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robby-bobby-tommy · 9 months

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Well, it's time for my hcs. (Mostly UM and KO)

Ultra Magnus has a terrible CPTSD. Sometimes he hears a plane and immediately transforms his hands into blasters. When he talks to someone he tries to continue the dialogue, but all his attention goes to figuring out the location of the enemy. (+ he has bad sleep schedule)

I'M also has a terrible case of 'bad things happen to bots when I leave them'. He doesn't like staying away from the battle, because he cares very much for his new found family. He isn't afraid of dying for the cause, but he doesn't want to lose anyone.

At the free time he has helped some Autobots make their battle skills better. Like he spared with Miko in Apex armor so she could practice her punches and also had classes for medics (Ratchet and KO). They didn't have blasters, which is disadvantage, but they figured out the way to fight almost as good as others.

Speaking of KO. He wasn't very welcomed at team at first, so he was watched very closely. Yet sooner or later they've warmed up to him. KO was a bit afraid at first, but seeing that they meant no harm, he came back to his sassy attitude.

Also KO has some appreciation problems. When he was a decepticon he had to earn the respect and after Shockwave came along he felt very replaceable. He wasn't thanked for his work half as much as he should. So when Ratchet thanked KO in 3 season he genuinely said "you're welcome".

But the moment he felt he was accepted into team prime was when OP didn't let him on some mission. It went like "Why can't I join?", "Knock Out, comrade, you aren't in need of another warrior, yet we may use the help of a second medic." "We can't just lose medics around. Too important." Ratchet adds. After like the whole team nods. And KO felt so appreciated

After that he became very close to Team Prime and (if they stayed on earth) to kids. When some bully is rude to Jack, KO would let Darby drive himself in school just to show off. He'd watch horrors with Miko, and even tell some interesting stuff abt Cybertronian culture, organism ect to Raf

Also he'd race with Bee and Smokescreen, but he is hella competitive. Like this scene in Avatar The Last Airbender, where Azula plays volleyball. "You'll never rise from the ashes of humiliation!" "Dude... It's not that deep bro.."

Oh, and he'd be very awkward with Smokey cuz like... He tried to open him up. But Smokey doesn't mind it, saying that they're even after he put KO in the wall

The other very strange relationship he has with Bulkhead. It's because of Breakdown. Bulkhead hated him and, as we all know, KO was in a relationship with him. Bulk ofc doesn't hold anything against KO for his relationship, yet they'd have a lot of different opinions on BD. They would talk a lot, finding out more about BD's past

And boy oh boy he had a wild one. Him and Bulkhead were born in the same class. They were builders, as Bulkhead said 'I can build stuff, I can break stuff. That's all.' Yet both of them wanted to do more good in the world, so they joined the Wreckers (before the war it was a gang that helped everyone in need and protected the weak), where they've met. Bulk and BD quickly became brothers in arms but the war seperated them

Once BD heard a broadcast of Megatron's ideas of reforming Cybertron and became a great supporter. He joined the decepticons cuz he thought it was his chance to make the world better. He was so blinded by Meg's promises that he thought this crimes were justified. Bulkhead was more observant, and felt something shady and was grossed out by bombings. But the thing that brought them apart and made them enemies was BD's betrayal. Early in the war Megatron was merciless and Wreckers mostly opposed him. Breakdown pledge allegiance to Megan. He wanted whole gang to join, but they refused and Big M wanted to destroy them all. Breakdown told the location of their hideout, and when Wreckers met there, they were greeted by pistols. It was a big fight, some lives were lost. After that BD went with Decepticons and Bulkhead with the Autobots. Now Bulk hated BD for his betrayal

KO never knew abt that cuz he met BD later. Knock Out was a doctor in one of the neutral cities, that were captured by Decepticons early in the war, and decided to join the "winning team" Just to survive

After all the talks Bulkhead started to respect KO more

Knock Out, Bee and Smokey regularly forcing the gang to go to the drive in theaters.

Arcee, June and Miko have a girls nights where they judge everyone

OP and UM are very close. To the point they're mistaken for brothers (they call each other that in private)

Ultra Magnus doesn't like to show affection in public, so when someone wants to hug him or smt like that, they always ask him to another room. Like after OP came back in season 3, Optimus said smt like "Ultra Magnus, old friend, for a word". And then they are just hugging in another room

Optiratch. Just them. Married. Conjux endura. That's all

Megatron, Soundwave and Shockwave are mean girls.

Megasound cuz you can't stop me. And Shocky just third wheeling his spark out.

Shockwave actually started to like Starscream when they were left on earth.

Agent Fowler and June dating, cuz they both deserve better

KO, Arcee and Ratchet form a widow club after the film.

KO and Arcee beat Arachnid's aft together.

That's all for now.

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moodyseal · 7 months

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Tell us more abt your hyacinthus winter soldier au 👀👀

HELLO thank you for giving me an excuse to talk your ear off about it, you will probably regret it <3

To be completely honest I still haven't planned anything that's worth of an actual fic (who do you take me for? An organized person? HA) but I would lie if I said that I didn't think about it a lot, so

As you know, somehow in this AU Hyacinthus came back to life and started working for the emperors

The dynamics of how, exactly, it all happened are pretty undefined as of now, but that's secondary information and it's not really important. (Maybe.)

What you need to know though is that Commodus is the one who takes him in, because of course he does. Hyacinthus is the perfect revenge against Apollo, after all, both because he's known to be his greatest love, and seeing him side against him would hurt Apollo a lot, and because, whatever happened, Commodus would always have leverage against Apollo, in a "You don't want to do what I tell you? Well look what I can do to your precious little flower" sort of way

He also uses this as an excuse to get back at Hyacinthus himself, too—something that is a direct result his festering inferiority complex and the can of worms that are, again, his feelings upon seeing the one man Apollo's name is always associated with

Hyacinthus is a better man and fighter than him even when he's brainwashed and he just CAN'T stand it

It all worsens once he sees how much Lester is still attached to Hyacinthus, and how hard he tries to get him to snap back. He never cared that much for him after all, did he?

On Hyacinthus' end this all borders less on the side of drama and more on the side of comedy LMAO

While not being able to discern right from wrong atm, as he's been coerced into absolute obedience through very shady means, he has this unexplainable feeling inside him that he really, really doesn't like Commodus (which intensifies every time Commodus starts another one of his long rants about how bad and evil and selfish Apollo is and about how he'll absolutely get his revenge) and he expresses that through little jabs he makes in his direction that Commodus can't really do anything about because they are worded in a way that makes them seem innocuous

On the other hand, he's on civil terms with the rest of the "staff", so to speak, and some even respect him because of how skilled he is (specifically Lityerses) so he does have some allies there

They don't actually know who he is though since, while he works for the emperors, Hyacinthus is never referred to by his own name, but always by some sort of epithet

(This is why Meg never made the connection either, despite knowing the myth well enough to inform Grover that Hyacinthus was Apollo's boyfriend)

It's mostly a measure they take so Hyacinthus doesn't remember his past before they're actually done using him

As for Apollo and Hyacinthus' relationship in this, it's a bit complicated, because Apollo changes his stance and tries to get him on his side the moment Hyacinthus' disguise drops, while Hyacinthus doesn't remember him. At all. So his efforts don't really work

Which results in a lot of frustration and hurt feelings

Despite this, Hyacinthus' unexplainable feelings persist. And he's very confused :)

I'm still not sure when this would be set—I wanted to either limit this to The Dark Prophecy or make it a "he appears occasionally as a spy or something until they find out who he is" thing that spans over the five books (without actually retelling the whole story though because holy shit that would be exhausting) but that's something that can be figured out later oof

Anyway, keep in mind that this is all just a result of my daydreaming, so if I actually write something concrete about this, some plot points might change!! And also the dynamics!! And the vibes in general!!! My brain is just a dumpster fire tbh so expect a lot of mental U-turns here

#trials of apollo #toa #pjo #apollo #lester papadopoulos #hyacinthus #au #lonely thoughts #ask #i hope i managed not to tom holland myself #and reveal too much #i just can't shut up sometimes you know #sigh #sometimes i also say too little though #so lmk if there's anything specific you wanted to know!!

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mamuzzy · 6 months

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WIP GAME!!!

Thank you for the tag @walls-actul-ly! RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs. ---- 1. Attention to all troopers 2. BASSZÁTOK MEG BÁDOGEMBEREK 3. Buir 4. carameldansen 5. crosshair annyira mérges lesz ha meghal 6. deadmen don't eat 7. iliketrains 8. is it mad to pray for better hallucinations 9. kjkjkjkjkjk 10. merKasen 11. miafaszomazashibari 12. New canvas 13. rwerwerwerwerwerwer 14. When I peek into my scope I see this guy 15. Zetsubou 16. zuzuzuzu ---- Not all my wips but most... actually had to collect them in one folder because I like to organize things in folders... but not naming them properly apparently. It can be fanfic, it can be art, be brave and choose! :D Also, for fanfics, an english title doesn't indicate english text within, but I guess this will be a good exercise for me to attempt to translate them and share more of my written stuff. :))))) So some titles are in hungarian, if someone wants to translate them before asking. Now I can't tag as many people as my wips... but NPT: @ithillia @riinoaheartilly @nooneherebutusghosts @hurryupmerlin @marymunchkiin @battlekilt @commanderfoxdeservesbetter

#ask game #mamuzzy draws stuff #mamuzzy writes stuff #wip

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moonlight-tmd · 3 months

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Hello! A huge Blitzbee fan and a huge fan of your work here! What about a date after one of them had an exhausting day at work, and the other went all out glamorously for the date? I’m talking roses and lights and all that. Hehe ^^

Hello and thank you! I'm glad to hear you like the stuff i make <3

I wrote a similar thing about Blitz being all lovey dovey when Bee came to a meeting exhaused on my AO3 BlitzBee week but now i'm thinking what would Bee do when Blitz came back more and more tired from the constant work Megs and Lugnut give him...

I suppose Lugnut threw his work on Blitzwing, so he was stuck organizing and carrying supplies to the magazines all days long while Lugnut praised their Lord with an excuse of "discussing strategy plans with him". Bee understood that even a strong mech like Blitzwing can get tired and worn out so he planned a little something for their next meeting...

The next time Blitzwing flew out all tired to meet up with Bee he didn't see him when he landed by the warehouse. Instead, there was a note saying "Come inside~" with a heart drawn attached to the door. So Blitz took the note and entered their hideout. It was dark, all the lights have been turned off and the windows were covered. Only a moment after he called Bee's name the light turned on- or rather all the fairy lights haging from the walls and support beams of the building, all white, pink and magenta. There was other dimly lit decor and in the middle of the room on the floor was a big spread out rest area with electric candles surrounding it, he could see and smell incense on the crates placed nearby with dark sheets on them and bowls of various snacks sitting there just waiting to be eaten.

He was far too stunned to notice Bee creep up behind him and greet his beloved. Bumblebee was all shiny and had those silky blue ribbons wrapped around his horns, neck, arms and thighs. He had that adoring look on his face. A truly beautiful sight for Blitzwing.

He said he knew Blitz was doing one heck of a tough job and wanted to make their night a bit more pleasant for him. Blitzwing though he wanted them to interface but Bee only laughed and said not everything is about interfacing. Tonight was Blitz's night to relax.

Bee grabbed his sparkmate's servo and guided him to lay on the big pile of blankets and pillows. He made Blitz use his thighs as a pillow and pet his helm while also feeding him the fancy snacks he somehow got his servos on. Then he made Blitzwing lay on his chassis and went to massage his back plates.

The amount of stress and tension he had to knead out from there was making his own servos hurt but he never said a thing, he only sat there praising his beloved while listening to his moans of pleasure and relief. Bee brought special oils to rub into Blitz's metal to help with the stress, they all smelled good so he used different ones in different areas, he left the best one for his wings since he knew how much tension got in those struts after heavy duty work.

It was amazing. Bee assumed Blitzwing must have fallen into recharge when he was caressing his back to relax after the intense part of the massage. Blitz looked so peaceful, Bee was very happy that he helped his beloved, the spa night was a success. While petting Blitz's back he leaned down and whispered the word of love to him, how much he meant to him and that he'll always be there for him no matter what. He whispered how much his life got better since they met and that he'll never leave his side. Blitz was everything to him and he would do anything to keep them both happy. Bee gave him a kiss on the helm before he carefully squeezed himself under Blitz's arm to snuggle and recharge himself...

...What he didn't know is that Blitz wasn't recharging at all and trying his best not to burst out crying while Bee said all those things. Once Bee was in recharge he started quietly crying and hugged him as close as possible. Bee really went the whole world distance and beyond to make him feel like the luckiest mech alive. He never told Bee he heard his confession but he kept it in his Spark forever.

And of course, he did make Bee scream his name in the morning. Bee prettied himself up just for Blitzwing and it truly was doing things to him the whole time he saw the scout. A relaxing night followed by a passionate morning was something he never knew he needed. Shame they both had to leave so soon, but well... they could always reapeat that when they have more time~.

#maccadam #tfa #ask box #blitzbee

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lazulisong · 6 months

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i guess i should clarify the surgery timeline a bit (and also link the amazon list haha)

Nov 9 is the in person appointment with my surgeon, where i will get to ask fun questions about Pain Management and Weight Restrictions and answer even more fun questions about How I Want to Look (rn those answers are: idgaf as long as these fucking glands are off and that the idea of having cut and paste nipples causes me acute revulsion)! i'm taking the day off despite working at the same campus as the surgeons office because i will probably be taking the full amount of xanax im prescribed in the morning.

Nov 27 is the pre op appointment which will be over the phone with one of the PAs.

My leave starts as of Dec 8; i will return to work on Jan 2

sharon arrives dec 10, ??? i somehow get myself over to the rental which may involve sharon picking me up as she goes from the airport. (also i get groceries delivered to the rental because there is no way i'm going to the store when i expect to be wound up anyway)

if i don't have to go haring all over Portland for medications on Dec 11 (i'm going to campaign hard for getting them released on Friday since the pharmacy i go to is also on this campus), sharon and i will drive down south to pick up Mom and see the dog.

dec 12 at 8:30 i check in at the hospital (ALSO on the same campus and the one where amy had brain surgery) and juli arrives to be emotional support / be contact point for friends

surgery is scheduled for 10:30 and i should be out of the OR by 2:30 so i expect to be back to the rental by 3:30 or 4:00.

Mom stays until i'm off the good pills and can stay by myself, sharon drives her back (im not driving two hours with drains in, thanks)

dec 18 i have my first post op, and on dec 26 i will have the last one except presumably any follow ups i get scheduled later.

i might go south after my second post op but i have been repeatedly, reliably assured that i can expect an acute stage of depression d/t you know, being knocked unconscious, carved up, and then having drains for a week so that's going to be a big "i'll let you know the week before, mom"

i've been blessed with an amazing amount of support but if you would like to contribute i'm about 500$ shy of my overall goal of $4000:

and i also have an amazon list of assorted necessities and comforts:

but i also really need a lot of good thoughts because wow my anxiety is through the roof. and maybe some kindle unlimited suggestions for while im on painkillers.

thank you for your support!

#meg what is your problem #top surgery adventures #also i had a protein shake this morning with my pills #and i regret to inform u that boo boo the fool over here #should have also gotten a bagel

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pedros-immaculate-vibes · 2 months

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Smoke and Mirrors 3

Distractions Over Coffee

@general-dweebous BAM good things come in 3’s :D

“Hey! What’ll it be?”

“Hullo, again,” he rubbed his palms together as if deciding how much to bet on a horse at the track, “can I have—uh, hmm—ah, let’s stick with those two americanos again, if that’s alright.”

“Room for cream and sugar, too, right?” Asked the barista, her eyes darting between the professor and the table he’d just alighted from.

“That would be correct, yes,” opening his wallet, “how much do I owe you?”

She pursed her lips, “If it’s just a few shots of espresso and water, it’s on the house. You and your wife come here all the time, it’s fine.”

Gale’s chest tightened—all of the air gone in an instant. He blinked several times, visibly processing. “My uh—my, my what?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you two were—”

“HA, No! Oh, no no, I mean of COURSE not, we work together that could—that could never be a��possible—ahem, thing,” he glanced back at her, adjusting his glasses, hoping the ambient noise of the coffee house was enough to keep her from hearing all of this.

“Sorry, I just assumed, my bad,” the barista avoided eye contact as much as possible, writing their order on a napkin and handing that with the two mugs to her coworker.

“No, it’s fine, I can see where the confusion would come from. We certainly frequent your establishment often enough,” he looked down and fiddled with his wallet.

“Will that be all?”

“Yes, thank you,” an absent-minded nod as he stepped off to the side, letting someone else order next. Gale leaned against the wall near the pick-up counter, sliding his wallet into the pocket of his dockers and fidgeting instead with his glasses. He didn’t dare look up to see if Meg was looking his way; if she had heard and was now staring at him with an incredulous look. Or worse, an entertained chuckle about to burst forth from her lips.

They looked fuller today, didn’t they. Maybe it’s because she keeps biting them while she studies.

#Smoke and mirrors #paramedic halsin #Firefighter halsin #Gale #professor dekarios #gale of waterdeep #Bg3 #fanfic

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hiraethhh-h · 1 year

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puppy love

summary: after catching feelings for a certain fury, zagreus offers some advice to get you back on your feet.

pairings: megara “meg” x gn! reader, (platonic) zagreus x gn! reader, mentions of thanzag.

warnings: light spoilers

notes: in lieu of Hades II being announced, here we are! also bc i am a whore for greek mythology (thanks pjo/hoo <3 /lh)

word count: 1.2k

you were always unsure how you landed yourself in such shitty situations.

for one, as a minor god, you somehow got yourself a position in the underworld. did you read the fine print in the contract you signed in olympus? absolutely-fucking-not. the trip to the river styx was less than pleasant, but you did leave a good review for charon. despite him speaking in decipherable groans, he made for good company and talk.

small dents began to appear in the rod of the broom you held, your sweeping motions coming to a halt. the shiny granite floors perfectly reflected your frowning face back at you. not wanting to get scolded for lagging behind in your chores, you took a few steps forward before gently brushing at the floor.

“is… everything alright?”

you jolted violently, whipping around with wide eyes. zagreus stood before you, his hands raised. “sorry- didn’t mean to scare you.” he quickly uttered. “you just looked… tense, is all.” his mismatched eyes slowly drifted to the broom, where cracks had formed from your iron grip. you blinked, slowly setting the broom against the wall with a sheepish look. “just… having a bit of a mid-life crisis? well, a godly one.” you sighed, shaking your head.

the prince raised a brow, “i don’t mean to pry, but i wouldn’t mind listening.” your brows perked up in surprise, a small smile forming on your lips. “thank you zagreus. do you mind also covering for me? i really don’t feel like getting told off today…” zagreus nodded in agreement, “of course. perhaps my room would be best for privacy?” you followed after the male with no further questions, trying to decipher where it would be best to start.

the two of you sat atop zagreus’ bed, the mattress bouncing ever so slightly to accommodate for the new weight. the silence didn’t feel as unnerving as before, thanks to the prince of hell’s presence. you were glad you had found a confidant and amazing friend in him.

“well… to start, i guess i…” you paused, inhaling then exhaling to organize your thoughts. “i have feelings for meg, romantically.” zagreus blinked in surprise, looking down at you. “i don’t know what to do next, zag. she’s practically unreachable. any time i see her, i want to approach her but i’m just so…” “nervous?” zagreus finished for you. “yes, nervous. that.” you fell back onto the bed with a grunt, staring up at the ceiling in disdain. the bed shifted as zagreus laid beside you, his head propped up by his hand.

“if you don’t mind me asking, zag, how did you approach than?” a nervous chuckle left the male, the flame-colored wreath atop his head shifting ever so slightly as he moved to look at the headboard. “i don’t mean to sound… generic, but all i really did was be myself.” he began. “aside from the fact that we’re childhood friends, all i really did was figure out what he liked, what he didn’t like. then, i just went from there.” at his words, you went silent.

if you started from there, perhaps you would have a chance to find out more on meg. you looked to zagerus with a faint smile, “thank you, zag. and don’t worry about sounding too generic, you… you’ve helped more than you know.” you nodded firmly, watching a smile grow on zagreus’ face. “you’re welcome, i’m glad i could be of assistance… but really, that quick?” he questioned, a brow raised as he moved to sit up once you did.

“yeah, i want to find meg, see if… i can muster up the courage to talk to her.” zagreus placed a hand on your shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. “that’s a great start, but remember not to get ahead of yourself. things like this take time and patience.” he warned. “right. time and patience.” you huffed, standing to head out of his room. the prince trailed after you, the two of you heading into the dining hall. unfortunately, nyx was nowhere to be seen, so you couldn’t greet the primordial goddess on the way.

a few shades lingered about the mess hall, some seated at tables and chattering amongst each other on how they died and the works. not too far, deusa was humming to herself as she gently dusted at a ledge. “deusa,” zagreus called from behind you, the gorgon jumping with a chirp-like hiss as she turned around. “p-prince zagreus!” she squeaked, also calling your name shortly after. “done with your chores already? maybe i should learn a thing or two from you…” the snake huffed in defeat, her eyes flitting over to zagreus. “oh- i also washed your sheets with the detergent you like! i-um… hope you enjoy it, prince zagreus.” she rambled. shortly after, the gorgon floated upwards, disappearing to carry on with her duties around the house of hades. “yes, thank you deusa. i’ll… be seeing you then.” the two of you moved on, the prince gently nudging you at the sight of a specific fury nursing a drink.

she stood alone, her whip holstered. on her face she wore a small scowl. “ah, must not be in the best of moods because of earlier…” zagreus winced, looking to you with worry written on his face. you shook your head, “nothing i can’t handle zag, besides, there’s a warrant on your head, not mine.” you jested lightly, earning a soft chuckle from the male. “true that. well, it’s best you go alone then. i’ll watch from afar.”

your heart hammered in your chest as you looked to meg, the fury sensing your stare shortly after. with narrowed eyes, she locked onto zagreus. you watched her face twist into a sneer, “tch.” she scoffed, setting her cup down. eventually, she looked to you. you could only hope she couldn’t hear your racing heart. “zagreus and the new godling. to what do i owe the displeasure?”

you and zagreus shared a look, the prince giving a small nod. “zageus was… just on his way, and i wanted to check in on you.” you told the fury, stepping forward to stand before her. meg raised a brow, “to… check in on me?” she repeated slowly, a hint of confusion laced in her voice. behind you, zagreus departs with a few pats on your back and he mouths a ‘good luck’ to you.

“yeah- er, yes. you looked like you were in a bad mood so…” you trailed off, sheepishly rubbing the back of your neck. your gaze slowly drifted to the ground. meg eyed you up and down for a moment, a long sigh leaving the woman as she turned to take another sip from her drink. “i’m… fine. zagreus just- eugh, the nerve of that prince irks me.” she seethed, shaking her head. you chuckled softly, waving to the shade behind the counter for a drink of your own.

“that sounds like a light way of putting it.” you murmured, thanking the shade-chef with a nod. the sweet taste of nectar soothed you, meg watching as you drank the gold-colored liquid. “well, i’m all ears for whatever you’d like to talk about.” you told her now, looking at the fury with a kind smile. she blinked a few times before nodding, “thanks…” meg murmured. she stared at her drink for a moment before glancing back over to you.

perhaps you wouldn’t be as bad as she thought you would be.

#bee's writing #hades #hades game #hades supergiant #thanatos hades #zagreus hades #zagreus #meg hades #zagreus x reader #zagreus x thanatos #meg x reader

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thegeminisage · 1 year

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okay liz. i want to start reading cambionverse. where do i start?

HELLO AND OH MY GOD THANK YOU.......you've made this old woman's dream come true :') (i am only being a little dramatic)

i'm gonna give you a short answer and a long answer. you don't really need to read the long answer if it seems overwhelming. i get excited and overexplain things!!!

short answer:

the very first thing to read is the fic cambion. we wrote this fic first, which is why the verse is named after it. after you read cambion, you can reasonably jump in anywhere else on the series page and not be too confused, as long you don't jump to envesseled. cambion first, envesseled last. if you can just remember that, then any amount of shuffling the middle will be perfectly fine.

i have my own opinion for how to read the middle but i'm saving it for the end. please feel free to skip to it!

long answer:

this series is about jesse (half-demon kid from 5.06), ben (dean's maybe-kid from seasons 3 & 6), and claire (cas's temporary vessel in 4.20, and the daughter of his current vessel; she technically returned in s10, but "our" claire had already become her own totally different character by then), and their search for sam and dean, who have been missing for three years. cambion is jesse's fic, only human is ben's fic, and envesseled is claire's fic. but there are a lot of other fics that we wrote taking place in between them.

since we started writing this series while the end of s6 was airing, it will be helpful, but not necessary, to have passing knowledge of s6. we have plenty of exposition to fill in people who didn't watch but the added context is always nice.

ok, down to business! you know how the narnia books and star wars movies were published not chronologically? as in, stuff that happened later was published before stuff that happened earlier? @cambionverse is kinda like that. we have the jesse-ben-claire era and the sam-dean-cas era and even the ben-claire only era, and everyone will have their own preferences about which order to read it in. some options are as follows:

you can read it in the order we published it. pros: you can see things unfold in the same way we did as we went along, and the relationships will feel like they build more organically. cons: you will be going back and forth in time a lot, which may get confusing.

you can read it in chronological order. pros: you can go start to finish without skipping around too much in time. cons: it will take absolute ages to meet jesse, the star of this show. also, the first chronological fics have massive spoilers for cambion, so if you read them before you read cambion you're kind of ruining that fic for yourself, which is a huge bummer.

the published order and the chronological order are both on the series page. here is a screenshot:

WHAT I WOULD DO:

since both of these orders are flawed, i made my own idea, which is to read cambion, then go (mostly) chronologically. like this:

cambion - jesse's big pov fic, the ultimate verse-establisher

enter night - sam-dean-cas prequel. also meg is there <3

synchronicity - ben and claire's meetcute & budding partnership

antichrist problems - jesse, post-cambion, going thru it

only human - ben's big pov fic, an adventure w/ djinn & bisexuality

a house in nebraska - this one is about jesse's adoptive parents

oneshots collection - odds and ends

envesseled - claire's big pov fic, which we are currently publishing

i think this is the best of both worlds. you avoid most major spoilers, get to meet jesse early, and there's not so much going back and forth along the timeline that you get confused (you only really jump like twice).

thank you SOOOOO much for asking, i hope this post didn't put you off or anything and that if you decide to give it a try you enjoy it...it's definitely my pride and joy more than anything else i have ever put on ao3

edit also i forgot to add we have a blog specifically for the series if you wanna peruse it, it's @cambionverse

#liz answers asks #alreadykindled #cambionverse #sorry i didn't finish writing this until like 2am...i thought it would be better to schedule it #we actually have them in the ''''''''recommended reading order'''''''' on the series page #but cally and i did that YEARS ago and i looked at it just now and decided i fucking hated it. so you get this personalized rec instead #(dear cally sorry if this is how you find out we need to review the series order)

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callsignbarb · 2 years

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you love me anyway ~ part 4/5

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x oc

Summary: Charlie has an affinity for throwing chairs to the ground when she stands and shows that skill off to Cyclone. Sarah Kazansky successfully plays matchmaker, Charlie gives Bradley a heart attack, and Penny gives away a round on the house.

Word Count: 3.42k

Warnings: lots of crying, swearing of course, they’re in the navy, bob is a sweetheart

A/N: i almost cried writing this, mostly because i was thinking about that andrew garfield quote of how grief is all of the love you didn’t get to share. but there is also a lot of fluff, so i think that makes up for it.

The Kazansky house had a heaviness around it as Charlie walked up the steps. She knocked on the door and walked in, then closed the door behind her and let the noise echo through the house. Sitting with the silence that is a world without Iceman.

Flowers lined the entryway. Roses, lilies, tulips, daisies, and carnations and carnation and carnations. Charlie followed the flowers into the kitchen, where Sarah was trimming flower stems and putting them into a vase.

“I think you’re running out of places to put all of these.”

She looked up from the sink and smiled sadly. “Charlie.”

She wrapped around the counter and hugged her tightly. “I’m so sorry.”

“Me too.”

Charlie wiped her tears away and tried to compose herself. “What can I do to help?”

Sarah opened her mouth to answer, but then her eyebrows furrowed. “Aren’t you supposed to be in training?”

Charlie chuckled lightly, “Pete gave me the day off. I’m all yours.”

“Well,” she stuck the flowers in the vase, “before I ask you to do anything, Meg is coming by later this evening and recording people telling stories of Tom. She wants to put it all together, write them down, give them out to the family.” Sarah grabbed her hand and squeezed. “You got to see such a big part of him that none of us had. Will you tell her a couple?”

“Oh.” She was not expecting that request. “Of course. Tonight?” Sarah nodded. “Yeah, for sure. What do you need until then?”

Charlie trimmed flower stems and organized cards and packed a couple of boxes before Sarah approached her with a manila envelope. “These need to be signed by Admiral Bates and Admiral Simpson. They’re for the funeral tomorrow.”

“When they sign them—”

“They’ll know what to do with them.” She kissed her on the cheek and smiled sadly again. “Meg should be here soon with her kids, so you can talk to her then.”

“Okay. Love you.”

Half an hour later, Charlie walked up the unfamiliar stairs to Admiral Simpson’s office. She looked at the secretary and smiled. “I have some papers for Admiral Simpson to sign. For the funeral—”

“Of course. Let me just tell him you’re here.” She pulled the phone to her ear and mumbled a few words into the receiver, then put it back down. “You can go on in.”

Admiral Simpson’s office was bigger than she was expecting. “Sir, I have some papers—”

“I know why you’re here, Paulsen. Take a seat.”

She sat, looking around in confusion.

“I’m very sorry for your loss, Lieutenant. Iceman was a great man, and a big inspiration for me.”

“Thank you, sir. He was for me, as well.”

“Seeing as the blow this has taken, I am relieving you of duty on this mission.”

Charlie balked. “I’m sorry — what?”

“We don’t want your emotional state affecting your ability to complete this mission, so you are being relieved of duty. Take time to grieve, Lieutenant.”

She stood, the chair being thrown back slightly. “All due respect, sir, the last thing I need is to be off the mission.”

“Well, your superiors don’t see it that way.”

“Did you ask them?”

“Captain Mitchell gave you the day off today, did he not?”

Charlie glared at the Admiral. “Maverick told me to take the day off to be with my family, with my grieving family. But that does not suggest that I am unable to continue to train and complete this mission.”

“You also had a near-death experience yesterday.”

“And I will happily step back when I feel it is necessary, and not a moment before.” She threw the envelope down onto his desk. “My uncle died yesterday, Admiral. Don’t mock his memory by misplacing his trust.”

She walked out before she was dismissed, but she didn’t really care.

Charlie made her way to the lounge, where the pilots not flying the simulation crowded around the radio. She stood in the doorway, not wanting to interrupt, but Bob made eye contact with her from his spot by the foosball table, and stood to join her.

“Hey, Parker.”

“Hey, Bob. Who’s up?”

“Rooster, Fanboy, and Payback.”

“That’s a good combo. Almost as good as you, me, and Phoenix.” Bob chuckled. “You doing okay? After yesterday?”

“Oh, yeah, totally. Are you?”

“I was shaky, but it was nothing three pudding cups couldn’t solve.”

“Jones gave you three?”

She shrugged, a grin on her face. “I was in distress, he felt bad. You could probably get an extra one out of him today if you milked it enough.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. How are you doing with the, uh, other thing?”

She turned to him, an eyebrow raised, and his eyes widened in realization.

“I, uh, put two and two together. Rooster said Maverick is your uncle, I assumed you knew Iceman, too.”

Charlie smirked ever-so-slightly. “You’re too smart for your own good, Floyd.” She nudged him with her elbow when he looked away, embarrassed. “I’m alright, Bob. Thanks for looking out.”

He smiled at her. “That’s what wingmen do, right?”

“Absolutely.” She pulled him into a side hug, but didn’t let go, just rested her head on his shoulder. “You’re one of the good ones, Floyd. Don’t let anyone tell you any different.”

They stayed like that until the radio went silent, signaling the next team to go up. “That’s my cue. See you around, Parker.”

“Good luck up there, Bob.” Charlie walked out of the lounge and made her way to the tarmac, but the person she went to look for found her first.

“Hey, you’re back.” Bradley still shined from his time in the jet. “You okay?”

“Yeah, uh, Sarah just had me drop off some paperwork that the Admirals needed to sign. I also may or may not have yelled at Cyclone, but we’re not going to worry about that right now.”

“I definitely want that story.”

“I’m going back, if you want to come. One of the aunts on the other side of the family is having people tell stories of Tom, and she’s recording them — gonna put them all together and write a book or something, I don’t know. But you can come and tell your stories — or don’t, whatever, I don’t wanna pressure you, or anything—”

“Lottie,” he interrupted, a smile on his face. “I’d love to come.”

She smiled at him, relieved. “Great.” Then she wrinkled her nose. “Please shower first.”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll meet you outside the barracks in thirty. I’ll drive.” He walked off, and Charlie continued out onto the tarmac.

The California sun beat down on her skin as she listened to the jets land and takeoff. She looked up at the Tower, expecting Uncle Tom to be looking out of the windows, and felt a strong pang in her chest.

He was never going to look out those windows again.

The sorrow crawled up Charlie’s neck and pressed against her temples. The pressure grew too much and tears slipped from her eyes.

But then the pressure relieved itself. And instead of suffocating her, it wrapped itself around her, keeping her as warm as the sun above. She looked back up at the Tower with fondness.

Ice would never look out those windows again. But Charlie will. She will because of him.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Bradley immediately went to the kitchen and started helping Sarah with dinner, while Charlie sat down on the living room couch, across from Meg and her phone.

“Hey, Meg.”

“How’s it going, Charlie?”

“Oh, you know, I’ve cried more in the last two days than I have in the last five years.”

Meg smiled sadly and nodded in agreement. “It’s definitely been a whirlwind. You ready to talk?”

She sucked in a breath and nodded.

“I was four years old when I told my parents I wanted to fly. They were less than thrilled by my decision, but Uncle Tom? Uncle Tom was over the moon. So, the next time I went over to Uncle Tom’s house, we hopped in his car and drove to North Island, where we watched Naval aviators land and take off in fighter jets. We sat up in the Tower for hours, where he told me all about the different jets and how to pilot one. Since then, every time I went to his house, we drove back out there and watched the planes.

“Eventually, I got old enough — and tall enough — that I could sit in the jet and see over the nose of it. And once I could do that, he smuggled me into the back of an F-18 and took me up. We never went very fast, or very far, but I was hooked.

“Ice—Tom, he… I’m not going to say he was a completely new person in that seat, because Uncle Tom was always the best version of himself whenever you saw him. But a part of him just glowed when he was flying. His laugh over the comms just sounded fuller, his voice brighter, his stories funnier. Tom got up in the sky and he became the truest version of himself. That’s how I remember him: Laughing, the sunset over the ocean, and me, a fourteen year old know-it-all who just learned that this job and this man were the coolest things I was ever going to witness.”

She wiped under her eyes and finished with the last words he said to her. “He told me, ‘You are one of the best damn pilots I have ever met. Go out there and show them what I already know.’”

Bradley gently touched her shoulder and smiled at her, letting her take a break and he’d tell a story or two.

Charlie leaned against the kitchen island with a glass in her hand, watching him tell Meg different stories about Tom, Sarah by her side. She didn’t know the exact story he was telling, but the smile on his face was enough.

“When did you guys finally get together?” Sarah asked her, which caused Charlie to choke on her water.

“I’m sorry, what? We’re not together.”

“Charlotte,” Sarah chided, “any other couple looks at each other like that, I ask them how long they’ve been married. You love him. He loves you. It’s not rocket science.”

“I—” Charlie looked back at Bradley, his smile wide, and her heart ached. Thinking back on it, Charlie couldn’t think of a time when she didn’t love him. She loved him in diapers, she loved him in grade school, she even loved him when they were halfway across the world from each other. “I’ve always loved him.”

She just didn’t realize she was also in love with him.

Sarah nodded in agreement. “And I think he’s always loved you.”

They left not long after that, Sarah not-so-subtly winking at Charlie as they walked out the door, the sky gone from a dusty pink to midnight black.

Bradley unlocked his Bronco and opened the door for her, then wrapped around to his own side. But he didn’t ask the question pressing on his mind until they were five minutes into the drive. “So, what did Sarah ask that had you choking on your water?”

Charlie rolled her eyes and considered not telling him the truth, but she glanced at his profile and shrugged her shoulders. “She asked when we became a couple.”

“What?”

“And then she said something along the lines of: ‘People that look at each other like that are married, Charlie, get it together.’”

“Sarah said that?”

“I’m paraphrasing here, Bradshaw,” she said with a laugh. “But, it did get me thinking: I don’t remember when I started loving you.”

He almost ran the car off the road. “Excuse me?”

“I know, I can’t remember when I started. I think it’s been forever — as long as I’ve been alive, I have loved Bradley Bradshaw, despite the ridiculous name his darling parents decided to give him.”

“Hey—”

“But then that got me thinking: when did I fall in love with you?”

Bradley slammed on the brakes. Hard. He pulled the car over to the side of the road, turned it off, and looked at her.

“And the thing is, I don’t remember that, either. I don’t remember falling in love with you, because I think it’s just a constant state of being, at this point.”

“Are you saying—”

“I’ve been in love with you, Bradley Bradshaw, for an indiscernible amount of time, and I’m a fucking idiot for not realizing it until now.”

His eyes were wide. “You’re in love with me.”

“Yeah.”

“For real?”

“It’s not something I’d joke about.”

“Thank god.” Bradley undid his seat belt, leaned across the center console, and pulled Charlie’s face to his.

Charlie had had better kisses. Less teeth, a little softer.

But no one she’d ever kissed had ever understood her so implicitly. She didn’t need a perfect kiss, because she had Bradley.

She pulled back first, breathing heavily, her hands on his wrists as he still cupped her face. “I’ve waited 35 years to do that.”

Charlie smiled and kissed him again; slower, softer, like they truly had all the time in the world instead of their 12AM curfew to be back on base. “Add this to the list of things I need to apologize for.”

“Why are you apologizing for kissing me?”

“I’m apologizing for waiting this long.”

He laughed and kissed her again. And again. And again. “I told you: no apologies necessary. Not to me. Not for anything.”

“I love you, Bradley Bradshaw.”

“I love you too, Charlotte Paulsen.”

She kissed him one last time, then pulled back fully so he could finish the drive back to base. But he kept his hand on her thigh the whole way home.

“I guess I should probably send Sarah a thank you note.”

“Sign it from both of us. Tell her I’m glad she got you to get your head out of your ass.” Charlie scoffed and hit him in the arm, and he exclaimed, “Ow! Don’t hurt the driver!”

She just smiled back and slipped her hand into his.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

The funeral passed in a blur. Charlie had Pete on one side, Bradley on the other, and cried through most of it.

But those tears were nothing compared to the moment Sarah slipped something cool and metal into Charlie’s hand.

Her tears ran freely as she slipped her uncle’s dog tags over her head.

As little as she remembered, the service was lovely, but the Navy never rests; Top Gun rests even less. Training resumed that afternoon with none other than Admiral Simpson.

“Captain Mitchell is no longer your instructor.” The pilots all looked at each other in confusion. “And as of today, there are new mission parameters.

“Time to target is now four minutes. You will be entering the valley level at reduced speed, not to exceed 420 knots.”

Bob raised his hand. “Sir? Won’t we be giving their planes time to intercept?”

“Well, Lieutenant, you have a fighting chance against enemy aircraft. What are the odds of surviving a head-on collision with a mountain?

“You will be attacking the target from a higher altitude, level with the north wall. A little harder to keep your laser on target, but you will avoid the hard G climb out.”

Fanboy leaned over to Payback and whispered, “We’ll be sitting ducks for enemy missiles.”

Simpson opened his mouth to counter, but a plane beeped on the screen marked ‘F-18 Solo.’

“Who the hell is that?”

“Maverick to Range Control. Entering Point Alpha. Confirm Green Range.”

Charlie’s lips spread into a smirk.

“Uh, Maverick, Range Control, uh, Green Range is confirmed, but we don’t see an event scheduled for you, Sir.”

“Well,” he snarked back, “I’m going anyway.”

Phoenix whispered, “Nice,” under her breath, and the rest of the class muttered their agreements.

“Setting time to target: two minutes, fifteen seconds.” The new time popped up green on the screen.

Payback sat up straighter in his seat. “Two fifteen, that’s impossible.”

“Maverick inbound.” The screen lit up, the clock started ticking, and Pete shot through the simulation.

They could only see the icon on the screen, but the image moved with ease, taking the corners quickly and efficiently. Charlie watched in awe as he weaved through the canyon.

He made the inverted dive with no trouble, and soon his voice rang out over the comms again, saying, “Dropping in three, two, one.” As soon as he dropped the bomb he shot into the sky, pulling exactly 10G’s getting through Coffin Corner.

The bomb hit directly on target, with 0.16 seconds to spare.

Charlie shot out of her seat, her fellow teammates following suit. “Holy shit! He actually did it.” She blindly grabbed Bradley’s hand and squeezed it, relief flooding her body. “This is possible, B. We can do this. We can come home from this.”

He kissed the back of her hand and squeezed back. “As long as I get to come home to you.”

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After running through the simulation the rest of the day, the aviators made it to The Hard Deck in high spirits. Penny passed out beers to them as they walked past the bar to the pool table, a wide smile on her face.

Charlie rushed ahead of Jake and grabbed a pool cue. “Dibs on Mickey.”

“Oh, hells yes.” He high-fived her and moved to her side of the pool table.

Bradley looked at her, offended, his mouth open. “Excuse me.”

“Mickey and I have a winning streak—”

“From six years ago—”

“—And last time I saw you play pool, you missed every shot—”

“I was twelve—”

“Every. Shot. Bradshaw.”

He shook his head and chuckled. “You’re insufferable.”

“You love me anyway. Join Hangman’s team, I could use a win.” He flipped her off as he took a seat beside Phoenix, and Charlie laughed. “Alright, Jake, who’s gonna be your wingman?”

He scoffed. “Who do you think? Javy!” Coyote appeared at his side, a smirk on his face. “Let’s crush ‘em.”

“Oh, it’s on, Bagman.” She turned to the bar and called out for the bartender. Penny turned and raised an eyebrow. “You got a coin?” She pulled out a quarter and handed it to her with a wink. “Nat, you toss.”

She caught the coin and cupped it in her palms. “What’re you calling?”

Jake called out, “Heads,” at the same time Charlie said, “Tails.”

“Guess that makes it easy.” Phoenix tossed the coin and caught it, then flipped it over onto Rooster’s extended arm. “Drumroll, please.” Payback, Bob, Omaha, and Fritz slapped their legs. “And the winner is…”

Nat uncovered the coin, and she and Bradley both looked down and grinned.

“Tails.”

Jake groaned, Charlie cheered, and Mickey moved to set the rack, a smile on his face.

Javy leaned on his cue and smirked. “Should we make this interesting?”

“Interesting how?”

“Each shot we switch off. So you don’t play the whole round.”

Charlie looked at Mickey, who smiled and shrugged. “We can kick their ass however we play.”

She turned back to them. “Deal. Mickey,” his ears perked up, “you break.”

“My pleasure.”

Switching off every shot added an extra element of hilarity to the game, if not an extra challenge, that made the game all the more fun.

Charlie and Mickey still kicked their asses.

She laughed and passed off the cue to Yale, then playfully shoved Jake as he pouted. “You put up a good fight, Seresin.” She handed him her empty bottle and smirked. “But you do still owe me a drink.”

He rolled his eyes and smiled. “For the next twelve years.”

“Damn straight.”

With a new bottle in hand, Charlie took her seat next to Bradley and smiled.

“Sorry I didn’t put you on my team.”

He just rolled his eyes and laughed. “I’ll get over it.” He took a quick sip of his drink. “You’re totally right, though, I’m shit at pool.” Charlie threw her head back and laughed. “And you and Fanboy make a good team. Honestly, I’m just glad I got to witness it.”

“I’ll teach you how to play one of these days.” She rested her head on his shoulder and he pulled her in close, an arm around her.

Phoenix, still sitting next to them, smirked. “Did you guys finally get together?”

Charlie groaned. “Not you too.”

She raised her hands in surrender. “I’m just saying, it’s about time.”

“You guys got together?” Penny leaned on the bar and looked at them hopefully. Charlie and Bradley both nodded bashfully, and the bartender stuck her hand in the air, gripped the rope, and rung the bell. Cheers sounded across the bar as Penny yelled, “Next round is on the house, we’re celebrating!”

Bradley leaned in close and whispered, “If I knew we would’ve gotten free drinks—”

“We should’ve done this a long time ago.”

“Do you think we’ll get free stuff anywhere else?”

“I’m sure Sarah would send us a fruit basket or something.”

“Or an edible arrangement? Those are so cool.”

“You’re such a dork.” Charlie leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, smiling the whole time. More cheers came from the mouths of the customers, and Bradley laughed, his mustache tickling her lips. The cheers were especially loud from those nearest them.

He pulled away and rolled his eyes at the other pilots raising their beers to them. “Fucking finally,” one of them called out.

Charlie just laughed and raised her beer back at them.

Part 5

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handathepandaff · 3 months

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Another chapter in the same month? Two chapters in the SAME YEAR? Who am I? Anyways, to celebrate the release of Meg and Evan's Youtooz I decided to post another update to Breath of Life!! Chapter 20 is here!! As always, thank y'all for all of your support along the way and all of your INSANELY kind responses recently<3 Y'all mean the world to me!!

#dead by daylight #breath of life #megmillan #fanfiction #dbd #bol #evan macmillan #meg thomas

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stevethehairington · 1 year

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☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon for eddie!

ty for sending this in!! this is a fun one!!

likes:

his favorite movie genre is horror, the gorier the better too (and he says he hates romance movies, BUT that's a lie and his guilty pleasure movies that you can pry from his cold dead hands (too soon? dfjksd jk jk he is ALWAYS alive and well in my mind <3) are when harry met sally and you've got mail (he's got a soft spot for meg ryan okay? she just GETS to him.) (also YES ik these movies come out way later but whO CARES HE'S ALIVE TO SEE THEM SO.)

his favorite food is lasagna, specifically the lasagna that wayne made for him the very first night eddie came to live with him. wayne isn't the best cook and he doesn't like to do it much, but if there's one thing he KNOWS in the kitchen it's how to make a damn good lasagna.

eddie also GREATLY enjoys breakfast for dinner, it is one of life's simple joys and he indulges in it whenever he can.

he also likes chaotic food combinations (e.g. syrup AND hot sauce on his scrambled eggs, bananas on his pizza, if he liked pickles (he doesn't) he'd be into pickles and peanut butter), also not a weird combination but he is definitely that bitch that dips his french fries in his ice cream/milkshakes.

he likes spicy food even though he cannot handle very much of it, but he refuses to let that stop him and he WILL suffer through it (and make it everyone's problem)

he likes tomatoes and steve hates tomatoes, so steve always asks for tomatoes on the side instead of no tomatoes completely so he can give them to eddie.

he loves to sleep in, the morning sun is a CURSE and waking him up before double digits on a weekend is something EVERYONE quickly learns NOT to do. the ONLY person that can get away with it (and even then, it's still rocky) is steve, and there are loooots of bribes involved.

eddie likes the color green most, but yellow is a close second (that only jumps to the top so quickly because of steve), and he also likes red a lot too. (he, of course, loves black too, but he IS a colorful bitch when he wants to be!! and he is full of surprises!)

halloween is his favorite holiday!! he loves to go all out and decorate and dress up and go through his queue of halloween movies and he enjoys handing out candy and seeing all of the cool costumes the kids are wearing too.

he loves metal music, obviously, but his music tastes vary greatly outside of metal too. contrary to popular belief he does genuinely like some of the kitschy bubblegum pop that steve likes to play, and he also has a soft spot for the more bluesy, folksy stuff that he grew up on. he ALSO is a not so secret dolly parton fan (thank you wayne, for that)

he likes it when people touch his hair, but only people he is comfortable with (i.e. steve, the girls, the party). he lets el and max braid his hair, likes it when robin scratches at his scalp when she can't keep her fingers still, and he always lets steve get his hands up in his mane — running his fingers through it when it's smooth, gently detangling after a show, curling his finger around a strand, tucking it behind his ear, gripping onto it and tugging when they're getting hot and heavy.

and, of course, his more obvious likes: metal music (duh), dnd (duh), lotr (duh), fantasy genre in general (duh).

dislikes:

waking up early (of course) lol. he'll do it if he absolutely has to but he WILL complain about it and he will NOT be a ray of sunshine.

he doesn't like organized sports of any kind — of the amateur or professional kind. phys ed fucking SUCKED and he refused to participate, and there is no WAY he would take any of that shit up by choice either. he does NOT follow or watch any professional teams either, and the superbowl/world series/nba championships/WHATEVER are his least favorite times of the year lol. THOUGH, he does end up making an exception to all of this for steve, because as much as he hates sports, he loves steve, and steve loves sports. so whenever steve wants to hit the court, eddie will go with him and he's absolutely shit at basketball, but it's actually not so bad when he's doing it with steve, or with the kids too. and same with watching sports, he doesn't understand the rules or really care too, but he loves how enthusiastic steve gets about it, and he'll jump up and cheer with steve when his team scores a touchdown or whatever (especially because steve's team winning means eddie's gets looots of excited, happy celebratory kisses lol)

in a similar vein, eddie hates running. he does NOT understand people who choose to do it for fun, he thinks they're masochists (and not the fun kind) and also have something wired wrong in their brains to make them actually enjoy that kind of physical activity. it's just so boring. BUT. he is whipped enough that every time steve (who IS one of those weirdos that enjoys running — and seriously, eddie haaad to go and fall in love with a jock what is wrong with him??) wakes him up with the sun, somehow already so awake and far too peppy for this hour, and asks him sooo sweetly to join him on his morning jog, eddie just does not know how to say no, no matter how much he wants to.

eddie also does not like houseplants. not because he dislikes plants, but because he is SHIT at taking care of plants. like, no matter what he does, no matter how hard he tries, every single plant he has ever owned has died on him. he's even managed to kill a succulent. so yeah, he has the opposite of a green thumb and he and houseplants just Do Not mesh, so he Does Not like them.

he dislikes pickles GREATLY. thinks they're fucking disgusting (and he's RIGHT). he also hates raisins because "why the FUCK would i eat a raisin if i could eat a grape?? why would someone suck the juice out of a grape and leave the skin?? that's nasty! no one likes that!!"

he also haaaates it when people try to gatekeep music. he thinks people should be allowed to listen to and enjoy whatever music they want, and they can be as big or as little of a fan as they want too. people don't need to dedicate their whole entire lives to the metal scene in order to like black sabbath or metallica or judas priest. if someone likes a couple of their songs that's fucking cool and that's it. if it's something they're passionate about then that's fucking rad or if it's something they aren't ridiculously into but can appreciate that's cool too. it doesn't make anyone more or less of a fan. he also hates it when people criticize other people's music tastes. like, there's nothing wrong with some gentle ribbing about someone's music taste, but the second it turns from lighthearted teasing to GENUINELY trashing someone for the music they listen to he gets reeeeeal mad about that. because who the fuck cares what kind of music a person listens to and loves?? the fact that they found something they're passionate about is all that matters. and there's no need to be dicks about that.

eventually (not for a while, but it Does happen later in life), he too has to get glasses and he Does Not like them, but every time he starts to complain about them and call them stupid and ugly steve tells him he's not allowed to like them on him and hate them on himself, especially since they drive steve just as crazy as steve's glasses drive eddie. that helps, that definitely helps.

Headcanon meme

#asks #munsonsblacknailpolish #eddie munson #stranger things #i had so much fun writing this up omg #i love thinking about eddie <3

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ash-and-books · 10 months

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Rating: 3/5

Book Blurb: A witchy rom-com from New York Times bestseller Meg Cabot about a plus size witch who must team up with a handsome stranger to help protect her village from an otherworldly force—but will she be able to protect her heart?

It’s Magic When You Meet Your Match In her teenage years, lovelorn Jessica Gold cast a spell that went disastrously wrong, and brought her all the wrong kind of attention—as well as a lifetime ban from the World Council of Witches.So no one is more surprised than Jess when, fifteen years later, tall, handsome WCW member Derrick Winters shows up in her quaint little village of West Harbor and claims that Jess is the Chosen One.She’s the Chosen OneNot chosen by West Harbor’s snobby elite to style them for the town’s tricentennial ball—though Jess owns the chicest clothing boutique in town. And not chosen finally to be on the WCW, either—not that Jess would have said yes, anyway, since she’s done with any organization that tries to dictate what makes a “true” witch.No, Jess has been chosen to help save West Harbor itself . . .As Summer Ends, Her Power Grows But just when Jess is beginning to think that she and Derrick might have a certain magic of their own—and not of the supernatural variety—Jess learns he may not be who she thought he was. And suddenly Jess finds herself having to make another kind of choice: trust Derrick and work with him to combat the sinister force battling to bring down West Harbor, or use her gift as she always has: to keep herself, and her heart, safe.Can she work her magic in time?

Review:

Jessica Gold is a witch who might have accidentally cast a really bad love spell in her teenage years and ever since has been banned from the World Council fo Witches yet 15 years later a handsome stranger from the WCW shows up and tells her that she is the Chosen One and that she has to help save the city... except someone is trying to kill her. Jess is a witch, she accidentally cast a spell that had a fairly bad turn out... and made her a lifelong enemy in another witch in town. Now, Jess is just trying to run her clothing store and stay out of everyone’s way... until a handsome stranger shows up saying he needs her help in saving the town. Yet the more time Jess spends with Derrick the more she falls for him... but the real question is, can she trust him? Why is someone after her? This was an okay witchy rom com, it just felt like it was missing something. Overall if you enjoy witch romances definitely give this a go.

*Thanks Netgalley and Avon and Harper Voyager, Avon for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

#book review #bookish #enchanted to meet you

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For Your Lives - Chapter 1

So it begins!

I've been working on this story since November, I believe?

The writer's course I've been taking this past semester is what finally booted me into the actual chapter-by-chapter writing process, and for that I'm incredibly grateful! Finally I've got chapter 1 complete and ready to share with everyone! Chapter 2 is being drafted, and Chapter 3 is a little further along than even that. I can't promise I'll have a consistent schedule but considering how the assignment due date is in a couple days, I imagine the next two will be out incredibly soon, lol.

In any case, here it is! The AU that's been rotting my brain for the past six months! Here's hoping I did my favourite psychopath justice XD

AO3 link, if that's preferred:

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"Sparklings!"

Megatron freezes.

"There are kids here, Megs. Two of 'em. I can't leave them here."

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When Whirl is dropped into yet another life-or-death situation (he seems to keep finding those), he doesn’t really care all that much. In fact, it's even a little amusing. Besides, he'll get out. He always does. And if he doesn’t? Oh well. He’ll go out guns blazing, but… he’s had a good enough run.

Then two bundles of energy barrel their way into his life, and he finds himself caring a lot more than he probably should.

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Whirl wakes up in a transport. At least, he thinks so.

He tries to look around but it’s too dark to see anything, even with the dim light from his optic.

The space feels small though – not quite small enough that his limbs feel awkwardly arranged, but not exactly big enough for him to stretch either.

He takes a second to think - because yes he may be Whirl, but he can be smart when he wants to be, thank you!

His memory's all fuzzy but he sorta remembers the Lost Light setting down on some populated planet he hadn't paid attention to the name of. He had gotten bored and run off to scare the locals stretch his legs in the primitive city.

The memories after that are even more blurry but he clearly remembers some glitch-head grabbing him from behind and zapping him.

Tch. Fragger. Who did they think they were, grabbing him like that?

At least the memory files confirm where he is.

He tries once again to look around him, switching to infrared this time, but he can't see any details. The box he's in must be lined with something protective. He can't hear anything going on outside, either, which is weird because he can feel the vibration from the transport's engine. He should be able to hear it.

Hm. A transport that blocks sound and thermal imaging?

Whoever nabbed him, they certainly came prepared.

Which probably means the metal around him is too tough to bust his way out of. Shame. He’d reaaaaallly like to try.

But whoever’s outside probably still thinks he’s in stasis. A mech who hasn’t had experience being zapped with an energon prod a hundred times by now certainly would be.

Great. Now there's a strategic decision to make. He hates strategic decisions!

Option 1: Sit tight and wait till the transport stops moving, then bust out when his captors try to open the box he's in. Maximum shock factor, sounds like fun. Except that he has to wait and utilize his rusty impulse control.

Option 2: Bust his way out now – which he’d love - before he gets to whatever secondary location these glitches want him at (he's heard that's a bad thing. Something about survival chances dropping), and risk doing nothing more than being loud and alerting his captors that he's awake. Because as much as he can't hear anything going on outside the box, he's pretty slagging certain anyone outside would notice him trying to break out.

It's annoyingly obvious which option is the better one.

Gah, but Option 2 could be so much more fun!

... Eh. He's done stealth missions before, this should be no biggie.

He shifts himself as much as he can within the cramped space. There's no telling which side of the box is going to be opened when the transport stops moving, so he tries to prepare for any possible angle.

Cool. Now that's settled. Or rather, he is.

All that's left is to wait.

If Whirl had a mouth, he’d have such a huge smirk right now… these fraggers’ll have no idea what hit ‘em.

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Bored.

Bored bored bored bored bored bored bored.

Whirl is. So done with waiting.

He didn't look at his chronometer earlier so he has no idea how long it's been, but it feels like hours.

Aside from the inaudible rumbling of the transport's engine, the occasional bump in the road underneath him, and the sound of his own venting, he's been in near-complete sensory deprivation for the past who-knows-how-long.

He feels jittery.

He is this close to saying 'frag it' and busting out of the transport with his claws.

...

…

Frag it, he's busting out of the transport with his claws.

He feels around the box for a moment - just a moment - then in the split second before he lashes out at the wall, the transport beneath him jolts to an apparent stop.

Whirl doesn't consider himself a dignified mech. But if anyone ever asks about this moment in the future, he will not admit to the squawk that leaves his vocalizer when he’s thrown against one of the box’s walls.

It seems there’s a surge of commotion outside because his box feels like it’s being put in a blender set to ‘scramble’. There isn’t much for flailing-room but somehow his limbs manage to pretzel themselves more.

Then there's a thud, and the side of the box he's leaning against falls open.

He spills out onto the ground with an oof. He scrambles to his feet instinctually, but it takes him a second to find his balance and get his bearings. When he finally looks around, he's met with a dozen gun barrels aimed straight at him.

"Arrival #14-M, you are ordered to raise your hands and surrender," says the armed alien directly in front of him.

Whirl blinks. “...The frag?”

He ignores the guns for a second - he's had countless pointed at him before, they're not exactly scary - and glances around. He's standing in some kind of warehouse (underground, if the concrete walls and lack of windows mean anything), beside the transport he must've been shipped in on, with his shipping-crate-box only a few metres away, and surrounded by a group of heavily-armoured aliens that are roughly his size.

Whirl gives a mental shrug. Eh, he's been in far weirder situations before.

The organic being in front of him impatiently steps forward in an attempt to be intimidating. "Arrival #14-M, raise your hands and surrender or we will take you by force."

Whirl laughs. If he had eyebrows, he would raise one of them. “First of all, buddy, I don’t have hands. Second…” He narrows his optic in the approximation of a smirk. “I don’t surrender.”

With a yell he launches himself at the organic, digging his claws into their chest armour and throwing them at another being who had been rushing forward.

Gunfire peppers his plating as he tears his way out of the ring the guards had formed and darts across the room to put some space between himself and them.

Now that he has the elbow room he didn’t have in the box, Whirl checks his subspace for the guns he usually keeps there. Scrap, empty. His captors must've found a way to confiscate his belongings while he was unconscious.

Ah well. Hand-to-claw combat it is!

Unfortunately his opponents have a different idea. One of them fires a kind of bola out of a fancy-looking gun. Whirl manages to dance out of the way, but the second shot - from someone positioned on the sidelines - manages to hit. It tangles around his spindly legs and sends him crashing to the ground.

The beings waste no time swarming him, pinning him down as they wrestle his arms behind his back. His wrist shape isn't exactly handcuff-friendly, but they seem to find a way to manage because suddenly his arms aren't going anywhere.

"Hey, frag off!" he snarls, struggling under their shared grip. Once they're done, one of the organics grabs him by the shoulder pauldron and roughly yanks him to his feet. He stumbles a little but manages to rid his ankles of the now-loose bola with a kick. He wrenches out of the being's grip and backs away, his optic narrow.

"What the frag do you think you're doing? Is this some kinda arrest? I swear I didn't do anything wrong this time! I didn't even start any fights!"

"Quiet," one of the beings orders, and two others step forward to grip his upper arms. He thrashes as they start moving and try to drag him along with them.

"Oh, I don't think so! You ain't takin' me anywhere!" Whirl raises his voice, indignant. But they manage to haul him across the warehouse and through one of the many garage-style doors into a smaller room.

The room is wide and very tall, but only a fraction of the main warehouse's size. There's another garage-style door against the far wall to the right, and yet another on the left wall. Crates are stacked in the corners of the room, along with structures that look suspiciously like cages.

But what truly catches his attention are the other handcuffed aliens - big and small, organics, mechanoids, and everything in-between - that huddle in the center of the room. He's shoved forward to join them, and he almost trips in his effort not to squash some of the smaller organic prisoners.

"Oi, watch it!" Whirl growls at the guard (because that's definitely what these guys are, whatever their overall intent). The guard just turns and takes up a position by the door.

As a few more prisoners are brought in, Whirl takes stock of the odds. There are at least two dozen armed guards in the room now, double the number that he just fought. That's only a few more guards than there are prisoners. But seeing as all of said prisoners are handcuffed and most seem considerably frightened, they don't stand much of a chance.

Well scrap.

Guess he's stuck playing the waiting game... again.

It seems the guards have the same idea, because it's a long time before anything else happens.

Whirl tries to make conversation.

“Hey, stupid!”

The guard he’s directing the comment at ignores him.

“Any of you lot gonna explain what’s going on here, or are we supposed to sit here with our claws up our afterburners?”

All the guards are unresponsive.

Whirl rolls his optic. “Not ones for talking, got it.”

He plops on the ground, arranging himself into something somewhat cross-legged (being careful not to crush one of the smaller prisoners of course) and shrugs. “Eh, fine by me. Leaves more room for me to ramble. I tend to prefer action over words, but hey! Rambling’s saved my aft before. Once there was some dude who made me spill my life story, just so he’d spare some scrawny little therapist. ‘Course, that didn’t really do much since the lil guy got his head blown open anyway-”

“Enough!” One of the guards finally seems to break, barely able to keep the groan out of his voice.

Whirl gives a slag-eating grin. “Aw, am I talkin’ too much? Should’ve thought of that sooner. You sure you’re not gonna explain what we’re waiting for, here?”

Nothing. The guards seem to be trying the silent treatment, again. Ha. Like that’ll do anything.

Naturally, Whirl responds to their silence by talking more.

Unfortunately it doesn't last, since he runs out of things to say and ask (he’s not nearly as good at this as Swerve is), but he feels accomplished when he sees the exasperated expressions on the guards' faces.

Eventually, one of the guards steps away from the wall he was leaning on. He approaches the group and aims his weapon at them. "Line up. Backs against the wall." he says curtly, and gestures towards the back wall of the room.

The group shuffles in place, hesitant, but eventually they comply. Whirl grumbles as he follows them. He hates this, but he's been a prisoner before. He knows how this stuff works. Best thing to do for now is play along until he can finally figure out what these guys' deal is.

The guards take up their positions again, and through the door that's now on Whirl's right comes a tall organic alien. He's at least a mechanometre taller than Whirl, and equally thin. Whirl doesn't exactly know much about the whole galaxy-wide 'clothing' thing, but the robe that hangs off this being's slightly hunched form does not look cheap. The stiff posture and down-his-nose look he's giving the prisoners certainly helps sell the 'Wealthy Ventwipe’ impression.

He is accompanied by a mechanoid assistant that's only half his height and carrying a datapad. The pair begins going down the line of prisoners. They speak casually as they seem to inspect each being, talking about weight, strength, species, and giving each one some kind of rating. Whirl shifts. He's not sure he wants to know what they're rating them on.

When the pair stops in front of Whirl, the tall male's four eyes widen. He turns to his assistant. "This one is a Cybertronian, is it not?"

Whirl narrows his optic. "It has a name."

The tall male seems amused. The mechanoid chitters something in a language Whirl doesn't understand, and the male's eyes glint dangerously. "Is that so?" He looks Whirl up and down. "I'll take this one too."

The two attempt to move on to the next person in line, but Whirl jerks forward aggressively. "Take? The frag are you talking about, 'take'?"

The lanky male looks back at him with a raised eyeridge. "Mouthy," he observes.

"Yeah," Whirl growls, "I'm told I get snarky when stuck-up glitches start talking about me like an object."

The male's expression hardens, and his lip curls. One of the guards moves forward, but halts when the male raises his hand. "He is new." He levels a narrow gaze at Whirl. "He will learn."

Whirl snorts. "Like the pit, I will." He steps forward and brings his face close to the male's. "You better explain exactly what's going on. Or even better, let me go! I promise I might not even kill anyone on the way out."

The tall male doesn't flinch. Instead he tilts his head to address the guards, without breaking eye contact with the mech in front of him. "Have this one put in holding while we wrap this up. I'd rather inspect the rest of the stock without pointless banter and useless threats following after me."

"Stock?"

Two guards approach - derailing the incredulous thought - and Whirl crouches a little, defensively. He flexes his claws behind his back. It'd be reaaaally nice to have use of his arms, right about now.

Still, he resists as much as he can when the guards attempt to yank him away from the wall. It's a fruitless effort, on his part, because they manage to nab him eventually - but it makes him feel a little better. That's always a plus.

They mech-handle him through the door that the alien and his assistant had come through. The ceiling of the wide hallway is much lower, and the space is slightly better-lit. Doors line each wall. Big ones, like the doors of a human garage, except more heavy duty. One of the guards punches something into a keypad beside one of the closest doors, and it retracts into the ceiling.

"In," one of the guards orders him.

Whirl twists in their grip. "Yeah no, I'm good thanks." He'd rather not go into another cell. He's been in plenty of those in his millions of years and he's pretty sure he's had more than his fair share. "How about we try something else? I know a game! It's called 'Let's Let Whirl Go’. To win, you guys let me go, and I-"

"Quiet." The guards shove him harshly, and he could swear something catches his foot because he stumbles and lands flat on his face - or rather, his chin, ‘cause… well.

He hurries to get back on his feet and turns around with a scowl, but the door has already closed.

Great.

"Tripping me? Really?" He asks the closed door with a narrow optic. "That was stupid, childish... and incredibly effective. I should remember to try that sometime."

He glances around the room. It's small, but definitely not enough to be cramped. The ceiling, like all the other rooms, seems to be made of a large sheet of dark metal. The concrete floor and walls are two different shades of grey.

The walls are gouged and cracked in places, probably from whoever or whatever was in this cell before him. Hm. He tilts his head a little. "Wonder if I can break through that..."

He gives the back wall an appraising look, before winding up and lashing out with his foot.

The resulting noise is relatively loud and dust rains from the corner where the wall meets the ceiling, but his foot has left hardly more than a dent.

Well. That was underwhelming. Whoever built this room clearly intended it for someone a lot stronger than him.

He throws a few more kicks at the walls, especially the places that are visibly weaker, but the damage is all pretty minimal. Guess he's not getting out of here that easily - which is probably just as well, considering he's pretty certain he's underground anyway.

Cool.

... Now what?

#transformers #maccadam #idw #mtmte #whirl #for your lives #brokenbean writes #my fanfic #fanfic #tw kidnapping #if i need to add more tw tags please let me know

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