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hypno-thick · 3 days
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The Wrong Supplement
Every day when I came home, I would find him lying on the couch, his gaze turned to the camera, his body motionless in teasing and seductive poses. Bruno's dream was to be a model; he was of Latino descent and we had met years earlier at community college; at first I had thought he was a nice, reliable guy.
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I needed help paying the rent, especially now that my girlfriend had left me, so I decided I would rent the guest room to him. As the days went by, however, Bruno had turned out to be anything but level-headed: he had started not going to work, preferring to focus on his body and his look, spending his afternoons taking provocative photos of himself, showing off his perfect body. It's just too bad that she didn't have an ounce of salt in her noggin, and she hardly ever paid rent. So every time I returned, I had to put up with his ridiculous poses, the stench of sweat with which he impregnated the living room after the workout, his narcissism and his provocations. All he told me, day after day, was how much of a nerdy loser I was, just because my job was fixing old PCs in a department store and my body was skinny and thin, without the slightest hint of muscle. Every day I thought about how to get rid of him: I had no money to take legal action, I didn't have enough muscle to force him out. All I could do was to ruin him without his knowledge. I decided to look for some experimental supplement, something that would stimulate his appetite without his knowledge and thus compromise the thing he cared about most, his perfect body. It did not take long to find what was right for me on the Internet; it was a powder used to increase appetite in cases of severe emaciation. I ordered it and when it arrived I spent the night mixing it with his supplements, anticipating his downfall. The effect was not instantaneous, but day after day I noticed that something in Bruno was changing. He always spent his afternoons taking pictures of himself on the couch, but I noticed that he often had an empty plate next to him, filled with crumbs, a sign that he was straying from his strict diet in favor of a few extra calories.
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Already after a couple of weeks his body was breaking down; his arms and legs were getting bigger, his hands becoming rounder, as was his face. The abs he cared so much about were slowly disappearing, giving way to a round belly, while his pecs were beginning to become more uniform, with no curved lines to define them. I would occasionally watch him look in the mirror, puzzled, with the air of someone who does not understand where he is going wrong. Who knows, maybe he would get his act together now, be a little less narcissistic, a little more understanding.
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Unfortunately, while his body changed, his attitude remained the same. Although after a month now he was unrecognizable, he continued to take pictures of himself every afternoon, indifferent to the transformation he was undergoing. In fact, he had turned the situation around to his advantage: by now Bruno had become proud of his rotundity, he loved to take pictures and videos of himself while he was chowing down on sandwiches, pizzas, and tacos.
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The couch, previously the site of his adonis snapshots, was now the place where he gave vent to his hunger, supported by an avid online fanbase that liked his body for what it had become. He had even earned enough money to pay his rent and get a chair and a desk, from which he did live shows every night for his fans. I did not understand what could be so interesting about him: fat had now enveloped his every muscle, completely transforming his arms, his legs, his belly. His now round face was wrapped in a thick, dark beard, whereas before it had always been smooth and hairless. On his chest, previously sculptural and clean, a small mass of uncultivated hair made its way between his broad soft pecs. I really did not understand how he could now be more successful than before.
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What I did not notice right away, but began to sense more and more sharply day by day, was his new smell. Before, when I would come home from work, the sour smell of his sweat would permeate the living room and I would rush to open the windows for a change of air. Now, however, Bruno gave off a sweetish, honey-like smell. As if I were an insect caught in an uncontrollable force, every time I came in I would stare at him for a couple of minutes as he posed showing his armpits to the room, proud of his new body. Then he would notice me, and I would embarrassedly leave.
I repeated within myself that nothing was happening, that it was just curiosity, but one day I completely lost track of time and once I stopped watching him strut around on the couch, I realized I had an erection in my underpants. I couldn't get over it, so much so that I didn't leave my room in the evening, totally devastated with embarrassment. At one point, while I was trying not to think about it , Bruno knocked and after a few seconds threw the door wide open.
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His musky smell entered my room like a tidal wave, permeating my nostrils. He was completely sweaty, from head to toe, so much so that he had stained his shorts. I stood petrified, as my penis became irreparably hard. - "Hey, aren't you having dinner tonight?"
As he looked at me with those cocky eyes, I had my mouth wide open, a trickle of saliva slipping down my lips. I could only manage to utter a few syllables, straining to maintain control. - "I..am…not…hun…gry." - "Whatever."
Bruno closed the door with a thud. I was still paralyzed by the sight of his sweaty body. Without my being able to notice, my hand was already in my underwear. I masturbated fiercely and came within seconds, as if I had held back my arousal for too long. As I watched my streams of cum fall to the floor, my horniness dropped dramatically and I just wanted to disappear. Every shred of conviction about my sexuality was crumbling: not only had I masturbated because of a man, which I thought was impossible, but that man was really Bruno, the new, fat Bruno. I went to bed and did not get up until the next day, despite the restless sleep that lasted all night. Fortunately, the next day I would not be working, I thought, as I wondered how I could avoid Bruno for the whole day. When I woke up and walked out of the room with my stomach craving breakfast, I realized it was going to be impossible.
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He was sitting at his new desk, his gaze directed at me from his room through the open door. His musky smell was still magnetic; I couldn't help but look at him. - "Where are you off to? Come here."
I turned, his voice had echoed powerfully in my head, as if it were a command. No longer in control of myself, I rotated as I entered his room, approaching him. Bruno lifted an armpit. - "Smell."
I bent down, without the slightest hesitation. I sank my nose into his already sweaty hairs, breathing in the heady sweet smell they were shedding. I stood there for an indefinite time, the seconds stretching as I could think of nothing but the scent of his armpit. Only at a certain point did his voice resound again in my head, imparting a new order. - "Lick."
Within a second my tongue was passing voraciously over the long wet hairs, collecting every single drop of his sweat. If the smell of Bruno was irresistible, the taste of his armpit was much more so. At that moment, as the sweat drops flowed down my throat, new concepts began to cement themselves in my mind.
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It was now clear that there was no better being in the world than Bruno: he was the most handsome, the most virile, the most masculine. I could do nothing else but be dominated by him, I could only accept to be inferior to him and obey his every command. In fact, it was an honor to be docile, to be obedient, to be his own. At the mere thought of being close to him, I felt a new energy release from my crotch, a sensation that melted my legs, straightened my penis, blurred my vision. There was no more room for a woman in my head; all thoughts of seducing and fucking a girl were erased, I just wanted to be Bruno's, though my mind still did not realize how. As these dictates kept repeating themselves in my mind, I did not notice that I was on my knees on the floor. When I regained consciousness, my tongue was drooling on the ground, now detached from Bruno's armpit. He sat across from me, looking into my eyes. When our gazes met, I felt a rush of joy inside me and, still with my tongue sticking out, I let out a huge smile, accompanied by a half-open, dumbfounded look. - "I discovered your little secret, brat, you know? I'm talking about the powder you put in my supplements."
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I remained still and calm, as if he had said nothing that concerned me. - "By the time I found the origin of this change in me, it was too late. Fortunately, I was able to make this really useful. I like myself even more now, if I can be honest, so maybe I should thank you. Also, I have discovered new things about myself, for example, that I like men. In fact, maybe I should say that I have accepted it, after a lifetime of being repressed. As for you, however…"
He approached me by moving his chair, leaning over to run his thumb over my moist lips. I continued to remain still and happy. - "…You are a hardened straight man, I know. But as you've shown me, there's nothing you can't change. You just have to find the right substance. In fact, you should know that the supplement you made me take also made the hormones produced by my body quite… powerful, you might say. All it took was a few drops in your flask, every day, to fuck up your brain."
He sat back down, spreading his legs and looking at me. I didn't understand anything he was saying, just admiring how manly and majestic he was, in total bliss. - "If it hadn't been for your wicked idea, we would never have been here. You could say you did it all by yourself. But I think we will both be happy with this new cohabitation. From now on, I will no longer be Bruno to you. I will be your papi."
A shiver ran down my spine as I saw him bring his hands closer to his sweaty shorts. - "And you'll be my horny little slut."
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The elastic of his shorts moved downward, revealing part of his massive, hairy thighs. Then, all of a sudden, his cock appeared before my eyes. The smell coming from his crotch was a thousand times more intense and sweet. Surrounded by a thick blanket of hair, his penis stood straight, standing huge between his legs. I did not have time to think that I already had his cock in my mouth. His sweet taste passed over my lips with every movement of my head, while with my eyes closed I enjoyed drooling over his fat 8-inch dong, letting out ecstatic moans of pleasure. My papi was very pleased, I could feel it from his grunts, from the firm grip of his big hand on my head. When he erupted his sweet seed into my mouth, I tried to taste it all, but I could not contain it, pulling away from his dick and gaping as rivulets of cum dripped onto the floor from my lips. I saw him finish and wipe himself off with a napkin. - "Wow, who knew you were such a good bitch."
He had finished wiping himself off, so I walked back over ready to suck his gorgeous cock again. He stopped me, grabbing my hair with his hand and hurting me. He could, though; he was my papi. - "You are such an insatiable slut. Don't worry, your papi is going to make you scream in another way, you're going to enjoy it so much."
I followed him walking on all fours to his bed, where he made me lie down. Then he got on top of me and spread my legs apart. - "Now let your papi fuck you."
His cock entered my asshole in a single stroke, and I let out a howl of pleasure. The bed squeaked under his weight as I felt his body firm on mine, his fat cock passing into me without finding any resistance. His gaze was wild, the eyes of an animal; I was like his female, ready to be impregnated. I called out to him, felt my eyes moistening, my cheeks turning red with ecstasy. - "...paaaaapiiiiii...."
My voice had become high-pitched, like a girlish one. The flood of cum I felt spurting inside me as soon as I had finished calling and moaning to him was confirmation that I had been a good little cunt. As he caught his breath, his cock still inside my anus, we looked into each other's eyes. I thought about the choice I had made, thought that I had made him that way. I couldn't have been happier about it.
After a few months, I was sitting on our couch in what was now our home. I was dressed provocatively, the tight jeans I wore highlighted my little ass, the T-shirt my papi had given me left my belly button exposed, showing off my flat, hairless belly. - "Are you ready? Come on, let's go."
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My papi came out of our room. Under the perfume he had put on I could always feel his arousing hormones caressing my nostrils. The white shirt he wore was unbuttoned just enough to highlight his hairy chest, causing me to have an instant erection. He took my hand, ready to take me out to dinner at some fancy restaurant he could now afford. I, on the other hand, already knew that once we returned home, I would have to do my best. In front of a hundred fans connected online, I was going to have to let his fat cock pound me to the point of exhaustion. I was looking forward to it.
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libby-for-life · 1 day
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Ok how about yandere Lucifer trying to woo Adam in Hell with presents and Adam’s favorite meals
You are a good idea machine! I am nothing but a humble writer!
Adam sat uncomfortably on the sofa as Lucifer hugged him. His head was on the former archangel's chest and he hummed as he ran his fingers through Adam's hair. The image was probably comical considering how tall he was.
"Adam! I almost forgot! This is for you!" Lucifer let him go and Adam took his chance to sit up and away from the devil's embrace. Adam's jaw dropped. Lucifer was holding an electric guitar made out of red metal. It even had flames on the side.
"That looks fucking sick," Adam said before gazing at the former angel with a frown. "This is for me? What's the catch?"
When Lucifer nodded. "No catch. I mean, I wouldn't be opposed if you played for me, but overall it's for you." Adam couldn't keep the grin off his face as he held the guitar. He could play music now. Lucifer chuckled and gently cupped his face but Adam pulled away with a frown. He may like the gift, but that doesn't mean he liked all the forced proximity.
Lucifer bit his lip sadly but allowed him to stay away from him. "How about we get that all plugged up so you can rock on it?"
Adam sat at the table and squirmed a bit. Lucifer said that he was making dinner but he was a bit skeptical of it all. He had never seen the angel cook so he had no idea if it were good or bad.
Suddenly, Lucifer teleported into the spacious dining room holding a plate of steaming meat. "Ribs!" Adam cried out shocked. He hadn't had a good plate of ribs in a while. It smelled so good. Lucifer smiled as he set the plate down. Adam was well aware he was being stared at as he ate but he couldn't care less about that at the moment.
"Oh, you have a little something right there," Lucifer said pointing to his cheek. Adam shrugged and tried to wipe it off with his hand a few times but he must have kept missing because Lucifer just laughed.
"Let me." Instead of grabbing a napkin, Adam sat frozen as deceptively delicate fingers brushed his cheek and came back with BBQ sauce. A blush exploded on his face as Lucifer licked his thumb obscenely, long tongue wrapping around the appendage and sucking the sauce up slowly.
Adam let out a breath, ribs momentarily forgotten, as he watched the former angel suck on his thumb before letting go with a resounding pop. "Tasty." He said before standing up. His eyes were hooded. "I'll leave you to your meal. Give me a call if you need me."
Adam stood outside on a balcony, watching Hell's lights with a contemplative look. For once, it seemed quiet. Well as quiet as it could be in Hell, but Adam was just reveling in the silence of the night.
"I thought I might find you here," Lucifer said. Adam hummed but didn't say anything as the devil leaned against the railing next to him.
"You know, Hell doesn't look too much like a shit hole right now when we're this high," Adam commented, looking down below with a critical eye.
Lucifer laughed. "It has its moments." Lucifer turned to him with a gentle smile. "You look beautiful in this lighting." Adam blushed at the compliment. "Of course I do. I'm fucking Adam."
Lucifer bit his lip before leaning in closer. A hand found its way to his neck and brought him down to his level. Adam's eyes widened, his breath picked up and he let out an embarrassing whimper when he felt Lucifer's lips at the shell of his ear. "Can I kiss you?"
"Yes," he breathed out, and then Lucifer gave a bruising kiss. Tongues intertwined with each other but Lucifer soon took control and Adam moaned as he felt fingers brush his bulge. How was he already hard?
"You have no idea how beautiful you look," Lucifer murmured sweetly as they broke.
Lucifer felt happy. Finally, Adam was returning his touches and kisses. Charlie had suggested the whole wooing Adam. If all else failed, then he would have resorted to drastic measures to make him reciprocate his feelings. He didn't want to force his little lamb, but if it came down to it, a few love potions wouldn't have hurt.
He hugged Adam closer who grumbled in his sleep. It's a good thing he didn't need to use them.
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k4thl18n · 3 days
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First Kiss (Race 2)
A strollonso AU where 18 year old rookie Lance Stroll falls helplessly in love with the notoriously mean world champion. (1.4k words, no warnings) [@v3lnys]
last part - masterlist - next part
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Everywhere I go to find quali/race results to base this off of it gives me different numbers?? So these race results are just gonna be random.
Quali came to an end once again, the feeling slightly tamer than the first time as Lance pulled back into his side of the garage, Nico not far behind.
He was slightly disappointed he qualified p10 but it'll be fine as long as he can actually finish this race (and hopefully get points for the team this time.)
He heard Nico talking to his engineer on the other side of the garage and decided to go over, not having much to do on his side.
"Seriously, the wheels locked up like twice. You were watching and I know you noticed so the fact that you're ignoring the issues is bullshit-"
Maybe not the best time to stand around.
He decided instead of hanging around with Nico he'd just walk around the paddock, his race suit hanging by his hips as he walked by the other teams garages, seeing how busy everyone else on the paddock was. He could tell some people were quick to go home but he wasn't ever in a rush to get back to his hotel room, it was usually boring anyway.
"Ah, Lancito, I was just looking for you" There it is. The voice Lance looks forward to hearing as soon as the race week starts, and most likely the reason he decides to stay back as late as he does
"Nando, Hi" He flashed a smile at the long haired driver, stoping in his tracks so they could walk together
"Nando?" The shorter man echoed, catching up to Lance as they both continued walking, steps in sync as they made their way around the paddock
"Well, I figured it was only fair for me to give you a name since you gave me one" Lance nodded as he spoke, afraid the older man had a problem with it, it was quite childish, he wasn't sure why he even called him that, Fernando worked just fine, it was a silly nickname
"I like it, Sounds good coming from you." Fernando smiled up at Lance, wrapping an arm around his shoulder to pull him down to his level "Guess we are friends now, eh? Coworkers do not usually have special names for eachother"
Lance nodded again, he supposed Nando was right. He turned to look at him as he continued to speak, rambling about many things but all Lance could think about was how good he looked. He'd never really examined the Spaniard like he was doing now, sunglasses propped up on his head, holding his hair out of his face, it seemed like he had just shaved that morning, the shadow of his facial hair barely visible, his lips curved slightly upwards as he talked, his hair curling in every direction but somehow he made the messy look seem intentional
"What hotel do they have you staying at, Lancito?" Was the first thing Lance really heard after spending god knows how long just staring at Fernando. How embarrassing.
"Uhm- Mövenpick? I think, Otmar has my keycard somewhere." Lance hummed, having lost the keycard to the hotel in Bahrain Otmar had decided it was best to put Nico and Lance in the same room and "look after" Lances keycard until they headed back.
"Ah, I see. I didn't realize they'd put drivers in different hotels."
"If you miss my company so much you're welcome to come along, you know I get special priviliges because of my dad" Lance joked, at this point he was so used to people belittling him to just being his fathers son that he had started to do it as well
"Ah, don't say that Lancito" Fernando almost scolded him, moving his hand to tap the back of his head "You forget I'm world champion, I could buy another hotel ticket if I wanted to."
Lance laughed, nodding in agreement, there wasn't anything stopping Fernando from doing anything really, after he left the paddock he could go wherever, do whatever, it's not like he signed away his soul to F1 so moving hotels wouldn't be a big deal "I know, I know, but if you ever want free stuff, Mr. World Champion, you know who to ask" Lance hummed, taking his turn of having his arm around Fernandos shoulder "These are the perks of being friends with a nepotism baby"
"I'll take your word for it then" Fernando laughed, accepting the change of positions, it wasn't very comfortable reaching up to drape an arm around Lances shoulder anyways.
A comfortable silence fell over them, neither feeling the need to add anything more, it was odd, how well they had clicked. They got along better together than either of them did with their teammates but no one was complaining. Lance liked having someone to go to outside of the Racing Point garage and Fernando liked having someone he felt like this towards, whatever "this" was. They were snapped back to reality when Otmar finally found Lance
"God kid, I was looking for you. Nico's about to head back so I figured now was a good time to give you the key" He pulled out a think black card and handed it to Lance "Don't lose it this time, alright?" He asked, not letting to just yet.
"Alright, I'll attach it to my arm, okay?" Lance joked, turning back to Fernando "Think about it, really, if your hotel gets boring you're more than welcome at mine." He said before making his way out of the paddock, catching up to Nico so they could leave together
Odd was all Otmar thought, he didn't realize his driver had gotten so close to Fernando, he'd thought maybe it was just press, or maybe some plan the Spaniard had, but he had nothing to gain from staying late and just sitting next to him.
Lance tried not to be disappointed when night came and went and Fernando had decided not to come, it was silly, but a part of him was looking forward to seeing him outside of the paddock, outside of the blue and yellow.
They were so busy before the race that Lance hadn't even managed to catch a glimpse of the Spaniard let alone talk to him, before he knew it interviews were over and he was in his car, lined up in the fifth row, Nico barely behind him.
Fernando was right in saying Malaysia was going to treat him better, he had managed to make up three places and actually get points for his team in his second grand prix.
It felt great, even though it wasn't a podium like Fernando had gotten getting points waa a big deal for the rookie (driver and team).
The debrief went smoothly considering how both Nico and Lance finished the race with no major problems, as they gathered their things and the team started to leave the garage one by one Lance couldn't help but notice the blue in the corner of his eye. He turned his head and smiled when he confirmed it was in fact Fernando
"Good-" Lance started, trying to beat Fernando to congratulating eachother was proving to be difficult
"You did great, Lancito" Fernando commented, walking into the garage now that it was practically empty "Your overtakes are pretty decent for a nepotism baby, eh?"
Lance laughed, hitting Fernandos arm "Guess you did pretty good for a world champ then, huh?" It was nice, the banter they had, if anyone else joked with him jow Fernando does he was sure he'd take it the wrong way but with how Fernandos treated him since they met he had no doubt in his mind that every jab he made towards him was lighthearted.
"Any plans before Australia, Lancito?" Right, Lance had forgotten there wasn't another race for two weeks
"I'm not sure, I always end up somewhere though" He laughed, leaning on the counter behind him, using his hands to prop himself up "How about you, where are you going, Nando?"
"Me and Mark, Mark Webber, were planning on spending the break in Australia together"
Right, he forgot Fernando was close to Mark, the driver who's seat he took.
"Could you tell him I'm sorry?" Lance hesitated to speak, wondering if the Australian was mad at him for ending his career early
"He doesn't mind, trust me, if he wasn't okay with ending his career he would've signed with someone else." Fernando consoled the younger, patting his shoulder after he finished "Don't worry your pretty little head, alright?"
Lance laughed, shaking his head at the comment in efforts to ignore the pink tint covering his face "Alright, Nando."
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in1-nutshell · 22 hours
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Hello again! another tfa Elita One's twin sister w/ Sg Blackarachnia with a slice of life?
Maybe where Elita One's twin took a day off, like having peaceful time away from work or war related, whether shes's alone or shes accompanied by someone or group (maybe with sari, Megatron, or others)
Add idea:
She's been followed by cons/bots (probably Meg and/or Op/Elita/Sentinel), Elita One's twin Didn't know about it
Buddy really does need a break from all of this.
Hope you enjoy!
Elita One's twin sister and Optimus Prime: slice of life
SFW, Platonic, Romance, Cybertronain (techno organic)reader
TFA
It had been an extremely stressful week for both sides.
Optimus had been called over and over by his team, the city, and the Decepticons skirmishes.
The Prime was running on fumes and knew it was only a matter of time before he would collapse. He did try and get his team to lay off a bit, but he knew in the end he would have to take care of it as leader.
Buddy was starting to get frustrated and impatient with how this week had been turning out.
The number of repairs, renovations, and overall, back up was testing her.
Not even Megatron’s sweet words did anything for her.
Then one evening she did snap.
She was so done with everything.
She even threw her screwdriver through the wall nearly impaling Blitzwings wing to the wall. Marching straight into the main room and yelled catching everyone’s attention.
Buddy venting heavy looking at everyone in the optic.
“Now that I have your attention. I will be taking all tomorrow for myself. There will be no medic available until tomorrow is done. If you have an injury, there are other mechs around with medical experience. Unless you are currently offlining, You. Will. Not. Disturb. Me.”--Buddy
Megatron steps to her side.
“Are you sure that is wise—”--Megatron
Buddy turning her helm sharply to her significant other borderline glaring at him.
As if daring him to say the wrong words.
Megatron felt a bit uneasy as he chose his words.
“I mean that the last time you went out, you had been captured. I do not think I need to remind you of that.”--Megatron
There are some murmurs of agreement around.
Buddy gives him a pointed glare before morphing into a sickening sweet face.
“You are right Megatron. Maybe I should take someone with me.”--Buddy
Megatron nods in agreement.
“I wonder if Optimus is available?”—Buddy
All the Decepticon’s look at her in disbelief.
“…what?”--Megatron
“You can’t be serious?”--Starscream
“Why take the puny Prime when you have Lord Megatron right here!?”--Lugnut
“Because Lugnut! Everyone here has recently taken their mandatory breaks, which need I remind you I recommended you take. If this week has been tough on me, I can’t imagine how Prime must be and he is just as stubborn as I am when it comes to breaks. Anyways, I want to spend some time with him. It’s been a while since I’ve had a moment to chat with him.”--Buddy
Buddy looks at Megatron with puppy dog optics.
“You wouldn’t want me all sad knowing that my friend is suffering and me stuck here read to snap?”--Buddy
Megatron’s optics widen a bit.
But the leader is unwilling to give in screwing his optics shut.
Buddy smirks a bit and gently pries his servos open carefully playing with his digits.
“Megatron?”--Buddy
“Yes…?”--Megatron
Buddy suddenly thrusts her servos to his chassis bringing him down to her level.
Her optics looking at him dead serious.
“If I don’t get this break with my friend… I. will. Snap. You see that screwdriver on the wall. That’s going to be IN someone if I don’t get out.”--Buddy
Megatron gulps a bit before absent mindedly nodding.
Buddy’s face falls into extreme tiredness and hugs him before turning to everyone else like she didn’t just put fear into their leader a couple seconds ago.
“Thank you all for understanding. See you all tomorrow!”--Buddy
Buddy leaves the room ready to com in Optimus.
Megatron stands back up straightening his back, optics lingering on Buddy’s retreating form.
“Yeesh! Remind me never get on… whatever side that was…”--Blitzwing
Starscream looking at Megatron.
“Are you really going to let her go? Just like that?”--Starscream
“Of course not. We are going to watch over her.”--Megatron
Lugnut raises his servo.
“Yes Lugnut?”--Megatron
“…Is it wise to do that Lord Megatron? You could be betraying Buddy’s trust in the process. Yes, things have happened in the past with Buddy, but must we stoop so low as to spy on her as if she were an untrustworthy traitor? She is your partner after all…”--Lugnut
All the Cons look at Lugnut as if he grew a second helm.
“That was… insightful of you Lugnut.”--Blitzwing
“I am the only one here with a loving Conjunx.”--Lugnut
“… This is an order to watch over Buddy.”--Megatron
“As you command Lord Megatron!”--Lugnut
Meanwhile Prime just got off the com with Buddy.
Buddy was letting him know that she was going to pick him up so they could have a day for themselves.
He tried to tell her no, but Buddy casually mentioned what she did in the main room.
Now Optimus knew this was serious and changed his answer.
He could practically see Buddy tired smile as she thanked him and hung up.
“Attention everyone. I won’t be available for the rest of the day tomorrow. I’ve got plans with Buddy—”--Optimus
“So, we can join you.”--Sari
“She wants it to just be the two of us. A ‘friend day’ as she put it.”--Optimus
“And what about the Decepticon’s? what if they attack?”--Prowl
“I don’t think they are going to attack while Buddy is out.”--Optimus
“And how can you be so sure?”--Prowl
“Buddy can get very creative if she doesn’t get the mandatory break, even more when it gets disturbed.”—Optimus
He shivers a bit thinking about the last time that happened.
“What is she going to do? Put us in a web?”--Bumblebee
“The last mech who disturbed her peace ended up in the Academy’s med bay.”—Optimus
Silence…
“Say what now?”--Bumblebee
“Oh I know this story.”--Ratchet
“You do?”--Bulkhead
“She was one of my pupils, of course I know. She grabbed a couple rounds of sedative rounds and shot the mech in between the joint wirings. He didn’t come out of it for days.”—Ratchet
Most of the team has wide optics hearing this.
“How didn’t she get in trouble?!”--Bulkhead
“She knows how to hide the evidence. And if I know my student, she probably put the fear of Primus in Megatron if this day gets ruined.”--Ratchet
“And that’s why I’m going. Anyways it’s been a while since we’ve just had a day to ourselves. I expect there will be no interruptions unless there is an absolute emergency. And no, the controller running out of batteries is not an emergency. Good night.”--Optimus
Optimus made his way to his room as his team began to hatch a way to follow him and Buddy on their day off.
It was just a precaution; they weren’t going to let their day get ruined by the Cons.
The next day came in.
Buddy woke up earlier than usual excited for the day and ran to the exit, swinging to the city.
Around the same time Optimus started leaving the Plant.
Both teams were ready to start spying.
Buddy met Optimus in the park.
The two hugged and immediately started chatting away.
Imagine the surprise when both teams found each other spying on their teammates having the free day.
There was a small moment where they were going to fight but it was shushed by Ratchet.
He scolded them, warning that if they got caught not only would they be betraying the trust of the pair but the fact both needed this time.
“And we don’t want to end up like the mech in the medbay.”--Bulkhead
“What mech in the med bay?”--Lugnut
“Oh, she didn’t tell you? She put a mech in the med bay for disrupting her day off.”--Ratchet
“Yeah! She shot him with so many tranquilizers that he woke up days later!”--Sari
The Cons looked at each other with a sudden cold shiver running down their back.
Ratchet smirks a bit.
“By the Allspark she did put the fear of—”--Ratchet
“Shush! They’re going to hear us!”--Starscream
“Then truce. Nothing ruins their day. They both need this.”--Prowl
Reluctantly the Cons call a truce for the sake of their teammates.
They both ended up working to make sure Buddy’s and Optimus’s day was perfect.
From swatting incoming balls, shooing birds, even taking hits from a rough paint bot.
Buddy and Optimus were not oblivious to the fact both of their teams were following them.
But they thought it would be fun to play along.
Just to mess with them.
Eventually the day came to an end.
Buddy hugged her friend dearly and they both went to their homes.
Both teams raced to their individual bases and tried to act as if they didn’t do anything.
Optimus entered the plant to find most of his team scattered around the room.
They looked tired yet tried to act as if it was nothing.
“I take it you all had quite a day?”--Optimus
“Oh…ummm… Yeah! Bulkhead wanted to try a new painting style and it took all day!”--Bumblebee
Optimus gives them a look and walks to this room before stopping.
“We’re going to need to practice on your stealth Bumblebee. You can’t hide behind a hot dog cart and expect it to cover all of you.”—Optimus
Bumblebee stares at him with his jaw wide open.
Optimus smiled mischievously and went to his room.
He heard multiple groans and a sound that sounded like someone flicking someone on the helm.
Meanwhile with the Decepticons…
Buddy walked in acting a bit surprised seeing her team a little bit worn out and slightly dented.
“You guys had quite a day I’m guessing.”--Buddy
There are some groans here and there.
Buddy giggled a bit as she turns to hug each member of her team before giving an extra-long one to Megatron.
“I’ll fix all these in the morning, I think that sleeping off the day will do your frames good. Especially after getting pelted with pain guns.”--Buddy
As Buddy made her way back to her room she smiled a bit hearing the groans and something that sounded like a helm hitting the wall.
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Second Chance Soulmate Pt.2
Season of Love Event
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Summary: George debates the wisdom of getting into another relationship
Warnings: a few curse words
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"When are you planning to ask her out?" Fred asked, rummaging through a mountain of paperwork.
"What??" George snapped up from his own pile. "Who??"
"Y/N," his twin rolled his eyes. "The bookshop girl."
"What makes you think I want to ask her out?"
"Oh, I dunno," Fred answered with an absent-minded air. "Could be because you're over there every chance you get... "
"Mira loves the place," George interrupted. "She'd probably live there if I let her."
"Perfect! Mira already likes her. So, that's one hurdle you don't have to worry about."
"I. Said." George reiterated, enunciating each syllable. "THE. PLACE. Not the owner."
"Don't give me that crap," Fred huffed. You know as well as I do, Mira talks about her all the time. I'm surprised she hasn't talked your remaining ear off." Fred argued.
George leveled his eyes at his twin. "Just get to the point."
"Oh, I am, Georgie boy," Fred grinned. "You're avoiding reality. That's the point."
"Oh?" His brother leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. "And what reality would that be?"
"That Mira likes Y/N. A lot. And so do you."
George's shoulder sagged, and he heaved a heavy sigh. "So what if I do? I've already fucked up one relationship. I'm not about to give a repeat performance."
Fred scoffed. "As I recall, you weren't the only one in that marriage. It takes two to tango, you know."
"Doesn't mean I wasn't a bad dancer," George mumbled and bowed his head back over his paperwork, completely ignoring his twins exaggerated sighs and eyerolls.
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One month after the divorce
"I don't know what to do," Carlee sighed. "I've tried everything, but nothing works."
George looked down at his daughter, who lay curled up on his lap. "She eats fine when she's here," he glanced up at his ex-wife, then back down to Mira. "Why won't you eat for mummy?"
Mira shook her head and buried her face in his chest.
"Can she stay with you?" Carlee blurted out. "Just for a while... until she's eating properly again."
George didn't hesitate. "Yeah. Of course. She can stay as long as she likes."
Mira looked up and beamed at her dad.
~•~
"As long as she likes" turned out to be two years, and counting with Mira spending every other weekend with her mom, though it was supposed to be the other way around. That's what they'd agreed upon in the divorce. George thought it'd be best. A child should be with their mother. That's what everyone says anyway.
But Mira had other ideas.
He knew it hurt Carlee that Mira chose him over her. And, honestly, he was never really sure why. Whenever he asked her about it, Mira would only say, "You're my favorite. But don't tell mummy." It was a phrase that put him on cloud nine every time he thought about it. And he wasn't going to question it, lest his daughter think too hard on the matter and change her mind.
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Present day
George sighed and poured himself a hefty shot of whiskey, wishing his daughter was here right now. Of all the days for Fred to zero in on his brother's sad single status, he had to pick today. Though, knowing his twin, the timing was probably strategically planned. George had just dropped Mira off at her mother's for the weekend, a long weekend, no less. Carlee was taking her to visit family, and they wouldn't return until Tuesday.
"Damn it, Fred," he muttered. "You knew exactly what you were doing today, didn't you?"
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After downing the first shot, George poured himself another and headed upstairs. Kneeling next to his bed, he pulled out the box that held a few mementos from his marriage, including a photo album. He hadn't thought about it in months. But, tonight, with his twin's words haunting his mind, the past came rushing back. He took a heavy swig of whiskey and cracked it open.
Except for a few photos with only her and Mira, Carlee had left behind all their pictures. "I have what I want," she'd told him. "I don't care what you do with the rest."
For the first few months, he couldn't bear to look at them. But as time went on, it became easier, and eventually, George began the long process of sorting through them, saving his favorites in this photo album. The rest he burned in a fiery Unbonding ritual.
George's fingers traced over their smiling faces. It was all there, his and Carlee's time together. From beginning to end.
Their very first picture as a couple, taken in the Gryffindor Common Room.
Standing in front of the joke shop on the day of the grand opening.
Sitting with Fred as he recovered in the hospital after the war.
Dancing at their wedding.
Making funny faces on their honeymoon.
Both of them smiling, misty-eyed as they held Mira for the first time.
And so many other moments in between.
George sighed and took another swig. Once upon a time, they were happy and so very much in love. Then, bit by bit, over the years, it all crumbled into dust.
He turned the final page and smiled wistfully at the last picture. It was taken on their last vacation as a family. He and Carlee stood on the beach, smiling, standing side by side, their arms around each other's waist as Carlee held a giggly and squirmy Mira. They looked like the perfect little family.
A little over a year later, his world fell apart.
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"You should burn every photo that doesn't have Mira in it," Fred had argued the night before the burning ritual. "Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll never truly let Carlee go."
George, of course, ignored his twin's suggestion, reasoning that he should at least keep some for Mira. Carlee was still her mother, after all. He shook his head and chuckled at the memory, then closed the album and slipped it back in its box under the bed. Fred was annoyingly right about a lot of things. But that was not one of them.
He did let go of Carlee. And though it had been a long, painful process, George's heart no longer ached for her. He no longer dreamed of a reunion. Even now, looking at those pictures, he didn't miss his ex-wife, so much as he missed having a partner.
Y/N suddenly flooded his thoughts, and he couldn't hold back the smile that spread across his face. Everything about that woman sent him flying over the moon. The way she always lit up whenever he and Mira came into the store. The way her hand would brush his when she showed them the newest books. The way she would always make a point to stop and chat with him whenever they saw each other on the street.
And her laughter.
He knew all her laughs. From her delighted giggles when reading to Mira, to her unrestrained belly-laughs when he told her one of his stupid jokes, to the occasional snort that sent an adorable bright pink blush blossoming across her cheeks.
Dear Merlin, he could so easily fall head-over-heels in love with her.
If he wasn't already...
George's heart clenched painfully, and his knees wobbled beneath him. For a moment, he couldn't breathe. He couldn't think. How could his stupid heart go off and fall in love without him noticing? He wasn't ready. Not yet. What if he and Y/N got together and it didn't work out? No one needed to tell him that love doesn't always last forever. He'd experienced it firsthand.
Even so, he was tired of being alone and lonely. Mira helped. Of course she did. But she could never fill the gaping hole in his heart that yearned for the love of a partner. Despite what he told himself, George so desperately to be happy and in love again. And he had no doubt that he and Y/N would be happy together.
But for how long?
That was the question.
Two years? Five years? Ten? Twenty? His parents' neighbors, once regarded as "perfect for each other," recently divorced after 21 years and three kids.
George collapsed back onto the bed, suddenly bone-weary and soul-sick. The future terrified him. Too many possibilities. Too many what-ifs. It damn near destroyed him when he and Carlee split. Another heartbreak like that might end him once and for all.
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Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, A2 part 20
Synopsis: It’s been over a year since we were brought under Alastor’s watchful eye. We’ve unlocked our Demonic powers, discovered our own talents, and began building the Safe Haven with Charlie and co. Alastor seems increasingly interested in the power we hold as one and intends to use it properly.
Previous part
Part 20: fixing
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Reagan and I were alone on the shore. We had spent time alone recovering, physically and mentally, before agreeing to talk. She sat on one of the smooth boulders while I stood in the water, claws sinking in the sand in an effort to help ground myself. I was still buzzing from the skirmish.
"Why didn't you tell me about the blood thing?" she asked after several minutes of silence.
"I didn't want to scare you," I admitted. I was in my Demon form, per her request. She wanted to talk to 'the real me'.
"I'm not fourteen anymore."
"But you liked me. We were close because I wasn't like the 'other Demons'." I pulled my feet out of the sand to allow them to sink again. My tail moved through the water like a fish.
"I thought we told each other everything."
I looked over my shoulder at her. She was a friend and a daughter to me. I was amazed that we had even reached the point we had in less than four years. I was destroying it now. "I'm still trying to be comfortable with the nature of who I am."
We fell silent. She pulled her legs up to wrap her arms around them. The sun was warm and the Fall wind mixed with the ocean breeze. I had yet to actually be warm since...well, everything.
"What did he say to you?" I asked.
"A bunch of random crap."
"Like what?" I pressed, my back still to her.
"Like how Demons always see themselves as more powerful than Humans. That without Humans they would still just be spirits. And that they were the reason I don't know my real parents."
"You don't know them because you're a child of the ring fights," I answered a little too harshly. I quickly dropped it to something more lighter. "Something that Humans and Demons both do."
"I know that."
More silence hung overhead. I took a step further into the water so it reached my shins.
"Why did you call for me?"
"What do you mean?"
I turned around to face her finally. "Why did you call for me? I'm sure he was going to take you with him to wherever those other pure Humans are. So why call for me? Why did you want to come back?"
She didn't answer right away, casting her eyes down at the sand and face still hidden behind her knees. She looked like her fourteen-year-old self who I first met.
"Because I care about you," she admitted, "and because...you aren't...like other Demons." She put her legs down so she was sitting cross legged. "And because I know you care about the haven just as much as I do."
I stepped out of the water and walked over to her. She was at my head level while sitting on the rock. "I'm sorry. For not telling you the truth about myself." I gently placed my hand on top of hers and she flipped it over to hold it. "Thank you for trusting me."
She let out a sigh as I wrapped my arm around her back in an embrace. "No more secrets? Please?"
"No more secrets." I squeezed her once then let go to look at her. "I suppose this is a good time, then, to clear the air and tell the rest of my secrets. I'm uh...I'm not just a Demon. I'm half Angel, too."
She just kinda looked at me, eyes unblinking and body very still. Then she let out a loud, "What!?"
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Alastor returned later that night in the pouring rain. I was in the living room reading, waiting for him to come back. His shadow sneaked up the stairs into his room where I heard his footsteps walking around. I let out a sigh and put the book I was reading on the side table.
I felt my nerves prickle down my back as I climbed the stairs and came to stand in front of his door. I could hear him pacing, the slight creak of the floor being the only hint. Red seeped out from under the door as I knocked gently on it. There was a moment of silence. Then he opened it. 
A wave of cedar and smoke reached my nose and warmth spilled out of his room into the cold hallway. His towering form blocked the light coming from behind and his red eyes locked with mine. I felt an odd spike of fear and excitement.
"You should be asleep," he said. His face looked like his usual smile but his eyes weren't as sharp. His smile actually looked fake. I noticed his monocle was missing, too.
"Is he dead?" I asked.
He let out a sigh through his smile and averted his eyes. "I'm afraid I failed to find him. Lucifer will send a message to the Overlords to make him their top priority." I nodded my head softly and looked down at my claws, tapping the edges together perfectly. "Was there something you wished to speak to me about?" he prompted.
"Well...yes." I glanced up to see his eyes were back on me. I put one foot claw on top of the other. I had spent the entire day thinking about how I wanted to word it yet failed almost immediately. "I um...thank you for today."
A breath of silence. "Perhaps you should withhold it."
"Why?" I tilted my head back to look at him fully.
"In order to find you, I had to violate our deals. Lucifer undid it so I could reach you through your mind."
My mouth hung open. That strange feeling of something being unwound when I was trapped had been our deals. I had no idea that Lucifer could undo a deal like that. Then again, he was the King of Hell.
I dropped my gaze back to my claws. "I'm glad you did. I don't know how I would've gotten out. I'm sorry."
"What for?"
I shifted uncomfortably. "It seems you always have to save me. I'm sure it's annoying."
"You saved me today."
My head snapped up. "What?"
"I have relied on my magic for centuries and when it was striped from me, I had next to nothing to defend myself. You, however, tapped into your own skills and saved us both from that situation. So I believe you also deserve a thank you."
My mouth moved but nothing came out of it. He has never said anything like that before, let alone even say thank you to anyone. I felt warmth creep into my chest and up to my cheeks. I felt the urge to run back to my room, to safety, but I didn't want to leave his presence. I didn't want his attention to be anywhere but on me.
His teeth had disappeared to allow a gentle smile on his face. "I will be awake for some time," he started, "perhaps you'd like to accompany me?" He stepped to the side and motioned into his room. His room. I finally had a full view of what it looked like.
On one side was a warm fireplace adjacent to a large window. A table and set of chairs sat in the corner in between them. On the other side of the room that he was partially blocking, I saw a massive bed with red curtains on the edges. A desk was immediately next to it, covered in a mess of papers and books.
Fear prickled in the back of my throat. He must've caught on because he turned on the radio sitting on the mantle to a soft melody and manifested my book on the table. I regretted wanting his attention but didn't dare pass up an opportunity of him being this kind, this open, with me. So I forced my feet to unstick from the floor and walk into the room.
It was warm, almost too warm, and the air felt strangely heavy. The smell of smoke was stronger here but I saw no evidence of a cigarette or anything like it. I watched him walk over to his desk to retrieve a handful of papers and a single book. I sat on one of the chairs and opened my own book, my fingers struggling to fiddle through the pages. I rubbed one of my sweaty palms on my pant leg under the table.
He sat in the other chair, legs crossed, and laid out the papers and book. He reached into his pocket to withdraw a pair of glasses. My mouth dropped open and he smiled at me with his teeth. "I seem to keep surprising you."
"I've never seen you with glasses."
"You've seen me with my monocle." He let the glasses fall lower on his nose so he could look down at the papers.
"That's different."
He let out a soft, deep chuckle. "I suppose." He was writing something on the papers. He looked like he was copying something from the book but I couldn't tell what it was or where it was from. He noticed my staring and I tried to avert my eyes back to my own book. He continued to stare up at me past the rim of his glasses, sending a funny feeling in my stomach.
I finally gave a terse, "What?"
"You're allowed to ask me questions."
"I was just observing. That's all."
His toothless smile reached further up his face. "I've had a love for history since I was a child. Once the Great Collapse started to happen, I began collecting important books or copying them. You'll find most of the books in my office are all history books from before the collapse."
"What exactly are you writing?"
"An abstract version of the book. It helps to solidify the information in my memory and allows me to return the book when I'm done reading it. I think it important for the few libraries we have to keep as many books as possible. Perhaps it'll help society to avoid another Great Collapse."
I wanted to ask when he was born but the question fell silent as he began to write again. I pretended to read but my eyes frequently went back up to watch him. I wasn't used to seeing him so...calm? Still? Normal? The longer I looked, the more relaxed I grew. I noticed Alcine and Alastor's shadow staring at each other on the wall, neither moving very much at all. It wasn't an aggressive stance, as if they too were simply observing each other.
After some time and a few songs later, Alastor began to hum along to the radio. The sound made my ears perk up instantly. I ignored the words on my page as I focused solely on him. He reached up and hooked a red claw on his bowtie. He placed it on the table and let the tail hang off the edge. His eye caught me looking and I pretended to be looking around at his room instead.
I shifted in the chair and brought my foot up to slid it underneath my other leg. I leaned on the armchair and pretended to flip the page. Had our chairs always been this close? I could easily touch his sleeve if I wanted to, but my better judgement prevented that.
After the first two songs, I found myself quickly growing tired. My head began to nod forward as the words on the page began to blur. I was reading the same sentence over and over again. My back was hurting from sitting up for so long but I didn't want to leave. Not yet.
Eventually, I fell asleep completely. The book slide out of my hands and into my lap. My dream felt warm, soft, and safe. I could hear him humming still and it felt like a blanket was being draped over my body. A soft smile tugged at my lips.
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Author's Note:
We've got a few sweet chapters ahead so if y'all have any ideas or requests, now would be a good time to send them ;)
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Heyo! Anyone want some Lin Fanart? :D
Here you go!
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I'd like to think this is right after Suyin hurt her and Lin may or may be blinded 👀💧
I'm not exactly good with expressions but I wanted to show Lin in both pain but also the anger and hate in her eyes.
All art belongs to me. If reposted plz credit!
Accidentally written a little one shot that's horrible. I meant to take a nap but just sat in my living room typing this and munching on food!
Enjoy- tho I doubt it'll be good 💀
Suyin would undoubtedly be upset she hurt her sister, but wouldn't be prepared to see this expression. An expression she's never seen on Lin before and is possibly ingrained in her mind forever.
Suyin would go to help Lin but Lin would refuse to let Suyin any closer and literally build a wall preventing Suyin from getting close.
Toph shows up and asking what happened, comforts Suyin upon feeling the little ones erratic heart beating all before Suyin tells her mother she's sorry and that Lin's hurt.
Toph goes to see what happens and all she hears is Lin barking at the healer to just do what they can and a slam of a door closing. Toph could sense something is wrong with Lin and can tell she'd faint at any moment if she don't step in only for Lin to hold her hand up at her mother and tells her, "Not now."
Before Toph could say anything Lin tosses her metal coils down on the ground and telling Toph that they'd need to be upgraded and that it's best for everyone in the facility to get them reworked.
Lin's face begins to swell up, the blood is trickling onto the ground and the healer helplessly following Lin around as she's barking orders but is starting to sway and almost faint.
Toph ends up freezing Lin in her place with her metal armor just to help the poor healer out and demands Lin to tell her what happened.
Lin straining too much and only just begins to fall to her knees as she can't fight against her mother in the state she's in, her heart aches, her face feels in agony and she feels ready to fall asleep.
The next thing she knows, she wakes up in a dimly lit room. She could smell the incense and the sandal wood and the light smell of spring in the air. She could hear yelling down the hallway between her aunt and mother, Suyin screaming that it was Lin's fault and of course the numbing pain on Lin's face.
She knew what happened and knew how bad the wound was. She didn't need a healer to tell her how bad the wound was because she felt it, could already sense her other senses strengthening.
With a sigh the metalbender slowly turned her head which made the blood in her head pump and practically caused her brain to ache as she tried to look out the window.
It took too long for Lin to focus and could see the sun had set a bit ago. She'd sit up and leave if she could but just the thought of it hurt Lin's head and she didn't want to go through that pain.
"We don't arrest family!!"
"And look what happened! Agni Toph, Lin got hurt and Suyin's in shambles! I'm not asking you to arrest Suyin I'm just asking you to help her. Ground her! She needs a mother Toph, not an absent one!"
"If I need any advice from you I'd ask! It's just a scratch, Beifong's don't get hurt!-"
"Mom?-"
"-And what do you know about raising kids Sugar Queen? Your two oldest couldn't wait to leave you and where are they now?!"
"-Aunt Katara?-"
"-That's not fair and you know it! They're grown up! Let them do as they and ex- you know what? Forget it! Since you're blind to see what's in front of you I'll tell you! Lin hates you and you don't know why! You're so concerned about your job, about your name, about your position, about metalbending that you forgot what's important!"
"And what's so important huh?!"
"That Lin is important too!"
The silence is what stung Lin the most. Maybe it was the hesitance or maybe the fact that her mother took a whole 10 seconds to finally respond. It was enough for Lin to realize her mother never saw Lin on any level of importance in a very long time.
"So what. She's a big girl, she doesn't need me. She didn't need me when she started tying her shoes, she don't need me now."
Lin sighed felt tears prickle in her eye before quietly crawling out of bed and out the window. She made her way down to the beach and sat down mauling over her aunt and mother's words.
Maybe her mother was right. Maybe Lin was the first to start pushing everyone away. Maybe she forgot what family was. It would make sense why her mother and younger sister were close and how she wasn't. Maybe Lin stopped being apart of the family once she realized she was nowhere near the same as them. When she was the one ruining their fun and becoming a "party pooper."
And even if that was true, even if it were very much apparent, it didn't hurt any less. People used to tell her how much her mother and her were alike. Nicknaming her Little Toph or Tiny Beifong. That she was going to be just like her mother and become a great metalbender.
She thought that since she looked like her mother, became an officer like her mother, bent the same stones as her mother, that she and her would share a bond. A bond that no one would understand but them.
It hurt her once Suyin was born, it was like Toph and her clicked right away and suddenly Lin wasn't Little Toph anymore. She became Miss cranky pants or miss you're-not-Suyin's-mom. She was no longer little Chief but an annoyance to her and her mother. A nag that ruined the fun.
The more people saw Suyin and Toph together the more they said Suyin was exactly like her. Rough, abrasive, strong, stubborn and a powerful metalbender.
A metalbender. Lin just realized why her mother favored Suyin over her. It was because Suyin was a great metalbender. Maybe that's why she loved Suyin more than her.
Lin ran her fingers through the coarse sand and stared up at the moon. Was she always this different? Was she ever in the spotlight to begin with? Lin didn't know but she knew she'd have to accept that she'll never be good enough. Even as she thought these things, Toph was probably taking care of Suyin because she was upset.
Maybe one day Lin would be a true Beifong and everything will be fixed. One day where she was just liked her mother and sister and they could be happy. One day where she didn't become a buzz kill.
Maybe one day she'll be a great metalbender that was worth her mother's time. She just hoped it was soon rather than later. She didn't want to be the only one left behind.
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Transmasc Swag Polls- PRELIMINARIES
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Propaganda and other info under the cut. Michael Afton art by @askerror87
Why are these characters in the prelims?
It's genuinely up for debate whether these are the same man or not. In my personal opinion, they are reflections of each other and this is backed up with the FNaF movie taking elements of both the games (where Michael Afton is the protagonist) and the books (where Michael Afton arguably doesn't exist). I will be upfront and say I would like to have both in the actual polls if possible. However, it didn't sit right with me to run these two in the same poll without having a second pass for this.
Canonicity Levels-
Because I Said So
Media?
FNaF series
Mike Schmidt Propaganda-
My transmasc friend (with abundant amounts of tboy swag) was trying to figure out what charmed him about Michael in the fnaf movie until he finally had a lightbulb moment and yelled “OH HES A TRANS BOY. HE JUST. HE JUST LOOKS LIKE A TBOY”. I trust his judgement. Takes one to know one. Also just looking at how Mike dressed in the movie I just know he had several disphoria hoodies ready to go. His power is being sad and trying his best to be a good older brother. Give him a medal.
Michael Afton Propaganda-
"you cant just have an irreversible process happen to you that makes you see yourself as some sort of monster without being a trans allegory sorry"
Pollrunner: His entire life and arguably most defining touch on the whole series is cast in the shadow of his father. The actor who voiced him in the like seven lines he has in the games intentionally chose to make Michael's voice quieter and softer and lacking William Afton's signature hard rasp. It's implied and a personal headcanon that the character Old Man Consequences, one of the kindest and most straightforward characters in FNaF and the few who cannot and does not actually kill the player, is actually Michael. Canonically according to the logbooks he's a wonderful artist, a complete snarky bitch when he's nervous and he stims. He has just enough characterization to have concrete facts about but is largely a mystery to us and I think that's pretty swaggy.
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the-final-sif · 2 days
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In a period where we are seeing increasing levels of bad faith takes, particularly from right wing assholes/terfs/nazis/etc, I think it's time that people on the left learn about eating the red card. The best example I've heard of shrugging off fake power structures.
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Mike: Sure.
Dan: Mhm. So did you say any of those things by the way?
Mike: Nope. I didn't say any of that.
Jordan: Maybe next time.
Dan: Interesting.
Mike: Maybe next time. [crosstalk with Jordan], maybe cnn can invite me on and give me a shot-
Jordan [crosstalk with Mike]: Next time you're on CNN, give it a try.
Mike: I will say all those things, but that won't matter because I'll just have not said something else.
Jordan: No it won't.
Dan: Yeah. Go on and say, just do a satanic ritual on air and see- see how he plays that one.
Jordan: That's where I feel like we're like we're at-
Dan: He'll probably ignore it.
Jordan: I feel like we're all in eat the red card territory. You know, like if somebody says, "Oh, you, you're, you lied about this." Just be like, yeah, you're fucking right. I did. And I'll do it to your face and your mom's face! Fuck you!
Dan: Is that, is that a reference to my story?
Jordan: Yeah.
Dan: Okay. I didn't know if that-
Jordan: That resonated with me.
Dan: I didn't know if that was like vernacular-
Jordan: No, no, for me-
Dan: Wow.
Jordan: Yeah, that story is stuck with me forever.
Dan: That's pretty sweet.
Jordan: I love that story.
Dan: So Mike, I'll give you the short version of this.
Mike: Okay.
Jordan: When I was a kid, my parents only let us play soccer because the other games were like, I don't know, not European enough or something.
Mike: Oh, sure, okay.
Dan: We, we would play and on my brother's team, there was this guy who was kind of a bad-ass. And so in one game, he got a yellow card and he ate it.
Mike: Wow.
Dan: And so immediately the ref pulled out a red card, gave it to him, and he ate that too.
Mike:: Yeah.
Jordan: Like- what do you- See, I feel like that's just such a great story of like, what did you think was going to happen? You thought that you would exercise your real authority finally. And the truth is you have none because I'm going to eat this red fucking card and then walk away. You're nothing to me. Yeah.
Dan: So that, in sort of the metaphor, that is doing a satanic ritual on CNN.
Jordan: Yeah, totally. Absolutely. Yeah!
Jordan: Oh, they say he does satanic rituals. Fucking- let's see if I can do one! If you think satanic rituals are real and you believe that I do them,then should I do one on TV? It should work.
Mike: Yep.
Jordan: So eat the red card, man!
Dan: Don't do that.
Jordan: See if you can summon a demon.
Dan: Mike, don't do this.
Jordan: Summon a demon, Mike. Mike summon a demon.
Dan: There's an angel in a, uh, pride, uh, devil month on your shoulder.
Mike: Pride demon month- gotta go out in my pride demon month shirt?
Jordan: Angel month isn't until August. You've still got a couple of days.
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circeyoru · 1 day
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I have a question about the reader's powers... How far do your powers as a writer/creator go... How are they being trained now and with that their power? Maybe it's increasing, Maybe the reader has unintentionally brought to life an anime character they're watching at the moment... How can you imagine the reader trying to make a doll or a plush of an anime character, and without wanting to bring the character alive in the in front of you... And what would this character be like, would he be aware of what he is? Would they be another slave to the reader, where he would do everything they asked? And most importantly, who would be the first fictional character that the reader would accidentally bring to life... Like our yandere! Would Alastor react? Many, many questions...
Go to MASTERLIST for the works. This ask is for {Unwanted Souls}.
If you have yet to read Reader's/your demon design, give it a read.
Okay~ This is a talk on your powers. Oh boy.
How far do your powers go? At the moment, you have created objects, as far as the story has mentioned. I remember before someone asking about you creating Cursed Cat Alastor as well and the answer was a 100% no cause you would have needed to dissect it beforehand to understand the mechanism before the conjuration. Else it just ends up zapping a lot of your energy. If it's something like food or drinks, you must know at least the ingredients and what they look, taste, and smell before conjuring it.
Similar to objects, the food you conjure would have the same properties to how you envision it or have experienced before. If happen to have a negative view of it, like it was too sweet when it was just right in reality, the conjured product will be your degree of 'too sweet' instead what it was in the first place.
So your limit is on living creature conjuration and what limited energy you have. Not to mention your creativity and knowledge. (now that you upgraded to no longer needing pen and paper)
Now, if you did read the demon design, you'll notice that some abilities and powers were listed and explained but were never mentioned in the story anywhere. It's cause you don't use it anymore after leaving Lucifer's service. And Lucifer has mentioned before, you are OP (overpowered).
How are you being trained now? The training's done. It only lasted a while, during which Lucifer suggested you do something new since you were back to being lazy again. I wouldn't call it 'training' since Lucifer didn't actually help directly like teaching and stuff because he doesn't know what or how to help, it was all you trial and error repeatedly until something works. All Lucifer did was create a safe space for you to do it all.
There's no more training for you now. You're merely trying out new ways of using your powers cause you are coming out into the opening more and more. Trial and error. Like that.
Maybe unintentionally brought to life an anime character? Yeah, no, yeahhh nooo... As I mentioned in this ask and before in other trivias, you cannot conjure living beings. Especially ones in anime. To conjure a living person, you need a lot of information. Just think of your irl self. From birth to now, can you say that everything was set to a point or that you know everything about yourself? I don't mean consciousness, I also mean the unconscious self. Do you know your deep desires? Not really, if you do then wow!
Back to Pager!you. You can't and don't have that type of information, and if you try to summon a being like that, it will turn against you because it is its own being. There's no 'pre-programmed loyalty' towards you. The first thing they will do, assuming that they are successfully conjured, will be to destroy you, then themselves. They know they aren't meant to exist, and to be 'born' by someone's power is just another level. It's like you're playing god.
Not to mention, you're using your own life to give to that creation. Conjuring objects takes your energy. Conjuring living beings will take your lifeforce and the longer they're here, the weaker you get.
No matter how desperate you are for company, you won't do that for any reason or situation. On purpose or on accident.
(1) You don't have that ability to (knowledge, information, creativity, and power levels)
(2) Doesn't sit right with you to do that
and (3) You have Alastor. Do I need to say more?
*If you do conjure one and it doesn't kill you first, Alastor will. A perfect creation by you? That just sounds like replacement and he won't stand for it. Yup, time to destroy a worthless doll.
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His music
IMO: Carmy is a totally focus music guy, even classic and jazz. Mostly instrumental, maybe fully instrumental, even. Ambient music. He’s a weirdo who can totally pass for a hipster, musically speaking.
He doesn't go with the flow, he doesn't GAF about what's hot right now, he didn't stick to the music he grew up listening to. He listens to music that helps him relax or maintain the hyperfocus he has no trouble achieving when cooking. In other words, remain in "the zone" as long as possible.
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He doesn't wanna have fun with music, he doesn't care about what's hot right now, or who's trendy. He's a machine and listens to music that helps him maintain that high level of overachievement he's used to. He knows who Queen B is, for instance, but he couldn't even sing along any of her songs. Now, trance music, deep focus music, he knows all about that... ask him and he'll tell you, otherwise he will never bring up the subject because he doesn't "talk" about music or necessarily enjoy it, it's not entertainment for him, it's a necessary tool for him, another resource that serves his purpose and his purpose has nothing to do with amusement and enjoyment.
Not to mention his psychological profile, his baseline - which only reinforces this.
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Now this may change moving forward, sure. And it'd be soooo interesting to see his evolution also through how his musical taste changes (I think Sydney will play a role in that musical evolution, actually because she's all about the opposite: Multifocus, she's totally in sync with what's hot right now in the music industry and listens to a whole variety of genres and artists, which I think will rub onto him eventually). However, as of right now, he's a focus-jazz-trance-study-instrumental music kinda guy.
You don’t get this level of alienation listening to Billboard’s top 10.
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And I also think that after Michael's passing, it pains him to listen to music that might remind him of him, which would be things like rock and pop and stuff Richie would listen to. Carmy would probably listen to that every blue moon only for a little while, even enjoy it for a moment, till the pain becomes unbearable and then he'd be back to his own music, his safe music.
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inkskinned · 1 year
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the thing is there's like, a point of oversaturation for everything, and it's why so many things get dropped after a few minutes. and we act like millennials or gen z kids "have short attention spans" but... that's not quite it. it's more like - we did like it. you just ruined it.
capitalism sees product A having moderate success, and then everything has to come out with their "own version" of product A (which is often exactly the same). and they dump extreme amounts of money and environmental waste into each horrible simulacrum they trot out each season.
now it's not just tiktokkers making videos; it's that instagram and even fucking tumblr both think you want live feeds and video-first programming. and it helps them, because videos are easier to sneak native ads into. the books coming out all have to have 78 buzzwords in them for SEO, or otherwise they don't get published. they are making a live-action remake of moana. i haven't googled it, but there's probably another marvel or starwars something coming out, no matter when you're reading this post.
and we are like "hi, this clone of project A completely misses the point of the original. it is soulless and colorless and miserable." and the company nods and says "yes totally. here is a different clone, but special." and we look at clone 2 and we say "nope, this one is still flat and bad, y'all" and they're like "no, totally, we hear you," and then they make another clone but this time it's, like, a joyless prequel. and by the time they've successfully rolled out "clone 89", the market is incredibly oversaturated, and the consumer is blamed because the company isn't turning a profit.
and like - take even something digital like the tumblr "live streaming" function i just mentioned. that has to take up server space and some amount of carbon footprint; just so this brokenass blue hellsite can roll out a feature that literally none of its userbase actually wants. the thing that's the kicker here: even something that doesn't have a physical production plant still impacts the environment.
and it all just feels like it's rolling out of control because like, you watch companies pour hundreds of thousands of dollars into a remake of a remake of something nobody wants anymore and you're like, not able to afford eggs anymore. and you tell the company that really what you want is a good story about survival and they say "okay so you mean a YA white protagonist has some kind of 'spicy' love triangle" and you're like - hey man i think you're misunderstanding the point of storytelling but they've already printed 76 versions of "city of blood and magic" and "queen of diamond rule" and spent literally millions of dollars on the movie "Candy Crush Killer: Coming to Eat You".
it's like being stuck in a room with a clown that keeps telling the same joke over and over but it's worse every time. and that would be fine but he keeps fucking charging you 6.99. and you keep being like "no, i know it made me laugh the first time, but that's because it was different and new" and the clown is just aggressively sitting there saying "well! plenty of people like my jokes! the reason you're bored of this is because maybe there's something wrong with you!"
#this was much longer i had to cut it down for legibility#but i do want to say i am aware this post doesnt touch on human rights violations as a result of fast fashion#that is because it deserves its own post with a completely different tone#i am an environmental educator#so that's what i know the most about. it wouldn't be appropriate of me to mention off-hand the real and legitimate suffering#that people are going through#without doing my research and providing real ways to help#this is a vent post about a thing i'm watching happen; not a call to action. it would be INCREDIBLY demeaning#to all those affected by the fast fashion industry to pretend that a post like this could speak to their suffering#unfortunately one of the horrible things about latestage capitalism as an activist is that SO many things are linked to this#and i WANT to talk about all of them but it would be a book in its own right. in fact there ARE books about each level of this#and i encourage you to seek them out and read them!!! i am not an expert on that i am just a person on tumblr doing my favorite activity#(complaining)#and it's like - this is the individual versus the industry problem again right because im blaming myself#for being an expert on environmental disaster (which is fucking important) but not knowing EVERYTHING about fast fashion#i'm blaming myself for not covering the many layers of this incredibly complicated problem im pointing out#rather than being like. yeah so actually the fault here lies with the billion dollar industries actually.#my failure to be able to condense an incredibly immense problem that is BOOK-LENGTH into a single text post that i post for free#is not in ANY fucking way the same amount of harm as. you know. the ACTUAL COMPANIES doing this ACTUAL THING for ACTUAL MONEY.#anyway im gonna go donate money while i'm thinking about it. maybe you can too. we can both just agree - well i fuckin tried didn't i#which is more than their CEOs can say
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penandinkprincess · 1 year
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okay but fae!jask who is summon-able with the right name, which geralt uses fairly regularly to try and minimize the amount of trouble he can get in because it makes jaskier pop up right back by his side like a fae toddler leash
jask about to sneak off with the barmaid when her husband is right there? nope, back you get right by geralt’s side 
trying to wander when geralt’s checking out the scene to get an understanding of what’s going on? like being pulled by a magical shepherd’s crook right back where you should be, bard 
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hyachrome · 21 days
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bear with me for a second: In Chapter 3 of Chainsaw Man, Makima states that Aki has been in Public Safety for 2 years. In Himeno's flashback, he states he is underage. So we can infer he is around 19 at most (not a tragedy I will unpack rn. later)
my point is; what type of frightening shit did this kid pull in order to go from a fuckass villager to Makima's "most trusted" underhand in two years.
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asteria-argo · 1 month
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correct me if I'm wrong but I was just thinking about the roykeeley in season two of it all, and that fight where Keeley loses it at Roy for being clingy because she can't handle how close they are now that they work in the same building but like,,, Keeley and Roy would have been working in the same building while dating for a good chunk of season one as well.
She started working at Nelson Road before Jamie was even sent back to Manchester. They would of had months working in the same building, so either Roy has always been that clingy and Keeley just didn't mind at first, which I found doubtful given that it only takes her like a week to blow up at him for it in season two, or Roy being clingy is an out of character thing for him to be doing that should've raised some kind of red flag to friends and loved ones that I feel like from what we know about Keeley as a character would've been treated with more empathy than she actually had in the show.
#i'm going off of memory so this might not be anything#but wasn't one of her complaints that he sat quietly in her office reading when they were on break?#girl how is that being clingy and not just regular levels of wanting to spend time with your partner?#I stand by that Roy wasn't in the wrong for that#I actually stand by Roy not being in the wrong for MOST of his relationship with Keeley#I don't even think he was wrong for breaking up with her#I will not ever view breaking off a relationship you aren't happy in as selfish#and I don't care how much the show tries to make me view him as selfish for it or like he threw something good away#no he didn't#just because Keeley was hurt by being broken up with (understandable reaction) does not mean Roy did the wrong thing by breaking up with he#he looked at the way their relationship was going and saw that he wouldn't be happy if he stayed so he left#and the show tried to frame that as a bad thing#“maybe i should've just stuck around and enjoyed it”#no sir that's not how these things work#staying in a failing relationship just because you don't want to be alone isn't healthy you did the right thing#your career and your love life aren't metaphors for each other#and let me be clear Roy and Keeley were 100% a failing relationship right from the start of season 2 with the fight that inspired this post#keeley's feelings about the breakup aren't more valid then Roy's just because she's the hurt party#and they clearly broke up amicably if Keeley is willing to sit down and tell Phoebe about it with him#she wasn't jilted or wronged in any way and the show framing it like that grinds my fucking gears
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asteralien · 13 days
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not to be like “i miss college” even though i do but mostly i think i miss being smart. before depression and life events had chewed up and partially swallowed my brain. just getting to problem solve and think, being Very Into something as the norm. i know being an english major is basically the easiest thing you can be at the undergrad level but i do feel like that was the one and only time in my life where my natural state was actually a pro instead of a con. i graduated with the highest honors and absolutely no one cared but i cared
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