#don't want to put a spotlight on 'em

[weebsinstash]

As much as I want to have children by this man, let's take a moment to sip our platonic yandere Miguel juice

-i can't decide which sex he'd be more partial to in a 'child'/you since in the movie there was Gabriella but in the comics he eventually has a son who becomes the next Spiderman but--

-as a girl i just naturally think of a lot of those sorts of gender specific ideas 👉👈 he's this big scary hulking intimidating threat and his "daughter" is the one melting his cold exterior

-doesnt matter if you're a grown ass woman, Miguel sees you struggling to braid your hair and suddenly here he is, full dad mode, doing it for you,and depending on how close you two are, maybe he disguises it with "ugh, stop spending so much time messing around with that. If I do it for you will you get back to work? 🙄", but really it's just your new self proclaimed dad/tio wanting to help braid your hair and help you feel pretty and, oh, how he can fondly remember the last time he helped braid "his daughter's" hair...

-of course this evolves to him just loving to do things with your hair. Braid it, wear it natural, style it, use products on it, hes got you. you were just trying to put your hair in a lazy updo like a ponytail or bun and this man doesn't let you leave until he's got you completely combed out, hair braided with ribbons, and of course this entire time youre awkwardly sitting there in a chair in his absolute cave of a workstation with this gargantuan 6'9 man there, "so how was your day? Staying out of trouble?"

-really I mean. Is stealing other people's kids NOT technically in character for him. You're unfortunate enough to trauma bond with this man and you're never getting rid of him

-you hear Miles Morales call him tio (as in the tio meaning dude) and you jokingly teasingly start calling him tio, which Miguel secretly pretends is the version that means uncle. You're just constantly joking around or looking up at him with these big pouty eyes, "but tio 🥺 can't I PLEASE--" and its like. Lmao people know that if they need to ask Miguel for a favor, that it increases their chances to have you ask in their stead

- I mean, as a female adult abused as a child by my own father, raised by a single mom myself, like...

Reader flinches away when Peter B goes to give you a supportive pat on the back or comes in for a high five after a mission and you force yourself to laugh because you're feeling more than just a little awkward and in the spotlight. "Oh, sorry, that was dumb!" And they eventually get you to kind of anxiously word vomit "my dad used to just kind of, rough me up sometimes when I did something wrong! It-it could've been a lot worse honestly, but, it-it just makes me kinda jumpy around guys sometimes! It's not a big deal, or personal or anything. I'm sorry if I made you feel bad 🥺"

Peter B, Jessica, and Miguel all there as older parental figures and also literal parents, immediately exchange looks and agree like "oh hell naw, don't like that" and you get silently adopted by all three of em right then and there

-if it's a physically abusive father and you're still the victim of abuse, I imagine your dad had some suspicious figures suddenly show up in the middle of the night to terrify and threaten the shit out of him and suddenly you aren't getting as manhandled anymore

-can you imagine, like, you show up to Spider Society one day with a black eye "oh, this? It's, it's nothing. My dad is just, he's about to make police captain and he's really stressed about it is all" cue all your friends mentally high fiving around the table because your abusive piece of shit dad is going to die and you don't even know. When it happens they'll all be "oh no, sweetie, I'm SOOOO sorry :(" meanwhile they're thrilled bc now you don't have any parents and they can weasel in there as your new family, schedule your birthday parties, monopolizing more of your time, things like that

-goddd I just imagine it could become some kind of weird fucked up enmeshed scenario where the structure it's providing for your life is actually good for you meanwhile Miguel is like, retroactively kind of soothing some of his trauma both from his own childhood and what happened with the second universe he broke that it's just like. You're a grown ass adult and this man is tucking you in goodnight and saying "te amo, mija" at the doorway and you bet his ass is going to stand there and not let you sleep until you say it back. He knows you're just absolutely seething at him and he'll still refuse to leave without a grumbling "te amo, papá 🙄"

-He eventually just has you doing so much shit and depending on him so much that it starts to become second nature to you. one day you're in the Society doing one of the odd jobs you're allowed to help with and suddenly you're thinking, "Ugh I actually don't know what to do next, I wish Papá was here to-- WAIT SHIT NO I MEAN MIGUEL--"

-lmaooooo as a non Spanish speaker I keep thinking of how awwwwwful it would be if he actually forces you to learn Spanish. Not inherently because there's anything wrong with Spanish, but, I'm not always smart, and I can just SEE him quizzing your ass, forcing you to have entire conversations in Spanish, always clicking his tongue or chuckling at you when you make a mistake and he just thinks you're so cute struggling to learn 🥰 man hears you're trying to take extra lessons from Miles and he instantly drops everything he's doing to go track the little scamp down. Insert meme "I can forgive being an anomaly but I draw the line at teaching Reader bad Spanish"

-siiiiiiigh eventually the day comes when you're in big danger and you need his help, maybe you disobeyed him and was hanging out with some other Spiders in another dimension when there was a sudden villain attack, and he comes to your rescue as a villain does something dramatic like has a gun to your head or a knife to your neck and the second you see him you're just overwhelmed wirh a sense of relief, calling out for him, calling him dad/tio/papá whatever, and he's just like 😭❤️ pumping his fist internally, like YES you are so grounded when you get back home but also 🥰 you finally called him dad without him having to twist your arm 🥰 nevermind if the "villain" who kidnapped you was actually a Spider who owed him a favor, and this whole thing was to teach you a lesson about listening to your Papá, that's not important ❤️

-Miguel who forces you to learn Spanish vs Miguel who forces you to be Catholic. I can excuse kidnapping and forced adoption but I draw the line at making me practice religion 💀 no but seriously, he probably does have certain morals and values he instills/forces upon you if he thinks you need them, and he'll probably be one of those fathers, "are you leaving the house dressed like that? Go change" and orders you not to hang out with certain people he doesn't approve of or thinks have bad character (like hobie lmao)

-bruh you two will be on a super serious important mission and this man will be like "it's dark, hold my hand so we dont get separated"

Eventually it comes to a point where you're, not perfectly behaved but, just about. If someone finds Miguel, it means you're not very far away, or vice versa. Members of the Society quickly learn not to make any advances on you or make any "adult" comments unless they want to get suspiciously hurt during a personal training session by the big boss himself. You think you're safe just cause Miguel isn't around? Nah, cause then you have Peter B and Jess keeping an eye on you, and, not that YOU'RE aware of the extent, but, if Miguel ever gets worried, he can just ask Lyla what you've been getting up to, since your modified little daypass has her installed into it and she can track your every move ❤️ helicopter parent? Oh honey, you have NO idea...

#yandere miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #yandere x reader #yandere spiderverse #yandere stuff #sinprompts

[its-short-for-jackalope]

And so continues the saga of...

Jack Attempting to Learn Cartoonier Styles With Beloved Characters From Pulp Musicals!

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>> reblogs are epic, please don't repost!

First up is Samuel Stratford, of course. (my boy!!!! <3 ) I'm realizing that my best attempts at drawing less detailed/realistically happen when I'm sketching Real Damn Small, lmao. Can't put ridiculous amounts of details in if there's nowhere to put 'em!

Next is Rose Stratford. (freaking love her. <3 ) Fun fact: most of the outfits I have saved on my inspo/reference board for Rose have hats but I hardly ever draw her in them because hats are hard and they intimidate me. 😅

Benjamin Park!!!!! Love this guy. Even when he sucks. ♡ I have only drawn him a handful of times, most of which you're seeing right now, lol. The biggest struggle w/ Benjamin that I wanted to get ahead of right outta the gate is making sure he doesn't look exactly the same as Herschel.

I think I've figured out the direction I'm gonna take with him, which mostly relies on my personal headcanon that Benjamin is just So Tired™ from his never-ending work as editor, and having to constantly wrangle both his boss and his best friend. He drinks soooo much coffee and is stressed all the time. rip.

aaaaand last but certainly not least is the Narrator!!! In the movie/animation that plays in my head whenever I listen to Pulp, the Narrator shows up as a cool hologram dude chilling with M.A.I.A. to hang out and jam. he usually lets our heroes take the lead, but I love when he gets some time in the spotlight, too. 😊💙

#jack jabbers #pulp musicals #pulp musicals fanart #pulp musicals episode 1 #the great moon hoax #tgmh #pulp musicals tgmh #samuel stratford #rose stratford #stratford twins #benjamin park #the narrator #matt dahan #traditional art #sketching #sketches #pencil sketch #artists on tumblr

[kennarose1108]

Elvis Presley (MOVIE) x Reader !ANGST/FLUFF!

"Honey he's alright." Your mom reassured you, grabbing your knee as you were continuously bouncing your leg. But your mom was wrong.. Elvis did not look alright and she knew it. He was sweating profusely, even more than usual and he just looked sick and tired. "I'd like to turn the house lights up." Elvis said into the mic after he finished singing.

You have an awful feeling in your stomach. You and Elvis had been married for a long time now and you knew when something was wrong... And something was defiantly wrong.

"'Cause now that you've seen me, I'd like to take a look at you." Your leg continues to bounce as your anxiety rises. "Oh you're beautiful.. Thank you." He smiles before making eye contact with you. "We've got some high-rollers in here tonight... Starting off with my beautiful wife, Y/N L/N." He put his hand out to you, guiding the audience to where you were. Your eyes squinted as the blinding light of the spotlight hit you. You smiled the best you could and waved, still feeling uneasy. "Yeah.. Yeah she's beautiful." He mumbled into the mic. "And let's not forget Mr International Hotel himself." Elvis pointed out, the blinding light leaving you.

"See? He's alright." Your mom mumbled again, barely believing her own words. "No.. No there's something wrong." You mumble, shaking your head. "And right next to him, is my so-called manager, Colonel Tom Parker." So-called? What did that mean? "But I hear rumors that Colonel is an alien." Your eyes widen. "Is.. Is he high?" Your mother mumbles.

He looked like a rabid dog, sweat beating off his face, glaring at the Colonel, taking peoples drinks and drinking it right in front of them. The audience didn't find his behavior to be off putting but oh did you. You knew something was wrong the moment he stepped on stage. He had taken longer to get on stage than usual and he came out sweating... Which never happened. He was always very posh and clean before shows. "Somebody call the FBI and tell 'em that he has abducted me, that he has locked me in the golden cage, to keep me here forever with you, ladies and gentlemen." Tears swelled in your eyes, he looked so miserable and tired that it broke your heart.

"So I'm caught in a trap.. I can't get out..." He began to slur his song while stumbling around the stage. You started to breathe heavily and sweat yourself, feeling your anxiety get higher and higher. "'Cause Colonel's got some big debts, baby." You gasp along with the crowd before shooting your head over to your mother and she grabbed your arm in a comforting way. The saw the Colonel get up and begin to walk away. "Well, this is the last show I'm ever playing here." The audience groans in sadness.

"I'm gonna get on my jet plane... With my uh.. My beautiful wife. And I'm gonna fly away." Your body was shaking. He was staring at the ceiling and slurring words as he was obviously very confused and delirious. He started mumbling more on 'flying away' before- "Fuck the International." You gasp again. "And Las Vegas." You didn't know if you were allowed to get up and go backstage but you wanted to. You wanted to get up and pull him off stage but you knew there was a good chance of you getting in trouble.

"Ain't no one gonna stop me, man." You looked back at your mother. "What do we do?" You ask. Your mothers mouth opened to say something but nothing came out, she was just as confused and scared as you were. Elvis then turned to his left and scoffed. "Oh! Security. Security!" He yells out. He then starts to babble until he grabs one of the guitarists microphones and starts yelling 'security' over and over again.

"800 shows! You don't have a goddamn passport, you son of a bitch!" As you watched the curtains fall down the stage that was your cue to get the hell up. You quickly got up with your mother calling for you, telling you to come back. "You are fired!" You ran to the stairs of the backstage. "You are fired!" You finally made it to the backstage but before you could run on stage Jerry grabbed you. "Let me go!" You yelled while trying to shove him. "Y/N don't. He's not well right now." You tried to fight him but the sound of his screams cause you to freeze in place.

"YOU'RE FIRED!" Your blood ran cold. You had heard Elvis angry before... But nothing like this. He mumbled something to the Colonel before walking off stage, dropping the mic in the process. "Jerry let go!" You elbowed him and he finally did. You sped walk after Elvis with Jerry following you.

You found Elvis in a spare room in the building on a couch but as you were going to walk in his father grabbed you and stopped you. "Y/N don't." "Y'know I'm sick of all of you telling me what to do. He's my husband and I want to make sure he's alright." "Well he's not alright." You stared at him. "What happened?" You asked. Jerry and him gave each other looks and you glared at both of them. "What. Happened." You asked again. "Elvis passed out before the show." Your eyes widened. "So we shot him up and Morphine and-" "MORPHINE?! Are you insane!?" You yell.

"The Colonel wanted-" "The Colonel? Are you really that spineless?! You let that bastard tell you what was best for your son!?" You yell. He looked down at the floor, ashamed of himself.

With all the yelling you were doing Elvis noticed. He looked at the door which was slightly open to see you yelling at his father. "Y/N... Y/N.." He mumbled out. You heard him calling for you (somehow) and you turned your head to the inside of the room to see him calling for you, his arms reaching out to you. You push past Vernon and you walk into the room, walking over to him and sitting down next to him. He wrapped his arms around your torso and rested his head on your chest while you put your hands on his head, running your fingers through his hair.

"You look beautiful tonight..." He mumbled. You chuckle with tears swelling in your eyes. "Thank you baby.." You say while placing a kiss on his head. "...How do you feel?" You ask. "I'm tired." He mumbles against your skin. "Want me to help you to your room?" You ask. He nodded and sluggishly pulled away from you. You stood up and grabbed his arm, helping him up and putting his arm around your shoulders.

He leaned on you and stumbled the entire time until you made it to your bedroom. You placed him on the bed and stood in front of him. "Can you get dressed by yourself? Or do you need help." You ask. Elvis chuckles, "Trying to get me naked Mrs Presley?" You roll your eyes and grab his pajamas, throwing it at him. "Get dressed you weirdo." You say while walking off into the bathroom. You did your business in the bathroom and got dressed before walking out. You saw Elvis in his pajamas but his face was in his hands. You walked over to the bar and grabbed a glass and some water. You pour the water in the glass and walk over to Elvis. "Here... Drink this." He looks up at you and grabs the drink. He mumbled 'thank you' before chugging down the water.

"You should lie down... Get some rest. Hopefully you feel better in the morning." You say while placing your hand on his forehead to check for a fever. He placed the glass on his nightstand and he grabbed your hand, kissing your knuckles and resting his cheek against your hand. "You're an Angel... A Godsend.." You smile and bend down to kiss his head. "I love you. Now go to bed, you seem tired." You say while pulling away and going to your side of the bed.

You both lie down and immediately he grabs you and pulls you against him. "I love you. You're perfect." He mumbles.

:)

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[xstarlightxstarbrightx]

Kaeya headcanons

i'm speedrunning this before work while my breakfast is cooking so BEAR WITH ME, i have SO MANY thoughts on my bbgrl

current list of h/c's: - ice skater kaeya, i will die on this hill. will have a post abt that one day b/c there's so much to it that i want to scream abt and Thoughts (tm) to be had (like him getting flustered??? OUGH i need to restrain myself) - speaking of flustered, he's really good at keeping his cool (pun fully intended, fight me) and he typically is the one who CAUSES the flustering. smooth af and KNOWS it - he likes to cause chaos and mayhem. a bit of a gremlin. mischievous man. perhaps a tad prankster in his bones. playful teasing bastard and has a lot of fun w/ it. - cold hands. nothing more. - when push comes to shove, Kaeya's the guy w/ the plan. like genuinely he's incredibly strategic and has the main plan, and like two or three back up plans. it's not even like an anxiety thing he just wants to be prepared, and he makes them up pretty last minute. - he's kind of an assassin-style character, y'know? not as much of a main fighter as he is a sneaky backstabber. roguish and charming but can and will yeet u type deal right??? - LOYAL to a GODDAMN FAULT. i TRULY believe this man's loyalty is unshakeable. like he'd do anything to the people he cherishes the most. and if he perceives u as a threat??? a threat to the things he cares about?????? ur on the list now and there's no escape. - incredibly perceptive! like he's really good at getting information from people already, but i feel like that just makes it a lot easier for him to notice when Something Is Up. it's hard to catch him unawares. - kaeya's great and i love him but he doesn't love himself and i'm sorry this man definitely feels like he's got really bad self esteem. Like he KNOWS he can get shit done, but he has a hard time believing that anyone likes him and probably has trust issues b/c of it. - i also feel like he doesn't like the spotlight? like specifically Kaeya; if he needs to put on a persona for the spotlight, it doesn't phase him bc he's good at hiding behind a persona. but the moment Actual Kaeya gets spotlight he's like a bit of a mess and nervous and would just rathe people enjoy themselves. essentially just doesn't want the spotlight. - abandonment issues. i don't need to explain this one. - kaeya puts on the air of an anti-hero but he's a quiet paragon himself. literally helps people out of habit and while he jokes abt it he doesn't actually expect anything in return and literally forgets he helped ppl bc it's just so engrained in his brain. - epitome of "sorry i had feelings, i'll replace em w/ jokes right away" - not the best cook tbh? like he can make some GOOD snacks (chicken mushroom skewers, a fried egg, simple stuff like that) but ask him to cook actual meals and he's at a loss for food prep and has no idea how to time everything in the dish. - emotionally available but only for other ppl. cannot and will not express his own emotions bc of aforementioned anxieties; but u wanna talk to him abt shit? he's all ears and will comfort u like a bbgrl. - this is less of a h/c but actually canon, and that's just that Kaeya's lonely. i genuinely think he wants to be around ppl but he feels like they wouldn't like the real him :(( - on that note, i WILL say that, despite his playfulness, this man is a romantic at heart??? like he probably LOVES poetry and writing and music, and the only reason he makes light of it is b/c he thinks it's funny and also to make people underestimate him. he would probably die for the opera performances in Fontaine tbh. OKAY,,, i've gotta hurry up and wrap this post bc i have work soon but please here thank u this is my bbgrl kaeya i love him so much. he has been in my main party since day one and like i'm beyond attached to this lil shit, like PLEASE HIS VOICELINES ARE SO GOOD. i will talk more abt my kaelumi h/c's and explain how things go in my "canon", b/c i'm trying to go in order of how all the poly met each other. WHICH means that Zhongli's next!!! b/c ofc i'm going to scream abt him, my friend's playing his archon quest and letting me watch it again and i'm taking so many notes its not even FUNNY.

#kaeya alberich #genshin kaeya #genshin impact kaeya #kaeya headcanons #my lil mondstadt bbgrl #i am obsessed with him #like he's so cute #i cannot fathom disliking him #its ok if u do tho #i aint gonna judge #he's sassy and not everyone likes sassy #but i do #i like it a lot #i like him a lot #i think abt him a normal amount #totally normal thoughts

[ratsaresoslay]

Totally Magnetic Performance!

Huening kai x fem reader song fiction.

Part 1/2

A kpop songfic!! ✨️

Age rating - Any age! ♡

No warnings! Enjoy!

Totally Magnetic Performance,

        (Ft. IVE, Illit, Le Sserafim, Enhyphen, and TxT)

I stood on the stage, carefully striking a delicate pose as I waited for the spotlight to turn on. I was a soloist, performing a cover of Magnetic by my favorite kpop group, Illit, at a multigroup event. I was thrilled that they gave me permission to.

Suddenly the light turned on, brightly lighting up the stage and the light shining on my bright pink baby doll dress, making me stand out from my background dancers who were adorned with white.        

I threw a quick glance at the audience of thousands of people, as they erupted into cheers, looking around for the one person I wanted to see, the one that stood out the most to me out of all the TxT members.

He was right in the front row with all the other Kpop groups or soloists that were performing today.

Wonyoung and Rei, from IVE, who were sitting next to them, gave me reassuring smiles, a thumbs up from Wonyoung, and a heart from Rei. I smiled a little because of them and got myself ready.

The music turned on and I realized what time it was, as the familiar thrilling fear of performance washed over me.

I turned to the audience from my pose on the side, and placed a finger over my ear monitor mic, starting.

“Baby, I'm just trying to play it cool,” I cutely said, looking directly at Kai, “But I just can't hide that I want you.”

        His other members spotted the interaction and immediately started teasing him, especially Beomgyu.

“Wait a minute, 이게 뭐지?” I said, starting to dance, carefully making sure all my footwork was completed, “내 심장이 lub-dub, 자꾸만 뛰어,”

I shifted my glance from Kai to the drone camera in front of me for a moment as it was recording, and Leeseo caught my vision, as she mouthed ‘wink.’

“저 멀리서도, oh, my, gosh,” I smiled, winking at him, as my background vocals chimed in, “끌어당겨, you're my crush, 초능력처럼”

I remembered a previous thing that Liz told me prior to the performance while doing my makeup backstage.

        “Make sure to work on those expressions,” She said, dabbing some concealer under my eyes, “Make ‘em as cute as you can!”

“거대한 자석이 된 것만 같아 my heart.” I said, with a seemingly cute pout.

“네 모든 게 내 맘에 달라붙어버려, boy, we're magnetized, 인정할게,”

This is when the stage lights started to hurt my eyes, and I glanced at the stage manager

In my view, blinking twice to quickly signal that the lights need to be toned down.

I breathed in deeply, getting ready for the chorus, the lights dimming down to a soft yellow color and shining on just where I was, instead of the whole stage so that my background dancers wouldn’t be seen.

“This time, I want,” I sang, with as much emotion and charisma as I could possibly get out of me, “You, you, you, you, like it's magnetic!”

        Please, please, notice me. I thought, and just at that moment the person I’d been focusing all my attention on had finally caved in, covering his face with his hands as he got teased mercilessly by the rest of his group, which I found hilarious.

“You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, super 이끌림” I said, focusing intently on the hand motions that took me ages to get and how I scratched myself in the process multiple times. “You, you, you, you, like it's magnetic You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, super 이끌림”

‘Oh my god’ I thought, ‘His smile is the only thing keeping me from running off this stage right now,’

I put all my emotion into dancing during the chorus, the audience, along with you-know-who, chiming into singing it, with a lot more enthusiasm than I expected for a song that wasn’t mine.

“Baby, don't say no!” I chirped, my voice cracking slightly from the improper breath control that I didn’t recover from while dancing, and I made a mental note to properly take the breaths after the next chorus, and continued like it never happened. The lights turned brightly on again, but it was okay, my eyes didn’t hurt now. “정반대 같아 our type, 넌 J, 난 완전 S와 N 극이지만, 그래서 끌리지”

In my personal opinion, I really should have paid more attention to what Illit was doing from the beginning. Actually, that was a bad, bad idea. If I’d stared at them any longer, I would probably have burst out laughing. They kept making funny versions of the dance moves and mocking me in a way that close friends do.

“내가 만들래 green light, 여잔 배짱이지” I was a little tired at this point, but, oh well, “So let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go.”

‘Pre-chorus time!’, I thought, glancing back at Kai.

“숨기고 싶지 않아 자석 같은 my heart.” I said, as I winked again, “내 맘의 끌림대로 너를 향해 갈게, boy”

Suddenly, Wony leaned over closely and whispered something in his ear, making him somewhat blush. A tinge of jealousy washed over me.

“We're magnetized, 인정할게” I sang, shutting my eyes tightly for a moment, it was probably a misunderstanding, and that’s not what I should be focused on. I needed to still carry on, “This time, I want, You, you, you, you, like it's magnetic! You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, super 이끌림.”

They were talking and giggling like they were close friends and I absolutely hated it. I know she only means well, but still, it hurts to see one of your best friends talking to the guy you liked.

‘You, you, you, you, like it's magnetic.” I sang, the jumping movements always are the fun ones, “You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, super 이끌림”

I’m going to push through this performance no matter what!

“No push and pull, 전속력으로 너에게 갈게” I sang, my background vocals coming in with  “in a rush, in a rush”

The taller girl suddenly pointed at me, and Kai smiled, looking at me and then quickly at Wony again. I was burning with anger hidden behind a happy face.

“Our chemistry, 난 과몰입해 지금 순간에.” I said, pointing nowhere in particular, but sort of in the general direction of him, and mouthed with my background vocals,  “Baby, you're my crush, you're my crush.”

And contrary to the beginning of the performance, he was indifferent to what I just sang directly at him, the most subtle hint I’d ever given in my entire career.

“No push and pull, 네게 집중 후회는 안 할래.”  Tears stung my eyes, and I tried to blink them away, but they lingered in my eyes for longer than I intended, blurring my vision. I looked away from them and my gaze ran through the audience, and the cameras, and other groups that I really should have been giving my attention to this whole time. I didn’t, and wasn’t planning to look at them for the rest of the performance. “Never holding back, 직진해, yeah”

        I paused for a moment, taking a deep breath, as two background dancers briefly lifted me up, “This time, I want, you, you, you, you, like it's magnetic! You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, super 이끌림” Doing the special choreo for the end of the song, “You, you, you, you, like it's magnetic, You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, super 이끌림”

        I pushed myself to the limit, through the chorus, showing the world as much emotion, energy and love through this last bit of performance as I could. After all, I needed to distract myself. “Like it’s magnetic!”

        The electric chorus continued and I harmonized with it, as I saw Wony and Kai had disappeared somewhere, and I didn’t know where. But at this point, that didn���t matter to me, the only thing that did matter was that I finished this performance, and got off this stage without breaking down.

        “Baby, don’t say no!” I finished, striking the ending pose, and holding the pose for a few seconds, before the music stopped, my background dancers dispersed, and the lights went back to normal. The crowd immediately started cheering, and finally the haze of being in a performance went away, as I returned to reality. “Thank you, everybody!” I said, walking off stage, and into the backstage.

        Once I had safely gotten off the stage and made my way down, I was greeted by a lot of the idols performing soon, or whoever was backstage for whatever reason, and their congratulations.

        “Oh. My. God,” Wonhee gushed, “You were literally so cute up there. I have no regrets letting you do the song, that was amazing!”

        I saw Wonyoung and Kai in the background and averted my gaze from them, ignoring them.

        “You said it,” Moka said, slightly pushing Wonhee aside, and wrapping me in a hug, “Your cover of the song opened up another perspective to us, it was so cool!”

        “Also, the fact that your breath control was better than most of us,” A voice said from behind me, “Your vocals were so stable.”

        “Oh!” I exclaimed, turning around on my heel, “Jungwon, hi! I didn’t think Enhyphen was performing today! It’s great to see you!”

        “Great to see you too,” He said, walking near to the entrance to the stage which the rest of Enhyphen had gathered near, “And turns out at the last minute we’re performing. And we’re next. See you, little sis,”

        “Oh, good luck!” I said, as they went up the stairs, “Bye!”

        For the next ten minutes, I was being bombarded by Le Sserafim, NewJeans, and other groups or soloists.

“Hey, (Y/n)-” Kai started walking towards me, but I quickly turned away and started another conversation with Eunchae.

I finally managed to leave the room and went into the hallway where the dressing rooms were, and looked around, making sure nobody was around, popped a coin into the nearby vending machine and grabbed the grape soda that fell down, before sinking to the floor next to the a vending machine, and breaking down.

I tilted my head upwards to prevent my tears from overflowing, but it was too late, I was already crying.

Why was I even crying, I should have known this would happen. Of course the person I’d liked since I was eleven or twelve liked my friend. She was everything I wasn’t, of course. Tall, extremely slim, gorgeous, pale, mature. Of course he’d like the older girl, what makes me any special?

I gripped my hair as more tears of frustration rolled down my cheeks. I shut my blurry eyes tightly, and reached down to grab my can of soda. I popped open the cap and chugged the entire can in one go, the bubbliness of the soda stung the back of my throat, as I threw the empty can to the parallel end of the hallway with a scream of rage, as it clattered against the wall.

“Gosh, (Y/n).” I heard Kai’s voice say, as I quickly wiped away my tears and shut off my emotions completely, standing back up as he picked up the empty purple can, and approached me, his playful expression turning concerned once he saw that I’d been desperately trying to hide my face. “Wait, are you okay?”

(Stay tuned for part 2!!)

#huening kai x reader #huening kai x you #huening kai x y/n #magnetic illit #songfic #kpop #Slay rats #Kpop songfic #Idol! Reader #Txt x reader #txt #le sserafim #eunchae #moka #illit #illit moka #wonhee #lee wonhee #ive wonyoung #ive #leeseo #ive rei #rei #enhyphen #jungwon #beomgyu #tomorrow x together #huening kai

[magnus-vitalis]

Not sure I mentioned it on this account but my old one was deleted or something so allow me to explain something brief before going into this post.

I am a big fan of Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss. I love animation with a passion, and have been taking film classes for 2 years now to become a director so I may make my own cartoons. I helped to fund the Ramshackle pilot (which some may not know, but the webcomic is fantastic, highly recommend it) and I quite enjoyed Long Gone Gulch pilot and currently enjoy Murder Drones. Indie animation recently has been excellent.

That said, I want to mention Lackadaisy.

Oh Lackadaisy, if only I had the words to express just how much I adore you! This pilot comes from a webcomic that started when I was like, a toddler, sometime in the early 2000s (I am 18 now but that's irrelivent). Lackadaisy's pilot came out last week on YouTube, I caught it 6 hours after it uploaded, and let me tell you.

It began, Rocky was introduced first, and I just fell in love. Rocky is such a wonderful character, a thespian, a lunatic in a way, oh I just love him dearly! His friends Ivy and Freckles? Perfect sweethearts, love em to death, but this post isn't about that.

I wanted to make this post because people are (supposedly) comparing Lackadaisy to Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss. Truthfully I haven't seen any of the comparisons, only people mentioning them, and I'd like to explain why I think the comparisons are being made.

I belive the reason the comparisons are happening, even though they are VERY different from each other, is that Hazbin Hotel came first. It was a pilot that got so much attention, so much love and adoration along with plenty of controversy, but this combined gave it popularity. Hazbin Hotel got ATTENTION. It was an indie animation, but it was of good quality and decently entertaining, even if it was a bit offensive to some, but to do well you have to take risks.

Hazbin Hotel, with it's popularity, had quickly brought attention to indie animation. People started to notice that, hey, anyone can make something, and with enough effort, it can be GOOD! And with that, animators started taking risks. They decided to risk putting time, effort, money, everything they had into making a pilot, just one, but one would be enough, one is all they needed, because now indie animators had people's attention. People wanted more. More unique, fun shows made by people who would put in the effort, the soul needed to make something good. Streaming service don't do that anymore. They want to play it safe, stick to what we know, which is why there are so many ugly, low quality adult animations, but nothing as good as Lackadaisy.

Hazbin Hotel, though fairly controversial, brought indie amination out of the dark and into the spotlight. It paved the way for animators to make something they have always wanted to make but were to afraid to do, or to even make something new they never would have thought about if it weren't for the sudden love indie animation was receiving.

Another thing, I noticed people calling Hazbin Hotel "bad" animation wise, and I'd like to add: it's not. It isn't bad, it's just not to some folk's preferences, and that's okay. Hazbin Hotel's pilot was sharp, fast, a little strange, but it wasn't bad. The animation to me feels more modern, like they were Taki g advantage of what you can do with computers in animation now, meanwhile Lackadaisy feels nostalgic, smooth, soft, comforting, like the old hand-drawn new frame every time old Disney type animation, and of course that's going to recieve more positive feedback, nostalgia and comfort always do.

All of the indie pilots you see on YouTube are good in their own way. Hazbin Hotel was so good it got picked up by A24 and is therefore no longer indie! Each show, each pilot, has been excellent in their own ways, and each one deserves all the love it can get. We should all stop worrying about which is better, which might be too offensive, and focus on which ones we like. You can ignore the ones you don't like and focus your love on the ones you do like, in fact you'll be happier if you do that!

The era of indie animation is here, and it going to be excellent. Please, go show your love for the indie animations of your choice. They deserve the love.

I am so happy we can live in a time with such quality, but I am also sad that there isn't many willing to fund these creators.

Sorry for the rambling, I am just feeling very passionately right now. Animation has been my dream longer than I can remember.

#animation #indie animation #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #ramshackle #lackadaisy #long gone gulch #murder drones #youtube #cartoons

[ladylooch]

Lio being mic’d up at one Timo hockey games when he’s like 5. It’s the cutest thing ever.

This would be cute!

But Em and T would not be okay with that. They really shelter Lio from the media and fans. Things are not good for Emma when she is pregnant and after she has Lio. Lots of mean things said about her in the comments section. So, after that, they don't want Lio put in that kind of a spotlight, or set him up for that kind of scrutiny.

#tm: loving & leaving

[jonayariley]

so i have been curious for the longest time since the couple was revealed in all your projects, and its piqued, idk if you've answered something like this before so if so just throw me the link if needed but i must know your elchixie thoughts.

like the hows, the whys, what hc's based off canon, fanon, whatever you have for em just, ramble bout em, i find myself curious on many a crackship and the urge to poke brains on the reasonings for em (and no offense i just, don't think i can go through so many fic chapters to learn some info on this ship sorry)

Oh boy oh boy you sure did come to the right place! I may have talked about this in other places, but idk that I've ever have someone just outright ask, and I think you'd probably be sifting through mostly commentary on Friendsim 2 to find any details and that's like... hours of video to watch, so this ask was a good idea!

I guess the heart of why I love the Elwurd/Chixie dynamic so much is a combination of "I can fix her" and "they should have talked." Allow me to elaborate!

Elwurd

So, I really like the idea of exploring how characters can grow and change (or, conversely, refuse to change) over time. When I was writing my Hiveswap novels (and I later carried this over to Friendsim 2, but those came first so they get first credit here), I really wanted to explore how Elwurd could evolve as a character. Like, in the original Friendsim and Hiveswap games she's kinda one-note - not, like, bad or anything... just she's gay and flirty and she's kinda a jerk sometimes. But there's only so much you can do with a character in a short visual novel route and a handful of dialogue boxes as a side character in an adventure game.

But I wanted to explore the idea of how Elwurd's outward "fuck everyone else" attitude might be something she puts up as a way of not having to deal with the horrors of her reality. The combination of being expected to support the Empire as a cerulean (something she doesn't have any interest in doing) and still being kinda powerless to actually do anything to change things. So she throws herself into escapism - drugs and booze and casual hookups. There's a line in Delightful Abattoir that I keep circling thematically with Elwurd:

I just want to not have to feel that pain all the time. So I do things to escape from it a few minutes at a time. Is that so bad?

And that's kind of where she's at in the beginning of her arc, headspace-wise. Like I said, I carried a lot of this forward to Friendsim 2, albeit with a more grounded take on the world that follows the original Friendsim.

Chixie

She's someone who exists in this precarious space - a lowblood who's in the Alternian entertainment industry, which already puts her under a very uncomfortable spotlight. As a marginalized person, you don't really have a lot of room to make mistakes in the public eye, because you're judged way more harshly for it - or seen as a representative for your entire class of existence as a person. So that's already a lot of pressure, added to the whole secret identity thing with the Mask.

And tbh, I see the Mask as being kind of an open secret - like, she doesn't even change clothes, so it doesn't seem like no one would be able to figure it out, but also I really like playing with the idea of the Empire allowing a certain level of performative/superfluous rebellion among the population. Basically, you can talk about it as long as you aren't actually causing problems. And that's going to be frustrating to Chixie too because she wants to actually make a difference.

I see her as someone with a lot of trust issues - not a lot of super close friends, and she's clearly not dealing well with the stress either, given that we see her in canon having issues with substance use.

In my Hiveswap novels and Friendsim 2, I added the extra layer of having to deal with having Zebruh as her manager - someone who wants to exploit her both from a commercial perspective and sexually (he keeps hitting on her in Friendsim 2 and in Delightful Abattoir they're in an outright abusive relationship at first).

Elwurd/Chixie

So, independently there's a lot going on, but the other part of this is I feel like these two would naturally run in some of the same circles. Elwurd is shown hanging out in a bar, partying, etc. in canon - and seems like someone who would absolutely be involved in the underground music scene and run in some of the same underground circles as Chixie, even if it was just to sell folks drugs.

In Friendsim 2, I added the layer of having Elwurd basically acting as a roadie for Chixie's band sometimes - she's just kind of hanging out in the same places and with the same people (like fellow dissatisfied cerulean blood Mallek) and the whole "just trying to avoid thinking about this shit too much" attitude is gonna drive her to do something to keep her mind off the existential bullshit that is her life. Why not help a pretty bronze blood carry an amp and run some cables, right?

I really like the idea of these two eventually talking and starting to connect over some similarities - disgust for the Empire, a feeling of helplessness in their lives, a desire for things to be different somehow. They don't take exactly the same angle towards things - I'd say Elwurd is far more self-destructive and Chixie is more kind of "rage against the machine" about it - but I think there's enough common ground that they could end up talking and getting closer.

I've always liked the headcanon that Chixie is demisexual - probably a good deal of personal bias going into that (and - yknow - "vibes"), but it's a fun element to toss in there. That means that Elwurd/Chixie is always going to be something that's a slow burn and is always kinda fragile. In Friendsim 2 you have to line a few things up right for them to actually consider being matesprits, and in the Hiveswap novels it takes a while for them to end up together.

And, like, I feel like their attitudes temper each other. Elwurd finds someone to ground her self-destructive tendencies, and Chixie finds someone who helps her feel less isolated and less inside her own head all the time. They both still run in the same circles, and Elwurd always struck me as someone who'd be down with the idea of fucking over the Empire, so the whole Mask/rebellion thing isn't a hard sell.

Anyway, that turned out very much longer than I expected, but I hope it gives you some insight into why I keep gravitating to that ship! As far as I can tell, it's a pretty uncommon one and it's like - just something that worked its way into my brain and now I'm obligated to include it literally everywhere!

#hiveswap #hiveswap friendsim #friendsim #friendsim 2 #homestuck #elwurd #chixie roixmr #elwurd/chixie

[gunsatthaphan]

I want to share sonething that I came across on twitter, not personally but by account that I follow that came across it

So apperently some fans of MLC are not happy that so many people, including Aof and EM themselves, are praising First for his acring pointing out that doing so people are dismissing the other actors(probably mostly EM) and this makes me first of all sad cuz my boy put his whole heart into this role and is being finally recognized for the talented actor that he is!

Now I get that Alan as a character is kinda polarizing cuz he is the ex that is unable to let go(tho understandably so considering what we know as of now cuz Wen didn't make a real clean cut with him cuz they still live together, probably for money porpuses, sharing even the bed! like use the damm couch and alternate one night each! and they also didn't tell anybody they split so...) with some controlling and anger issues and I get why some wouldn't like him, but that is the character are you so unable to discern the 2 that you have to trow hate torwords First as well? also cuz we that praise First are also praising all the other casts members cuz they are all doing an amazing job!

Do we have to praise only some actors but others have to stay unrecognized? why? It also seems like they don't have the same problem with GF being praised since the forst episode but when it comes to First they raise the pichforks

Not to get started with the AlanGaipa discorse cuz that has been a fight point since the end of The Eclipse for various reasons...

it really comes down to the fact that his character is the one that can drive a wedge between Jim and Wen and as a reflection EM and some people cannot accept that one character could make them look not perfect and flawed having to resort to petty behaviour taking it on First

Sorry for the rant I didn't know where to express this feel free to not answer I understand I just felt sad cuz First is amazing and is one of the sweetest and nicest people evere and he is loved by everybody especially EM and also an amazing actor that stayed in the sideline for years and fans of Earth should know how that feels cuz gmm did the same to him for years! and his having finally his moment with his best friend with both being finally seen for theys skills

again sorry for the long ask, people suck and are way to biest cuz if you have to resort to dismiss a good performance of someone that is a friend of your faves you should reevaluate yourself as a "fan"

peace and love to all the people that love First and non toxic fans of other ships!

god I'm too old for this sjdkgfd 😩

but still thank you for sharing anon.

I stay away from these things as much as possible so I don't really have an insight but I mean,,, what can I say. fandom wars are as old as time and I'm just rolling my eyes. I find it hard to believe that people are actually hating on First just because he's getting praised instead of EM lmao? also why would complimenting a support actor indicate that the mains are being neglected? what bullshit lmao.

The thing is that FirstKhao and GemFourth have a pretty large fanbase which is probably bigger than that of EarthMix atp so their fandom getting defensive and resenting the praise that the others are getting is not far fetched. But to attack others because of it is nothing but childish and I want no part of that lmao.

It doesn't take much to see that this is a highly professional & dedicated cast and everyone is giving it their all - I like some characters more than others but hat has nothing to do with the cast. EarthMix have an undeniable chemistry despite the script not being 100% perfect. The praise for First is justified as he is doing a good job but it's not like he's outshining the rest of the cast. He's doing his role justice but he's not a main character. Same goes for Khao and also Gem and Fourth. None of them are stealing the spotlight from anyone as they're all equally good? To me the differences lie in the writing of their characters. I for one like Alan, Jim and Gaipa more than Wen, Heart and Li Ming but that doesn't mean I'm disregarding anyone lol. So I don't get what these people are on about lmao.

still thank you for sharing and I agree. some people need to touch some grass and it's a lot more than I initially thought. sigh.

xxx

#moonlight chicken #first kanaphan #earthmix #discussions

[call-me-cosmic]

Apologies for the spam but! tell us a bit more about the world building?? which countries are there?? are there dragons?? whats the technology like??

DON'T APOLOGIZE! It's been super fun to answer your questions!! Warning, this'll be a longer post!

As of now (this is still something I'm working to fully flesh out, lol), there are about six different countries/kingdoms, one of them being Elubeth (where most of the book takes place).

-Neakoth, in the north.

-Falith, in the south

-Lorigothia, in the east.

-Elubeth, in the west.

-Streac Strana, an island nation in the east.

-Raew, a small, quiet southwest nation known for its delicious fruits.

The Eerini Desert in Falith is known for its gorgeous sun-colored sand and its adorable Oasis Chameleons (teeny tiny blue chameleons that also glow in the dark!) The Eprus Desert in Lorigothia is where one of my characters, Josep, is originally from! Most of his familiy still lives there, but he lives in Elubeth with his husband, Adler (Adler is originally from Neakoth!) And yes, there are multiple languages throughout this world, but I'm not Tolkien, and I haven't actually CREATED those languages yet.

Elubeth is basically its own small continent, lol. The only way in or out of the kingdom is by sea, which wasn't a problem until Queen Hortensia put all ships on lockdown. No neighboring kingdoms were allowed near Elubeth unless given strict permission, and even then, they were not allowed to stay for long. Any ships or boats leaving Elubeth are only allowed to go so far out before the Elubithian Navy is after them. Ships must be registered, and the Navy can board and search ships/boats at any time for any reason. Ports always have Royalists and such stationed to keep an eye on things. We wouldn't want people sailing to Lorigothia and trying to escape, would we?

Elubeth is crawling with strange and fantastical creatures (which I love coming up with!) Here are a few images from my Pinterest as examples:

Birch Elk

Siren's (not my art!)

Ember Wolves

Totally Average Horses (ok fine, MAYBE its MY take on a unicorn. Not my art though)

Armayan Sea Monster (found in the Armayan sea that lies between Elubeth and Lorigothia. Terrifying, but not my art.)

There are also Fire Toads, Emerald Crested Geckos, and Feathersnakes (which are VERY cute)

In Elubeth, each town/village/city has differences in clothing, food, and way of life. Lorport is a port town full of Royalists, pirates, and poor fisherfolk just trying to scrape by. Rye, like Gilamoore, is a simpler town full of farmers. Caelfall, near the Royal City of Bowes, is a prim and proper city full of people who totally love the Queen. Definitely. They're 100% not just scared into falling in line. No way.

As for technology, I'd say its very much your typical medieval schtick, though I'm still adding onto it! There are a lot of swords, wooden ships, and things like that. But there's also crossbows and knuckledusters, and carriages that aren't pulled by horses but rather run on magic power. There's also the use of gears and simple mechanisms. I really need to sit down and work more on my tech. Any ideas? Throw 'em my way!

Finally, dragons. As of now, there are not really any dragons that we actually SEE in the book, but there are passing mentions of them, and there's even a mention of a giant, ancient dragon skeleton just off the southern shore of Lorigothia, near Little Island. Perhaps dragons will gain more of a spotlight in the book, but as of now, they're just sort of THERE lol.

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk. If you notice something that doesn't make sense, let me know! Fallen Magic is still a work in progress so things aren't perfect yet lmao <3

#fallen magic #worldbuilding #fantasy #kingdoms #fantasy creatures #dragons #magic #technology #languages #writing #book

[league-of-sam]

Catching A Ghost | Simon 'GHOST' Riley

Ghost x Reader

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Simon 'GHOST' Riley x AFAB!Reader!OC 18+ MINORS DNI! t.w // angst, mental health, language, violence, death, sexual themes/SMUT, military inaccuracies, language inaccuracies (google translate).

Catching A Ghost: Masterlist

You bounced your leg the entire journey, so much so that Ghost had made several comments about you shaking the car so much that you were giving him motion sickness. 

But you were nervous, going into a public place without the protection of your mask, your face in full view of everyone – a room full of the known enemy. 

Soap had placed a comforting hand on your knee, which helped a little, but not enough.

When you pulled up to the venue, your jaw dropped.

It was beautiful; a grand mansion in the middle of Las Almas. White, marbled walls and stair cases, spotlights all the way up to the golden double doors. The place was trawling with masked security holding a magnitude of automatic weapons. 

"Fucking hell..." you whispered, grabbing onto Soap's hand tightly.

"Hey, we're gonna be fine, pet."

Ghost turned from the front seat, leaning in to the two of you.

"Here are your comms, don't let anyone see."

You took the first, slipping it into your hair covered ear, Soap following your actions.

"6-2, checking in." you mumbled.

"7-1, checking in."

"Shadow 1 reading you loud and clear. Let's do this." Graves answered.

With one final nod from Ghost, you and Soap exited the vehicle, and his arm tightly wound around your waist as you ascended the steps to the doors.

Time to put on a show.

Wordlessly, you handed the doorman your invitation, Soap squeezing your side tightly as the two guards shamelessly took in your appearance.

"What is your purpose here?" they asked, patting the two of you down.

"My name is Natalia Belyaev, I am the daughter of billionaire investor Dmitri Belyaev." you said in your perfect accent, eyes narrowing as the man in front of you stooped down to pat your legs.

"So, I suggest you take your hands off my ass before I have you shot against a post."

"Easy, Reaper." Ghost chuckled into the comms, "Let's not massacre just yet."

"My apologies, miss."

The grand doors opened, revealing a reception room full of people, dressed to the 'nines. You recognised some of the people there, having seen many of their faces on various terrorist watchlists. 

"6-2 to 0-7, there are hundreds of wanted terrorists here."

"Stay on target, Price. We've got 'em."

"Thermal imaging and software ready to go for the signal." Graves said.

Moving elegantly around the room on Soap's arm, you faked pleasantries with many, enduring the disgusting flirting with most of the men in the room. The two of you observed for well over an hour before locating any sign of the office.

As you chugged down your fourth glass of Champaign, desperate to calm your nerves, Soap moved in front of you, pulling you flush against his chest, lips grazing your ear.

"Soap what the fuck-"

"Voice down, the guy in the corner won't stop watching you."

Sure enough, when you embraced Soap to get a good look over his shoulder, there was a man, eyes locked on you. 

"Are you made?" Ghost said, with what sounded like concern.

"Negative, just think he might be interested in our little assassin here."

Soap didn't let you go just yet, feeling a little apprehensive and protective, which gave you an unsuspicious opportunity to examine that side of the room. The man locked eyes with you, giving you a nod, before raising his head to look up at the balcony.

You followed his gaze, seeing a set of marble stairs, cut off with a red rope. At the top, two armed guards stood, and a door sat to their left.

The office.

"It's Ale's informant. Laswell must have told him what I'd be wearing."

"Are you sure?" Ghost asked.

You rolled your eyes, "Well he's just shown me where the office is, so I'd say I'm pretty damn sure, L.T."

"Graves, get ready on that hacking device." Soap instructed, not waiting for a response before guiding the two of you closer.

As you approached the staircase, the guards pointed their guns at you, muttering that the floor was off-limits to guests. Issuing a flirty apology, you walked away, being sure to swing your hips dramatically.

At that moment, the band began playing, and the floor cleared. A quick, Spanish beat was being plucked. Around the room, men picked up women, bringing them into the space, locking you and Soap right in the middle.

They were playing the fucking Tango.

People began dancing around you, dipping, twirling, moving rapidly to the beat. You and Soap looked at each other, seeing no way off the dancefloor. 

"Shit! Do you dance?" you whispered, standing close.

"I'm from Scotland!"

"What, they don't have dancing in Scotland?"

"Steamin' jesus, don't fuckin' tell anyone about this."

"About wha-"

Before you could protest, Soap dipped you down, bringing your leg up to his hip delicately. His eyes never looked away from your shocked ones as he gracefully threw you around the dancefloor. 

Ghost, confused, watched from the small tablet in his hand. He could see Soap tossing you around like a ragdoll to the music. 

"Ya need to get up to that fuckin' office, I've been sat here for over an hour."

"Well, we need a distraction!" you pleaded.

"Then make one."

You growled, frustrated with Ghost's impatience and complete unwillingness to be useful.

In all honesty, with most of the guests dancing, it was a pretty big distraction. The only problem was the armed guards at the top of the stairs. That was, until Alejandro's informant ran over to them.

You couldn't quite hear what he said, but he spoke in such frantic Spanish that the two guards sprung into action, following him through the room. As he passed the two of you, he shot you a wink, and you took that as opportunity to go.

"This is 6-2, it's go time."

Rushing up the stairs with Soap on your tail, you burst into the room, slipping off your heels as you hopped to the desk.

Soap closed the door, locking it and then wedging a chair under the handle. Looking out the window, he saw commotion on the dancefloor, with Alejandro's informant pointing to someone. He watched in horror as the man he pointed to was thrown violently over the table, punch and glass going everywhere.

"Okay, we got about 5 minutes before someone comes a'knockin."

"Shit." you pulled the memory stick out of your shoe, "Graves, I need you. Start now!"

"On it, darlin'."

You sat on the seat, Soap leaning over you as you watched the computer light up, black screen with rolls and rolls of green code flashing.

"Alright, stick it in."

You did as told, shoving the memory stick into the port, "Okay, go!"

"Initialising data transfer."

A green bar appeared, indicating that the transfer had began. There was nothing you and Soap could do now but wait. 

"Ghost? You still got eyes on us, right?" you asked.

"Affirm."

"So, you saw Soap do the Tango?" you smirked, looking up at him.

"I did."

"You recorded it to show everyone else, right?"

There was no silence for a moment, until a low chuckle came through the comms, "Fuck yeah I did."

You burst into giggles, Soap groaning in embarrassment.

But that was cut short.

The thumps of boots could be heard on the step, and with swift movement, Soap was peering out of the window.

"Fuck! They're coming!"

You turned back to the computer, leg bouncing as the number went up slower, and slower...

94%...95%...96%...97%

"It's not gonna be done in time!" you exclaimed running a hand through your hair.

The guards were mere steps away now. You looked around panicked, while Soap moved the chair from the handle. You heard mumbles from outside, one of the guards saying that he'd heard movement.

98%.

"Do you trust me?" Soap said, pulling you up.

"Yes?" you said, confused.

99%.

"S'good. I'm really sorry for this."

You looked at him, but before you could utter a word, his hands slid around your waist, slamming your body into his, and his lips fell on yours.

Oh no. Oh fucking no.

Despite yourself, and what ever the fuck you were feeling for Ghost, you knew Soap's thinking was quick, and might actually work.

You threw your arms over his shoulder, deepening the kiss, sliding your leg through the elegant slit on your dress and up his body, sitting it above his belt. It was heated, Soap's hands running all over your body as you clutched at his clothes, and you could feel your face burn, knowing most of the squad could both see and hear you.

The door was being banged on, every boom making your body jump.

"S'alright, this'll work." Soap mumbled into your mouth.

"It fucking better."

The lock shattered, making the door swing open to reveal the two guards from before. The light from the hall shined into the room, illuminating you and Soap.

In that position, it was no secret to what you were supposed to be doing. Your face was flushed, hair messy. Deep red lipstick was smudged around both your mouths. 

Yeah, if you walked in on this, you'd be walking straight out, blushing.

"100%. Get the hell outta there." Graves said in your ear.

"Oh, my, so sorry. How embarrassing!" you said, clambouring off of Soap.

You reached behind you, yanking the memory stick out, and ran around the room to put your shoes back on.

Pulling your dress down, you stumbled over to the guards, who were stiff with shock.

"I am so sorry," you flirted, pushing your breasts together, "me and my bodyguard, well, you know how it is. We just needed a little privacy."

"I-it's quite alright, Miss Belyaev. Please, go." one stuttered out, moving to let you pass.

"Why thank you, boys. Such gentlemen." you said, tugging at their collars, your fingers lingering.

"If you'd like a reward, come and find me later." you winked, passing them by.

Soap grabbed your hand, yanking you down the steps, leaving the guards blushing messes from your proposition. He held you close, wiping his face on his sleeve.

"Christ, (Y/N), did ye have to wear so much lipstick?"

"No one told you to kiss her, sergeant." Graves voice came, not hiding his anger.

The two of you snorted, walking with a quickened pace to get out of the building as soon as possible. With a quick scan of the room, you could see that Alejandro's informant was nowhere to be seen.

Back in the car, Ghost was white-knuckling the tablet so hard, he thought he might break it.

What the fuck was that?

His breathing was heavy and irregular, his heart beating out of his chest. He wanted to shoot Laswell for insisting on thermal imaging capture. He didn't need to see that. He didn't need to see his, well, the closest thing he had to a best friend all over girl he had feelings for. 

The first girl in over ten years to break through his barrier.

Luckily, he didn't need to distract himself, as around 6 armed guards jogged past the window. 

Right. 

Professional.

"Soap, somethin's going on. Get out o' there."

"We're coming, L.T. 30 seconds away."

Ghost looked out of the window to see you and Soap hand in hand, bombing it down the steps. You were barefoot, tossing the heels aside as you clutched the memory stick.

His heart lurched up into his chest as the doors burst open, and the popping of gunfire polluted the air. You had screamed, dropping to the floor, Soap throwing his body on yours as the two of you rolled down the last few steps. 

Alejandro's car screeched to a halt behind, Rudy jumping out to throw Soap into the car before they sped off.

Ghost swung open the door, shooting three of the guards down before picking you up, and tossing you into the back seat before climbing in himself, and stepping on the pedal.

"Are you hit?"

"N-no, I'm good." you panted, fear in your eyes.

"Get changed, they're following." he said, tossing a duffel at you.

You frantically zipped it open, pulling out the contents - boots, trousers, shirt, knife. Not even bothering to cover yourself up, you did your best to get changed as Ghost sped through the back lanes of Las Almas.

Lights flashed behind, and a scream ripped through you once again as bullets littered the car, shattering the glass.

"I can't lose 'em, we're gonna have to run for it!"

"What? We have no defence!"

"Just fucking do it!"

With that, Ghost rammed the car through an opening in the woods, throwing you into the door with a hard slam. The car bounced over downed trees, speeding through the greenery until Ghost stopped the car, hopping out and running to your side.

"C'mon, we gotta go." he said, hands dragging you from the car.

You were barely upright before he was pulling you deeper into the woods. You reached into your ear to communicate with the team, only to find it empty.

Shit.

You were completely alone in this now.

The car got smaller as you rushed through the woods, Ghost occasionally looking back to make sure you were following, and to shoot bullets past you at the men who'd managed to stay on your trail.

He had to keep you alive. 

No matter how conflicted his heart was, you had to live.

You just had to.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley #task force 141 #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #ghost fanart #call of duty #cod mw oc #cod mw2 #cod mwf2 #callofduty #gaming #cod mw19 #captain price #john mactavish

[yeehawkins]

omg me? responding to a tag game? wild njdkfbjs

tagged by the very cool @mini-uzzy to shuffle my library and list 10 songs and 10 people! thank you for the tag wyb uwu

can't wait to see what horrors shuffle has me place on main here 😎

Mein Land - Rammstein WOW IMMEDIATELY thank you Likes for putting me on blast

I Feel Loved - Depeche Mode shuffle really said "you are going to post your interests on main dammit"

Suicide & Redemption - Metallica fun fact i use this song as a timer of sorts sometimes bc it's nearly 10 minutes long lole

Know Your Rights - The Clash i'm not much into punk but something about this album just really did it for me! it's so strange

Devoured by Design - Blue Stahli i found this song via my friend bea!! it goes hard what can i say

Welcome Home (Sanitarium) - Metallica to my many followers who probably hate this band i'm so sorry it has come up twice lmaO

The Distance - CAKE ngl i don't remember adding this, but it's catchy enough to always stay in the likes

Heiwa - Ferven oh hey another song i found via bea??? it's so chill and calming <3

In Your Honor - Foo Fighters a very good song to scream tbh, also damn this shuffle SERIOUSLY picked most of my faves and put em in the spotlight

No Light, No Light - Florence + the Machine literally the most recent song in my likes! remembered it was in a playlist i'd listened to a long time ago, listened to this song again and it slapped still

ima tag uuuuuh @staticspxcelover @fluffonthefloor @radioxvideo @davemustaine @jaymzhetfield @songbirds-sweet @sourstars @lovely-menza and ok i can't think of more that werent already tagged by wyn fnjkgjkds, so anyone else who wants to do this feel free!

#woag is me #thank you again for the tag wyb! #ik im literally tagging mostly met mutuals dfjknbds #but i know at least 2 of my moots hate my blorband a lot #so i naturally apologize for my interests completely lol #but on main i was tagged! and main i shall post!

[driftward]

Ask meme for Quinnelle, please!

What does their bedroom look like?

Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

What is their biggest regret?

What makes them feel guilty?

Superstitions or views on the occult?

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

So, here's the deal.

Some stories end. Even in a perpetual MMO.

And I made contingency plans for the possibility that one day, Zoissette's story might end, for whatever reason. So while Quinnelle may not ever meaningfully exist, she's still there, in my head, causing trouble and making fun stories.

With that in mind, Quinnelle Vidalle, the fastest of the fast couriers in Eorzea, ready and standing by, one Fantasia away when Zoissette finally bows out of the spotlight. (Importantly, this lets me keep all the stuff on a new character, and Quinnelle is designed to be able to nick in as a replacement WoL easy as you please)

What does their bedroom look like?

Piles and piles in different places on the floor. Single small bed. A potted plant that died probably before the last calamity. Cobwebs everywhere, what do you have a problem with spiders she likes spiders spiders are friends. That one's named Jeorgeaux.

Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

Sexual orientation is yeah, sure, if she's bored. Finds discussions on such faintly boring and nonsensical though. Swive who you wanna if you wanna she don't give a shit. Also gender is bullshit.

How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

About the only thing they keep neat and clean is the uniforms in their closet, and they are -picky- about anything doing with mail, they take that shit stone cold seriously. Everything else is whatever. Knows she'll be perpetually late if she lets herself be so, so instead shows up early and just bitches.

What is their biggest regret?

Regrets are for people who aren't charging forward half enough. Any given day generates a few dozen small regrets that she usually forgets within the half hour. Can't have regret if you're always rushing to live in the now.

What makes them feel guilty?

Okay, fine, they'll feel guilty over not meeting obligations, like getting packages to the right person or mail to the right place on time or missing muster or that one time she plumb forgot she was supposed to meet a guy for a date but look it was a really good triple triad game okay she won a plushie she'd wanted for a long time out of it his name is G'george. The plushie, not the date. No, she doesn't know how Sun Seeker names work, the Moon Keepers are far more personable in her opinion.

Superstitions or views on the occult?

She believes in every single god and goddess and holds any of a number of tiny little rituals for each one every day. It doesn't matter that some of those belief systems contradict other ones; she's not telling the gods, and nobody else should be either, and what they don't know won't hurt them. Definitely believes in hedging her bets in this regard, so there's always a deity to call on in a moment of trouble.

Primals are just assholes trying to get in on the god action though so swive 'em. But not literally. Well maybe Ifrit. He's hot. That's a fire joke. Get it? Hahah but no seriously.

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

Someone who would put up with her shit. I mean, swive, that's the only way it'd possibly happen, right?

But if we're handing out prize Chocobos and making wishes on stars, a big strong man with muscles under just the right amount of flab, with big beautiful lips and a strong wedge of a chin and a nose chiseled out of rock and oh shit she's just describing her boss. That's literally just her boss Raubahn. Swive don't tell him don't tell him don't tell him she meant to say uh you know someone hot like uhm Merlwyb wait crap that someone else's boss uhm you know maybe someone adorable but in a lady way like Momodi wait that's kind of her other boss crap QUESTIONS OVER GOT MAIL TO DELIVER.

#final fantasy xiv #quinelle vidalle #biot writes #ask meme #answer hours

[marjoriestotch]

Kinda want a rehash of creek but this time it's stolkien. Like the two hang out and find like a cool rock and take a selfie and post it on instagram and idk sheila comments "happy pride month you two!🏳️‍🌈" and suddenly theres a shit ton of traffic to stans account. At first randy is furious cuz he thinks stan is genuinely dating tolkien and then realizes he can use this to his advantage. The lgbt friendly tegridy farms. The t stands for tegridy, some dumb joke like that. Steve Black also takes advantage since everyone is also assuming tolkien is gay. Stan and Tolkien's friendship is tested since they don't have anyone else but they also feel weird around each other in this situation naturally. The pressure of being put under a microscope and shoved in the spotlight as products by their fathers. Stan would obviously be the emotional one, maybe he gets a little bicurious but he wont admit to it, while Tolkien would be withdrawn and shocked by everyone exploiting gay people than actually being called gay. Throw in a subplot about how cartman and kenny try and profit off of it as well, going on talkshows and writing articles, maybe even writing a song, about how proud they are of their gay best friend stanley and his black boyfriend. Kyle would be genuinely upset that Stan didn't tell him he's gay, this would be at the height of the pressure and Stan would lash out at Kyle, classic stuff. To really bait Parker and Stone I'll throw in the retailers selling a gay house. That'll get em rolling.

#stolkien #stoken #them...

[positivelybeastly]

If you could make movies about Hank, how many would you do and what could we see in them? Like an origin story, specific storyline etc. Would it be live action or a cartoon/animation, if live action who would you cast as Beast?

Now this is a fun thought experiment!

So, I actually think that if I was going to focus specifically on Hank, I would want multiple series, each separated according to decade or periods of his life, as it were, and we're going to mix media a little bit. Bear with me. This is probably going to be a multi-part series, so, here's the first part.

60s/First Class

So, we start off with a live action series that begins in medias res - alarms are blaring, people are rushing through corridors, klaxons are bathing corridors in red light. Through it all, a young man with a frightened but determined look on his face fights through the tide until he reaches a room full of radiation suits. He pulls one on, takes a few deep breaths, and then pushes through into a reactor room that's clearly going critical.

No music. No dialogue. No sound, except for the thumping of a heart beat and the sounds of this intricate mechanism being cajoled, being calmed, being put right again, until eventually the alarm lifts. Now it's just the sound of heavy, panicked breathing, and the man keels over at the railing nearest to him as a group of men in identical radiation suits rush to him. He blacks out.

When he comes to, he smiles at the woman sitting beside his bed, and moves as if to kiss her, but she smacks his arm, before embracing him and kissing him. A doctor moves in to talk, but there's still no dialogue, just soft music. A small montage of people in suits, offering the man in the bed a lot of paperwork that he signs. Before long, he's well enough to leave the hospital, and he and his wife drive to a farm. They stand on the outskirts, arms wrapped around one another. Camera pulls back, revealing the name on the mailbox.

McCoy.

Cut to the intro, which is nuclear flames, genomes shattering, a mysterious, animalistic figure gazing out of shadow with yellow eyes that turn into spotlights, revealing the title of the show.

'X-MEN: BEAST - FIRST CLASS'

17 YEARS LATER

A young man who's the spitting image of the man we saw in this prologue sequence is being harassed by a young woman with blonde hair. They're talking about the last quiz they just had to take in Biology, and the young woman tells the young man that he needs to stop hiding who he is. How brilliant he is. He tells her that he's on the high end of normal, and she scoffs. They walk by a football tryout, where the coach is harassing his team, telling them that any old nerd could do better than them.

"You, McKay - over here, show 'em what I mean."

"It's McCoy, sir, and I don't know quite what you mean?"

The coach becomes ever more insistent. McCoy shrugs, shaking his head. He kicks the ball. It sails clean, hits the goal - at the other end of the pitch. The coach is flabbergasted. He wants McCoy for the team, but McCoy is uncertain - until the team kicks off, saying they don't want this gorilla on their team. One of them, identified as Janssen by his jersey, is particularly venomous, and McCoy gives him a coldly furious look.

"Coach, what position does Janssen play?"

Smash cut to the same number on the team, but with MCCOY on the back. Sports montage, naturally, with MCCOY as star player, intercut with the occasional side-eyed look from a parent or onlooker whenever he does something a little too amazing.

Jen is the love interest of the movie. She's great.

Final game of the season. Crowds are roaring, full football Americana experience. MCCOY is in full swing, but we aren't seeing things from his perspective, we're seeing things from somewhere up in the bleachers - from some kind of scope. It zooms in hard on MCCOY, a finger tenses, squeezes - misses. Screaming, hysteria. The scope view panics as MCCOY comes charging towards it, and we zoom out to see Janssen as McCoy clambers up the side of the bleachers with unnatural ease.

They fight. McCoy knocks the rifle away, but he's a little too strong, and Janssen nearly falls over the edge, and it's quite the drop. McCoy grabs him and stops him from going over, but he can't use his other hand to hold on to the bleachers and Janssen at the same time. He knocks off his shoe, and we get our first look at an oversized foot that looks to be as dextrous as a hand. McCoy moves to use this odd limb to help Janssen up.

Janssen hisses. Says he'd rather die than get help from a filthy stinking mutant that crawls all over human girls like he's a real man. He smacks McCoy's hand away, drops. We don't see the impact, but McCoy does. His eyes widen. He yanks off the football helmet and throws up, staggering as he climbs back up, just in time for the officials to come storming in. He looks red-faced, shaking. He looks guilty.

We cut to the farm. The McCoy family are quiet, withdrawn - worried. The parents keep looking outside, where their son has taken to disassembling and reassembling every piece of farm equipment available to him, as if that's going to make him feel any better. Edna and Norton talk, and they feel guilty, Norton especially, about the legacy they've given poor Hank, as we pan up over the kitchen counter and see a newspaper headline exclaiming about the mutant panic taking over the nation.

A knock at the door. Norton looks pale, so Edna answers - to a man dressed like some kind of Conquistador, which he identifies himself as. He brings out a sword and seems to cast some form of electricity with it, striking down Edna and Norton, drawing their son back to the house with a speed that defies thought, and it's only this lightning sword that stops him from bowling the man over right there and then.

The Conquistador wants this young man, Hank, to do him a favour - use his father's ID card to steal some specific components from the nuclear power plant he works at. He looks basically identical to him, he shouldn't even be questioned. His sword twitches in the direction of Hank's parents, and his jaw sets. He agrees.

A short, tense sequence at the power plant. Hank does the deed, but it's dangerous and it goes wrong, the alarms are sounded - but he gets away. He escapes to a warehouse where his parents are being held by the Conquistador's men, and the man is raving, rambling.

Hank trounces them, effortlessly. It's superhuman to watch, and Edna and Norton are wide eyed as Hank frees them, all of them silent. Norton opens his mouth, apologises. Hank doesn't understand, apologising for what? Norton gestures at Hank's obviously overgrown hands and feet. For that. That's his fault. Hank's expression darkens, and Norton realises what he's said without thinking, and he looks to Edna, but she doesn't know what to say. Behind them, the Conquistador is getting back up, pulling up his sword, aiming it at Hank's back.

A ruby red beam comes out of nowhere, blasting it away, and Hank turns around, to see . . .

The Professor explains who he is. What the people with him are, what Hank is - a mutant. Hank already knows, and the Professor smiles a little, because of course Hank does. The conversation continues, and Hank is interested, intrigued, even - he keeps glancing back at his parents, but they look very uncertain, even as they do their best to give him smiles and make sure he knows they're okay.

"There will be sacrifices, Hank. This won't be an easy life. But it will be a worthy one."

Hank agrees, but before he walks off with Xavier and the other X-Men, he embraces his parents one more time. He's holding them tighter than they are him when he lets go.

The series then adapts some 60s X-Men, some First Class stories - I'd definitely want to pull in the story where Hank and Bobby first becomes friends during a vacation road trip across the US; the Unus the Untouchable arc, where Hank becomes a wrestler; a momentary flirtation with Jean Grey, before he realises who she's pretty much destined to end up with; the beatnik foot cult; Magneto.

Costumes change, villains go by, and Hank is enjoying himself, growing, but as he grows older, he seems less satisfied.

Especially since we find out that Xavier wiped Jen's mind, and she no longer remembers Hank. For their safety. Hank is. Not pleased. It's the first wedge between him and the Professor, and they paper over it, but. It sticks.

Towards the end of the series, he receives a letter in the mail, and when it comes time to do Danger Room exercises, he's conspicuously absent. Xavier is oddly reticent to talk to him, and instead suggests that Scott, Bobby, Warren and Jean talk to him instead. Hank is in his room, the letter in his hands, and seeming torn. They all talk.

Hank wants to leave the X-Men. The very concept shakes them a little - the last time this happened, Unus attacked and they were nearly defeated - but the newfound confidence of having done this for a few years now means that they understand why Hank wants to move on. Everyone's been thinking about it, actually, Hank's just the first one to have a place he wants to go to rather than just 'not the school.'

They embrace. Bobby in particular takes a little longer than everyone else to let go, and it's clear it's killing him a little that Hank is going, but he does let go.

The final scene of the series is Hank in civilian clothes saying his final goodbyes. There's not a dry eye in the house. Jean kisses him on the cheek, Bobby hugs him way too hard, Scott clasps his shoulder, Warren gives him a fistbump. The Professor shakes his hand. They're all sad to see him go, but this is for the best.

Hank gets into his car, and starts it up. He looks back at the Mansion, the X-Men, wistfully, thinking, for a moment, that he should stop and go back. But in the end, he puts the car in gear and drives. As he leaves the Mansion, he adjusts the rear view mirror.

For the audience, Hank is replaced by something wearing his clothes. Dark furred. Monstrous. Unfamiliar. Familiar. Yellow eyed.

End credits. End of the series.

To be continued.

I actually have no idea who I'd want to play a young Hank, I'm not as up to date on young actors as I'd like, but I've been recommended someone called Noah Centino for a 17-20 year old Hank, so, sure? Whoever they are, they need to be able to pull off Hank's distinctive Superman curl.

I'd definitely want an almost sort of 'The Incredibles' tone to the X-Men sections of this series, where it's all deathly dangerous but the X-Men almost don't seem to realise until they do. Michael Giacchino does the score, because the man can do no wrong.

#outofmuffins #birdswings #blood tw #violence tw #This is going to get like intensely detailed so be warned.

[reel-fear]

For the writing request thingy,would you feel like writing something Mandroid or Schloder oriented?

About them alone or as a ship because they have potential as a rare pairing (I might have a bad taste in ships but hear me out/hj)

They can just,,be doing silly coworker stuff like drinking coffee together on a break or something :-))

Sorry if it’s not something you feel like doing!!

I would love to write something like that! I did want to do this so I could do some writing prompts for characters I don't think I'd naturally get ideas for putting in the spotlight! It's not Really ship but it is with both of them so I hope u enjoy! Warning they might be OOC bc well we dont know their characters super well and theres not a lot of content to pick apart n such. And also I only refrenced their wiki articles and my memory for tryna keep em in character so yknow, like I said, might be OOC. Also its not very silly, its very serious if anything oops KJNDSFKGJNSDFGKJNDFGSD-

Schloder could hear every footstep as he and the man designated as 'Mandroid' walked down the halls of GHOST. It was silent inside of the GHOST building most days and the echo the empty metal halls gave every noise didn't help. Not that Jon would ever let a new arrival intimidate him, he was far better than that... He couldn't let his professionalism fade for even a moment. Not with a mission this dangerous or an organization this important... Though with how important it all was... He couldn't help but wonder how on earth such a suspicious or shady man as Dr. Meridian managed to slither his way back into their ranks...

It was beyond his rank to question the hiring decisions of the organization, but it was also hard to ignore the robot arms that Mandroid had attached to himself. He recognized one of them as belonging to the prisoner Hardtop. He wasn't sure where the other one had come from however and he wasn't sure which one unsettled him more.

"It feels... So nice to be back within these walls." Dr. Meridian suddenly hissed, his expression and tone was one of delight, but something about the way he moved through the halls and the look in his eyes made Schloder want to doubt his cheery demeanor...

"It seems GHOST has missed you as much as you missed us." Schloder replied, trying to see Mandroid as nothing more than another coworker.

"You make it sound like you had not missed me while I was gone... That's rather hurtful Jon, I never did anything but disappear for a while. Did that truly upset you so much?"

"You disappeared and suddenly showed up in... this state, I don't think I owe you any kind of explanation until you give me one." Schloder responded, idly flicking some dust off his uniform.

"At least I got you to admit you wanted an explanation." Mandroid continued, looking at his cybertronian hand and curling it into a fist. Schloder watched him do so, his expression not giving anything away but a slight bitterness. He wondered what the man was thinking about as he did it, was it the cybertronians they had captured? Was it the people who kept getting in the way of their operations? Or something else entirely... "But there is not an explanation any better than the one I already gave. After those horrible creatures mangled me I realized they had to be stopped... At any costs... That is the loyalty you feign to the same cause isn't it Schloder? To protect our people at any cost? The real question is why aren't you in my same 'state' if our motivations and goals align so well?"

Schloder took in a deep breath, trying to not let Mandroid weave such a strange narrative. Who knows what he would do if he started becoming confident in such a strange idea. It could only end poorly for both him and GHOST, therefore it was only naturally part of his job that he should shoot it down, swiftly. "That would be an extreme thing for me to do as a field agent, if I suddenly went out doing my job in such a state a lot of people would have a lot of questions. Now more than ever we do not need people asking a lot of questions. There's plenty of bots out there we need to capture and we can't waste time on repairing bad PR. Not anymore at least"

"But if you were in a job that would require the strength of a bot, you would take the same measures I had wouldn't you? You would be willing to give every part of your body in order to protect the people right agent?" Mandroid asked and Schloder hesitated.

He wanted to say yes of course. If it meant protecting the people around him of course he would, but he couldn't quite bring himself to force the words out.

Something about it didn't feel right... Was it the part where he would have to live for the rest of his life taking energon to function? The part where he lost his arms? He didn't think so...

The biggest thing that seemed to turn him away from the idea was the fact he would not just be losing his arms... He'd be replacing them with someone else's...

Of course that person who he took it from would be nothing more than one of their prisoners... A traitor who deserved whatever was coming to them right?

Yes... Yes he would do what Mandroid had done if it was to protect humanity.

But... Would it be worth it if it made him give up some of his humanity? To do something so cruel to another living being?

"Agent, you aren't suddenly having doubts in your duty are you? If you are I would be rather disappointed with your lack of faith in humanity, surely the idea of taking what we need from those... Horrible machines isn't what deters you from answering my question?"

"No... No it is not, it is just a heavy idea, to live the rest of my life reliant on energon and with arms that don't belong to me... It just feels easier to comprehend the idea of dying for the cause." Schloder confidently lied and Mandroid chuckled.

"Ah... I see... Well remember this Schloder..." The other man suddenly put his mechanical hand on the shoulder of the agent, causing Jon to tense.

"It would have been easier for me to simply die after the state those horrible things left me in the hospital. To bleed out, but I knew that my work was not done, not until those things were gone from our home... Your work is not done until they are gone as well... So please understand I will take whatever measures I see necessary to keep you and the other GHOST members alive. If this upsets you... I would suggest finding a different line of work. One that doesn't require such dedication.

After all, none of us have quite earned our rest until our job here is done. So see to it you find me some more bots and soon, unless you want both of us to be here for the next century."

Schloder could hear everything in the empty echo chamber of a hallway. Mandroids cold but rage fueled hiss, the sound of his mechanical parts whirring with every subtle movement he made. The way his heart beat so much harder hearing such ominous and confident words.

The seething hatred that flickered behind Mandroid's existence and the cold resolve that kept him from dying.

Schloder could hear everything.

But it was beyond his rank to think about what he heard.

#earthspark #earthspark mandroid #mandroid #tfe #dr meridian #agent schloder #jon schloder #transformers earthspark #maccadam #maccadams #transformers #drabblez #transformers fic #transformers writing #hope u like this!! it was super fun to write!!! #requests still open yada yada check out my drabblez tag for more info if u wanna send one in- #tfe spoilers