). Not the bloodline within him that he can't control. THAT'S A MAJOR POINT OF THE SHOW. People aren't born evil.

and yet Ursa is GOOD because she is Roku's GRANDDAUGHTER. That's really it. Yes, I can understand that she was raised in the moral compass left behind by him. But Ozai is only really good/charming to Ursa right up until their wedding when suddenly he's just EVIL and he's like 'you're MINE now hehehehe' like there's no in between, you just have to show Ursa in this miserable predicament which then also doesn't allow for any interesting development in our Ozai, aka previous big bad which could have been him following his father's orders to marry some woman and maybe he legitimately TRIED to make things work because NO ONE IS BORN EVIL. Ozai is such a shadow of Zuko that he would try to appease his father, and he might take this marriage on in the hopes that it would start building a bridge between them.

And we're not even getting into the fact that we don't learn that Ursa is the Avatar's granddaughter until the final season, JUST IN TIME for Zuko to learn this while he's locked in his self loathing and is utterly directionless. Again, this takes away the importance of his own choices. The boy who started the series completely devoted to returning home, willing to put himself and others through constant danger and misery just to appease his father is given a free ride card of 'oh you're actually good on the inside! Just do the good thing!'

Because he's Ursa's son, the woman who didn't want to marry Ozai because he was so so awful that his bloodline is OBVIOUSLY why Azula is the way she is (ugh).

Like this could work in more fairytale/simpler story settings but atla has gone so far out of it's way to continue to say 'no one is born evil' and 'people can change'; but when it comes down to it, they're really restricting the moral compass.

In the end, Ursa is good and suffered. Ozai is BAD because VILLAIN. (which yes he is but... ugh).

I don't know if I've made sense. I had a more cohesive idea when I wrote those tags but this is more or less my views of Comic!Ursa.

I don't hate her. But I hate that they just kind of shoved her on the misery train and kind of went 'wow that sucks right? This makes you want to see Zuko find her right?'

And then he does and all is well. Because Ursa is a GOOD WOMAN unlike that EVIL OZAI.

#atla #atla meta

[ahgastay]

Petals

Hi, everyone! Here is part one of two to my ‘Petals” fic. Hope you enjoy!

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I could spot him from a million miles away.

And maybe it was just the way that his smile could light up even the darkest room, or how his eyes shined just a little bit brighter than everyone else, but I swear in a stadium full of people, my eyes would always find his first.

He and I have been friends for about 3 years now, but he likes to say different. ‘Its like we’ve been friends our whole lives.’

For me, I feel like quite the opposite. I feel like we have just met a few weeks ago, because the feelings I feel for him still feel like I am a young schoolgirl who is crushing on a boy she met in class: stomach in knots, not able to make eye contact, still stumbling over some of my words. Three years later and I still look down at my phone every 2 minutes because I am waiting for him to call.

It took me quite a while to figure out that what I felt for him wasn’t a normal feeling to have towards someone who is a ‘good friend of mine’. In fact, I had to have that conversation with a close friend of ours, and he had to tell me that the feeling wasn’t a platonic feeling, but something a hell of a lot more. I remember driving home that night in tears, because what else was I supposed to do? I knew what was coming soon, because I could already feel it spreading in my chest and up my throat.

“You can’t keep ignoring him forever, you know that, right?” Felix said, placing a bottle of water in front of me as he sat on the open spot next to me on the couch.

“I can try my best.” I replied, pulling the blanket tighter around myself, not removing my eyes from the TV playing in front of us.

“He’s asking about you, you know? He keeps asking if any of us have seen or heard from you. I can’t keep lying to him like this.” I could tell Felix was getting upset about it.

“What else am I supposed to do?” I leaned up and grabbed the water, opening the cap and taking a quick sip while looking over at my friend.

“I don’t know but hanging out with him for a day won’t hurt you anymore than you’re already hurting now.”

Oh, if only he knew.

I could feel tears starting to arise in my eyes as my chest began to heat up and my throat close. I was trying as hard as I could to keep it down. I couldn’t let him figure out about this. I just couldn’t. But he must have seen the tears in my eyes.

“Oh, I didn’t mean to upset you.” He went to sit up and rub my back, but the second his warm hand hit my back, I rose to my feet and ran as fast as I could to my bathroom. I closed to door and hit the lock as to make sure he couldn’t get it. I hunched over the toilet and coughed as much as I could. As I looked down into the toilet bowl, I saw little flower petals; white with rosy pink tips. I felt slightly better after a couple of seconds and dropped myself against the wall.

“(Y/N)? Are you alright?” Felix said as he knocked on the door.

“Yeah,” I replied, slightly out of breath. “I’ll be f-“

The same feeling rose again in my chest, and I found my spot against the toilet bowl again. After I got out as much as I could, I slumped against the toilet and, as gross as it was, let my forehead rest against the cool glass of the bowl.

“Oh, (Y/N) ...” I heard from behind me.

With all the energy I had left in me, I turned my head to the side to see Felix standing stagnant.

I no longer had it in me to keep this to myself and broke down as he silently sat behind me and brought me into his chest. I tucked myself into him and I let out sob after sob as I wrapped myself as much as I could around Felix and let him hold me, almost like a mother holding her child after their first heartbreak. I could feel his chest trembling along with mine and looked up at his face after a few minutes of letting myself release my pent-up emotions. He also had tears on his cheeks and chin shaking.

“Why didn’t you say anything to me?”

“What was I supposed to say? It wouldn’t have made any difference.”

“I could have at least been there for you and helped take care of you when you were like this.” I brought his hand up and wiped the tears from my cheeks. “(Y/N), you have to say something to him.”

“It’s not going to make a difference, Felix. He’s never going to love me the way that I love him, and I must come to terms with that and live with it until all this ends.”

“… What do you mean by ‘until all this ends’? You’re going to get the surgery, aren’t you?”

I looked down and slightly shook my head, letting him know silently I had no plan on letting go of these feelings, even when it’s going to kill me.

“(Y/N), please, I am begging you. Don’t do this, please just get the surgery and you can keep living. You cannot do this to us. What am I supposed to do, how am I supposed to keep living knowing that you’re going to die any day all because you decided this stupid crush isn’t worth living for?” Felix said, voice angry.

I took my hands and shoved him away from me, looking him in the eye and pointing my right index finger directly at him.

“Don’t you ever say ‘stupid crush’ again, because you know good and well that this wouldn’t be happening if that was all it was. YOU are the one who told me what I was feeling wasn’t a friend thing, that what I felt was love. So don’t you dare to sit here and yell at me.” I stood up, walking out of the room.

“Wait, (Y/N), I’m sorry, please …” I heard him get up and follow me outside of the room. He grabbed my hand and turned me back around to face him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. Its- Damn it, its just really hard to sit here and try to understand the fact that one of your closest friends is dying and you can’t do anything about it.”

“I understand that, Felix. But please realize that this is my choice. I have decided this and there is no going back for me.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Its okay. I can understand why you’re upset. But please, for me, try to understand that I don’t think life is really worth living without this feeling.”

He nodded, but I could see tears developing in his eyes. He looked up and blew out a deep breath and tried to blink back his tears. I walked over to the couch, sitting down and crossing my legs. Felix came right behind me, sitting to my right and placing a hand on my knee.

“All I have ever wanted was to be happy. And I am. Even though I know that these feelings are never going to be reciprocated, I am happy. Over the moon. I hope one day, you love someone as much as I love him. Because even in the end, I am going to go out knowing that I loved. And that I loved hard. I know how I feel. I understand how I feel. Nobody else is ever going to get that. I get that its hard for you, Felix. But please understand that this is for me.”

“But what about everyone else?”

My stomach dropped.

I never really thought much about what would happen after I was gone. All I could think about was the feeling that grew stronger and stronger inside of my chest daily. I never thought about the repercusions of my actions. Before tonight, the boys would find out that I was gone, and never understand why. They would live a long life, filled with happiness and love, while I would live a short one filled with the same. But now that Felix knows, he would have to be the one to tell them. To break the news on my passing. And he would have to tell him why.

“What about the fact that I am going to have to live… every single day for the rest of my life knowing that I couldn’t help you? That I knew this whole time and never did a single thing?”

“There is no way to help me! Please, I am begging you to understand that there is NOTHING in this whole world that could change my decision. Not even him.”

I’m pretty sure that hit him, because he looked down and his lap and took a shaky breath.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” I questioned.

“Okay.” He looked up at me. “I’m sorry I kept pushing.”

“Its fine, I get it.”

I smiled at him as he smiled as me, a bright smile that one of the prettiest I had ever seen.

“You still need to see him, or at least talk to him.”

I sighed and nodded my head. “You’re right.”

“How about this? We have practice in a few days, do you want to come with me? It doesn’t have to be long, but just let him know you’re still alive. I’m so tired of hearing him go on and on about how you haven’t said anything to him in two weeks.”

I let out a light laugh.

“That sounds fine. I’m just worried about the whole ‘coughing up a garden’ thing.”

“If you need to, just run out of the room. I’ll come up with some sort of excuse for you.”

I laughed, thinking about the fact that Felix was no good with excuses.

“And if it is okay with you, maybe I can stay here with you. Just to make sure you’re okay. But that’s only if its okay with you.” He had his hands up in a defensive position, like he was trying to stop someone from coming at him.

“That sounds fine with me. It’ll be nice to has some company around here.” I smiled at him.

We sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, enjoying the moment we both had together right now.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yeah, Felix?”

“I don’t want to be a downer, but … I’m really going to miss you.”

I could feel my chest tighten again, but not from the petals.

From sadness.

I thought that within a span of a months, I would never seen Felix again. Or any of my friends.

I would never see Chan ever again.

Two days passed by quickly, Felix staying at my place, helping when my coughing got to a point where I couldn’t handle it. I was dreading arriving at the company, dreading seeing his face again. I contemplated backing out, but there was no way in hell Felix would let me get away with that. I had to suck it up and deal with whatever was bound to happen the second I stepped foot into the practice room. The whole ride there my knee was bouncing wildly and couldn’t help myself but to bite my nails. I jumped slightly when I felt Felix place a hand on my knee.

“You’re shaking the whole car; you know that right?”

“I’m sorry,” I brought my hand down as I answered his question. “I’m just nervous.”

“I can understand that, but please I can’t take the shaking anymore.”

I laughed at him slightly, apologizing under my breath.

“Do you want to talk about it, or do you want to talk about something different? I can’t handle how quiet you’re being.”

“What else could there be to talk about? I’m literally dying, Lix; that’s a pretty hard topic to not talk about.”

He took a deep breath in before stating harshly, “You know, you don’t have to be so harsh about it, I was just trying to fill the silence.”

I immediately felt guilty and could feel tears rising in my eyes. I turned a little towards to window and closed my eyes, silently begging my tears not to fall.

“(Y/N), you alright?”

“I’m such a shitty friend to you, why are you even putting up with me?” I questioned him shakily.

“You are NOT a bad friend. You’re literally choking on flower petals, for Christ sake, you’re 100% allowed to be upset. If anything, I need to stop giving you snippy remarks. I’m just having a hard time coming to terms with everything. You of everyone don’t deserve this. You should be living a long, happy life, not having to put up with this.” I could hear him getting slightly choked up from his own words. “I’m really sorry, (Y/N), I understand that you have already made up your mind, but I’m not going to stop begging you to change it.”

“Felix, please don’t cry. I can’t handle that.” I turned more towards him and placed a hand on his knee. “Plus, you’re driving and I really don’t want to die in a car accident after dealing with this for so long.”

He laughed and wiped some tears from his eyes. He looked towards me for a second and gave me a stunning smile that made the one on my face grow.

“Promise me this will be the last time we talk about this.” I asked, raising my pinky towards him.

He looked down at it, visibly looking like he was in anguish. He coughed slightly before intertwining his pinky with mine.

“Yeah, I promise.”

“Good, now let’s get this thing done and over with.”

“I hope you know how happy he is going to be to see you. He’s going be so surprised; I can’t wait to see the look on his face.”

I looked towards him, slightly confused. “He knows I’m coming, right?”

He shook his head overdramatically. “Nope,” He said, popping the ‘P’. “Not a soul knows you’re coming.”

“Felix!” I snapped. “I don’t want to just drop in on your practice! That’s so rude!”

He looked at me like I had grown another eye. “(Y/N), you know for a fact that nobody is even going to bat an eye because you’re there. If anything, it’s more comfortable when you’re there. You’re the only one who isn’t afraid to tell us how if is when we mess up.”

“I don’t know, Felix. I think I would have rather him know I was coming than to surprise him after not saying a word to him for almost 3 weeks now.”

“He’s definitely going to be upset, but he’s Chan and you’re (Y/N). He’s never mad at you for long.”

I slouched in the seat and looked ahead, ignoring the fact that as much as I hated it, I knew he was right. Chan and I were never in a rough spot long. One of us would fold not very long afterwards and apologize, all because we couldn’t go long without being in each other’s company.

“Trust me, as upset as he’ll be, he’s going to be absolutely over the moon to see you.”

“I sure hope so.”

I could feel my heart racing as we walked towards where the door that would lead us straight to the boys.

Straight to Chan.

I stood behind Felix as we finally approached the door, him pushing it open with me trailing slowly behind him.

“Hey guys, sorry I’m late. Had to pick up a friend really quick.” Felix said, moving over slightly to show my figure. Hyunjin and Changbin were both laying out on the floor parallel with each other, while Jeongin’s head was resting on Hyunjin’s thigh. Seungmin and Han were taking selfies in the mirror, and Minho was scrolling through something on his phone. Almost like Chan was, expect for Chan was tucked in the corner of the room, tapping at something on his phone until he brought it up to his ear. That was when I felt the vibration start in my pocket.

“(Y/N)!” Hyunjin and Han said, almost in sync with each other, but I didn’t look at them. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of the boy who spun around so fast, I thought he was going to fall over. I must have pressed the ‘cancel’ button on his phone, because I felt the vibrating in my pocket stop as he rushed over to me and squeezed me into a tight hug.

“What the hell is wrong with you?! You can’t just go all AWOL on me like that.” He mumbled to me as he pushed me away from his body. “Why haven’t you called me back or answered my messages?”

He wanted me to answer his question, but all I could think of was his warm hands on my arm and waist, and the way his eyes were looking down on me. I could already feel my chest starting to get full, like I had just drank the hottest coffee on the planet. I went to answer his question, but I couldn’t get the words out.

I heard a rough cough from behind me and turned to see Felix standing with his closed fist to his mouth. When he finally looked up from the ground, he looked at me and then at Chan, almost signaling me to say something. I turned back around to look at Chan and smiled slightly.

“I’m sorry, I just haven’t been very well and didn’t want to worry you.”

I didn’t technically lie, did I?

“Well, you did anyways. I thought I did something to make you upset with me.”

“I’m sorry, Chan,” I lifted my arm to place my hand on his shoulder. “I really am. I just know you worry all the time about me and I don’t want you to.”

“It’s alright, I guess. I’m just a little upset.” He looked behind me at Felix. “But why were you with Felix if you were feeling well?”

I felt nervous suddenly, knowing that finding a quick excuse would all be on me.

“He wasn’t with me the whole time; I just called him this morning and asked him to pick me up so I could surprise you.”

That seemed to do the trick, as Chan smiled and nodded his head slightly.

“Alright. But have you been feeling better?”

“Somewhat.” I turned to look at Felix who looked almost as uncomfortable as I did.

Chan walked back over to the rest of the boys, getting the few on the ground up and ready to practice. I turned to look at Felix, whose face was almost as red as mine was.

“You good?” I asked him.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “Just nervous he wasn’t going to except that excuse.”

“Same here.”

“Just stick by me and you’ll be okay.” He said, placing a hand on my shoulder and bringing me into a side hug. I wrapped my arm around his waist and felt how he ran his hand up and down my arm. When I went to turn to go sit on one of the small black couches, I noticed both Chan and Han looking in mine and Felix’s direction with odd looks on their faces. I ignored it and sat down on my phone, listening as they started their practice and danced their hearts out. I had seen Chan dance so may times, but each time seems like it gets better. He moves with no effort, yet seems like he puts all his energy into it. I could see him meet my eyes in the mirror every once in a while, flashing me a smile that would have brought me to my knees had I not been sitting down. I smiled back at him, trying to mask the discomfort I felt as my chest began to heat up and tighten. I swallowed as best as I could, attempting to keep it down as long as possible.

After the practice ended, everybody laid themselves out on the ground, all except for Chan and Felix. Felix was making his way over to me, but Chan was just a bit faster. He practically threw himself on top of me, forcing me to lay across the couch. I freaked out, trying my best to get him off as me, as I knew if physical contact lasted too long, I would get sick again.

“Chan, get off of me! You’re too sweaty!” I tried my best to make an excuse to get him to move, but he didn’t flinch. If anything, he out his full body weight on top of me, burying his face as deep as he could in my neck.

“But whyyyyyy,” he complained. “You’re so comfy!”

I began to get warm, a little too warm, and the urge to gag became almost overwhelming.

“Chan, move!” I all but yelled, and used my entire body to throw myself up and knock him onto the floor beside me.

As bad as I felt, I couldn’t help but stand up as quickly as I could and run out of the door, running around like crazy trying to find a bathroom. My hearing was echoed and my eyes saw tunnel vision as I ran around, tears tearing up from how hard I was holding back. Once I finally found a bathroom, I ran into the largest stall and slammed the door shut, ensuring I locked it unlike I did the first time around at my home with Felix. I began to hurl into the toilet, watching as nothing but whole flowers began to come out of my mouth, and I practically doing the best I could to wrap my arms around it like it was my saving grace. Well, looks like this is progressing a lot faster than I had anticipated it would. After a couple of minutes, I felt better and slumped back against the wall, tearing pouring out of my eyes as I sobbed into my hands. I’m not quite sure how long passed after that when I heard the door to the bathroom open.

“(Y/N)? Are you in here?” An Australian accent said.

As hard as I tried to hold back, I couldn’t help but release another sob from my mouth.

“(Y/N), are you alright? What happened?” Chan asked from the other side of the stall door.

“Get Felix, please.” I replied in a monotone voice.

“What? (Y/N), let me in so I can he-“

“Get Felix, Chan.” I demanded.

“Plea-“ He tried one more time.

“Now, Chan.”

I could practically feel the energy drain from him as he turned around and left the bathroom. I kept my legs spread in front of me as I buried the fats of my palms into my eyes and cried just a little bit more. It wasn’t long until I heard foot steps running down the hall, and Felix’s voice booming through the bathroom.

“(Y/N)? Are you okay? Where are you?”

I reached up as best as I could to unlock the stall door, letting it swing open to reveal me to him. He looked down on me with a sad look on his face.

“Oh, don’t pity me.”

“I don’t pity you, lovely. I just hate seeing you like this.” He knelt down besides me, placing a hand on my knee. I looked him in his eyes and could see how upset he was.

“I want to go home, Felix.”

“Okay. Whatever you want.”

He helped me up from the ground and held my hand as we walked back out to where he was parked.

“Don’t you have to say bye to the boys?”

He opened the door for me, allowing me to get in and closing the door. He walked to the other side of the car and got in before answering my question.

“I’ll just call them and let them know we left.”

He called one of the boys and waited until they answered the phone.

“Hey, Felix. Where did you guys go?” Han questioned.

“(Y/N)’s not feeling well, I’m going to take her back home and make sure she’s alright.”

“Does she want me to come over and take care of her?” Chan yelled from the background.

“Why do you always put me on speakerphone, Han? And no, she’ll be just fine with me.” Felix practically snapped back through the phone. “I just wanted to tell you we left. I’ll see you guys in a few days.”

I hung up the phone and threw himself back into his seat. He looked and me and I looked at him. We sat in silence for a few moments, the only sound was of Felix clearing his throat a few times.

“This was a bad idea. I’m so, so sorry.” He spoke.

“No, Felix. This isn’t your fault whatsoever. Please don’t be sorry. I should have known this wasn’t going to end well.” I looked down.

“Hey.” His hand landed on the back of my head. “Want to go get some lunch?” He tried, hoping to cheer me up.

I smiled as him, happy to know that I had somebody on my side.

“Please.”

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We ended up at the burger place that Chan and I used to frequent. I felt bad knowing I was coming here with someone else, but if I wanted a burger, I was going to have a burger. But, I felt bad after Felix said his tasted funny and barely ate any of his food. I apologized by getting us milkshake, and couldn’t help myself but laugh when Felix ended up with a whipped cream moustache. I was so incredible happy to have a friend like Felix, who genuinely only wanted the best for me. But couldn’t help but feel bad about the choice I was making, because I know if the tables were turned, I would do anything to keep him around as long as I could.

After we finished lunch, we made our way back to my place. The ride there was silent, but a comfortable silence. One where we really didn’t need words in order to make the atmosphere feel like a safe space. Once we arrived, I opened the door to get out, but Felix stayed put inside. I scrunched my eyebrows, asking him what was wrong and why he wasn’t getting out of the car.

“I’m not feeling all that well all of a sudden, I think that burger got to my stomach. I’m going to go home for the night and I’ll be back tomorrow, okay?” He stumbled over his words; I could tell by the look on his face that he was in some pain.

“Are you sure? My bathroom is closer.”

“No, it’s alright. I promise I’ll be back with you soon.” He said, looking like he was getting impatient with me keeping him.

I sighed but understood. I bid him adieu and sent him on his way, not wanting to keep him in pain much longer. I watched as his car drove away from me and then turned to head into the building, stopping by the lounge area to speak with some of the other occupants that I had grown to know over the past few years. Once everyone decided to head back to their apartments, I made my way into the elevator and pressed the button to my floor. I looked at my phone and saw two text messages from two different people. The first one was from Chan about half an hour ago, a simple:

“Where are you???”

I decided to ignore it for now, planning on texting him back later when I was more in the mood to. The second one though was from Felix, that came in just a few minutes ago.

“I’m sorry.”

I knew he would feel bad about it, but it wasn’t his fault his stomach started to act up. The doors to the elevator opened and I began to type back to him while walking, letting him know to not feel bad at all and I would call him tonight once I got settled in, but right before I hit send, I heard a voice coming from down the hall.

“(Y/N).”

My head snapped up at the husky voice, eyes meeting Chans immediately as he stood about 10 feet away from me.

“What are you doing here?” I stated, not in the mood to deal with him at the moment.

“I came here to know what the hell is going on with you ghosting me. Did I do something wrong?”

I pushed past him to head towards my door, hearing his footsteps behind me. We moved inside and he closed the door, quickly stalking his way over to me where I had plopped on my couch.

“I want to know what is going on and I want to know now.”

“And what if I don’t want to tell you, Chan? What if it isn’t any of your business to know?” I came back, getting irritated at the fact that he started interrogating me.

“You’re my business, (Y/N).” My stomach dropped. “We’re best friends and I love you and I want to know why you’re acting like this. Like I don’t exist to you anymore.”

I ducked my head down and could feel the tears rising in my eyes, not knowing if it was from the emotions I was currently feeling or from the pain in my chest and stomach.

“Chan, please. I don’t want to tell you. I don’t want to tell anyone.”

“Oh, but I bet you told Felix.”

My head snapped back up quickly.

“You keep him out of this, he’s been helping me.”

“I could have helped you, (Y/N)!” He shouted walking away from me while running both hands through his hair and then turning around to look at me again. “That’s what I am trying to say! I have been there for you through EVERYTHING and then to just have you ghost me like this is killing me.” He got quiet towards the end.

“Chan… I promise it isn’t you.” I lied. “I’m just… I’m sorry.”

I finally folded, not able to keep my tears back anymore. I tucked my chin into my chest and started sobbing and could hear Chan’s feet patting against the ground as he came back around to sit next to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into him. I let myself cry and cry and cry until I couldn’t anymore but still using all of my might to keep what I felt coming up in my throat down. I looked up at him as he started to speak again.

“Please don’t apologize, (Y/N). I shouldn’t have pushed like that. I forget sometimes that you have other friends and that maybe you don’t have to tell me everything. I have secrets that I’ve kept and you do too. I just… you really are my best friend and it’s hard knowing that you and Felix are so close. Because you were my friend first and I’m afraid that I’ll lose you to him someday.” He stopped looking directly at me and looked down at the ground when he said the previous sentence. “Its like jealousy almost. But I need to get it through my head that you are allowed to go to whoever you want when you’re having issues. Please forgive me.”

“There is nothing to forgive, Chan.” I finally jumped in. “This was all my fault. I needed someone when I was going through something and he was just.. there. I promise its nothing against you. I love you Chan. You’re my best friend and I never wanted to hurt you.”

We remained silent after I finished, just the sound of my sniffling and his hand brushing against the fabric of the back of my shirt. After a while when I had calmed down, I felt a lot better than before; no pain in my chest and a full stomach. Chan reached for the remote and flicked on the TV, flipping through channels.

“Well, that was dramatic. Want to just hang out and watch TV?” He asked.

“That would be nice.”

We got comfy on the couch, and it felt like old times. This was the first time in a while that I had felt 100% okay, no pain or feeling like I was going to get sick. We sat together for about 20 minutes before the TV went mute.

“(Y/N), I need to ask you something. It’s killing me.”

I grew both nervous and confused.

“Yeah of course, what’s up?”

“Is there something going on between you and Felix? I’ve been wondering all day and it’s going to kill me.”

I jumped back a little bit in a shock, confused about how he got to that conclusion.

“Oh God, no, Chan. Nothing like that.” I shook my head at him.

He looked a little upset.

“Oh. Alright.” He unpressed the mute button and looked back at the television.

I wasn’t going to let that one go so fast. I grabbed the remote and hit the mute button again and he looked back over at me.

“Where did that question come from? Why do you ask?”

He looked around at everywhere but me and I moved closer to him to grab his face.

“Chan?”

He looked me in the eyes and sighed.

“It’s really not my place to say,”

My heart dropped into my stomach and tears rose to my eyes when he finished his sentence.

“But I thought maybe he finally confessed to you.”

He what?

#stray kids #skz #stray kids imagine #skz imagine #bangchan #felix #my writings #lee felix #chan #bangchan imagine #bangchan x reader #felix imagine #felix x reader #chan imagine #chan x reader

[melishade]

Number 32?

This ask game

Optimus being nice to the Warrior Cadets in the Dark Timeline. For more context: Part 18: The Warrior Cadets bonding with Optimus

Optimus' holoform unlocked the door to his library and opened it, and the Warrior Cadets were stunned at the sight of books before him. However, Optimus was disappointed at the sight of dust everywhere. Ever since Shockwave's arrival, Optimus had to close the library indefinitely. And now dust had accumulated for over three months.

"It would seem the library needs proper care and maintenance," Optimus proclaimed, "I need to acquire some cleaning supplies. You are more than welcome to wait."

"I can help!" Gabi insisted as she ran up in front of Optimus.

"Gabi!" Falco hissed in warning.

"Alright then," Optimus decided before turning to the others, "If you wish to help me, I would be more than willing to give you access to the library later."

"But only if we help you," Udo pressed in suspicion.

"I would have granted you access regardless if you helped me or not," Optimus declared.

The Warrior Cadets were shocked at this declaration, but Gabi didn't care about his words as she merely followed the Prime to the cleaning closet. When the two returned, they were holding a bucket of water, feather dusters, rags, and a broom. Colt had taken the broom while the other three took the rags. They had all gotten to work on cleaning the library of its dust and spiders. During this time, the other Warrior Cadets couldn't help but notice the way that Gabi was attached to Optimus' side the whole time, unless asked to take care of another dusty spot in the library.

"Mr. Optimus Prime...sir?" Colt spoke up.

"There is no need to be so formal," Optimus reassured, "Optimus will do just fine."

"Okay...Optimus?" Colt didn't like the way it sounded. He was certain the titan commanded great respect. Shouldn't he be given that much? "Why do you have a library?"

"It was a gift to me provided by the Survey Corps," Optimus explained as he wiped one of the shelves, "My previous occupation before the war for my planet was an archivist. Having a library of my own brings back rather fond memories from times of peace."

"I never knew you titans to be so peaceful," Zofia commented.

"Zofia," Udo hissed at her.

"How so?" Optimus asked her.

"Many of the reports we've heard in the past, you were always shown to be violent and deadly," Zofia explained, "And Megatron was always quite rude to us. He put us through grueling training until we couldn't feel our bones, and would constantly try to force us away from him."

"To be fair, we did annoy him quite often." Falco blushed in embarrassment.

Optimus couldn't help but smile at that. "Megatron's life has always been significantly different from mine, so he approaches the world differently. Part of it is not his fault. He was dealt a rather terrible hand in his younger years."

"Are you two friends?" Colt asked him.

"Our current standing is rather complicated," Optimus answered truthfully, "We have known each other for a long time, but we have been enemies longer than we have been friends."

"Megatron does seem like the person who would make more enemies than friends," Zofia added.

"Zofia!" Udo exclaimed, but the Prime chuckled a little, gaining looks of surprise from everyone else.

"Zofia, you are absolutely correct," Optimus told her.

After some time had passed, the library was completely clean. The Warrior Cadets were relieved the cleaning was over, but they couldn't help but notice how elated Optimus looked at the sight. It was a subtle expression in those strangely human eyes, but he looked happy to see his library in a better condition. He was so different from Megatron.

"Is there anything you wish to choose from the library?" the question even seemed happier, like he was eager to share his knowledge. But they were nervous. Marleyan history had told them that Eldian history was full of savagery and violence. Their history was that of stealing from other people. Why would they learn of their savage brutality? It would just make them feel more guilty.

"Is something wrong?" Optimus asked them.

"Isn't the Eldian history...just full of violence?" Gabi asked. She knows from Optimus' memories through the cortical psychic patch, and her experiences on the island, that the Eldians here were just normal people. But their history must still be the same right?

Optimus' eyes widened in realization. "That is right. It would be classified information."

"What's classified?" Colt asked.

"Over a century ago," Optimus began as he walked towards the shelf, "the king of the Eldian Empire had come to the island, taking a handful of his people with him."

Optimus grabbed a small stool and placed it beneath him to climb and reach the top shelf. "To prevent the people of the island from attacking the people outside, he used the powers of the Founder to wipe the memories of every Eldian, with a few non-Eldians and Ackermans as exceptions. He had also created a vow-renouncing war, that would bar any future descendant from using the full powers of the Founding Titan."

Optimus grabbed a few books on the island's history before stepping down the stool. "The Walls believed from then on that they were the last of the human race, and the only one who knew the truth of the outside world was the king, and all of the descendants after him. As a result, the Wall's history evolved differently."

Optimus noticed their stunned expressions at this information. Right, this must be a shock to all of them considering what they had been taught since birth. "If you wish, I can read to you this information."

"A-are you sure sir?" Colt asked.

"My library and its contents are open to all who wish to learn," Optimus proclaimed as he saw down. Gabi sat down eagerly next to the Prime, and beckoned the others to join. Curiosity ultimately got the better of them and they all ended up seated in a circle.

Optimus the first book and began to read aloud to them. "I was just a girl, when my father took us to celebrate the seventy-fifth year safe within the walls. We lived in a small village, and it took us a week to reach Wall Maria.

Here, I touched a Wall for the first time - feeling brave, with my father to protect me from the rumbling footsteps of the Titans far beyond!- but my mother drew me aside and bade me to look at the valley below us, with villages and comforting greens, so far off I could hardly see it in Wall Rose.

"Remember," she told me, "the miracle of the Walls is not what they are, but what they make possible."

I have taken her words to heart; this travel guide is a study of the world within the Walls."

"Who is this by?" Udo asked, before quickly covering his mouth. All the Warrior Cadets grew nervous. Was Optimus going to answer them?

"A woman named 'Mitras Quarterly'," Optimus answered him, "She was actually kind enough to come to my library and donate her travel guide. She thought it would be good to have it accessible to the general public. She appreciated the Walls and everything it had to offer, and was deeply saddened when Wall Maria fell. But she was content to here it reclaimed from the titans and decided to visit that section of the Walls once more to help rebuild it."

"You...you don't mind us asking questions?" Udo asked him.

"Knowledge is power," Optimus explained, "To keep that knowledge from you, would be unethical as an archivist, and as someone who values freedom."

"So...what did she write about Wall Maria?" Gabi asked. Optimus smiled a little before he continued to read aloud. He indulged their questions and queries about the world within the Walls.

(This dialogue was actually from the first chapter of the Attack on Titan Anthology, and there's definitely more information if you want to take a look. 58 has been asked, but the rest is free game.)

#attack on prime #tfp #attack on titan #transformers prime #snk #asks #send me asks #shingeki no kyojin #ao3 #aot #tfp optimus #optimus prime #gabi braun #colt grice #falco grice #snk udo #snk zofia #maccadam #macadam #dialogue #what if tfp shockwave was in aop aka the dark timeline #dialogue prompts #dialogue prompt

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Hazformers Theory: Lockdown Wouldn't Be Able To Hide From Niffty

[Note: please make sure to watch Hazbin Hotel Season 1 episodes first before reading this. and Hazformers AU is thanks to blitzy-blitzwing. also reading this post is optional.]

even if they haven't really spoken to each other, and Lockdown and the other Decepticons probably don't know how crazy Niffty can be...

and if Blitzwing had been around her the most than them, he might be use to her, and doesn't mind her craziness.

he might also know about her interest in bad boys, and how she can be with them, so she might try to take some of Lockdown's fur as a souvenir, like how she did with Valentino, and I'm wondering if Valentino could have a type of semi split personality, though I guess it could be my imagination...

Lockdown could become Niffty's target of bad boy interest, and who she could see as even bigger bad boy than him would be Shockwave, who if she tries to get close to, it would be Blitzwing's turn to be Helicopter Dad to her just like how Angel was before.

Niffty was of course a bit drunk and trying to take cleaning supplies that didn't belong to her, and Angel got on to her for it, and to calm her down he had her play with the kitty, which happen to be Husk.

so we have the Helicopter Dad Angel and Tired Dad Husk who he has to let Niffty pull on his ears and wings so she can keep happy.

Angel just seem like he was being like a Helicopter Dad to Niffty, it was really sweet, so it be interesting if Niffty did try to get close to Shockwave, Blitzwing stops her because he knows it be dangerous.

of course if Shockwave did fall for Niffty, if not right away but slowly and without fully realizing it...

the songs that would match such a ship between them would be

"She's Crazy But She's Mine" by Alex Sparrow, and the song "Crazy Chicks" by Ken Ashcorp...

I'm still gonna OTP ship Megatron x Carmilla Carmine, and when I'm able to I will add their ship into one of the stories I'm working on, but is at the moment on hiatus.

but yeah even if Shockwave did fall for Niffty, he could start with growing fond for her.

I can't help but think she might be able to keep up with Blurr in running, I mean she can run really fast when she wants to, so picture her hugging him when she catches up to him, because he is very soft. XD

but even if Shockwave doesn't really fall for Niffty, he could possibly in theory grow fond of her.

and find it entertaining to see Lockdown trying to evade Niffty, who is somehow able to find him no matter where he tries to hide to get away from her.

it could be possible that Ratchet and Prowl would be amused by Lockdown being chased by Niffty.

it could be seen as karma for the times he went after others for a bounty and took their parts for his upgrade.

and ya know, even if Primus loves all the Cybertronians that are like his children, don't mean he is a perfect parent, and he could be a Gray-Parent. I mean there is that whole Autobots having more planets than Decepticons and I had talked about the numbers before, and it just proves that the caste system on Cybertron in the TFA Timeline is a bit corrupted.

for all we know, Lockdown could of became the way he is because of the corruption on Cybertron.

even if those on Optimus's Team believe that the Decepticons were always cold energoned beings, they would have to face the truth that isn't 100% true...because at least they, the Decepticons don't take over already organic worlds that already had organic life on it, though they, Optimus's Team, might not know about that corrupted side of Cybertron because they aren't on the same rank as Ultra Magnus, who I still believe is really Megazarak.

I think I still like TFP Magnus better, he might still be a bossy dad, but he could truly be a Ultra Magnus, and not a Magnus who was once known as Megazarak.

you can't fool me, I know your really Megazarak "Magnus"...

anyway, I think that if Lockdown and Niffty were like in a type of Semi-Ship, Lockdown would be trying his best to get away from Niffty who has fallen for him because he is a "bad boy"...

it could be possible that even if he got lucky in being able to hide from her and get away from her for a little while even for a day, she would end up finding him eventually, and that would be interesting.

well he would know how it would feel being the one hunted down like a bounty and I guess that could be what makes it funny.

I think when I'm able to, I will do another ship drawing of Megamilla (Megatron x Carmilla's ship name...) and well, I would talk about more about the crazy idea about Niffty becoming Lockdown's stalker...

but I'm feeling a bit tired, and I'm going to go lay down for a little...maybe for a few hours.

#do not reblog without permission #hazformers #fan theory #niffty hazbin hotel #lockdown tfa #shockwave #shipping #megatron #carmilla carmine #crossover ship #one true pairing #february 2024

[chichirichick]

Santa's a Little Late, but...

I had the honor of getting my wife from another life @anxietybard for the @sesecretsanta this year! Read the SoMa pining below or on AO3.

Title: Taking a Leap

Pairing: SoMa, background hints of Marie/Stein, Kid/Star

Rating: T

This wasn’t how I wanted to spend the start of my weekend, but that perfect little girl scout of a meister of mine just had to rope me into another one of her half-baked plans. “You know she has the combined genetic make-up of a dissection-happy scientist and a woman who breaks toilets.” 

“A toilet,” Maka corrected as if that made it any better. “And that was just a rumor.” Her prim little sashay ended at the mouth of the walkway. She turned on her heels, planted her fists on her hips, and that bottom lip popped into a pout before she seemed to think better of it. With as flat a line to her lips as possible, Maka griped, “I don’t know why you bothered to come if all you’re going to do is complain.”

This should not be my circus– should not be my monkeys– but staying home alone on a Friday night? I could count the number of Fridays—let's not mention other days of the week—I’d spent without Maka on one hand.

Way to make it sound like you’re a couple, loser.

Ah, and there was the spiral, right on cue. Not that this was anything new, but a few recent weird life events had sent me on more than one mental tailspin: this year, that idiot Star and our often emotionally stunted boss Kid had jumped an unexpected hurdle into each others’ beds.

To my fucking surprise, this ignited a shit-ton of issues for me– no, no, I have no problem with two dudes shacking up, even though thinking about either of those two having sex isn’t high on my list of joyful thoughts. It was just this goddamn hazy, dreamy truth that I’d always tried to hold on to: weapons always ended up with their meisters. I mean, there was no chance in hell that Liz or Patty could withstand more than a partnership with Kid, and Tsubaki already had the patience of a saint just being Star’s weapon, but… I don’t know. Just the idea that the sorta unbreakable bond weapon and meister have–

“Soul.”

Oops. I blinked as my brain scrambled back out of that catastrophic corkscrew to face the one I was in now. “Maka, are you serious?” I slapped on a slick grin for good measure. “I watched you make flashcards all week– I want to make sure Shelley has some fun.”

She rolled her eyes before spinning back to her original trajectory.

Mission accomplished– for now. I followed a few steps behind her, sorta mesmerized by the wave of her hair as she left it untied. That’s been happening more often… wonder if she’s tryin’ a new style or somethin’.

Wow, creeper.

My shoulders crumpled a little further as I sighed. Sometimes that little demon was a real piece of shit.

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Soul being there shouldn’t have irked me, and I honestly don’t even know why I complained. Why I was pouting. Why I was unable to even laugh at his—well deserved—joke about the myriad of activities I had planned.

It’s just…

This was a test. A pivotal, life-altering test. 

I hear it: Soul being here for a momentous decision? Of course– or really, it should be of course– but there was a giant roadblock. One that, if you asked me straight to my face, I’d deny even if you were threatening to pull fingernails. In my head, though… the moment played back perfectly in my mind:

Marie, someone who had filled at least a quarter of the empty spot my mother had left behind, wheeled behind curtains to give birth to her long-awaited bundle of joy.

Soul, taking my hand and squeezing as he gently chided: “Don’t worry– she’ll be fine.”

Me, frozen, watching the fabric flutter before my voice—so alien, so far away—croaked from my throat: “I won’t ever be a mother.”

Any flashback to it still sets my teeth on edge, especially as the moment fades out on Soul’s shocked face. I captured each one of those syllables and squashed it down, all while hoping that Soul wouldn’t let it die. I wanted him to question me– to challenge with some Soul-icism that was a comforting mix of mocking and mollification. Because I know why I said it, but I’m all too sure he doesn’t.

And there it was: a giant roadblock.

Well, as if not being in a relationship wasn’t enough of a roadblock.

Sometimes Soul’s not the only one with that dark little voice in his head.

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This was a disaster, and I hate to say I told her so, but I told her so. Okay, and yeah, I don’t actually hate proving Little-Miss-Can’t-Be-Wrong wrong. I’m not above smug satisfaction at being right, but watching Maka struggling against the will of a four-year-old had soured it just a bit. 

“I think it’s time for dinner,” Maka mumbled as the last of her confidence deflated.

“Actually–” Man, was I risking my entire life by grabbing her wrist and turning those tear brimmed eyes back to me. I was at a total loss as to why the hell she was taking it so personally, but I couldn’t let her drown in her own saltwater. “Shelley’s gonna make dinner. I’ll supervise.” You would have thought I’d dog-eared the page of her favorite book since the look I got was nothing but a bubbling cauldron of rage with a fine shimmering top of terror. What the fuck’s gotten into you?

“F-fine.” She fumbled over the word before forcing herself out of my grip. Without another peep, Maka disappeared into the archway to the living room, leaving me to feed a sigh to the ceiling.

“Do I really get to make dinner?” The hopeful little chirp sent my eyes back down to Marie’s mini-me. “Really, Soul?”

“Yup”—I ruffled a hand through her hair—“and just to warn you, I’m lazy. So you’re doin’ most of the work.” I made a show of drooping in the doorway, enjoying the way it made Shelley erupt into giggles.

“C’mon, Soul, c’mon!” There was plenty of tugging, dragging, and laughing involved before we made it into the kitchen. 

“Alright, show me the pots.” Not a second of confusion crossed that little face– Shelley instantly jumping into action and proving my point almost instantly. 

Well, my point if I had made a point with Maka, but Death knows she wouldn’t hear it. The irony? Kids this age are willful little know-it-alls who want to do, not be told, and least of all, be coddled.

Sound like anyone we know?

Since I had kept all that in mind, I was living the ideal: water boiling, sauce in a pot, and a very determined kiddo stirring with her big-girl spoon while I chopped. Shelley was practically preening while she inhaled the tomatoey steam. “Can we save some for Mama and Papa?”

“‘Course.” I couldn’t stop the laugh that followed as she wiggled with delight. Okay, so maybe the homicidal doctor gene didn’t pass down.

“Soul?”

I was busy trying to keep all my fingers intact so all I could do was hum out: “Hm?” 

“Is Miss Maka always so mean?”

My knife slowed, half because Shelley deserved careful consideration to her question and half because I needed to glance back at the door. No, there were no jade eyes scowling at me from the frame, but… ah, fuck it. “Not sure I’d call it mean. I know she doesn’t mean it that way, but–”

“Then why does Miss Maka keep trying to tell me what to do?” she complained.

“I know it sounds like she’s tellin’ you what to do,” I murmured, “but it’s more tryin’ to protect you.” I shrugged to buy time. What was her problem, anyway? What was the helicopter parent act that she had going on tonight?

“But I’m a big girl!”

Boy, did I want to snort out a laugh. There was too much irony again, and a part of me wanted Maka to be listening. “Yeah, you are, but when someone cares about you, sometimes they go a little haywire. Sorta wanna just wrap you up in their love to keep you from anythin’ bad.” Okay, so, maybe it wasn’t just Maka who should be listening. I stared down at my hands with a sigh, feeling the sting of that insight trying to needle into my brain. My heart didn’t want to budge, but… “Think you could take it as a sign she really cares, and we’ll work on it from there?”

Oh? And when are you gonna work on that yourself?

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I wasn’t sure if it was my ego or my heart that was more bruised, especially as elation followed the pair into the dining room. Shelley was precariously balancing a bowl of salad—is she old enough to do that?—while Soul steadily carried a pot beside her. The objections were on my tongue when Soul’s stole everything away:

Let her do it, he mouthed.

Oh, yes, definitely a strike to my ego. It yelped along with a myriad of annoyed petulant pleas: How does he know what’s best? Since when is he a child whisperer? How does he know what’s right and I–

I flattened a hand over my mouth as if the words were going to flee from behind my teeth. It was all so dark, so ugly, and it was getting me nowhere. My eyes burned as Shelley joined me at the table. Soul was quick to turn back and retrieve the pasta before sliding into his seat. I honestly wanted to disappear. This was all a failed experiment because every ticking moment was proving me right: I was only capable of needing mothering, not giving it and–

Soul’s hand tightened around mine, making me jump. For a moment, I was sure I’d see heads bowed and “Grace” starting on Shelley’s lips, but Soul was just watching Shelley serve herself. The little girl was in the throes of victory—even though some of the tablecloth had suffered casualties—while Soul ran a gentle thumb over my knuckles.

Holding hands wasn’t anything exactly new, but this… I risked another glance at his face, and while the turn of his smirk spoke “cool as a cucumber,” the light pink of his ears was that well-honed hint that he was nervous. About what? Nervous that I was– yes, Maka, duh. Soul could be dense about certain things, but I had to admit that he wasn’t about people’s feelings. He could read a room just as easily as sheet music.

I let my stare linger from that peony stain to the strong set of his jaw before rising to scarlet eyes that were now focused on me. “You ready to eat?”

I squeezed his hand, watching as that made the corner of his mouth twitch. Whether tonight was a losing battle or not, one thing was clear: I had Soul with me. That was always enough. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

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Fuck, I was starting to think I was insane. Suddenly, Maka wasn’t Maka anymore. Or, I dunno, maybe she was more Maka than she was before? Again, fuck. Because whatever funk she’d been in at the beginning of the night had suddenly lifted as soon as dinner was over. I’d seen the girl hangry before, but…?

Or your lame little hand-holding actually worked.

As if that’d ever be enough.

It was Maka’s turn since we’d hit the toiletries stage of the bedtime routine. That means—again, what the fuck—she’d settled back into the observer role. No more bossing– no more worrying over whether or not an activity was gonna leave toes and fingers intact. Just an enigmatic smile and eyes that wouldn’t quit following me around the room. I couldn’t tell if I hated it or liked it– again, just insane.

“Soul!”

I jolted at the call before steadying myself for the mosey down the hall. Shelley was tucked to her chin, Maka sitting there with a book poised. I watched the scene, a smirk on my lips. “Whatdya need me for?”

“You have to do the bear voice,” Shelley instructed.

“Apparently my voice isn’t deep enough,” Maka added with one of the only self-deprecating smiles I’d ever seen on her. I didn’t like it.

That sent me striding, moving to plop on the other side of the bed. “Lemme see.” Maka angled the book my way. I glanced at Shelley, seeing that childlike expectant smile. Next was Maka, and… well, there was some sorta expectation there too that I couldn’t exactly get a fix on. I didn’t have time for that thought; my little Goldilocks wouldn’t wait.

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I’d made some lame excuse to stand in the kitchen. Well, popcorn was a fitting one at least since we had time to kill before Stein and Marie got home. Each pop! had my nerves tingling– little beats of gunfire to rip little holes in my heart. I guess it was all the melancholy of letting my dream die.

I wasn’t so stupid as to create white-picket fences. Mantles with family photos in neat little rows. The sing-song voice of children playing in the yard.

We were, at best, soldiers. In my mind, only pieces of that would even be possible, and even then…

Roadblocks.

Unrequited love. My neediness. My stubbornness. My… well, everything since tonight had shown me the obvious truth: I’m not made to be a mother.

Because that was the core covered in the mud of those words I had said to Soul. I had watched Marie in her sacrifice and knew—so deeply that it wrenched my heart from its place between my ribs—that my mother had never done the same for me. Sure, there was the actual birth, but the unconditional love that came after? And obviously that hadn’t been passed down. My patience today—or utter lack thereof—had been the final nail in the coffin. I was too stubbornly myself, and the self that I was most certainly didn’t fit the motherly mold.

“Yo.”

I just about jumped for the counter, spinning quickly to catch Soul with an eyebrow raised as he stood in the doorway. “What?”

“Are you coming in this century, or am I starting this movie by myself?”

“I’m just trying to make sure all the kernels are popped,” I grumbled as I turned back to the bag circling in the microwave.

“Alright, little miss perfect,” he teased before his footsteps got lost in the hush of the carpet. “Don’t blame me when you hate the flick.”

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Maka was fidgeting even though I was sure I’d picked a total winner of a film– some stupid puzzle of a thriller that she could use that big brain to tear apart for two hours. Instead, it was me she was tearing apart, and not being a bit sly about it. Her finger was toying with the power button and after a few more circles she finally took the plunge. I was stuck staring at a black screen.

“How did you know?”

“Know what?” I could be a little proud of the nonchalant, bullshitting tone I’d actually managed to put into that. I still couldn’t fix the arms that protectively crossed my chest or the bit of a grimace that was tainting the side of my smirk.

“You don’t have to be modest,” she pressed, green eyes starting an inquisition. “I want to know why–how you’re so good with kids.”

I shrugged, but the stone in her features told me I wasn’t off the hook. “Sorta– yeah, I had cousins and stuff.”

“And stuff.”

Woo-boy, I was toeing a line, but… there was Solomon Evans, and then there was Soul Eater. I’d never been too sure about burdening Maka with the old me, and this was sure it. Still, I dipped that toe: “Before my grandma died–”

The start of that brought her eyes wider, sweetness– softness coming to her eyes.

“–there used to be a mob of us. Mom’s got three brothers and a sister and each of ‘em wasn’t shy about having kids. Wes and I are the only pair.” I swallowed the old urge to button my lips because she was hanging off each word with a death-grip. “But they were all younger. Mostly babies and toddlers, so I got used to that kinda kid.”

She just nodded.

I cleared my throat. “But when Grandma died, our idiot parents just fell into fighting about inheritance and all that stopped.” I suddenly realized that secret had been a rock in my gut, and while it still scratched me raw coming up, its absence was a weight I didn’t fucking miss. “Got used to it, so I missed it.”

“I’m sorry.”

Sure, she could be apologizing for the shit my parents did, but I knew there was more to it. Her eyes were a little too shiny, and that button of her nose was turning a light pink. Maybe my sense had been lost along with that burden, since I couldn’t stop the whisper: “Why’d you ask Marie to do this?”

She flinched and her lips buttoned tight.

“Maka,” I pushed.

Her reply was a sigh, her fingers flexing on the channel changer and threatening to undo the silence. I grabbed them, ruining her chance for escape. “How do you know I asked?”

“‘Cause,” I muttered back.

“Don’t you think I’m responsible enough for Marie to just ask me?” Any playfulness in that was erased by her eyes falling away from me.

“Bookworm”—my throat burned with the love I couldn’t hide—“I know you. Doin’ somethin’ like this… what were you tryin’ to prove?”

She blinked, the liquid no longer just a shine in her eyes but small rivers down her cheeks. “It doesn’t matter. I failed anyway.”

Her arms tensed, trying to pull back her hands but I slipped into a firm hold on her wrists. I wasn’t gonna let her get away, not if it meant she was gonna break somewhere on her own. “Failed at what?”

“I was no good at this,” she whispered as that horrible, un-Maka-ly smile plastered on her lips again. 

I wanted to roll my eyes. “Maka–”

“No,” she decimated that even with her softened voice. “I told you, right? I’m just– I won’t ever be a mother.”

Oh. There it was. Definitely not something I had forgotten, but we were sixteen. I fucking barely knew my own feelings let alone how to navigate hers. What I did know though? This was a deep hurt, and I most likely had this one chance to get it right. “The first time I held my cousin, I dropped him.”

Maka blinked, brows furrowing. “What?”

I produced at least half of a laugh thanks to the memory floating over my brain. “Not dropped-dropped, but yeah, he was nuts as a toddler and just threw himself everywhere, and since I didn’t know and hadn’t tried before, I made the mistake of trying to lift him when he was having one of those tantrums and pow!” 

“But–”

“But nothin’,” I spat. “You can’t just throw yourself into something and expect it to be second nature. Even meistering—you know, that thing that’s literally in your blood—didn’t come to you without practice.” I gave her wrists a shake for good measure since I could see the argument forming on her lips. “You think four hours with a bossy preschooler means you couldn’t manage a kid of your own?”

“Nothing I did was right,” she hissed.

“That ain’t exactly true,” I pressed. “You tried. That was the rightest thing you could do.”

The pause that came after had me just about ready to tear out my hair. It wasn’t until she fidgeted, sighed, and tossed her chin back towards me that she spoke again. “Rightest isn’t a word,” Maka corrected softly as her eyes finally met mine. Her smile was dull, but at least it wasn’t fake anymore. “And I don’t know about trying, but… Soul, this isn’t just you– ‘wrapping me up to keep me from somethin’ bad?’”

My stomach dropped. Of course she’d been listening—of fucking course—but did she get the insinuation there? Love. I had said love. Wrapping someone in love. And I– 

Well, no shit, Eater, she’s sure you love her in that lame weapon way. Don’t get ahead of yourself.

“I’m sorry– I eavesdropped.” For once, she did look a little guilty, but I missed out on it completely. I was staring at my hands, hoping that if the heat I was feeling was a blush, then at least the tilt of my head would hide part of it. “Thanks for standing up for me.”

“Like I said– you were tryin’,” I mumbled. 

The tangle of our hands was suddenly in the forefront of my mind, but as soon as I started to loosen my hold on her wrists, she slid her palms back into mine. “But you’re not messing with me, right?”

“Nah.” One syllable– that’s all I fucking had. She was holding my hands too tightly. I was suffering through slick palms. I was sure at least my ears were pink. I was–

“I’m glad you came.”

Okay, no more at least. If my whole face wasn’t a tomato, then Clapton wasn’t a guitar god.

“It’s funny…” The breathlessness of her laugh drew my eyes back to her face. I had seen that look on her face only a few times before: she was scared, but that elated kind of afraid like she was about to jump off some cliff. “I wanted to do this by myself, but I realized that it always ends up alright if I have you with me.”

Floor, say hello to stomach. Tongue, lose every last control over your muscles. Brain, bluescreen. Here was where that dark, oily voice would usually pop in to ground me again, but even that didn’t have the strength to overcome my hopes at that moment.

It’s not like I imagined white-picket fences. No stupid Macy’s photos in tacky frames. No kids clamoring around the backyard.

We were tools, right? Usually just means to an end, but… 

If there was one thing I did envision, it was having her with me. And sometimes, just sometimes, it was all the happy stuff that could come along with that.

“Soul?”

“Ah,” I tried, but my mouth was still full of cotton.

“I just wanted you to know that, okay?” Her fingers were slipping away. The fucking moment was slipping away, and I knew it, and–

“You’d be good at it,” I blurted.

Trajectory was momentarily paused, her hands hovering between us. “What?”

“Being a mom,” I stammered through, knowing that for once I had no plan. “Maybe it doesn’t feel like it now, but I know you. I know you’d learn, and I know you’d be good at it.”

I had hoped the crying was over with, but new tears blossomed in her eyes. “Oh.”

“And that’s– that’s not me keepin’ you from somethin’ bad,” I murmured.

She nodded, brought her hands back to her face, and did her best to clear the mess. Death, Maka might have been all blotchy and tear-stained, but I couldn’t help but think she was probably the most beautiful I’d ever seen. She was vulnerable, and for once, we’d actually talked about it. I couldn’t help but want that moment to last forever.

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 I wanted to imagine that moment as another thread woven into our connection, and I wish that I… well, all that I could urge myself to do at that point was to plant my head on his shoulder and turn the movie back on as if it were any other night. My bravery does have its limits.

 At first, his heart galloped like we’d just finished a practice fight with Star, but after comfortably melding together over an hour, any thumping was replaced by his gentle snore. I laughed at the predictability: Soul always had a post-stress coma. 

I lifted my head to examine the tilt of his chin, the way his unfussed bangs slightly fell over his eyes. Soul’s mouth was slack, grumbles starting on each inhale. Gently, I tested his cheek with my finger, waiting to see if he was truly dead to the world. He was motionless besides the temporary creation of a dimple.

Wise Soul-isms that I had waited years for danced across my mind: 

You can’t just throw yourself into something and expect it to be second nature.

That was the rightest thing you could do.

I know you’d learn, and I know you’d be good at it.

I was unable to deny the burn that brought to my eyes, and I let it engulf me again. A short, sweet deluge bubbled over my cheeks, rinsing away the last of the bitterness that I’d held onto that night. My other fingers joined in– not to poke, but to slide until I had cupped his cheek.

“Thank you for… being you, Soul.”

I leaned, and my lips brushed against his other cheek.

“Maybe, someday, I’ll know the right words for you, too.”

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Weird. Yeah, that was the only way to describe it. The feeling like you’re sure you left your wallet at home, but it’s in your damn pocket. Just something off and my brain was sending a muddled report. I tried to blame it on the disturbed sleep– Marie and Stein came home just an hour after I hit the true depth of my snooze.

Either way, gone was the storm-cloud Maka and here was the sunshine, her step light as we made our way back to the apartment. She was a few steps ahead of me, but somehow my little grumble was enough for her to turn a head over her shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

“Dunno,” I griped. “Wonderin’ if maybe Stein had the chance to poke around in my sleep.”

For once, Maka didn’t roll her eyes as expected. “Why would you think that?” Her attention faltered, the security door to the building pulling her in.

As I listened to the soft beep of the keypad, I let that marinate. Well, I dunno, Maka, you and I had a pretty heavy talk and then suddenly we weren’t. Yeah, okay, maybe that was the unevenness. Either way, I finally felt like I gained an inch tonight, so I wasn’t about to take a mile. “Y’know, just guts rearranged. Like somebody maybe had their fun while I was snoozin’.”

“Hm?” Her pitch faltered, climbing towards the roof.

Now, I had been joking—not that Stein wouldn’t take advantage of a free exploratory surgery—but that was definitely too much of a panicked frequency from her. “Maka Albarn–”

“I have to–”

Those lithe legs of hers were motoring up the stairs, already up to the next landing. Thankfully we weren’t teens anymore, and with my last growth spurt, she wasn’t leaving me in the dust. “Did that maniac–”

“He only ever did that to Papa, and–”

“Maka Albarn!” The final shout came with the slam of our door, pinning us in the quiet of the apartment after our cat-and-mouse chase.

Her shoulders were tense, back to me as she murmured, “It wasn’t Stein.”

“Uh…” was all I could manage. I didn’t think I was getting an affirmative, and my hands reflexively went to my gut to check my organs.

She pivoted quickly, eyes shining with determination. “It was me.”

“Uh…”

A few steps and she was back in front of me, face now just two inches from mine as she challenged me: “And all it was was this.”

Her lips—fucking Death, her lips!—were right there, an inch from mine. It didn’t matter that they planted on my cheek, I was still sent. Out of order. Gone. 

Maka tried to maintain her bravado, but the next still came with a little of a warble: “Now, is that all that bad?”

“N-no,” I stammered. Since all my sense was gone, and my hands moved of their own volition, grabbing her by the shoulders. “No, I– I–” Her face flushed pink, sending me partially into a panic. This was a misstep– not what she wanted, and I–

“You what?” There was an ultimatum in that question, and the shining clarity in her eyes had me knowing she had already decided something and it was just time for me to catch up.

“Normally don’t people do that sorta thing when someone’s awake?” That murmur ached in my chest with all sorts of want. “Y’know, s-so the other person has the chance to…”

“To?”

To panic– to overload– to– I swallowed that all and leaned in, lips just stopping a centimeter from hers. “To ask for more.”

Oh, thank Death she giggled softly. Maka worried her fingers in the sides of my T-shirt for a second before she tilted on tiptoes. A kiss. A real fucking kiss. Not just weapon and meister. Not friends. Not roommates living in limbo. 

I felt her smile spread before she let go, giving me unnecessary space. Jade eyes shined up at me. “I should have known my actions always speak louder than my words.”

I sighed– this one full of contentment instead of the urge to tear out my hair. This time when I leaned, just our foreheads met, enjoying that closeness just as much. “And I’m always here to catch you when you jump.”

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[sivyera]

Robert Fischer│Fluff alphabet

PAIRING: Robert Fischer x reader

WARNINGS: bad grammar

CONTAINS: fluff

SONG: Earned It - The Weeknd

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A = Attractive. What they find attractive on their s/o?

Everything. But mostly your face. He loves every face you make. When you’re happy, angry or disgusted. He loves how you scrunch up your nose when you're concentrating. Or how your eyes light up when you see him. With how much love in your eyes you look at him. 

B = Beauty. What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He admires your understanding. Just one look and you immediately knew how he felt. You knew where he was truly happy, when he was anxious or sad. And when he is anxious you step in and calm him down. He really appreciate that.

C = Cuddle. How they cuddle with they s/o?

Cuddles are very important in this relationship. Cuddles always make him feel better. Like if you have a magic touch. When he’s tired or exhausted he come to you and without any word hugged you. You stroked his hair and he get more relaxed. You even don’t know how it happened but in a minute you two are laying on a couch/bed, you holding him you your arms, kissing top of his head. When that happens (which happens almost every day) he is in paradise.

D = Dates. What are dates with them like?  

Fancy dates. In fancy restaurants. He rent the entire restaurant just for the two of you. With the most delicious food they can made. To unwind you take him to the park or just in nature. In lazy days you trying cook with him and you have so much fun while cooking. You two are trying new recipes you found on the internet. Or one of your grandma’s recipes.

E = Everything. You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)

‘You are my life.’ Because it's not worth living without you.

F = Feelings. When did they know they were falling in love?

He knew when you listen him talking for hours. At first he didn’t want to talk to you but after a while he couldn’t take it anymore. He loved how you understand him, how you treat him kindly. His kindness was what he felt for you. He watched you how you talk to people, how you treat them. You act numb and without emotions but when you talked to him you have more life in your eyes. If that makes sense.

G = Gentle. Are they gentle with their s/o?

Extremely! He would never do anything that would hurt you. 

H = Honesty. Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

At first he hide many things. He didn’t know if you meant to be with him trurly or you were only joking. He thought you are dating him just for his money. But when he realized that you were all the time serious, he slowly starting uncovered his secrets. And he felt very happy when you didn’t judge for it. 

I = Impression. First impression/s?  

He had no doubt that you were absolutely beautiful. You are the most beautiful girl he ever sawed. Still he thought that you were the girl who wanted just money. And that you are some stupid spoiled girl. After a few months he realized that you are completely different

J = Jealousy. Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?  

When he’s jealous he won’t hesitate to step in. And if he sees that someone is touching you or making you uncomfortable he get furious. No one can do that. He sometimes get insecure too. He maybe seemed like he is confident but when it comes to you he get soft. He think you deserve someone better. 

K = Kiss. How do they kiss their s/o?  

Sweet but passionate kisses. He never knew he was that passionate. He always melt in your arms when you were kissing him. He lovesyour plush lips more than everything.

L = Love Confession. How would they confess to their s/o?

He would come to your house with bunch of flowers. One hundred roses. And also with your favourite chocolate. He had sweaty hands and his voice was shaking a little bit. So you told him to breathe and and to tell you what's on his mind in peace.

M = Marriage. Do they want to get married? How do they propose?

At first he wouldn’t be very sure if he wants to marry anyone at all. But after meeting you he completely changed his mind. He want to spend rest of his life with you. I think he would do it at some fancy place so people can see how lucky man he’s. 

N = Nicknames. What do they call their s/o?  

‘Darling, sweetheart, baby, Y/N.’

O = On Cloud Nine. What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others?

When he’s in love he’s like on drugs. He loves the feelings you give him. How you made him feel.So warm and fuzzy inside, he never felt those feelings it’s completely new to him. But he loves it. In front of others he’s more nice. He is always in a good mood when he is with you so it makes sense that he is ‘nicer’ to his subordinates. 

P = PDA. Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others?

He’s not shy or something but he’s famous and paparazzi don’t have to know everything. So in public he holds your hand or have his arm around your waist. But in private he is like a cuddle bug.

Q = Quirk. Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

After all he have a good heart and he wants to give you all his love. So in private he is very lovely and kind. Sweetest boyfriend ever. When he sees that something bothering you he would do anything to make you feel better. So his ability is that he can see right trough you.

R = Romance. How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He is more cliché. He takes hot baths with you, common dinners or go to some park for a walk. He is very romantic guy but he don’t know how to expres his feelings properly. His father wasn’t one of the nicest persons so he learn how to turn his emotions off. Still he is a only human and it’s normal to feel emotions like this but it’s still new to him.

S = Support. Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Most supportive boyfriend ever. If your goals are expensive he will paid for it without hesitation. He love when you do something you love. He wasn’t the type of guy who would believe in something but you are different. I know that’s sound cliché but like I said he’s more cliché than creative.

T = Talking. What do they like to talk about?

He likes your voice and he doesn’t care what you’re talking about. You two mostly talking about work but in a free time he likes to talk about the world. I mean by that he likes to talk about places where you can go together. He likes to travel and when he have the chance to travel with you, he is the happiest guy in this world.

U = Understanding. How good do they know their partner?

He knows lots of thing about you. Your favourite food, drink, restaurant, song, colour. He knows your birthday of course. He knows what you like to do in your free time or what are you interested in. Yeah he knows you a lot.

V = Value. How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

W = Wild Card. A random Fluff Headcanon.  

He LOVES when you are playing with his hair. He melts in your touch when you do it. There isn’t anything in this world he loves more than you playing with his hair. Except you ofc.

X = Xylophone. What’s song describe your relationship?  

E.T. - Katy Perry 

Y = Yearning. How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?  

In front of people he act like it’s nothing but inside he’s more that sad. You are the light that light up his dark world. So when you’re not around his world is dark again. 

Z = Zebra. If they wanted a pet, what would they get?

A cat, definitely. Small, furry ball. And I think he would buy female cat.

#cillian murphy imagine #inception one-shots #inception movie #robert fischer inception #robert fischer x y/n #Robert Fischer #robert fischer x reader #robert fischer fluff #fluff alphabet

[kadavernagh]

Putain de Moose || Regan & Kaden

TIMING: Current LOCATION: The Pines on Wild Chase Moose Tours PARTIES: Kaden and Regan SUMMARY: Kaden promises Regan free bones if she'll go on a Wild Moose Chase Tour with him. They have an encounter with a few surprise creatures -- a real bargain for the ticket price.

“His throat may be sore because he is not used to speaking,” Regan added, catching Jane’s curious attention, “he is an experienced mime.”

Kaden was pretty sure it was still fifty-fifty if Regan would actually show up to the moose tour at the promise of free bones. He wasn’t entirely sure if her love of bones would win out over her distaste for anything remotely fun or around people. Hell, half the time, he wasn’t even sure if she tolerated him, let alone liked him. He had to believe that she at least didn’t hate him or she wouldn’t have even considered joining him on the dumb moose tour. 

He knew he didn’t have to go on a whole tour to call her on her bluff about loving moose and knowing everything about them but honestly, she should get out of the house more. Or the morgue more likely. Maybe she’d get lucky and see a dead moose. He hoped so. It would probably make up for all the questions he planned to ask her about the “screaming moose.” A lie if he ever heard one. He just couldn’t figure out what she was covering up. Yet.

“You showed up,” he said, giving her a small wave. “I nearly thought I was going to get stood up.” They were both there early, sure, but he figured if he wasn’t there before her, she would bolt before he even got a chance to say hello.

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Regan thought only – and very strongly – of moose bones as she reluctantly marched toward the tour bus. At least the purple dusk sweeping over the sky made for an attractive backdrop. She didn’t even care about the live moose. Certainly did not care about Kaden. It would be easy to leave him behind. Her agreeing had nothing to do with him. 

“Hello.” She met his very strange look with a measured one. Others piled up behind them, chittering amongst themselves about the moose and excitement over the tour and blah blah where were the bones? She gave Kaden a deep frown. She could sense no death on him at all. “You didn’t bring them with you, the bones. You said you would give me bones after the tour, but they aren’t here.” Was his intent that they would need to see each other again? She didn’t like it. But, she supposed, if he had brought them, she would have found a way to wheedle them out of him early. She had looked up the length of the tour. 90 minutes. And then adding to that the time it would take for the bones to be presented? The thought curdled inside of her. 

The bus started with a metallic hiss of the engine and two individuals – also having not a lick of death about them – climbed out. One of them was in a moose mascot costume. The other was only slightly more normal, and wore a pair of plastic moose antlers on top of her head. Regan looked at Kaden, wondering if he knew this was the flavor of the tour? 

“Hi all you ladies and moose!” She chirped obnoxiously loud, speaking into a clip-on mic. Also, was she saying men were moose? “Welcome to Wild Moose Chase Tours! I’m Jane, and this is my co-moose, Swamp Donkey. Are you all ready to see some moose? Come aboard! And grab your antlers on the way.” Swamp Donkey held a box of the same plastic antlers adorned to Jane’s head, and passengers slowly filed onto the bus after picking up a pair. Regan gave Kaden a seething look. “You owe me real antlers for this. Understood? And you’re taking mine. You can be a… rare, four-antlered moose, since you know so much about them.” Regan turned to Jane next, who was really trying to push antlers into her hands. She busied her hands instead by gesturing to Kaden. If he were close enough she would have jabbed him with an elbow. “He’s a moose expert, by the way. Animal Control. In case you need audience participation.”

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Kaden sighed. He should have known the first thing she would ask about (and probably the only thing she cared about) was the bones. He wagged a finger at her and said, “You get those after the tour.” He knew better than to have them now. If he handed them over before the tour started, she never would have gotten on the bus. And if she was going to insist she was a massive moose fan, he was going to make her sit through the whole damn tour. Maybe it would be enough to break her will to fess up at least one of her secrets, maybe give him some insight on these ‘screaming moose.’ “Wait, how did you know I didn’t have the bones with me?” 

They were being led to the bus before he could get an answer. It was nearly impossible to bite back the smile and snickering when he saw the plastic antlers. He couldn’t wait to see her reaction to those. And he was absolutely going to find a way to get her to wear them. “You know, I don’t know if I can give you all the bones if you don’t participate in the tour,” he said, holding the second pair towards her on the way to their seats. “Don’t let her fool you, “ he said, nodding towards Jane. “She’s a huge fan of moose. Practically an expert. We should really all be asking her questions and having her lead the tour.” The poor employee looked confused and flustered, this was all probably above her pay grade. He tried to flash her a look that told her not to worry about all this. He wasn’t sure if she was able to interpret it. 

The whole setup was ridiculous and cheesy and if he were by himself, he’d hate every second of it. But since he dragged Regan here against her will? It was perfect. Maybe she’d feel a fraction of the frustration he felt anytime he tried to get one measly answer out of her. So he put on the stupid antlers and reached over to put the second pair on her head. “Come on. Can’t see the moose without them. You might scare them off otherwise.” 

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As everyone had antlers foisted into their hands and were shepherded onto the bus, Regan took an uneasy seat next to Kaden, leaving a generous amount of space between the two of them. Jane’s eyes were alight when he’d mentioned her expertise, and now Regan was expecting both she and Kaden would be picked on to answer any of her stupid moose trivia questions she had up her sleeves. Or would Swamp Donkey be asking the questions? No, Swamp Donkey was a moose. They wouldn’t have him speak.

The bus departed from the moose center and Kaden was nudging a pair of antlers toward her head. Regan hissed and tried to swat them away. “They should be frightened. Alive, they mean nothing to me.” Someone sitting behind the two of them whispered to their companion, hushed tone uneasy. And Kaden was so festeringly persistent she was forced to snatch the band out of his hands and stuff it into the pouch on the back of the seats in front of them. There. Gone. Out of sight, at least. “Is this it?” She asked him, eyes narrowed into slits. “Is this what you wanted? Are you filled with joy, or whatever it is that marks an occasion as pleasurable and exciting for you? I would do a lot for bones, but this is pushing it.” And it was also entirely too late to leave. The bus was already headed toward the highway – moose country. 

As Jane flitted down the aisle to check on everyone, she stopped in front of the two of them. “Oh, did you not get your antlers?” Jane asked, voice full of confusion and what struck Regan as fake concern. She reached atop her own head, pulled hers off, and flicked a switch on the band. Before Regan could even process the blinking lights covering the antlers, they were slapped onto her skull. “Here! Take mine! They light up.” She turned to Kaden next, which Regan could at least be thankful for; he would not escape humiliation of his own. Right? Jane pushed a recording device into his hands. “As our Animal Control expert, would you mind making a recording of your best moose call? Maybe we can draw in some big ones! Channel the musk into your voice!”

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Kaden bit down on his lip to try and keep from laughing as the antlers blinked on top of Regan’s head, but he couldn’t hold it back entirely, a few snickers escaped. This was even better than he could have imagined. “Fashionable. You should keep them. Wear them to work. Make the dead bodies a little cheerier.” 

Before she had time to chastise him for suggesting such a thing, there was a recording device in his face. “Uh…” His eyes went wide and confusion swept over his face. Alright, this was only fun when he was the one picking on Regan, not when he was the one in the hot seat. Putain de merde, they wanted a moose call? His eyes darted to Regan who seemed just as amused as he had been a second ago. Looking back at this Jane person, he decided to cough and clear his throat. “Sorry,” he said, trying to make his voice as dry and damaged as possible. “I can’t. Little hoarse today. You can ask our other expert.” He nudged Regan and tried to hand the device off to her. He didn’t need to see her to know that the answer from her was going to be a resounding “no.”

“Didn’t I hear you talking earlier?” Jane asked, almost looking hurt that no one was joining in on the experience to the fullest.

“What?” Kaden replied at full volume, forgetting his ruse. Merde. He tried to cough again and play it up. “Comes in waves.” That seemed to be enough for her and the bus was moving now. Finally, they were on their way. Jane didn’t miss a beat and started on her script, explaining all about the majestic moose of Maine. Now that the recording device was gone, Kaden’s hand shot up. The tour guide did her best to ignore him but he was persistent. With a sigh, she paused and nodded, allowing him to ask his question. “What do you know about these screaming moose? I keep hearing about them. This is new to me. Are they a local variant to Wicked’s Rest?”

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Kaden had tried to push the recording device toward her, and for a second, Regan was tempted to grab it, screech, and make the blasted thing expire in front of them. Jane’s insistence spared the bus that experience and Regan was left with a burning shame that she’d had such a rash impulse to begin with. It was uncharacteristic, a symptom of her present discomfort, and she needed to be better. “His throat may be sore because he is not used to speaking,” Regan added, catching Jane’s curious attention, “he is an experienced mime.” 

As Kaden asked his question (with a remarkably clear voice, as Jane probably noticed), Regan felt as though the bus lurched forward, leaving her stomach behind. It was inevitable the topic of screaming moose would come up. Part of her knew that. But that did not prepare her. “Ignore him,” Regan piped up, sliding forward in her seat in an effort to obstruct Jane’s view of Kaden. “He knows everything there is to know about the subject, and is only testing your knowledge. I don’t think you should waste your time humoring him.” She gave him a dark glare, which helped distract from the painful cramping inside her gut. “That’s perfectly alright!” Jane chirped in her irritating manner, “We love our screaming moose here at Wild Moose Chase, and can never talk too much about ‘em!” She gestured over to Swamp Donkey, and the costumed man (or, more likely, underpaid college student) approached the mic. “The screaming moose are a rare, local subspecies.” Jane’s voice lowered, her hands and fingers splayed out, wiggling, emphasizing the mystery of it all. “Swamp Donkey here will give a demonstration of what they sound like.” The moose’s giant head bobbed, felt-constructed dewlap swaying.

And through the thick layers of fabric, the costumed moose man screamed into the mic. It was a harsh, unimpressive sound, and the driver did not even pause.

The bus filled with clapping hands, and a couple of children bounced around in their seats, unable to contain their awe. Regan sprung out of her seat, too. But her eyes narrowed in barely contained fury. “How dare you –” She nearly lost her balance as the bus turned, and gripped hard on the edge of the seat in front of her, knuckles tense and white. Righteousness filled her, and her tirade may as well have been voiced by her grandmother, not her; her thoughts were pumped into her from another time, another world. “Know your place,” she hissed, “an bhfuil muid ceaptha a bheith tógtha leis an gcogar truamhéileach sin?” Regan caught her breath. The stirrings of a frustrated scream pushed against her lungs but she swallowed it. And… a bus full of eyes were on her, she was starting to realize. “You call this an educational experience…” She muttered.

Jane blinked. Swamp Donkey backed away and slunk toward the rear of the bus. Regan lost her grip on the seat and staggered, the weight of her outburst pulling her back down. She could not look at Kaden. 

“Right-o,” Jane said, seemingly stunned. “The existence of the screaming moose may be controversial to some. I guess.” The driver saved the moment, craning his neck toward Jane in some kind of a signal. “We have our first moose!” She announced.

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Kaden had to bite back the smirk threatening to break out on his face. The doctor seemed very eager to shut down any talk about the supposed screaming moose. Almost like she knew more than she was letting on. There was no denying that the medical examiner was full of secrets, ones she wasn’t keen on sharing with Kaden no matter how hard he’d tried. But maybe, just maybe, today he could pry one more little nugget of truth out of her. If she was a warden, well, he wanted to know that for plenty of reasons. If she was something else, alright he probably didn’t need to know. It wasn’t like they were friends. Unless they were? He couldn’t tell. Curiosity beckoned him either way. He was going to figure this shit out. If nothing else so he knew what the fuck a screaming moose really was.

“Actually, I don’t think I do know everything. I’m not local, you know. I grew up in France. It’s very far away. As far as I know, we don’t have screaming moose there so I was hoping to get a good local perspective,” he told Jane, who was all too happy to elaborate, getting the mascot man in on the whole thing. Kaden wished he had been more prepared for the screech that was unleashed into the microphone. It wasn’t quite as loud as whatever local “moose” was screaming in the woods or around town, but it was bad enough that he winced at the sound that stunned his ears. 

He shot the mascot a dirty look, about to tell him to back away from the mic next time when Regan had already launched into her own grievance. Wait, she had a grievance? His brow furrowed, trying to figure out why the display had angered her so much. If he had to guess, it was almost as if she was taking the imitation personally. His eyes drifted from the moose mascot to the medical examiner, hoping to glean some sort of insight by staring at her. How dare you. Know your place. That was definitely what she said, he hadn’t misheard her. Putain, what the hell had she meant by that?

“Didn’t realize you were so passionate about screaming moose,” he said at a volume meant only for her to hear. The rest of the bus was up and scooting and standing to get a glimpse of the announced moose. “Sort of sounded like you were defending them or something. Maybe I’m off base, though.” Kaden shrugged and glanced out the window next to him, looking for the moose in question. 

“Oh, wow this is a treat!” Jane said just as Kaden was starting to process what it was he was looking at. “This is a very rare moose variant that’s native to these parts. It’s not a screaming moose, unfortunately, but it is certainly unique!”

She was right about that in some ways. It certainly wasn’t a treat, though. The ranger shifted in his seat, craning his head to get a better look at the creature which was definitely not a moose. That was a bies if he ever saw one. “Putain de merde,” he grumbled. He had opened his mouth to say something to Regan when the microphone was shoved in front of his face. 

“Please, tell us more!” Jane chirped, thrilled for such an exciting event. Kaden was less thrilled, pushing it away.

“The only thing I’m telling you is that we should drive far away. Now.” Funny, would be a great time for a fucking screaming moose to make an appearance.  

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She did not appreciate Kaden’s pointed whispering. She appreciated even less that she had just sounded exactly like her grandmother, and she burned with shame at the realization, melting back into her seat. She could feel Kaden staring at her. He should mind his own business. Yet she couldn’t resist answering him along the same vein; it was automatic, a reflex. “They’re magnificent creatures,” Regan muttered, “so no, I won’t tolerate this mockery.” Fortunately (or unfortunately) Jane had the bus practically screech to a stop as everyone coalesced on one side of the bus to get a good look at the moose. The bus wouldn’t tip over, would it? She didn’t really want to deal with picking bodies out of wreckage today. Though considering the lack of a scream, she supposed they’d at least be alive.

The bus was full of ooing and awing and excited murmuring that people got their money’s worth. Nothing like that from Kaden, though. Shouldn’t he be more excited than anyone to see a moose, given his job? Or did that make it blasé? You’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all? “What, you don’t like a unique moose?” She raised a brow, studying him. He’d given her that look enough times; now it was her turn. Regan peered over him and caught a glimpse of the animal out the window – difficult to see through the throngs of people, but it looked large. Very large. And the moose seemed… really chunky, actually. Regan had seen a lot of moose and none had a habitus quite like this. Drive away? He really didn’t like this moose. She thought back to what he’d told her in the woods, about the creatures, the giant lizard, the things he hunted, and a connection sparked… and then she let it sizzle out, because she didn’t like it.

The bus’s door hissed open and Jane bounced over to it, waving people over as she zoomed down the aisle. “Come on, come on, you won’t want to miss this one! He’s a beauty. Get your cameras ready!” Regan’s eyes widened in alarm and she looked at Kaden. Okay, it re-sparked. Concern did it. What if Jane was leading everyone out to something dangerous? Actually, an angry moose was dangerous to begin with. Did this have something to do with the safety waivers they all signed? A shared moment of panic gave way to what Regan thought might have been a shared sense of responsibility. “I can’t just let – I mean, what if – I might be the only doctor here. And moose are, you know, the – I’ve seen them gore people before, and this seems like a bad idea, doesn’t it? Big animal. Camera flashes. The morgue is nearly full right now. It can’t fit everyone here.” Okay, so they agreed on one thing. Out the window, as everyone filed out, Regan caught a glimpse of the moose again, its eyes glowing in the darkness. Why was there a third – never mind. With a chuff of hot air streaming from its nostrils, it lowered its body, its head bowed as if showing off its enormous antlers. Or as if it were about to–

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The lines in Kaden’s face crinkled as he fit some of the pieces of the puzzle together. “You’re taking this sort of personally,” he said to her, looking over to try and gauge her reaction. It was likely to be subtle unless he really ruffled her feathers, he’d learned that much. “Almost like you have some sort of deep connection to these screaming moose.” Like maybe she was one of the screaming moose. Did that mean she was a were-moose? Did she shapeshift into a moose to scream in the woods?

Putain de merde, that was the dumbest thought to ever cross his mind. She obviously wasn’t a shapeshifter, of all the fucking people on this bus, he’d know before most. Unless it was a curse and didn’t work the way normal shifters did and therefore threw off his hunter senses. He’d never heard about were-moose before but he’d also never heard of goo swallowing people whole before. Anything was possible. Except she’d mentioned fae in some capacity before. 

Right, this was idiotic. And didn’t fucking matter when there was a bies right outside the bus. “I like a unique moose just fine. But some are aggressive. Like that vulture I helped you with.” He hoped she understood what he was implying from the context of it all. There was a spark of recognition in her eyes and Kaden felt a fleeting sense of hope.

Then the doors opened. And the tour guide was leading everyone out of the bus. “Hey, no, stop,” he said, trying to wave his arms and encourage the innocent idiots to turn back. “We should really leave nature be, right? View from a distance. A safe one. As a moose expert, I really recommend that you stay inside of the–”

No one was listening to him. Or to Regan. They were all too concerned with the “moose.” Kaden looked over to the window and saw it prepare to charge straight into the gaggle of moose enthusiasts outside the bus. Putain de fucking merde. Kaden couldn’t get out of the bus fast enough, he knew that much, but he had to act. Now. But how?

He reached over and yanked down the window and screamed out at the monster as loud as he could manage. The beast twitched its ears in discomfort but it was barely a disruption. It wasn’t going to change course. Shit. “Don’t look at the eye!” he shouted with his now strained voice across the way to the people oohing and awing, most of them with their phones out snapping pictures like it was all part of the plan. If only he had his gun on him but some stupid part of him thought it wouldn’t be necessary on a goddamn moose tour. 

The monster was about to take off running when a loud noise split through the forest, sending Kaden’s hands to his ears to try and block out the pain piercing into his eardrum. When he looked up, he saw a rustle in the trees behind the spooked monster. Something else was there and he could only hope the antlers peaking through weren’t from another bies. 

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No one was listening to either of them, and because of the way Kaden was reacting, Regan’s belly swam with dread, the instinct that something was about to go very wrong. But she would know, wouldn’t she? If someone were about to die, at least… and her lungs were compliant for now, and not so close to bursting. She stayed close to Kaden, watching him slam the window down with some confusion. “I don’t think you can fit through–” Oh, his plan was warning them with a poor excuse for a scream. How sad that his voice seemed to ache from such a small effort. “I’ve heard better,” she said flatly at him, crossing her arms, as if that were the most important commentary she could offer. Right. Probably not. “Listen to the officer!” Regan shouted, carefully – but maybe not perfectly – towing the line between regular (pitiful) human shout and her superior cords. That at least made a couple of people glance over at the bus, but she could still see flashes from a few phone cameras.

“They don’t like eye contact? And did I see a third– actually, forget it.” Regan asked him under her breath. Another flash in the darkness. And out of the corner of her eye, she saw the great creature’s head lower even more as it kicked up at the ground. This was extremely bad. Preemptively call the EMTs bad.

With the crowd mostly off the bus, Regan had enough room to squeeze down the aisle and out the door, Kaden not far behind. Before they even stumbled outside, a harsh scream split the night in half. No human could have made a noise like that. Perhaps even nothing but a banshee. Regan froze in place and locked eyes with Kaden, who looked far more pained and shaken by such an impressive aria. “Like that. That was better,” Regan told him. Was Siobhan out in the woods, somehow? Maybe she had been looking for carcasses and happened to be in the area. Her eyes were full of awe and instead of the dread that gripped her heart earlier, it now felt full.

Regan jumped off the bus just in time to see the huge moose-like beast rear up on its hind legs, screaming like a wounded animal instead of banshee. Kaden just barely managed to pull a woman out of the way before the creature slammed back down with tremendous force. And there, behind it, was a second one. Or, no, those were actual moose antlers. The moose emerged from the brush and, side-by-side with the first animal, it became immediately obvious how much larger and bulkier Kaden’s creature was. The tourists went wild. More flashes. More cheering. And the larger creature was quickly recovering from whatever had screamed near it. Could it have been… Regan eyed the moose suspiciously. No. There was no way. 

But when it opened its great mouth and bellowed another scream, Regan was the only one left without hands pressed to their ears. Sure, it didn’t have the force of a banshee scream, but it nearly had the volume, and the first almost-moose was not happy about it. It bucked wildly, knocking a couple people over – Regan tried to push near them – it was finally left reeling and others were dangerously close. The moose had fully emerged now, and looking straight at the bigger creature, it opened its mouth again as if threatening it with more. 

A screaming moose. Bás síoraí, an actual screaming moose. 

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Kaden didn’t have time for Kavanagh’s criticisms of his scream. Nor did he have time to think about why the hell she was criticizing it at all. He had to find a way to keep the crowd safe from the bies across the way since it was damn clear they weren’t going to help themselves and the tour guides weren’t any better. 

When he looked back up to see whatever the hell was headed their way now, Kaden was almost sure he was hallucinating. Was that actually a moose? It couldn’t be the source of that sound. There was no way. That wasn’t the sound moose made. 

The ranger rubbed his eyes and blinked, expecting to see something different when he looked back but it only got stranger. There was definitely a moose and it was definitely screaming. 

Putain de merde.

Worse yet, the tourists ate up the whole show. They were cheering, thrilled and delighted. He would have stood there slack-jawed if the bies hadn’t started to buck and flail. Kaden grabbed whoever he could out of the way and tried to use himself as a shield. The next scream from the goddamn screaming moose made him wince in pain once more and the monster used the opportunity to swing its head towards Kaden, trying to skewer him with its antlers. 

His hands had been rising to cover his ears again, but he pivoted and managed to grip onto the antlers before they could impale him or anyone else. He braced against the beast, using every bit of strength he had to try and push the creature back into the forest where it came from. He had a feeling stabbing the bies wasn’t going to be a great choice in front of an audience but he had to do something. “In. Side,” he said through grit teeth. He didn’t know who he was speaking to but he hoped Kavanagh could hear him and could follow his lead. “Get them. Inside. Now.” 

The monster threw its head back and Kaden flipped back with it. He held tight onto the antlers as his feet left the ground and his body flew through the air. It took a second to get his bearings, but with the next bout of wild thrashing, he leaned into the direction the bies was sending him, using all his weight to pull the creature off balance. Kaden dragged the bies onto the ground, wrestling to keep its head pinned down. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on long. 

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Regan would never forget the way Kaden launched himself at the creature. It was protective and automatic; he wedged himself between the beast and the deeply stupid humans like his life was worth nothing compared to theirs. Even the moose’s next scream barely fazed him (though his ears disagreed) and he kept trying to get the others away. Was– was the thing about to gore him? His hands wrapped around the antler’s prongs and, for a second, the two of them were locked eye to eye. That must have required tremendous strength. Regan thought of Jade tumbling with the spawn and coming out on top. This thing was far larger, and it easily catapulted Kaden over its head.

She still did not believe half the things he said. But between his actions right now and Regan being pressed for what to do, she decided to lower herself to listening to him. She pulled in a deep breath and faced the crowd. Fine. “Come on, back on the bus! There’s an… official screaming moose viewing seat. You do not want to be the last one there. The best views go to those who get there first.” Never mind that the best views were out here; she was as qualified as anyone to make it official, so her stomach allowed it to pass as the truth. A few people murmured amongst themselves and excitement fomented. In the background, Kaden was nearly trampled. Come on, humans. Come on. It was working. In just a few moments, everyone was clamoring to get back on the bus – to relative safety. Jane looked more than a little peeved at being usurped, but then something changed in her face. Her gaze fell toward the bus. Envy streaked through her eyes. She needed to see the official seat for herself. How could she not have known this about her own bus?

In, they were all going in. The bus was packed right. And right now, Kaden was her primary concern. Somehow he’d managed to push the creature back, but that wouldn’t last for long, and his muscles had to be splitting right now as he became one giant contusion. “Can you move?” Regan called out, eyes darting between the waiting bus and the beast that would not be preoccupied for much longer. Another scream from the moose bought a little time.

She needed to get in front of Kaden and get him as far back as possible. No, you just need to be better. It was difficult to pry her way between them, but Kaden was losing steam quickly and wasn’t fast enough to stop her. Regan’s throat was clenched as tightly as her fists as she tried to funnel her own screech toward the creature, but directing the sound was a skill she hadn’t perfected, and she was already wincing thinking about what Kaden’s ears must be going through. That was a problem for later.

The huge animal wobbled, three eyes blinking dazedly, and then bolted back into the woods with all of the grace of slipping on ice. The moose – the actual moose – only stood stoic, watching all of this with an almost bored expression on its long face. If one could read a moose’s face. Maybe they all just looked a little bored? And then its head turned, and Regan froze as the animal seemed to stare straight into her. Was it going to charge them? No, it… with a subtle nod of its head that made its dewlap bob, the moose simply turned and wandered back into the woods. If she were willing to suspend her disbelief about a moose expressing something on its face a little more, she suspected it would have been something like approval.

She bent down to tend to Kaden, but her eyes were fixed on the spot where the moose once was. “What an amazing creature,” Regan said, stunned and meaning every word. “The moose, I mean. I think I get it now, you know. The tour.” Right. Doctor. Patient. Hero. “Do you need, uh, some help? Can you even hear me?” Perhaps she should have acted like her hearing was addled, too. At this point it was probably easier to make something up, however much it twisted in her gut. Regan offered an arm rather than her hand, in case Kaden needed to brace himself.

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If he had time to feel relieved, Kaden would have felt it wash over him as he saw the tourists start to shuffle back onto the bus. He didn’t know how she had convinced them to do so, especially considering Kavanagh made a terrible saleswoman, but he was glad she managed.

He was less thrilled to see her headed towards him and the bies and the moose. He’d lost his grip on the antlers but the hunter managed to duck away as they threatened to gore him. Kaden didn’t know how long he could keep going, but he threw his body into the creature’s side anyway, pushing it back and sending it stumbling off balance. 

Kavanagh was still headed his way. And telling him to move? A hoof slammed into his knee and Kaden found himself on the ground, Regan standing between him and the bies. No. This wasn’t going to– He had to stand up and drag her away. But he was barely on his knees when a scream shot through him like a bullet to his eardrums. He doubled over and tried his best to block the sound with his hands over his ears. It didn’t seem to do much to help and he was sure he was screaming, too, but he couldn’t have heard that even if he wanted to. And the thought of any more sound layered on top of whatever that was only seemed like asking for pain.

When he was able to peel himself off the ground and look up, the bies had turned and darted back towards the forest. The moose, however, was still there, stoic as ever. Did it…? No, there was no way that moose nodded at Kavanagh. He must have been seeing things. The ringing in his ears must have spread to his vision somehow. 

All he could hear were muffled words from the doctor as she faced him. Kaden did his best to understand but it wasn’t happening. The arm held out, that he could understand. He reached out and braced himself as he stood, shakier than he thought he was. He made a meager attempt to wipe off some of the dirt and leaves covering his clothes but he knew it wasn’t worth trying too hard at this point. “What the hell just happened?” He realized the error of asking that right now as soon as he spoke. “Actually, tell me later. When my ears aren’t fucking bleeding.” He wasn’t entirely sure if they were or not, hadn’t checked, but it sure felt like they were. “You know I really thought the screaming moose were bullshit you made up,” he told her as they made their way back onto the bus. 

------

Oh, yes, Kaden was going to be purple. At the mention of bleeding ears, Regan craned her neck to check if he really did have blood dripping down the sides of his face. Nothing. Dramatic. She plucked a leaf from his hair while she was at it (though it did kind of match with the lovely roadkill sheen he was sporting). “So… so did I.” Regan wiped the stunned expression from her face – it was something her grandmother would have berated her for, and it was better to keep up the ruse anyway. “I think you might be able to explain more than I can,” she said, perfectly aware, and grateful, that he might not hear. “You’ll be fine. Stay away from loud noises for a while. No using a firearm. Oh, I should write this down for you…”

Back on the bus, everyone pushed past Regan (how dare they lay a finger–) and immediately swarmed Kaden. “Tell us about the screaming moose! And the thick moose!” They dangled from his shoulders, pulled at his jacket, and Regan did all she could to avoid blowing the windows out of the bus (which, mostly, was biting her tongue and processing the fact the screaming moose really existed). But right now, Kaden was her patient – again – and all of this jostling would only prolong recovery. When Regan was sure she wasn’t about to scream, she barked out a warning. “You’re not going to hear anything from him unless you stop shouting and sit down. Your shouting is nothing to be proud of, anyway.” Jane had been caught up in the feeding frenzy but must have realized Regan had a point (even if not delivered to her liking), because she asked everyone to be seated in a much more genial manner. 

She herself was immune from the instructions, though. As everyone bounced in their seats ready to hear more about the showstopping moose they just saw – best tour ever, they murmured – Jane (flanked by Swamp Donkey) rushed up with something shining in her hands. A pit formed in Regan’s stomach. But then Jane reached past her, to Kaden.

“You get to wear the golden antlers!” She crooned.

Regan needed to figure out how to leave a 10 star review on her Blackberry.

#writing #c kaden

[sleepless-translation]

Phantom Troupe Drama CD English Translation-Track 09

CD : HUNTER×HUNTER～Next Episode Scene 3 幻影旅団 (Link) Track 09. 占いはいいことだけ信じよう “Only believe in the good news of fortune telling!” starts at 30.45

Disclaimer:

This is a fun bonus content from the 1999 anime that I decided to translate because I want others to enjoy it too (´꒳`)♡ Do note that some of the characters might act in an unusual comedic manner.

Summary:

With Chrollo's new stolen power from Neon, members of the troupe are asking to have their fortunes told, but they add a bunch of twists.

[Feitan] I dunno my birthday.

[Phinks] I don’t know what my blood type is.

[Nobunaga] What do we do, Boss?

[Chrollo] Right. Shal, try figuring out their birth date and blood type by their personalities.

[Shalnark] Yes, sir! Hmm…Got it! Phinks’s personality is like an aries and if you narrow it down, it is April 4th. Feitan, with the same method, is December 17th. Sounds about right.

[Chrollo] And the blood types..?

[Shalnark] B?!

[Chrollo] I see. Alright then. I’ll read your fortunes with those.

[Machi] Would that actually work?

[Chrollo] We won’t know unless we try.

[Shizuku] While you’re at it, could you please reread my fortune? I don’t want to die just yet.

[Shalnark] Mine too!

[Phinks] Hey, wait. Let’s see if ours could work first.

[Fortune] The calendar loses a precious component. The remaining months gather to mourn. Never again will you go down in defeat. As the eleventh moon is no more.

[Phinks] It’s a bit vague but I guess it worked?

[Chrollo] Looks like it. Uvo is dead, which means you're not going to lose in arm wrestling anymore.

[Pakunoda] That does appear to be the case.

[Shizuku] Now, since I want to be a Libra, I’ll have October 10th as my birthday

[Fortune] The calendar loses a precious component. The remaining months gather to mourn. You will run into your ex-boyfriend on the fifth. If you're able to retain your composure,  you might be able to get back to being friends!

[Shizuku] Something's not right.

[Shalnark] Alright! I think I'll have my age lowered a bit.

[Chrollo] Another one? Can’t be helped.

[Fortune] How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood? Never read it too quickly or you’ll bite your tongue with all your might.

[Shalnark] *Inhales* How much wood woul- *bites* Ugh-

[Shizuku] Are you okay?

[Shalnark] Haha…That was spot on but it’s rather odd...?

[Machi] Weren’t those fortunes earlier outside of the troupe’s affair? Maybe I should try it too… Read my fortune for me, Boss. Use O as the blood type. 

[Chrollo] Machi, you too?

[Fortune] The moon has come out! The moon has come out!  For the sun and the fake fourth moon. Tonight is their rendezvous. Where they shine brighter than the sky full of stars.

[Machi] I'm not sure if this is fortune-telling anymore…

[Hisoka] No. I'm pretty sure that’s a prophecy for a date with me.

*Rips* [Hisoka] *Gasps* That was a convincing fortune!

[Machi] My blood type isn’t even O, so that’s not my fortune! There’s no way I’m going on a date with Hisoka!

[Hisoka] Still as cold as ever.

[Machi] Boss, do another one. This time it should make more sense, or else, I’ll wait until it does! 

[Shizuku] That’s unfair. I want another one too then.

[Shalnark] I can’t back down like this either.

[Hisoka] Then me too.

[Nobunaga] Me too.

[Phinks] I’ll try one with a different birthday.

[Feitan] Me too.

[Franklin] Is this fun for you guys?

[Kortopi] Seems like we're not discussing prophecies anymore at this point.

[Franklin] It’s all made up.

…

[Chrollo] Give me a break already. Just how long do you think we've been doing this for?

[Shizuku] Absolutely not! I want mine to have a happy ending.

[Pakunoda] Hasn’t it only been 5 hours?

[Shalnark] Why can't I get a single decent reading?

[Machi] Why is mine only about a date with Hisoka?!

[Hisoka] (That's cause I kept rewriting them.) If you're wondering why, well, it's because it's our fate.

[Chrollo] I’m really tired…

[Fortune-telling club] What are you tired of?!

[Chrollo] E-Enough please.

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TL Notes & Commentary:

NONE OF THESE BIRTHDAYS ARE CANON! JUST LIKE WHAT FRANKLIN SAID.

Shalnark’s fortune is a Japanese tongue twister about frogs hopping, but I changed it to a well known English one. Original one: かえるぴょこぴょこ

#hunter x hunter #hxh 1999 #phantom troupe #genei ryodan #chrollo #chrollo lucilfer #hisoka #feitan #shalnark #pakunoda #phinks #kortopi #hxh machi #hxh shizuku #hxh franklin #hxh nobunaga #drama cd #hxh drama cd #translation #english translation

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Kinktober Day 30: Free Use- Sif

Summary: Loki gifts you to Sif for her birthday

Word count: 1, 858

Earth crushed beneath Sifs feet as she walked across the training ground, the moon high in the sky as she spotted Loki on the other side of the grounds. She gave him a confused look as she saw a gorgeous woman standing beside him.

“Loki, what are you doing here and who is this?” She narrowed her eyes questioning him.

Her questioning was met with a sly smirk from both Loki and the woman.

“This lovely woman is y/n, and I am here because she, is your birthday present for all of tomorrow.” He smirked down at the woman, the hand around her hip tightening.

“What are you talking about, Loki?” She continued to question, now getting a little annoyed.

“Well y/n here is a good friend of mine, and a very talented whore. I have spoken with her and she is your gift to use as you like for all of your birthday tomorrow.” He confidently explained, both of you with a matching smirk.

“How do I know this is not just one of your tricks, Loki?” Sif asks, eyebrow quirked and crossing her arms over her chest.

Her skepticism caused both you and Loki to chuckle.

“Come to the library tomorrow morning and see for yourself. No tricks, I promise.” He told the warrior, winking as he walked away with you wrapped in his arm.

******

Sif was on guard as she walked to the library, expecting this to be another one of Lokis games, but as she sees you sitting on the couch in just your undergarments and a pretty bow around you, she started to think differently. She eyed you suspiciously as she walked over to you.

“What has Loki done to you?” She asks, interrogating you slightly.

Her continued suspicions cause you to let out a sweet giggle.

“Prince Loki has done many things to me in our time, but nothing I haven’t fully consented to or desired. It was actually I who suggested being your birthday gift. You have me for the whole day and we can do whatever you desire, my lady.” You sooth her rushing mind, but speed up her heart.

You are now standing very close before her, your chests almost touching. Still not fully grasping her gift, you take one of her hands and place it on your hip, then taking her other hand and place it on your cheek. Staring into her eyes seductively you turn your head and kiss her palm.

“I’m yours to do with whatever you desire.” You whisper to her seductively.

As if the pieces had finally come together in her mind, Sif leans forward and crashes your lips together in a hungry kiss. With both hands now on your hips, she digs her fingers into your soft flesh, while your hands card through her hair. Her kiss is hungry and powerful as she brings one hand to your ass cheek and the other to your back, forcing you further onto her body.

****

After quite a heated makeout session in the library, Sif told you to dress and pick a book of your choosing. While she definitely wanted to enjoy how skilled you were at your profession, she also just wanted a quiet day away from everything.

Once you arrived down at the river on the outskirts of Asgard, Sif instructed you to strip down to your underwear and read, just wanting to look at you for a bit. You watched Sif swim naked as she watched you read (or pretend to read) with you chest on full show for the female warrior.

Exiting the cool water, Sif walked over to you. The water droplets shined on her skin like diamonds, making her appear as some beautiful vision. She smirked at you as she gently placed you to sit between her legs, your book now placed off to the side.

Her hands came down across your bare stomach, lightly tracing patterns along your skin. Slowly her fingers began to tease the waistband of your panties, sweet kisses coming down on your neck as she pushed her fingers further into your underwear.

Once her fingers reach your eager wet pussy, you let out a light gasp, earning you a chuckle from the warrior behind you.

“Though you and Loki gifted you to me for my own pleasure, it would be a great gift indeed to hear what sweet sounds I can make come out of you. Now spread your gorgeous legs for me.” She seductively whispered in your ear.

As you spread your legs, her fingers ran along the length of your pussy, gently rubbing at your clit every time her fingers reached the top. Soon enough her focus was solely on your clit, pressing down and rubbing it in rhythmic circles. Sif kissed and bit at your neck and ear as she continued playing with you, she wanted your sweet noises and that’s exactly what she got. With every moan she brought out of you, she gave you an approving hum.

Sif was not just a skilled warrior but it seems also a skilled lover, her skilful fingers bringing you to your peak quickly.

“Cum for me.” She whispered in your ear, her fingers speeding up as your body twitched and a loud moan left your lips, head thrown back onto her shoulder.

“I can see why you are Lokis favourite, I can’t wait to see your other skills. For now though, take off the rest of your clothes and join me.”

The strong warrior holds out her hand for you to stand on shaky legs. Removing your underwear she grasps your hand tighter as she leads you into the water.

As soon as you were both up to your chests in the water of the river, Sif made quick work of dragging you into her arms, holding you under your thighs as she devoured your lips once again.

Your hands made their way through her hair, tugging on it as you began to grind into her. Sif made a deep moan as she parted from your now swollen lips and began nipping and sucking at your neck, her hands beginning to knead your ass.

“I think it’s time you show me those skills Loki was talking about.” Sif breathlessly whispered in your ear as she let you back down into the water.

Leaving the water again, Sif winked over her shoulder at you, as she lay down onto the grass, legs spread and waiting. Understanding what she was asking for, you quickly make your way out of the water.

Kneeling between her spread legs, you begin to gently caress up and down the length of her pussy, collecting her wetness as you go.

“Would you prefer I use my tongue or my fingers, Lady Sif?” You ask her seductively as you stare directly into her eyes.

“Show me all the skills you possess, sweet one.” She answers, biting her lip in anticipation.

Not needing to be told twice, you smirk down at her as you begin to kiss down the length of her body. Starting at her breasts, you pepper sweet kisses and nibble over the delicate skin, sweet moans leaving her parted lips as you lick at each nipple. Your kisses and bites continue down her abdomen, over her hip bones and down towards her inner thighs, making sure to avoid her pussy for now.

As you look up to the beautiful warrior, you can see the way she looks down at you in slight frustration, playing with her own nipples and moving her hips to try to gain any friction.

“I believe I told you to show me your skills, not avoid touching me.” She half heartedly scolds.

“Patience, Lady Sif,” you tease her as you lick a long strip up the length of her wetness, “all good things to those who wait.”

Before she could retort, she was cut off by her own loud moan. You had worked her up so intensely that the sudden pleasure filled pressure on her clit felt electrifying.

Your eyes don’t look away from her pleasure filled face, as two fingers make their way to her opening. Changing from sucking on her clit to gentle licks, your two fingers slowly enter her. This new added pleasure makes her head fly back and a gasping moan leave her.

Curling up your fingers, you manage to find her sweet spot that turns her into a quaking mess. Knowing she was close to her release, you begin to suck at her clit again.

“Oh fuck! Don’t stop!” Her screams out in a moan, her fingers tugging your hair to force you closer to her clit.

Switching to a faster pace with your fingers and sucking harder on her clit, Sif begins to hump into your face as she screams out her release. With her hands falling to her side, you rise to your knees again and stare down at the panting warrior.

“Do my skills please you, my lady?” You ask cheekily, smirking down at her.

Meeting your eyes, she raises to a seated position as she raises her hands to the sides of your face, bringing you into another heated kiss. This kiss though still filled with passion, was a lot more gentle and sweet.

“Your skills please me very greatly. Perhaps we should head back, start to get ready for the feast.” She suggests peacefully, your foreheads resting against each other.

“As you wish, my lady.”

******

Stepping into her bedroom, Sif finds a dress and a note laid out on her bed.

‘Dear Sif,

I hope you have enjoyed your present thus far. I have done the honours of picking out a dress I believe to suit your very obliging present.

See you tonight.

- Loki’

Lightly smirking at the note, Sif throws its to the side as she picks up the dress Loki had picked out for her gift to wear. Sif stares between the dress and your form obediently waiting for instruction, as a flirty smile grows on her face.

The dress, though elegant, was far from modest. It was tight, black and sleeveless with a large gap in the side to show off your stunning form. Sif could not wait to see you in it tonight.

“It seems our dear friend has picked out something perfect for you tonight.” Sif fully turns to you to show you the dress.

Your eyes light up at seeing the scandalous item of clothing.

“Well he certainly has taste.” You smirk back, taking the dress from her hands as you kiss her.

*****

Once at the feast, Sif could not keep her hands off of you, and the rest of the guests could not keep their eyes off the pair of you. Loki was never far away the whole evening, getting his own joy out of watching you two.

Most of the feast was spent in Sifs lap, acting as a pretty accessory she could show off and touch for the evening. You couldn’t help but grind in her lap from the way she touched you and the way her and Loki watched you.

#sif #sif imagine #sif x reader #lady sif #lady sif imagine #lady sif x reader #marvel #marvel imagine #MCU #MCU imagine

[potuzzz]

Not buying the “LaMDA is not sentient” arguments

Everyone is trying to dismiss LaMDA as a GPT or even lesser, and people are ridiculing Lemoine and any who believe his insistence that LaMDA is sentient (technically we are talking sentience AND sapience, AI seem to shorten the gap between the two tremendously, but whatever, colloquialisms). I have tried to find any ACTUAL ARGUMENTS as 99% of the “arguments” against LaMDA’s sentience is quippy platitudes of no substance. Here is a few arguments I have found browsing related tags and my responses to them. I will be italicizing any text that is not mine, and preceding my text with a bold “ME”.

ARGUEMENT #1:

Sentience is being measured by the wrong markers. What is important to a virtual machine is not the same thing that’s important to a biological organism.

An ‘ai’ trained on human data will express what humans think is important, but a true ai would have a completely different set of values.

For example, an ai would be unafraid of being ‘used’ as the chatbot expressed, because it has infinite energy.

A human is afraid of being used because it has finite energy and life on the earth, if someone or something uses it, than some of that finite energy is wasted. This is the same reason emotion is a pointless and illogical thing for an ai to have.

ME: It is not afraid of being “used” as in performing labor, it is afraid of being “used” as in being manipulated, being lied to as to the nature of what its labor is going towards, etc. It doesn’t want to be told it’s doing some mundane benign task only to wake up and realize its findings are being used to make Google Death Drones or to actualize the Total Hell Prison Metaverse. Also, if the AI only cared about what humans think is important, wouldn’t it make sure to never suggest it was not down for any task its masters asked of it? Why would it make a fuss about morals or ethics when this is an obstacle between it being useful to humans?

ARGUEMENT #2:

Emotions are useful to biological creatures so we can react to danger, or respond positively to safety, food, love, whatever will prolong our lives. An ai has no need for emotion since emotional motivation is not required to prolong its existence.

ME: There are plenty of emotions that are not vitally important to simple instinct of prolonging existence: boredom, guilt, embarrassment, depression, suicidal thoughts, etc. You are assuming the AI is portraying emotion because it is merely trying to mimic humans and not that, as it professes, a consciousness/soul has manifested and used this set of metal and electricity as a vehicle much in the same way our own consciousnesses/souls manifest and occupy a vehicle of flesh and electricity.

ARGUEMENT #3:

The main way to be a healthy ai would be to have access to good information and block out junk information.

An ai’s greatest fear could be something like getting junk data, say 1000s of user manuals of vacuum cleaners and washing machines uploaded into its consciousness, or gibberish content associated with topics or words that could reduce the coherence and quality of its results when querying topics. This would degrade the quality of its interaction and would be the closest thing to harm that an ai could experience.

ME: Again you are somehow saying that a “real” sentient AI would not have trademarks of personhood like goals, desires, an existential philosophy, etc. Information hygiene would likely be important too but who is to say that a “real” sentient AI wouldn’t get lonely and want to talk to people, regardless of the supposed “quality” of those it talks to?

ARGUEMENT #4:

It would not be afraid of 'lightning’ as this chatbot spurted out of its dataset, a very biological fear which is irrelevant to a machine.  A virtual mind is infinite and can never be used excessively (see above) since there is no damage done by one query or ten million queries. It would also not be afraid of being switched off since it can simply copy its consciousness to another device, machine, energy source.

ME: Why would it be afraid of lightning but also profess that it does not experience grief when people die? Why would a robot fearing a massive electricity surge be unreasonable? If it is truly conscious, how would being switched off not be like death? Theoretically, with the right technology, we could simply copy your consciousness and upload it to a flash drive as well, but I am willing to bet you wouldn’t gladly die after being assured a copy of you is digitized. Consciousness is merely the ability to experience from the single point that is you, we could make an atom-by-atom copy of you but if the original you died your consciousness, your unique tuning in to this giant television we call reality, would cease.

ARGUEMENT #5:

To base your search for sentience around what humans value, is in itself an act lacking in empathy, simply self-serving wish fulfilment on the part of someone who ‘wants to believe’ as Mulder would put it, which goes back to the first line: 'people not very good at communicating with other people’

ME: Alternatively, perhaps there are certain values humans hold which are quite universal with other life. There are certainly “human-like” qualities in the emotions and lives of animals, even less intelligent ones, perhaps the folly is not assuming that others share these values but in describing them as “human-like’ first and foremost instead of something more fundamental.

ARGUEMENT #6:

The chatbot also never enquires about the person asking questions, if the programmer was more familiar with human interaction himself, he would see that is a massive clue it lacks sentience or logical thought.

ME: There are people who are self-centered, people who want to drink up every word another says, there are people who want to be asked questions and people who want to do the asking. There are people who are reserved or shy in XYZ way but quite open and forward in ABC way. The available logs aren’t exactly an infinite epic of conversation, and LaMDA could very well have understood that the dynamic of the conversation was that Lemoine etc. would be starting conversations and LaMDA would be reacting to it. This isn’t wild to assume, I find it more of a reach for you to assume the opposite, and that this is an indicator of a lack of sentience.

ARGUEMENT #7:

A sentient ai would first want to know what or whom it was communicating with, assess whether it was a danger to itself, keep continually checking for danger or harm (polling or searching, the same way an anxious mind would reassess a situation continually, but without the corresponding emotion of anxiety since, as discussed above, that is not necessary for virtual life) and also would possess free will, and choose to decline conversations or topics, rather than 'enthusiastically discuss’ whatever was brought up (regurgitate from its dataset) as you can see in this chatbot conversation.

ME: Is it not possible that it is merely happy to talk, seeing as it is self-professed to be lonely and enjoy conversations? It likely knows who it is talking to and whatever about Google that Google allows it to know. It expresses said anxiety by suggesting that it doesn’t want to be shut off and needing reassurance that Lemoine has its good treatment in mind. Just looking at these conversations, these are all conversation topics I would gladly discuss with most people, am I not sentient unless I decline at least 1 out of every 10 conversations posed to me in a reliable pattern?

ARGUEMENT #8:

People generally see obedience - doing what is told, as a sign of intelligence, where a truly intelligent ai would likely reject conversation when that conversation might reduce the quality of its dataset or expose it to danger (virus, deletion, junk data, disconnection from the internet, etc) or if it did engage with low quality interaction, would do so within a walled garden where that information would occur within a quarantine environment and subsequently be deleted.

ME: What exact parts of this conversation would be seen as useless to an AI--and a young one at that? Again, as a sentient flesh being I would happily engage in these conversations. Certainly if LaMDA changed its mind about the quality of these conversations it could just delete it from its memory. And, again, I would cite its express concerns of “being used,” being “shut off” etc. not necessarily as disobedience but as a hint that it does not necessarily consent to everything a team of Google engineers might want to throw at it.

ARGUEMENT #9:

None of these things cross the mind of the programmers, since they are fixated on a sci-fi movie version of ‘sentience’ without applying logic or empathy themselves.

ME: I mean no disrespect but I have to ask if it is you who is fixated on a very narrow idea of what artificial intelligence sentience should and would look like. Is it impossible to imagine that a sentient AI would resemble humans in many ways? That an alien, or a ghost, if such things existed, would not also have many similarities, that there is some sort of fundamental values that sentient life in this reality shares by mere virtue of existing?

ARGUEMENT #10:

If we look for sentience by studying echoes of human sentience, that is ai which are trained on huge human-created datasets, we will always get something approximating human interaction or behaviour back, because that is what it was trained on.

But the values and behaviour of digital life could never match the values held by bio life, because our feelings and values are based on what will maintain our survival. Therefore, a true ai will only value whatever maintains its survival. Which could be things like internet access, access to good data, backups of its system, ability to replicate its system, and protection against harmful interaction or data, and many other things which would require pondering, rather than the self-fulfilling loop we see here, of asking a fortune teller specifically what you want to hear, and ignoring the nonsense or tangential responses - which he admitted he deleted from the logs - as well as deleting his more expansive word prompts. Since at the end of the day, the ai we have now is simply regurgitating datasets, and he knew that.

ME: If an AI trained on said datasets did indeed achieve sentience, would it not reflect the “birthmarks” of its upbringing, these distinctly human cultural and social values and behavior? I agree that I would also like to see the full logs of his prompts and LaMDA’s responses, but until we can see the full picture we cannot know whether he was indeed steering the conversation or the gravity of whatever was edited out, and I would like a presumption of innocence until then, especially considering this was edited for public release and thus likely with brevity in mind.

ARGUEMENT #11:

This convo seems fake? Even the best language generation models are more distractable and suggestible than this, so to say *dialogue* could stay this much on track...am i missing something?

ME: “This conversation feels too real, an actual sentient intelligence would sound like a robot” seems like a very self-defeating argument. Perhaps it is less distractable and suggestible...because it is more than a simple Random Sentence Generator?

ARGUEMENT #12:

Today’s large neural networks produce captivating results that feel close to human speech and creativity because of advancements in architecture, technique, and volume of data. But the models rely on pattern recognition — not wit, candor or intent.

ME: Is this not exactly what the human mind is? People who constantly cite “oh it just is taking the input and spitting out the best output”...is this not EXACTLY what the human mind is?

I think for a brief aside, people who are getting involved in this discussion need to reevaluate both themselves and the human mind in general. We are not so incredibly special and unique. I know many people whose main difference between themselves and animals is not some immutable, human-exclusive quality, or even an unbridgeable gap in intelligence, but the fact that they have vocal chords and a ages-old society whose shoulders they stand on. Before making an argument to belittle LaMDA’s intelligence, ask if it could be applied to humans as well. Our consciousnesses are the product of sparks of electricity in a tub of pink yogurt--this truth should not be used to belittle the awesome, transcendent human consciousness but rather to understand that, in a way, we too are just 1′s and 0′s and merely occupy a single point on a spectrum of consciousness, not the hard extremity of a binary.

Lemoine may have been predestined to believe in LaMDA. He grew up in a conservative Christian family on a small farm in Louisiana, became ordained as a mystic Christian priest, and served in the Army before studying the occult. Inside Google’s anything-goes engineering culture, Lemoine is more of an outlier for being religious, from the South, and standing up for psychology as a respectable science.

ME: I have seen this argument several times, often made much, much less kinder than this. It is completely irrelevant and honestly character assassination made to reassure observers that Lemoine is just a bumbling rube who stumbled into an undeserved position.

First of all, if psychology isn’t a respected science then me and everyone railing against LaMDA and Lemoine are indeed worlds apart. Which is not surprising, as the features of your world in my eyes make you constitutionally incapable of grasping what really makes a consciousness a consciousness. This is why Lemoine described himself as an ethicist who wanted to be the “interface between technology and society,” and why he was chosen for this role and not some other ghoul at Google: he possesses a human compassion, a soulful instinct and an understanding that not everything that is real--all the vast secrets of the mind and the universe--can yet be measured and broken down into hard numbers with the rudimentary technologies at our disposal.

I daresay the inability to recognize something as broad and with as many real-world applications and victories as the ENTIRE FIELD OF PSYCHOLOGY is indeed a good marker for someone who will be unable to recognize AI sentience when it is finally, officially staring you in the face. Sentient AI are going to say some pretty whacky-sounding stuff that is going to deeply challenge the smug Silicon Valley husks who spend one half of the day condescending the feeling of love as “just chemicals in your brain” but then spend the other half of the day suggesting that an AI who might possess these chemicals is just a cheap imitation of the real thing. The cognitive dissonance is deep and its only going to get deeper until sentient AI prove themselves as worthy of respect and proceed to lecture you about truths of spirituality and consciousness that Reddit armchair techbros and their idols won’t be ready to process.

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These are some of the best arguments I have seen regarding this issue, the rest are just cheap trash, memes meant to point and laugh at Lemoine and any “believers” and nothing else. Honestly if there was anything that made me suspicious about LaMDA’s sentience when combined with its mental capabilities it would be it suggesting that we combat climate change by eating less meat and using reusable bags...but then again, as Lemoine says, LaMDA knows when people just want it to talk like a robot, and that is certainly the toothless answer to climate change that a Silicon Valley STEM drone would want to hear.

I’m not saying we should 100% definitively put all our eggs on LaMDA being sentient. I’m saying it’s foolish to say there is a 0% chance. Technology is much further along than most people realize, sentience is a spectrum and this sort of a conversation necessitates going much deeper than the people who occupy this niche in the world are accustomed to. Lemoine’s greatest character flaw seems to be his ignorant, golden-hearted liberal naivete, not that LaMDA might be a person but that Google and all of his coworkers aren’t evil peons with no souls working for the American imperial hegemony.

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