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callmelyc · 4 months

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Just gonna start cross posting every single bit of Twitter nonsense soooo

Lance joining Keith on blade missions post war and calling him "Captain" in the most flirty tone. He does this during meetings and such just to make Keith blush or stutter in his words.

The first time lance does this it catches Keith so far off guard his reaction isn't at all subtle.

"Excuse me, Captain~" Lance all but purrs the title in that lovely lilting tone of his and Keith damn near chokes on his own spit right in front of a room of BOM personel.

He clears his throat best he can trying to gather himself- because what the fuck- "y...yes Lance?"

"What if we went in teams of two? That way at least two people could tackle that northern section there."

Keith turns to look at the map, fluster momentarily forgotten, and sees Lance is right it would make more sense.

So plans are changed with unanimous agreement and things move on.

The flirtatious captain is forgotten until it happens again, this time in the halls.

Keith is talking to a commander for one of the resistance outpost when he feels a presence slide into his side so smooth and efficiently he nearly ignores it.

He knows it's lance, it always was, and he's more surprised by the fact Lance stays so silent.

It's not until the Commander, a man named Zyre, starts to comment on lack of trust that Lance speaks up before Keith can even get a word.

"Excuse me Commander but I can assure you Captain Kogane has it all under control" he says it with a charming smile that seems to ease all of Zyres worries.

Keith never knows how he managed it with such ease and simplicity, to calm someone's worries as if it's his living purpose.

He watches as the two talk, ending with a light laugh and a kind goodbye.

As the commander leaves Lance turns to look at him, blue eyes sparkling like the ocean "what's wrong Captain?" And there it is again that flirtatious sing song of his title that makes Keith gulp. A tanned hand smoothly slides up Keiths arm making his mouth run dry "cat got your tongue?"

Keith fights the flaming blush rising up his cheeks, he turns to rush away in place of a reply knowing it was far more incriminating thid way.

If he hears Lances twinkling laughter as he turns the corner Keith makes nothing of it.

The third time is, unfortunately for Keith, during a joint BOM and Atlas meeting.

Griffin was arguing the benefit of using some of his crew alongside one of the other branches of the resistance and it was draining Keith's patience to no end.

Sure they get along now, somewhat, but that didn't mean he found James particularly pleasant to listen to.

He drones on and on about the efficiency and things he'd already covered in his pitch but despite a good amount of the room being a tad annoyed no one seemed willing to stop him...yet

That's when Keith sees It, the look™ on Lances face and he knows oh God does he know.

Lance smiles when he notices he's caught Keiths eye and tosses him a knowing wink.

Keith fights everything in him not to groan as Lance shifts to cut Griffin off without even looking at the guy. Those blue eyes zeroing in on Keith from across the room with terrifying accuracy and focus.

"Captain Kogane" he says oh so sweetly it shuts everyone up in an instant. Lance even bats his lashes for extra effect because his new favorite thing to do is apparently publicly torture Keith.

"I-" Keith starts far too distracted to even notice the way some have started giggling at his demise. Too far gone for this boy that his loss for words is so heavy for something so small.

"You had a contact in that Sector didn't you? Why not utilize them?"

It's not until after the meeting that Keith realizes others have taken notice to Lances....well, whatever it is he's doing.

Keith tries to ignore the look, the whispers, the focus. He really does. But then Shiro has that shit eating grin on his face as he walks up next to him and Keith would rather be literally anywhere else.

"So Captain Kogane huh?" Shiro asks smugly.

Keith glares at him "shut it grandpa, he's just being respectful."

That makes shiro snort "yeah sure respectful is definitely the word for that."

Keith reserved to say nothing as they walked to the cafeteria and did his best to ignore every giggle and whisper thrown as he passes.

If he thought that was bad he wasn't ready for the way people mockingly called him Captain at lunch. They'd say it with that same flirty lit and over the top gestures that made his skin crawl. Its not in a mean way, he knows. It's more in the they were clearly mocking Lances tone kind of way and Keith found that unacceptable.

It irked him to no end. If they were gonna poke fun at him fine! But don't bring lance into it.

So Keith did the only rational thing left. He left the cafeteria.

He tracked down Lance because even if he was the cause of the teasing Lance was still far better company than anyone else on this god forsaken ship.

He found him in the ships artificial courtyard humming to himself as he played with the vines.

He sits next to Lance enjoying the simplicity of the moment since they usually don't get much time like this and returns the smile Lance throws his way. It's comforting when they're together like this. Just the two of them with no prying eyes or mission discussions.

"What brings you here Samurai? I would've thought you'd eat lunch with Shiro."

Keith huffs a bit "with everyone jokingly calling me Captain I'd rather sit somewhere relaxing."

Lance frowns "do...do you not like being called Captain?"

Keith looks at lance dumfounded, he's unable to reply before lance continues "should I stop?"

"NO!"

The two look at eachother wide eyed for a moment.

A beat pases.

Two.

Lances surprise fades into a small smirk, a dangerous understanding filling his eyes "oh so you do like it when I call you Captain?"

"I- well..." He stutters trying to fight the rising heat on his ears. Keith wouldn't dare admit it out loud he can't. He can't give lance a weapon like this, his heart wouldn't survive.

But despite the lack of voicing his agreement Lance picks up on it anyways. Those sharp eyes always on target, lazer focused, and amused much to Keiths dismay.

Lance chuckles standing to leave "well, I'll see you around then Captain~"

And Keith has never wanted to smack himself more for being such an oblivious idiot.

#voltron #lance vld #vld #vld lance #lance mcclain #keith kogane #klance #keith x lance #keith voltron #lance notices what saying keoths title does for him and uses it as a way to drop hints #he's like “hey maybe if I get flirtier with it wach time he'll catch my drift”#everyone but keith has caught Lances drift

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anavi-vrg · 10 days

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Undead Unluck Cinderella!AU: The Masterpost

Hi :3 it's been a while, but i had been non-stop drawing to bring you all the Cinderella!AU cast with UU characters, i will write the basics of the story later bc i'm incapable of writing long paragraphs.

The drawing that made me start this AU

Let's start with our protagonist, Fuuko as Cinderella:

But our dear protagonist needs her mice friends:

We got our mains first: Haruka, Top, Gina, Sean and Chikara, taking the places of Jaq and Gus

I remember that there were mice kids/children, the younglings!

Phil, Bunny, Tatiana, Lucy and Betty (almost forgot her)

Mice! Veronica and Tella are here to take care of them/protect them from the evil cats

With how many chores have to be done everyday around the house, there have to be some specialised mice:

In the kitchen, Billy works with the sweets, Enjin helps with the almost everything (he's too passionate for this job) and Rip cuts the veggies. Yusai can´t be let near the drinks alone, but she always knows the best one for the occasion.

There's so many clothes that need mending and cleaning, the Sewing Team: Latla, Kurusu and Leila, are the right mice to do the job.

(ps. i bet Kurusu and Gina smugled that book to make cute dresses for Fuuko)

Sooo many books to keep clean and organised in this house, good thing Mice Anno Un and Akira are doing their damn best to keep the house library in peak condition, they even have the time to dramatise Fuuko's favorite romance books for everyone

Mouse Feng does everything around the house, why? because he wants to be better than Fuuko in everything

Miscellaneous Mice bcs i don't know in what role do they fit: Grandpa Isshin, Creed, Mei, Shen, Mui, Mui's little brother (do we even know his name?), Ms. Hawkins and Void.

And we can't forget our dear doggo Burn, taking dog Bruno's place

This Au is not complete without some villains

Human! Luna as Lady Tremaine, BUT she's not Fuuko's stepmother, Lady Luna is a distant relative, grandfather's niece and further kinda deal

Lady Luna has three kids:

Big Brother Soul, the kind of person to say "BuT wE aRe FaMiLy" when he does something bad to Fuuko but would absolutely not tolerate any of Fuuko's mistakes

Middle Brother Apocalypse, evil? no, no, no, he's a tsundere, the kind to say "i'm not washing the clothes because i want to help you or anything! it's just that you are too clumsy". Fuuko sees right through his bullshit and thanks him eveytime she can to Apocchy's embarrassment

And Little Bother/Sister Ruin (i'm more inclined to fem!Ruin), she's considerably more aggressive to Fuuko than the rest, her aggressiveness spurred on by her mom Luna and big brother Soul. Apocalypse has tried to help her to no avail.

THE CAT! Why should we limit ourselves to one evil cat, when we can have FOUR?

Shadow hides in the dark corners and stairs, waiting for an unsuspecting victim, putting themselves in the middle of the path to make them trip

Blood wakes up and craves violence, he scratches the furniture, the curtains and people... Fuuko stays the fuck away from this evil cat

Spoil can't be let alone with the food, he steals it but he doesn't eat it, no, he enjoys watching it spoil and the faces of disgust from the people that find his masterpiece, fortunately dogo Burn is always guarding the kitchen.

Seal enjoys watching the desperation in peoples' faces as he slowly pushes the fine glassware from the top drawer to the cold hard floor, unfortunately for Seal, Mouse Feng is always watching

Do you remember the Gran Duke? the poor man was so close to die, but for this AU, we have the Grand Duke and Duchess, Nico and Ichico (Which one is who is up to you)

We got our King! King Juiz, KING JUIZ, KING JUIZ!!!

If you saw the third animated Cinderella movie, you would remember the Queen's paintings, and i decided that we need a Queen (an alive one), salute our dear Queen: Queen Victor!! (do you forgive me for putting him on a dress? 🥺)

At last, we need our prince for this AU, but why have only one?!

Crown Prince Andy and Second Prince(ss) Julia

We need our Fairy Godmother to bring some miracles to life! And i couldn't pick anyone else for this role than my beloved, Spring 🌸

Let him have some fun!!

This is the real last one, but although it wasn't a sentient character, it would be unforgivable not casting Clothy as Fuuko's dress

(Can you imagine what Andy would do to Clothy once he discovers that he's Fuuko's dress? 💀)

That's all the character designs for this AU, and now i can start drawing some scenes for this AU.

Enjoy this AU compiled timelapse for all the designs in the meantime!

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weirdraccoon · 11 months

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MC *messing Tom's perfect hair*: Are you excited for your first day?

Tom(11yo) *trying to fix his hair*: mhm. I can't wait to explore the castle like you and dads did.

MC: Yeah... Well... Just remember, don't let Ominis catch you.

Tom *suddenly nervous*: what if I'm not in Slytherin?

MC *laughing*: Tomtom, the Gaunts are direct descendants of Salazar Slytherin himself. But if you're worried and for some reason you aren't in Slytherin, try to be in Ravenclaw. Ominis would love that- No! I know! Ask the hat to be in Gryffindor! Sebastian will have a stroke for sure!

Tom *smiling*: if I'm in Gryffindor, I'll get to be with Harry... Won't you be disapointed if I'm not a Slytherin?

MC *hugging Tom*: I won't care. Your dads won't care. Honestly I think it's more possible for Harry to join you in Slytherin. However, I promise that he'll be your friend no matter which houses you're in.

Tom: really? You promise?

MC *nodding, then whispering*: I shouldn't tell you this, but if you both end up in different houses, you can simply kidnap him and smugle him into your room.

Sebastian *arriving from the Ministry*: MC! Don't teach him that! *Crossing his arms* He has to learn those things by himself.

Tom *curious*: what else will I learn?

Sebastian: whatever you'd like. Probably Ominis won't aprove but he'll be too busy teaching the upper years *winking*

MC: like I said, just remember not to be caught.

#adopted dark lord au #longer than planned #where are my short ideas #sebastian sallow x mc x ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy mc #tom riddle #tomarry

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luvlanadr · 1 year

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Me again 😅 can i request jealousy smut with Evan where him and reader happen to run into her ex while out in public.

omg every idea you come up with is always so good, love this request, i improvised a bit so if you want any changes made just let me know!

𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰: ok so i improvised a bit but as we all know evan won a golden globe (so proud of him, it's so well deserved) so he takes you as a plus one, where you bump into your ex working at the bar.

tw: smut, jealous sex, public sex, blowjob, slight humiliation in a way (also sorry this isn't spell checked)

𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

'and the winner of the golden globe for the best performance by an actor in a limited series film...' the announcer paused, leaving the audience tense and on edge, i rubbed my hand on evan's thigh reassuringly, he was sure to win after all his performance was perfection as always. '...evan peters!'

i could practically feel his apprehension, i felt so bad he truly despised public speaking, i cheered him on, he quickly pecked my cheek, before raising a hand and walking onto the stage to receive his award.

tears brimmed in my eyes, i was overjoyed this award for his magnificent work was long deserved ,i couldn't have been prouder. i took a deep breath consoling myself, before he caught me off guard, 'and a hugee thank you for my beautiful girlfriend, who is there for me no matter what, none of this would be possible without her..,' he choked up slightly, 'thank you for dealing with with my brief insanity.' he chuckled.

༻✦༺ 　༻✧༺　༻✦༺༻✦༺ 　༻✧༺　༻✦༺

after celebrating with evan, he had told me there was a scheduled interview for him and ryan murphy, to discuss his acheivements, to which i completely understood.

'it shouldn't be too long,' he smiled reassuringly, wrapping a hand around my waist gently bringing my body closer to his, our lips slowly colliding as he ran his fingers through my hair,before slowly drifting away. 'just wait at that bar,'

'affirmative,' i chuckled, as evan smiled before swifty walking away to the designated area for press and media coverage of the event.

i wandered over to the bar, non-chalantly ordering, 'um, i'll have a disaronno and coke please,' i took a quick second glance at the barman, wait was it? no fucking way..it couldn't be.

'sure gorgeous,' he had swiftly turned around before i could fully observe the man, there was no way that he would be working here?

as he finished preparing the drink, he carefully pushed it towards me.

oh my god, it really was him, i hadn't seen my ex in years, no way it was happening tonight. our relationship ended on pretty smooth, friendly terms but our relationship was frayed and far from perfection. it had caused me to have an odd perception on love, which was momentarily fixed by evan.. the man i had been with for years now, who had just experienced perhaps one of the biggest nights of his life, and he decides to make an un-needed appearance.

i began to swiftly drink the mixer, hoping the alcohol would help relieve the awkwardness of my current situation.

'well y/n, long time no see, huh?' he chuckled, to which i didn't know exactly how to respond so just nodded my head, laughing a bit,as i shifted in my seat uneasingly.

'still drinking the same drink,huh,' i forgot how untolerable this man was so attempted to brace myself. 'god, i remember that's all you'd drink on nights out i guess some things never change.'

i chuckled tensely, 'haha, um i guess so,' i paused, recollecting my thoughts, 'but a lot has also changed since then.'

'oh yeah,' his voice deepned slightly, 'moved on pretty quick to your hotshot, hollywood pretty boy.' he chuckled, his voice rather stern and aggravated, coming out like a somewhat scowl.

i uncomfortably shifted my gaze elsewhere, taking a large sip of my drink.

'speak of the devil,' he pointed towards the room evan previously resided in, i whipped my head around to a rather aggravated looking evan. 'have fun with that.' my ex muttered smugly, taking a full body glance at me, practically gawking at me like a fool-to which i scoffed.

i practically ran to evan, 'thank god you're back,' i giggled relieved, although evan did not seem humoured at all by my remark.

'we're leaving,' his tone was harsh and coarse, unlike his usual8ly bubbly self.

'don't you have more press stuff to do, the awards haven't even fini-'

before i could even finish my sentence, he grabbed my hand assertively, 'it doesn't matter, we're leaving.' i traipsed behind him, confused by the rapid change in emotion, what was possibly wrong with him.

we walked to the car parked practically in silence, which remained until i innevitably became fed up by the odd tension flooding the air, 'whats wrong, ev?' i placed a hand on his thigh comfortingly, to which he swatted away.

he scoffed slightly, 'don't be like that y/n,' he paused, taking a deep breath in attempt to console himself, ' i was gone literally 5 minutes.'

i raised an eyebrow, confused by his aggravation,'huh, what do you even mean?' i was truly puzzled by what it meant, until it hit me..was he jealous?

'omg evan,' i giggled, 'it's not what you're thinking at all,'

he scoffed, 'don't play games with me, i know who he is,' he knew him? was all i could think. 'he's your ex right?'

'yeah, but we've discussed this before he's vile and despicable,' i paused 'y'know i only have eyes for you.'

'well you might, but he certainly didn't,' he jeered, 'he was practically oggling you, his eyes were pretty much out of his head like a stupid cartoon character.'

'he wasn't.' i said in dismay, to which evan grimaced.

'oh him undressing you with his eyes, wasn't oggling you,' he questioned, to which i sat timidly in silence with no response to give, 'that's why i have a plan, get in the backseat, i'll show him the only man that gets the view he clearly is so desperate for.'

this took me by surprise, but i did as instructed.

he pushed me down rather roughly onto all fours in the back seat, before quickly coming behind men trailing his hands down my back. he neared close to my hear, his body pressed up against mine, he pushed my hair to the side roughly marking my neck, 'eva-evan we're gonna get caught, we can-'

this only made him kiss my neck harder, causing a moan to escape my lips, 'i bet you wouldn't mind,' he muttered, 'especially that greasy fucking bartender, huh?'

'no evan, you h-have the wrong idea,' my breath hitched as he began to slowly pull the bottom of my dress up

'oh do i?' he mocked, 'well either away, you're gonna go back by my side and he's gonna know exactly who gets to have you, fuck you and love on you.'

he pushed my panties to the side, using his ring and middle finger he began to tease my entrance, 'fuck, you're so wet,'he paused basking in glory, 'and who got you like that pretty girl?'

'y-you, only you evan. i stammered, god he was so fucking hot when he was jealous.

'good girl,' he grunted, slipping his two fingers into me, slowly but becoming increasingly more rapid, only intensified by him playing with my clit, 'he'd never please you like i do.'

i smirked softly, i hadn't ever seen him jealous, but it only turned me on, i became even more slick beneath his touch.

'evan, fuck me please.' i whimpered in pleasure.

'eager,aren't we?' he chuckled, but i could hear him slowly unbuckle his trousers, he pulled his boxers down his boner practically bursting out, he began to gently pump his hard dick in his hands, 'you ok?' he checked, i nodded in reassurance, even in a caught up moment of jealousy he still was so considerate.

'ok, pretty girl,' his voice deep and raspy, causing me to become even more turned on by him, practically leaking over his cock, as he began to slowly thrust in and out of me, leaving me at a loss for words, he had never fucked me quite like this so i simply allowed myself to be consumed in the moment, not saying a word, allowing my moans and whimpers of pleasurre.

evan quickly fastened his pace, his hands on my hips, 'fuck you feel so good,' his words of affirmation caused me to rock my hips back, so he could fuck me even harder, to which he grunted.

he slyly took his left hand and began to rub circles on my clit, causing my hips to buck backwards into him, which made him grunt.

he fastened his speed as he felt my walls clench tightly around hid length , 'evan im gonna-'i whimpered, being fucked blind practically, struggling with a sudden inability to speak as the waves of pleasure consumed me.

'you're gonna what,baby?' evan grunted, thrusting slightly slower, his cock throbbing inside me, he was on the verge of coming too.

'come on, use your words,' he spat slightly irritated, 'you were all talk with that guy earlier, tell me what you want and i'll give it to you.'

'evan please,' i practically begged, 'help me cum.'

'that's all you had to say,' he smirked as he rubbed my clit with more agression.

'argh fuck, omg,' i moaned, as my slick practically leaked from me, i was in a state of pure ecstasy as i finally came under his simple touch.

'i bet he couldn't make you cum like that,' he sniggered.

'no one ever could.' i panted, slowly retrieving my breath, tying up my hair which had become stuck to my back.

'but before we go back in again, can you do one thing?' he questioned, as he continued to slowly stroke his member.

'mhm,' i moaned, knowing exactly what he wanted.

i crawled over to him, slowly stroking his cock, 'fuck,' evan grunted, 'please don't tease me anymore, just take it.'

i nodded my head in compliance, slowly beginning to take his length in my mouth, i bobbed up and down whilst simultaneously playing with his balls, i could tell he was near an orgasm. so i began to focus on his tip. i circled his tip with my tongue,looking up at him his dark eyes fixated on mine as he roughly tugged my hair, 'such a good girl,' he praised,cupping my face with his other hand. causing me to have to look up at him.

within a few seconds he began to slowly thrust his hips forward, his body tense and rigid, desperate for a release, he pul my hair as he fucked hard into my throat, causing me to slightly gag at the abruptness of his action, 'fuck i'm gonna cum,' i could tell he didn't even have to say it. it was only moments later, after i gave him my approval, he came in my mouth.

'omg.' i began to wipe my mouth, he had made such a fucking mess, however that was nothing compared to the sight i came to view in the car mirror, wow.

my hair which was previously perfectely styled, was now a mess, more parts than others. my skin extremely dewy from the sweat on my face, i looked a complete state.

'i can tell you're overthinking, you look beautiful, come on.' he kissed the soft spot on my neck, leaving a deep mark on my collarbone, which could only slightly visible no matter what i did, as he cooed to me smugly, 'now let's go back in.'

he had a huge smirk on his face, as we both quickly readjusted ourselves. he took my hand, as i raked a hand through the mess of my hair managing to somewhat tame it as we entered the venue. as we stepped inside evan murmured against my neck, 'don't fix up too much, i want him to know what i do to you.' as he took my hand guiding us over to the bar, us both taking a seat, his hand resting on my thigh, 'we can always go for round 2 in the bathroom,' he murmured just loud enough for me to hear it, causing me to become flustered under just his words and my imagination of what was to come.

#evan peters fanfic #evan peters smut #evan peters icons #evan peters imagine #evan peters edit #evan peters x reader #evan peters #evan peters fluff #evan peters x female reader #evan peters x you #evan peters x y/n

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amphibious-thing · 8 months

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On the topic of fashion being considered a feminine trait and men who were seen as being too into fashion being mocked as effeminate, consider Mundus Foppensis: or, the Fop Display'd which was published in 1691. The poem satirises the fop being "such Women grown" mocking them for spending too much time at the barber:

How is the Barber held Divine, That can a Perriwig Carine! Or else Correct it; which you please; For these are Terms too, now-a-days, Of modern Gallants to entice The Barber to advance his Price: For if a Barber be not dear, He must not cover Coxcomb's Ear.

For wearing too much makeup:

And then they study wanton use Of Spanish Red, and white Ceruse; The only Painters to the Life, That seem with Natures self at strife;

And just in general spending too much time getting dressed and looking at their own reflection:

Far much more time Men trifling wast, E'er their soft Bodies can be drest; The Looking-Glass hangs just before, And each o'th' Legs requires an hour: Now thereby, Ladies, hangs a Tale, A Story for your Cakes and Ale. A certain Beau was lately dressing, But sure, e'er he had crav'd Heavens Blessing; When in comes Friend, and finds him laid In mournfull plight, upon his Bed. Dear Tom, quoth he, such a Mischance As ne'er befell the Foes of France; Nay, I must tell thee, Fleury Battel Was ne'er to Europe half so fatal; For by I know not what ill luck, My Glass this Morn fell down and broke Upon my Shin, just in my Rolling; Now is not this worth thy condoling? See Stocking cut, and bloody Shin, Besides the Charge of healing Skin. 'Twas the only Kindness of my Fate, It mist the solid Piece, my Pate.

The poem then goes on to suggest that fops have become so unmanly they have become sodomites:

The World is chang'd I know not how, For Men kiss Men, not Women now; And your neglected Lips in vain, Of smugling Jack, and Tom complain: A most unmanly nasty Trick; One Man to lick the other's Cheek; And only what renews the shame Of J. the first, and Buckingham: He, true it is, his Wives Embraces fled To slabber his lov'd Ganimede; But to employ, those Lips were made For Women in Gomorrha's Trade; Bespeaks the Reason ill design'd, Of railing thus 'gainst Woman-kind: For who that loves as Nature teaches, That had not rather kiss the Breeches Of Twenty Women, than to lick The Bristles of one Male dear Dick?

#queer history #fashion history

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thereaderarchive · 3 months

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thereaderarchive reads PS (8)

Oh? What's that? Ron knowing things about the world he has always lived in? SHOCKING! This is only and example, but the same thing happens again and again. Sorry, I was on twitter recently and found a tweet that said something along the lines of "someone really think Hermione would have choose Ron Weasley instead of Draco Malfoy?" and YES SHE DID AND SHE WOULD, MY BOY IS SMART AND I HAVE PROOF. PREPARE YOURSELVES. I WILL DEFEND OUR KING.

Charlie is hilarious. His little brother (eleven years old) asks him if he can smuggle a dragon to another country and he replies, "Sure thing!" Not ONE question asked. King behavior.

Do you think sometimes in his old age Harry noticed how careless he was with THE ONE THING he had that belonged to his father?

Along the same lines, I find it funny that Dumbledore was picking Harry's things. He knows how valuable the literal only deathy hallow they have but ofc he never tells harry, so little Harry's like "oops, I forgot, too busy smugling dragons!"

Btw we are supposed to believe he's always close to harry protecting him? Yeah, nope.

omg HARRY YOU ARE SO DRAMATIC! But it's Oliver Wood so they understand each other.

Harry? trying to mind his own business?? please, WHEN.

#thereaderarchive reads PS #harry james potter #ron weasley #ron weasley defense squad #dumbledore #charlie weasley

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ghostly-clown · 2 years

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(Request) Going to the cinema with slashers

Yo first requests???? (And thankyou 🙏)

This was fun and I spent way to much time on it but I'd say it's worth it 👌

Going to watch a movie with the slashers

All the usuals: Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Sinclair brothers, ghostface, brahms heelshire, Freddy kruger, Thomas hewitt

Jason Voorhees

- Jason would want to watch a good'ol romantic comedy (bonus points if its a musical)

- so probably Hairspray (2007), a very heart warming feel good movie is just what he wants

- he will sneek in so many snacks for the both of you, and he'll get away with it cause what cinema security guard is gonna stop him?

- anytime he recognises a scene, actor, or line he will point at the screen (like that one meme)

- he'll be ok with talking here and there especially if it's fun facts about the movie

- will become addicted to the popcorn, but in his defence who wouldn't

- he will start watching movies more but only if your there to watch it with him <3

Michael Myers

- he likes his dramatic horrors, or anything that messes with your brain like a psychological thriller

- so any A24 film or the shinning, he likes to think he's got a real sophisticated taste in movies, he probably does

- I don't think he'd be a huge popcorn fan but he will enjoy seeking in candy and boy will he smuggle alot

- and yet he won't share it 😔, unless you two are close then he'll feel bad

- he will watch the movie in total silence and will cover your mouth anytime you try to speak

- he will listen to your ranting thoughts about the movie afterwards tho

Lester, Bo and Vincent Sinclair (its easierto just group them together)

- Lester he is a D.C and marvel fan, he loves all the original avengers and he does have a superman bumper-sticker

- Bo will watch any action or old Western (bonus points if its a comedy) (i dont watch those kinds of movies so idk what to suggest)

- vincent says he likes very sophisticated movies (mainly any movie with Leonardo DiCaprio) but he loves Disney, they're his comfort films (especially wall-E)

- they can never agree on a film so ur best bet is to pick one at random and go with it

- there's a movie theatre in Ambrose so u dont have to worry about trying to sneak stuff in

- Lester is a loud laugher who will throw popcorn at the screen when he dosnt like a scene

- Bo is normally quite but he'll nudge and smile at u when there's an inappropriate scene

- Vincent has alot of body language when watching movies, he'll lean closer when interested and pull back when frightened

- and afterwards they'll talk about the movie for the rest or the day, and refrence it through the week

Ghostface (billy and stu)

- they would want to watch a horror, any super gory movies with alot of cheep jump-scares

- so any of the other slashers films

- Billy won't eat any candy u try to sneak in but he'll still help, he would be more interested in popcorn which he will want to share with you

- Stu sees seeking in candy as a competition to see how much can u smugle in before your caught, he won't even eat it all in the end he just wants to prove he can

- Stu can't sit still for the life of him, he's gonna be laughing, crying, talking to you, poking you to get your attention only to say he needs to use the toilet real quick

- Billy knows the real show is watching Stu annoy you but he'll be upset if means he misses some big reveal or plot point

- afterwards Stu will compare you to the charters with a surprising amount of accuracy considering he was gone for most of the film

Brahms Heelshire

- he wants his Disney/ pixar films, he has the mind set of "if it's not animated I don't want to watch it"

- idk if he would leave the house to go to a cinema, but for the sake of this u were able to drag him out of his crusty manner

- he would try and sneak candy in but fail, the gaurds would notice and confront him but won't force him to give up the candy (Brahms is a scary man)

- he is very touchy when watching a movie, crying into your shoulder when sad, and shaking you violently when there's a twist

- but he's having the time of his life, this is all new grounds for him and he loves it

- but now u have to get him out of the cinema and take him home, this is the real challenge

Freddy Krueger

- man's likes his dirty movies, but he's also a perosn who appreciates the classics

- but he will turn down his horny for u and settle on 'the girl next door' (2004)

- he will point out every sexual innuendo and even make a few

- he is like a dad when watching a movie, he will ask so many questions that are explained if he just watches the film

- he will rat on u sneaking in candy so he isn't caught

- even with his own food he will steal yours

- after the movie he will forget everything that he just watched, is it just to annoy you? Is he just old? No one knows

Thomas Hewitt

- he would like studio ghibli, their movies are sweet enough to be comforting whiles being mature enough to not feel like a kids film

- he won't try to sneak in candy cause he's afraid of getting caught but he won't stop you (so make sure u bring enough for 2)

- he will really like popcorn and constantly getting up to get another box

- he would hush you if you try to talk throughout the film, he will feel bad but he does really just want to watch the movie

- afterwards he will more then happily listen to u gush over the film

- he will get emotional and while he won't openly cry he will hold your hand when it get close to it

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you cannot look me in the eyes and say that Vulkan wouldn't have the time of his life if he ever visited one of those neko caffe, you know the ones where you can play with cute little kittens while having a drink;

You

You absolute genious

The primarch, put they are at a cat cafe

Magnus: oh he's IN!!! Fully talking to the cat, has at least 3 on him at all time, and is the only one able to perfectly eat in peace.

Rogal: not very much a cat person. But is appealed by the state of their cat trees. Start building a better one, and keep lecturing the cat's about interrupting his work about Osha violation.

Horus: not a cat person. Joke and call them fleabags. Get violently bitten by a whe kitten. There's blood.

Leman: at a lost. Keep waving bones, stick and balls at them. Does appreciate what fierce lil warrior they are, but they don't wanna play with him :(

Jaghatai: may have brought catnip. He's now covered in cat. This was a tactical mistake. Look like he's regretting it.

Alpharius Omegon: they have smugled in silly outfit and are now making beautiful, BEAUTIFUL stupid lil video of cat in astartes or mechanicus costume

Konrad: He's fucking GONE. He has joined his people. He's a lil bastard, a hissing creature, and the cats have accepted him as one of their own.

Lion: They stay clear of him. He stay clear of them. They have an understanding.

Ferrus: a fat orange tabby is now living in his laps. They make the same deadpan expression. It's very funny. Complain about the menu options.

Sanguinius: oh he's NOT HAVING A GOOD TIME. all the cats keep batting at his wings and try to gnaw on them and he's being very twitchy, about to loose it.

Fulgrim: insanely jealous of all the cats batting at sanguinius. Try to get them to come play with him with an series of string toy.

Corvus: she's trying to get Konrad to stop hanging out from under the table with the other void cats. Fail. She just wanna pet a void baby :(....

Perturabo: he kept saying that he does not like cat. Actually sat down, and got to touch this affectionate toxedo cat's toe beans. Might be crying. Is 100% planning to smuggle it out.

Angron: has become one with the floor. Spread fully, arm stretched on it. The cats walk all over him and he might have ascended to a higher state of being.

Mortarion: oh he's not having the best of time. The cat keep batting at his respirator and the hairs and dandruff make it hard to breath.... But actually like the lil bastards and want to STAY.

Roboute: he find an old bastard cat, maybe missing an eye, and they just gently cuddle together in a corner. He's also the only one to actually go to the counter and fill the proper paperwork to adopt him.

Lorgar: he ordered food, and keep getting it stolen by cats (and Konrad). Can't even be mad.

And Vulkan: he's in heaven. Paradise. Life is wonderful and perfect. He's WARM and all the lil baby come snuggle on him to sleep. Mama cat's hand him kittens to babysit. He's thinking of installing cat cafe on all his ships.

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richardsphere · 2 months

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Leverage Log: The French Connection Job

Ooh the mark is Elliot's old friend (guy who taught him how to cook). Charming, --- "we havent cleared the accomodation yet so you'll have to live with the strippers". God how do they come up with these scams? --- Oh, Parker is having an identity crisis. --- Oh, Sophie isn't starting an acting troupe she's training an army of mini-sophies. Thats promising. --- Also once more: Food industry in leverage: ridiculously bullshit competitive. Like i get that rare ingredient smugling isnt unrealistic, and this is different from food megacorp. But i couldnt let it go unmentioned that they're acting like drugdealers and kidnapping chefs. --- Patrice went down like expected. Elliot knocking down goon number 2 entirely off screen. Like he doesnt even hit them, the goon falls as a scene transition. --- Ok, Hardison you are a Multi-millionaire, you can afford to tip your courier. (especially as keeping your courier friendly means you get mission critical shit quicker when you need to order parts for you EMP gun or something in a hurry because the current con got a complication)

#leverage season 5 #leverage #the french connection job

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hallucinateonpaperspines · 3 months

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hi! This is an idea I had for a while but I'd like to give it to you cause I think it's up your ally. There's this movie called Lucy from 2014 it's basic plot is that this women Lucy accidentaly has a drug realease in her body(they put a bag of drugs inside her to smugle abroad) that starts to unlock her brains capacity that causes her to gain huge amounts of knowlage and abilities. When she reaches 100% she sport of becomes a higher dimensional being. The idea is that something like this happens to an OC but instead of it being cause by drugs maybe by energon + electricity, or some accident and that the changed is a bit slower.

The cons and bots having to deal with a human who is smarter and inching closer to omnipotence :3

I like your brain. <3

So sorry it took me so long to finally finish this and post it. I did actually end up watching that movie while writing this and dang it was interesting to watch. I enjoyed the weirdness immensely.

I've cross-posted this short story on both Tumblr and my AO3 account feel free to check that out here if you have an account and maybe leave a comment (feels weird to ask, but it means so much as a writer)

WARNINGS for; Violence, slow descent into insanity, depression, existential crisis, Energon consumption by any means necessary, fourth wall break, my first Dead Dove!

Sometimes, the most sinister revelations, start with a simple act of stupidity.

M.E.C.H. was rooted in pockets all over the globe. Some descended deep into the depths of the criminal underground and black markets, others perched on the edge of shadows, collecting payments from patrons who hid behind the glare of the light. Cash moved quickly, bills changing almost as much as locations and projects.

Here, in a broken-down old building, isolated and forgotten, in the far corners of a shipyard that hadn’t seen any business in more than a decade, an agent oversaw the last pieces of such a change.

It was the quiet, the abandoned, the wasted scraps of a world that had grown complacent and was so valuable to their organization. Sites like these, people like this, that was where M.E.C.H. had poured their foundations. In the treasure, the complacent had mistaken for trash.

Yet, that seemed to be changing.

M.E.C.H.’s numbers had been steadily declining for a few years now, concerning not in the numbers of deserters, but an ever-present statistical line that refused to straighten out. People were antsy and wanted action. Soldier’s bloodlust and scientists unused to the fickle lifestyle on the run. Silas had finally yielded and given the people the action they wanted. Their leader had finally revealed their presence to a government gone soft.

The line of deserters had ended. But the pitfall of deaths had not gone unnoticed.

It was the way of war. Pawns falling to support their queen, to guide their king. In this they had a purpose, their names would be remembered as the brave souls to usher in a new era, to pull this nation ahead of the new world order.

Maintaining supremacy was not for the faint-hearted. Nor for the spineless.

Agent 13 was a prize pawn. A soldier that obeyed, who fulfilled the mission objective at all costs, and, who truly believed, this was all for the best.

The warehouse was almost empty now. Located in a more derelict area of Long Beach, California, this site wasn’t particularly important. It served mostly as a shipping location or assembly zone for some of the more hazardous technical gear. Now that the labs had been deconstructed and the personnel evacuated, the gaping interior seemed almost pitiful. It was only Agent 13 present at the moment, here to personally collect one last piece of merchandise before joining the egress and making the four-hour-long trip to a new base in Nevada. There, they’d personally join Silas and aid in Project: Chimera.

It was not Agent 13’s business to question the wisdom of pooling all resources and personnel into a single location. Just as it was not his right to judge the immediate halt of all other projects as wasteful, or a concerning hint of the rumored obsession that had been whispered through masked mouths.

It was not Agent 13’s place at all.

His place was here, loading the cheap wooden crate into the back of the olive green sports car.

Another budget decision that wasn’t 13’s place to judge.

Driving with practiced ease speeds not too slow but not too fast, Agent 13 kept low. Head forward and body tense as the white light of Project: Chiron seeped through the cracks between panels and reached out into the dark.

Objective collected, it wasn’t until the return journey the mission went wrong.

It was dark on the desert road, with moon and stars hidden by the night’s clouds, and headlights straining to puncture the desolate inky blackness.

Agent 13 heard the engine first.

A purr that rattled into a roar as a sports car, crimson enough its paint could have matched freshly spilled blood, pulled alongside the M.E.C.H. vehicle. Agent 13 felt his seat vibrate as the engine let out another blast and the foreign vehicle edged forward and back. Egging him on, an invitation clear.

He slowed down the car.

Distracting as the sports car was, risking gathering the attention of a highway patrol would be infinitely worse. Especially, when carrying experimental property, discontinued or not.

The crimson driver did not seem to receive the message. Following close for a few more miles, the driver continued to blast his engine and swerve. Rather pathetically desperate for a race, if this continued, Agent 13 might need to pull them both over. A quick paint job and the vehicle would be acceptable for Silas’s preferences and coyotes were always opportunistic for an extra body of meat.

Hand tightening on the wheel, the gun heavy in its holster on his hip, Agent 13 prepared to make his move when a third pair of headlights appeared.

Hands loosened as the witness drove closer, and the crimson driver straightened up their act. Eyes moving to a side mirror, Agent 13 watched as the hummer seemed to stall before falling back. Crimson driver following suit.

Agent 13 gripped the wheel, eyes deviating back to the road as the rubber in his gloves squeaked against the car’s plastic.

The Hummer and Crimson reappeared again, sliding up slowly, one on each side, tires straight and engines silent.

Agent 13 floored it.

Pinching maneuver failed, the hostile vehicles raced forward. Crimson swerved into the green vehicle’s side as the Hummer hammered against the bumper. In the flash of headlights against the review mirror, Agent 13 could make out the blue paint job of the Hummer just before it surged forward and the back window cracked into a fractured spiderweb of glass.

Surprise makes one sloppy, and Agent 13 did not expect a murder attempt from civilian drivers on this lonely stretch of road.

He did not have time to react as Crimson rammed and the door folded with a crunch and the car landed with a thud.

Pushed into a ditch, the driver’s side door blocked by a bolder, Agent 13 reached for his weapon, instincts ready to make good on his decades of training and lifetime of killing.

No human approached the dented and cracked door, and as the M.E.C.H. agent looked out the hole where his window used to be, a masked face met, for the first time, the object of Silas’s obsessions.

Metal titans stood over the wreckage, and 13 had nary a moment to take in the glorious sight before a charging whirl entered his senses and his world was engulfed by blue. On instinct, he turned to shield the mission objective, and as weaponized energy burnt through metal, plastic, and wood, the stolen and reconstructed relic made contact with cauterized flesh.

Agent 13 could not open his mouth to scream, and he could not choose to keep his mind closed.

---

A single-opticed Breakdown and seething Knockout left the sight of their impulsive fun without the slightest idea of what they’d done.

---

13 came too with his feet on the ground and the sun at his back. Smoke cloyed his nose, and he didn’t know from which burning it was. The aliens or the dream?

The dream.

Collapsing on his knees, the Agent heaved. He couldn’t bother to remove the mask that suffocated him, the mixture of rubber and kevlar that rubbed against his skin and pressed down his nose. He could barely open his mouth, empty air and strangled muffles escaping into the acrid scenery.

The Dream.

There was the vague awareness of shaking, limbs no longer the instruments of precision they had been, and hands clenching. Sensation did not exist inside the suit, so there was nothing to feel but his own body’s insufficiency. Insufficient to get up, to move, to do anything but freeze underneath a desert sun, incapable of getting a breath, and eyes that could barely make out the environment through the cracked lenses of overpriced goggles.

Not that it mattered. His mind was still focused on the Dream.

Aliens, war, children, M.E.C.H. They’d been there. Events playing out, circumstances beyond him, a stinge of incidents interconnected and inevitable.

Something had happened when he made contact with Project: Chiron.

He remembered the pain, he remembered the end. Being dissolved in the heat of an alien weapon. Seats melting, seatbelt incinerated, wood cracking and flacking into ashen pieces beneath flesh that were cooking alive. He remembered it all happened so quickly and yet… so, so very slow.

Hand falling through the container.

White light meeting blue.

Project: Chiron came into contact with the residue from the weapon an instant before 13 made contact with it.

And then…

The Dream.

Cliffjumper had died. Megatron experimented on the body with Dark Energon. He’d produced a zombie. He’d then scrapped the specimen and gone on to produce several armies worth. One on Earth. The rest on Cybertron.

Cybertron.

A space bridge. Transporting the army to Earth, only for the Autobots and children to ruin it all. Megatron was bombed with his own wormhole and left for dead. Starscream took over. Starscream tried to lead. But Megatron came back. Megatron beat the Seeker within an inch of his life for an attempt to kill Prime.

It went on and on. Always following the aliens, Autobots, and Decepticons. Battles, antics at the base, episodes of adventures.

There was the blue Hummer, Breakdown. Silas’s escaped project.

Airachnid. Silas’s temporary ally who’d offered her kind.

Starscream. Who’d offered information and lost an organ.

There was a moment when the Earth shuddered and stormed. The ground cracked open and Dark Energon spewed from volcanos like a geyser. Unicron.

Amnesia for the Prime. The Autobots got him back, but not before relic locations were revealed.

Breakdown killed by Airachnid. M.E.C.H. coming to make use of the pieces. Project: Chimera fulfilled.

The Japanese girl called it Nemesis Prime.

And then…. Silas lost.

Silas.

Silas was trapped. Silas, crushed beneath his obsession and masterpiece. Silas, lying comatose on a stolen hospital bed. Silas who they all failed.

And the Surgeon.

More relics, more battles, but that didn’t matter because the Surgeon saved Silas. It was unorthodox, it was unethical, but when had M.E.C.H. been preoccupied with morals? When the end was security and peace reinforced by power, weren’t a few dubious decisions worth it? How was it any different than a skin graft, or an organ donation?

Wasn’t it less wasteful to use the whole body?

13 could still see it in his mind. The moment the corpse shuddered with new life. The blue, the energon, activated systems so carefully patched together and repurposed. Metal face twitching, alien eyes, reunited and reattached, opening as a foreign mouth curved into a familiar confident smile.

“What have you done?”

Silas reborn.

“I’m one of them.”

Failures fixed.

“The perfect meld of man and machine. Exquisite.”

What was he doing?

“Thank you all for your dedication and a lifetime of service.”

Why were-?

“But I now seem more suited to keep the exclusive company of titans.”

The cannon fired. Weaponized blasts of energon as the world burned and men became kindling for their savior’s ambition.

Agent 13 watched Silas offer himself to the Decepticons. Offering the last scrap of M.E.C.H.’s years of work as if it had always been solely his. Watched as more people burned. As the Autobots came. As the Autobots won.

13 watched the Crimson Driver drag a pleading Silas away. A man who’d they’d held as a tactical genius, incapable of seeing the Titans shared none of his twisted admiration.

Even 13 could appreciate the irony of Knockout avenging his desecrated partner, and unknowingly, avenging the hundreds of men who’d died hours before.

The Dream didn’t end. It went on and on. More relics. Invasion. A metal dragon. And the Autobots kept winning.

Silas trapped as an experiment, still pleading for help from his own victims. Then trapped in the reanimated body of his host, set free by an action of self-preservation from a false-ally. Tearfully thanking her for ending his life. Airachnid barely sparing a shred of acknowledgment. M.E.C.H. was well and truly dead.

Cybertron restored. Unicron vanquished again. Life returned with a Prime’s sacrifice. And then…

Nothing.

An end of The Dream.

Silas was alive and whole. M.E.C.H. had never partnered with an alien.

But the dream was true.

It just hadn’t happened yet.

---

Something was wrong with 13.

“Easy as pie,” He was told, “in and out, done and dusted, before the feds know to even look.”

They could not afford Project: Chiron to go unaccounted for, useless as it was. It had proven a failure. The scavenged artifact with a similar metal and design as the alien Transformers, had yielded less information than the trouble to process it was worth. But then, 13 wasn’t an inventor or a scientist, he didn’t see the possibilities lurking within hidden technology. As a soldier, Agent 13 saw bulky tech that had been stripped down into unidentifiable pieces.

And now it was gone.

The project was gone, with 13 alone in the wilderness. An Agent seeing visions of the future, head pounding and mouth dry, with a feeling of emptiness that seemed to echo and grow with every minute that passed.

He wanted to dream again.

He needed to see it again.

There was something so distinctly horrifying, so profoundly euphoric about existing outside of yourself. Of being nothing more than a viewer. Of feeling untethered, unbound, separate from the disasters that loomed large.

13 wanted to be separate again.

But he kept walking. Because walking was all he could do.

---

Mind still spinning, The Dream turning and weaving through every thought, 13’s feet changed direction in a slow and subtle drift. A buzz filled the air, and the emptiness cried out.

Suddenly, 13 was no longer slow.

On his knees again the man dug into the Earth. Sand and dirt crept into the groves and crevices of the suit, finding their way through tears and sticking to half-melted edges. 13 paid no mind as blisters popped and burns were rubbed raw. He couldn’t feel it, nerves damaged as they were. He felt only the treasure hidden beneath the sands, 13 moved only for it.

Somehow, he knew the only reason his heart still beat was so that he could hold it close.

The energon was exposed. It might have been hours of digging, it might have been minutes, but it didn’t matter, it was there.

And the emptiness craved.

Hand outstretched, 13 made contact with the rock.

His eyes rolled back and he dreamed once more. Blue light turned to white as Project: Chiron fulfilled its objective and its unwitting host basked in the consequences.

---

The dreams were fading. 13 was starving. And the emptiness howled for more.

He’d dug his way through half the desert, fingers rubbed raw for shards that disappeared as soon as they settled into his palm. He’d gotten such pleasure, such relief from those first few absorptions. The Dream continued, in more and more detail, as his mind began to acclimate to the visions, and the information hidden within seemed more inevitable, more permanent. More real.

The hollowness went away with the energon. That small gap between the blue and white, when his vision blurred and spine contracted, when 13 felt so far removed from the pain of hunger and the doom of knowing. Moments that became shorter with each new shard, moments where the soldier had sneaked past the gates and into paradise itself.

He didn’t like being without a shard. The shards feed the Dream, and the Dream finishes the shards. Without the shards there was no Dream, there was no moment in between. There was just 13.

Something was wrong with 13.

It hurt to be alone. It hurt to be awake, hollow, aching with something more itching just beyond his grasp, just beyond an ever-thinning veil of awareness and reality. 13 wanted to rip through that veil with his teeth.

---

Something was wrong with 13.

How many days had it been? How many hours since he’d last found a shard? Since he’d last been free?

Skin burned underneath the suit, and his vision wavered beneath his mask. The glaring haze of the desert, sand, and dirt is torn up as if a giant had raked the ground, faded, and became unfocused. Something white and black was winding through the peripheries of vision, Sounds, and blue-lettered words, names that didn’t belong to anyone inside.

Inside.

Something was wrong with 13. But who was he to judge? Who was anyone?

One more shard, one more Dream. Just one more, please.

Something was wrong with 13, and the Dreams -just made it worse- made it better.

Just one more shard. Just one more step. One more…

And then he can start again.

---

There are no shards, nothing left buried beneath sand or hidden away inside cliffs. 13 has scavenged and scavenged and taken and now there is nothing left for him to take. Nothing left for him to offer.

It’s the project, the relic, the stolen technology he almost died to save, and the tech that’s taken his sacrifice and twisted it into something more.

He can feel it. Lose pieces, liquid metal, something alien slithering inside him. Coolness pressing against bones, tight rings squeezing muscle, particles drifting past barriers and seeping through fluid till it reaches grey matter and turns it silver.

He is not the tool. The tool is not him. But neither are what they should have been.

Something is wrong, and it isn’t 13.

He’s never felt so right, so hollow, so whole, so unnecessary.

Perhaps it's the energon, slipping past his rubbery mask, staining his hands even if he knows it will disappear by the next scene. The world doesn’t disappear in favor of The Dream, but 13 knows it all by heart now. He knows many things now.

The vehicon that he sits by for instance. Frame still, energon pooling out of dents and slices from an Autobot raid, an empty frame. Burying his face in the lacerated abdomen of the creature, 13 knows that this creature was an empty frame long before it died. No name, no story, no identity, no purpose other than to stand in the background or die.

For now, he’s too pleased with the relief the energon brings to consider any more than that. But the high doesn’t last long.

Soon 13 is craving again. Soon 13 is searching again.

This time it's for a reason just as much as a high.

---

Ignorance is bliss. Ignorance is joy. A simple child-like understanding, a purity in the fragile and fading pursuits of life, but so, so easily broken.

13 can feel his mind cracking like broken glass, and no matter how he tries, he can’t fit the pieces back together without them decaying back into sand.

It was all a lie, it was all fake, it meant nothing.

The Dream never goes away, the voices never fade, and the euphoria never comes. It plays and it plays and it plays over and over and over again. The timeline, the plotline, the beginning, and the end, because it is the end isn’t it?

A fade to black and it all starts over again.

Again and again and again.

Nothing exists outside the plot. Everything exists for the plot.

Does he?

---

Energon does nothing now. The Hollowness craves and it can’t be filled. The mind sees and it can’t understand. It doesn't want to understand.

But they do. And it changes nothing.

Nothing.

What is it to live in a world where that is what you are? The agent meant nothing. What were they? A nameless suit with a mask, a body to fill the background. Did they have a name? Had they ever? They never pulled up the mask, they never removed the suit. Would there even be a body hidden beneath, or empty air, flesh unrendered and unneeded?

No. No, because they weren’t worth that much. Only vague gashes and sensations are created from expectations, only ideas, and concepts for what should be. Perhaps a haunted suit if they even had a spirit capable of such a thing.

But fiction does not have a soul. It only borrows from what its maker provides.

That's what this all is, fiction. A fabrication. A falsehood. A lie.

They all existed to serve the plot, the vision of a maker to the entertainment of an audience. Value was in the story, worth was in a role. Silas was an important character, the Surgeon was the only one who came close but not even he was granted a name, a history, or a motive. They were nothing.

Nothing.

Even then it was all for the aliens, for the Transformers. It was their story, their tale, and M.E.C.H. was nothing more than a prop. A subplot. A distraction. A filler.

Did the betrayal even matter then? Bodies burning, conscientious abandoned as men played god, but they had never been men in the first place. Never been human. Never had a choice.

It was a program, graphics constructed within a screen, puppets playing to directions, and voices inserted that weren’t even their own.

Did anything even matter anymore?

It was fake, false, it was… a TV show.

All that death, everything they’d given up, everything they’d sacrificed and bleed dry. Treason, murder, betraying nation and family alike because they’d believed they’d bring about humanity’s salvation. Heroes of a new age. The bringers of a new century of progress, of power.

They were nothing but empty vessels. Body counts. Puppets are not worth gifting a flimsy story or half-assed voice.

Nothing.

Just one more step. One more shard. One more sip. Just one more piece of energon and maybe, they could forget. Maybe they could be Agent 13 again.

Maybe they could dream and finally wake up.

---

Choking back the energon, the graphic’s form seized as their mind flexed and burned. The world was too small, too tight. The effects of the apparatus amplified beyond what should have been possible. The unstable tangle of energy was pooling, coagulating, forming a positive feedback that just kept building, and building, and building upon itself. What was an identity to a concept? What was a name to an idea? This world existed for the Titans, for the story. Its ending was set, but M.E.C.H. wouldn’t even last that long. Death lingered by, but could it claim things that had never been alive?

Why was 13 so different? No apparatus, no relic like this was shown in the plotlines. It was all nuclear engines, aliens, vivisections, organs, a broken body in a metal corpse, and fire. Burning flesh, melting flames, screams, and cooked meat.

The suits all looked the same. No identity. No individual. No reality… no Agent 13.

Oh. They don’t belong in this world at all, do they?

No. They’re different.

You made them.

You.

And he’s alive here. A fake world, a voiceless, formless world. It’s changing. Heartbeating with every glance of a foreign eye, for shifting with every new mind.

He doesn’t belong there.

Send him back.

Send me back.

I don’t want to know these things.

I’m not supposed to know these things.

No.

That’s not true.

You created me to know.

You created me to drive me mad.

𝐀⃥⃒̸𝐫⃥⃒̸𝐞⃥⃒̸ 𝐲⃥⃒̸𝐨⃥⃒̸𝐮⃥⃒̸ 𝐝⃥⃒̸𝐨⃥⃒̸𝐧⃥⃒̸𝐞⃥⃒̸ 𝐰⃥⃒̸𝐢⃥⃒̸𝐭⃥⃒̸𝐡⃥⃒̸ 𝐦⃥⃒̸𝐞⃥⃒̸ 𝐲⃥⃒̸𝐞⃥⃒̸𝐭⃥⃒̸?⃥⃒̸

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