#ooooo i like this particular set

[morningstargirl666]

what are your top ten favorite klaroline fics?

Ooooo let me think... in no particular order:

The Lost Prince & The Eternal Queen by @3tinkgemini /3tingemini

Oh this is a beloved favourite. Caroline's a werewolf alpha and Klaus, fresh from breaking his curse, searches her pack out to turn them into hybrids. Instead of forces them to turn, Caroline makes a deal with him, teaching him what it means to be who they are, offering him a place in her pack and if by a certain amount of time her pack want to become hybrids, he may turn as many as he wishes. It's got some great lore and delves nicely into Klaus' werewolf side. I adore it.

The Stubborn Grace of Being Loved Regardless by @helpless-in-sleep / perfectpro

Also an all-time favourite, this fic is beautiful. Caroline isn't turned into a vampire and when Klaus rolls into town, she's still human. That doesn't deter his affections. AND DID I MENTION YOU GET TO SEE HIM IN WOLF FORM? NO? WELL YOU DO AND I AM STILL NOT OVER IT 😭😭😭

Wisteria by @little-miss-sunny-daisy / sunnydaisy

Caroline meets Klaus before he comes to Mystic Falls, without realising he is in fact, The Klaus, The Original Hybrid. A beautiful love story unfolds that leaves you all soft and gooey inside.

The Howling by @bellemorte180 / BelleMorte180

I LOVE the idea of this two-shot. It's a werewolf mate au - wherein both Klaus and Caroline are werewolves. There's also ✨Damon murder✨ Need I say more?

From The Eastern Mountains by @cupcakemolotov / Cupcakemolotov

Read this not too long ago actually and kicked myself for not finding it sooner. In between grieving her mother, travelling and finding her own place in the world, Caroline keeps bumping into Klaus. The scene at the market haS changed me on a fundamental level, i even don't know why that scene's the most vivid for me but it is. There's just something so mundane about it. AND HELL YES WE GET KLAUS IN WOLF FORM!!! Go forth and read.

Their Nightly Ritual by bellamywinchester

A fic from my ffnet days, this has got to be a contender for my favourite kc fic of all time. Again, there's just something so mundane about it, even with all the supernatural shenanigans - I guess I have a type? I NEED THE DOMESTICITY OKAY? Caroline and Klaus exchange phone calls while she's in college, diverging from season 5 canon.

Blood and A Quick Murder (and isn't that how it always is?) by @ks-caster / KS_Caster

A beautiful character study on how Caroline will always come first in Klaus' books. It explores a really unique idea I've never seen before, and if you like this one-shot you should definitely check out ks-caster's Red Queen series too, which diverges from canon at season 4.

Till I Tasted You by @kirythestitchwitch / KiryTheStitchWitch

GOD this fic is a favourite because never have I ever been ruined so severely by one line of dialogue: “As if I could be jealous of a boy who has no concept of what it is like to touch the sun and then spend a millennium looking for daylight in every strangers’ face.” YOU SEE??? HOW WILL I FIND LOVE NOW THIS IS MY STANDARD???

[muffled screaming]

Wicked Schemes by willowaus

This one is probably on every klaroline rec list, but eh, I don't care. It's a good classic. I love that its set in New Orleans and Caroline gets her own powers. It also has Klaus in wolf form and any fic that has that instantly earns my seal of approval, as you should know by now.

the fate makes for a lousy poet by @stars-and-darkness / for_darkness_shows_the_stars

I binged this in a morning and after I finished it I was left shell shocked, in that high state after a fic has completely changed you on a spiritual level where you don't know how to move on with your life. I just remember lying atop my bed and staring at the ceiling like??? What do I do now??? What was I doing before I read this??? Fuck if I know. It's an amazing fic, canon divergent from season 3, a tattoo soulmate au with brilliant appearances from Kol, Elijah and Rebekah as well. And hey, in my shell shock after reading it I left an essay-length comment on the fic and now I'm best mates with the author. Our tastes literally align so perfectly it's like we share the same brain cell, so I could probably make a top ten klaroline fic list out of Ella's fics alone - every fic of hers takes all my hopes and dreams and weaves them into art. So check her stuff out, and not just the popular ones either (she's also got an amnesia au in the works which has me FERAL so come help me pester her to finish it)

#klaroline #klaus x caroline #fanfiction #klaroline fanfiction #fic recs #fic rec #fanfic recs #caroline forbes #klaus mikaelson #anon ask

[cricketnationrise]

Hi!! My prompt:

3:47pm

The lake house on Lake LBJ

Oscar Diaz

Song for vibes: My Way DH by Rascal Flatts

Thank you!!! ❤️❤️❤️

ooooo Oscar was fun to write. note to self, must write more Oscar. anyway i listened to My Wish and immediately had 'dad thinking about his kids' vibes so please enjoy just over 600 words of oscar being happy for his children 💜🦗

read the rest of the ficlets here!

❤️🤍💙❤️🤍💙

3:47pm, lake lbj

It’s a special kind of surreal seeing both his kids in love.

Sure, June may not actually be dating Nora, but that’s a when, not an if, judging by the way Nora half-melts when June smiles at her and the special crinkle of June’s eyes when she watches Nora spout off ridiculous statistics. Oscar hasn’t seen that particular crinkle since June was with Evan. His heart swells with happiness for his oldest every time he spots her and Nora lost in each other’s company or trying to drown each other in the lake or communicating solely through raised eyebrows and quirked lips or when Nora hides her watery eyes when June sings Annie’s Song next to the campfire. They’re practically one brain, one soul even, split across two bodies and it’s stunning to witness.

Sure, Alex may not have admitted to himself that he’s in love with Henry, but Oscar would bet the lake house, his Senate seat, and much more besides, that Alex will figure his shit out soon, because he’s never seen his son like this before. 

Alex has always moved a million miles an hour, always put a ton of pressure on himself, always pushed himself to juggle a seemingly-impossible load. Oscar has seen the dark circles under his eyes when they video chat, has heard the exhaustion in his voice when Alex visits his Senate office, has noted the middle-of-the-night timestamp on one too many emails to think that Alex is completely fine. Oscar recognizes the signs of stress—both from himself and from when he and Ellen lived together—that have been increasing in frequency over the past year.

But lately, and this week in particular, Alex seems settled in his own skin—he’s practically aglow—and not because of the sunshine. Every time he sets eyes on Henry, or makes him laugh, or even just talks about him, Alex lights up. All through prepping the food earlier, Alex had kept glancing out the window, a fond smile on his face at the sight of Henry out on the dock refereeing the girls. Watching his son and Henry interact, it’s like there’s a whole other level of happiness that’s been unlocked. 

Alex’s carefully blank voice when he’d asked if his ‘friend’ Henry could come to the lake house had all of Oscar’s dad instincts sitting up. And his son’s anxious hand wringing when he’d introduced Henry had been enough to tell Oscar that this person was someone special to Alex, even if he’d never indicated he was interested in men before. Their conversation in the kitchen had been an unnecessary, but welcome, confirmation. 

All he’s ever wanted for June and Alex is for them to be safe and happy. The Texas sun shining down only highlights how content his kids are—it looks good on them both—and Oscar is beyond grateful he gets to witness it. He’s always wished for them to dream as big as they wanted to, for them to reach out and gather up all the love they can possibly hold inside. He’s always wanted them to have a comfortable place to land, a secure set of arms to fall into if life knocks them down. He’s always wanted them to know they can fly free, knowing someone loves them unconditionally. And sure, he and Ellen and Leo and all their extended family love Alex and June but— It’s immensely satisfying knowing that the universe has answered Oscar’s wish and led both of his children to their people.

He hopes they’re both brave enough to reach out and gather their loves close, and hang on tight through whatever life throws their way.

#cricket writes #historicallysam #ficlet fest 500 #rwrb #oscar diaz #schmoopy about his kids #as is right and proper

[aokoaoi]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫.

֎ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗅 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾. || ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᶠᵒᵘʳ

֍ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗂 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋.

֍ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : realizing this'll be a slow burn fic. takin things slow cuz I don't wanna rush this fic and mess shit up ooooo

The Wakandan watches as you shuffled around the humongous library with your head focused on a book you were reading. It's honestly surprising how you weren't bumping into any shelves right now considering how you weren't even looking at where you're going.

You were doing your daily studies, but today instead of studying you got your head caught up in a book you've never seen before. Shuri insisted that she'd just follow you around since she didn't have anything particular to do in the palace. And she certainly did  it want to get caught up in your mother's gossips.

Shuri leads back on the soft seated cushion, watching your every move. She tried reading a book you gave her earlier to keep her busy instead of just staring at you all the time, but the book bored her the second she read the first paragraphs.

Her mind then drifts off to the marriage proposal you got set up on. She's got to admit, even though it is too soon to judge, the prince did seem like a genuine nice guy. Who knows, maybe he got set up in the proposal as well.

Arranged marriage was common in your family. Your great grandparents were in an arranged marriage, and trust her when she says this; the marriage was not pretty.

She didn't know much about your parents marriage, but your mother and father seemed like to genuinely love eachother. Your father absolutely treasures your mother like she's gold, and your mother is full blown smitten with your father.

Sometimes those twos affection together made you and the Wakandan turn away in embarrassment.

Shuri truly didn't know how to feel about the proposal as well. Apart of her was displeased about the idea of you marrying someone else. What would happen if the ceremony happens? Would you two grow apart? Will you slowly start to love the prince and forget about her?

The Wakandan hopes not. She'll be destroyed if it did happen.

She doesn't want to place assumptions on the prince, the poor royal is already looked down by the both of you. Although if he ends up hurting you no matter if you didn't have a ring yet, she will make his life living hell.

No, not another war. Just simple threats thrown around the table.

But perhaps this marriage will benefit both nations. Still though, your feelings and opinions should matter, but sadly enough your mother couldn't respect that.

You snapped a finger infront of the Queen's face, snapping her out of her own thoughts that seemed to drown her big smart mind. The Wakandan hadn't realized she was staring, making you grow a smug look on your face.

"What's the my lovely Queen thinkin' about, hm?" You coyly questioned the girl, pressing the palm of your hand on the edge of the table, relying your weight on the posture as you leaned against the smooth surface. The said girl couldn't help but match your smug grin at the nickname you just called her.

"I'm thinking about the prince."

Your smugness immediately dropped at her bold words, the previous look being replaced with confusion. You masked the disappointment you're feeling by playfully pouting like a child.

"My Queen is thinking about someone else when I'm right here infront of her? How heartbreaking." You placed a hand over your heart, faking an ungraceful sob like a heartbroken teen. Shuri only laughs at your actions, amused, but then again it was something you'd do anyway.

"It's not in that way, Princess. Just thinking about if he's.. just fake or genuinely nice." At her response, you couldn't help but snort.

"That's not something you should worry about, lovely. Don't fret your pretty self over it." You retorted, placing a book you almost forgot you were holding on the tables smooth surface with a soft thud. The Wakandan couldn't help but put up a frown across her beautiful face, your words lingering in her head.

"But it is," at her words, you focused your attention on her, interested in what she has to say. "You're my friend.. best friend, (name). I care about you so much, even the general thinks it's too much. If you even get heartbroken by that man, I will end it for him." She mutters the threat, but you end up hearing it anyway.

Despite the threat, you couldn't help but feel touched by her words. You leaned on the table, grabbing her hands with your own as a close lipped smile casted on your face. "I care about you too. But I'm capable of handling myself, I promise you this. No man will ever be able to hurt me ever again." You strictly state.

The Wakandan Queen was still hesitant, but decided to agree with you. You were an independent and strong woman, you indeed are capable of yourself. But that doesn't stop her from worrying about you.

"Anyways, all this studying is starting to bore me." You muttered, fixing your posture immediately when you realized you were bending far too down in the table.

"You were barely studying, (name). You found a novel when you were looking for more books to study about, and then got hooked up by it the soon you opened it." The Queen snarkily remarks, and you huffed. You dislike it when she proves you wrong, but it is funny sometimes.

"Don't call me out like that, I deserved that book break, okay? Plus, I wanna spar." You state, watching as the Wakandan raise a brow, a challenging aura filling up the room from the two of you.

"Oh, you're asking the black panther to a spar? How cute." Shuri smirks slightly. You ignored her confident words, only mustering a challenging nod of your head. "Yes. You're more of a tough challenge to train with. I like tough challenges."

The Queen hums, raising a brow. "You do? Usually you whine and complain to me about it." You stiffened at her words, slightly glaring at her. "Don't go there."

"Aw, did your lovely Queen strike a nerve?"

"Save that damn confidence on training grounds!"

The Queen hurriedly stands up from her seat when you began chasing her around, her loud laughs echoing on the palace halls as you furiously chased after her, trailing right behind the Wakandan.

The palace workers only looked at you two confused as you dashed past them, amused by the boths childishness. The two of yours energy always managed to chase away the suffocating seriousness inside the palace interior, and that's why they like the Wakandan and yours duality so much.

You both were pretty much inseparable, even when you two are in different nations.

very short:( got caught up drawing today. also the word smirk makes me ick so i try to replace it with smug/grin. just a random fact idfk why i had to share that imao ! part one. part two. part three. part five. || tagging : @ilacknames @sokkasbae225 @puppykitt @ziayamikaelson @katefullerrr @retirement-home @jelliesstuff @honey-teaaaaaaaa @imshurisbabymama @adharaoaklyn @melodykisses @skimm0nzz @nikilvr @shurilover @itsmaniii @just-levyy @bitchsmasher5000 @minallie @whatawonderfulusername

#shuri x reader #shuri black panther #shuri udaku #shuri fluff #princess shuri #shuri fanfiction #black panther fanfiction #black panther shuri #black panther wakanda forever #black panther #wakandans #queen of wakanda #wakanda forever shuri #wakanda forever #letitia wright x reader #letitia wright black panther #letitia wright shuri #letitia wright #fanfic #reader insert #character x reader #fanfiction #mcu #mcu black panther #mcu shuri #marvel studios #marvel #—aoifics

[velvetwyrme]

So OG Sans can play the trombone, Underfell! Sans plays a trumpet according to his creator. Do you think any of the other au skeletons play instruments? Part of me wants Swap! Papyrus to play the drums solely so he can make the ba dum tss sound. Other other half of me wants to give him an electric keyboard that is always set to the silly sound effects setting like duck quacks and dogs barking.

Ooooo that's a good question!!! 👀!!!!!!! I have many many thoughts on this and have settled on exactly 0 of them!! (I have multiple opposing headcanons and simply pick and choose whatever I think is funniest/most interesting for the situation)

ONE of them is "all the Sanses play brass wind instruments, and all the Papyri play percussion or strings" (One of the bits in the Papyrus QnA also reinforced this for me)

I love love love the idea of Swap!Pap playing drums!! He also strikes me as a guitar guy tbh (*pointedly looks away from the Bard in Flipping Fate*) I feel like he's also the most likely to own a kazoo or a ukelele though. Maybe even an omatone.

... Funny you mention using a keyboard for silly sounds! In a deleted scene from EOVD, Swapfell!Papyrus has a soundboard lmao. I can also see him playing a cello or bass... (or at least, for the way I write him.) Speaking of the way I write him- I've also made reference to him being a trombone player for a one off gag lol. Bwuuu.

In the same vein of "things I've written about/gestured at before", but I don't think classic Pap ever settles on an instrument. He tries out a bunch but never ends up playing one more than any other. So in a way I can see him with any and all instruments lol.

If sticking by the Sans=Brass rule, I feel like Swap!Sans and Swapfell!Sans would have either a saxophone (more like saxobone) or a tuba. Either combination works in my mind. If not sticking by that rule, I could see Swapfell!Sans playing a string instrument maybe? Or a clarinet lol. Swap!Sans also strikes me as a trumpet guy, if you don't mind overlaps.

Underfell!Papyrus ... I like to think he plays piano :] In contrast to the existing discussions about where the piano falls on the scale between percussion and strings; any instrument is a percussion instrument if you hit it hard enough.

Additionally. I think he was taught to play piano by UF!dyne and you can pry this headcanon from my cold dead hands !!!!!!!

Also as a bonus, I think Horror!Pap would play the harp. No particular reason, I just like the visual of it lol. Horror!Sans probably just... stopped playing his trombone, and after getting his head injury either picks it up again or resorts to humming/tapping along instead because fine motor control is harder for him :p

#since my swapfell interpretations are a blend of all of the ones i've seen; here are some hcs for some other popular SF/FS interpretations: #mutt - electric guitar because i think thats cool #coffee - keyboard!!! or flute... #razz - i think it'd be really funny if he played the triangle and was like. REALLY SERIOUS ABOUT IT. DON'T LAUGH- he WILL stab you. #wine - violin! #cash - kazoo for *sure* #FOR SOME REASON TUMBLR WONT LET ME EDIT THIS ON MOBILE? #velwy.txt #anon #inbox #oh this reminds me i had a shitpost i was drawing relating to the skeletons and instruments lol #TY FOR YOUR PATIENCE BTW <333 #mindmortar

[clownery-and-fuckery]

For the dialogue quote ;)

15/16 (they go together quite well, so whatever works best)

also if youre dying to write one in particular, heres a free pass to go with that ^^

Ooooo this was a very nice combo. I love ALL of these prompts, but for this combo, 29 spoke to me. Especially with the inspiration from 15/16. This was fun >:]

I also left this one open, so it can be any brother except for Hunter >:) I did this before and I loved it a lot so thank you for the reason to try again!!!! I hope you enjoy <33

Prompts:

"This is going to hurt, okay?"

"God, I'm so sorry, it'll be over soon, I promise."

"Tell me where it hurts, and be specific."

Warnings: no major ones!! >:)

Hunter smelt blood long before he found his brother. He should have paid closer attention, he shouldn't have gotten so distracted with his and Crosshair's petty argument. It shouldn't have taken Wrecker, Echo and Tech crying out for Hunter to realise he had led them straight into open ground. Yet it did. Yet he was here, sprinting around the snowy terrain screaming for his brothers, giving away his positing, compromising their mission and his safety just to find them. To herd them back, to regroup- anything just to hear them. The snow fell peacefully around him, and then he heard it. Hunter took off into a sprint, finding a lump at the bottom of a ditch. Ice cold water pushed through and over his brother as he gasped for breath. Hunter threw himself into the freezing current without a second thought. "Hey, hey–" Hunter clasped him tight, feeling the harsh shivers rippling underneath his palms. "I'm here, it's okay, you're okay–" Hunter winced at the sound of teeth chattering. He smelt blood again, stronger than before and his chest seized in panic. He gripped his brother tight. "Tell me where it hurts, and be specific." Hunter ordered, listening for his slurred mumble over the sound of teeth cracking together uncontrollably. He managed to catch the words 'broken', and 'needs to be set' before he sighed, pulling back. "Okay," Hunter eyed his brother, mournfully taking in the damage he had caused. Had he been more careful, this could have been avoided. "Okay, here's what we'll do." He leaned forward, taking the now obviously dislocated knee carefully into his hold. He ignored the hiss, and the "Stop! Hurts–!" He recieved as he gently leaned his brother back. "What we're gonna do, is set this, and get you back to the Marauder. We'll look at it properly back there." Hunter explained gently. He hesitated, looking up from his knee to his brother's face, that was tight with pain "This is going to hurt, okay?" Hunter said, suddenly unsure. "You think you can let me do this for you?" An affirmative nod is given immediately, like he had forgotten it was Hunter who had put him in that position. Still, Hunter smiled greatfully. "Thank you," He said softly. "Now, bite down on something." The process was easier than Hunter imagined. It was the after that shocked him. The pain set in afterwards, when the current stopped rushing, when the calm had settled. Hunter's arms shot out to catch his sibling as he went down hard, gasping and covering up shouts of agony. Hunter held him through the pain. "I know," He mumbled against him, pressing a kiss to his head as he shook against Hunter. "God, I'm so sorry, it'll be over soon, I promise." The trembles subsided, fading into a simple shiver, and they kept moving. Hunter hesitated to leave once they had returned, especially before the hypno set in. He relaxed when he saw the sedatives work their wonders, when he saw his brother sink into the bunk with a tired sigh. Then, Hunter turned and faced the tundra again to find the others.

#sw the bad batch #tbb hunter #tbb tech #tbb crosshair #tbb wrecker #tbb echo

[thenamesblurrito]

assorted Transformers fics to rec (part 1...?)

i really do think fic recs are valuable to fandom so here’s a random collection of Transformers fics i like, with no particular theme. these were compiled by frantically googling half-remembered bits to try and find the only ones i remember reading years ago, and i know i’m missing some i’d like to include

EDIT: part 2 here!

A Prime Performance

TFP AU, incomplete, AO3. Megatron is an actor in a children’s show. this is just as hilarious as you think it is. some slowburn MegOp. i love all the easter eggs and references and the way this in-universe show is created and run?? it’s fascinating

All Roads Lead to Rome

no set continuity/vaguely Bayverse, oneshot, AO3. a huge robot warrior like Sunstreaker is odd enough in modern times, just imagine him in ancient Rome. extremely interesting premise to me i love this bit and would love more. warning for typical crass patriarchal expectations for women in marriage but nothing actually explicit

Another Gate

Bayverse, complete multichap, FFN. whatever Sam is now, it isn’t human. some REAL good body horror, friendship, and alien strangeness ooooo

Bodies (break)

IDW, oneshot, AO3. Ultra Magnus goes to therapy and Rung is something wrong. oooooooghhghghhf i LOVE when people lean into the oddness and creepiness of the local god

Brave New World

fan canon, ongoing webcomic, TFW05. a spin on BW among other things, following Rodimus Prime’s crew of beastformers as they face down an assortment of bad guys and mysteries. LOVE this canon guys i LOVE it, very very good beast mode choices, very heartfelt and very funny, i also love seeing the art progression over the years. lovely webcomic here

Burn a hole in the old grip of the familiar

TFP, complete multichap, AO3, NSFW near the end. it’s focused on Ultra Magnus/reader but the first half of this fic is probably my favorite. the overwhelm and incredulity the reader character grapples with for awhile, i feel like it’s pretty realistic for someone who’s been shoved into a weird new world. DEFINITELY did Breakdown dirty though. has sequels that i haven’t read

dares for the first time

G1, oneshot, AO3. lovely little take on a G1 Guiding Hand that makes me feel things

Dog of Law

IDW, complete multichap, AO3. the Lost Light crew don’t find Minimus in Tyrest’s cells, they find a small green turbofox. lovely character driven piece here and honestly i just really like when his canonical turbofox alt is used i think it’s a shame we never got it in the story proper

First Contact

IDW, incomplete, AO3. listen it’s only a little bit written but i am OBLIGATED to post isekai/modern girl in Middle Earth/falling into fiction type of stories and i really liked the setup for this one okay! i love isekai and this was the only one i could remember to track down

Grey Is The Night

Batman/vaguely IDW crossover, complete multichap, AO3. there’s a new police car in Gotham, and it’s up to no good. listen i don’t even do DC stuff but Batman meeting Prowl here is done MARVELOUSLY ohhh i love this very much, the plot is GOOD, and i bet folks who actually like DC will love it even more

Hazard Light

IDW, oneshot, AO3. a hanahaki take on Brainstorm/Perceptor that i actually like, despite not usually enjoying hanahaki at all, with some nice Cybertronian biology too

How to Save the World in 8 Minutes and 3 Seconds

vaguely G1/continuity soup, oneshot, AO3. how does Prowl save a species, with blocked communications, no visuals, and a short time limit? why, he just keeps an eye on social media of course! a lil dark and fun and clever

In Media Bellum

TFP, incomplete, AO3. human reader is caught up with Team Prime in a delightful exploration of culture and introspection and found family. no shipping but masterful platonic relationship work! it feels... idk relaxed? caring? i love the tone of this writing

Juxtaposition

vaguely G1, complete multichap, FFN (also on AO3 but never finished crossposting). a human OC gets in a car accident and starts hearing voices in her head, unknowingly saving a Cybertronian’s life, even if it’s in a very atypical manner. love this OC, love the whole premise here and the exploration of an alien reality from a human POV. no shipping, if that’s not ur thing

Lost Light/Rodimus

IDW, oneshot, Tumblr. the ship comes to life and has something important to ask Rodimus. i love this concept it’s very good, very intriguing

Magnus Carey

IDW, oneshot, AO3. Verity teaches Minimus about Christmas. short and sweet, i love their friendship

My Totally Real Mary Sue Husband Who Lives Back On Cybertron

TFA, oneshot, AO3, Dratchet. “Ratchet offhandedly mentions he's conjunxed. Bumblebee refuses to believe him. Hijinks ensue.” funny and in character and sweet

Mythbusters Season Nine Interlude: The Autobot Special

G1/Mythbusters crossover, oneshot, AO3. busting some myths AND some Decepticons! it just keeps getting better and better the further you read. i laughed out loud so many times, and cheered at recognizing so many classic Mythbusters bits, and i will get on my hands and knees to beg for a Dirty Jobs sequel these shows were my CHILDHOOD

Patronus

TFP, twoshot, AO3. Megatron has teatime with Rung, who... is not a normal bot. more good good Rung being something wrong

Property Of

Bayverse, incomplete, FFN. when Sam and Mikaela meet Bumblebee, it isn’t as an Autobot scout, but rather as a new owner of these recently discovered organic animals called “humans”. a very well done human pet fic that doesn’t veer into psychological torture or boundary crossing or anything (sorry if that’s your jam) and while it’s incomplete i still love what’s there, especially as the kids learn how to communicate their personhood to an ignorant Bee

Rules to Follow When Making First Contact

continuity soup/fan canon, ongoing series, AO3. listen i know many folks aren’t here for the human characters but i LOVE all the humans here they are each characterized so well and i love seeing how its been blended together across canons. this is a very clever, very engaging setup with a very grounded presence for alien robots that hits in ALL the right places for me. AUTOBOTS LEARNING ENGLISH YALL!!! YES!!! very good very good

Scrimscrim

TFP....... sort of, incomplete, AO3. what do you do when you end up with a Starscream toy brought to life? this is a hilarious premise with good characterization, a lovely human OC, a ridiculous situation handled very realistically, and generally good fun to read. reverse isekai is perhaps more of a favorite of mine than isekai!

SG Prime

TFP SG au, ongoing webcomic, own website and DA. REALLY REALLY COOL YALL. fantastic designs and inclusions and expanding on TFP lore and making very interesting SG dynamics and just. excellent.

TFP Wheeljack in TFA

TFP/TFA crossover, ongoing series of posts, Tumblr. i LOVE crossovers, i will kill and die for crossovers, and this is one of the few i’ve been able to find! there’s enough posts under that tag that i haven’t been able to read them all but what i did see is GOOD

The Echo Garden

IDW/TFP crossover, incomplete, AO3. Soundwave gets picked up by the Lost Light. okay i am a SUCKER for crossovers as previously stated and this one is Good. leans fully into being a crossover and expounding on the differences between universes. Soundwave needs to figure out what to do with himself! also features some delightful slowburn SoundRod and a lovely ensemble cast. Toaster is the best

The One Where The Decepticons Are The Good Guys

TFP SG au, incomplete, AO3. i’m not typically a fan of Shattered Glass stuff but this doesn’t feel terribly OOC or completely upended or alien to the original plot, i think this is done very well and i can’t wait for more

Transformers Recovery: Primal Launch

fan canon, complete multichap, AO3. it’s like the Lost Light but weirder, i don’t even know how to convey its awesomeness. VERY funny, VERY cool, Sky Lynx is there, Swerve is important, Riptide is such a good bot, Megatron exists, just all good things here. treat yourself and read this it’s such a delight

Twenty-Five to Life

vaguely IDW, oneshot, AO3. Starscream/Minimus soulmate au that makes me wheeze when i read it because it it so painfully in character and hilarious oh my god i am CRYING laughing by the time i finish it. petty criminal Starscream, noble Minimus, oil and water. gets raunchy but nothing explicit with an NSFW sequel

Under Control Till You’re In Front Of Me

G1, oneshot, AO3. i need more people to join the Shockwave/Moonracer ship please please it’s good

Xenoethnography

canon soup/based in TFP, ongoing series, AO3. a more hard scifi take on Transformers from the POV of an anthropologist hired to study them. y’all, THIS IS GOOD. seriously if there’s one fic out of all of these i could keep, it’d be this one, it’s just so so good ugh. ugh i love it i need to catch up with it again

#fic rec #rec list #macaddam #transformers #transformers fanfiction #long post #hey look its story isnt that weird #theres still a few open on my tab holder i need to get around to rereading and put on here but! thatll be an eventual part 2 ig #if you have any crossovers or isekai esque fics not on here send them my way and i will add them to my to-read list

[junee-e]

A NEW PENUMBRA EPISODE HAS RISEN!!!! TIME TO THROW MY THOUGHTS INTO THE ABYSS!!!! random thoughts and ramblings follow :D

I AM SO READY FOR DETECTIVE RITA YOU HAVE NO IDEA

OH SHIT WILL SHE BE NARRATING PLEASE TELL ME SHES NARRATING

HER DETECTIVE VOICE IS SO FUN IM SO DEAD

why is she better at this than juno this is going so much better than his attempt

‘WATCH THIS’ * keyboard tapping noises* (i love her)

of course she gets paid in cereal i dont know what i expected

oh ok no junos still narrating

‘THE MAN I LOVED WAS ON THE LINE’ (this will never get old for me)

‘my name is juno steel and *usually* im the private eye’ i am enjoying this way too much

ok why do i love skipper they’re so fun?

‘he just ruins the *peaceful vibes*’ so real so real

HE TOOK THE FUCKING FLOWERS I SWEAR TO GOD

rita. had. dinner with them. oh my god. she is the best.

the mother speaking for the grandfather in like such an annoyed voice and then being so calm with ‘or so father says’ is so funny to me

skippers so dramatic i love them

‘SHUT UP DEAREST’ LMAOO

ooooooo did skipper help nureyev?? wait no thats too obvious….or it is just obvious enough to be right????…..no its isnt….or is it???? (im going insane)

‘he makes friends or.. more than friends and he uses those connections to his advantage’ OH SHIT (skipper???? skipper?? skipper kinda makes sense???) (but like yknow…obvious option)

‘watch skippers reaction in particular’ AHAHA!

OOOO ARE WE GONNA GET RITA NUREYEV INTERACTIONS PLEASE OH MY GOD

‘mostly i was thinking about nureyev’ *cue me falling off my chair at the instant romantic soundtrack that apparently follows nureyev’s name everywhere now*

roomantiic moonoolougueee tiimmee

GRIMMS MASK EPISDOE CALL BACK OH I AM NOT READY

‘another love’ ITS FOR HIS JOB ISNT IT ISTG

OH ITS FOR FUCKING HYPERION CITY OHHHHH SHIT

why does this remind me of the monolouge at the end of final resting place (end of the first season)

‘it wasnt a very nice city but hell im not a very nice lady’ vs ‘this is my city. im not proud of it but that doesnt mean its not worth saving’

there are so many things this season that are setting up to be broken (probably not the right word) but like so many things that have potential for a really sad/angsty pay off. like nureyev and slip or juno telling nureyev he’ll keep following him untl he says he doesnt want him to. or juno and missing hyperion city. i’m so scared.

oh ritas so dramatic its making me so happy

HE TOOK THE ORCHIDS !!!!!

ITS THE MOTHER????

of course she had an inflatable couch in her hideout spot

ooooo its juno detective-ing explain-ing time

juno obsessing over detective stuff is so fun

a CoNfEsSiOn

‘im tired of you people…and also just tired’ skipper being way too relatable

OH SHIT NUREYEV DIDNT TAKE THE FLOWERS???

SOMEONE TOOK THE FLOWERS FOR NUREYEV WHAT IS THIS????

OH IT WAS THE GRANDFATHER WHAT???

‘he sent me up to bed early’ ma’am, you are a probably-around-40-or-something-year-old woman

the gibberish is still funny

WHAT HE WAS FUCKING IN LOVE WITH NUREYEV HUH WHAT THATS SO FUNNY

‘we know how this theif operates he grabs you by your heartstrings and never lets go’ yeah rita would know about that with all the agnsty monolouges

WHAT THE FUCK HES TALKING????

WHO SAID HE LOVED HIM??? NUREYEV???? WHAT???

OH FUCK OH SHIT OH NO OH GOD ‘he said hed come back for me he said we’d run away together’ OHHHH NO NO NO NO NO. NO LONGER FUNNY

‘well it looks like my work here…is done’ *very fast tapping of rita walking away*

OH WAIT SHE CAME BACK TO ACTUALLY HELP JUNO LMAOO

awwww they’re all back together!

A TRACKER A TRACKER HE GOT IT ON NUREYEV AHAHAHA

THEY KNOW WHERE THE DOKANA GROUP IS LETS GO

oh ok fuck i thought we were done how foolish of me there hadnt been a sad speech yet

‘i knew he hadnt done the same to me’ OH THANK GOD OKOK

‘he meant the promises he made me’ AWW YAY

wait no its sad oh god oh no

‘problems for another day, i thought’ best coping method fr fr

‘the rest we’d just have to figure out together’ yay ok happy-ish ending :D

okok so alot of thoughts. i’m so scared of all the set-ups for angst and honestly i’m kinda just waiting for the episode that it all comes crashing down and everyones really sad. but also! hopefullness! juno saying that he’ll figure it out with nureyev! yay! i honestly don’t know how the big climax finally thing with jupeter and slip and the dokana group and everything is going to go i’m just really hoping for an eventual happy ending with happy jupeter (and rita there too :D)

anyway! loved this episode can’t wait for the next one with (i’m assuming) stuff with the Dokana group!!

#tpp #the penumbra podcast #juno steel #peter nureyev #rita (tpp) #jupeter

[kenzumekodma]

18+, minors & ageless blogs dni

pairing: kotaro bokuto x fem!reader

wc: 1216

warnings: hickies, semi-public sex, bokuto calls you ‘sweetheart’, bokuto picks you up and puts you on the counter (he’s big and strong and finds it easy no matter what size you are), oral sex (fem receiving), semi-clothed sex

find the rest of my kinktober masterlist here!

You walk into the MSBY practice gym, scarf huddled close to your neck even though the bite of autumn air hasn’t quite set in yet. The team would notice sooner or later, but this’ll buy you a little time. Bruises litter the soft skin of your neck, badly covered by your rush job concealer from when you noticed them on your way out the door. You’re lost in your own world, fretting about something that really shouldn’t be a big deal. We’re not teenagers anymore, no one will care, you try to convince yourself when a voice pierces through your bubble.

“Ooooo y/n’s got a boyfriend!” Atsumu Miya announces in a sing-songy voice.

“‘Tsumu!” you yelp. The blond man tugs at your scarf and it falls to the gym floor.

“Hey, she might not be ready to talk about him yet! It must be a new thing. You haven’t spoken about him before, have you?” Shoyo Hinata chimes in.

“No, no. It’s, uh, it’s nothing,” you say resolutely. Your eyes flicker across the court, assessing the reaction of one player in particular, but you can’t read him. Bokuto looks as jovial as ever.

“Gentlemen, back to practice. You can gawk at the staff later,” shouts the coach. The players jog in unison back to their positions.

As practice plays on, you find yourself scanning Bokuto’s form. For statistics, sure, but it doesn’t hurt to be a little self indulgent, does it? The way his bicep flexes as he winds up to spike the ball, to the surge that runs through his thigh muscles as he lands from his jump, to the way he catches your eye and smirks ever so discreetly at you to let you know he knows you’re looking at him, that he knows you’re thinking about him. It sends a rush of blood to your cheeks and you squirm in your seat.

“Ugh, I know, the benches are so uncomfortable,” says another MSBY team staffer.

“Y-yeah, yeah, they are,” you mumble. Time passes in a snap with your distraction, and before you know it, the team and staff are walking out together and saying their goodbyes.

“Hey, y/n! Over here!” Bokuto’s voice rings from over by the change rooms. Without a thought, you follow his sound.

“What’s the matter?”

“Why’d you cover them up?” he pouts.

“What, the hickies? Because I’m a grown woman, Ko, it looks unprofessional to have them out in the open,” you sigh, your attempted confidence in them deflating.

“But I worked so hard to put them there!”

“Sorry, Ko,” you rest your hand on his shoulder. He brings your hand to his lips and kisses it gently.

“What if I put them somewhere else, then? Somewhere ‘Tsumu and Hinata won’t ever see?”

“Where do you mean?”

“Come with me, y/n”, he says quietly. Within moments you’re in the MSBY locker room and Bokuto has you sitting on the counter by the sink. “Lean back on your arms for me, sweetheart,” he coos, and you obediently follow his directions. He slides his fingers under the waistband of your leggings and shimmies them down, over the curve of your ass and your hips, down your thighs, past your knees, until they’re on the floor beside him.

Bokuto lines a trail of kisses from your knee to the flesh of your inner thigh. He lets out a soft moan. “I like it when you watch me in practice,” he murmurs. “Look at me now, too,” he insists. It’s not like you couldn’t comply. All he has to do is ask you in that honey-sweet voice of his and you’re putty in his hands. You stifle a whimper as his teeth sink into your skin. Not hard enough to break it or draw blood, but enough for you to feel it. He sucks the flesh caught between his teeth, roving his tongue over it back and forth until he hears your groan, to which he hums in delight. He makes his way back and forth between your thighs until seven or eight bruises pepper your inner thighs to match your neck.

“O-okay, Ko, you’ve proven your point,” you whine, guiding him up to your level by his hair. You capture his lips in a deep kiss, letting him feel everything you’ve pent up since your last night together. “Let me put my pants back on before we get caught.”

“‘M not done with you yet,” Bokuto says resolutely. And you know that once he’s made up his mind, he’s not easily swayed. His fingers trace nonsensical patterns across the marks he’s just made until they come to rest on your apex, still covered by the thin lace of your panties.

He gives you a quick peck, devilish grin barely forming in time to be hidden by your cunt. Once again, he kisses you, this time an open mouthed kiss to your covered pussy. Lazy tongue circles have you realizing just how turned on he has you. You squirm, desperate for more friction but finding little as you slip and slide against yourself. Bokuto chuckles against your body, biting down just enough for you to feel the pressure against your clit.

“P-please, lemme feel you, Ko,” you whine. “‘S not enough!”

Wordlessly, he obliges. You shudder as he licks and sucks your bud in earnest now, your panties hooked around his finger and pulled to the side. With his other hand, he slowly teases your opening with one finger, inserting it with an excruciatingly leisurely pace. You can’t help yourself from thrusting yourself forward, unable to form the words to beg him for what you want. He understands, though, and slides a second finger in, curling them and a steady pace. His gaze flicks up to you and he smiles, tongue never stopping, as he sees the sheen of sweat glaze your forehead and your cheeks flushed dark. He thinks this is the most beautiful he’s ever seen you, but he’ll have to remember to tell you that later instead. Your eyes roll back and your features scrunch together, he knows that look well. He knows you’re close. He can’t stop now.

“P-please Ko, don’t, don’t stop, keep going, please please please,” you whimper for him like it’s a prayer. “K-Ko, ‘m so close, so close,” your voice trails off. He knows, he can feel you clenching around his fingers.

You feel the taut string of desire tensed in your core snap and you cry out for him again and again. He places a soft kiss between your legs before gently guiding your panties back in place. You’ve barely registered that your legs are shaking when he stands up and holds you close to him, but you can feel his cock straining in his shorts being pressed up against you.

“Why don’t you take a little while to rest? I’ll take you home and take care of you properly,” he promises.

You nod, in a dreamy daze. Bokuto helps you back into your clothing. Before leaving the gym building, he gives you one last kiss on the forehead, for good luck. For him, for you, he’s not sure, but he wants it just in case. You smile at him as you take him by the hand and lead him outside.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #hq x reader #hq x you #msby x reader #msby x you #bokuto x reader #bokuto x you #👻.2023 #kinktober 2023 #haikyuu smut #hq smut #bokuto smut #msby smut #haikyuu x reader smut #hq x reader smut #msby x reader smut #bokuto x reader smut #👻.kinktober

[clairetimes]

unsure if you're doing kirby oc ask game but WOE ASKS BE UPON YE

spin the booboo wheel for these <3

🍅🥘🍒🦁🩷(pink heart)🛡️!

Ooooo ty for sending in these asks! This actually reminded me to reblog the original ask game post dgcjhsdh

As for which oc I'm picking for these, I'm going with my gal Canvice since I feel that I don't talk about her enough

Let's begin!

🍅 (Tomato) - If Kirby absorbed them or their attacks, what Copy Ability [or Abilities] would he get? Alternatively, if they themselves are capable of using the Copy Ability, do they have a favourite?

Kirby would gain the Artist copy ability if he absorbed Canvice and any of her attacks. Though if he inhaled her sword, then Kirby would get the Sword copy ability.

🥘 (Stew) - Do they have any favourite foods or comfort foods? What are their eating habits like? If absorbed by the Cook ability, what healing item would they summon?

Canvice loves to eat fruits and nuts, but her favorites are apples, cherries, and pistachios. She eats rather normally, though every once in a while you might catch her snacking on something. If Canvice was absorbed by the Cook ability, she'd summon grapes.

🍒 (Cherry) - Out of all of the Dream Friends [Kirby included], which ones would they get along with the most? The least?

She'd get along with Adeline very well thanks to their love of painting. Canvice would also have a good bond with Gooey because of their shared connection with Dark Matter, Bandana Dee since she finds him somewhat cool, and Rick because he's nice.

As for who she'd get along with the least, that'd be Marx and Daroach. Mostly because Daroach would steal her paintings while Marx would ruin them as a prank.

🦁 (Lion) - If they were an animal — that is, of the Earth / Shiver Star / New World variety — which animal would they be? If they already are an animal, what real-life species or subspecies are they most similar to?

Canvice would be a Jabhog.

🩷 (Pink Heart) - If they were a Dream Friend, what would their moveset be like? How much HP do they have? Would they be a strong attacker, or would they take on more of a support role?

Canvice would share some moveset similarities between the Artist copy ability and Adeline, but with her own personal touches added. She'd also be able to switch between her normal form and her Dark Matter form to preform different attacks. And Canvice would also use her sword for certain attacks.

She'd have the same amount of hp as everyone else in her normal form, though in her Dark Matter form, Canvice would have slightly more heath.

Canvice would definitely be a strong attacker with some heavy hitting moves. And thanks to her artist capabilities, she'd be able to draw up a healing item to use. Though healing isn't really her priority, so she'd heal less than the Artist ability can.

🛡️ (Shield) - Which Clash role would your OC pick - Sword Hero, Hammer Lord, Beam Mage, or Doctor Healmore?

She would pick the Sword Hero role and wear this armor set in particular.

And that's all of the questions answered! Ty for sending these in!

#answer #kirby #kirby oc #canvice

[fallenasleepyetagain]

Date - Fresh/Nightmare

Prompt: Meet Cute/Blind Date

Prompt from: @yearoftheotpevent

Media: UTMV/Undertale AUs

Genres: Human AU, blind date, first date, romance (I guess haha), rivals (?) to lovers, ooooo Fresh is from Nightmare’s past ooooo, use of 90s slang because lord knows I’m not going to write Fresh without it

Pairing(s): Fresh/Nightmare

CW/TW - Mentions of Fresh infecting people, mentions of theft

Other Notes: I’m not the most proud of this one tbh😔 this month was rough for writing. I would’ve loved to write their date but I did not have the time. maybe another day…

Word Count: 1837 Words

“Can I start you for tonight, sir?”

“I am waiting for someone, but a lambrusco would be excellent.”

“I will get that for you sir.”

“Thank you.” Nightmare nodded, watching the waiter walk off.

Blind dates were stupid. Absolutely stupid. Nightmare set the menu down and rubbed his forehead, looking out at the window. He had to be about ninety stories up, he could still see the sun, despite it trying to set on the horizon. The restaurant's ambiance was nice. It was formal, quiet, and the live music was a great touch. A small orchestra was playing a variety of classical music, and Nightmare quite liked it. It wasn’t the fanciest restaurant he’s ever been to, but he didn’t expect much from his boys. He also didn’t expect himself to agree to a blind date set up by said boys, and yet here he was.

Did he seem sad and pathetic? Is that why they set him up on a date with a stranger? Nightmare didn’t feel sad and pathetic, he was the King of Negativity after all, there was no one better than he. Which is why this blind date idea felt so stupid to him. He could get any man he wanted, and yet his boys decide to set him up with a stranger? How stupid.

…Yet he agreed to it, didn’t he? He supposed that the worst thing that could happen is that it’s some weirdo, and he just chucks them out the window and treats himself to dinner. The best thing that could happen was that no one showed up and he got to eat by himself. The quiet of the restaurant was nice compared to what often happened during meal times. There was always a lot of shouting and lack of manners at Nightmare’s dinner table.

The waiter returned with his wine, opening the bottle and pouring a glass for him. He didn’t allow the waiter to set it back down, as he took it from their hands directly. He thanked them before turning back to the window. He twirled the wine around in the glass for a moment before taking a sip.

Oh, how he absolutely adored red wine. One could call him a wine connoisseur, and he would wear that title with pride. Perhaps it made him seem a bit arrogant, but he didn’t care. He was arrogant, might as well pair it with a fine wine.

Another swish of the glass before he took a sip, slowly feeling the alcoholic juice slip down his throat. His teal eyes shut as he did so, allowing himself the satisfaction of taking in no other sensation than the taste of the wine. Lambrusco was really a hidden gem in the wine world. This particular wine was of great quality. Nightmare could tell. Cheap lambrusco was often very sweet, and this was aged and dry to perfection. He took another sip, his lips curling back into a smile. There was nothing like a good wine on a calm evening. It was perfect. Even if his date decided to show up right at that moment, he wouldn’t even care.

“Yo, Nightmare, brah! I think you’re my date for tonight!”

Nightmare could hear the glass of his soul cracking in his mind. His eyes opened into a confused scowl as he looked to his left. Standing in front of him was that abhorrent, nineties parasite. Standing at a horrific six feet (or two hundred centimeters) was Fresh, and the bastard didn’t even try to dress up! Nightmare was horrified. Fresh was in his everyday wear, which was already beginning to hurt his eyes. He was wearing that stupidly obnoxious blue, purple, and white sweatshirt of his, and the pink shirt underneath and the massive 90s collar. His pants were also a variety of neon colors, and frankly, if it pissed Nightmare off. Pick a color scheme and stick with it goddamnit! Even Cross, the most idiotic man he’s ever met, could understand that!

Fresh cocked his head to the side, a smile on his face. He was wearing his rectangular sunglasses (Nightmare wasn’t convinced that they were actual sunglasses, considering their properties) that currently said “YOLO” in bright yellow and blue lettering. Nightmare knew what the glasses were concealing. This particular host of Fresh’s was tall, a little lanky, and had dark skin. The host had their hair styled into box braids, with neon colored hair extensions weaved into it. No doubt it was Fresh’s doing. Nightmare couldn’t put his finger on it, but he could see the way they had been woven together had Fresh’s name written all over it.

“This cannot possibly be right. What are you doing here?” Nightmare asked, his face pulled back into a scowl. He only got more visibly angry when Fresh sat himself down on the chair across from Nightmare. Fresh grinned at him, leaning back in the seat and man-spreading as he did so. Nightmare didn’t even want to know what the other guests thought of this horrid exchange.

“It most certainly is correct my dude!” Fresh clicked his teeth and gave Nightmare finger guns which made him cringe. “Ya know, when I got the invite from your boys, I was a bit nervous y’know? I thought they were gonna kill me whenever I arrived here, haha!”

Wine glasses were usually supposed to be filled to around halfway, perhaps even less, depending on the type of wine and the consumer. However, Nightmare filled his glass nearly all of the way as Fresh spoke. He nearly downed the entire glass in one sip. He’d need a little alcohol to deal with this nonsense.

“How long have you been here? Sorry for not getting here sooner! Nearly got lost a couple times!”

“It would have been a major shame if you did.” Nightmare stated, sarcasm dripping from his lips as he took another sip of his wine.

“Hella broski!” Fresh, however, did not pick up on his sarcastic tone. Unless he did, and was just messing with Nightmare? God, Nightmare could never tell with this guy! He just could not read Fresh, and it pissed him off.

There was an awkward silence that Nightmare didn’t even attempt to fill. He gently sipped his alcohol as he watched Fresh, noticing that he barely twitches, his stupid smile still on his face. Nightmare didn’t want to look at him nonstop, but there was this awful feeling in his chest, that if he looked away Fresh would disappear or get closer to him. Fresh always had this uncanniness about him. Similar to a robot, or a statue.

In a way, Nightmare was right for feeling that way. Fresh was just puppeting a flesh suit, and all of his mannerisms showed that clearly. It was like he was pretending, acting as if he was human. He was doing an incredibly poor job.

With one final rub to his temple, Nightmare held up his hand to get the attention of a waiter. He was not going to deal with this. He would pay for his wine (as any respectable person would do, he may be an evil king but he wasn’t a monster!), leave, and then discipline whoever thought that playing with his love life was a joke.

“Ah ah! Wait a minute will you brah?!” Fresh reached across the table, grabbing Nightmare by his hand and yanking it down. “C’mon! At least give me a chance?”

“Why?” Nightmare hissed, yanking his hand away. “I know what you are. You can’t possibly feel any actual attraction to me.”

“Woah, bold assumptions there!” Fresh leaned over, putting a hand against his chin. “I mean, you’re the king, broski! Who wouldn’t be attracted to ya?”

Nightmare rubbed his forehead, debating just getting out of there.

“Ah, but anyways, I’ve been wantin’ to talk to you for a while now! You’re just so…” Fresh’s expression changes into something more sinister, and Nightmare can feel the aura of the room changing as it did so. “Interestin’, y’know?” Always have been. Ever since you were purple.”

Ah, right. Nightmare had nearly forgotten his small encounter with Fresh. It had to have been around two hundred or so years ago since their first meeting. It wasn’t anything revolutionary, but it had planted the seed in Nightmare’s mind that there was something else out there. After all, a small, bright purple, four-tentacled creature with a black and yellow eye-mouth isn’t something you say everyday. Especially if your everyday consisted of living in the same forest that never changed. Nightmare dared Dream to eat it- er, Fresh, but he refused. And for better or for worse that decision somehow led Nightmare to be sitting at a dinner table with the man. If only Dream had more balls and eaten him when they were kids. Perhaps this could’ve been avoided.

“So lemme treat ya!”

“With what money? Last time I checked, you lived in a void with your furbies.” Nightmare scoffed, a sly smirk forming on his face as Fresh’s expression fell.

“Yowch!” Fresh held his hands up, a surprised look on his face. “I’m a lil’ hurt by your words, brah! I’ve got money! How’d you think I got all mah trinkets?”

“I figured you just took them.”

Out of all the things, Fresh looked most offended at that. “Whaaa??? Nightmare, brah, that hurts even more! Stealin’ and breakin’ the law is so uncool yo! I would never! I get my money completely legit-ly!”

“Yeah? How?”

“Well, I use the money from my hosts of course! I take their body right? Then I get access to whatever they have! Real simple.”

“That…is stealing, Fresh.”

“Nuh uh.”

Putting a hand to his temple once more, Nightmare gave Fresh a look of incredible incredulity. “Really. It’s not stealing?”

“Nah! Doesn’t count.” He laughed, and Nightmare could hear the cruelty in his voice. “Anyways!”

Fresh leaned over the table and grabbed Nightmare by his hand. The grasp was gentle, as if he knew that Nightmare wouldn’t yank it away. Nightmare couldn’t deny it, there was something alluring about Fresh. It wasn’t the way he dressed, obviously, but his past, how he operated, made Nightmare want to tear into him and see how he ticked.

“Nightmare, brah, please.” Nightmare was surprised to feel that despite the silver piercing in the host’s bottom lip, Fresh’s lips felt soft as they connected with the back of his hand. When was the last time someone had, sincerely, kissed the back of his hand? Was it Cross? It had to have been, when Cross pledged his allegiance to Nightmare those long seven months ago. His lips twitched as he wanted to smile, but remained stoic. “Lemme treat you tonight. It might be fun.”

Nightmare could see the sinister smile in Fresh’s face from a mile away. More often than not, his own grins held that sort of minacious quality to them.

“Maybe I’ll surprise ya in ways you couldn’t even imagine.”

Oh, how could Nightmare decline such an offer?

#fallen’s writing #utmv #king nightmare #fresh (UTMV) #fresh/nightmare #fresh x nightmare #freshmare #nightfresh #undertale multiverse #undertale aus #utau #utmv fanfic #fanfic

[wrishwrosh]

Top five favorite books and or fics ?

ooooo thank you evil question im gonna do books AND fics bc i love to proselytize :))) both in no particular order because picking just five is hard enough

books:

- moby dick by herman melville. truly one of the funniest wildest most fascinating books ive ever read. feels like playing tag with herman melville. i often think about how much more delightful it would be if i was operating with an 1851 set of pop culture references bc i could tell like 2/3 of the jokes were going over my head (if anyone has context for the running joke about tall kentuckians pls hit me up).

- ghost wall by sarah moss. hauntingggggg. haunting as hell. i think about it often

- postcards by annie proulx. im a proulx completionist and i do think this is her most delightful book prosewise (close range is a close second i would not describe it as delightful but its def masterful. two for one. everybody go read proulx.)

- wolf hall by hilary mantel. rip hilary the goat no one else should ever have bothered writing historical fiction. i love this whole trilogy (you already know the end! he gets beheaded! and it works so well!) but the first one is the weirdest and the most ambitious and my favorite.

- the age of homespun by laurel thatcher ulrich. yeah its a dense tome about early new england material culture. yeah it quantifiably changed the trajectory of my life. its LAUREL

fics:

raajenboagen by oplopanax (hockey rpf) the definitive omegaverse and the definitive historical au and the definitive romance. highly recommend if you like deeply thoughtful religious and cultural worldbuilding with your omegaverse or if you, like me, were obsessed with prairie blizzards as a child

soldier’s heart by alex51324 (downton abbey) i literally wrote a whole explainer one time on how much i love this fic. just finished my yearly reread, it still fucks

stretch out your hand, my captain by thegooddoctor (the terror) killer writing about gender and historical queerness and repression and also prose so good i genuinely think about it all the time

jeeves and the club for inverts by triedunture (jeeves & wooster) i am realizing that all these are historicals. oops well i like what i like. anyway anyone who can do wodehouse pastiche this good is a national treasure

down by the brazos by ionthesparrow (hockey rpf) you guys know that thing where the setting is a character. this does that for gulf coast texas, a place i have never been, in a way that makes me literally able to smell the water

#ask game #long post #if anybody reads any of these you have to come tell me #i am FROTHING at the MOUTH to discuss these #which was my criteria for picking favs there are probably a million more that i could put on these lists

[nientedal]

Hi Dal!!! 📓? I always love everything you write <3

Ooooo let's see. It's funny, at this point there aren't many that I haven't at least STARTED to write down, but...

sometimes i play with ones in which megamind gets attacked. and these can go one of two ways, either they can go "roxanne stops the attack" or "roxanne pursues and retrieves megamind because No. Mine. also, How Dare." and it's late and i am sleepy so in this case i'm going to go copy down some stuff i wordvomited into a discord server 3 years ago lmao - because how about a brainfic in which they have to get married And Then Figure Things Out Later? it's part of a category of stories i call Roxanne Saves The Day And Megamind Is Surprised

it's not ARRANGED marriage, but it is marriage, and it does set up some neat fake-relationshippy vibes that you can then play with however you like. in this particular one, we start off thusly-- we see Roxanne walking up the steps to City Hall to do something or other (I don’t know what it is, that’s not really important to the plot). She’s thinking to herself, probably reviewing whatever it is she’s here for

and. then. there are. screams. screeching tires. a shout (megamind, panicked). we see Roxanne turn. and we see: a sprinter van. large, white, no windows. it has jumped the curb and narrowly avoided hitting a fire hydrant. and we see: Megamind running, turning with his usual gun in his hand, lifting it to aim. we hear a shot, we see his hand jerk, we see the de-gun fly out of his grip and clatter across the steps towards Roxanne.

Roxanne is good at noticing lots of things very quickly. Roxanne HAS to be good at that in order to keep up with Megamind’s plots and make fun of him on the spot during kidnappings. And Roxanne sees: no shoulder array, no cape. panic on his face. a dart in Megamind’s wrist before he yanks it out and throws it and keeps running up the steps. Roxanne sees: men in white coats exiting the sprinter van

...Roxanne does not know what the fuck is going on, but she has seen enough at this point to know she doesn’t want it to go any further. She runs for Megamind’s gun, grabs it up, rolls the barrel to destroy (because Roxanne does not fuck around). Takes off across the steps on a collision course for Megamind.

he’s only a few steps from the doors when he staggers and falls. she fires a couple wild warning shots to make the whitecoats stumble back-- she gets Megamind’s arm over her shoulders-- gets her arm around his waist-- drags him up the steps and into City Hall with her.

inside city hall, a security checkpoint. a gate to go through, with a bag scanner. Roxanne has: a recognizable face, a ray gun, a stumbling Megamind, and no time. she hauls Megamind through security without any issues by yelling something about a meeting and and something about metro man, and then she takes off down the hall. Nobody moves to stop them.

well. they MOVE, just... like, i figure most citizens of Metro tend to freeze when Megamind appears on any given scene??? it’s safest. you stop moving until you can tell where he’s going next, and then follow the recommendation of the artist Ludacris. by which i mean you Get Out The Way

so anyway, megamind doesn’t have his cape, but he still has his belt, which means he has pockets. Roxanne knows the contents of some of these already because come on, of course she does, she's seen how he operates only about, oh, a million times. she drags him into an empty conference room and starts going through his belt’s pockets until she finds his hard-light sheet, which in my head is baaaaaasically a crinkly, thin blanket that operates along the same lines as the Invisible Car

and then she sort of……arranges herself and Megamind so they’re taking up the least amount of space possible, out of the sunlight (to avoid reflection), and hides them under the sheet. it’s not a perfect hide, but as long as they stay very still, probably no one will see anything out of place. probably.

(oh, btw, i'm giving y'all the absolute simplest, most complication-free rundown of this scenario. there are SO MANY PLACES you could go with this, so many places this could go wrong or complicated.)

Megamind has his knees to his chest and his head on Roxanne’s shoulder. she has her arms around him, one up around his shoulders and the other just around his back, with the de-gun in her hand, just in case (of course).

he’s immobilized but he’s conscious, and he goes absolutely rigid when the door to the conference room bursts open and the light clicks on. Roxanne holds him tighter, holds both of them still. a security guard circles the conference table. checks underneath it. leaves. (OR they're found. OR it's metro man, who definitely knows they're there, but covers for them. or or or, etc.) Roxanne doesn’t move. she’s not planning on moving for a good couple hours, at least. Just to be safe. “who are they?” she asks. “the guys in the van, why are they after you?”

He makes a noise that sounds like it’s trying to be words. Roxanne pats him and stops asking questions.

a while later, he mumbles, “I have something they want.”

“and they can just…take you away. in broad daylight.”

“i’m not human. and I’m a supervillain. the few rights i do have, no one is going to fight for”

roxanne is quiet for a while. then she says, slowly, “I have an idea, but…you aren’t going to like it. do you have any kind of government-issued photo ID?”

"ID yes. photo, no."

"….we can probably work with that anyway. marry me."

megamind's reaction to this is one of the things i enjoy playing with, so there isn't really a standard one, but it's mostly variations on the theme of "…wat."

but basically, the idea is that spouses have certain privileges denied other family members or close friends. If Megamind DOES get taken, in broad daylight or otherwise, then Roxanne will have legal recourse to fight tooth and nail to get him back.

"but you're dating metro man"

"correction: i am bearding for metro man, and he keeps saying he owes me for it; he'll help. look, we are already in city hall, i think marriage licenses is….third floor? probate? yeah. third floor."

anyway, she texts metro man. he comes in, agrees to help -- basic cover story: she was pretending to date wayne to keep attention off her Secret Clandestine Relationship with Megamind. in my head he's like, "oh shit, okay, yeah -- and i've got lawyers you can borrow, no problem. and uh. oh! oh yeah, hang on, gimme like…….twenty minutes, I'll be right back." (give me a wayne who Means Well and Does His Best as an adult, but just isn't very good at actually thinking, lol.) anyway he comes back with a couple of sparkly rings to really sell the story, and they get a marriage license. and then they have to hide for at least 3 days, because Michigan requires a lag between obtaining the marriage license and the actual marriage itself.

so, that's the basic setup. like i said there are so many ways you can change it and play around with it, it's a lot of fun!! megamind is reeling because this??? is apparently a thing roxanne (?!!!??ROXANNE???!!!) is willing to just…DO for him???? and roxanne is PISSED that this is even a thing that needs to happen because tHIS SHOULD NOT BE SOMETHING MEGAMIND HAS TO WORRY ABOUT, this is something NOBODY should have to worry about. what the fuck.

AND you get THREE DAYS of NO MARRIAGE for them to talk and angst and maybe have a small fight and then make up and realize how close they already are, and they have to act, in public, like they've been dating for a couple years at least! so, that's fun.

oh, and as for Minion: he is hiding in the lake. they're welcome to try and catch him there, but he is a fish in lake mcfuckin michigan, good luck.

so, the three days, the only way this works in my head is if evil lair has been compromised? because otherwise megamind just…wouldn't get caught, right? so wayne brings them to a safehouse and it very much has only one bed and it IS the sofa (it's a pull out bed)... OR he takes them to the Fortress. but that…that's a lot of trust. so, probably not that.

so here's one iteration of the safehouse scenario, based on a pull-out sofa bed my husband and i actually tried to sleep on one time. it was queen-sized. the mattress was three inches thick and had springs that dug into my ribs. THE ONLY way either of us got any sleep was, I starfished across the whole thing, and the boy made himself a bed on the floor out of the discarded sofa cushions. so, roxanne-starfish-megamind-floor is how they attempt the first night, but megamind is not good at sleeping in unfamiliar beds. and he is very, very stressed. he does not sleep well. roxanne winds up dangling her arm off the side of the sofabed and sort of…draping it over his shoulder. or his head. or holding his hand. you can put it pretty much however you want, it just depends what dialogue you use.

night two, they try leaning on the arms of the sofa, and stretching out a little bit and squishing together. they can maybe wake up with their legs kinda. stretched out. tangled up a bit? i'd say "it works great" but it DOES lead to a massive crick in at least one of their necks, and if megamind sleeps at all, it isn't very well. and so finally Roxanne is like, "okay, look. fuck this, I need to stretch out and you keep gasping awake and neither of us is getting any sleep, come here." and she turns to sit backwards against the armrest that's against the wall (so she can lean her head back) and Megamind sits between her legs and sort of…reclines back against her with his head on her shoulder & the arm of the sofa, and Roxanne holds onto him and he pins her upright and she can lean her head sideways down against his, and it works:

listen, i see a megarox, i have to put them in a cuddle. i'm a simple creature, i have few needs, megarox cuddles are one of them.

.......anyway there are about a MILLION BILLION PLACES YOU CAN GO FROM HERE WITH THIS, depending on how plot-heavy you wanna get. but this typically tends to be where i taper off, because this is one i play with for cuddles and angst and not much else.

(there's another version where they get him into the van and roxanne has to call another villain to help get him back. but i'm still working on merging it with the "fake" marriage one, lol.)

#askbasket #acedragontype #megamind #dal is a fanfic

[wr0temyway0ut]

Ooooo I would love to know about Trans Buddies Willie and Bobby!!! <3

Trans buddies my beloved!! This is set in my trans femme Bobby au, after Bobby drops out of the band to be their manager instead and they bring Julie, a friend of Bobby's cousin Carrie, in as her replacement. Of course, Julie comes as a package deal with Flynn and Willie, so they all get integrated into the friend group.

This fic in particular is Bobby finding out Willie is a trans guy, and them finding solidarity in each other. Plus Bobby helps Willie come out to Alex <3

Snippet below the cut!

“How did you and Carrie meet?” Bobby asks. 

“I auditioned for Dirty Candy.”

“Oh, so recently then?” Bobby asks, though that still doesn’t quite add up. The last Dirty Candy performance she saw was a couple months ago, but Willie interacts with the girls like he’s known them for a lot longer. 

“Nah,” Willie shrugs, not looking up from his sketchbook. “I was in it for a coupla years back when it first formed.”

Bobby frowns, confused. “I don’t remember ever seeing a boy in the group.”

“Well, I dropped out a while ago.”

“But the only person who ever dropped out was—” A girl who looked exactly like Willie. “Oh.”

Willie finally looks up, giving her a nervous grin. “There ya go. I knew you’d piece it together eventually.”

#wips #wip games #asks #ask games

[katmaatui]

❤️💥✨️ ! :)

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

ooooo

this particular set of Hal and Carol dialogue from "You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece" is one of my favorites

There’s silence on the other end of the phone. “If you die again, I’m siccing Kyle on you. You’re dealing with him being emotionally devastated that you died. Again.”  He shudders. “Okay, no dying. No need to get evil about it.” He can’t see her, but he knows Carol is smirking at that.  “It’s the most efficient way."

I also like this particular paragraph from "I'm Such a Fool to Pay this Price." I've told you before about my love for injustice sinhal, they make me so insane.

Guy screams as he kills him. He feels nothing, nothing but fear. Behind him, Sinestro smiles. He leans into his chest and cries. There’s so much green on his hands. There’s so much blood. Sinestro smiles. There’s so much blood. He believes him. He believes him. He has his friend back-his only friend back. Maybe that’s worth all of this. There’s four graves proving him wrong.

💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

god, where do I start. So much of my wips revolve around the parallax recon and ways to fix it. Like the bare bones are there in canon but there's so much contradiction between various writers that everyone seems unreliable narrators about it, and I love that. You can't just separate the bad parts of yourself, you can't just go that oh every good thing was Hal and every bad thing was Parallax, who was truly driving? Who was truly in control? When did he get possessed? It flickers and changes and I use those changes to propel my ideas.

✨️ Out of the comments you’ve received on your fics, what are two or three of your favorites?

Someone just responded "pain" onto I'm Such a Fool To Pay this Price and I love it, that's the exact reaction I wanted from that fic.

Someone put onto A Broken Guitar (my emerald twilight but make it fantasy au fic) that they loved how I wrote emerald twilight hal so that's fun.

and then my artist for the batfam big bang put this on the fic for that and it was nice because I was unsure about it

Woohoo!!! It's brilliant! I love it! So much! And I'm very excited for the continuation. It was awesome seeing your process and working with you. Thank you so much!!!!!

#Ask Reply #kyleraynered #yes I did link the fics <3

[tortoisebore]

i love ur little rambles so what do u think the losers coffee orders and music taste is (in hey sharpshooter or otherwise) 🤲

ooooo oooo ooo yes yes yes

((TORTOISE LORE on the days i have to work onsite at my job i almost exclusively set up shop at the coffee place across from the office & listen to my little music & drink my little beverages all day so this particular set of questions resonates with me so bad))

for consistency's sake coffee-wise let's say we're talking starbucks. i think most days sirius would go for something high in caffeine but with a little sweetness to it. a venti iced shaken espresso with oat milk and three pumps of classic sweetener, perhaps. maybe switch that classic out for chestnut praline at the holidays bc he's feeling festive. other days i think he'd want an absolute sugar bomb as a reward for getting through a rough week or bc he was really mature today and refrained from screeching at people in the street when they didn't walk fast enough & blocked the sidewalk when he was in a hurry. on those days he requires a big ole mocha cookie crumble frap or an iced cinnamon dolce latte with an extra shot for fun.

on his walk home he's listening to one of three playlists depending on the day. the first one is a fourteen hour pop girlie playlist that starts with style by taylor swift and ends with kiss me more by doja cat, with some ariana, gaga, spice girls, charli, no doubt, & even some abba thrown in the middle for spice. the second playlist is for mocha cookie crumble days and starts with your best american girl by mitski and features lots of phoebe, lots of taylor, lots of lana, some ethel cain for sure, some select fleetwood mac, maybe some stuff from the 1975's a brief inquiry album. it's all stuff he can dig into & be angsty with & have strong feelings to.

the third is a more generic thought-dump kind of playlist where he just throws in songs he likes. buttercup by hippo campus. the view from the afternoon by arctic monkeys. concussion by girlhouse. ilysb by lany. like....,.,moonage daydream. 6 inch. pink pony club. bring it on home. just a mix of vibes and genres & things he gets stuck in his head.

contrary to popular belief i do think remus is a coffee girlie and would pick a mug of good dark roast drip over tea any day. i think he's simple for the most part & would go after a good tall americano on days he needs the kickstart but a grande drip with light cream would be his everyday go-to. during the summers he switches to a cold brew or plain iced coffee with cold foam if he's feeling fancy. he likes to pretend he doesn't like the frilly expensive drinks but every time he & sirius get coffee together, sirius orders him a grande mocha with two extra pumps of mocha and whipped cream on top & he downs it in about eight seconds.

remus is a hozier stan confirmed. remus is a boygenius stan confirmed. he likes poetic lyrics more than anything so sirius puts him on mitski and taylor. i like the idea that his music taste was a little outdated most of his life bc his parents had a huge record collection that they inherited from his grandparents so he just....played music all the time as a lonely little kid looking for things to do. when he was nine the only album he listened to all christmas break was otis redding's the dock of the bay & that made him gravitate toward stuff like leon bridges & amy winehouse as he got older. he learned about spotify four years after everyone else did & still only has two playlists. his parents loved the 90s rock girlies and they listened to a lot of the cranberries and fiona apple CDs around the house, so all those albums are really nostalgic for him now. he puts sirius on jeff buckley & regrets it instantly bc literally all he does now is play remus' grace vinyl full-volume and remus is afraid they're going to get a noise complaint. you can hear it in the stairwell sirius the neighbors are going to get mad please

#u ask tortoise answers #tortoise writes a novel ab an ask for no reason #remus is a secret taylor stan confirmed #the first time he listened to evermore all the way through he cried #marjorie is the one that did it for him actually #me projecting my coffee order on sirius #me projecting my music taste on both of them #typical

[dr3amofagame]

i have this au i came up with a couple years ago where sam, for various reasons, completely ditches the prison & greater server to be Alone with dream somewhere far, far away. it varies depending on my mood (and. probably dream's mood, in the au) whether he's keeping dream captive in an even more isolating way or helping him recover from torture somewhere safe, somewhere no one can find him until he's ready to be found. it's probably the au i think about the most frequently still just because i keep myself awake staring at the ceiling thinking about the parallels to exile and in particular the horrible niche of sam explicitly telling dream that quackity's never going to hurt him again, that they're going somewhere safe, and dream fighting viciously to STAY because as terrified as he is of quackity he's far more afraid of change. of being alone. of never being found again

ooooo

i definitely do like myself some c!dream + c!sam shenanigans all on their own just bc They Make Each Other So Much Worse. and oughhh

sam + dream in a more like. domestic environment is such a guilty pleasure of mine i just really like taking their dynamic and putting it inside the confines of a situation that plays by a different set of rules than "warden and prisoner." it's soooo delightful.

#my asks !! #sounds like a fun AU anon <3 #i will always approve of sam and dream and different fashions of boxes #sam is his own box. tbh .