#bees are actually superior to everything

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everything abt this is outdated but ykw. tag yourself anyway, i’m jean and fred

text ID under cut:

mom jeans (jean): 1) leader but not by choice 2) never forgets a birthday 3) gets away with things due to her reputation

mom jeans (jean): 1) leader but not by choice 2) never forgets a birthday 3) gets away with things due to her reputation

fuzzy elf (kurt): 1) tries to be hip with the kids (is a kid) 2) honorary catboy 3) fingerguns his way out of situations

:3 (kitty): 1) impulsive shopper 2) livetweets everything 3) says ‘omg’ and ‘ttyl’ outloud 4) bakes muffins for her friends! they are inedible!

skater boi (evan): 1) cool guy syndrome 😎 (undiagnosed adhd) 2) steals food off his friends' plates 3) PARKOUR!

e-girl blueprint (rogue): 1) hopeless romantic 2) only child AND middle child energy 3) knows the best thrifting spots

“””team leader””” (lance): 1) tries a lot, fails a lot 2) anger is default emotion 3) probably named his car betty or smth

actual team leader (pietro). 1) cool guy syndrome 😎 (unmedicated adhd) 2) causes problems on purpose 3) motivated by attention

toad (todd): 1) thinks he's just soo funny. well, he is. 2) hasn't showered in a month 3) stays out of drama but Will grab the popcorn

bombshell blonde (tabitha): 1) self-loathing vs superiority complex: fight! 2) flirts with friends 3) parties to avoid being alone with her thoughts

scarlet bitch (wanda): 1) hates authority figures 2) cuts her own hair. and clothes. 3) in a constant state of overstimulation 4) deserves to snap tbh

hey it’s (fred)!: 1) cries easily 2) would literally murder for friends 3) treats plushies like living creatures

professor clean (xavier): 1) “hello el gee bee tee que community" 2) adopts every child he sees 3) knows everything and yet nothing at all

grrrr (logan): 1) that sounds like a you problem." 2) acts like he hates kids but tacks their drawings to the fridge 3) believes that violence is the answer

weather report (ororo): 1) everyone's bisexual awakening 2) has high expectations for everyone, including herself 3) live laugh love 😊😊😊 or else

mr beast but like actually (hank): 1) god, i could really use a drink." *makes chamomile tea* 2) longs to be a smooth rock basking in the sun 3) gives unwarranted life lessons

another blue one (mystique): 1) #girlboss 2) “gay rights but only for me" 3) loves her son but will dropkick other children

magnum dong (magneto): 1) heterophobic 2) "you have the moral backbone of a chocolate eclair" 3) does not love his son AND will dropkick other children

#this is a good couple yrs old but it still makes me rly happy #you can see how much i tried to push myself out of my comfort zone #x-men #x-men evolution #scott summers #jean grey #kurt wagner #nightcrawler #kitty pryde #evan daniels #rogue #lance alvers #pietro maximoff #quicksilver #todd tolansky #tabitha smith #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #fred dukes #charles xavier #professor x #wolverine #ororo munroe #hank mccoy #mystique #erik lehnsherr #magneto #marvel #described #dandoodles

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Violent Delights (Daemon Targaryen x Reader)

Summary: As a dornish princess, you live by one saying. All is fair in love and war. When Prince Daemon stumbles into your life, you start to reconsider your stance.

Warnings: Fluff. Pining, yearning, childhood crush. Mentions of sex, sexual thoughts, noncon (Baby reader catching Daemon in the act, it doesn't last long, adults intervene) all the usual Daemon warnings.

A/N: Meet dornish reader! I wanted to explore how Daemon can be in character and be with an actual age appropriate woman. Enjoy.

The first time you see Daemon Targaryen, you are twelve years old. Twelve years old and fascinated by the rain. It’s not something you usually see in Dorne, so as you trail your older brother around the Red Keep, you slip away to get a closer look.

You have never been good at orientating yourself, specially in such large spaces. You climb a stair and go in circles, before you decide to start opening doors. Unsure of which wing you are in, you decide to enter the first empty room you see.

Much to your delight, it is a sitting room with large windows. You choose the biggest one, underneath which a tiny windowsill will do quite nicely for a resting place. The window is heavy to your child self, a monstrosity made of a darker wood unseen in Dorne. You manage to pry it open with great effort and sit by it, one hand extended to feel the raindrops.

It's freezing. It feels just like running water does, but much colder. You close your eyes, committing the feeling to memory. In Dorne, desert and sand extends for miles and miles. When it rains, it's never like this. There are small drizzles, but nothing like this absolute downpour.

If it were to rain like this back home, panic would spread among the population. Crops would get ruined, houses would end up sunk in mud. But as you look down, you do not see hurried servants spreading sand or sawwood in the entrances, much less dragging furniture inside. Everything here seems to be built to withstand the climate.

You close your eyes again, feeling utterly at peace. The soft patter of the rain, so frightening at first, now feels much more calming. This is nice. You could get used to this, you think. Perhaps, when you are older, Qoren might marry you off to a kingdom where there is rain. You would like it, you think. It's a very marvelous thing. Majestic, even. There is a certain beauty in the natural forces making themselves known.

The door opens. You startle. When you look up, you are greeted by the sight of a couple kissing passionately. It’s a blonde man, tall and handsome, and a serving girl. Frozen in place, you stay quiet. You aren’t sure what the protocol is for this, if you should clear your throat or walk out quietly.

The couple parts. The man, young, around her age, pushes the woman down to her knees and starts undoing his clothing. He is a noble of some sort, you know it by the gambeson he wears. It's too finely crafted to be otherwise.

And sure, you are dornish. Someone has given you the talk about the birds and the bees already, along with some necessary knowledge of the feminine mystique. It doesn't mean you want to witness an unknown couple going at it.

As you get down from the windowsill, your shoes thud a little too hard on the floor. The woman doesn’t take notice, her mouth already… Well. But the man, blonde, Targaryen blonde, you think, looks up.

At first, it is as if he doesn’t see you. His face is contorted with pleasure, eyes nearly closed. He is beautiful, you think. His features stand out to you, specially because you are not used to people being so…white. The way he is lost in his pleasure, too, speaks to you in ways you can't yet comprehend.

Then, his eyes meet yours and widen. He is surprised at your presence, but it barely lasts. Without any ounce of shame, he gives you a superior smirk and winks.

You shriek. The serving girl pulls off him as if he were on fire. The man groans.

“Shut up, little girl.” He says, to you, as he pulls the serving girl back on. “In a few years, you too will be on your knees for a man.”

“My Prince!” The girl sounds scandalized. You can tell she is on the verge of placing herself between him and you. It's all over on the way she stands, blocking your view of his nakedness. You wonder if she fears damaging your innocence or what the man might do to you in a fit of temper. You have heard these Targaryens are quite spirited. “She is a child!”

“A dornish one.” The man, the Prince, shrugs. “Now, she can either stay or get out, but I am…”

Whatever he is, he doesn’t get to say it. No, because the door opens yet again, slamming against the wall. You startle, and so does the Prince. The serving girl starts quietly weeping, something along the lines of how she is sure she is about to lose her job.

Helplessly, three pairs of eyes shift to the door. There are guards, spears at the ready, at the forefront of it. One of them even drops his weapon, before shielding his eyes.

“What in the…”

The King and your older brother step inside the room, pushing past the men. Your brother's eyes are frantic, his hands reaching desperately for you.

The Prince still has his pants down.

Your brother takes one look at you, and one look at the Prince and loudly declares:

“We are leaving.”

Safe to say, Dorne does not join the other kingdoms that day.

There are many thoughts in your head about Daemon Targaryen after that. That he is handsome, and bold, and you always smile when told of his exploits. It's not a trait you should admire, as a second daughter, but you like his rebelliousness. When he gets the moniker of the Rogue Prince, you think it fitting.

You grow, during those years. You turn into a beautiful woman, sharp and bold, flourishing in the way women do when free to pursue their interests. But in your suitors' eyes, you have one fatal flaw: You live as you please and bed exactly the number of people you desire to bed.

In Daemon's eyes, though, you are a ghost. A memory that haunts him, every once in a while. He has heard of you, of your beauty and independence. He wonders if he was the one to initiate you into the world of pleasure, if that's why you have turned into such a siren. It's not often that Daemon does, but when he wonders, he recalls the face you had made when shattering your innocence.

But you don't know that yet. The more you grow, the more you forget him, even starting to feel a mild annoyance towards his house.

“You can never trust a Martell.” Or so King Viserys said, when your brother's offer to fund his side during the war at the Stepstones reached him. But he certainly finds it convenient because he pockets the gold so fast, one might believe him a dornish lover.

While it was true that you had an unfortunate habit of deceptiveness, it was not as if you changed sides as fast as a viper shed her skin. You only do it twice a year. Every six months is the perfect time to conduct an assessment of your investments.

Because that was what it was. War was no more than profit, for you, and most of the nobles in Westeros. The only difference is that you were much more honest about it than most.

It wasn't necessarily profitable in terms of gold. No, sometimes it meant gaining lands, or getting other kingdoms to respect you, so you could retain your freedom. But regardless of what you were gaining, you tended to look at things in a rather practical way. Some things were worth the sacrifice, some weren't.

Qoren lacked a business instinct. You had told him time and time again that the Triarchy was not a good investment. You would be losing men and funds, only to stick it to the Targaryens. Grievances aside, it was not worth it. You had to think about the good of your people.

Yet no matter how much you insisted, Qoren refused to see reason. Too proud. He had argued that the Iron Throne was going to scam you, in some way or another. When he had finally conceded to jumping ships, you had found out that he might be right.

While much more profitable than your time with the Triarchy, considering that you were now about to win the war, you were pretty sure you were being robbed. The funds you gave them slipped though their fingers faster than sand. They were either very dumb and got duped every time they bought supplies, or they were inflating the costs on purpose.

The deal had been clear. You would foot one quarter of the expenses for the lasts months of the campaign. But it seemed like you were footing the whole war with how much they were asking for.

While Qoren ruled Sunspear, you had always done your best to be involved in his politics as much as you could. Having been raised with the freedom most dorsnishwomen were, you had not been eager to make a political marriage or leave your home for a land that would think you too unconventional. Instead, to guarantee not being sent away, you had endeavored to make yourself as useful as you could.

But as you grew, you had proven to be much more than so. While he had made a good marriage, with a kind woman, she had not been raised in the way that you had been. You had turned indispensable in the ruling of Sunspear, his Lady in all but the fact that you did not share his bed.

It helped that, unmarried as you were, you retained your title. And as the Princess as you were, you didn't stand for being made a fool. That fact, aided by the hot-blooded nature of the Martells, had been what had prompted you to travel by yourself to the war camp.

If the lords loyal to the Iron Throne did, why couldn't you?

Much to your surprise, when you finally arrive at the Stepstones, it seems like the war is over. You find men pillaging the caves where the Crab King kept his few riches. A few wounded lay on the floor, others already taken by the Stranger.

You step in the sand, kicking a few bodies away to make room for yourself. The whole place is a mess. There are some fires going. Some men are rounding up the enemy’s soldiers, either killing them or placing them in chains. You wrinkle your nose in disgust at the smell of blood and burned flesh.

Slowly, you start to make your way forward. You have made sure to be dressed in the bright yellows and oranges of House Martell, to avoid being confused with someone else. The heavy, male boots you are wearing contrast sharply with the daintiness of your attire.

As you make your way forward, some men try to approach you. You gesture to your guards, a second son of House Dayne and a young man by the last name of Sand, to block their paths.

“Who is that?” Some men ask, dumbly. You roll your eyes. What sort of allies were these, that they didn't recognize your standard?

“Hey, Lady, you can’t be here!” And oh, the sheer stupidity of them all. If you didn't know their lords to be much more cunning, this display might have actually led you to believe that they were, in fact, being duped time and time again instead of inflating the cost of supplies.

“… The Maiden…” Now, that one was a bit better. You looked good in your traveling dress, despite the chunky boots.

“What is she..?”

You bat them all away, set on reaching the center of the smoking ruins. You know the men you seek must be there. The faint screeches of dragons tell you that.

Your knights locate a rock for you to sit on. They stand guard, their backs turned to you. You eye the carnage around you and decide that yes, the rock is precisely where you wish to sit. It's high enough that you get a vantage point to watch the terrain, but not too tall you will need aid to get up on it.

When you sit down, carefully spreading your skirts to not let them touch the dirt, someone sits by your side. You don't need to look up to know it's who you seek. Your guards wouldn't have let him approach if he wasn't.

“Quite the entrance.” He says, casually leaving his sword on the sand. “You have grown.”

Pretending not to recognize him, you look at your nails, casually. His voice sounds exactly as you remember it.

“Do I know you?”

“More intimately than you probably wished at the time.” He laughs, and you finally risk your first glance at him. Daemon Targaryen is still in his armor, covered in so much blood he looks positively feral. His hair, in intricate little braids, is as beautiful as you remember, even if limp and tinted red. A shame he will probably have to cut it now because by the looks of it, the blood and sooth are not coming off.

You are no longer a girl of twelve years old, and he is no longer the young Prince you once caught in the act. Yet, he is still disarmingly handsome. Despite the years and the self assuredness you have managed to cultivate, he leaves you weak at the knees.

How could one say this in a polite manner? Daemon had featured in quite a few of your teenage fantasies, as you grew older. After catching him in the act, you had had an interesting conversation with Qoren. It had opened your eyes to a whole new world of pleasure.

Twelve years old was an impressionable age, especially for young maidens. You had flowered not long afterwards your first exposure to sex. Back then, you hadn't understood what you had witnessed properly, but as you grew, your imagination did too. And Dorne was not a place for the shy.

As you started to look at the world with the eyes of a woman, you had experienced your first infatuation, and it had been on him. Never before had you met a northern that was as open-minded about pleasure as Daemon was, and that fact had made you wonder what it would be like to share his bed. And then, the war at the Stepstones had reawakened your teenage urges.

“You!” You play it cool, as if you had not set up this whole thing on the odd chance of getting to see him. Dornishmen were no strangers to pleasure, after all. And you had never been good at denying yourself of anything you wanted. “The boy in the sitting room.”

“The girl at the window.” Daemon conceded, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “And here I thought I would have to lower my pants.”

You snickered. Daemon looked perplexed for a second, before snickering too. You could tell he was impressed by your lack of a reaction to his joke, probably because he had thought it would scandalize you.

The moment is cut short, though, by his own sobering up.

“You shouldn't be here, little dornish girl.”

“Oh?” You extend your legs in front of you, getting comfortable. Will he mention the elephant in the room, or will you have to?

“These men have not seen a woman in months.” Daemon answers, lightly curling his hand over the pommel of his sword. You look around you, noticing that some of the men are, in fact, staring hungrily at you. It's not something that bothers you, any longer. Despite the nickname Daemon has bestowed on you, you are no girl. Younger than him by a few years, you are more of an old maid. You were used to men's attention. As the Princess of Dorne, you had come to expect it.

“And that concerns me, how?” Because there are much more interesting matters you wish to discuss, rather than the ogling of some uncouth northerns. For one, where was your gold going. Second, what were you having for dinner. Third, if he was going to join you.

“Do I really have to explain?” Daemon arches an eyebrow. Deciding to play coy, you give him a sweet look.

“Please. Do not deprive me of the pleasure of your opinions.” And if it comes out a bit ironic, Daemon doesn't seem to notice, too entranced by the way you are twirling one of your dark curls between your fingers.

“Plenty of hungry cats.” He says, as if in a daze. Apparently, Daemon hasn't seen a woman in months either, if seducing him will be this easy. “And you are looking an awful lot like a little mouse.”

You fight the urge to snicker. You were no mouse, but a viper, and you were ready to strike. But if he fancied himself the protector, you didn't mind playing into it.

“Well, good thing you are here. Now they think this little mouse is spoken for.” You run a hand over his arm, softly. Your hands lift a trace of the blood in his armor, leaving behind a drawing made up of empty space.

“Are you?” He arches an eyebrow, unbothered at the contact. You retract your hand, staring at your now bloody fingernails.

A scattering of images comes to mind. Maidenheads, bloody sheets. The girl you were at twelve. The man he is now. Your nails scratching lines on his back, biting at his throat, nipping at his lips. Unable to connect the thoughts, you let them go until only a pleasant smile remains.

“Are you a hungry cat?”

“No, little mouse.” Daemon tucks a loose curl behind your ear. As his hand comes down, he caresses your neck, lightly. It's barely a brush of his fingertips, yet your breath falters. He leans in, as if sharing a secret. His next words come out in a whisper. “I am a hungry dragon.”

Predictable, if a bit witty. Targaryens and their dragons. Despite it, you enjoy how much of an effort he is putting in. As a Martell, people often expect you to do all the seducing, not noticing you like being seduced as well. It's good that someone finally acknowledges it takes two to dance.

“That explains the never-ending appetite.” You tease, leaning towards him as well. The sun is starting to settle around you, some of his men lighting fires. They do not seem about to stop their pillaging. You wonder if Corlys Velaryon is near, and if so, why he doesn't stop them.

“You have no idea.” His voice is low and smooth. His hand is still on your loose curl, lower, this time. Barely touching your collarbone. His eyes are dark, and you doubt it is from the change in lighting. "A taste would never satiate me.”

“Shame. Little mice make for small bites, I think.” Your lips quirk up at the corners, barely suppressing a laugh. Expert in denial as you are, you know now is the time to retreat. You want him hooked on you so badly, he never sees your next move.

“I would make sure to do so very slowly. Savor it.” Daemon's thumb rubs just between your collarbones, tracing a path towards the valley of your breasts. You move away before he can reach it.

“Maybe, hungry cat.” You stress the last word, already knowing how you will lead Daemon into your trap. It will only take a few well-placed prods at his ego.

“Hungry dragon.” He repeats, a bit annoyed. The idea that you do not recognize him by his proper title upsets him. You laugh.

“Oh, but you look like a starved cat. A stray.”

“I am no stray.” Daemon complains. You arch an eyebrow, coolly.

“What else is a Prince doing fighting a war so far from home?”

Daemon stares at you. You are willing to admit it was quite mean on your part. Perhaps a tad too vicious. But you have yet to accomplish what you wish to, hence why you take it even further.

“You have until tomorrow to deposit the gold you have stolen from us in coffers.”

His whole face shifts, flirty expression replaced by a mask of indifference that is not fooling anyone. Caught off guard by your words, Daemon resorts back to his only defense mechanism.

“And if I don't?” He thrusts his chin up, defiant.

“You will find yourself at war with Dorne.” Your tone is even. Your voice doesn't waver, as if you were discussing the weather and not defying a kingdom much larger than yours.

“And you will declare war with two knights?” Daemon laughs.

“Have you met Dalton Greyjoy, perhaps?” You lean back on the rock, tilting your face up to the sun. Soaking in it. “Awfully young ironborn. Eager to prove himself, much more so if it's to beautiful women. Or so I hear.”

“You have allied yourself with the Iron Islands?”

You say nothing. Instead, you give him an enchanting tilt of the head, as if he was no more than one of your suitors. Your lips stretch into a coy little smile, one that tells him you have a secret he is not privy to.

“I do not believe you.” Daemon shakes his head. He crosses his arms over his chest, before uncrossing them and shaking his head yet again. Stunned. “No. Prince Qoren would never allow it.”

“Qoren would not?” You repeat, mockingly. “And pray tell, since when do you know him so well?”

“Do you know why he dropped the Triarchy?” The question is unexpected. Before this, you had not bothered to wonder about your brother's motives. Used as you were at things going your way, you had assumed Qoren had seen the wisdom of your advice and decided to take it.

“Because I told him it was a bad investment.” You answer, refusing to back down. What could Daemon Targaryen know of the motivations of a prince of Dorne? Nothing. He had to be bluffing, searching for a weakness he could exploit to get out of this.

“Because the Crab King, over there…” Daemon gestures vaguely in the direction of the corpses. “Had eyes that lingered too much on you. And if this Greyjoy boy is the same…”

You blink a few times. It makes sense. The Crab King had never tried to seduce you, yet you know men like that are not used to asking. Instead, they order. You can only guess the face Qoren made when faced with such a demand. He is as proud as you are.

Daemon could be lying, of course. Trying to make you doubt Qoren. Divide and conquer, and all that. You can't let that happen. Everyone knows the two of you are a team. Whatever grievances you have to air with him, they will be on private. You tuck away the piece of information for later, and focus on what's in front of you.

“If Qoren is willing to turn into a turncloak for my sake…” You narrow your eyes at Daemon, menacingly. You know as well as him that the easiest way to stop you is to hurt you. Kill you, perhaps. But it would mean war. “Think of what he will do to you, if you hurt me.”

“You will have your coffers tomorrow, Princess.” Daemon says, bitterly. He knows he has lost. You outmaneuvered him. House Martell has never bowed to dragons. If Daemon declares war on Dorne, his brother will pull the support from the Iron Throne. Corlys Velaryon will not want to get involved, no matter how much he has benefitted from their plot. He cannot wage war alone.

You get up. You dust off your skirts.

“Good. And make sure you bathe before touching the gold. Wouldn't want you staining it.”

You do go back to Dorne with a chest full of gold, and then some. As it seems to be a tendency with Daemon, you almost forget all about him before he is barging into your life again.

It happens on an odd afternoon, while you are trying to broker a deal with a foreign King. The tart taste of the berries makes you scrunch up your face. It's more acidic than what you are used to, but good nonetheless. You smile at the King in front of you. He looks on the verge of drooling.

“I am glad you like it, my Princess.” He simpers. “I must say the shade compliments your caramel skin quite well.”

Caramel. Ugh. How you hate when men compare you to food. It's always your caramel skin, your cherry lips, your golden eyes. Can they get more unoriginal?

You beg to the skies for fortitude. This alliance is important, you remind yourself. Qoren needs them, Dorne needs them. They grow more fruit than you could ever hope for.

As it often happens, your prayers are heeded in a way you could not have expected.

“Princess.” A guard suddenly sprints into the room. “There is a situation at the gates. Prince Qoren needs you.”

You spring up from your seat so fast, one might think there were needles on your cushion.

“I apologize, my King. The berries were lovely. Perhaps you could send some more? For the people?”

“Oh, I understand.” The King gives a jovial laugh. “Duty calls and all. You are right, I shall send you…”

“Good.” You cut him off, and walk out of the parlor. As you start to reach the gates, you slow down your walk. You can't have Qoren thinking you rushed to his side, after all.

“Have you developed some sort of mind reading ability?” Qoren turns at your words. He is facing the gates, right in the middle of the watchtower. It's not an actual watchtower, but rather a ledge on one of your lower walls, right aside to the actual tower. Its slightly off center position allows for a better view of the gates, despite not being very high.

“What's that supposed to mean?” He asks, reclining precariously. Your stomach turns. This is a recurring occurrence, Qoren watching from places he is not supposed to. You often fear he will fall to his death, yet he has yet to even slip. He is noisy enough to not care about the dangers of the world.

“You knew I needed an out, I gather.” You keep your tone flat. While you enjoyed being his right hand, you disliked that so many of your allies thought flirting was the way to do business.

“I didn't. Come here and take a look.” Qoren sounds uninterested in your grievances, which is highly unusual for him. Whatever he is looking at must be fascinating. You start climbing the steps, aided by the guard that led you here. You try to do so gracefully, but it's daunting in a dress as the one you wear.

“How did you even get up here?” You huff, crouching on the ledge before slowly starting to stand.

“Invaders.” Qoren says, unbothered. You nearly fall off, shrieking. The guard pushes you upright again.

“At ease, Princess. We got you.” He says. “Look closer.”

So you do. You narrow your eyes at the horizon, and what you can see of the gate. You can barely make out a giant red blur. A dragon, perhaps? One you already know, by the eerie calm he is sporting.

You only know one dragon. It happens to be red.

“What did you do to that man?” Qoren laughs. Your mouth opens and closes. It has been almost two moons since you departed from the Stepstones, half of the gold you had originally given to the Iron Throne back with you.

You had gone on with your life. Taken a few lovers, here and there. Ate good food. Pawned off resources for alliances. You know, the typical. Daemon Targaryen, though, clearly has not. Because he now stands at the gates of Sunspear, dragon in tow.

“Nothing. Nothing, I swear.” You reply to Qoren, still open-mouthed. “Is he trying to declare war?”

Qoren laughs at you, poking you in the ribs. You squirm away, before remembering you are standing on a ledge. You slap his arm.

“Don't do that! We could fall!”

“The only falling being done here is that dragon prince for you, dear sister.”

“Huh?” You frown, confused. What is he on about? Despite your desire to bed Daemon, you had walked away from the meeting with the certainty that he was not interested in you. You were not a maiden like the ones he chased, nor were you young, and you had done a good job of alienating him after threatening him with war. This could not be a mere visit, for you had parted on bad terms.

But Qoren doesn't answer. He only raises his voice slightly.

“Truss him up in chains!” The order is clearly not meant for you. “And place him on the Princess' solar.”

“What are you doing?” You ask, bewildered, as the guards hurry to carry out his order.

“I'll give you a chance to deal with him.” Qoren says, mysteriously. “I think he is about to ask for your hand.” And with an agile jump, he is off the ledge and getting down the wall. You scramble to follow.

“Qoren!” You scream, nearly falling off in your haste. He is too fast for you, already entering the palace. The guard steadies you again, and you gather your skirts and run after him, but it's too late. You do not know which direction he has turned. “Qoren, what do you mean by that? Have you spoken to him? He asked you for… Qoren, dammit!”

His cheery voice reaches your ears.

“Do try to get rid of him, alright? We can't have our people thinking we have been invaded.”

You chase after the sound, but he is gone. You could follow him to the throne room, but you decide for the more amusing option. No matter if Qoren is teasing about the marriage proposal, you decide to go and freshen up a bit. It will take a long time for the guards to subdue Daemon, and to drag him inside. Plenty of advice for you to change clothes.

Be it for declaring war, or rejecting a marriage proposal, you like to be well-dressed for the occasion. You take your time choosing your outfit, strapping a tiny dagger to your thigh.

Only when an hour has passed, you walk towards your solar. There are a few knights stationed outside, one of them being your Dayne companion. He approaches you cautiously.

“The Prince left instructions for us to enter at your call. One scream, Princess, and we will be in there before he can draw his sword.”

He sounds worried. It's actually kind of sweet.

“Don't worry. He won't hurt me.”

But despite your words, as soon as you enter your solar, you are grabbed harshly by the arm. You look up to find Daemon not only free from chains, but furious.

Perhaps the guards thought it would not be very diplomatic to chain him up. A shame. You jerk off his grip, and go serve yourself some wine. It's a very neat trick, one you have learned from the men in your life. One must let the other do all the nagging while pretending to be entirely innocent, so they sound insane. Often, it leads to the person reproaching you actually thinking they are going mad. You only use it when you feel particularly cruel.

"You took your time.” Daemon follows you, stomping and huffing. “I have been waiting for nearly an hour.”

“I was not decent. I had to change into my afternoon clothes.” You give a little twirl, enjoying the luxurious feel of the skirt against your body. You know it will only anger him further. “Do you like them?”

“You have some nerve.” Daemon scoffs. You offer him a goblet of wine, which he takes. “Do you know what men say of you?”

“Does a viper pay attention to the mumbling of worms?” Your voice is calm and sweet. In truth, you do pay a attention to what they say. Who doesn't? But Daemon doesn't need to know that for the game you are playing.

“You are hardly a viper.” His eyes narrow at you, in a flutter of pretty lashes and lilac. Good Gods, what right does he have to be so handsome. You hate him.

“I like to think I am one.” You drink from your wine, giving him a coy little look over the rim of your goblet.

“They say you are a witch. That you place your spell on them and have them dancing at your tune.” He complains, gruffly. So far, he seems very angered by you, which is fair considering the way you parted. What makes no sense is the fact that he has come this far to make his displeasure known.

“It's not my fault men are often led by their cocks.” You shrug. It's rather crass, but you are unbothered by it. If men are allowed to speak how they please, why shouldn't you?

“Perhaps not.” Daemon cocks his head. “But I do wish to ask something of you.”

“Oh?”

Daemon places his goblet down. He plucks yours from your fingers, all soft movements. He raises your hand to his lips, and kisses your palm. His eyes never leave yours.

“Remove your spell from me.”

You laugh. You stare at him as if he has two heads. You laugh some more.

"I'm serious. You have bewitched me. Ensnared me with your charms and feminine…” He lets go of your hand, angrily gesturing. The laughter dies in your throat. Daemon is not joking.

“I have what?” You repeat, confused. Now you are actually thinking him a madman.

“You have made it so I can't lie with another woman. I only get relief when I think of you. Remove your spell, or I shall…” And it's too good, too much of a joke not to laugh. You restrain yourself, knowing angering him more could be bad for your health.

“You shall what?” Despite your attempts, your amusement must show because Daemon grabs you by the shoulders and gives you a tiny shake. It's not enough to hurt you, but it startles you into seriousness.

“I have never wanted a woman as much as I want you.” His eyes do not show the emotion his words imply. While his face reflects need, Daemon has not drank nearly enough to have such a loose tongue. Something is amiss. “Let me have you. If you don't remove your spell, I need to have you.”

His eyes don't show need, but eagerness. He is trying to manipulate you. The thought of him implying that you must let him have you makes your blood boil. You are angered beyond belief. Has he really come all this way to make some half-assed marriage proposal, in the hopes of trapping you with him? Who does he think he is dealing with?

If you were another woman, more inexperienced, you would let this man manipulate you right into his bed. But you are not. You are old enough to know that lust can be cured with a few well-placed hot baths and enough time and distance. His excuses are a poor attempt. You almost prefer the other men's simpering.

“I am no witch, you fool. Now, out!” You point at the door.

Daemon straightens. He eyes you carefully.

“I need you.” He repeats. It's clearly a lie. You wonder what else is, too. Is it odd to feel flattered by him being so set on you, he is willing to manipulate you into marriage?

“You do not. There is nothing interesting here, go find a whore.” You cross your arms over your chest. Your traitorous heart seems to disagree. You don't want him to leave, says the heat in your cheeks. Not yet, answers the harsh ring of your pulse in your ears.

“I do.” Daemon steps closer. He seems slightly unsure and that is what gives him away. If you are trying to manipulate someone, you have to go all in. You can't hesitate because they call your bluff. His seduction techniques need serious work. “You have to let me have you.”

“I don't have to do anything.” You scowl at him, getting right up on his face. To you, it doesn't matter if you are shorter, you will put the fear of the gods in him or so the Seven help you. “And I do not believe a word you say. If you wanted me to fuck you, you could have merely asked. I do not appreciate you trying to manipulate me. I do not need to be coerced into it, I am no maiden.”

“And if I were to ask?” His nose brushes against yours, tenderly. Daemon's eyes have turned dark, his body nearly vibrating in excitement at your anger. You had heard Targaryens had queer customs, but had not expected him to be so aroused after getting yelled at.

“Too late, out!” You push your index finger into his chest, hard. Daemon smirks. He takes a step forward, forcing you to back off or get your finger crushed.

“You said I had to only ask for what I want.” He gets closer still, backing you against a wall. “No more games.”

“No more games.” You agree, a bit shakily. He noses along your temple, softly. You look up at him, all big, surprised eyes. How has he turned the whole situation into his favor so fast? And when, exactly, did you lose control?

“I want to know what is behind your eyes.” Daemon presses a soft kiss to your brow, then to your eye. You let go of the breath you are holding, eyes fluttering closed. Your lips tingle with the urge to be kissed, alight with the rush that comes from being seduced. But you do not intend to make it easy for him, no. He can't just expect you to submit just because he asks.

“No, thank you.” You duck beneath his arm, leaving behind your moment of weakness. He still tried to manipulate you, after all. He deserves a bit of suffering.

“What do you fear?” Daemon grabs your arm, pulling you towards him. He nuzzles your neck. “It certainly isn't modesty, you said so yourself. You are no blushing virgin.”

“I do not want to marry you.” You jerk free of his grip.

“Perhaps, you think I would enjoy you less. Or you fear I might not like what hides behind your eyes.” He kisses right behind your ear, softly hugging you to him. “The thoughts you have… The things you crave…” His hand traces an upward path, from your belly button to your collarbones. “To me, it only means you are already mine.”

“I'm not interested.” You say, but your whole body is saying yes. You just can't help it. His attention is overwhelming. His hands are gripping at your waist, your hips, everywhere. You shake against him as if you were an innocent still, and not a woman seasoned in the arts of love.

“I made you like this.” Daemon presses scorching hot kisses against your neck. You wonder if all Targaryens run as hot as this one. “Do you remember, little dornish girl?”

“You did not.” You pull away once more, and grab your wine again. You take a hearty sip. The memory you have obsessed over is one he has thought of too. Daemon had awoken something in you that rainy afternoon, and it's clear you had done the same to him.

“I taught you something, even if unwillingly. I always wondered, when I heard of your exploits, if you thought of me too.” And you have. Oh, how badly have you thought of running into him and bedding him, but you are not willing to admit it. You know if you look at him, you will give yourself away, so you keep stubbornly looking somewhere else.

Daemon chuckles.

“Let me see those eyes.” He gently grabs your jaw and lifts your head up. “Ah. So I was right.”

Furious at being caught, you place one of your hands on his hair and tug. Hard. Hard enough to force him to expose his neck.

“How do you feel about my eyes now?” You snarl.

“They are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” Daemon's brows are pinched together, his back slightly arched. Your punishing grip on his hair is hurting him, and you are glad for it. Yet, his lips are parted as if experiencing the sweetest delights. “They are those of a woman in the throes of passion.”

“Do not test me.” You warn, forcing him to his knees. He goes willingly.

Daemon reaches up slowly, his much bigger hand curling around your wrist. He coaxes you to let go, softly massaging.

“I can taste the arousal cursing through your blood, Princess.” He pulls you into him, until both of you are sprawled out on the floor. “I see how your chest heaves, how your breath is getting heavier, how your lips plump… You are excited.”

“So what if I am?” You huff. It's all cornered animal. You cannot deny it any longer, you want him too badly for it.

“It means you and me… We are the same.” And he finally kisses you. His mouth meets yours in a hungry kiss, into which you pour all your frustration. But Daemon coaxes you to go slower, to kiss more passionately instead of hurriedly.

“I want you.” He says, when you part. His forehead rests against yours. “Let me keep you. Be mine. A woman as bloodthirsty as you cannot stay alone forever.” As he lays you down on the floor, as he gets on top of you and his hands pin yours down. “Let me keep you.”

And this time, you say yes.

#daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x female reader #daemon targaryen x y/n #daemon targaryen x poc reader #daemon x reader #daemon x you #daemon x y/n #prince daemon x reader #prince daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen x oc #daemon targaryen fanfic #daemon fanfic #daemon fluff #daemon fic #daemon targaryen #prince daemon #daemon targeryen x reader #daemon targeryan #daemon smut #daemon targaryen smut #hotd daemon #hotd x reader #hotd fanfic #asoiaf fanfic #asoif fanfic #asoiaf #dornish reader

[scoobydoodean]

Zachariah is so focused on Dean in the end of "It's A Terrible Life" that it's easy to think that Sam doesn't mean anything to him and he isn't trying to influence Sam in any way. Sam wanted to drink demon blood and work with Ruby and hunt before this episode and he still wants to do the same things during and after, so it's easy to think that there is nothing here Sam is supposed to "learn" from Zachariah and he's kind of just along for the ride as nothing more than a tool in Zachariah's arsenal to get through to Dean after Dean's breakdown at the end of "On The Head Of A Pin"—to prove to Dean that he wants to be a hunter and it's where he's happiest.

As a result, when we ask ourselves questions like, "Why do they throw in that Dean Smith went to Stanford?" Our answers tend to focus on why Dean would want to have gone to Stanford.

Think about what Zachariah actually wants to happen though. He wants Lucifer to be freed, he wants the brothers relationship to break down (4.22), he wants the apocalypse to happen and for Sam and Dean to become the vessels for Lucifer and Michael.

There is a lesson for Sam in the "It's A Terrible Life"... but the lesson is intentionally very subtle, because what Zachariah wants Sam to take away from this episode is that Sam means nothing to him.

Zachariah wants Sam to feel that to the angels, Sam is nothing more than a loser in a dead-end customer support job in a tiny cubicle with all the other insignificant little worker bees. Meanwhile, Dean is the angels prize. Dean is sitting pretty in an executive-level marketing role on the upper floors. Dean is important to the angels. Dean matters. Dean is special. Sam is loser—he doesn't get an important role. He doesn't get respect. He doesn't get recognition. He doesn't get to meet Zachariah—Castiel's superior—at the end of the episode because he isn't important enough to meet Zachariah personally like Dean is. He only gets to hear it from Dean afterward. He gets to hear that Zachariah gave Dean a (deeply condescending) pep talk about how important Dean is and how special Dean is and how he'll succeed and do everything he's destined to do. Dean gets to hear the things that Sam wants so desperately for someone to tell HIM.

These details are added to make Sam feel more disrespected and minimized by the angels, to make him more jealous of Dean's lofty "righteous man" title. They are added to make Sam angry and to increase his resentment toward Dean.

The Stanford comment is an extra cruel jab. Getting into Stanford was something Sam would have worked very hard for. It was a tangible reward—recognition of his intelligence and talent and effort. It was probably something Sam took a lot of pride in and found extremely validating during a period where Sam always felt like a disappointment to John (1.08). Zachariah simply takes his accomplishment away and gives it to Dean. Sam already thinks people should be paying more attention to him—appreciating the power the demon blood has given to him. He's already said he's stronger and smarter and braver than Dean (4.14, 4.16) and nobody is listening... no one is recognizing that he's the better brother—he's going to be the hero who stops the apocalypse! Giving Sam's schooling to Dean is a way of reinforcing Sam's ego—his belief that Dean is being assigned traits and roles that belong to HIM. It is a tangible reinforcement of his belief that he is better than Dean and Dean is stealing his valor.

#pk rewatches spn number ? #4.17 #season 4 #angels lie #angels and demons lie #zachariah #the flannel business #sams follower/leader false dichotomy #sams envy #4.16 #4.14 #1.08 #sams motivations

[azumasoroshi]

just remembered that luke atmey said that edgeworth acknowledged godot as the best prosecutor in the country despite him not having participated in any trials as a prosecutor at that point, which is incredibly funny because:

either luke atmey is bullshitting everything to make godot sound cooler to intimidate phoenix (canon - snakefashion)

edgeworth just has that little respect for every other prosecutor in the country that he was like yknow what yeah the best prosecutor is the one that hasn't prosecuted anything, it's all downhill from there

edgeworth knew that godot planned to face off against wright and he was like "oh no we don't do that newbie stuff here, you need to sound super powerful and ominous so that the other NPCs can make you sound threatening to phoenix otherwise you're not a worthy rival, here i'll spread the word that you're the best prosecutor in the country" and godot was like uhhhhh ok???

or edgeworth spins a wheel every time he leaves the country to see who will get the "best prosecutor in the country" title and this time it was godot

edgeworth picked the first name that he could remember off the top of his head (kosmickasper) which is funny because that implies he remembers NONE of the paynes

edgeworth ONLY remembers the paynes and was like "no. i refuse to name them as the best prosecutors" and godot walked in like hey can i get a job and edgeworth was like YOU. YOU'RE THE NEW BEST PROSECUTOR and godot was like sweeeet (anon)

godot won the annual prosecutor's office bingo competition (kosmickasper)

edgeworth was being sarcastic but he only has one tone of voice outside of court so luke thought he was being serious (theflamingmarshmallow)

edgeworth was telling a white lie like yeah good defense attorney = good prosecutor id believe it (themindoflore)

godot walked into edgeworth's office with a recorder while he was distracted and was like hey am i the best prosecutor in the country and edgeworth was like what huh yeah sure and godot keeps playing it in front of everyone like check it (detective-gum-chew) (i misread this one and thought edgeworth was distracted with a recorder like the instrument and thought wow that's oddly specific LMFAO)

there was actual prosecutor that edgeworth respected named godot and named him the best prosecutor and diego heard of him and was like well if he's retired/dead im sure he wont mind me yoinking his name for a little bit (pandoratheprocrasticreator)

godot told edgeworth that he wouldn't forgive him for his antics in the first two cases until he told everyone godot was the best (romanticsapcalebmalphas)

edgeworth was making a joke about the guy from waiting for godot and it completely flew over luke's head (theflyingsealion)

edgeworth was talking about godot's theme (which SLAPS) being the superior prosecutor theme and not godot himself (bee--lzebub)

luke asked edgeworth about godot and edgeworth was like well if he's going against wright he must be pretty epic. also be sure to tell wright that it'd be funny (animaticx - also side note but the idea of luke atmey and edgeworth sitting around having tea together and gossiping is REALLY funny to me)

if anyone has other ideas ill add them lmfao this is comedy gold to me

edit holy shit you guys have a lot of ideas

#if anyone says edgeworth was only calling godot the best lawyer in the country and not prosecutor SHHHHHHHH i didnt need to know #alternatively to 4 godot won the best prosecutor raffle #the godot brainworms are sinking in and i dont have enough fucking contenttttttt #listening to the fragrance of dark coffee on repeat in the dark at midnight #if anyone has good miego fic recs pspspspspsps #ace attorney #miles edgeworth #godot #godot ace attorney #luke atmey #aa3 #ace attorney 3 #trials and tribulations #diego armando

[kitkatopinions]

Just thinking about how some Bumbleby fans insist their ship is superior to ships like Freezerburn and shouldn't be criticized because their ship is canon, and how they'll be like "Bumbleby is canon, Freezerburn never would've happened and you're delusional for thinking it."

A. It's a little like the "people say Rwby is a bad show, but it's actually popular" thing, where it's like, whether or not the ship is canon has absolutely nothing to do with whether or not the ship is good or well written or non-toxic or any of that.

B. I really do think that one reason why people think "mine is canon and yours isn't" is a convincing argument, or like a hurtful thing to say to people who ship a rival ship like Freezerburn or Blacksun is because of the anti-criticism push in the fandom and the villainization of rwde. Saying you want a different ship to be canon is skating really close to saying you think the writers shouldn't have done the thing that they did, after all. And meanwhile, the anti-criticism push in the fandom has resulted in this thing where 'it's canon' is meant to be kind of a last word on things, or 'it's what the writers wanted' or 'here's what the writers want us to think' is used like they're meant to be argument ending and undebatable. Because the fandom at large's anti-rwde expectations means that the writers are always supposed to be right and that the fans are just supposed to accept and like everything that the writers do or say with a smile. Like, the most you're allowed to say without getting labeled 'rwde' and therefore an evil, bad faith horrible person is 'that change wasn't what I personally would've wanted, but it's still great.' People get harassed and sent hate for saying that the writers make mistakes or shouldn't have done something they did. So of course some bees fans think that saying "well Bumbleby is canon and the writers never would've gone with Freezerburn" is going to make people feel badly or is going to make them rethink their own shipping preferences. Of course some bees fans feel better about their ship themselves simply because they can say it's what the writers wanted, so when they see a post about how a different ship had better development they can reassure themselves by sending the person messages telling them "that ship isn't canon and my ship is canon, hahaha."

C. The way the writers talk very much so implies that they're easily swayed by fandom opinion. For example, recently they were talking about Neo and how they essentially killed her off in the end and how they viewed her as irredeemable, but one reason they gave her a more sympathetic end and had her 'bow out' was because a lot of people liked her character a lot. And that isn't a one off occurrence. The writers often talk about how the audience reacts to things and how they've tried to work through audience complaints (badly, but that's a complaint for another post.) So, I'm supposed to believe that bumbleby becoming canon had absolutely nothing at all to do with it being the most popular ship in rwby (and again, popularity doesn't equal quality) and that if Freezerburn hadn't been more popular, they wouldn't have gone with it? I don't believe that. 'Planned from the beginning' or not, the writers carry things out or change things based on the fandom already, so idk why I should exalt bumbleby as the superior ship just because they're canon. Arkos is canon too, that doesn't mean I have to like Arkos or like it more than shipping Jaune with Ren and Nora or shipping Jaune with Neptune. Renora is canon too, that doesn't mean it's inherently superior to Sugar Rush and that there's nothing to complain about in how the writers wrote Ren and Nora's relationship. XD

I ship Han with Leia in Star Wars, I've liked them since I was a kid. Imagine if I went up to perfect strangers who shipped Han with Luke and was talking to people about wishing they'd gone with Han and Luke, and I was like "haha, the ship that I like is canon and yours isn't! Luke and Han was never gonna happen, you delusional idiot!" That'd be not only asshole behavior, but it'd also be totally irrelevant to the conversation and completely meaningless to the person who clearly already knows what ship is canon.

So yeah, tl;dr version of this is: Ships that are canon aren't inherently superior to ships that aren't canon. The writers are swayed by the fandom anyway, so it could've just as easily been freezerburn if it was more popular and popular doesn't mean good. The anti-rwde, anti-criticism stuff in the fandom is one big reason why these shipping wars even continue and why some bees fans feel so superior about their ship. And it's entirely irrelevant to discussions of quality to brag about a ship's canon status.

#rwde #anti bumbleby #anti bumblby #anti bumblebee #anti bmblb #anti blake x yang #anti yang x blake

[moonlight-tmd]

Shockbee.

Shockwave's reaction to when the repair crew goes missing, and to when they are found.

Say they keep in frequent contact while Bee is off repairing spacebridges, and Longarm would check his messages and for any news on the crews whereabouts every day.

Then, about fifty years later, finally he hears the news.

Dread.

Shockwave, while being disguised as Longarm, has grown fond of Bee- to the point of him framing other mechs for crimes they didn't commit as a way to protect Bee, that's how he did it with Wasp.

Bee liked him, they had a special kind of friendship. Nothing was said about it yet but it was clear to them the other cared about them more than just a friend. The way they acted and comforted one another when they needed it was enough to set the thought of the other being their sparkmate in place.

Shockwave managed to keep calm and help Bee hide away in the campus after he got kicked out. They kept in contact after Bee and Bulk got into the repair crew, Shock has his worries considering this wasn't the safest of jobs... Still, Bee seemed content with being there so he let him...

He wished he didn't...

After a secret call from work about an odd signal and Megatron's ship going missing he got worried. Bee on the other hand wasn't picking up any of his calls too, the scout said they tracked something odd and were heading to check it out and that's when the signal cut. On both ends there were announcements and search parties to look for the missing crew and the warlord...

Shockwave was torn in half, he didn't know what to do. On one hand he should be helping the cause and looking into stuff that might help find Megatron but on the other- he really wanted to do everything he can to find Bee. While he did what the commanding 'cons told him on his end, nearly all his free time he spend looking for Bee.

Any information, secret or not, landed on his desk for him to study and try to piece together where he might be or what happened.

He tried his best to keep his helm up and hope to see Bee again, but the newfound loneliness kept a grip on him tight. Any bit of information he got through the years was barely making any progress in his search for Bee. After so long of Bee being gone he receives information of a Decepticon signal heading towards a unclassified organic planet in a far away galaxy, at this point he enlists himself in the party to keep himself occupied with work as the constant being 'stuck in one place' is driving him insane and restless.

Some time before actually landing on this 'Earth' the crew spotted a ship that went missing- Megatron's ship on the moon orbiting the planet. Longarm's awareness spiked the moment he saw it, the thought of the warlord being on the planet made him slightly happy for progress on one of the sides- but that also brought another slither of faith, Bee disappeared at the same time Megatron did, it could be possible he was on the planet too...

And he was right.

He and agent Blurr were sent down to investigate one side of the area and the others scattered to surround the place the 'con signal last appeared. A day after the two split to investigate different areas, Longarm got a comm requesting backup for the arrest. All he said was that it was an Autobot but nothing more... Longarm couldn't believe when he saw Bumblebee standing there while Blurr held his arm in attempt to stop him from wandering off of running away.

You wouldn't believe what his face was when his superior literally went over, pushed him away and hugged the yellow mini. He didn't even acknowledge what Blurr was saying while the two happily talked on their reunion.

Shockwave was so happy to see Bee alive and well. And so was Bee- the scout was waiting so long to see him again. There was not a day where Bee didn't think about him and how he was doing.

I think after missing Bee for so long Shockwave would finally break and do something about their unofficial relationship and actually make it official; a day afte after having the reunion Bee would take Longarm for a private sight-seeing around the city and tell him all about the cool stuff here. When it was Longarm's turn to say what he's been up to the whole time, he doesn't take long to turn the talk to something more personal and confesses wanting Bee around for real. Which Bee accepts of course, he was missing Long very much.

The others don't notice any changes in behavior for they only just met Longarm too, but they are happy to hear that Bee and his sparkmate are together at last after so long. Bulkhead defo teases Bee about taking to long to admit but doesn't say anything to the others.

For now they are happy in each other's presence, sharing every bit of time together they can get.

#maccadam #tfa #ask box #shockbee

[livviem-009]

Mephisto - Sherliam & Isekai'd adopted daughter! reader

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Summary: You had a bad dream about your past life and you reflect on what has happened to you and judge your own worth. Was this reality real or were selfish for projecting your own desires? A/N: This fic is half venting and half wish fulfillment. I wrote this to let some things out about what happened earlier. The title of this one is based on the song Mephisto by QUEEN BEE because it explains my feelings about my favorite characters. Trigger Warning: Suicide and Existentialism.

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Y/N felt her senses heightened as she fell asleep in her dream again. Her past life was foggy, but it was all too familiar. She feels like a puzzle out of place, a monster from dark origins, and everyone wants her gone. She was content with running away, not noticing the trucks that sent her to this new world. The one from her favorite manga, the one thing keeping her happy and inspiring her through her darkest times. But now she questions herself. Everything about this world is fictional; how was she going to handle things when the fantasy was over? She woke up in a cold sweat and drank the glass of water beside her.

"It’s just a dream, Y/N, it’s just a dream!" She tells herself before sneaking around the mansion to the bathroom.

Everyone’s been so kind to her since she got there, but she was mostly close to William. He adopted her into the family with no hesitation, taught her fencing, and saw her as a competent person even though she made mistakes. Y/N was even close to Sherlock Holmes himself and related to him through his thrill-seeking energy. But they aren’t real, right? After all, she was aware that this was a serialized manga series based on a very old book series. So often, these thoughts pile up in her head, but she doesn’t care since she is having fun. She just enjoyed meeting the characters and subtly thanking them for just existing.

‘But... Do real people say that? ’

Looking up at the mirror in the bathroom, she sees herself. This isn’t what she looks like in the real world. She was boring and weird in the real world, and no one wanted to be near her. Her ranting over characters only seems to push the people in her life away, especially her parents. Oh, how she remembered her father reprimanding her for watching anime instead of learning her new lessons for the new school year. Instead of encouraging her by introducing stuff that is both appealing and educational for her, like a nice person politely suggesting something interesting, Of course, it had to be shoved down, and it was taken as Y/N’s fault for ‘not fitting in’ and ‘being a weirdo. Sure, let your own daughter hate everything in her life just so you can feel superior for putting down others.

‘Did I do anything wrong? ’

They said that to help her, right? Y/N knows that she’s weird, and her family said that they loved her. But why were they trying to hide her so much? They didn’t even know that it got to the point that her darkness manifested inside her. She isn’t perfect, but did they lie about actually loving her?

‘Why... Does this hurt? ’

One day, she gets interested in something that gives her joy. William James Moriarty was her idol, her role model for how to be kind, and someone to admire. He was imperfect, but his nature was in the right place. He was a capable man who would answer for his sins, and after all that misery and despair, his life finally became happy after he was saved by the people he met along the way. To her, he was everything she wanted to be and more. He was admirable for living on

‘... But I’m not him.

Y/N was nothing like that. Reading through each panel, she rooted for him to succeed and wanted him to see how he was deserving of living in the new world he sought to create. For her, he had to live with Sherlock. When she was reborn into their world from the beginning, she met the younger version of them as the Rockwells only daughter. She turned to him for guidance. When she hits her teen years, her happiness stems from solving cases after school with Sherlock and John. She admired the two men; they were so different yet on the same page. Eventually, that admiration turned into a love between parents and child. But her dilemma comes from a different thought: she knew this was fake, so did she just replace her real family and world just for a fantasy to be happy?

‘Selfish…’

Her tears fell. Y/N was selfish. She’d replace her own family—such a selfish wish to be granted by characters who were better than her. Compared to them, she was only an outsider. She only knew how their story ended, and yet, why was she given the opportunity to live with them? Looking up at the mirror again, her face fell. No one truly loved her there; this was the reality she was running away from. No matter what world she lives in, no one really loves her, and she’ll never belong. Standing up, Y/N sneakily went to the weapon room and grabbed a gun.

‘Maybe this will wake me up. Why did I get reincarnated? Why were Liam and Sherly nice to a weirdo fan like me? ’

Her emotions felt numb as she walked towards the open window. Her hair was a mess from crying, but she didn’t care anymore. As she felt the cold night breeze blow through her hair, she adjusted her gun and put it on her head. This opportunity was a gift. Why did someone like her get to be happy while she herself was a monster? All she ever cared about was the lives of people who weren’t real, to the point where she doesn’t care about herself anymore. Before the girl could make the fatal mistake, she was yanked off the window and hit the cold, hard ground.

"What are you doing?" A frantic and scared voice rang out, making her freeze.

Two pairs of arms wrapped around her, giving her a head pat. Hot tears fell as Y/N recognized their voices. William and Sherlock saved her, didn’t they? The girl realized that, while they may be fictional, the feelings she felt for them were real. Every hardship they face inspires her to keep moving on. That’s why she was attached to them; they were her escape and hope. They’re the ones making her stronger, and just living makes her feel better. It’s what people who love you do for you. No matter what, the world she’s in is her reality now. Y/N’s old life was behind her since this world was a blessing and another chance to move on. She hugged her favorite characters close, feeling their warmth as she lost herself in the stories they shared.

"Y/N, are you okay now?" Sherlock asked, looking down.

His little girl was tired from crying. William wanted to stay with the both of them, so they just hugged until sunrise.

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #yuumori #william james moriarty #sherlock holmes #sherliam #yn #self-insert #moriarty the patriot x reader #ymn #warning: suicide #/venting #i cried while writing this #some existentialism #isekai au

[voiceofsword]

sry to bitch in your inbox abt this but im so glad you pointed out how so many modern enstarries Dont read the stories and base everything off fandom perception.. i saw these users joking about which character would say slurs and someone was ADAMANT rinne would and tho i knew it before it Really struck me then

a) none of them have ever engaged with this text in any meaningful way, ESPECIALLY not the first games' stories, because surprise! characters in es! did Canonically use slurs! and back then Nobody Liked It. we didnt joke about it. most people i know completely stopped paying attention to the characters who did until they apologized. (tho ofc its more a problem w the writing than the characters, but still. we were young. we had the spirit.)

b) people really like using rinne as a punching bag because they dont read the stories and know literally nothing about him except funny drunk drugs gamble man "fuckboy" who harasses niki and the other bees and its. infuriating.

i dont understand how anyone can claim to like a media without ever properly engaging with it, i dont understand how people have fun misunderstanding characters so drastically, and i also think joking about slurs has gotten wayyy too normalized where people feel comfortable saying these things about these characters they allegedly like. and characters like rinne (with a constructed mask of obnoxiousness and such) are the perfect target for these people. which SUCKS. all of it sucks.

NEVER BE SORRY!!!! i hope this is alright to post i thought your ask was good and insightful and i'll add onto it a little bit with my own thoughts (heart emoji)

yeah um ! was definitely a ride. i wouldnt recommend it to everyone but at least we have hindsight and things like slurs and general offensive terms/behaviors can be warned for, so that much is nice. i remember being really upset about a few of these, and then getting back into enstars earlier this year and reading a few of the more current stories + !! stories i was happy to see that the writing has developed CONSIDERABLY in terms of this especially after beasts. something ive noticed a lot of newer fans do (referencing my previous post irt the feeling morally superior) is that if you like a specific character for whatever reason youre actually a horrible person because that character said something awful once. of course youre allowed to dislike characters for whatever reason but dont tell other people they should perish because they like them (as if liking them means you implicitly agree with said views, more often than not One line in a miriad of stories that you might not even have read). but like you said, characters making ignorant comments (an unfortunate occurrence, although rare, it still happens) is not a reflection of 2d pixels on a screen but rather a team of writers..... idk. its a complicated situation. i see both sides and i think people are justified in liking or disliking but this is a game about idol boys (and girl) got dam

yeah i hate how people treat rinne a lot. like because characters like him and eichi are villains that means everything that they do or say is, at worst, a straight, physical threat to everyone around them, or at best, an annoyance that can make the fandom feel justified in making them the butt of reoccurring jokes. idk what else to say about him that i havent said already but its also 3 am now and i SAID i was gonna go to sleep an hour ago but i think i might just be a filthy liar

ALSO its probably because enstars is long, there's a lot to read and although tl's arent necessarily hard to come by you actively have to seek them out. again i understand how this might be a nuisance but instead of sitting down and listening to summaries or analysis ive noticed that a lot of short form consumption content lends itself to people just. posting the most reactive interpretations, and people playing a game of telephone with said information until a lot of the fandom has come to accept this misinformation as true. LIKE SOMEONE ON TIKTOK SAYING HAJIME AND WATARU WERE RELATED? IDEK IF THAT WAS A JOKE OR NOT? and yeah the use of slurs is like ridiculously normalized now im not one to say whether people can or cannot reclaim slurs and people are free to do as they like if they can. i see this one thing specifically with tatsumi a lot where people jokingly bring up how said character is homophobic or make homophobic comments towards characters even if theyre being like. excited or happy. and idk. personally it makes me sad. like maybe its fandom culture now maybe im old (is 23)

WHY WOULD RINNE SAY SLURS HES LITERALLY GAY AND IN LOVE....COME AWN NOW

#i prommy i will stop putting walls of text on everyones dashboards soon and ill get to actually posting drawings and reblogs...maybe #im not posting this one under a readmore bc i dont think. its That long in comparison to my other posts? #but if it is i might add it retroactively? can i even do that #we'll see i guess LMAO #mimthinks

[honeybeebabeblr]

I keep thinking about Jane Austen and class and class interactions and how clearly Crowley was of higher rank and far more powerful than aziraphale and kept his power, which aziraphale seems to know if we take his plea for Crowley to do something on the tarmac as an example. And angel vs demon and where that may futz up the classes of fallen angels and explain their responses to things.

We have this ranking issue here like Edwardian culture-

Gabriel and Beelzebub can follow the party line and then spin and discard it when they like because they never had to worry much about superiors nor really cared about underlings and humans, they just exist, they drop the fries and take orders and are disposable. Of course they can run off when they discover love. They are upper class. They can be scandalous and still get what they want.

Crowley pleas to God like a peer in S1 like he’s used to it and was high enough up to know the structure from the top down. And as an angel he appears to be more focused on sustaining his creation and sees aziraphale as an underling, but not in a resentful way. Just in a yo-coworker, drop what you are doing and help me out kind of way, aziraphale is The Help. But falling gave him the opportunity to live and appreciate the present and the small moments and beings. So now he uniquely has knowledge and experiences of the upper and lower classes of beings- he knows they are all the same inside. And while he also has the instinct to up and leave when it no longer suits him like Gabriel and Beelzebub, he also now actually knows all ranks of angels and demons, he appreciates them and treats them with respect, plus he now knows and appreciates life on earth and the diversity of people on earth.

Aziraphale is positioned as a worker bee here, perhaps lower management in comparison to Muriel. He’s been tasked with some smaller, focused things in creation and is balancing keeping higher ranks happy and lower ranks comfortable. He’s very aware of the class and power ranks going on in heaven and possibly hell. He also has a strong belief and probably a hand in working on earth and humans. Where he is struggling is with the idea of what is right and what is good and where God stands on these things vs where the higher ranking angels stand on these things, he is also confused on the conundrum of

God=trusting archangels + archangels=wanting to destroy the earth, but to him it doesn’t equate therefore God ?=? Wants toDestroy everything.

So he is going through this emotionally loop after loop after loop. He doesn’t understand the top down hierarchy other than they must be better than him because God thinks so, he isn’t as good as them and it’s not his place to understand. Not his place to question. Where this plays in his thoughts of whether he is good enough for Crowley, the being he knows in his mind is better than him and not really demon-like, I’m not sure. OF COURSE when given the opportunity to raise to that rank, he’s going to take it because he’s now seen some questionable choices from the upper ranks. He knows how to fix it!

And he knows Crowley clearly was happy as an angel and is also on the same wavelength as him in wanting to save earth and respect it. Aziraphale thinks he would be delighted to come back to heaven and fix things. If fact, he’s hurt when Crowley is like wtfno.

And in this entire thing, both are wrong and both are right but they are coming at it from their class experiences (which will be interesting to see how Muriel handles things) and therefore meeting crosswise

Also also - I do wonder if a little part of aziraphale figured all along he would take what he could get from this angel he admired so much because clearly he’s not worthy of someone as wonderful as Crowley but getting this rank/class bump from the metatron would make him worthy. Except Crowley knows the entire system is bullshit and aziraphale was already good enough

#aziraphale #crowley #good omens #ineffable bureaucracy #go s2 spoilers #go s2 meta

[stheresya]

What do you think Elizaveta was like pre fold or during the time she was trapped in the fold?

it's difficult to say considering the only pre-fold content we have of her is The Lives of Saints, a book that does not go in-depth into its saint life and its narratives are known to be slightly fabricated for religious purposes. but assuming some of the elements in her tale had basis on actual events and leaving aside all the religious propaganda, here's what we roughly get: a peasant girl had a special ability with bees. one day her village was attacked by raiders. she saved them all. they repaid her heroism by tearing her apart in a field of roses. this little summary makes me assume there are two elizavetas: the elizaveta that always was and the elizaveta that she became after the attack.

elizaveta is one with the bees, thus she has always been deeply connected with plants, especially roses -- she's the patron saint of gardeners, after all. and this connection probably influenced how her senses are affected by the world around her. there's this line in aleksander's pov: "He remembered how Elizaveta had craved sensation—the taste of wine, the touch of skin, the feel of soft earth beneath her feet." (The Monk, Ch. 26, RoW) this tells me that elizaveta liked to indulge her senses, that she was often seeking things that were pleasing to the eyes, the ears, the nose, the tongue, the stomach, the mind and the skin. this may be the one thing that remained unchanged throughout her life because i think that craving to simply feel alive is probably a consequence of her power. it kinda reminds me of dyonisus who was a deity of vegetation and also greatly associated with pleasure. now imagine someone like that being trapped for 400 hundred years in a place that denied her of her senses? it's no wonder she went a little mad.

but of course we have to talk about what she became after she was "murdered". in true anti-grisha hate crime fashion her murder is quite horrific. she was killed in the village that she had saved, bound and torn apart while her own people (who were only alive thanks to her) did nothing to object. this definitely made her resent humanity as a whole. we know for a fact that she was very close to the darkling before the fold and they probably met shortly after this incident. i think he provided her a safe haven and a purpose to fight for, and he was also the only one who was as unique as herself back then. imagine an unique person with immense power rescues you from certain death, helps you get stronger and gives your life purpose? at the very least you'll spend the rest of your life in gratitude to that person. so it's no wonder that she grew to worship the darkling. their power and uniqueness made her think of themselves not only as superior to the otkazat'sya but also other grisha. i'm not sure when when her views on power became so twisted, if she began to think like that shortly after her "death" or while she was trapped in the fold. because it's curious that elizaveta is so unwaveringly loyal to aleksander despite their goals being different, and we can't even argue that that loyalty is due to his great power and his uniqueness because she spent centuries alongside two people who were as powerful and as unique as herself and she hated them. maybe she truly loved sasha even as he was.

of the 3 saints trapped in the fold, i'd say liza was affected the most. their place was in a constant state of un-life. they were isolated from the world, there was no food, no smell, no hunger, no wind, no temperature. everything was monochromatic. they were alive but not really alive. they couldn't even sleep to get some momentary relief. these circumstances would take a great toll on anyone, but specially on someone who's so deeply connected to nature and soil life such as liza. the one thing that kept her going was hope that she would be joining aleksander someday and they would rule ravka together, in the meantime she occasionally used her powers to toy with her worshipers a little bit and pretended to debate her "roommates" on the best course of action to get out of the fold while hiding her real intentions.

TL;DR: elizaveta was a nature girl who liked to enjoy herself, but having an unique power, being part of persecuted group, and being in prison for centuries in a constant state of un-life without the ability to shut out her conscious for one second probably messed her up.

#oof with the length i've talked abt her despite her presence in books being so small and one-dimensional i basically made up a canon oc #sankta elizaveta #the lives of saints #rule of wolves #grishaverse #meta #my asks

[creepy-crowleys]

Binary, Police Lights

The Magnus Archives Questions

Binary: How much does your character use the internet? Do they have a favorite meme?

Moderately? Not nearly as much as some people, but. I mean, I have an account here, I have a discord account, I keep up with my emails and the news. That's about it really.

Ahh... I don't think I have a particular favorite? Here's a topical one though:

Police Lights: What event has most impacted your character's work life?

Getting hired, ha! Being chosen. In all honesty, I didn't have much in the way of prospects before the Buzzing happened and set everything off.

Since actually getting the job... Tokyo, I guess. The Orochi Group and getting entangled in Samael and Lilith's mess. My first run-in with Lilith in Romania was a notable mark on my record. As my boss put it: I'm not afraid of god, but I am afraid of my superiors, and they're afraid of Lilith. Coming into direct contact with her and coming out more or less intact is impressive.

So they had me try it a second time. Ha...

Things happened. Other, more powerful people got involved. I held my own pretty well in an 8-on-1 fight with some other Bees...!

Lilith was taken by angels because I helped open the door. It. Wasn't entirely undeserved - her atrocities are painted across the Ages - but her partner, Samael, was understandably furious. He's promised to destroy me in every way he can imagine as someone who predates humanity, haha...! Starting with publicly accusing me of involvement with a terrorist attack in Tokyo a couple years prior.

A bounty was put out for me. I had to relocate to somewhere I couldn't be as easily tracked and I couldn't be risked going out on field assignments. If my boss hadn't bullshit her way into convincing her superiors that I should be kept on to at least maintain the archive on Solomon and help with some of her more bureaucratic work, I probably would have been fired immediately. If they didn't turn me over to Samael outright, ha...

Things are quieter now. I did a favor of sorts for Samael and he's eased off the pressure. I think he's more focused on trying to get Lilith back than anything else right now. And I got a new place to live, with a community I like and work that keeps me busy between assignments. So things worked out!

And I got very lucky that they did.

#.RECEIVE #Anonymous #.meme

[its-captain-sir]

Today's andor episode was like the first time in all of star wars that I've seen a droid actually treated like a person. Like with every other droid character there's always some sense of idk superiority I guess? in how other characters interact with them, even those with strong personalities, or it's like, the other characters need something from them and that's the only reason why the droid characters are there at all in the first place, so when I watched all the scenes with Bee today I was honestly surprised at how they went. There was none of that stuff, no questioning about the existence of his feelings, no backhanded comments about programming or anything. Bee's grief was very very real just like any other sentient being's would be in that situation and everyone in the house during those scenes understood that so implicitly, like it never even crossed their minds to be dismissive of Bee in that moment. Brasso lets him know everything that's going on with the funeral preparations, checks in on how he's doing, offers to let him have the room to himself to process and takes into account his opinions on everything. They don't act differently at all just cause he's a droid. They talk to him and treat him like they would any other member of the community who's suffering from the loss of family. Idk it's just a very interesting choice to me and honestly it's kind of a nice change of pace

#andor spoilers #andor series

[elfdragon12]

I know I've spoken about this before, but the morality grandstanding of the first few volumes in IDW1's Robots in Disguise is really grating to me.

Prowl, who is constantly being criticized for how how he's handling things... Is the only one actually doing anything to try to get things under control. Bumblebee is crumbling under the weight of expectations and responsibility. Metalhawk and Starscream are too busy trying to manipulate the narrative and public opinion (Metalhawk is just as guilty as Starscream in this). Yet the feeling I'm getting from the narrative because nearly every character is parroting it is that I'm supposed to not like what Prowl is doing... But, again, he's the only one trying to do anything!

Metalhawk, like many badly written fictional pacifists, is less "standing up for peace" and more "justifying inaction". The situation with Needlenose and Horri-bull beating the NAIL is a perfect example. Bee is in a state where he cannot physically fend the two Decepticons off of the NAIL and neither of them are cowed by his threats. Metalhawk is in a perfect position to use the power of pacifism to talk down the Decepticons, but, rather than choosing to do that, is more focused on judging Bee.

Continuing about Metalhawk, the continual pedestal he's put on despite being a massive hypocrite. Oh, holding grudges against Decepticons is bad! ... Unless it's one that personally wronged him. Then kill him. It's also quite strange how characters have noted more than once that he is actively manipulating NAIL perception of the Autobots, but... No one actually addresses it?? He goes completely unchallenged. Because he's a ~pacifist~ and pacifists will be seen as morally superior.

*Dirge*! In the middle of Megatron's attack and Devastator 2.0 is rampaging, Bumblebee is trying to focus on taking out Megatron, head of the snake and all that. Metalhawk goes on about needing to save Starscream. Dirge, in all of this, tells Bumblebee this is why his government didn't work--he wants revenge on a Decepticon while Metalhawk wants to save a Cybertronian! Excuse me while I bang my head against the wall. This is clearly not about revenge, but stopping an active threat destroying one of the only safe places on Cybertron! Stop Megatron and you save not only Starscream but every other Cybertronian! How blind can you be?!

Further on Dirge, his whole thing about how Prowl killed Bombshell and the Constructicons in cold blood!!11!1! This is a part of the narrative that makes very little sense when you actually think about it. Because, from Dirge's viewpoint, he was a witness to a violent crime and then subjected to a Cerebro-shell. Which Prowl removes. Then Prowl tracks and finds Bombshell and the Constructicons. Now! The Cerebro-shell was already removed, so why Dirge believes Prowl killed them "in cold blood!!!" is confusing to me because... These are mechs hurting people and have victimized him. Now, I could understand Dirge having complex feelings about former allies, but that's never expressed. (Also why he thought they were dead at all when it didn't happen? I don't know, that whole thing didn't make a lot of sense to me.)

The continual comments about Prowl doing things in "cold blood" or being "cold and calculating" when... He's just having to make hard decisions and, because he's a leader, he can't show doubt. (Also suffering from his own trauma that he's shoved down and never been able to address.) Now! In fairness, because of the art, you can tell Prowl hates when people say this about him, but it's never challenged, even by Arcee who has a better perspective on his actions (granted, she's not particularly popular herself at the time either).

Why is anyone upset Ratbat was ~assassinated~? He was actively planning a new fight that would have ruined everything. "It's not the Autobot way"... Um, the Wrecker team, anyone? Mnemosurgery performed by Autobots on Decepticon POWs? Assassination is not worse than mnemosurgery. Y'all really bury your heads in the sand, huh? It's a bit late in the continuity to act like you have real high ground on this kinda thing.

Sideswipe is super gungho to fight and kill Decepticons, but oh no! Arcee killed Ratbat! Someone like you shouldn't be let in to see Bumblebee!

But yeah! Morality in this continuity is pretty screwed up!

#Transformers #IDW1 #rant post #exRID #criticism

[rametarin]

Probably shaking a stick at a bees nest.

Can anyone point to actual cases of unapologetic and unironic Nazi fans in stuff like WH40K?

Because I hear this all the time. And as someone that has always been a video gamer, my entire life, I get the same vibe as those problem glasses wearing revisionists that very generously define everything from, "actual racists and monsters" to, "guy that voted for a republican at one point" as the same kind of scum.

We're told to just take it as fact that the Warhammer 40K fandom is just, "so full of fascists and Nazis and dudebros" and yet the only stories I appear to find are everybody on the bus clapped stories that you totally have to just trust their lived and personal truth bro they totally happened.

So naturally they imagine they must be even 1 out of 20 of the fandom in numbers. You're supposed to just take their word for it of people that would likely lump you in the same pile if you don't, "check your privilege."

Don't get me wrong. A Nazi is a Nazi, and if a person is trying to earnestly speak about some sort of racial inferiority of others, superiority of someone else, and/or similar horse shit, it is what it is.

But I'm seeing a lot of people very quick to just determine A.) "the fandom is just full of fash and Nazis" B.) "I saw a socially maladjusted asshole at the war games table with actual unironic Nazi painted guys" C.) "Therefore we can safely determine there are probably hundreds more hiding."

Are there any compiled lists of consistently vocal nat-soc WH40K fans? Youtubers? Vtubers? Streamers anywhere? Any source of non-anonymous figures where one photo or one encounter where someone could either be just trying to be "funny" and very much not being so, or even someone dressing up as the enemy and disappearing back into anonymity to "prove the cryptid?" Because even a guy like Chris-Chan has a consistent online persona presence.

Give me names. Give me deets. Give me dirt. Where are all the consistent and unapologetic WH40K fan personas to scrutinize if they're actually the bastions of problematic, rather than rumors preceding them? Those enigmatic masses we have to overcompensate for because, "your average 40K fan is a white supremacist"?

[petitelepus]

Can you do a she/they/he Reader/TFA Bee drabble? Nsfw or sfw (I'd like nsfw, but whichever you're more comfortable with :3)

WARNING, I am so SORRY, this turned out to become a little suggestive SFW story, but I hope you like it anyways because it opens doors to potential future chapters!

"What were you thinking?" You asked as you looked down at the small yellow Autobot. Bumblebee glared at you from his seated position against the tree, but you weren't even one bit intimidated by his sad attempt to look tough.

"Honestly, what were you trying to prove? That you can take on a big scary Decepticon all on your own?" You shook your helm in a disappointed manner.

Now Bumblebee could be careless at times and people who knew him would agree with that. He was working on it, he swears, but this was a chance of a lifetime! He had been out on a patrol and had got an AllSpark fragment's signal on his radar. The signal was coming from the forest, one place Bumblebee really disliked, but he knew he could get some recognition if he brought a piece of AllSpark back to the base.

He hadn't been expecting to run into a Decepticon, aka you, who had also found the signal too good to pass. A fight broke out, but you were bigger and stronger than the little yellow Autobot so you had him tied with Stasis Cuffs you carried around in your subspace. A good Con must be prepared for everything, that was your motto.

"So?! I have beaten Blitzbrains in a fight and I could beat you also if you wouldn't cheat, cheater!" Bumblebee shouted at you, but you just kept looking down on him quietly.

"Hmm…"

"What, what is it?!"

"You're cute." You nodded, "For an Autobot."

"Wh- What!?" Bumblebee blushed as he started to fidget as if he had ants running between his armor. You chuckled and sauntered to the Autobot and sat in front of him, to ease the size difference between you guys.

"Back in the good old days, I would take a little one like you out, offer you a good meal, followed by a good time, and then perhaps eat you-!"

"Y- You aren't going to eat me, are you!?" Bumblebee cried out as he tried to create more distance between the two of you, but his back was already firmly against the tree. You blinked, stunned by the Autobot's behavior, but the shock died out quickly.

"Bha ha ha ha!" You laughed, "Do you think I would actually eat you?"

"Well, what did you mean by that then!?"

"You really don't know? You're awfully naive." You noted, "Didn't they teach you about birds and bees back in Autobot Academy?"

"I- I know how interfacing works!" Bumblebee pouted and you smiled. He was a young one and painfully innocent. You grinned as you leaned toward him.

"So you know about fragging." You chuckled lightly, "Tell me little Autobot…" You purred as you traced your sharp servos against his cheek, making sure you weren't cutting him, "Has anyone touched you before? Made you into a stuttering needy mess? Made you want to scream in highest peaks of pleasure?"

"W- Wait-! I don't want-!" The words barely left his mouth and you nodded, "Okay." You said and pulled away from Bumblebee as if touching him burned you. The yellow Autobot blinked and looked at you in shock.

"Wait… You aren't going to force yourself on me?" He asked uncertainly and you scowled, "I'm a Decepticon, not a monster."

"Wow… I just assumed that you Cons would just take what you want." Bumblebee said and you shook your helm, "We have more honor than your Autobot superiors or leaders let you little pawns believe."

"I'm not a pawn!" He pouted and you snorted, "Sure you aren't."

A silence fell between you two and while you weren't really bothered by it, Bumblebee clearly was.

"So, uh…" He looked at you uncertainly, "What are you going to do to me?"

"I could take you as a hostage? It wouldn't be hard at all, and then take you to Lord Megatron so he can… Persuade you to tell the location of your Autobots' base where you are holding AllSpark fragments." You shrugged, "But I kinda like you enough not to bring you back to our base. Chances are that you would never be able to leave the place once I would bring you in."

"Oh…" He blinked, "I- I mean, oh!"

"In fact…" You reached towards Bumblebee and he flinched, thinking you were going to hurt him, but instead of doing so, you unlocked Stasis cuffs and took them off. "As proof of my sincerity, I'll let you go instead of taking you with me."

"Oh… Wait…?" Bumblebee scowled as he rubbed his sore wrists, "If this is one of your schemes to get me to lower my guard and tell you where we keep our AllSpark fragments then you are dead wrong!"

You couldn't roll your optics any harder or else they might have gotten stuck behind your helm. He was so suspicious, but you couldn't really blame him. If you would have been in his position you would probably also act like he was acting.

"Fine." You sighed and pulled out the small piece of AllSpark you had collected. "I'll give this to you as a peace offering."

Bumblebee blinked and looked at the shard in your hand. Carefully, like a shy wild animal, he reached for the piece and immediately jumped back once he got it. He looked at the shard and then at you. "You're awfully kind- No, weird for a Decepticon. What are you plotting?"

"Plotting?" You hummed thoughtfully, "Nothing really? I'm just a nice guy?"

"You're a Decepticon. There is no way your intentions are any good!"

"Really?" You pouted, "I don't think I'm that mean?"

"If you are as nice as you claim to be then why are you a Decepticon? Why do you want to enslave people?" Bumblebee asked and you had the guts to smile at him.

"My dream is that one day we can all live peacefully together." You confessed with a small hopeful smile. "I am sure Lord Megatron will make my dream come true so I keep supporting the Decepticon cause."

Bumblebee stared at you in wonder. He had never heard a Con speak like you were speaking. You sounded genuine about your goals, but could they really be that sincere? Should he ask?

"Aah, but I have been wasting too much of my precious time here!" You wailed dramatically as you turned your back to the yellow Autobot, ready to leave, "I have to return and let Lugnut know that I failed to obtain the AllSpark fragment. Aah, he is going to nag at me…!"

"Wait!" Bumblebee called and you stopped and looked at him, "What is it?"

"W- what did you mean by eating me?" He asked and you blinked before you burst out laughing. "After our serious conversation that is all you are thinking?"

"I- It's your fault for speaking about birds and bees as if I know nothing!" He shouted, his face bright red and burning from embarrassment.

"Oh, there are so many things I wanna do to you, my cute little Autobot. If you want to learn more…" You grinned and winked at him, "You know where to find me."

#phoenix-inanis #transformers #reader #reader insert #tfa #transformers animated #bumblebee #suggestive #writing #my writing #drabble #LONG DRABBLE #I got too excited to write about Con!Reader #Enjoy!

[mermaidsirennikita]

NOW WE'RE AT THE BEGINNING OF AUTUMN. WHAT ARE YOUR TOP 5 FILM RELEASES OF 2022 THUS FAR?

LMAO WHAT EVEN HAS RELEASED IN 2O22, FRIEND???

but for real:

Everything, Everywhere All At Once--obviously, laid my soul bare, featured some of the best performances I've seen ever, was just an incredible flawless movie

Prey--another movie dominated by an amazing performance, I'm shocked by how much I loved it, just a super intense movie that I watched .... repeatedly.... and love so much

Mr. Malcolm's List--a total surprise, because I thought I'd hate it and it was actually kinda perfect? and there's why you always try it before you judge it lol, just a really lovely and sweepingly romantic movie that also managed to be lowkey hilarious at points

Do Revenge--this movie was funny, this movie was well-written, this movie perfectly encapsulated obsessive teen girl drama and tension and my only criticism is that it should've been a romance between Drea and Eleanor but that twist? perfection

Through My Window--okay I'm actually going to put this in the last spot because LMAO HOW WAS THIS THE SUPERIOR EROTIC EUROPEAN FILM OF THE YEAR??? and yet... it was. when that boy almost died by swimming pool allergies??? the "haha just gonna get fingered while sleeping between him and his little brother" scene"? THE ASS EATING??? iconic and complete with a happy ending.

Honorable Mentions:

The Invitation--or, "how I learned to stop caring about the vampirism and enjoy the vibe" which is what EVIE SHOULD HAVE DONE. nonetheless, wish fulfillment sexy vampire shenanigans, we stan

The Batman--the only Batman movie I've legit loved lol. I didn't know how to feel about this on first viewing but after... multiple other viewings, I kinda love the emo kid take on Bruce Wayne... so much. and the BatCat chemistry was incredible. in general, a lowkey funny movie with great performances and ROMANCE in a superhero movie!!!

Bodies Bodies Bodies--this movie took me by surprise in that it was fucking hilarious and very well done. I did not like or get Bee... at all, but everyone else was great. I laughed my ass off.

Elvis--an absolute glitter bomb a movie that wasn't without its flaws but is soooo worth watching for the Baz visuals but especially the Austin performance

Thor: Love and Thunder--this shit was just a good time and I fucking love those screaming goats so much

#no the only 2022 releases i've enjoyed but like.... 5 more than you asked for HOORAY