#I've got to go in... see if ANY of these dogs are related

[theageofsims]

LADY!

I know damn well you don't got ALL THESE DAMN DOGS living in an APARTMENT in freaking San Myshuno!

[thewitchblue]

"Did you join the fucking military?"

Jason asked Tim, who blinked blankly at Jason until he noticed what he was holding. Jason was holding your military tags, which Tim's selfishly kept to himself when you "lost" them. Technically, he stole the tags from you, but you can always get a new set. You'll be matching! He did feel a little bad that you got in trouble with leadership when you asked for new ones, but he's sure you'd be fine without the old pair.

"No."

Tim didn't elaborate further. The tags have practically lived on him since he stole them. He only ever takes them off for showers, which is how Jason found them. Jason scoffed,

"Good. You'd be a shit soldier. Why do you have military dog tags?"

Tim tried to take them back, but Jason held them above his head. Your dog tags are air jailed until he gets answers. Jason needed to know.

"Answer or I'll find a place to smelt them down."

Tim knew he was serious by the gleam in Jason's eyes, so he said,

"My girlfriend is in a special forces unit for the marines. She refuses to tell me which unit she's in, but I've narrowed it down."

Jason was too stunned to notice that he dropped your dog tags. Tim snatched them off the floor and put them safely around his neck again and tucked under his shirt where they belonged. He likes to say that you're closer to his heart with your tags under his shirt with the bonus of protecting him from any potential bullets. Even when you are gone, you promise that you will always come back. He's used to your deployment and the limbo you have him in.

"When do I get to meet her?"

Dick said from the doorway. He was passing by and overheard. His little Timmy has a girlfriend? When did that happen?

Tim touches the tags while thinking of what to reveal and what to keep private. He's never been good at respecting privacy, but he has been learning for you. He knows to keep anything you say to him a secret, but what about other things relating to you?

"Whenever she wants. I'm not her keeper."

Tim answered vaguely. He's flying to see you soon, and he doesn't want to be followed. You've been together for three years, but you met kind of awkwardly. You tackled him to the ground and wrestled with him after mistaking him for one of your friends.

Your willpower eventually overcame his reflexes, and he stopped struggling. You had laughed when you pinned him down and ruffled his hair in victory. It was embarrassing to him how quickly he submitted to you. He watched your eyes widen when you noticed he's not your friend. You took in the scene too slowly. You, straddling who you had assumed was your friend with your hands pinning his wrists to both sides of his head, and Tim blushing underneath you. Tim didn't know how to react either, so you both stared at each other before you started awkwardly apologising.

Tim was a mess, but he was an adorable mess. His hair was ruffled, and his clothes were wrinkled, but there were no bruises nor any scrapes. You were always careful to leave no injuries. He was breathless, just staring at you with wide eyes and a shyness that almost made you smile. He was so cute that you wanted to squish him.

You quickly got off of him once you realised how long you've been staring at him. You pulled him up from the ground when he didn't make a move to stand by himself and actually almost fell right back to the ground because his legs refused to work for him. He was understandly stunned.

This is awkward. How do you explain the tradition of you fighting your friend on sight? Your friend does the exact same thing with you. It was excellent training for your deployment to fight each other on sight without any prep. Enemy soldiers aren't going to reveal themselves before attacking, so surprise attacks help keep your reflexes sharp.

"Sorry. I thought you were someone else."

He couldn't get the image of you pinning him down out of his head. Nobody has ever pinned him down so intimately. You were gentle. Your hold would have been easy to break out of if he didn't stop struggling. It was like you only played until one of you got pinned, and then the fight was over.

Tim was still trying to remember how to function. What does he do? What does he say? He's all shaken up. He had to look away from you. He managed to say,

"It's fine."

He tried to sound like it was no big deal, but it sounded strained. He was pretending like the wrestling really took it out of him by fake panting, but you both knew better. You narrowed your eyes suspiciously, but pat his back and attempted to leave.

Attempted, being the key word. Tim caught your wrist loosely and nervously said,

"I, uh... would you... Can we... Let's... I'm sorry."

He didn't have the words with you looking at him like that. He was nervous. You smiled softly at him, and he forgot how to speak entirely. He could only stare until you took the initiative and asked him to go on a date before you leave for boot camp. He nodded, and that was that. You gave him your number and continued your run like nothing happened.

The date went amazing. It was a bit unconventional as you took him to a paint gun fight after showing him the gun and explaining the rules. You grinned every time he landed a hit and even wiped away the paint that splattered onto him with a fond expression. You opened up about the fear you have about joining the military, but your desire to help. You want to make a difference, however small or large that may be.

You kissed the bruising wounds softly and banaged the bleeding ones before he could even reach for the first aid kit you brought. You helped him up with a wild grin, and he kissed you until the adrenaline ran out. The guns were empty, and you both were messes, but your hearts were full, and Tim can safely say he hates paintballing. You took him to see a movie like a normal person next date.

Jason and Dick watched their brother soften further and further as he went down memory lane. Dick was ecstatic and already plotting to meet you, but Jason was confused why anybody would date Tim. Yeah, he's had his fair share of partners, but he's surprised every time he gets a date, let alone a girlfriend.

You were his mystery girl, and their family loves a good mystery.

[n0odlz]

NCC x ETC Headcanons

(No, these are not romantic (눈‸눈)

✦Family Ties

Bill & Aaron

• Do NOT let these 2 near each other. It's only gonna cause trouble for everyone. Christmas dinners? Tuh, as if! Thanksgiving? Forget about it. Heck, even a family trip to the water park! Just go ahead and check that off the list right now..

• Bill and Aaron are cousins, which was only found out after Bill and Aaron got into some huge fight about comics and how underpaid the artists are. Somehow, Mrs. Dickey got ahold of this information and immediately told Bill they were related.

"William, that is your cousin! You two should not be fighting."

"Mom, WHAT? I-... I-.. YOU- YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS! "

"Enough, William. I don't have time for your bullshit, especially since we'll be having a family get together this Friday. Don't want your aunts thinking I'm a failure of a mother, do ya?"

• Aaron is obviously older. And you'd think any time something goes wrong, the adults would blame it on him since he knows better. Nope! It's always Bill since Aaron could do no wrong 😇!!1! 11

• The only reason they could ever like or admire each other is because they both lead clubs. Aaron is the whole reason Bill even started the Eltingville Club and any time Aaron brings up the fact that he was totally inspired by his older cousin, Bill denies it with his whole heart.

Jerry & James

• They're brothers! How cute! Well.. No! Maybe when they were kids- actually, no. They've been arguing pretty much their whole life. Probably worse than Bill and Aaron. They're cousins, so they don't even see each other that much. Jerry and James is a WHOLE other story.

• Every fight starts because James is "Older and stronger" and there's nothing Jerry can do about it. James being such an asshole is what made Jerry into one too, no matter how much their parents tried to intervene, nothing would work.

• "Extract the problem" is what Jerry's therapist would say, but how can you extract the problem when you're literally forced to live with it till you're 18? Guess you'll just have to tough it out then, huh?

• (Based on what Mr. Dorkin said) Jerry would've probably turned out fine with a brother. He wouldn't have needed to hang out with the club as much (or at all). But that would only be if he had a little brother. See, little siblings would be easier to handle, especially since they're still growing. They're small and easy to train like a puppy, they've got no real interests or personality so it'd be up to the older sibling to influence them in the way they want! Now older siblings? Don't even think about it. "Who says you can't teach an old dog new tricks?" Well unfortunately, James isn't a dog. And he can't be taught new tricks either.

• If you're wondering why these two have different last names, don't worry, their mom is not a cheater 😸!! Their mom and dad couldn't decide who's last name to give the kids so they decided to give Jerry his mother's maiden name and James their dad's last name

• James obviously makes the million year old "ur adopted lmao" joke on Jerry just because he doesn't have the same last name as everyone else in their family. At some point when they were younger, James SOMEHOW convinced Jerry he was genuinely adopted. I mean.. How the hell do you even pull that off? THEY LOOK IDENTICAL!! DOWN TO THAT FUCK ASS BOB 💔

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This is HEAVILY inspired by what anon said in this post (anon, if you come across this post YOU'RE VERY INSPIRATIONAL)

(Also where I got the Jerry sibling thing from)

[whenmemorydies]

See this?

Carmy is about to pull this shit. He is really about to go in and likely blow up one of the only good relationships he has left from The Beef. After yelling at Tina from the pass. After stressing out everyone and their fucking dog cos he thinks this is acceptable behaviour if its all in service of a star?

This part of 3x03 Doors was such a jagged scene for me because of a few things (including what I've said above). What else got me:

Tina is someone Carmy knows, that Carmy loves (go back to their scene in 1x08 Braciole talking about Mikey. Go back to Carmy's soft "hey Tina you go ahead, you take the night off okay? I got you.");

Tina is an older woman of colour who has made the commitment to skill up so that she can work at The Bear after working at The Beef. Carmy has seen the work she has put in but in this moment, he pays none of it any mind. Imagine being T. Imagine how that would feel. Imagine how it would feel knowing all we know after watching Tina's journey in 3x06 Napkins. The thing is, Carmy doesn't need to know all of T's backstory to know his behaviour is unacceptable. The fact that he knows some of it and proceeds to act in this way is just more evidence of his white privilege showing its ass.

Carmy does not have the self reflexivity here to look at his young, white, male self yelling at this older WOC and see how fucked this is: how he's become another white guy in a litany of white men barking at workers of colour, not seeing Tina for the whole human she is but reducing her to a means of production. The racial dynamics on this show are so evident but don't get talked about nearly enough. I know the writers have crafted those dynamics on purpose because as beautiful a character as Carmy is, he's also a product of his environment as a white chef trained in a highly racially segregated field. This has repercussions for his relationships in season 3, particularly with the BIPOC characters in his life. @november-rising speaks about Carmy's behaviour in relation to Black women's experiences of love and professional recognition devastatingly here. Read their post and the reblogs.

While this shit made me so mad this season, it was also in character - as I've said here - for a white guy trained in fine dining to revert to established patterns of behaviour. Though, I'm gonna need the writers of the show to show US that they did this on purpose and have Carmy ATONE for this shit in season 4. Otherwise, what kind of redemption arc will this man have? This shit is hurtful to the BIPOC characters and BIPOC viewers of this show in no small part because white men the world over have a LONG history of using BIPOC people as a means of production and as a means of production alone. If you're unsure about this, please go look up the Transatlantic slave trade. Please go look up the history of colonial indentured labour. Please go look up The British East India Company. Please look up the forced labour regime in the modern prison industrial complex. Please go read a fucking book. And no I'm not saying Carmy is responsible for the slave trade (LMAO please hold fire if this is where your mind is going). I'm saying BIPOC folks carry with us a long ass history, an intergenerational history of this shit. But guess who else does too? White folks. So don't act like they dont.

This shit is also hurtful because we know how respectful Carmy can be. We’ve seen him in seasons 1 & 2. We know he knows what being a practical ally looks like (even if he may not have the language to name what he was doing) when he made sure to bring the staff of The Beef with him to The Bear and invested in them accordingly. We know he loves and respects them, none more so than Sydney. But there were so many times where he did not act like it in season 3. And when folks have got histories - not just personal but cultural too - as long and as loaded as we ALL do, actions account for a lot. What you do is the shorthand for who you are in the world, whether you like it or not.

Ok back to the scene.

Who comes in and simultaneously saves Carmy's ass and ANOTHER of his relationships? Who protects Tina and keeps the kitchen from exploding AGAIN?

Who supervises her sous chef like a fucking pro?

Sydney. Sydney. Sydney.

And who knows that he's in the presence of greatness but doesn't know how to articulate it cos he's not integrated, not by a fucking long shot. Who needs to attend some anti-racism training along with Al-Anon and therapy (so he can get the benefit of understanding his role in this system and get a better understanding of his own mind)?

Yeah you Carmen, you.

Better get on that shit before you lose the woman who is the beat to your whole heart another means of production to a chef who's going to pay her better, give Syd insurance from the jump and total creative control. Just saying.

[rockatanskette]

Semi-related to my post on how human conservation practices, but I have a cold today, and it's got me thinking about biological altruism—the biological imperative to put other creatures ahead of yourself, to benefit the group.

When talking about possible interactions with other species, we talk a lot about humans being crazy and thrill-seeking and impossible to kill. Never use a warning shot as an incentive to keep humans out of a fight; it'll just make them angry. And that's true. But a valid criticism I've seen in the "Earth is a death world" community is that according to our understanding of evolution, every planet must be some form of death world. Competition fosters evolution—the wolf with sharper claws survives when its litter mates die. You can't reach space travel without some casualties along the way.

But the dog survives because it makes friends with the strange ape carrying a sharp stick. And the strange ape survives because it befriends the wolf. Underneath the death world is an inextricable and undeniable layer of the bond world; the love world; the world, together.

I imagine some worlds are not death worlds. They're peaceful and tranquil. I suspect there are worlds far more deadly than Earth, where the skies rain diamonds, harder than any substance we know with the species to match. And I imagine that they are united in their confusion at the duality of humankind.

Today is a great example: I have a cold, and I want someone to take care of me, but the people who would are immunocompromised, also sick, or live 8 hours away, respectfully. I also want no one within the walls of my apartment or I will eat them. I feel gross, I feel tired, and I don't want a single human being anywhere near me, even if they did bring soup.

In my constant scrolling through my phone today, I decided to look up why the hell I feel so bad—why everyone feels so bad when they're ill. And the answer surprised me. I always thought it was because your immune system is active, so it's using a lot of your energy. That is part of it. Another part is that your brain and body are communicating across the blood-brain barrier to fight the infection, which is rare and energetically expensive.

But that doesn't explain everything, and according to more current research, it could also be what's called the Eyam Hypothesis: that we feel so gross, so we instinctively isolate from other people. We're too tired to deal with others, and so we don't infect them. Misanthropy for the good of the species. Of course, it can also backfire: one of the criticisms of the Eyam Hypothesis is that humans also instinctively care for each other. If my brother has a headache, I drive to the store for Advil.

Personally, I think it's a little bit of both: biological altruism. Either way, the majority live on. The first thought I had this morning when I woke up wasn't "I feel gross" it was "there's no way I'm going to work today." And while that might not be everyone's first thought, you don't even have to be a particularly altruistic person to not want to leave your home or your bed when you're sick. It's inborn.

And so when the human named Ismail comes down with a case of the interstellar common cold, his alien friend Dyos grows very concerned. Ismail is usually intensely social, almost off-puttingly so. Some crew members joke about how his quarters are for sleeping and prayer only; if he's home alone? You should be worried. But when Dyos demands an answer to the severity of Ismail's malady, the other humans just nod knowingly.

"Nah, he's okay, the medics already cleared him. It's not a severe infection."

"But there are so many...fluids. And his body has changed color."

There is a moment of confusion there until they remember that Dyos's species can see in the infrared color spectrum.

"Nah, that's just a low-grade fever. It should break in the next couple days."

"But he doesn’t want to play chess today," Dyos insists.

"Ohhhh," says human Claudia, finally understanding. "No, that's normal. Humans don't like being around other people when they're sick, it's supposed to be one of the major evolutionary advantages. Protect your community from your illness and the genes live on."

"So we're just going to leave him alone?" Dyos is troubled by this. He can go for weeks without speaking to another life form, but he has seen Ismail grow despondent when unable to participate in social gathering.

"Oh, no," human Claudia says, laughing. "We're going to employ one of the other most longstanding human evolutionary advantages."

There are many to choose from and Dyos settles on, "middle age?"

"Sort of," human Claudia opens up a small shipping container and holds up a brown paper bag tied with a colorful ribbon. It glows brightly in Dyos's vision, almost as brightly as human Claudia's smile. "His nanni's hot soup, express delivery."

[taldigi]

I think I realized why I like dog boy Yosuke and the direction you are taking it. It takes the "would you love me as a worm" question but applied properly. It blends like the connections between disability/autism and furries. Disability/autism in terms of pain of progressing the transformation and acting more like a dog and Yosuke feeling bad about it but Yu being accepting of it. Like any relationship that a partner has a disability you have good/bad days. And furries in terms of slowly not feeling human anymore.

It's when Yu takes dog Yosuke out and about and people are like "wtf why you bring your dog everywhere it doesn't belong here." The same vein as people get harassed when they are severely disabled and try to go out in public and are an "inconvenience" to others.

It's the feeling of not being human because you are treated like an animal so much (autism) that you try to repeat to yourself you are human but then one day you just say "fuck it, maybe I'm not human, maybe I relate to an animal more" then boom fursona unlocked.

Or it's when dog boy Yosuke kinda likes the feeling of action out of emotion/instinct and not have to rely on human expression and instead growl or raise hackels like all furries/neurodivergent people want to do.

It's excluding chocolate/onions out of recipes is relatable to Chrons/IBS people and dog people! Or buying buttons to communicate as a nonverbal dog is the same as a nonverbal human.

It's noticing seats/items that can't be used for your disabled partner the same way as your partner-slowly-turning-dog.

It's when any car noise/classroom bell is so loud to someone with more sensitive hearing is the same for people with dog ears or autism.

Or going hella angsty is dog Yosuke slowly losing his memory and Yu having to accept it. Like families having family members with alzheimer's. Do you still call someone your partner when they don't know who you are? When will Yu know when dog Yosuke's memory is fully gone? Will he wake up and see that Yosuke's eyes doesn't have that sparkle of humanity to them? Is that the "bad end"? Yu ran out of time to get the curse removed? Does Yosuke really want to be human? Why not be a dog and have your partner do everything for you? All you gotta do is protect him (and not bring your HP down to zero) . No taxes, no school, just you and your partner and maybe walkies every other say. Wouldn't that be better?

Yosuke saying "I'm sorry I'm such an inconvenience" and Yu saying "it's not an inconvenience to me cause it's you"

This is something I wished Persona 5 explored with Morgana or hell even with Shiho. Having people who need different accommodations than others and working with that and see how unjust society is if you dont have a full set of eyes/hands/functioning muscles or neurodivergent.

Maybe this au just scratches an itch I got. Or maybe I just want someone to massage my messed up joints and be with me when my flare ups are bad ;_;

Anyways, love your art as always!

this is a very generous breakdown!!

Yosuke loosing his mind is a very real fear i've only brushed on (with enough factors to suggest it be a possibility. When urges and behaviors happen- who's to say that it can't go further?) Personally, i hate bad ends, so it only stays a fear, and isn't ever a true possibility.

These drawings, specifically, were never mentioned to be: but follow discussions of that fear

However, it's an aspect i've touched on frequently with Morgana in B2I because I feel like Mona's story could have been more of that! He has to learn to control a body that is unfamiliar to him and act in ways he never had to before. He has to perform upkeep and behaviors and perform social rules he would never have to before... and he only has the grace of a year watching from the outside in. I think one of the few things i've written is actually Mona having a breakdown at being unable to hold something properly. (also, on disability in b2I: Ren suffers chronic migraines and Yu is blind)

[nerdcrawfish]

Transformers ONE spoilers! I literally just watched it and ahhhhhhh.

Oh my fucking fuck how come I like NEVER saw ANYTHING about the "I am done saving you" fucking line that was. Brutal. Beautiful. Horrible. Poignant as fuck.

I really don't have words at the moment. That's the birth of Megatron right fucking there. That's the end of D. Of D and Pax.

"I am done saving you." Holy shit.

Anyways god damn. TF One is really really good. I absolutely adored Elita-1 immensely. Her everything. Her energy. her fucking pep talk. He spazz session. HER MOVES!!!

i am. extremely gay for her. always have been. so ngl I was like: hm how did they do my girl this time?

VERY well. They did her excellent. It's like... A very great take on her. I adore it immensely.

In fact, I can't really say I dislike anyone. And I am extremely pleased to have a chatty goofball Bee again! I've missed having him! All the films have been muting him. And they keep making him like stoic and old. But nooo. He's a little buzzing bumblebee! Energetic and fun. I adored him.

I liked the Ancillary crews as well. Also Jazz speaking lines? EE!! It was ONLY a few but!!!! Nice!

Starscream is fascinating as hell. Like I am convinced he basically picked D as a new leader and when Soundwave held back Shockwave from throwing hands, it's because he understood what Stars was doing. I get people who read it like Soundwave wants to see Starscream get beaten but Sounders does not give me that vibe. Starscream is tired and unraveling. You can see it in his slumping. And like... His spiels intimidating the protagonists felt forced and tired. He really only gets energy when D starts showing aggression and making his statements and insults. Like. Starscream gets giddy to fucking fight. Like FINALLY something to follow.

And like... I think that has to do with the fact they were the High GUARD. They protected the Primes. They were the military. They FOLLOWED orders. They weren't made to make them. I think Starscream is unraveling from the stress of it all. Of the same feelings that the protags went through but not getting to go on a soul searching journey. Not him, not Soundwave, not Shockwave--none of them. They've been fighting to survive for fucking 50 cycles. And his statement of strength over the other--of bot over bot--being the true root of leadership. I have no doubt that's a product of Sentinel's betrayal and seeking to destroy the Hugh Guard. Of constanly running and having to hide--fighting maybe at first. No doubt at first. But as it wagers on and on and energon is scarce and non existent. Quintessons all around searching to destroy.

Yeah no shit they're tired and hiding and falling apart. They're hopeless. That's what they are. Not pathetic. No--without hope. No end to it all--only suffering. And like. The miners can relate immensely to them. They can relate to the High Guard. They're both pushed to thr bottom, treated like shit, all because of Sentinel. And no one did anything to help them. Either of them.

And like. I am really, really like this Megatron. Immensely. So much stuff. And like. His betrayal is deep. And I am salivating like a dog over his projection. That he’s so fucking disgusted with himself for believing it all--for being a cog in a machine. And being so disgusted with himself and hating it so much he despises everyone who believe it too. Because it's his most hated part of himself.

And that, he was just a miner with no prospects of POSSIBLY finding ANY of this out. And like? Eveyone who had T-Cogs? How many of them knew and were so complacent?

People who knew better. People who had opportunity to know better. All the fucking bots who just lived happy fucking lives while the miners were stripped of their cogs at online and made to work and work and work and they just. Never questioned it. Never looked into it. Never thought about the inequality. How they lived so happily off of it in fact. They didn't have to work in the mines for energon--they got to live better lives at the expense of the clipped wings of so many.

You know why nothing was ever done? FOR FIFTY CYCLES?

BECAUSE THEY WERE HAPPY. They didn't have to toil in the mines to feed themselves! No! That was for the NEW GENERATION to do.

Because how many of them were alive? Back before? How many of them came online into a world with the Primes and knew the High Guard. Saw them in person alive? And that every single bot that came online with them and after them ALL had t-cogs? How many of them are that old? And didn't question shit when it all changed?

Why didn't any of the medical professionals say anything? DO ANYTHING? They'd know! Or the scholars? (But also? Where are they all at? Hm? Why are the archives so empty and unaccessible? I know why. Sentinel.) But?

Why? Why was everyone so complacent and cowardly and weak? Too afraid for their own necks to stand up together and fucking fight for what is right. They could have fucking nipped it in the bud. Could have tried. Could have done something. But they didn't.

Instead a group of miners, with no t-cogs, so young and inexperienced with no support but themselves, no years of knowledge--NOTHING--had to fucking do it.

How wouldn't he be mad?

And how couldn't he feel so disgusted at the fact he believed it all so willing? EVEN fought Orion about it CONSTANTLY. He fell for it all. He was just like them.

So. He’s never going to be that weak again. That cowardly. That trusting. That... subservient.

No. He's going to rise up and destroy every institution that has ever kept him down. So it can NEVER happen again.

Yeah. Fuck. I. Really like this Megatron. A lot. His lines. His growth. The way he gained the support of the High Guard? The fanbot of Megatronus? The etching? It all. It's. Fantastic. His rage. Hurt. Betrayal. Becoming the Betrayer.

His bitterness at seeing Orion Pax being chosen as a prime over him. Of being--his rage, betrayal, cycles of suffering, the injustices--casted off by Primus itself.

Of being the wrong one. Of being ordained by Primus as being unworthy.

While selfish little trouble making Orion Pax who made everyone's lives hard all because he wanted glory and to "be more"--got JUST that. It was about him the entire time wasn't it? His quest for glory! His want to be noticed by Sentinel! His insane plots that got Elita demoted and everyone almost killed SEVERAL times. And yet? AND YET?

D is the selfish and bad one?!

THE ONE WHO WAS ALWAYS THERE TO PICK UP AFTER HIM?! TO FUCKING SAVE HIM OVER. AND OVER. AND OVER. THE ONE WHO GOT PUNCHED IN THE FACE. THROWN IN A TRASH. ALMOST KILLED IN A RACE, MINES, ON THE SURFACE, WHAT THE HELL EVER?

Yeah. D was in the wrong apparently. He was wrong the entire time.

Yeah.

Imagine going through all of THAT. Feeling THAT. Knowing THAT.

And being told your rage is wrong? That you should be nicer to those who lie and force you to labor for their traitorous bullshit, to build their empire of utter self-indulgence and lies--it was built on your backs and no one did anything about it. But no. Your rage is unwarranted. It's unworthy.

Yeah. The years of service--bad. Your new direction of newer becoming anyone's lesser ever again? Also bad apparently.

Just can't win, D.

Anyways!

I have feelings. A lot. I have questions. A lot. In a great way. In the "show not tell" way. The fucking amazing way. The one that has you sit there and hmm and muse and digest it all. The one that percolates and simmers and builds. Yessss.

Also those scenese swapping back and forth was very very very very. Fucking spectacular. The growth. The steps of becoming who we know they are. The decline of both. They're both declining. Orion literally into the heart of Cybertron and D into his rage and vengeance. Holy shit. Evey single scene is a step further downwards. Downwards into themselves and away from each other.

This is their growth into the individualities. The breaking apart of their "us"--and the building and the honing of their "I" and "me". They are no longer D and Pax. They are no longer a unit. They're individuals who are taking vastly different paths.

They're reacting differently to pain, betryal, deceit and grief--that's what's seperating them. They're too different.

And? They always have been. From the start. There just wasn't anything then to bring forth the starkness. Nothing ever to truly test that boundary. To test the strength of their binds. And for that, they feel like strangers. Like dealing with a liar.

Someone new. And they bith feel cheated. Lied to. This wasn't who you were before. Why are you acting like this now? Why are you not supporting me and are fighting me?

You can see it. In the traveling scenes. Like when D takes lead and Pax is upset. That's what that is. They're both trying to lead and they're upset the other isn't following.

It stopped being the old binary. Two friends. And started beinv vying for leadership. They want to be in charge. Because that's a coping mechanism. Finding strength. Taking charge.

They both want to fix. To be better. to feel better. To right so many wrongs. Especially the ones they and every other miner has been forced to deal with.

The just have different views of what that exactly means.

And what it will entail.

AH. I really would stab a person for a sequel. They gotta fight off the Quintessons and then Megatrons GOTTA use the defeat to take his claim. Please please pleae I NEED to see it. I WANT MORE SUFFERING. I NEED TO KNOW IT'S GOING TO HAPPEN AND BE INTERNALLY SOBBING NO NO NO NO NOT AGAIN. YOU COULD HAVE FIXED IT WHYYYYY.

y u p

any-anyways. i'm going to sob in a corner now about lost friendships and all sorts of undertones that mimic real lifes. weh weh weh.

See I like prequels like this. Because if it's done right? It will make you mourn what could have been. And? The entire time you will be living in thr fantasy. Even when you know it won't be a happy ending. You know how this story ends. And yet? And yet you hoped, for a little bit, for their sakes, maybe it will change this time around. But it doesn't. Because this story is a old one. And we all know how this chapter ends.

And now the next one begins.

[ohwellp]

Hello everyone! This is my first time writing a story, be warned that it is NOT FINISHED. This is just what i have right now of what is going to be a very long story and maybe eventually a book. I was hoping to get some feedback from those in the fandom, those who write and those who read. Constructive criticism is encouraged and simply saying something is bad will be ignored. I appreciate actual advice. This is the introduction to the story, very rough draft, will end up heavily edited. THANK YOU FOR READING! <3

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Silence. Right on cue, like clockwork, ever since I’ve moved here, as soon as it strikes midnight. The town falls quiet, save for the chirps of crickets and occasional dog bark. Everyone in town falls asleep simultaneously. Except me.

For some unknown reason, I'm not affected. Maybe it's related to my bouts of insomnia I've had only once I entered town. Sleep has never found me easily, but here even less so. This is why I'm up right now instead of peacefully snuggled into the warm duvets of my queen sized bed. I watch as the clock ticks by the seconds, the minutes.

12:01.

12:02.

12:03.

12:04.

12:05.

Just like the odd silence, a void purple fog rolls into town from the outskirts. I’m not sure where it comes from or why it appears, the same as everyone falling asleep. It’s confusing and yet intriguing at the same time. I’ve always been curious by nature. Not much happened in the city that I hadn’t seen before. This, however? Definitely new.

Always at 5 past midnight. Night after night, it hasn’t changed since I moved here. Without fail, not a second too late or a second too soon. I’ve seen it happen time and time again yet it remains a mystery to me.

Always followed by him. A tall brooding figure. At first I wasn’t sure what he was. Human? A creature? A monster? Or something entirely different? I haven’t got a clue. But what I do know is that “he” isn’t normal. I’ve taken the liberty to assume it’s a male. His figure is masculine even if I can’t see his face. If I’m wrong I’d apologize, but it’s not like I’ll ever speak to him anyway.

I’ve nicknamed him Ghost. It seems to fit him. Always emerging from the fog in the silence, not a noise from him, as if a vacuum sucked up all sound from the small town. He always leaves around 3 a.m. No sooner, no later.

Always. I’m not sure what it is with time and punctuation, but he’s always spot on. Maybe it’s some weird instinct he has. Hopefully I’ll find out by studying him.

Over the short month that I've lived here, I've grown used to his arrival. He never enters any houses, just roams the barren streets, looking at seemingly nothing, his purpose unknown. Efforts to converse with neighbors are quickly thwarted by confused and judging looks. They’re clueless to his presence or the way sleep takes them at the same time, that or they choose to be ignorant.

I, however, cannot.

I moved here from my life in the city, hoping to find some peace in a more solitude lifestyle. The night here, despite the silence, has become my home,but the gnawing urge to find more about this mysterious figure claws at the back of my mind. My cat, Nub, named for her amputated front right leg, spends her time at night either curled in my lap while I work on my laptop, or when the time comes, staring at Ghost. Often, I'll be up late either from my insomnia or from projects I have to finish, typing away on my screen to adjust the designs I've meticulously created for my clients.

Occasionally, I’ll glance up from my spot in the nook on the window sill of my room and I'll see him, wandering the streets, stoic. He’s always dressed the same: Deep brown bomber jacket over top a black hoodie that hides his muscles under the layers,Navy blue jeans worn from use and muddy tan Merrel Moabs. His face is covered by a black fleece balaclava with the upper portion of a human skull connected to it. The faded ivory color contrasts the darkness that surrounds him. He’s tall too. Hard to tell from afar, but I'd guess about 6'- 6'5.

From my knowledge, he seems to be dressed in military type clothing, possibly special ops. I remember seeing similar getups on soldiers who fought this crazy russian guy, can’t remember his name much, Morkov? No, maybe Makav?

Whatever, he was, he disappeared. But the tv showed the soldiers who fought him; although there wasn’t much screen time since they clearly didn’t want to be recorded for obvious reasons, one of their comrades had been KIA. Though the disgusting rat reporters didn’t seem to care much, they managed to catch a glimpse of the soldier's tag on his vest. Mactavish.

I couldn’t resist searching it up, I was bored. Couldn’t find a full name but I did find out the poor lad had been from Scotland. He had given his life to his team and to the safety of everyone.

I’m snapped from my thoughts when I hear Nub squeak at me, turning my eyes to the clock. Time went by quickly, I started work at about 9:00. I’d only been sitting here for what felt like an hour at most, engrossed in my designs. Yet the hour and minute hand stood vertical.

12:00.

I sigh and shake my head with a small smile as I get up from my spot. She has a habit of wanting to eat a late night snack right before he appears. I think she’s taken a liking to the mysterious man, always watching him from the comfort of her cat tree by the window. He’s never acknowledged our presence either; then again, neither of us have gone outside.

I hoist myself to my feet and pad to the kitchen, grey sweats hang from my hips and my lilac hoodie blankets me as I open a cupboard. Spotting the can of catfood, I grab and pop it open, dumping it into a small blue dish before setting it down, Nub immediately digs in, as if worried she’d miss her favorite show. I make myself a cup of coffee, the whirr of the Keurig fills the silence and then the familiar smell of roasted coffee grounds, caramel, my favorite. I plop a few ice cubes in and follow Nub to the window, her orange tabby coat vibrant in the dim lighting. I have to admit, it’s cool watching him appear.

I glance at the clock, seeing the minute hand tick.

12:05.

I sip my coffee, the warm liquid providing comfort as we watch the fog roll in, then Him. I chuckle to myself.

“Right on time, big boy.” Nub lets out a happy chirp, pleased her favorite entertainment has arrived once more. We sit there for a few moments, watching his usual routine, and then it happens. Nub jumps down from her cat tree and paws at the front door. I cock my head to the side at her.

“There’s no way you actually have the audacity to want outside NOW,” a hint of exasperation in my tone. I look back to the figure wandering the streets, my own curiosity growing. I know I moved here for a more peaceful life but…. My gaze moves back to Nub.

“You’re a bad influence.” I move toward the door; my mug in my left hand, warming my palm, my right hand hovering over the brass handle.

“I can’t believe I'm doing this. We better not get killed.”

‘Click.’

The handle turns and I crack the door, peering my head out. My gaze lands on Ghost, a few houses down, staring at some flowering shrubs. He hasn’t seemed to notice us yet which is good I suppose.

‘Meow.’ Nub pushes past the door, making a cringe worthy loud meow as she prances out toward the sidewalk, her own beady eyes fixated on him.

“No! Nub! You dumb little shit, get back here!” I yell in a hushed voice, eyes locking onto her as I set my mug down on my side table, rushing out the door, forgetting shoes as I hone in on my fuzzball. I dart after her, scooping her up in my arms as she reaches the neighbors yard, cradling her as I scold her.

“You dumbass! Have I taught you nothing?”

My lips curled into a frown at her, seeing her innocent furry face and letting out a sigh.

“Never mind, you’re lucky you’re cute-” My voice halts, feeling my arm hair stand on end. My hindbrain firing off danger signals as I feel the gaze. My eyes dart to the figure standing 20 feet away from me, locking onto the deep brown irises that gaze right back. I feel my heart starting to race. Shit. I forgot about him.

Ghost stares right back, silent as ever, the balaclava giving away not a hint of emotion. His eyes seem to be studying me. It feels as if time stops until Nub squirms out of my arms, jumping across the distance and to his feet. Rubbing against his legs and purring as she finally makes contact with the man she’s been watching for a month, her tail curling behind her, letting out a high pitched and girly squeak.

My heart drops in fear, expecting him to react negatively; my mind flashing with images of her getting stepped on, thrown, strangled by this entity. I’m snapped out of my thoughts by a deep rumble, a chuckle, smooth like whiskey. The emotions behind it are masked, but Nub seems to preen at the noise, continuing to purr and rub against his legs as she puts on her cutest act. The realization hits me. This little shit is tryna woo him.

I turn my attention to him, he’s no longer looking at me. This man–? entity? Creature–i? Is focused on Nub; he reaches down and I tense, preparing for the worst. Instead of harming her, he scratches the top of her head with a gloved hand and a gentleness I wasn’t expecting from such an intimidating being.

Nub continues to rub against him–seemingly ecstatic from his attention until he gives in and picks her up, cradling her in his arms; she immediately takes advantage of her new height and gently headbuts his masked chin.

I’m stunned. I wasn’t expecting him to pet her, more or less treat her with such care; my tension eases a bit as I witness the tenderness in his actions, though I stay wary. He may be nice to her for the moment, but he’s still a stranger that's intertwined with this strange town and I haven’t seen his reaction toward a human yet.

As if sensing my thoughts, he finally looks back at me, his emotions still hidden. I feel my breath hitch, caught in my throat, my muscles preparing for an attack. His shoes thud on the ground with each slow step he takes as he starts his approach. My mind races with ways to distract him to reach my home; Nub is clearly fine on her own.

He stops just two feet away from me, his form towers over mine, dwarfing me in comparison, my eyes widen now that I see him up close. He emanates danger; his presence suffocating. The voice that comes from him is rough, heavy, filled with pre-warning by default.

“I believe this belongs to you.”

His thick British accent shocks me, catching me off guard as he holds Nub in his muscular arms. I’m at a loss for words, trying to process how he can sound so….Normal. His unique appearance and the situation in which he appears are so bizarre, but he seems so human.

I finally manage to find my voice, though my brain hasn’t quite caught up as I stumble over my words.

“I- you’re- she-” I suck air in and shake my head slightly, snapping out of my daze. Pull yourself together,you’re embarrassing yourself.

“Yes. She’s mine….she’s very curious.” My gaze holds his, feeling like I’m being scrutinized.

“Quite the dangerous quality. Especially when out late at night.” His tone laced with amusement and implied questions as his stare bores into my soul, searching.

I scramble for an answer. Why was I out here with Nub. The reasoning seems stupid now in hindsight.

“Ah- well uhm, we’re usually up late and she likes to watch you and wanted out this time.” I hurry through an explanation, feeling my cheeks heat up in embarrassment; Nub mewls in agreement.

His eyes narrow through the holes in his mask, judging. There's a flicker of curiosity in his chocolate orbs as he speaks.

“How…are you awake?” His question is blunt and reminds me that I'm the only person who doesn’t fall asleep at 12:00.

“Oh- I- uh-” My mind blanks as I fight for some semblance of competence. How am I awake? I had never thought about it too much before. Yeah it crossed my mind but I didn’t dwell on it because it never seemed too important.

“...I suppose…I’m not all that sure,” I cringe at how hesitant I sound. God, I’m pathetic. “I never really questioned it….not like it changed anything for me.” My eyes focus back on him, trying to gauge his reaction. He lets out a small grunt in return before speaking.

“My fog tends to knock everyone out, not you though. You’re the first to resist it.” He steps closer, leaning in as he examines me. His voice gruff, almost annoyed at his own confusion. I suddenly feel like an amoeba underneath a microscope, my every move being accounted for. I can smell him now, he’s so close. Sandalwood and gunpowder.

[fandomfucker]

💳 💥💳💥💳💥💳 Rhea Ripley social media posts / talking bout her girlie in interviews part 2 pleaseeeeeeeee 🥵🙏

I mean, if yall are insisting…🤷‍♀️

For the purposes of this, you're not a wrestler

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/fandomfucker/745782885181734913/do-you-think-you-could-do-one-for-rhea-were-its?source=share

Also, currently getting my first tattoo as I write this so please ignore any possible grammatical errors

With the ass video going around, you’d repost it with a “😋🍽️” caption and she would immediately repost it with a “🙇🏻‍♀️🍑🍽️” or sum shit to rile up the fans

You don't have a hug social media following yourself, but they do often ask for more content. Specifically outfit of the day(s)

You make Rhea do them with you because she makes you feel more confident and in every video you can see her just staring at you in the mirror the whole time

I've already said Rhea will bully people off the internet for being me to you. But you? Oh my god you’re worse than Rhea is

If one of her co-workers says something even slightly unkind about her in an interview (Becky👀) you will go with Rhea to her next show and find them backstage

You don't even wrestle or fight but Rhea has had to pull you away from multiple people now because you will fight anybody and everybody for her

One of said fights happened to go viral online, no punches were actually thrown as Rhea had dragged you back first though

People online either loved the love between you two as a couple, or wished they had a partner absolutely willing to throw hands will someone over them

Rhea would do your makeup for videos and she'd always do her makeup on you to see what it would look like

She also does voiceovers on your own makeup videos, or a day in the life, or something

The fans always eat it up too cause Rhea's commentary is hilarious

Whenever you're backstage and Rheas going to take photos, she’ll ask you to do the shoot with her so that her fans, and yours, can get sexy pictures of you both to thirst over

Totally not because she loves seeing you both look like that and wants a picture for her lock screen

Rhea started a war of bad facetime screenshots between the two of you on Instagram and you're determined to win

To the point that you have called people to interfere in the background while Rheas at work to get a bad reaction photo out of her

She's too proud to admit it, but it's worked several times

Your tiktok has pretty much become a house reno account

You build all the furniture and shit, make the cool decorations and put them up, paint, do everything yard-eorl related while Rhea picks out what's pretty and the pretty colors

She'll also help you carry heavy stuff around cause she's jacked and you like watching her work but she mainly kinda just like, flounces around

The fans are dying for the two of you to have a show on HGTV together

Which may or may not be in the works

SCARY DOG TREND

It went VIRAL

that's how most mosherz were introduced to you as Rhea’s partner

You started vlogging, though not very often, just so that you could have the permanent memories of all the different experiences between you and Rhea

You only post like once a week but people eat it UP

You have your own merch now

Most of its the two of you but there is a shirt or two thats just one of you

There are mercy plushies of both Barry and Luna that you always have to put up for pre-order cause they sell out in seconds

Clothes for said plushies are in the works

She posts little video clips of you on her story the same way she does her dogs

And it's always the embarrassing ones where you're completely cuddled into her and shit

She got Saints of the Undead (the people who make her leather jackets) to make you a personalized one as well even though you don't wrestle

It's your favorite thing in the world and you wear it more than you should

Like it matches with nothing that you're wearing it with

But, it says “Mami’s” on the back of it so you make sure to wear it especially when you go with her to Raw, Smackdown, any povs, etc so that people know you belong to her

[dragoncoven]

Dumb Transformers One Headcanons That I Thought Of Instead Of Being A Normal Person

Warnings: Language. Talks of death and murder, but nothing worse than what has already happened in the movie. Sentinel "Prime" deserves his own Trigger Warning.

This one is mainly for if they ever go to Earth/can be applied to other versions of Transformers: the one vehicle that no transformer can take after as an alt form is the Tesla Cybertruck. That vehicle is so much of a mechanical failure that it's physically impossible for any of them to even scan it. If anyone tried to transform into one, they would get contorted into a metal cube- like the ones that Wall-e makes- and it would take several medics to undo the damage. That's how bad it is and IRL I'm convinced that the so-called "truck" is made of garbage cans and fancy duck tape. They're better for being used as flying projectiles to hit Decepticons with. The owners can just get a new one.

Like the Bumblebee movie, TF One Bee would get his name from a human he befriends during a visit to Earth. The friend would still call him Badassatron every now and then when in a joking mood.

Pompeii by Bastille, especially the MMXXIII version, would make Optimus Prime cry like a baby.

I've been thinking and reading theories on why Bee was sent to Sublevel 50 since I first saw the movie. From the simple "probably pissed off Darkwing" to "accidentally uncovered something related to Sentinel Prime's treachery", but guys what if it's both? Like Bee loading the "trash" crates onto the trains like we see in the movie, but somehow bumps into Darkwing and a bunch of energon spills out from the crate. He is taken in and reported to Sentinel, who tells Darkwing to yeet Bee down the trash chute. The Blue Bastard joyfully agrees to do so since Bee has pissed him off multiple times on other jobs. He even plays a cruel joke by telling the optimistic bot that he's got a new job for him. The whole energon debacle was forgotten over time by Bee until he goes to the surface and uncovers the truth.

Speaking of Darkwing, he runs away from both Autobots and Decepticons fearing punishment from both leaders (Optimus would put him in jail for abuse to minors and aiding and abetting Sentinel like in the headcanon above, Megatron would just give him the old Kit-Kat treatment) and would end up being spotted by the Quintessons. He's the first Cybertronian they have seen since Sentinel promised them more energon so they kidnap and question him about why they haven't received any shipment since then. They kill him after Optimus sends them that message at the end of the film saying that they won't be receiving any more energon and leave his scrapped body on Iacon's doorstep as their war declaration. Sorry that was a little dark, but I just hate the dude. Not as much as I hate Sentinel, but it's pretty close.

Speaking of Blue Bastards, Sentinel's wings are add-on upgrades that were mainly for cosmetic purposes and that's why they seemed to come off so easily when D-16 was fighting him and they both crashed to the ground.

D-16 would have mained King Dedede in Smash Bros. Dont ask me why. I just like the way "dee" sounds.

Referring to the second Bee headcanon, Sentinel did tell Darkwing verbatim to "yeet B-127 to Sublevel 50 or something, I don't care just make sure he doesn't leave". I hate them so much I hope they both die in agonizing ways (Thank you Megs for taking out the trash).

Sometimes, in order to convince D-16 to get involved in his shenanigans, Orion Pax would bring out the puppy-dog eyes and Dee is helpless against it. He does manage to build up an immunity against it and that's why Orion didn't use it to convince him to participate in the race.

Optimus would later regret that part of his life because Bee uses his own puppy-dog eyes to convince him to give him extra missions or a cookie or something.

Elita trained Badassatron in fighting and also helps him realize when someone is being mean or taking advantage of him, that boi is naive even after the movie.

Anyone caught, tried, and convicted of knowingly helping Sentinel Prime with his evil acts (so Airachnid and those golden drones if they were sentient) during his reign is sentenced to 2 eons (or whatever is considered a very long time for transformers) of jail time with community service, stuff like building new housing quarters for the newly cogged former miners and tearing down whatever Sentinel statues weren't blasted off by Megatron and the High Guard and cleaning up after the ones that did. Optimus Prime may be trying to be peaceful and forgiving but he ain't a wuss.

Those who managed to slip through the cracks of the Iacon's new Justice system still become social pariahs and even if they join the Autobots in the coming wars, no one ever fully forgives them.

Because depending on how Cybertronians are born, I find it hard to believe that Sentinel managed to be there to take every t-cog out of every bot before they onlined. He probably paid off some nurses or something to do his dirty work for him.

Elita destresses after every day by doing something completely unrelated to kicking ass and taking names- writing crack fanfic of the Primes. She keeps it private and publishes under a pen name- especially when her former-worst-employee-in-the-world becomes a Prime. No one can ever know.

Bee finds out when using her computer because she forgot to close the Cybertronian equivalent to Microsoft Word. Everyone in Iacon knows who writes the funniest Prima×Megatronus fics by the end of the day.

Orion is a semi-constant reader, but once recognized a scene from one of her stories because he and D pulled that exact same stunt once and Solus reacts the same exact way that Elita did to them. As Optimus Prime, he now knows why he got deja vu.

No one makes fun of Elita for it, but she gets hounded by fans of her writing so much that she threatens to knock out the next person who brings it up to her in person. Despite this she keeps her Cybertronian A03 account alive and even still makes posts. Though she borrows less from her private life now.

She also absolutely refuses to write anything about Optimus Prime because that's her friend.

Bee learns better control of his knife hands over time and cooks with them now. Wait. Do Transformers even cook meals like us humans do? They have energon cubes in all sizes but that's the only thing we've seen them eat so far. Do they try anything with the plants and animals that they find on the surface? Cyber-deer venison, anyone?

I'm gonna cut my ramblings off now. Maybe there'll be a next time. Idk.

[palenutbasement]

(all scenes are depicted as platonic)

So every Inktober I try to do something more challenging, and this year I thought I would make a short comic/fanfic. I think I got the idea for this one a year ago but I was already wrapped up with another Inktober. Eventually I solidified the idea by making my own prompt list some time ago.

This comic is split into three parts with 10 days focusing on each of them, 30 in total, everything is compiled here. I wanted to post them after October in case I wanted to change anything.

This first part takes place in the summit.

The comic is basically all improvised, that means no planning for the composition, plot, or sketching any drawings. The most planning I did was write a few scripts ahead of time within the month to save me some time but most of them would be changed last minute anyways.

As for the plot, I won't go too deep into it because I don't want to talk too much, so you'll just find commentary on the making of the comic and stuff.

This first part is a little gimmick-y compared to the next two, with new elements appearing almost every day. It’s because I relied a lot on the prompts (dog, milk, etc.) to keep things happening, eventually I move further away from them.

What is surprising to me is how much the art changes as the days go by especially within the span of one month. I did refine a few things to keep it more consistent but this is nearly indistinguishable from the original drawings.

I should also mention that my favourite aspect of this project was adding references to the game and subtle details (if you can find it all, awesome!!) This may have been done quickly but I like to have those things and put at least a bit of effort into the dialogue.

Part 2

Eventually I figured that drawing the same setting for 30 days straight would drive me insane, hence why this comic is split like it is. I’m glad I did because it makes the story a little more interesting, seeing the characters have different attitudes in different places and whatnot.

This one takes place in the cave directly after pt 1. Admittedly I do better drawing outdoor settings, it's what I'm used to, but the cave wasn't so bad to figure out.

I remember these two days I was streaming drawing the comic to my friends, so I kinda zoned out while we were talking lol

One of the prompts was about napping, so I made Dwarf sleep. I believe I was tired that day too and it was therapeutic to draw and include that. Also they look cute, I think.

18 & 19 have some of my favourite drawings in the comic. The campfire lighting is what we'd get if I had a bit more energy each day, and I like the perspective in the first panel of 19.

I find this last section interesting, because of all the 30 days, it’s the only one in Dwarf’s POV. I felt like it was fitting to do something like that at the time.

Part 3

Since we were approaching Halloween, I wanted to have a special part for it. It’s related to the other two parts but it takes place some time after. I’m really sorry it’s out of season, if it were up to me I would have had this post out earlier (thank my midterms for the delay)

Out of all the other parts this one is my favourite. Maybe because it’s more recent I’m inclined to think that way but it has some of my fave moments that I've written here.

Other than that I don't have much commentary for this part. More thoughts at the end!

I was caught up everyday atp, but I didn’t have much spare time to prepare for the ending (I wrote it the morning of that day). I think this is a decent conclusion though.

I intend on coming back to this story, maybe next year to make a continuation but we'll see what happens. There are definitely things that I want to come back to someday.

Thank you for making it this far btw. It's been an eventful month for me beyond this (Untitled) comic, but there wasn't a single aspect of this that I didn't enjoy doing. It's a silly project and I care about it.

Also, I'm not going to neglect the 31st of October! That day will get an illustration, where I will pick my favourite panel and redraw it. I want to take my time with this one so it's not out yet, but hopefully I can finish by Christmas.

[koolades-world]

Hellooo! I've been thinking about this for so long. Can you write the demon bros with a little sister reader ( around the teenage year maybe)? She's the 8th of the family. I think it would be really cute since she's the only girl in the family. Everyone will be protective of her and love her so much that Lucifer will have a soft spot for her even though she likes to annoy him. And what if she and Mammon are so close that they would together annoy Lucifer? Then Satan would be her tutor and Asmo would do a self-care routine with her. Okay, I think I'm babbling too much but that's it.

hello! yes haha this is such a cute idea. i have so many ideas!!

i did say sister in the title since it was requested, but it could also be read as gn or male!

enjoy <3

Demons brothers with a younger sister reader

you are lucifer's unspoken favorite! he'll invite you to eat lunch with himself, diavolo and barbatos from time to time, and the way he glows when you're around is so obvious to the other two, almost so that they feel like they're intruding on your moment

anytime you basically waltz into his room while he's working for whatever reason, he won't mind

you're the baby of the family, and he'd do anything for you, and you both know it

oh i just know mammon would SPOILLL you

i can already imagine all of the shopping days together simply because he wanted to treat you

he really really enjoys being your older brother and just loves you in general. he melts when you turn to him for everything, big and small, and he knows even the biggest of fights would never keep you apart

you can count on levi buying you any game you'd ever wished for, and of course he's going to either play them with you or be by your side while you do

don't worry, he'll always be there to back you up and if there's ever anyone bothering you in game, he'll steamroll them for you <3

he knows how hard talking about things can be, so if you ever need, his room is open if you need to catch your breath and relax

for anything school related, satan is the brother you can go to, and he hopes it's very clear

whether it's homework help or there's some pushy demons on your back for whatever reason, he's got your back

he's always looking out for you, even in the most unlikely of places. if you ever find that pencil you thought you lost last week on your desk, or a snack you were seriously craving is sitting on your bed when you get back from RAD, you might find satan in the background somewhere with a small smile <3

asmo is your number one fan! anytime, anywhere, he’ll be there to support and cheer you on

fashion emergency? no worries! he's got you covered no matter what. he's always carrying everything he things you might need and if he doesn't for whatever reason, he will find a way to get it for you

omg self care nights together <33 i can totally picture the two of you sitting on his bed together with face masks on and animatedly talking about your love lives together haha

if you thought lucifer was protective, wait until you see beel. he's not one to jump to conclusions, but if he even thinks someone is bothering you, he will bring it up with you and make sure you're alright

lots of late night snack runs together! he knows your favorite snacks at your favorite stores, so if you're too tired to go, he'll go and get it for you

when he gets back, the two of you secretly munch away together, occasionally joined by belphie

belphie might still act like he’s the youngest, but he’s fiercely protective of you just like his twin

so many sibling squabbles haha. the ones where you’re screaming at each other and then ten minutes later, you’re best friends again are the most common

together, you often team up to plead with lucifer for whatever you might want that day. he can’t resist two sets of puppy dog eyes at the same time haha

[nocturnalazure]

Non-sims interests

I wasn't tagged but I feel like yapping so... here you go!

Many of my interests have sub-interests because when I'm obsessed... well, I'm obsessed. ;)

Japan

This is a big one. When I was around 13, I got interested in Japanese language and culture through reading manga. I went to Japan for the first time when I was 17, and I've been returning there about every 5 to 6 year. Most of my Japanese language skills are self-taught, although I did take evening courses every now and then. I'm far from being fluent, but I can get by in basic conversations. I've read countless books on Japan, and I have a degree on Asian culture. I'm often identified at the "Japan expert" everywhere I go, and I'm frequently asked for traveling tips.

Sub-interest was manga and anime of course. It used to be a huge interest of mine when I was younger. It wasn't that common in the 90's/early 2000's and I was so obsessed that I had read almost everything that was published at the time. I had my favorites of course, which were sub-interests in themselves because I collected everything related to them. I had even started building a website (we're talking about 2001 here, if you wanted a website, you literally had to code it yourself). I also drew my own manga (*cringe*). And I met my husband on a manga/anime forum. :) Now, I only occasionally read manga or watch anime, but it's been a huge part of my life for a very long time and I can still obsess for months over an anime or a manga that I really enjoy.

I've always listened to a lot of Jmusic, particularly when I was a manga nerd, but even now. I listen to any genre as long as it's in Japanese: pop, rock, metal, funk, soul, reggae, rap, jazz, electro, traditional... I know obscure Japanese bands that even Japanese know nothing about. I can also sing in Japanese and karaoke is a sub-interest of mine. ;) I sometimes organize karaoke sessions with myself!

And then when my manga obsession was decreasing, I got into Jdramas (that was around 2008-2012). I watched more than a hundred of them, at a time when it was a lot less available than it is now. You had to actually download each episode on malware-ridden websites. Even if I don't watch as many dramas as I did at the time, I still know many Japanese actors. :)

Reading

I'm on GoodReads and The Story Graph so I can keep up with my library (I love stats and lists!). I've tried to list all the books I've ever read, and without counting manga or comics, it reaches more than a thousand (70% English - 30% French). My average for the past 5 years is 80 books per year, of which 20% are comics/manga/graphic novels. My favorite genre is fantasy, followed closely by historical novels, romance and sci-fi. I read about 15-20% non-fiction (psychology, history, sociology, feminism, biographies/memoirs, essays,...). I love anything set anywhere in the world between the 1800s and 1930. Regency and Victorian eras, as well as the Meiji period in Japan, are sub-interests of mine.

Another sub-interest I've developed is analyzing plot and character development, what works and what doesn't. Also: the different themes and sensitivities in different cultures. I find it fascinating, and of course since writing is a sub-interest of mine, I do try to get some tips for myself.

Dogs

I never do things in halves, so when my husband and I decided to adopt a dog, I went all in. I started reading about dog breeds, about how to take care of a dog, how to train them and the kind of food they can eat. Now I can't see a dog and not go 'awww'. If there's a dog in the room, you'll find me right next to it, trying to make friends.

Sustainable Lifestyle

I've bought my groceries from organic shops for more than 15 years. I've always loved good food, made with quality products, so combined with my interest for environment, that was an obvious choice for me. I cook myself just about every single meal. I like to make it nutritious, balanced and healthy, and I use tons of fresh herbs and spices. I'm careful about what I buy, so that there is no waste and so that I buy at a fair price from a local producer preferably.

My cosmetics are entirely natural and for the minor injuries and diseases, I use natural solutions as much as I can. I know quite a bit about essential oils, aloe vera and the like. ;) I've tested a lot of different products before I could identify those I liked best, so I know many organic cosmetic brands. I also clean my house with products that are both biodegradable and environment-friendly.

I love fashion and decoration, but I've drastically cut my shopping expenses for the past 10 years. I've been very careful about what I buy, trying instead to find the one quality piece that matches best with the rest of my clothes or with my general style. I've spent a lot of time analyzing my closet to identify the colors that most suit my skin tone and how to match outfits in the best way. If I have to buy something, I try to buy it second hand if I can. Having less clothes and a consistent style seems to pay off, because it takes me less time to get dressed in the morning and I often get compliments. :)

Food

As explained above, I love good, homemade food, but I also love going to the restaurant. My cooking is simple and unsophisticated, so I really enjoy ordering stuff that I could never do myself. I'm curious about new experiences, I can try just about anything: roasted grasshoppers, natto, pig's ear or even cow's teat. I've been lucky enough to go to very fancy restaurants (unlike Erik, I'm quite comfortable with menus ;)) and it's always a pleasure for my taste buds. My friends know I'm a food buff and I'm often asked for restaurant recommendations or to explain an ingredient.

[oonajaeadira]

Okay, who wants to hear about today's moment of magic?

Long story under the cut.

So the SO and I are getting married next month. It's really not a big deal, we're literally going down to the courthouse with @feathersandfoxtails and another bestie on the anniversary of our first date, signing the papers and doing an at-the-counter ceremony. We've been together for 14 years and own a house and a dog together. When it comes to loving and pledging our lives to each other, it's something we've grown into and we choose each other every day. Our families know we're good for life, so there's really no reason to spend a bunch of money on a ceremony. We've got everything we need, we go on "honeymoons" all the time, and we're both theater people, so it's just another event to plan and stage manage and produce and honestly, we'd both just rather put on another show with that cash than have our moms get nuts about invite lists and catering choices.

ANYWAY. With 2025 looming and all the uncertainty it's bringing, I just want it to be official in the eyes of the state so that's never a question. This dude goes up to the cabinland by himself and builds cabins 7 feet off the ground and runs chainsaws and such. If he ends up in the hospital, I don't want to be turned away from holding his hand through an amputation, you know? He's the most honest, trustworthy, good-hearted man I've ever met (if not sometimes frustratingly stubborn about being right all the damn time), and we share the same taste in just about everything. He's an inch shorter than Pedro with shoulders just as broad and eyes just as brown and a good mix of Frankie and Pero and Din and he puts up with my weirdness and I'm not letting him go.

So at one point he asks me if I'd like a ring. And I said no, mostly because I have a million rings and I like to switch them out and I'm not going to be taking up a good finger with one ring forever. My ladybits may be monogamous, but I'm not forcing that on any of my fingers. (That came out wrong. Oh well.) Besides, he's in carpentry. He doesn't like jewelry, much less wear it.

"I would for you," he said.

Cue melting.

But. Also. Another unnecessary expense. (Also, in true mischief fashion, I want to keep the marriage a secret just to see the looks on people's faces when someone like my nosy aunt's like "when you getting married?" and I can say, "oh, we are. Anyway. Pass that turkey...")

And that was that. Until I saw the script they walk you through at the courthouse.

At first glance, it's pretty short, literally an exchange of "do you?/ I dos" and exchange of rings and signing of the certificate by all the parties. No changes allowed, no vows, no "you may kiss," just cut and dry, like 2 minutes tops.

*record scratch* Exchange of rings. No changes. Aw hell.

Cue my online auction addiction. Did I mention that I have an online auction addiction? Surprise! There's a lot of lakeside property in Minnesota and rich folks come and go, passing on or downsizing or whatnot, and there's always fun estate sales going on, which is where I get a lot of my instruments and fun witchy supplies.

Literally the day I read that marriage script and was wondering if I could just fish out some rings from my jewelry box to suffice, this auction came up:

What you are looking at are two antiquities, Viking-era brass rings circa 850 - 1050 CE, the gold plating is pitted and old, but they've been restored and preservation-sealed. I did a lot of research on them and the company that they came from (as well as digging up info on antiquities/museum relations and dealers that may come in handy for a Thief fic at one point), and they're the real deal.

The sizes weren't listed (they were packaged in conservation envelopes, the box is mine) and so I lowballed a bid and was surprised that nobody outbid me. That never happens.

I told the SO that I'd won them and he's like, cool, how do you know they'll fit? I said I didn't. They're not meant to be worn. We use them for the ceremony and then shadowbox and display them nicely. If they don't really fit properly, that's okay, they're only there to fulfill the script. I'm not really getting a fancy dress or anything like that, so we might as well have one little piece of magic on the day. I just thought ancient Viking rings would be cool because he loves history and I've got me some Scandinavian blood and Viking thighs.

But y'all. The magic continues. Because I picked them up today...

And they fit us. Exactly. I'm kinda freaking out about it.

Even my atheist SO looked at me and said, "Hot damn. It's like it's meant to be."

Damn straight, boyfriend. Damn straight.

[grison-in-space]

Hey hey! Wyrd told me you trained your dog to help with executive dysfunction stickyness/ repetitive action and I would LOVE to know how you trained this. I am training my pet to do a few in-home things before I get my prospect in hopefully this year

Oh, hi! There's a longer post about this topic elsewhere in my Matilda tag you might want to check out.

A lot of my training approach is informed by the experimenting I did with alarms that interact with other senses besides acoustics during COVID. I got completely nonresponsive to phone alarms and things, and I was under a truly catastrophic amount of stress related to my PhD at the time, so my general functioning wasn't great and I really NEEDED external cues to trigger basic daily tasks. Unfortunately I have a pretty impressive ability to hyperfocus right past obnoxious alarms, and worse, I am very very good at absently turning alarms off or mimicking paying attention without actually pulling my focus away from the subject of my attention. You get a 5-30sec buffer of retained information for the purposes of holding up a conversation which I am continuously dumping. I am not necessarily doing it consciously, but that doesn't make it not frustrating. Especially because if a human does get my attention, many years of RSD tends to set me at hyper defensive right out of the gate. That's not ideal for a bunch of reasons.

Anyway, I found that vibration or tactile stimuli, as well as visual stimuli (I rigged a disco lamp to turn on at hourly intervals in a desperate attempt to track the passage of time), worked quite well to capture my attention and let me step out of hyperfocus enough to do the next thing. I figured eventually I would have to see humans in their meat suits again and people get weird about shit like this, so I needed something relatively discreet and quiet that shouldn't be disruptive to anyone else. I started thinking about building myself aids.

So the first idea I had was to just program a series of alarms into a smartwatch that could automatically attach them to alerts from my gcal, but it turns out that they don't have an api function that hooks up to stuff like "make watch buzz" and I ran out of bandwidth to deal with it. It eventually just seemed easier to train an entire dog to respond to a quiet alarm than to fight with the hardware and software to make a really good buzzwatch. I use a couple of different alarm ring tones to cue different actions just as you might train any dog to a word: this one means we go to the bedroom, that one means that if you take meds I get candy, and so forth. The actual sound of the alarm is a cue in its own right. I have some discussion in that other post about how I encouraged my dog to essentially play a game with me where she had to figure out how to get my attention without hurting (aka NO SCREAMING WITH YOUR VERY LOUD HIGH PITCHED BARK). Essentially, I'm shaping that out of whatever behaviors she offers me that successfully catch my attention, defined operationally to her as "standing up + sustained eye contact."

In terms of catching me when I'm tending to get stuck on something or stationary without moving, that one is less "Yes I and my dog are amazing and I've trained her to read my mind" and more "I don't make eye contact when I'm dissociating and I almost always am staring into my phone." So if Matilda catches me drifting across the kitchen glued to phone, she knows that if she rockets up and nudges me into paying attention to my body, she'll get a reward. Consequentially, she's a bit enthusiastic about this one and will sometimes ram passersby with her nose, so definitely figure out your failure modes before you teach the dogs anything.

[guardian5tiger3]

Tarot pick a group ....

Anything that comes up.

1. 2. 3.

One

You guys are what people call lovers of life. A lot of you are really into some form or forms of art. A lot of you are really wise, open minded , really psychedelic type of individuals know it or not. You have a fresh way of looking at things a lot of the time and other people may feel that way about you all. You're definitely something a lot of people and really what the world needs . It's like you would be something missing and things would be incomplete without your uniqueness. :)

Oddly I got something about fried food maybe some of you work in a restaurant but really I'm getting the energy that you should treat yourself like you love yourself and fuel yourself with love when it comes to anything you take in and just generally the energy you put yourself in and feel. I'm picking up a really light nice energy. So I'm getting a quote from Alan Watts . Oddly I can't find the quote I'm thinking of .. but I saw one that said " waking up to who you are requires letting go of who you imagine yourself to be. "

I seriously can't find the quote some of you should look into Alan Watts and what he talks about. Generally, though, I'm getting you're searching for something maybe consciously or unconsciously and the universe wants to motivate you to continue to do that and I'm feeling a lot of refreshing energy, so if you open yourself up and allow any energy the universe is trying to gift you that. I heard "a peace of mind" and felt in my third eye really calm. And I see a bird with its wings open now. So there's some information or knowledge or wisdom or something and you will find it just stay on the path that you're on and focus on any good vibes around and within you. Spring time also is looking good for you guys a few of you might be moving also seeing about someone adopting a dog if you thought about that this is saying you should or maybe you already know you're gonna idk. For most of you though look forward to spring I see seeds you planted growing metaphorically which is totally with the season, and good surprises and just really good happy fun light energy. Especially!!! If the winter was kind of rough. Even if you just didn't have fun with the weather if you live where it snows. Or any personal struggles with that being a metaphor for that, I saw a heavy snowstorm, so , yeah. :)

Two

I've been getting a lot of weather symbolism so far and I saw like a rain storm for you all. I also got two cards about conflict, in general. So if you can relate to any tense , irritating energy, anything negative going on this is for you . Even just negative vibes especially with other people or for some living situations even for someone something to do with a kid in your life so it really depends and of course is gonna be specific for everyone what it might be. Seems like you've been trying to stay stable and "hold your own" best you can while also trying to go with the flow in terms of regulating your emotions according to the situation at hand. I just got three nines in a row, 999. That can tell you this is all coming to an end around this time or soon ok. Really picking up queen energy too ..? This is kind of strange but I'm picking up on the energy of treasure like you'll have a surprise or gift or something good from the universe like a present cause of this stuff and just y'all being good people thru this stuff and everything as best you can and being very stable for the circumstances or in general, but I initially got it worded and presented like, treasure. Like pirates or something which is funny cuz I just got a pirate sword tattoo haha. I'm also channeling old cartoons for some reason, like Tom and Jerry specifically, the old ones, like when you were a kid chilling Sunday morning watching the cartoons with your bowl of cereal or whatever. That's a vibe a lot of people share having to be able to experience. I rocked with wacky races and Scooby Doo lol. Among others ..Maybe something you're manifesting now goes all the way back to your childhood, somehow that's a hint. I'm also getting candy and heard sweettooth y'all better be careful with all that or find alternatives so to not damage your teeth ok. And if any of you are eating cuz you're bored ok straight up I heavily got play video games lol. I can relate to that. Also going for walks. Some of you need to drink cold water and make sure you're focusing on hygiene in any way. And for anyone feeling like life is bleak or boring or whatever or unexcited I would say stick to a routine and keep yourself busy for now, things always change no matter what that's a rule of life, and something might come to you one day that's a good idea for something to do, a new adventure, hobby, maybe you volunteer somewhere cool or anything really, it seems like you'll just have an idea eventually.

Three

39, 41,14,13 ,15 all might be significant. Maybe something about math and how math works.....? Wtf... Ok....y'all might talk about the matrix or get references to that. Also a lot about nature especially.... During the day. Also about camping. And ....parks? Depends on who you are. Andddd 16. Right I don't know if this all adds up to something or what I've never been super great at math so... Or maybe something is straight up building up to something ...? Lol. Lot of riddle like energy in this. I got humpty Dumpty . Y'all WTF is this . ? This is so specific and doesn't make a lot of sense to me but what I just channeled was like a group of people or at least two chilling like campfire vibes and sharing something to smoke and just hanging out kinda..... Idk if you want a time like that you can manifest it or some of you already have vibed like that idk. Cuz I saw multiple instances around a campfire and not but mainly at night or in the afternoon ,also sitting on steps outside. I guess you guys in your lives right now it's a lot about synchronicities and ... Going with the flow...? I keep picking up on Dora. The explorer. Anyway y'all seem like ok if your lives are all stories at the end of the day and you're in the middle of your journey but it's like a dope journey ,like embrace whatever adventures you're on and all the obstacles you face cause you have a destiny at the end of it. And by end I don't mean the end end I mean once you meet the ending of this your life will go on, after the happy ending (didn't mean to say happy ending but I added happy. :) . ).... Are you guys just confused in life cause I couldn't tell you what any of this means but hey if it resonates than I guess this is your confirmation youre on the right path.

I'm really picking up that the amount of fun you have at this point in your life at any given moment is mostly up to you. I think there's some points in time in the past and future that are destined to be certain vibes. Like looking at the stars or you have a altercation with someone or whatever you know but , I heard "in the meantime" like, for most of the time you can kind of decide to have fun, make things fun, you're free to do whatever you want. Some of you need to hear and absorb that. You are free. So make the most of that. Whatever you feel in any given moment.

Also , in the meantime is a song by spacehog, me being me I'd say listen to the whole album it has a few of my favorite songs on there personally, but yeah that's a great song so I do personally recommend it , too. Also I heard space song, space, traveler. Maybe I'm picking up on song names and don't know. I know space song is obviously a song but idk about traveler or space so idk. If you know a song like with those words it's significant. For some reason I wanna say, have a good day, lol. I hope this makes sense if it was meant for you. :) . Y'all definitely get a happy ending. So worry less and enjoy the moment it couldn't be more clear to me if you resonate with any of this, you definitely get a happy ending and it'll all be more than ok. Just roll with it. ;) 💗