#no readmores on mobile . oop. :

[viksalos]

Sooooo the tent revival went from “singing Idumea with Lingua Ignota has completed my time loop and I can die happy” to “holy shit I feel like I Personally should not be here” pretty quick but like it’s fine I just gotta calm down. The “saving” people felt 2 real ig. But like on some level I suppose it accomplished its mission as performance art if I felt it would literally contradict my religion to do the audience participation bit lol

#text #Ik i’ve been off tumblr all weekend cus i hate tumblr mobile but this feels actually too personal for twitter oops #Oh also sorry to my normal followers if the readmore doesn’t work. like i said i hate tumblr mobile

[raiiryuu]

HEADCANON: Illness

It's very rare that you find any kind of virus that a dragon slayer's system isn't going to look at and laugh like a middle school bully. Barring motion sickness, these guys almost never feel under the weather unless they do something stupid or it's magic-related.

By 'something stupid' I also mean the REAL big stupid, like trying to eat Etherion or Jupiter blasts, etc. They can eat almost anything if they really put their mind (and teeth) to it, but magic related attempts is where it can get tricky.

Raw meat/fish? Probably not preferred, but they won't get sick. Cobra eats poison on the regular, so he's not worried about stuff like that either, but for the rest 'actual attempts to poison them' would be the most likely reason they'd get sick outside of magic like Etherion or Bane Particles.

When other people are sick, though? Well... Laxus tries. He's doing his best.

No, seriously, if someone he cares about is sick he is all over that, because his own memories are of common colds leading to hospital visits as a kid and he doesn't want anyone else going through that. It's a little too much; despite many attempts to tell him that isn't the usual case he just worries. It's also kind of an internal war between his own memories causing him to worry and then the lacrima sending more instinctive things, which can be overwhelming to him, much less everyone else.

Usually, depending on how close the person is to him, it ends up with him lying back to back with them as a space heater and making quiet attempts at the 'cat purring to heal' thing (he's a bit big for that but no one's had the heart/bravery to try and tell him). He'll go grab anything requested and tries to keep lighter fare on hand for snacks and to help with taking medicine.

If told to leave well enough alone he mostly will, though you can expect him to stop by and bring meds/food and check in at least once.

#;;mythos { headcanons } #mobile so I have no idea if the readmore worked oops] #but yeah guess who is feeling Something coming on (': ] #I'd also imagine he can tell when certain chronic conditions are going to flare up in others; he doesn't recognize what it is immediately] #just something feels Off for a bit and then things happen]

[aemoglobin]

top 5 ivy moments in no particular order

·rockclimbing (keith's s2 flashback to the first time he remembers seeing her. literally any and every time there was a cliff scene. it feels like they did that on purpose so they'd have an excuse to draw her muscles, which i am grateful for)

·her s8 appearance reveal complete with hair flip. mother

·climbing up Blue in the drive-thru (everyone thought she was gonna be a background love interest who got written out in episode ONE and would only be a source of ~motivation~ for keith for the rest of the series but the joke was on us! "i'm so glad you came back!" and the stupid smile on his face for the rest of that episode i am deceased once again. also it's never not funny that ivy just Climbs Things and Blue let her 😳)

· Ivy-Elenmyer-Season-Six-EyeLaser1.GIF speaks for itself honestly i know i screamed when i watched that ep!! thanks to whoever shoehorned in that blatant loona reference bc i owe you my life.

·hand-holding (again not really A Single Moment but if there's one thing i love abt ivy and her relationship w everyone else is that She Will Hold Hands. platonic hand-holding!!!! reinforcing the connections humans choose to make with others!!! being really cute with allura and pidge!! i'm so glad we got at least one (1) emotionally competent female character!!)

#i forgot the tag i use for her oop #rose oc talk #it's canon actually! source: just trust me #delusional abt my ocs again no problem #can't do readmores on mobile sorry to my fans #this is only like a third of the brainrot i had for her today #I'M MAKING SHIT UP! I AM TELLING FALSEHOODS! I'M HAVING A GREAT TIME!!

[sylvaridreams]

3 and 11 for Alba? :D

GW2 asks -- I have no idea how to do readmores on mobile anymore oops.

3. What person impacted them the most?

I think it's impossible to take this role without being constantly changed by the people around you, so there's a piece of everyone in Alba at this point. But as far as who had the biggest impact on Alba, it's either Trahearne or Forgal.

Awakening from the dream and being told "Hey, your destiny must be to kill an elder dragon, off you go!" is something that's so tragic for sylvari commanders--being literally born for this war and sent to finish it from the moment you open your eyes. Trahearne initially served as a mentor figure to look up to, a guide of how to chase your Wyld Hunt. But with time and as they grew closer, he also taught Alba balance and grace, how to complete your quest without letting it consume you--ironically, because he often saw Trahearne completely consumed by his own Hunt. And now Alba has followed in his footsteps in forgetting that there needs to be balance in your life, and now he himself is consumed by being The Commander. Oops!

Forgal was initially dismissive of Alba, making him prove himself time and time again--but having to work for his approval, while frustrating and confusing at first for him as a sapling, kept Alba humble and overall taught him to earn everything. You don't ever just get to walk into some new place and announce "I'm the commander, I'm in charge, you have to respect me" and be taken seriously. You have to work for respect, and work on love, every single time and forever and ever after that too. Forgal was also his first big feeling of loss, which he blamed himself for and thought "oh I'll never feel as bad as this again" AND YET...

11. How accurate is their reputation/image compared to how they really are?

His reputation precedes him as this very serious leader, as a genius strategist and a charming smooth talker. Any person that's actually met him has probably seen a hint of his skills at some point, i.e. "he had some crazy plan that shouldn't have worked but it did" and "somehow he talked us out of this situation, idk how because we should have been killed!" --in other words, SOMEHOW he did something mildly impressive and survived, and these firsthand accounts of "I guess he was good at this" gets turned into second and third hand accounts of dashing charm and wits. Alba was Vigil first and foremost; his strategy most times is "Let's go in and hit that thing until it stops moving and see where we stand then." Having to sneak strategically through the front lines of Joko's army was the worst thing ever for him, Canach practically had to hold his hand and walk him through that shit.

People also tend to think he's stoic in an interesting, mysterious way when really he's just kind of shy. He withdraws from social situations when possible. Often he just feels he doesn't "belong" in these situations, or being involved with groups socially.

So um. Not accurate at all lol.

#alba #asks answered

[the-stray-liger]

If you could insert Mia Hawke into the G-Witch setting, would you want to, and if so, where would you see her fitting into as a character?

Oh boy I was so excited when I got this ask last night but I hit post limit so I couldn't reply haha oops

ANYWAY this is an excellent question because I love inserting Mia in different universes and exploring what changes in her personality. I'm probably not gonna shove Mia into G Witch because I'm very married to her 00 version but this is a fun exercise. So let's get into it. This is gonna get long so I'm putting it under a readmore!

First of all, with the 00 verse I really enjoyed the idea of Mia being born in space, but a big part of Gwitch is the kids being born into great companies/franchises that compete between them, but I honestly don't see Mia giving a fuck about the economy. A big part of her character is that she doesn't feel particularly attached to money or material belongings. So maybe she would be a spacian, maybe born into a small-ish company whose interests she doesn't really give a damn about.

She would definitely be a pilot, because I'm all about that shit, and she would really enjoy duels and would be extremely competitive, but rather than care about the prices she would mostly care about kicking ass and would take the results personally every fucking time. She's the kind of pilot that can and will absolutely wreck her mech and keep fighting because she needs to win.

Another big thing about Mia is that she is an excellent mechanic and engineer. She would probably be stingy about others touching her mobile suit, and would insist on performing all the maintenance on it by herself. And because she has no brain to mouth filter she would very likely end up scaring all other mechanics away by being super rude to them. She would not be popular in this setting, but a good part of her character is that she struggles with forming relationships so that checks out.

What else hmmm. Her mobile suit would definitely be a sniper/long range combat type. She would hate the dueling commitee. She would probably almost throw hands with Guel and Chuchu at some point.

I think that's about everything I can think about!

Thank you for the ask, have a great day!

#mia hawke

[gretavanbear]

Please use readmores for those of us scrolling on mobile!

oops i’m so so sorry!!!! i’ll try to figure out how to put it bc i don’t know how😭😭😭

[lorata]

hey i just wanted to let you know your theme is a bit broken for me on mobile? it shows nothing there for the readmores (which i only realized were there because you kept saying "fic below!" and there was... no visible fic, frowny face) and some of the pictures get smushed vertically. just thought i would let you know because sometimes these things aren't noticeable from the blog owner's end, and also idk maybe the comments will all be like "what? this is not a thing" and i'll learn something is wrong on my end. hope you have a great day :)

............. but .... why .................................

sigh. so the theme is a bit ~~clever~~ in that it lets you preview posts by using the eyeball icon without leaving your spot on the dash

APPARENTLY right now that means is it removes the readmore entirely? ...... that ... makes no sense ...............

anyway you CAN read the post by clicking the eyeball (and then X out of it at the end to close and return to the dash) but without the readmore ........ how ... are people supposed ... to know ...

OK I will fiddle with it and see if that's intended or if I borked something. thank you for letting me know! right now thanks to this ask I just realized that embedded youtube videos ignore page width and make the mobile site unusable. lol!!! fml

OKAY IT'S FIXED there will now be a readmore link to click on that will take you to the permalink page

you can still click the eyeball to stay on the dash but at least you'll know there's something TO click on. l o l !!!

(I'm gonna reblog the last few things that had writing in case people missed it. oops!)

#anonymous #lorata answers

[aria-allium]

(psst, if you wanna hide spoiler content instead of doing a few lines of dashes, try :readmore: ! it’ll make a line in the post so ppl have to click to see the rest of it, meaning they have to opt into the spoilers! it works on mobile as well, just make sure you hit enter immediately after the last : or else it’ll break)

sorry i’m a bit late to this one but ahhhh my bad!! i’ll go edit that post w the bitb spoilers (although it might be too late) and remember that for the future, lol. i’ve been on this site for a While and i forgot about the read more thing, oops

#textpost #ask

[mushiewrites]

Hi Mushie! <3

I saw you rb'd a post about anons sending you questions so I am sending you some questions... except Im not on anon :P

If you don't feel like answering (all of) these thats completely fine too!! These were just off the top of my head! (Btw sorry for how long this ask is, you can't put readmore's in asks sadly)

1. What would you say is your fav color/ are your top three fav colors?

2. Sunrises or sunsets?

3. Fav animals as a kid vs now?

4. Current fav song if you have one atm/ how often do you listen to music?

5. Do you like to sing?

6. What do you like most about your art? What got you into drawing?

7. Whats the best season/weather?

8. Do you like thunderstorms? Do you like snow?

9. Do you have plants? If yes, how many?

10. Did you drink enough water today? If no, drink some rn this is a threath!

Juno 💗🥺 I love long asks so no need to apologize! For whatever reason mobile also doesn’t ever let me do the “read more” thingy so, I’m used to it 😂 The questions are a welcoming distraction so thank you, I appreciate you so much 😭

1. Okay my all time favorite color is like a teal blue-green? Like if you look up “blue green crayola crayon” that’s my favorite 😂 But second and third favs would have to be probably lavender and mint green maybe? Black also tbh

2. I am literally obsessed with the sky at any time of day, but I prefer evening / nights. I love cotton candy sunsets and starry nights ✨

3. When I was little I think it went in order from giraffe to elephants to wolves to cows to sharks to orcas….I still love all of them now but I’d say cats, orcas and sharks are my top 3. I have tattoos of an orca and a cat, I’m gonna get one of a shark too! (*an extra bit of mushie lore: I have a half sleeve on my left forearm that’s just all animals so rn I have the cat and orca, a moth, and a snake! My next one is gonna be the shark for sure)

4. OOF music related questions. More ~mushie lore~, I was a music nerd. I was in band, choir, advanced choir, music theory, marching band, theatre…..etc. I also was a music major in college 😬 So you can imagine how often I’m surrounded by music. I listen to it every single day, I don’t know how people go without it. I’d say right now, I’m currently just listening to Sabrina Carpenters new album “emails I can’t send” on repeat. But from THAT album, I’d say “because I liked a boy” OR “how many things” are the two I listen to the most! All time fav song…..that is genuinely so hard to pick but maybe “I love you” by Billie Eilish bc it always hurts me in the best way

5. I do be singing literally daily 😂 I used to get leads in musicals and stuff but I also don’t think I’m very good. BUT that being said I’ve had multiple people try and make me audition for shows like the x factor lmfao so do whatever you’d like with that information

6. So at the moment I’m not really sure there’s anything I like about my art. I’m kind of in a funk where I think everything I do just isn’t really that good. Which is dumb and not true! Because I know that I’ve been proud of things I’ve made. But yeah…I’m not sure. How I got into art was actually through my dad. He would always have canvases at his house and he would always encourage me to create stuff. So when I was younger and throughout like grade school I was really good, I was in advanced art classes and groups and in art shows and all that. But I kind of got out of it for a bit and just started up again in 2020. And I’m definitely more of a painter now, although I have been mainly drawing to try and get skill back

7. best season hands down is autumn. My favorite weather is stormy and cloudy, a little chilly so I can just wear a big sweater or hoodie and feel nice and cozy

8. Oop, I kind of answered the thunderstorm question. As for snow…..not really. I think it’s beautiful to look at and I love when it’s cold outside, but I don’t like being outside in it or driving in it

9. I have HELLA plants. Except they’re all fake 😎 I have probably around 20-30 in my room, I have an issue

10. It’s 9AM but I haven’t slept in like 36 hours so I don’t know what counts as today and what doesn’t….I have coffee currently and I have water!

Juno you are a lovely human and I am so grateful to have you in my inbox 💗

#cayjuno #asks #mushie lore #you guys learned a lot today #thank u juno srsly like #my brain hates me rn and this was a much needed distraction

[fondofit]

Me learning how to use the readmore in the mobile app again because I’m too impatient to just post stuff at home: OOPS *saves* OPE *saves* oopsie *saves*

ad Infinitum

#fond o text

[sex-lich]

Oops meant to put that under a readmore, but i forgot to check how to make one of those on mobile

[libermachinae]

Fault Lines Under the Living Room

Part IV: Touch - Chapter 13: Twisting and Snarling

Also available on AO3 Chapter Summary: A hunt is on and the jig is up. Word Count: 3272

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Gigatron had known, upon entering the throne room, that it was his destiny to have found this place. Why else would the the throne, a grand centerpiece from which he could observe every move of his soldiers, be so perfectly fitted to his frame? From here, he’d known, he would lay the foundations for the campaign that would bring the universe, at last, to its knees before the Decepticons. A place like this was reserved for champions and kings, and his claim over it proved that he had the makings of both.

So the reports concerning the Autobot infiltrators concerned him little. In the hours since their arrival, Startle and Sweeper had alternated rushing inside with alerts to the effect of, “The grounder was spotted in the midst of sector Z4, driving inbound,” or, “The slagged shuttle intercepted and we lost visual.” They treated each announcement as if it were news. Gigatron was well aware Deadlock was headed in fast with an Autobot hanging off his spoiler. He knew his current regiment would struggle and ultimately fail to catch him. Everything was progressing as he had always expected it would, so he stayed in his throne and waited them out.

He knew, as he answered the latest hail to his comm, that while victory would inevitably be his, this would not be it.

“Report.”

“Sir,” Vanquish said, “Deadlock got away.”

“Explain.” Vanquish was among his best, the captain of his security forces and first choice for rare away missions. Hellbat had handpicked him, and Gigatron trusted no one’s judgment more. Clearly, a few years separated from his roots had done nothing to blunt Deadlock’s edge.

“We thought we had him cornered,” Vanquish said. “There were three blasters aimed at his head and a sniper up above. Pothole moved in and he took an unlikely evasive maneuver over the wall at his back.” He grumbled, his pride hurt. “He’s fast, sir.”

“Any sign of his companions?” Gigatron asked.

“No, sir.”

“Is he injured?”

“No, not that I could see, sir.”

“You had him cornered and didn’t shoot him.” This was why he so eagerly awaited Deadlock’s arrival; idleness had proven unkind to his own mechs. Deadlock, whether he ended up serving as idol or an example, would bring them back to the caliber Gigatron expected of those under his command. First, though, he had to get here, and Gigatron was growing tired of being patient. It seemed that afford this encounter the gravity it deserved, Deadlock had decided to turn it into a game. Fine. Gigatron could humor him, if only briefly.

“I’m taking my team,” he decided. “Return to base and await further orders. I don’t need you all broadcasting my location to him.”

“Yes, sir.”

Gigatron cut the comm and made to gesture to Hellbat, only to remember he had left on his own errand. He waved instead to the next nearest mech, Sweeper, who straightened to attention.

“Get my squad ready,” Gigatron commanded. “We’re joining the hunt.”

~*~

Seated in the Decepticon shuttle, hovering at the far edge of Decepticon territory, Ratchet barely moved. There had been a cough sitting in his engine so long it felt like the fumes were corroding his pipes, but he batted down commands to clear it even as his internals stung and his filters felt heavy. He could distract himself by tapping against his knee, but the feeling was starting to overwhelm his rudimentary distraction technique. 

It didn’t help that his other main distraction was judging him, harshly. Rodimus hadn’t said so much in words, but he found it amusing that Ratchet was holding himself to such stringent demands when there were easier solutions. Each time he felt the wave of derision, Ratchet shot back with the simple point that Rodimus wasn’t speaking for a reason. Both of them were silent as Drift slipped into the base, desperate not to distract him but unwilling to cut the comm for even a moment, the crackling feedback of his malfunctioning comm suite their only sign he was still operational.

There had been so many close calls getting him in this far, and he still wasn’t all the way to the target yet. Somehow, he planned to sneak a pair of potentially unwilling Decepticons back out of their fortified base, and then once outside somehow maneuver around the patrols, which were growing more aggressive with each near miss. They’d all known going in this would be a dangerous, difficult operation, but Ratchet kept wondering if they could have done more to prepare. If they’d gone in not just watching one another’s backs, but being—

Rodimus intercepted the thought before it could go any further. Regardless of the fact they kept looping back to it, now wasn’t the time.

“I’m in,” Drift whispered, offering an ideal distraction.

“What are their defenses like?” The words tumbled out of Ratchet, followed by a hacking filter cough that he immediately muted himself for. His fans were still spinning when he jumped back into the channel.

“—very spare,” Drift was saying. “Could’ve walked in through the front door.”

“That’s not normal, right?” Rodimus asked, assuming the answer but trying to avoid saying something stupid in front of the expert.

“It’s not like there’s standard practice out here, but no,” Drift said. “A group with that sophisticated a defense system normally wouldn’t leave their headquarters unattended.”

“Is it possible it’s a decoy?” Ratchet asked.

“Sure,” Drift said nonchalantly.

“As in a trap?”

“Uh-huh.”

Ratchet didn’t bother adding anything else. Rodimus’ thoughts were bland and resigned; a mental shrug, perhaps a pat on the shoulder. Ratchet accepted it as the best he was going to get.

“Any signs of Grit?” Rodimus asked to fill the empty space.

“Not yet. Have an idea where he might be, though.”

“Thought you said they don’t keep standard practice in these places.”

“They don’t.”

Ratchet was going to push him further on it when he heard the subtle click of disconnection.

“Drift?”

No response.

“Drift?” he tried again, pointlessly.

“What—did he—”

He did. He did, Ratchet was certain, because the last tone of a comm being broken was completely different from one shut off manually. That knowledge, combined with Rodimus’ unending confidence in Drift, allowed them to stave off the cascade of panic they felt at being shut out so suddenly.

“Why would he cut us off?” Rodimus demanded.

Ratchet briefly wondered if they were coming to rely too much on their mind link, losing touch with how to understand other Cybertronians without it. The passing thought was swept along in the tide, though, inconsequential compared to their much more pressing concerns.

“He found something.” And now he was facing it all alone.

“Not alone,” Rodimus reminded him. “He’s got us.”

He wasn’t wrong. Ratchet reached out and held onto Rodimus’ certainty, feeling Rodimus do the same as he started to input the commands for takeoff.

~*~

Gigatron slammed one taloned foot to the ground and roared, echoing through the barren canyons. Another dead end and no sign of Deadlock. The little shuttle had made one appearance but fled the moment Gigatron gave chase, leaving him once more to wait for reports full of almosts and nearlys.

The tracks Drop Down had found led to a cliff with no apparent follow through. Same with the trail Sweeper had slithered over. Now, Rageor was chiming in, claiming he had found something. Gigatron flapped his wings twice and took to the air, homing in on the provided coordinates. Rageor stood before a tall cliff face, two members of his squad on either side of him, facing something hidden between the three of them. Gigatron let himself drop, brittle dust stone buckling beneath his feet as he landed and sending a cloud up into the air. He coiled his necks up to their full height before he stepped forward, flames licking his teeth.

“Show me,” he demanded.

Rageor nodded and stepped aside, revealing a mech cowering against the wall. Blocky and tan with green accents, his utterly plain appearance would have made it possible to mistake him for a neutral, were it not for the purple insignia splashed on the back of his shoulder. Gigatron turned to the captain of his vanguard, who raised his hands and took a step back.

“That’s not Deadlock,” Gigatron growled.

“He claims to have information,” Rageor said, turning his face away when the flames came close. Gigatron turned one of his heads to the unknown Decepticon, who cowered from the direct attention and squirmed as though trying to press himself into the rock itself.

“Well?” The thrill of the hunt was waning, glory still at bay, and Gigatron’s patience was wearing thin.

“Dr—Deadlock, he brought me here,” the Decepticon said, “on his shuttle. Rickety little thing, meant we were in auditory range the whole time.” He gulped as Gigatron pawed at the ground, talons driving furrows into the soft stone. “He and his Autobots, they were trying to be vague, but they had something on their ship. Some kinda weapon.”

“And?” Gigatron asked, unimpressed. He hardly needed to ruffle his platelets to reveal his own flying arsenal. If this Decepticon intended to use this weapon as a bargaining chip for his life, Gigatron wasn’t sure which side he was undervaluing more.

“And they specifically didn’t want you getting at it”

Hm. Hadn’t he heard a refrain like that before?

The Decepticon froze as Gigatron straightened, each of his hands rising high to scan the distant horizon. Deadlock might have been the key to this planet’s greatest asset, but Gigatron hadn’t gotten where he was by limiting his prospects.

“All patrols, update priorities,” he announced. “It seems there is a second prize in our midst.”

~*~

“That is what we are, that is why we’re here. Machines of war, of—”

Hellbat broke off mid-rant, which was fine, because with two guns aimed at his head and the tip of a sword digging into his back, Drift was only half paying attention. The rest of his limited focus was on Grit, kneeled at Hellbat’s side with his hands bound behind his back and plating locked tight as a blast container. The stone army he had tucked to the side for now, concerning but not an immediate threat while they remained in their dormant state.

“What? Gigatron, sir,” Hellbat snapped, glaring at the ceiling as though he could see his commander through the stone. “You can’t—we need the Autobots alive.”

Drift did his best not to react, though the blade digging harder between his shoulder panels suggested he didn’t do well enough.

“What’s—I don’t know—what do you care about some cheap Autobot weapon? We have the army, remember? That’s—”

Drift’s control slipped. He flinched from the edge of the sword cutting into his subplating, but it didn’t stop him from switching his comms back on. Security be damned, they were already compromised.

“Gigatron knows about the Enigma,” he rushed to say. “Get off the planet, go, they—”

“Hey, enough.”

He thought he heard the blip of a response before the gun pointed at his temple twisted around and came down hard against his helm. His vision went to static as he went down, not from the blow itself but the audible POP as his busted comms suite finally gave out. A hand grabbed his drooping shoulder and hauled him upright again, while another forced his helm up to meet Hellbat’s optics.

“If you tell me where the Autobots are, I’ll promise to put them into stasis before I begin the harvesting process,” he said. “It’s a much better end than they’ll find in Gigatron’s maw, I assure you.”

Helm swimming with pain and spark frantic with worry—please, let them somehow find a degree more sense than they had displayed throughout the extent of this ordeal—Drift somehow managed to find Hellbat’s optics and lock onto them.

“You know, you almost remind me of them,” he said. “You’re all terrible at compromise.” His voice sounded hollow, and when the next strike came he sagged down to his knees, waiting for the pain to fade and the static to clear. He tried pinging his comm suite but got nothing, not even the echo of a signal failing to reach its destination. He was fully cut off.

“Go,” he heard Hellbat bark. “Gather your team. You know what to do.”

“But sir—”

“Once I’ve gathered everything I need from him, you can do whatever you please with what remains,” Hellbat promised Vanquish. “Now go.”

The blade drew away from his back, followed by retreating footsteps. He peered up at his remaining guards, guns still aimed, and Hellbat, who had drawn out a pair of stasis cuffs. Drift glanced at Grit. The returned look was weary, but not yet beaten. The silent dialogue that passed between them might not have been precise as a comm, but it was much faster: Drift only had to leap back as Grit threw himself at Hellbat.

Both guns went off, their near misses giving Drift an opening to draw his swords and rush them. Movements simple, cuts clean: one guard down faster than the time it had taken him to get up. The other fired again, forcing Drift to dodge to the side and back. The remaining guard circled Drift, finger wrapped around the trigger and clearly waiting for him to make the first move. Drift let him, maneuvering himself until his back was to the hallway, the guard standing between him and the stone army.

Down on the floor, Grit didn’t have a way to pin Hellbat, but he was keeping him occupied, both of them twisting and snarling around each other as they fought for the advantage. Hellbat managed to curl one leg between them and shove Grit off. He rolled into Drift’s path, who hauled him up without taking his optics off the guard. Hellbat rose to his pedes with an almost insulting level of patience, dusting off his armor and brushing his hand over the minor dents Grit had left in his plating. Drift shoved Grit behind himself, swords immediately coming back up when he saw the guard twitch.

“Go,” he said without looking back. “I suspect your teammate needs help right now.”

“Which one?” Grit growled. “They’re both—uck, never mind. You want these two for yourself? Have at ‘em.” He took off, awkward gait echoing through the empty stone halls. Drift didn’t know how he would get out of the base with his arms bound, but with so much else riding on him he couldn’t worry about it.

Hellbat’s guard twitched, tempted by the easy target into opening a window. Drift spun his blade forward, going for the gun, but Hellbat shoved him to the side. The scuffle was enough to break the gun’s aim, but now it was pointed at Drift as he rolled to the side and threw off Hellbat. He swept out a leg, knocking over the guard, and used his momentum as he stood to kick the gun to the other side of the platform.

He made to chase after it, but a flash of movement to his other side caught his attention: Hellbat had taken off. Drift gave a second kick to make sure the guard stayed down, then rushed to the edge of the platform, Hellbat touching down at the control panels in the middle of the room.

“Enough of this.”

“Hellbat, don’t!” Drift launched himself over the barrier, knowing he was already too late.

“Maybe a few of you will be left well enough intact for me to finish me work, maybe not,” Hellbat said. “It doesn’t matter; destiny will have its way.” He pressed something on the panel and the whole room began to hum.

~*~

Comms were still online and broadcasting, but they hadn’t used them since Ratchet finally gave up trying to hail Drift. Since then, communication had taken place entirely within their heads, ideas and plans and anxieties cascading and mingling until once more it became a challenge to remember where one started and the other began. Unlike before, though, the overlap in their minds did not overwhelm. Instead, their shared fears were pushed down under the joint weight of their assurance and commitment, elevating a single priority above all the noise of their eddying thoughts: find Drift.

Rodimus was hovering in a canyon near the base as Ratchet moved in. To speed his approach, Ratchet was keeping the base between himself and the orbital cannon, a risky move when they didn’t know how desperate the Cons were. This was the best their combined processors could come up with, though, and addressing all of their doubts would have wasted time better spent searching for Drift.

Rodimus watched their surroundings, looking for any sign of the Con hunting parties that had hounded him and Drift on their way in. The world below was as still as the stone that made it, though, no glints of passing armor or bored blaster rounds to pinpoint the enemy. He knew they had to be out there (unless they were already back in the base, a possibility they weren’t ready to think about yet), but the deep valleys and harsh shadows were working in their favor. There was a real possibility he was being sought just as intently by mechs who would see him long before he found them, but he didn’t dare to leave his post in case Drift came running out of the base, in need of urgent pickup.

It was thanks to his vantage point he was able to witness two arrivals at nearly the same time. The first was the Decepticon shuttle sailing into view, dodging between the tallest rock formations with a dexterity that shouldn’t have been possible for the unwieldy shuttle. The second, and the more startling, was a beastformer of immense size twisting out of the shadows, many eyes locked on the approaching ship while its body rippled and coiled, preparing to spring.

Rodimus shouted something, more sound than word and utterly inconsequential. Ratchet swallowed his panic and the shuttle swerved into a tighter turn than it was designed for, swinging out of the way of the incoming pounce but directly into a stone peak. Even at a distance, Rodimus swore he could hear the terrible sound of rending metal, rattling Ratchet’s thoughts and shaking his control. Rodimus dropped the speeder into a dive, aiming for the shuttle, but Drift’s ship was already spitting out its own complaints, shaking like it was on the verge of falling apart. He could see Ratchet’s ideas forming in real time, and no, stop, that was a stupid idea, don’t—

Got each other.

The Decepticon shuttle’s thrusters heaved up to full burn. There wasn’t the space to gain much speed, but the momentum was enough, slamming into the beastformer who belched flames and raked claws across the cockpit. He was aiming to tear his way inside, but before he could he was smashed into, then through a stone wall, the entire nose of the shuttle lost into a band of an explosion and an outpouring of thick, black smoke.

“Ratchet!” Rodimus yelled, unable to tell whether all the panicked, fearful thoughts were shared between them or just his own processor knocked into hyperspeed.

The shuttle’s engines ground it forward until something gave and they flared out with a series of pops and bursts. The entire craft was forced upward once more before the thrusters finally burned out and it slumped, the angle of the hole it had made forcing it to turn like a final wave goodbye.

#maccadam #transformers #dratchrod #ratchet #rodimus #drift #my writing #longfic #fault lines #oops forgot the readmore #sorry mobile users ^^'

[kalijhomentethi]

"Please refrain from impulsive motorcycle rides again, Miss Akali, at least while we are on schedule. It makes things quite difficult if you are out for too long."

She waves a hand dismissively. That ride wasn’t entirely impulsive; she knew perfectly well just how long Evelynn’s calls lasted. She just gave the others the space they needed at that time. Plus, she needed to clear her head too. Making decisions while tempers were on the verge of flaring was never a good or smart thing to do.

Having been with K/DA for a while now made her more attuned to noticing even the tiniest hints of danger, and all hell could break loose if nothing was done about it. Ahri becomes a tad bit grumpier, Bokkie’s energy drops (Akali definitely caught the face Kai’Sa made when Ahri wanted to start from the chorus), and Eve gets quieter than usual, almost sinisterly so.

As for Yasuo... Well, Yasuo was Yasuo. Damn him and his stories, he really couldn’t have helped her out when that happened?

“I’ll save the rides for my free time, Crow. Don’t worry ‘bout it.” Or at least for when she wants to avoid another incident.

#'at least while we are on schedule' #crow you enabler #also oop not sure if readmores work on mobile #ic #popstar verse #vilefeather

[heckdt]

thinkin abt that love language post and i really wanna figure out kous Love Language lol .. he fits a lotta the options and its kinda hard to determine the ultimate way he gives + recieves love

i always imagined him as a touch guy, but its like.. not the case with him? hes only really shown to be touching anybody (not out of self defense) when he was drunk and talking w those men at that. bar? w/e it was. there was also the time he, uh. “pinned” kei to the bathroom wall. but thats not. it wasnt a way of showing affection... more like aggression lol

and like, i thought itd be quality time? but that could easily fit in with that whole, uh, fear hes got going on, so tbh this is probably a way of him expressing his anxiety and Not a love language

id say kous more of a words guy, given with how he just. is so blatant and forward with anything he says. maybe its just particularly regarding kei that he feels so Honest with, but hes never lied in ajin. not. that he could lie anywehre else, but ykno.

i dont know what compels him to, but kou is embarrassingly honest with kei, to the point that it just. baffles me! i mean, one of the first few convos he has with kei involves him giving his (unwarranted) opinion abt kei saving that surgeon! (like, who just shares their analysis on someones actions like that... kou u are one of a kind man, never change) after this, kou (amazingly!) expresses a very large amount of hatred towards keis apathetic personality and calls him scum cus of it. then theres when he just, out and says how he thinks kei is amazing. admitting his admiration! and theres also when *lists off 15 more koukei moments that i think too deply into* maybe its just me and a Certain fear abt smth, but kous ability to just say what hes thinking, w/o any fear of holding back, is incredible to me.

hes definitely not a gifts guy, & i hate to say this but hed prolly never remember anything abt anybody to Remember to buy em something. besides, gifts would prolly be superficial in his eyes anyway, people should say what they think to prove their affections (is what hed think. maybe)

he particularly fits the acts one well, with his really giving n kind nature. although, i dont think its his love language, kind of more like how he expresses a certain (cough cough) anxiety of his

actually, second guessing is making me think more abt it. does kou not act on his thoughts without a second regard? does he not act first, think later? is this not his whole mantra, motto, way of life itself? and yeah, perhaps he changed to be this way after his first death, but does it still not apply? it wouldnt, but at the same time, shouldnt it..? very confusing but i love thinkin abt him so its ok

ok, much 2 think abt. it is 240 am thx for comi

#i sound so. lackluster... #i tend to think more in depth abt kou when im in a Mood so thats why my words are coming out so... quietly #lol notice how i said ‘hatred towards keis apathetic personality’ ... no i will not say kou just outwright hated kei sht up........ #long post #i wrote a lot oops. i cant even put a readmore cus im mobile locked

[dubblebubbletea]

i want to see historia meet with the current jaw titan. i think armin's nervous behavior re:annie is reflective of him inheriting certain memories, just like how eren's behavior has changed due to the memories he inherited from grisha. ymir is such a huge part of historia's character, i can't imagine that the jaw titan is just THERE not thinking about historia at all... and i highly doubt historia's role in the plot is finished. let them meet!!!

#snk #historia reiss #snk spoilers #aot spoilers #spoilers #yumikuri #i hope im tagging these spoilers right #i would add a readmore but im on mobile oops #anyway i cant accept yumikuri being over #also does reiner know historia is pregnant? #i have no idea who is where rn #but there are so many possibilities #.txt

[asexual-levia-tan]

if i dont say this now i dont think ill be able to sleep

ill elaborate more on it tomorrow hopefully but

i kinda wish bruno had died at that....chapel?

#wwaffles bein' an idiot #jo watches jojo #whats the difference between a church and a chapel #anyway. posting this in hopes itll clear my mind and make me actually talk about this tomorrow #i think readmores still dont work on mobile so oops but i will be posting it under a readmore cause i think itll be kinda long