#Dead Stellar Engine

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Finished some concept art doodles of Optimus for that #Return_0 x TF AU I've been cooking as an art challenge for tonight's stream-- TL;DR the matrix brought him back from the dead after Cybertron war ended to save Megatron from the bigger bad in my OC universe!

(Optimus turns into a train/stellar engine in this AU 🚄☄️)

I also got down even more lore down during stream too (Thank u badgersnaps for bouncing ideas and helping me write the Prime related stuff; summary below!

-Optimus was executed by Megatron at the end of the war- but in this AU the Prime Matrix is reviving him; powered by the main seal engraved in its core.

-As the strongest of the Seals, the Seal is of the planet Cybertron itself, is "Cybertron is Threatened by an Outside Force ''. And with Megatron being controlled by PROVIDENCE, this seal is activated. It's by far the strongest seal, but only just strong enough to force Optimus alive again. So, he needs to fulfill the other seals to be able to act and move properly. (effectively keeping him in perma-overclock)

-The reason why the Cybertron Seal wasn't active during the Decepticon war was because the Decepticons were born of Cybertron. They aren't an Outside threat. PROVIDENCE however , is.

-OP's main objective is to prevent PV from using its its control over Megatron to unlock the coordinates to their home planet for assimilation...

[gravedwe11er]

Mecha AU Deadlock angst? Mecha AU Deadlock angst!

Or, I saw a post mentioning that someone is gonna have to explain human lifespans to the bots, and my brain ran with it. Based on the @keferon mecha AU.

CW: Discussions of death and mortality

Human and cybertronian lifespans are such wildly disparate things. Deadlock struggles with this newfound knowledge.

Forty local stellar cycles. Maybe fifty, if he’s one of the lucky ones.

Now, even before his crash-landing on this planet, Deadlock knew enough about organics to be aware they’re generally not as long-lived as mechanical species. Comes with being so breakable all over, if he had to guess, but-

That’s barely half a fragging vorn.

Even if he gets lucky, even if, for once, Deadlock doesn’t fail at keeping the people he cares about safe, the little organic medic is going to be dead in half a vorn. ‘That’s just how things are, for humans,’ Swerve said. ‘I’m sorry,’ Swerve said.

Slag, and what about Roddy? Deadlock’s pretty sure the pilot is younger than Ratchet, but still- that gives him, how long, a vorn? Less? Even the very thought of it just feels so damn wrong. The little guy’s so bright, how could anyone with an EM field like a fucking Prime have the lifespan of--

Deadlock desperately wants to shoot something.

Instead, he drives towards Ratchet’s workshop, transforming the moment he’s out of sight and heading straight for the doc once he finds him in the garage. It’s yet another testament to the man’s caring nature that he lets himself get picked up with only token grumbling, throwing a concerned look Deadlock’s way but not pushing the matter.

The human medic has always been scarily good at reading him. In moments like these, Deadlock can’t help but be overwhelmingly grateful for it.

Hugging the man to the side of his helm, he soon feels a small, calloused hand running gently down one finial. Deadlock wants to scream. The injustice of it all making his processor spin, his spark thrumming with pain and fear and overwhelming grief. How can he bear to lose all this so soon? He’s only just found him, the first glimpse of something like peace in eons, and he can’t deal with the thought of him gone, he can’t-

Ratchet grunts in his servos, knocking loudly on one of Deadlock’s fingers, and with a jolt he realizes just how tight he’s been holding the man. Immediately, he loosens his grip, gently petting down the doc’s back in silent apology. After a moment, a warm ser- hand pats his cheek.

“Feel like telling me what’s eating you, kid?” Ratchet asks, before lightly pushing against Deadlock’s face.

Responding to the wordless request, Deadlock pulls his cupped hands away from his helm, just enough so he can look into the human medic’s opti- eyes. He scrambles for a way to express his racing thoughts, vocalizer hissing with static, before abruptly spitting out, “Are you dying?”

To his surprise, the man bursts out laughing. “Shit, where’d you get that idea?” he chuckles, shaking his head. “Now, as much as I’m sure a bunch of my previous employers would love to dance on my grave, let me assure you that I’m perfectly fi-“

“But you’re not!” Deadlock almost shouts, engine growling. “He said- decay of organic components, and human lifespans are-“ his voice gets stuck in his throat, vocalizer jamming, and he offlines his optics for a moment. Tries to get his slag together, at least a little.

When he turns them on again, all the mirth has left his human’s face. The medic’s eyes are serious, a sad sort of expression on his face, and Deadlock wants to curl himself around the man and never let go.

“Right,” sighs Ratchet, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I was sort of hoping you knew about that already.”

The last flutter of hope he was harboring vanishes. “So he was right? You only live for- eighty, ninety of your years?”

“Afraid so, kid,” says the man, suddenly looking so fragile in Deadlock’s palms. “Look, I know it’s not a lot to your kind, but-“

“And there’s nothing to be done? Can’t you- figure something out?”

He’s reaching and he knows it, but the human looks so- accepting of it. Like it’s a perfectly normal thing, to barely get to live at all before your body breaks down and dies, just like that!

Ratchet shakes his head with a wry smile. “Not how that works. People have been trying, sure, but nobody ever really got anywhere. And even if we did manage to drastically expand our lifespans somehow, the psychological effects it would have… we’re just not made for that, Deadlock,” he says, patting Deadlock on the nearest finger; a ghost of a touch, but still comforting. “I, hah, appreciate your faith in me kid, but not even I can do miracles.”

“I just don’t- how the fuck can you be so alright with that?” Deadlock asks, feeling utterly miserable.

The man snorts. “What else is there to do? It’s not like worrying about it would fix anything, and I’m not going to waste my life thinking about my death.” Then the human’s gaze softens, and he stands up to be more optic-level with Deadlock. “Listen to me. I know this is a hard pill to swallow, but there’s nothing you, or anybody else, can change about it. The only thing you can do,” he says gently, reaching a hand towards Deadlock’s cheek, “is make the most of it.”

Deadlock exvents, suddenly feeling deeply tired. “Right. Right, I guess I just- gotta make it count, then,” he mutters, carefully leaning into the contact and the comfort it brings.

Ratchet smiles at him. “That’s the spirit. Have fun with Roddy- safe fun,” he quickly adds. “Take him on drives, or, hell, feel free to bum around my workshop as usual, if that’s what you want. You know I don’t mind the company, provided you behave yourself,” says the doc, his words punctuated by a mock-threatening look. “Just… try enjoy the time you have with us, okay?”

“Mkay,” he answers, voice still choked with static, before pulling the little medic to his chestplates. This close to his spark, he can read the human’s odd, tiny EM field with perfect clarity – concern, quiet affection and a deep kind of care rolls off of him in waves. Sometimes, Deadlock wishes he could tangle their fields together properly, synchronizing their frequencies in an embrace only possible for his kind, but- this is good too. More than good, really – it’s something unique to the two of them, and that makes it perfect as far as he’s concerned.

“Now, I’d really like to know which tactless bastard just dropped all this on you,” jokes Ratchet, the vibrations of the man’s voice tickling pleasantly against his plating, “so I can go brain them with a wrench for it.”

Despite himself, Deadlock snorts. “I think Swerve might be a little outside your size class, doc.”

“Oh, don’t you underestimate me, kid!” the medic grumbles, but he’s laughing too, and the return to the usual banter eases some of the weight on Deadlock’s spark.

Forty stellar cycles, maybe fifty.

He’ll make those years count.

He’ll make them be enough.

(Maybe, if he repeats it a few hundred times more, he’ll make himself believe it, too.)

[chrrybbye]

Yandere Batfam x Meta! Neglected! Reader

02 | 🌸 and I miss you like a little kid.

CW: mentions of a house fire, non-descriptjve death, child abuse(?), rough handling of a child, implied starvation, less than stellar child care, manipulative behavior

“The magic in your blood runs even deeper than mine. How can that be?”

Your mother would demand⸺though, you weren’t sure what exactly she meant⸺her nails digging into your arms where she was holding you. No matter how you wriggled, it was impossible to escape from her iron-cold hands.

You were crying. Big, fat ugly tears rolled down your cheeks. You were scared. You wanted the mommy who would brush through your curls and help you tie the back of your dress. Not the one that would spew venom at you and pierce your skin with her sharp, red nails.

Your mother softened at your crying. “Come now, child. Eat the soup Mama made for you.” And then she’d push a chipped bowl filled with a nauseating concoction into your hands.

You stifled a gag. But compared to the many nights where your stomach had forgotten how to growl, like a declawed lion, where you would lay down face-up as your stomach ate itself⸺wasn’t this an improvement? You could trust your mother⸺you loved your mother.

The moment you took a sip, it was like a thousand spiders had crawled into your brain. It felt like your skull was cracked open, a fizzing burn in your mouth.

The pain was red, hot and searing.

Singing.

Someone was singing⸺it was such a lovely tune, a beautiful melody carried by such a beautiful voice.

You cracked an eye open. Mommy, of course. She was singing to the plant she kept in your room⸺a Venus fly trap. You knew better than to question where she put her plants, so you hadn’t protested its presence in your room. Yet, you were well aware of the absolutely disturbing sensation you got whenever you turned your back to the plant, and how you woke up in a sweat whenever the plant was too close to your bedside. You never liked it. “You’re awake, love,” her radiant smile beamed down at you. “Come sing to our little venus.”

You stared at the Venus fly trap, which was drooping a little in her hands.

“Do I have to sing?” You asked, watching your mother for signs of displeasure. You never knew what might make her cross with you.

“But you have such a beautiful voice, my nightingale,” Mama caressed your cheek. Lovingly. “A nightingale that can’t sing is useless, isn’t it?”

You may not have been as knowledgeable on birds as you were flowers, but this question was easy to answer. Of course it was.

“Can’t I play the little piano? Or the harmonica?”

“Sing,” your mother ordered, eyes hardening.

You nodded and quickly mimicked her tune. You had heard it enough, thank God, so that you didn’t disappoint her. The lyrics came easy to you. It was one thing to feel her disappointed stare on you, as she crossed her arms and sighed. It was another when she’d grab you by the arm and open her mouth⸺then, it was always much much worse.

“My love, you have a true gift for many things,” Mama said, holding the Venus fly trap that was now alert and sparkling with life as you finished the song. “But singing is by far your most valuable asset.”

You nodded.

“Do you know what sirens are, my child?”

You shook your head.

“They’re mythical creatures who use their singing to lure in their prey,” she explained. “Their appearances are horrid, but sailormen are hypnotized by their voices. Come my child⸺let me do your hair.”

She took a comb to your hair and began to detangle it lovingly, all while telling you about the origin of sirens.

Your mother was the only one to die in the fire.

You learn that on a sunny afternoon. The sky is that perfect shade of baby blue. Birds are hopping from branches, singing from their perches. The sound of motorcycles roaring and car engines buzzing is missing, not because your mother is dead, but because you’ve moved into a mansion isolated from the city. Bruce⸺or your dad, as you’ve been told to call him⸺stares at you as if you’re something fragile, something that will be broken if handled too roughly. It makes your skin itch⸺he’s looking at you with pity. He doesn’t get to look at you with pity. Not when he left you and your mother and he’s the reason she died⸺

(“Master Bruce as well as the other masters have a very important duty,” Alfred explains, coming to collect the cookies and lemonade. “Do you know who Batman is?”

You stare at Alfred with disbelief.)

Isn’t he supposed to be Batman? Is a measly house fire too much for the heroic vigilante who protects Gotham’s citizens? Your mother was a citizen too. And yet, she died, the only one to die in the entire complex.

What if you had died? Would he have sat before your mother, staring at her with pity?

You’re stewing in your own disgust when Bruce slides a mechanic box with a lense over. Your stomach drops when you see the familiar stickers on it.

Your mother’s digital camera.

“It was one of the only salvageable items, after the fire,” Bruce explains. “You may toss it if you don’t wish to keep it. But it seemed good enough quality.”

Your mother loved this camera. She preferred capturing the world in her own colors through painting, but that didn’t mean she didn’t love the world as is. She would always tell you about the beauty of simplicity.

You try to leave the room, wanting to return to your own room after that, but Bruce keeps you for some odd reason. It all goes in one ear and out the other, but you catch a few names⸺Dick, Jason, Barbara, Cassandra⸺and then, after an excruciating ten minutes, you’re running out the door. It’s only pure coincidence that while you’re running out, someone is running in, and you happen to collide with one another. You meet Jason Todd.

And as it clicked, you realized⸺oh, those people must be my siblings.

A/N: sorry about the constantly changing graphic design, lol....if anyone would like to be added to the taglist, just ask<3

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[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

I'm asking so many questions but finals are coming up and I'm terrified- can I get a rundown on who Omega is???

Who is Omega?

Welcome to the very sad story of Omega. Okay, he's tried to destroy the Universe a few times, but we at GIL are big fans of the deeply misunderstood Omega.

👶 From Peylix to Problematic Hero

Peylix was a Shobogan, born on ancient Gallifrey—still dominated by mysticism, prophecy, and a matriarchal theocracy ruled by soothsayer-queens known as the Pythias. He spent his early life attending school on time, sharpening pencils, and learning absolutely everything he could about stellar engineering and quantum theory. He was especially interested in time travel.

At one point in his school days, he wrote an enthusiastic paper on time travel theory based on Genefrenian models. For this paper, he earned the lowest academic mark in Gallifreyan history: Omega. He kept the name.

As Omega grew, he befriended Rassilon and became part of the Neo-Technologist movement—those who sought to depose the Pythia and replace her priesthood with science and rationality. Arguably, Omega was never particularly interested in politics. But Rassilon and the Neo-Technologists' rise offered him one thing: more space to do his science.

While Omega was busy in the labs doing science and being oblivious to brewing civil war, on a dark night in the Capitol, the Neo-Technologists stormed the Temple and violently overthrew the Pythian regime. Blood ran in the streets. The Pythia cursed Gallifrey with sterility and hurled herself into a prophetic abyss.

Omega was, notably, the only person who looked at the aftermath and said, 'Hmm. I don't think I like how violent this is.'

Still, the revolution had happened. With Rassilon and a third figure known only as the Other, Omega formed the new ruling Triumvirate. But make no mistake—he didn't want power. He just wanted to finish his equations.

🖐️ The Hand of Omega

While Rassilon was busy farting around with politics and naming things after himself, Omega was designing the Hand of Omega—a stellar manipulator capable of collapsing stars into controlled singularities. This was Gallifrey's golden ticket: the power source needed to make time travel a reality.

But during a test of the Hand, something went catastrophically wrong (whether by accident or subterfuge). The star collapsed into a black hole, and Omega vanished, presumed dead.

🕳️ The Anti-Matter Exile

Shocker! Omega wasn't dead. He had fallen into a universe of pure antimatter. There, he made two chilling discoveries:

His physical body no longer existed.

No one was coming to help.

Trapped in a realm of unreality, with no mass, no matter, and no tea, Omega's consciousness endured. But so did his bitterness. Over time, isolation twisted into rage. Gallifrey had abandoned him, stolen his legacy, and left him to decay.

And, well... be fair. That is what happened.

⚔️ Showdowns with the Doctor

📍 First Contact (…Sort Of)

Millennia later, Omega attempted to break back into the real universe, draining Time Lord energy to fuel his return. The Time Lords responded with their best emergency measure: summoning three incarnations of the Doctor and giving them the vague instruction 'please fix this'.

The Doctors discovered Omega's body no longer existed. The Doctor (specifically, the Second) accidentally left behind a recorder—a physical object—which destabilised Omega's anti-matter realm and collapsed it around him.

He was not amused, but he did survive.

📍 Return Visit

Still very much not dead, Omega later hacked into the Matrix with the help of the Toymaker (or rather, someone with the same face), hijacked the Doctor's biodata, and built himself a new body using said biodata as a template. He materialised briefly on Earth, looking suspiciously Doctor-like.

Unfortunately, matter-based flesh doesn't sit well with anti-matter souls, and somehow, the genius Omega hadn't caught onto that idea yet. His body decayed rapidly, and the Doctor used an anti-matter converter to fling him back into the void. Again.

Since then, Omega has attempted multiple methods to return from the antimatter universe, but he has never succeeded.

➕Though Also...

According to some accounts, after his original encounters with Omega, the Sixth Doctor learned that there was evidence suggesting Omega might be his grandpappy. Whether or not that's true is anyone's guess, though the Doctor was notably a bit of an Omega fan in his youth.

💕We Love Omega!

Yes, he's tried to destroy Earth/the Universe/a few timelines. But let's recap:

He invented the technology that powers Gallifrey.

He enabled time travel.

He was abandoned by his society.

And then he got blamed for being upset about it.

Omega is Gallifrey's greatest genius, and its greatest loss. He is also the universe's most powerful introvert, and possibly the single most compelling argument for robust anti-matter mental health services.

We love Omega. We can't wait to see what he does next.

Related:

📺|🏺The Long and Complicated History of the Time Lords: Part III – The Rise of the Time Lords

📺|🏺The Long and Complicated History of the Time Lords: Part IV – The Birth of the Time Lords

💬|👤👑Why is Rassilon everywhere?: Who Rassilon is and why you should care.

Hope that helped! 😃

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[multiheadcanons]

FLIRT WITH THE MERCS

scout: jeremy is stupid enough that he thinks most flirting with him is a joke, and is generally happy to play along. he is very used to being aggressively shut down, and doesn’t really give it much thought anymore. he will not get that you’re flirting seriously until he has agreed to a date. then it’s like it clicks in his brain. and he becomes a grade A USDA certified dickhead. “yeah, i got a date! with who? oh, you wouldn’t know ‘em!”. what an ass.

soldier: why are you trying to flirt with this man, first of all. you know this man can’t understand a literary device past a knock knock joke, right? compliments are shrugged off. he knows he looks good for his age. he knows he’s got stellar aim. he worked like a bitch to achieve these things. coy questions get unamused answers. what’s he doing after work? more work. he’s training. eating. cleaning his weapons. sleeping. if you want to flirt with him that bad, slap his ass. the yelp he’ll let out is humorous. but the grin he gives is better. you’ve opened pandora’s box, maggot. let him show you how to make a real advance.

pyro: you want to flirt— with pyro? are you ready to see a grown ass adult become a straight up tweaker, no dope necessary? they point at themselves in shock. are you talking to them? are you— are you talking to them?? the squeal, the giggles, the heavy breathing, they are genuinely shocked and taken aback, and incredibly flattered. will hug you very tightly, before running away. they’re squealing, they’re barely making it ten steps before they have to stop and catch their breath. they’re gonna write about this in their diary later.

demo: he acts like… a stereotypical man when you start flirting with him. have him giggling and kicking his feet and shit. he is one of those men who will beam when he’s told he looks handsome when he smiles. you can be a borderline creep to demo and demo will tuck his hair behind his ear and say “aw, you don’t mean that!” but just know… however far you take it, demo will match your freak. so tread lightly. or don’t! whatever you want to do!

heavy: heavy is uninterested and will shut you down the first few attempts. however, if you don’t take the hint, and he thinks he can get away with it, he’ll use your little crush to squeeze whatever he thinks he can get from you. regardless of what it is, he’ll start subtly, maybe an occasional flirt back, a laugh, a slight bow of gratitude. but then he starts asking you to do things for him. a quick delivery. retrieval of items. leaning in to ask you quietly. he’d be incredibly appreciative if you would oblige and do this one little thing for him. he’ll owe you. then it escalates. bury this body for him? he’ll come out and watch your back, don’t worry. oh, and he forgot to mention… the body isn’t dead. you mind taking care of that too? he just likes to see how far he can push you. what he can get from you, and when he finds your line in the sand, it is duly noted and he is done with you until further notice. he did enjoy the sweet words though, undeserving as he may be of them.

engineer: he’s not as expressive as demo with it, but you can get him quite flustered if you don’t let up. not in the long con way, either, i’m talking family-bucket-20-piece-combo-no-biscuit-no-drink-two-sides-mukbang do not let up. “you’re looking good today, dell! ass looks great in those overalls, whatcha got going on later?” you can watch a man turn into a tomato in real time. he short circuits. lets out an awkward laugh, thanks you kindly, and gets the hell out of dodge before he says something stupid. but he’ll think about it all day. it’s a big mood and confidence booster for the week. and dell gets real sweet when he feels good about himself.

medic: the first time you flirt with this man he side eyes you. hard. but he cannot hide the smile creeping on his face. he’s not shocked, but he’s a little surprised you’re looking at him that way. but he stays silent. he hates direct approaches, he finds it crass from anyone of any gender. but a thinly disguised compliment will give him pause. he’ll size you up every time, pondering if you’re worth the effort and the risk. especially as you up the frequency, and he decides you’re actually serious about this. if he wants to reciprocate, he might ask you to dinner. he will also write about this in his diary later.

sniper: “oh, thanks!” and no more outward emotional reaction. but it makes him feel good. he’s quite tickled. this is a team of pretty good looking guys, nice to know he’s a catch with the rest of them. a consistent flirt with him will result in him matching your interest, wherever you want to take it. he is not one to play the long game, if you’re expressing interest, he’s certainly interested.

spy: “well, thank you.” unlike his counterpart, this spy can play nice and gracious very well. he gets no enjoyment from playing haughty at other’s expense; but he does get an ego boost from flattery. he’s just better at being humble about it. he knows he looks good. he always looks good. his plans are the same as they always are. no he has no interest in changing them today. yes, he’s french. nice place to live until the tourists ruined it. stay away from paris. no, he has no family. he’s good on lunch. he’s heard it all, and what he hasn’t heard he’s mentally simulated, and he’s got formulated responses for everything. it gets old, and it is old to him after the third attempt. you cannot flirt your way into his heart.

[sweetvoidstuff]

Unwanted Cargo - Steel and Starlight

(Jungkook x Reader | Sci-Fi | Action | Enemies to Lovers | Slow Burn | Survival)

A skilled mechanic finds themselves entangled with Jungkook, a dangerously efficient fighter who was meant to be nothing more than cargo. As they navigate threats, their uneasy alliance is tested in ways neither expected. But as they face impossible choices, the question remains—who is truly in control here?

Masterlist

Steel and Starlight

Wordcount: ~550

(Reader’s POV)

The Stellar Hound was no luxury cruiser. It was a cargo hauler, a patched-together mess of rust and reinforced steel, barely held together by your two hands and an ever-dwindling supply of spare parts and had carried all kinds of cargo. Contraband, high-grade weapons, stolen goods—you name it. But this? This was a shit deal.

“Tell me you’re kidding,” you said, arms crossed, glaring at Namjoon.

The captain sighed. “I’m not.”

“You want to put a wanted convict on our ship?” You gestured toward the transport crate where the so-called prisoner was being offloaded. The man inside it didn’t look remotely concerned about his situation. Tall, built like a predator, tattoos all over his left arm, his hair black as the dark void, violet eyes that caught the dim light like something engineered for the hunt. He was restrained in heavy cuffs, but he looked far too relaxed for a man in chains.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

You turned to Taehyung, the pilot, hoping for backup. He only shrugged. “The money’s good.”

“So is not dying,” you snapped.

Still, you knew you couldn’t change Namjoon’s mind. He was too pragmatic, too desperate. The ship needed repairs, fuel, supplies. The ship was one major system failure away from drifting dead in space. A high-risk job like this meant breathing room for a few months.

So, with gritted teeth, you watched as he was hauled aboard. Still, this was a terrible idea.

Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook

Even bound in reinforced cuffs, he walked like he owned the place. Tall, built like something engineered for war, violet eyes cutting through the dim cargo bay light. There was something predatory about him—like a wolf in chains, already calculating when he’d be free.

He flicked his gaze to you and Namjoon, then slowly scanned the ship before exhaling through his nose. Taehyung already leaving, making sure everything would be ready to takeoff.

“Underwhelming.”

Your grip on the wrench in your hand tightened. Namjoons shoulders straitened, but he spoke with a calm voice. “I don’t care what you think of my ship, convict.”

His gaze landed back on you. The violet caught the glow of the control panels, reflecting like a pair of moons.

And then he smirked.

“I wasn’t talking about the ship.”

You wanted to hit him.

Instead, you spun on your heel. Not my problem. You had better things to do—like keeping this rust bucket from falling apart.

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For the next few hours, you stayed in the engine bay, making sure everything was secure before takeoff. Checking seals, calibrating systems, triple-checking the lock on the makeshift brig. It was the kind of precision work you prided yourself on—the kind of work that kept people alive.

You caught Jungkook watching once.

Just a brief flicker of movement from the shadows, his unreadable expression barely visible beyond the ‘brig’s’ reinforced door.

You ignored him.

You ignored the uneasy feeling in your gut, the way the hairs on the back of your neck stood on edge when his gaze lingered too long.

This was just another job.

You kept telling yourself that.

And yet, something told you Jungkook was not just another prisoner.

And that thought?

It was dangerous.

[alltheglowingeyess]

fast car - wip

When Naomi’s car starts doing a stellar impression of a blender choking on pebbles, she tries to ignore it. Unfortunately, a minute later, when the noise only grows louder, she realizes that being surrounded by nothing but tall grass and with thirty minutes still to go until Will’s school, this is not the best time to ignore her ancient Honda Civic’s cries of distress.

Gritting her teeth, she veers onto the gravel shoulder and steps out. She walks to the front of the car and pops open the hood, grimacing when steam hisses up. Squinting into the mess of pipes and wires, she grabs a rag from the trunk and starts poking around.

She’s worked on this car herself for years, but nothing’s helping. The engine won’t turn over, and every fix she tries only makes the sputtering worse.

After two minutes of her unsuccessful handiwork, she gives up, leaning against the front bumper. She can already picture Will’s face when he realizes she’s not there yet again. The way he’ll look to her with poorly concealed disappointment when she runs into the school breathless hours later. Her heart aches at the image of him sitting there in the empty school lobby, his folded poster and bag by his side, smiling a forced and patient smile.

She keeps failing him.

No matter how much she prays for clarity—how to balance being a good mom, following her dreams, and keeping a roof over their heads—she never finds it.

Sighing, she drops her head onto her knees, resisting the urge to scream. She halfheartedly reaches for her phone, prepared to call a repair service. Maybe they can get her car running long enough to catch at least the tail end of the fair.

Her thumb hovers over the call button when she hears the low rumble of a passing car. She doesn’t bother looking up, though. Whatever’s going on with her car is not something that a random passerby can fix.

But then the wind shifts. The car doesn’t pass as expected. Instead, she feels the breeze stutter as it pauses near her and a moment later, the engine cuts out.

A car door opens.

“Need a ride?”

Her head snaps up, and the first thing she registers is the atrociously bright red convertible. The early afternoon sunlight glints off of the car, making it near impossible to look at for more than a few seconds.

The next is the driver, a sight somehow more offensive than the car that it instinctively makes her jerk her head back. A terrible idea, considering she promptly slams her head into the bumper behind her.

Biting back a curse, she tries to rub the ache back of her head. In the background, she hears footsteps approach, followed by a figure crouching in front of her.

Blonde curls and sky-blue eyes, paired with a blinding smile that only intensifies the pounding in her skull. He’s dressed in a plain yellow shirt, light-washed jeans, and (stupidly) pristine white tennis shoes. She sighs, squeezing her eyes shut and hoping—praying—that when she opens them again, he’ll be gone.

“That looks like it hurt.”

Sigh. She never gets what she wants. Cracking her eyes open, she wrinkles her nose at the wide, curious eyes staring back at her.

“If I hit my head again, will you disappear?”

To his credit, Apollo remains apparently unfazed by her attitude. “Is that any way to talk to someone doing you a favor?”

She stands abruptly, face heating up at the sudden rise of anger as she steps past his still-crouched form. “I don’t need any favors from you. Why are you even here?”

Apollo stays crouched for a moment longer before standing too, brushing off invisible dirt from his jeans. “Well, you called, I answered. Pretty simple, my love.”

Unconsciously, Naomi’s hand begins to search the dirt for a rock to throw. “Three things. First, don’t call me that. Second, I didn’t call you for shit, so you’re dead wrong there. And third, that’s not how the whole thing works, seeing as I’m pretty sure all my previous calls have gone unanswered. You know, like when I was giving birth? Alone? To the baby that you put in me?”

“Eloquent way to word it.”

Wow. Naomi might actually kill a god today. “Get bent.”

Her words, inexplicably, seem to just make him smile wider. “Well, perhaps you didn’t call me specifically, but I was out this way and heard your prayers.” He waves his hand flippantly, eyeing her as though he’s expecting her to fall to her knees and start thanking him.

Naomi just wrinkles her nose in response, making a mental note to be more careful with her thoughts in the future. 

(Because that’s a thing she needs to worry about now). 

(…Stupid intrusive and apparently all-knowing gods). 

“So, are we going or what?” Apollo says. In the time she had taken to try exploding him with her mind, he had walked past her, standing at the driver’s side of his car. He pats it twice, and Naomi grimaces when it seems to flash a little brighter with each touch.

Sticking a thumb in the direction of her car, she starts to walk backwards to the driver’s side. “I know this might be hard for you to understand, but I can’t just ditch my car here. Tow truck won’t be here for another hour.”

Wordlessly, Apollo snaps his fingers. Before she can ask what he’s doing, her car vanishes into thin air.

Naomi stares for a moment, open-mouthed, looking between where her car used to be and him. Her face begins to heat up again. “Apollo, so help me if you just scrapped my fucking car—”

She gets a pssh and hand wave in response, only serving to tick her off even more. “Of course not, I simply sent it back to your home.”

Naomi raises an eyebrow. “How do you know where we live?”

“Well, I do try keep an eye on you and Will.”

“Creep.”

If Apollo hears her, he doesn’t acknowledge it. “You’ll certainly have to deal with that car later, but now we can get going.” He slides into the driver’s seat, staring at her as she stays rooted in place with crossed arms.

“And why can’t you… y’know.” She raises a hand, snapping her fingers a few times.

“Direct interference is not allowed,” he replies. Despite the fact that this sounds like inconvenient news, he continues to smile broadly at her “Which means…” Like an absolute dork, he begins a rapid drumroll on his steering wheel.

And really, Naomi has enough rage in her that she could keep going back and forth with him for at least another hour. But, unfortunately, the watch on her right wrist tells her that she now has just over an hour to make it to Will’s school. And seeing as her car is probably sitting pretty and horribly broken in their apartment’s parking lot, her options for what to do are significantly limited.

Moving slowly, she rounds the car, matching Apollo’s unrestrained excitement with a glare. Hesitating for a moment, she yanks open the car door and quickly sits herself in the shotgun seat, closing the door next to her before she can listen to the voices telling her to jump back out. 

As she pulls her seatbelt over, she frowns, side eyeing the god. “How is you driving me to the school not direct interference?”

Apollo seems to ponder this for a moment. “Well… let’s say I am simply on route for some of my personal, godly business. And I happened to have stumbled across a mortal in need, who, upon receiving a request for help, it made sense to help in order to not draw suspicions to myself.” He fiddles with the rear view mirror for a second before flashing her yet another blinding smile. “Happy?”

Naomi glares right back. She got lost about halfway through his sentence, but really she couldn’t care less what the excuse is so long as it is good enough that she isn’t going to get blasted by godly magic for riding in his car. 

“Just start the damn car.” 

With a laugh, Apollo starts the engine.

[aviatrix-ash]

Lil TFA au blurb that will totally be a comic in the future, but those take forever to make sooo~☆

So in my comics Skyfire used to host this podcast/radio show that he would use to basically vlog his daily scientific findings from around the galaxy, broadcasted from a super powerful transmitter he had installed on himself. Anyone in the galaxy who was tuned to the open radio frequency he shared it to. Skyfire believed scientific knowledge deserved to be shared. He's kept this up for millions of stellar cycles, long before the Autobot/Decepticon war. He was never sure if anyone was truly listening, he had maybe 20 subscribers, most probably long dead in the war. He didn't care, he was happy to share his passion!

He even kept broadcasting most of his work during the war, even though he was under orders from Megatron to cease, so the Autobots couldn't make use of his "Decepticon funded" research. He did, however keep some research on a private data server in his lab. Some data he didn't want getting out to assist the war in any way. Skyfire wanted nothing to do with it, but stuck around the Decepticons for Starscream. He spent the majority of the war huddled in a lab and Starscream encouraged him to ignore Megatron's orders anyway, even if he wished Skyfire would join him in battle.

Skyfire did however stop for a brief period, after he learned Starscream had gone against his promise to never use his private data findings for war purposes that could lead to harm of any innocents not associated with Autobots or Decepticons. Skyfire learned he had used Skyfire's planetary Energon research to have the Decepticon's engineers design a quantum Energon harvester that'd instantaneously absorb a small star's energy and all that of planets within range. They already had a small prototype they had used on a handful of planets, which Skyfire had found out when he went to revisit one of his favorite little worlds and arrived to find it lifeless and destroyed.

Fast forward to the future, where he's with Powerglide and he's living his best life as a non-aligned Cybertronian citizen Skyfire is still doing his little vlogs on occasion. He still thinks he's broadcasting to those few loyal mysterious subscribers.

Until Powerglide has him meet his show's biggest fan, who happens to be his good friend Cosmos! Cosmos at first is heavily conflicted because, 1. this guy was not only an ex-Decepticon, but one of the top scientists under Megatron and former Conjunx Endure of the Decepticon's 2nd in command too! (Dont meet your heroes) and 2. Cosmos is not only a big fan of the show, but it was his inspiration to do his own planitary charting and thus basically his whole life! How he spent millions of nights dozing off as a wee bot listening to this Cybertronian in his audials speak of the universe with so much love and kindness in his deep yet gentle voice. Hearing this voice say his name in person practically stunned poor Cosmos at that point in time, he totally forgot about the Decepticon thing for a moment. (He was totally thinking, oh man he's already got a Conjunx Endure! 😭)

Eventually Cosmos gets the courage to ask Skyfire if he would be cool helping him clarify some of his research of a faraway planet and invites him over to his home observatory. When he does come over, Cosmos is trying his hardest not to fully geekout, but Skyfire ends up being the one to geekout upon seeing his neatly categorized rock collection from various planets. Cosmos mentions most of his rocks are purchased or brought to him by friends like Powerglide, since he himself is afraid of committing to offworld travel. Skyfire notices a rock from Nebulos, which he himself remembers Powerglide bringing with in his cockpit. He starts infodumping stuff about a planet one of the rocks was from, Cosmos joins and they both pause and laugh. Cosmos is now geeking out over how he he's finally met THE host of the show that's his entire life. Skyfire laughs and didn't believe anyone was even listening to his show. Cosmos stops him and slowly tells him he has millions of fans on Cybertron and it's offworld colonies. He's even got online fanclubs and forums. They were a dormant for a while until a very dedicated fan (of course it's secretly Powerglide. That's just how Powerglide expresses love 🥺💕) brought some nostalgic attention back to the show and started hyping up new episodes. Skyfire is ecstatic and overjoyed (Powerglide isn't getting away with this unscathed 😏). Skyfire and Cosmos later discuss revamping the radio show and Skyfire invites him to co-host with his expertise!

[didgeriduwu]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56807374/chapters/169629784

Chapters: 8/?

Fandom: Team Fortress 2

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Scout/Sniper (Team Fortress 2) Characters: Scout (Team Fortress 2), Sniper (Team Fortress 2), Medic (Team Fortress 2), Spy (Team Fortress 2), Scout’s Mother (Team Fortress 2), Other Character Tags to Be Added

Additional Tags: Trans Scout (Team Fortress 2), Trans Male Scout (Team Fortress 2), Trans Male Character, Tokophobia Warning, Pregnancy, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mpreg, (i guess it depends on your definition), Emotionally Repressed Sniper (Team Fortress 2), oh god just communicate you fucks, Established Relationship, Situationship?, Spy is Scout’s Parent (Team Fortress 2), no beta I have no friends, Medic is a cunt i love him, Scout’s Ma is the best, Discussion of Abortion, Unplanned Pregnancy, almost forgot that one

Summary: Sniper and Scout’s relationship is in limbo, and neither seems to know if or how to fix it. Unexpected news finally forces a change, but whether it’ll be for better or for worse is anyone’s guess.

Jeremy hadn’t been afraid – at least on the battlefield - for a very long time.

Dying and respawning had long since become a part of everyday life, and yeah occasionally he would feel a jolt of panic at the sight of an oncoming rocket, or suppress a shiver coaxed forth by the reflection of flames in dark, staring glass. But actual honest-to-god mortal fear? The kind that punches you in throat, that rattles your bones, that has you praying to your God – no, any God – please save me, please let me live?

That kind of fear? Jeremy had almost forgotten what it was like.

He was brutally reminded when Medic’s head exploded into a fine red mist.

The medigun shut off with a ka-thunk, and Jeremy fought the urge to scream. Pain blossomed again through wounds that had barely begun to heal. Blood trickled thick like sap from the breaks in his skin.

Mick scrambled across to snatch up the medigun and started desperately trying to power it on again. Jeremy knew it was no use. He knew Mick did too. All of their equipment was locked to their authorised user; the device simply wouldn’t work for anyone else.

“Well, that sucks.” Jeremy tried to sound irreverent, but by the look on Mick’s face – and the faces of the other mercs who’d slowly filled the room around them – he hadn’t succeeded. “Stop lookin’ at me like that! It’s not like I ain’t been dead before.”

Silence.

Jeremy wanted to laugh, but it stuck like peanut butter in the back of his throat.

There was a woosh then, and Spy slunk into existence. He dropped to his knees, hand outstretched. “Mon fils-”

“Nope!” Jeremy cut in. Déjà vu hit him like a runaway payload cart. “Not doin’ that again, nuh-uh! Someone help me up.” His blood fizzed with resolve, jaw locked tight and jutting. Mick shuffled closer and Jeremy gripped at his shoulders, trying ineffectively to haul himself upwards, until Mick took pity on him and lifted him gently to his feet.

Jeremy stood shakily, managing to weather the razor-sharp jolts of pain up his legs. “Alright, we just gotta get our asses back to respawn and have the doc fix me up. No problem!”

“And how exactly do you expect to do that in your condition?” Spy scoffed.

A spark of light drew everyone’s attention to a teleporter that had just sputtered to life in an overlooked corner of the room. “Well, boys,” Engineer grinned above it, teeth glinting in the red glow. “I reckon this here contraption might be of some help.”

“Yeah! Way to go, pally!” Jeremy shrugged off the support of Mick’s arms made for the teleporter. “Let’s do thi-”

It turned out you needed more than willpower to walk; namely legs that weren’t currently doing a stellar impression of Swiss cheese. Something gave way in his left knee, and Jeremy barely avoided kissing the ground by clutching onto Mick’s shirt.

“Okay, new plan!” He wheezed. “Mickey, pick me up. You’re gonna be my legs.”

…

The world that materialised around them at the other end of the teleporter was the interior of a wooden shack.

“Fuckin’ hell!” Mick hissed, as his eyes caught on the view outside of their shelter.

The good news was that they were much closer to Resupply; he could even see the rolling doors from here, shining like a beacon in the New Mexico sun.

The bad news? There was at least five hundred yards of bare, open desert between them and safety.

Jeremy dropped his head against Mick’s neck and groaned. “We’re screwed.”

Mick rested a cheek against Jeremy’s hatless head, his hold tightening into a proper embrace. The runner fisted his hands in Mick’s shirt.

“Jer, I-”

“Don’t,” Jeremy interjected, voice sharp and brittle as glass. “If I’m gonna…” – he broke off, head shaking– “just let me have this.”

Mick had to clench his jaw to keep from screaming, but he acquiesced. He brought one shaking palm up to cup the back of Jeremy’s neck. I love you, he thought. Mick hoped, half-mad and desperate, that it might reach him somehow. That it might cross the space between their minds. That Jeremy might understand. He willed it. By the time Engineer appeared again in a halo of crimson sparks, Mick thought that maybe, maybe he might have succeeded.

“I’m sorry, boys, those BLU sons-of-bitches were on me like a duck on a June bug. This was as close as I could get,” Engie said when he’d finished becoming corporeal again. “Don’t ya fret now, though. The fellas are right behind me, and I got a plan to get ya to Respawn safe and sound.”

One by one the rest of the surviving team – sans Pyro and Demo, who had stayed behind to run interference - arrived in the little shed. By the time the last merc had stepped off the teleporter, a concrete plan had been formed and Mick felt a fragile sprig of hope bloom in his chest.

Spy slipped away first, off to take the enemy sniper out of commission.

Then, “LEAVE NO MAN BEHIND, YOU GOT THAT MAGGOT?” The deep, jarring boom of a rocket rang out and Soldier was off.

Sasha whirled to life beside them as Jeremy spoke, “Ya better not let me die, Mickey. I swear to God I’ll haunt ya if you do.”

Mick pressed a half-weak smile to Jeremy’s hair. “Never.”

Somewhere far off in the distance was the scream of a man who’d just received a knife in his back.

“Good luck, comrade,” a gruff voice intoned. “Protect leetle scout.”

And then Heavy started shooting, and it was time to run.

…

The ground below them was not moving quick enough, and Jeremy fought the urge to complain about it. No-one was as fast as Jeremy, especially when they were carrying a whole other person with them, and he knew Mick was trying his best. It just didn’t feel fair to pick on the marksman for being slow.

Fortunately, Jeremy had about a million other things to complain about instead.

“So did you go to some weird country without telephones, or did ya just think I wasn’t worth a call?” Jeremy kept his gaze levelled squarely over Mick’s shoulder. “I mean, I get it. We’re not together or nothin’ - ya made that pretty clear - but ya couldn’t even send a postcard? I mail my second cousin twice removed a nice postcard every time I go on vacation, and I never even met the lady! Am I not even second cousin twice removed levels of important?”

Mick cleared his throat to speak but Jeremy barreled onwards. “And nobody had any freakin’ clue where you went neither. What if somethin’ happened to ya? How was I s’posed to know if ya got eaten by a bear or somethin’ if ya weren't gonna write and tell me about it?” Jeremy aimed his scattergun and nailed the enemy scout right in his face.

“Crikey!” Mick barked. He stumbled a few steps before righting himself. “Warn a bloke before you discharge a firearm right next to his ear!”

Jeremy rolled his eyes. “Oh, like how you warned me ya were gonna disappear for two weeks!”

“That’s not…”

Another two shots in quick succession sent the enemy soldier back to respawn. Jeremy levelled his gun at an approaching pyro and pulled the trigger.

Click.

“God freakin’ damn it!” He hissed as he awkwardly snaked his hand between his and Mick’s bodies to feel for his pistol. A streak of blue flame erupted from the encroaching figure and Jeremy screeched. “Left! Move left!”

Mick staggered sideways.

“My left!”

Mick sidestepped just in time to avoid a flare, which struck ground and fizzled out a few feet ahead of them. Unfortunately, the movement jostled Jeremy’s hand; His pistol dropped to the ground, only narrowly missing Mick’s running feet.

And then another flare started on its journey toward them. “Right – no, your right this time. Shit, shit!” Another near miss, this one even closer than the last.  

And then another.

And another.

And with every flare, the pyro was getting closer.

…

Mick barely felt it at first; it was just a subtle warmth against his back, like sunshine on a summer day. He barely had time to register it before Jeremy was hissing unintelligibly in his ear and tucking his face into Mick’s shoulder. Jeremy’s arms retreated from their hold at Mick’s nape, and the marksman glimpsed red and wicked yellow and black.

And then Mick was burning. The warmth on his back turned to blinding, blistering heat. He choked on a scream.

The door was now just metres away. Mick could see the nicks and dents that marred its surface. He was so close. Just seconds away from safety. A few strides short of a life he’d taken so long to admit that he wanted.

Too long.

Because Mick had never been a runner - not like Jeremy - and he could feel the muscles in his back start to melt away.

The door to resupply might as well have been on the moon.

They weren’t going to make it.

[radicalafterdark]

“Ending the Discussion on FRWBY”? Oh, sweet summer child.

Bold of you to assume you get to end the conversation just because you dropped a 4,000-word essay that reads like a Reddit thread suffering from heatstroke. This isn’t the Treaty of Versailles — it’s a fan rewrite of a mid-tier web series. You're not ending a war, you're just adding another soggy log to the FNDM bonfire.

Let’s unpack this trainwreck one overcooked paragraph at a time.

1. “Minimal Changes”

Right off the bat, you say FRWBY makes “minimal changes.” Then proceed to describe how Roman Torchwick is now the literal reincarnation of a wizard-ghost-mentor and that he’s Ruby’s thematic foil. That’s like saying “I made minimal changes to my Honda Civic. Just replaced the engine with a dragon heart and now it flies.”

Also, calling Oscar “bloat” while stuffing Roman with Ozpin’s entire backstory isn’t "streamlining" — it’s just swapping one narrative Jenga tower for another and praying the pieces don’t fall.

2. “People love characters who do bad things, so Roman’s great!”

This argument is peak Galaxy Brain. Just because people simp for Vergil or laugh at Deadpool doesn’t mean Roman-as-Ozpin makes sense. Vergil wasn’t rewritten as Dante’s dead father’s chess coach to avoid writing a new character. Roman was a charismatic gangster. Now he’s the Wizard of Plotland because... convenience?

You’re not deep for saying “morally gray characters can be sympathetic.” That’s the literary equivalent of saying “water is wet.” The issue is execution, and FRWBY’s version of Roman has more hats than depth.

3. “It’s not biased, it’s FACT. Look it up.”

Ah yes, the classic “facts don’t care about your feelings” gambit — right before vomiting a paragraph about how the Tau are misunderstood and French football sucks. Stellar use of rhetorical consistency. We’re truly through the looking glass here.

Also, "look it up" is not a citation. It's the spiritual cousin of yelling "do your research!" during a flat Earth debate.

4. Adam is Jetstream Sam, Magneto, and Vergil combined.

No. He’s not. Adam is a red-flag factory with a cool mask and the narrative weight of a wet napkin. Saying “Blake one-shots him” would be a valid critique of RWBY, if he didn't immediately get back up to fight only to retreat when his forces were overwhelmed — while FRWBY has him zapped by an old woman with a cattle prod — is like being mad that Batman killed Joker, but praising the version where he trips over a Roomba.

Also: Giving Adam his own version of Bury the Light doesn’t make him deep. It makes him a cosplay Vergil knockoff — down to the “they wasted his potential” cries that echo through every dark corner of DeviantArt.

5. “Foreshadowing is weak but everything else is better”

If you admit there’s still poor foreshadowing, character bloat, anticlimaxes, and plot points that “come out of nowhere,” then congratulations: FRWBY still has RWBY’s core issues. Except now they wear a clever disguise made of verbose YouTube commentary and Reddit upvotes.

6. “The name sounds pretentious but who cares?”

Buddy. You named the project “Fixing RWBY.” That’s like opening a restaurant called “Gordon Ramsay is a Clown and I’m Better” and then getting surprised when people judge you harshly.

Yes, the name is pretentious. And yes, it absolutely affects how people perceive the work. Presentation matters — ask literally any creator not named “Celtic Phoenix.”

7. “The Malachite twins are better than Neo.”

Cool story. They still feel like spare NPCs from a Persona side quest. Swapping Neo for the twins is like removing a hot sauce that was too spicy and replacing it with two different mayonnaises. Bold move.

8. “This post will end the discussion.”

Let me be clear: this post is the exact opposite of a discussion ender. It’s long-winded, self-congratulatory, over-explanatory, and swings between meme references and desperate rationalizations like a caffeine-addled Tumblr thread.

You’re not ending the debate — you’re just waving a flag that says “Please argue with me.” And you will get what you asked for.

Conclusion:

This post is a rambling, self-congratulatory defense riddled with weak logic, inconsistent standards, and pseudo-objective bluster. FRWBY is a passionate and competent fan project—but it is not the definitive fix its champions claim. It inherits many of RWBY’s flaws, introduces its own, and hides behind smug rhetoric rather than meaningful analysis. If you’re going to rewrite a flawed story, own your decisions, accept your critics, and stop pretending you’ve reinvented the medium.

[purimgifts]

Podfic requests on Purimgifts!

Below the cut you will find the (Very Very Long) list of fandoms for which there are fandom requests on Purimgifts! Some of those are reasonably big, but there's a lot of small fandoms, too.

Is the tiny fandom of your heart requested? Click to find out!

3Below (Cartoon)

A Brother's Price - Wen Spencer

Agent Carter (TV)

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV)

Alice In Wonderland - Lewis Carroll

Animorphs - Katherine A. Applegate

Aquaman (2018)

Archive 81 (Podcast)

Arrow (TV 2012)

Arthurian Mythology  

Assassin's Creed

Band Sinister - K. J. Charles

*Batman – various subfandoms

Black Widow (Movie 2021)  

Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV)

Check Please! (Webcomic)

Creator's Choice of Fandom

Critical Role (Web Series)  

Dalemark Quartet - Diana Wynne Jones

Damar Series - Robin McKinley

Dance of the Vampires (Broadway 2002/03) - Steinman/Ives/Kunze

Danny Phantom

*Daredevil

DC Extended Universe

DCU (Comics)  

Dead To Me (TV)

Deadloch (TV 2023)

Devil Wears Prada (2006)

Discworld - Terry Pratchett

Disney Princesses

Divergent (Movies)  

*Doctor Who – various subfandoms

Don Giovanni - Mozart/Da Ponte

Dragon Age II

Dragon Age: Inquisition

Dragon Age: Origins,

Dreamblood Series - N. K. Jemisin

Echo (TV 2024)

Effluent Engine - N. K. Jemisin

Flash Gordon (1980)

Football RPF

Ghosts (TV 2019)

Ghosts (US TV 2021)

Giselle (Ballet)

Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett

Good Omens (TV)

Green Rider Series - Kristen Britain

Grey's Anatomy

9-1-1 (TV)

Hacks (TV 2021)

Hamster Princess Series - Ursula Vernon

Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling  

Hawkeye (TV 2021)

Hellspark - Janet Kagan

Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams

Hockey RPF

Jentry Chau vs. The Underworld (Cartoon)

Jewish Hero Corps - Oirich/Randall (Comics)  

*Judaism – various subfandoms

Killing Eve (TV 2018)

League of Legends

Legends & Lattes - Travis Baldree

Les Misérables - Victor Hugo

Magneto (Marvel Comics)

Marvel (Comics)

Mass Effect Trilogy

Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Merlin (TV)  

Mirabile - Janet Kagan

Moon Knight (TV 2022)

My Name is Asher Lev - Chaim Potok

Nimona (Webcomic)

Original Work

Phantom of the Opera - Lloyd Webber

Phineas and Ferb

Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen

Raven Cycle - Maggie Stiefvater  

Rise of the Guardians (2012)

RWBY

Schitt's Creek (TV)

Seraphina - Rachel Hartman  

Shades of Magic - V. E. Schwab

Shadow Unit

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018)

Spinning Silver - Naomi Novik

SPY x FAMILY (Anime)  

*Star Trek – various subfandoms

Star Wars - All Media Types

Star Wars Original Trilogy

Star Wars: Rebels  

Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types

Stargate Atlantis

Stargate SG-1

Stellar Firma (Podcast)

Supergirl (TV 2015)

Ted Lasso (TV)

Teixcalaan Series - Arkady Martine

Tennis RPF

The Aeneid - Virgil

The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

The Boys (TV 2019)

The Breakfast Club (1985)

The Chronicles of Chrestomanci - Diana Wynne Jones

The Defenders (Marvel TV)

The Golem and the Jinni - Helene Wecker,

The Legend of Zelda: Echoes of Wisdom  

The Locked Tomb Series | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir

The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien

The Muppet Show

The Murderbot Diaries - Martha Wells

The Old Guard (Movie 2020)

The Owl House (Cartoon)

The Priory of the Orange Tree - Samantha Shannon

The Punisher (TV 2017)

The Raven Tower - Ann Leckie

The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien

The Terror (TV 2018)

The Will Darling Adventures - K.J. Charles

The Witcher (TV)

This is How You Lose the Time War - Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone

Tortall - Tamora Pierce

Trollhunters (Cartoon)

Unfit to Print - K. J. Charles

Warriors - Erin Hunter

We Are A Picturesque Small Town And We Refuse To Be The Setting For Your RomCom - Rachel McKenny

What's Up Doc? (1972)

When the Angels Left the Old Country - Sacha Lamb

Wolverine (Marvel Comics)

Women's Hockey RPF

*X-Men – various subfandoms

Young Justice (Comics)

Майор Гром | Major Grom (Comics),

Майор Гром | Major Grom (Trofim Movies)

Чумной Доктор | Plague Doctor (Comics)

大逆転裁判 | Dai Gyakuten Saiban | The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles (Video Games)

女世子 | The Heiress (TV 2020)

山河令 | Word of Honor (TV 2021)

有翡 | Legend of Fei (TV)

機動戦士ガンダム 水星の魔女 | Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury (Anime)

流金岁月 | My Best Friend's Story (TV 2020)

绅探 | Detective L (TV)

苍兰诀 | Love Between Fairy and Devil (TV)

西出玉门 | Parallel World | West Out of Yumen (TV)

镇魂 | Guardian (TV)

长月烬明 | Till the End of the Moon (TV)

陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)

[sshbpodcast]

Character Spotlight: B’Elanna Torres

By Ames

Get ready to have an honorable day as we swivel our character spotlight over to the Voyager’s chief engineer this week on A Star to Steer Her By. Every day is an identity crisis for B’Elanna Torres, whose half-Klingon, half-human pedigree serves to frequently explore mixed heritages, familial disputes, and issues of self loathing as the series goes on. But mostly, Torres is just a wildly creative and intelligent character who is so frequently pushed to the brink, as is this show’s wont.

So grab a fork and dig into a whole freakin’ blood pie as we take a deep dive into Torres’s complex character and rich backstory. Read on below for some choice moments and listen to our recitation of the Klingon plea for the dead over on this week’s podcast episode (warp over to 54:21). Qapla’!

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Best moments

Did we just become best friends? Early in the series, Torres has a lot to prove, both as one of the Maquis terrorists that joins the integrated crew and as a character who clearly has a permanent chip on her shoulder about all things Starfleet. So it’s a wonderful moment of bonding with Janeway when they work together in “Parallax” to escape the event horizon of a quantum singularity using science!

Me, myself, and identity crisis It always amazes me that “Faces” is slotted in season one of Voyager because it is so successful at exploring the dual nature of Torres’s makeup while her character is still getting her footing. When she is split into her Klingon and human halves, she really gets to take a closer look at herself (literally!) and how her two identities make her whole (also literally!). Early character work for the win!

Nothing, just talking to myself For the first (but not last) time Roxann Dawson voices a homicidal computer, we are treated to Torres figuring out how to disarm the Dreadnought in “Dreadnought.” She’s prepared to sacrifice herself to stop this weapon from taking out a planet, but it’s a triumph to listen to her argue with herself until she succeeds, even if she did create the weapon in the first place…

Prototype Unit 0001 is ready to accept programming We totally missed mentioning this one on the podcast, so I’m squeezing it in now because it’s such good work from Dawson. In “Prototype,” she tries so hard to help the automated units find a way to reproduce, creating sentient life in Prototype Unit 001, which is impressive on its own! So that makes it all the more devastating when she has to deactivate him, her first child.

A more honorable Klingon than Worf We gave Worf some stink for refusing to donate blood to the dying Romulan in “The Enemy,” and in “Lifesigns,” Torres goes the other way. When Danara Pel needs some of her Klingon tissue, Torres looks past the trauma that Vidiians inflicted on her and sees that Danara is an individual. Lumping everyone of a species together is not the Starfleet way. Worf, take note.

Learn the truth for yourself There’s a lot that we like about “Remember,” and a lot of that comes down to some stellar acting from Roxann Dawson. Torres won’t stand by quietly as the Enarans sweep their problematic history under the rug and pretend they’ve been a moralistic society all along. She steps up for learning from the past, acknowledging where we’ve come from, and being better for it.

You’re not going to learn anything from being with these lollipops Another instance of Torres not letting someone take the easy way out comes when she meets the Doctor’s The Sims family in “Real Life.” She reprograms his bubblegum characters to have something closer to agency of their own, challenging the Doc to learn to compromise with and respect his fake wife and fake kids. Ya know, skills that he can use with his actual crew!

B’Elanna and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Honorless Day I’m a sucker for the quiet reflection and character study that we see in “Day of Honor” when Torres and Paris are on the brink of death, floating in space helplessly in EV suits. In confronting what could be her final moments, Torres finds some clarity in her existence. And it’s just a touching admission for her to voice her love for Tom, kicking off their romance arc.

I’m going to have to deactivate you It’s telegraphed from pretty early in the episode, but it’s still impressive when Torres takes out Dejaren with an isomimetic conduit in “Revulsion.” We do give her credit for trying to help the wayward hologram in the first place, but she’s also smart enough to see through his facade and keep herself alive when he predictably goes nuts and tries to kill her because she’s corporeal.

Where’s the boob tube? This is a smaller detail but it’s indicative of the Torres-Paris relationship. When Tom returns from a two-week away mission, B’Elanna surprises him with a classic TV set in “Memorial.” It’s surprising Tom didn’t already have one, so it’s a good touch to see that B’Elanna knows exactly the kind of thing that would make his day, like a loving and thoughtful partner would.

We’re still alive and I’m still asking Star Trek overall is hit or miss when it comes to character relationships (one day, we’ll cover them all!), but Tom and B’Elanna just work. Sure, they both do stupid things sometimes, and you’ll see them in our Worst Moments lists, but Torres marrying Paris in “Drive” is weirdly right. It’s a joy to see how much they complement and expand each other’s characters. <3

Not every Cardassian is arrogant and cruel Wow, Torres gets held hostage by holograms a lot, doesn’t she? The thing I like most about “Flesh and Blood” is Torres’s interaction with the Cardassian hologram engineer Kejal. As we’ll see below, Torres has a bit of a tiff with Cardassians, but like she did with Danara Pel in “Lifesigns,” she’s able to treat this one like an individual and work together to save the day!

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Worst moments

I know this weapon very well You know I love it when the same episode pops up on two lists. Even though Torres did a great job disarming the Cardassian missile in “Dreadnought,” don’t forget that it was her fault that this thing was careening around in the Delta Quadrant in the first place. She knows this thing like the back of her hand because she was the one that reprogrammed it for the Maquis!

No means NO! I will shit on pon farr every opportunity I get, the same way I shit on oomox jokes. So even though Torres herself isn’t to blame for contracting pon farr in “Blood Fever,” it sure is the writers’ fault. It’s just so gross to watch this strong character lose her agency because of that creep Vorik, and it’s even worse that she tries to rape Tom even when he rightly tells her no.

No PDAs next to the warp core The Torres-Paris relationship is quite cute, as we stated up above, but their constant making out in the middle of engineering in “Scientific Method” is unprofessional. Guys, your coworkers on the first floor can totally see and hear everything, and we know how loud Klingon mating is, so keep it in your quarters when you’re off the clock before Tuvok writes you up.

If thoughts could kill… Even compared to other Klingons, Torres’s temper is substantial. The strength of the violent mental image she concocts in “Random Thoughts” pushes the Mari who experience it into committing murder. So really, how bad must it have been if it had such an exaggerated effect on people that their police force wanted to lobotomize her? Nightmare fuel, no doubt.

Try to remember that we are not just a bunch of drones Ever since Seven of Nine first joins the crew in “The Gift,” Torres is a major bitch to the former Borg. She’s opposed to working with her in “Day of Honor” because of her background even though Seven is recuperating, and it’s not until Chakotay orders her to chill out on the poor woman in “Message in a Bottle” that Torres shows her any respect at all.

Where’s Counselor Troi when you need her? We will say on the podcast that Voyager badly needed a counselor until the cows come home, and “Extreme Risk” is the perfect example of that. Torres is clearly coping with trauma, among a lot of other stressors, but instead of coping with it in a healthy way, she opts for the dangerous solution of getting herself injured in the holodeck all the time. At least program a Freud puppet!

As far as I’m concerned, they’re all cold-blooded killers Somehow, even though Torres was able to put racism aside in “Lifesigns” to help Danara Pel, she won’t give an inch to Cardassians in “Nothing Human” to save herself. And this Cardassian isn’t even real! It seems like a weird hill to literally die on for Torres to be so stubborn and willfully naive to refuse care. At least ask the Doc to reprogram Moset’s face first!

You must learn to master your emotions So most of “Juggernaut” is a Best Moment for B’Elanna but I ran out of slots above, so here we go. Even though she successfully figures out the whole Malon ship problem and discovers the true identity of the Vihaar, so much of the episode feels like a regression because Torres spends so much of it angry and violent – a backpedal for how far she’s come as a character.

Death becomes her Speaking of character regressions. This show can’t seem to decide where Torres ever stands in her relationship with her Klingon culture, and “Barge of Dead” goes all in on mystical claptrap. Despite five previous seasons of keeping her roots at an arm’s length, Torres uncharacteristically jumps into this dangerous death ritual with both feet. What the Gre’thor?

Such a Mary Sue It’s sweet that Torres is so nice to Kellis the playwright while he writes his Voyager fanfiction in “Muse.” But she crosses the line when she decides to improv an ending for Kellis’s play just because she’s so egotistical that she doesn’t want him to kill her character off, beaming out in front of the whole audience. It might be the most selfish reason for breaking the Prime Directive yet!

I’d say you’re capable of a lot more than delivering PADDs, if you know what I mean I blame this one more on the writers than on B’Elanna, but it still made me uncomfortable. Icheb gets it into his hormone-fueled head that Torres has taken a romantic interest in him in “Nightingale,” which is just peak adolescent boy fantasy. Unknowingly, she leads him on, and what I’m sure was supposed to be a joke just feels cringe. Really, she should’ve decked him.

Genetic modification is the treatment of choice Close to the end of the show, we’re back to Torres’s fraught view of her Klingon genes when she learns her unborn daughter will have head ridges in “Lineage.” Torres falls yet again into a spiral of self-loathing, assuming Tom will leave her the way her father did, and she tries to trick the EMH into surgically altering the fetus to remove any Klingon attributes. That is without honor!

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Let’s restore some honor to this post before we move on to our next character spotlight. Keep watching here as we go through the whole Voyager crew and also keep following along as we’ve finally reached season 4 of Enterprise over on the watchalong podcast at SoundCloud or whatever listening app you like best. You can also bond with us about science over on Facebook and Twitter, and if you’ve got Klingon rage problems, maybe talk to the EMH about it.

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Courtney Whitmore, The Star-Spangled Kid, more popularly known as Stargirl

Born to Barbara Whitmore and Samuel Kurtis, Court and her mother moved to Blue Valley, Nebraska shortly after Barb's second marriage to Patrick Dugan, formerly the adult sidekick "Stripsey" to the original Star-Spangled Kid, Sylvester "Sly" Pemberton. After parting ways, Pat used the money he had earned from the Pemberton Estate--both in his capacity as Sly's "chauffeur" and later his engineering work and technical advisement for Infinity Inc.--to build the mechanized battlesuit "STRIPE" (Special Tactics Robotic Integrated Power Enhancer), inspired by his son Mike's interest in giant robot toys and cartoons. Sly himself had moved on to the name "Skyman" as the number of active Starmen only continued to increase, though Sly's superhero career would be tragically cut short by the machinations of the Thorul Society...

With Barb pregnant and his old partner dead, Pat hoped to quietly retire from heroism in Blue Valley, focusing on life as a mechanic.

Courtney had other ideas.

Sharing her father's belief in "Stellarization" or the ability of individuals to draw power from star formations (first conceptualized by Stephen "The Gambler" Sharpe, then popularized by Sharpe's protege infamous cult leader Amos Fortune, founder of the Royal Flush Syndicate) with her step-brother Mike, the new siblings sought out any of Sly's effects that had recently come into Pat's possession. They lucked out with an old Knight-Tech Cosmic Staff--an incredibly old design, seemingly predating even the Cosmic Rod used by Theodore Knight during his time as the Golden Age Starman--which failed to respond at all to Mike...but took a keen interest in Court, coming alive at her touch.

While the staff itself was obviously a technological marvel, Court was surprised to find her own body becoming stronger and faster, channeling the cosmic power of the stars. Little did she or Mike know, awakening the staff had set off a chain of events that would quickly force them into the center of an almost century-long struggle between Justice and Injustice...

[probablynot-john]

Oki doki, after the last season of lower decks just ended, I feel like this is a good time to point out some things.

If you think that they're " just friends" still, yeah, i get it. But in case you've forgot, here is a chronological list of everything they have done for eachother:

1. Rutherford spent the entire day looking for a job in a different department, when he already loves his job more than anything, just so he could spend time with her (S1:E2).

2. Rutherford shows her Badgy to help her train for a test (the moon walking scene is so cute). And then when Badgy tries to kill them, he admits "I was just trying to impress Tendi! She's so cute!" As he tries to sacrifices himself for her (S1:E6).

3. She is devastated when he went on the packled ship to save the crew. And when he had his implant ripped out she sat next to his bed every day and read to him every day until he woke up. And then he didn't remember her, she was on the verge if tears, but instead she just says "now we can be best friends all over again!" (S1:E10).

4. When his personality shifts by slightest degree, (he suddenly likes pears) she notices and tries to help. Violently. She was scared that he would forget her again. And rather than be mad that she ruined his date and chased him through a hallway, he gives her understanding, compassion and a hug! "Also don't date Barns" (S2:E1).

5. They built the same model ship over and over again together just so they could spend time alone together. He was so upset that he was "a year behind in being your friend" and that he couldn't remember what he did last year. To make him feel better, she got them a new model they could do together (S2:E6).

6. She thought he was dead and that it was her fault for asking him to step out of his comfort zone and try engineering on a different ship. She refuses to accept that he's gone and searches the other ship for him. He's completely fine when she finds him but she's still traumatized by the end of the episode (S2:E7).

7. They incorrectly suspect that Tendi is going to be transferred off the Cerritos so they spend the day together doing everything they loved on the ship, including the jefferies tube where they watched the stellar anomaly from S1:E2. Of course, she actually gets a promotion and he gives her a hug (S2:E10).

8. When he forgot her, he started saving 3 copies of every moment that he spent with her in his memory banks so he wouldn't forget. He spent so much time with her that it filled his brain and was causing malfunctions (S2:E10).

9. When they were grounded on earth for the trial they spent the entire time sightseeing together until they had to go do plot stuff (S3:E1).

10. Ruthorford loses control of his body to an "evil" version of himself and his first thought is "I need to contact Tendi, she'll know what to do!" And then he's so scared for her when his evil self goes to find her. This episode broke me(S3:E5).

11. Tendi is frustrated dealing with another Orian in starfleet. Honestly I didn't love Ruthorford in this episode, but "it was nice to meet another Orian, but I'd rather just spend time with you!" She's worried that he'll think less of her when he finds out she was a pirate. But he tells her that it's a part of her and he already likes her for who she is, and encourages her to embrace her heritage (S3:E6)

12. She's upset when he doesn't take her roll in a holosimulation seriously. But when she explains why she's upset, she admits out loud for the first time that she wants to be a captian. And he becomes her biggest supporter (S3:E8).

13. "It's gonna be weird not sleeping 5ft away from you, not having your muttering to lull me to sleep" she encourages him to speak up for himself so he can get the recognition he deserves so he can be promoted along side her. Also he's been declining promotions all year just so he can stay the same rank as her (S4:E2).

14. I don't want to spoil the rest of season 4, but oh my gosh, Ferangi Hearth Place. Everything about this episode is amazing. They have to pretend to be a married couple to go on a vacation."Why can't a symbol of love be gorgeous green eyes?" Or "I can't wait to walk around our shared room in nothing but a pair of your boxers completely topless. " Come on! This might be my favorite episode of the series. Not even just for the ships, Self Sealing Stembolts! *Chants Rom and Leeta to the theme of Bob The Builder* (S4:E6).

15. I don't want to spoil the season final, but oh my gosh, he was devastated, and so was I! (S4:E10).

Okay, I know Star Trek has a horrible history of ships falling apart. But romantic ships and actual ships. I would have been perfectly happy with them being best friends, but after rewatching the series, I would be quite disappointed if they didn't at least kiss.

So what do you think, are they still just friends?

[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

🌐 The Long and Complicated History of the Time Lords: Part IV – The Birth of the Time Lords

Last time, we watched the Age of Prophecy go down in psionic flames, courtesy of a dead Pythia, a curse, and one very ambitious man who had taken control of Gallifrey. With Gallifrey now sterile, snowed-in by a continuing ice age, and increasingly irritated, something had to change.

Disclaimer: Information on the creation of existence and a whole society is obviously mixed. GIL has waded through many contradictions to provide you with the most cohesive, structured, and key details of how it all came about, but there is room for interpretation.

🧬 The Curse and the Looms

The Curse of the Pythia had rendered the people of Gallifrey sterile and facing extinction. Working with the Other, Rassilon developed a workaround: DNA extraction, biodata stabilisation, and genome weaving through biogenic machines known as Looms.

The early results were chaotic—mutants, demigods, and probable HR violations. These became known as the Special Executive, or more charmingly, the Bastards of Rassilon.

Eventually, Rassilon refined the Looms. The Newborn were humanoid, genetically engineered, and designed to be scientists first, people second. Entire Great Houses formed, with living architecture, fixed family quotas, and bureaucratically ordained Cousins.

'Now, See what we have created. We have built a world of Reason Triumphant. And it is Good.'

-Rassilon

With the Looms operational, the Gallifreyan Empire was quietly dissolved. The colonies were granted independence, and the age of conquest had ended.

💀 The Eternal War & The Death of Vampires (Mostly)

Remember that time Rassilon accidentally let the Yssgaroth[1] into this universe? Yeah, that wasn't over. Gallifrey finally declared war.

The Eternal War began, a massive conflict against the Vampires, the Racnoss, the Great Old Ones, and everything else that couldn't be reasoned with. Gallifreyan bowships and N-Forms were deployed across the galaxy, becoming the stuff of nightmares for some species.

The utterly fab thing about war, however, is its ability to accelerate technological advances. While the Eternal War raged on, Gallifreyans began to develop dimension-hopping technologies, Validium[2], the beginnings of TARDISes, and the start of the Hand of Omega. Rassilon even had time to make his own logo, known as the Omniscate (AKA the Great Seal of Rassilon).

Eventually, Rassilon and Omega sealed up all the holes the Yssgaroth had used to enter. A final confrontation occurred between Rassilon and the Vampire King, during which Rassilon tricked the King and then stabbed him. Severely wounded, the Vampire King retreated to exo-space, and waited to return.

Rassilon returned to Gallifrey as a war hero.

👑Rassilon Takes Control

Now undisputed Lord High President, Rassilon formalised the ruling Triumvirate: himself, Omega, and the Other. He restructured Gallifrey's government into a constitutional oligarchy and wrote it himself—starting with the clause that his descendants should get preferential treatment.[3]

Slavery was outlawed, the Capitol was planned, genetic banks, Houses, and family Looms were implemented. Taxes were raised to fund research, and schools were segregated. Rassilon retreated to his newly built Foundry and began making many objects named after himself.

🧪 The Immortality Virus and Regeneration

Meanwhile, Tecteun—still quietly unethical—successfully decoded the Timeless Child's regenerative potential. She spliced its DNA into herself, creating the first modern regenerative Gallifreyan.

Soon after, Tecteun developed the Immortality Virus: biogenic molecules that allowed Loom-born Gallifreyans to regenerate. Rassilon kept this secret, granting it only to an elite few and claiming the credit, naturally.

However, this is just one version of events. See: ✨Regeneration: The Origins

🌠 The Stellar Manipulators & Omega’s Final Flight

As Gallifrey forged into its new age, the Triumvirate of Rassilon, Omega, and the Other began to pursue true mastery over time, but the Triumvirate was beginning to crack. Omega was annoyed at Rassilon getting all the credit, and Rassilon was probably planning to kill him.

Despite this, Omega completed the Hand of Omega: a remote stellar manipulator capable of collapsing stars into power sources to fuel time travel. And so, Omega led a fleet of Starbreakers to a doomed star named Qqaba, in the Sector of Forgotten Souls accompanied by a bunch of Newborns under the age of 10.

'This Hand - My Hand! - Shall be the hand that liberates our people from the Chains of Time!'

Omega launched the Hand, successfully creating a singularity (a black hole). The star collapsed. But sabotage—likely by Vandekirian (possibly with Rassilon's encouragement)—disabled Omega's ship. He was pulled into the new singularity and presumed dead.

Rassilon took credit for the mission, declared Omega a martyr, and immediately began harnessing the singularity as a power source. With that, the Eye of Harmony was born. It powered Gallifrey's early Time Travel Capsules, and broadcast energy through the Vortex.

With the Eye to power them, and their new Time Capsules to carry them, they became what the legends would call:

The Time Lords.

Assembled from ROOG and TARDIS Wiki

To be continued...

Footnotes:

[1] The Yssgaroth and Great Vampires: Deeply unsettling creatures that want your blood and to stretch your nervous system across the length of an airport runway for funsies.

[2] Validium: A sentient living metal. It could read intent, cause destruction, and turn into basically anything. Nothing about that should worry you.

[3] Rassilon's Constitution: Could be rewritten with a unanimous vote from the High Council—so long as he approved it. Naturally.

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For the Sherlock and Co. Ask Game:

🌟 ♥ 💎

Hi I'm so sorry I didn't answer this sooner, my life was on fire this week. Thank you for the prompts, these are all such good ones too!

🌟: I have got to go with Sherlock as my favorite main character. Sherlock & Co. has such an endearing adaption of Sherlock Holmes as a character-- Thomas the Tank Engine plasters? High fives? Brilliant and yet clearly human? I love him. If he has a hundred fans I am one of them. If he has one fan it is me. If he has no fans I am dead.

❤️: Hmm... this totally not a headcanon because it's essentially canon (although it has been awhile since I re-listened to the Gloria Scott episodes so correct me if I'm remembering wrong), but I am going to take this opportunity to talk about it anyways because I surprised myself! I wasn't expecting to be so fond of the idea of Sherlock & Victor as really close mates in school or roommates, etc. Now I fully recognize that this is surely left over from my time in the BBC Sherlock fandom, which often treats Victor Trevor as a traumatic relationship for Sherlock (both because of what happened to him in the show, and the copious fan content about Victor as an adult). That's neither here nor there, just a different Victor Trevor from a different Sherlock Holmes adaption. That's all to say that I just really like that S&Co. Sherlock had a healthy friendship in school such that he was worried about irreparably damaging that friendship while solving this case. It's very refreshing.

💎: Ahh I LOVE the entire episode the end of The Solitary Cyclist Part 2. Seeing Dr. Jonk Watson M.D. have his moment to shine was so exciting, and Sherlock is such a darling at the end when he congratulates Watson on his stellar work. It's absolutely precious and I totally re-listen to it when I need a pick-me-up.