#don't... don't do this to opti

[muletia]

Because I just love stirring the pot, what if reader in the merformers au fell for Ratchet but not Optimus? I would like the ensuing drama injected into my veins.

You end up in the worst situationship this world has ever seen.

A scenario like this could completely break Optimus’ processor. His beloved, his dearest mate isn’t interested in him? Oh, so there’s no reason to live anymore type beat.

At first, he’s furious with his friend. How dare he steal the mate that was meant for him? He knew how much Optimus cared about you, how long he had to wait for you and yet he went behind his back and betrayed him?

But when the anger fades, when Optimus gives himself time to really look, he sees it. You’re happier with Ratchet. You gravitate toward him more naturally. That’s when it sinks in. He’s lost. And with your loss, the meaning of his life crumbles. It’s worthless now.

So now Ratchet faces an impossible choice. His best friend or his human mate?

[optiwashere]

This seemed fun, so why not do this for my babies? Portraits taken from art in this post.

Some elaborations under the cut...

Stats

Ages are at the end of BG3. Shadowheart is at least late 40s in canon, but I always had her as 50 in my mind. She has her birthday in my fic canon during the post-Absolute Crisis rebuilding while Asheera's won't be for another few months.

Asheera is ~201cm tall, Shadowheart is ~170cm tall. Roughly 31cm height difference!

Ship Parameters

Shadowheart and Asheera both enjoy being the big spoon and little spoon, but Shadowheart prefers being nestled in Asheera's embrace. Doesn't mean for a bit that the roles aren't reversed now and again, though.

Shadowheart wears Asheera's clothes all the time. Constantly. They are, of course, comically oversized on her.

They both use pet names for one another, but Asheera fancies herself a bit of a romantic so she likes to come up with melodramatic ones ("my Heart") while Shadowheart prefers "love" and "my love." Shadowheart also calls Asheera "my Lady paladin" a lot in the fics, but IDK if you consider that a pet name or not?

Shadowheart is undoubtedly far, far, far more introverted than Asheera. In fact, Asheera is pretty extroverted in general. The extrovert/introvert ship dynamic is my catnip, how could you tell?

So, the affection one I took to mean what they prefer. Shadowheart likes quality time and affirmations while Asheera likes acts of service and quality time. However, if you imagined it as what they do then their placements would be flipped.

Shadowheart confesses love first. Affection and attraction, that's technically Asheera.

Neither of them really panic about bugs. Asheera has a bad habit of killing the little creatures though, and she has serious thoughts about her own oaths when she does it.

Horse riding... Listen, all I'm saying is Asheera riding a horse with Shadowheart behind her? Yeah. But, like, if we're literally talking about driving a car then Shadowheart can drive but if anyone else offers to drive then she's going to take the opportunity to sit in the passenger seat, curate the music, and fall asleep.

Shadowheart knows how to cook because she's an adult, but she's just terrible at it. I'm sorry, she is a horrible cook to me. Her taste buds are all fucked up from decades of sampling/testing poisons, venoms, and paralytics as a Sharran. Asheera's not much better, she just knows that if Shadowheart cooks it'll be a disaster for everyone.

Shadowheart prefers discretion and Asheera loves giving her wife big, showy kisses for all to see. They have an understanding.

Despite the jealousy levels, Asheera is prone to overprotectiveness. After everything that Shadowheart went through in her life, after everything that Asheera saw in her memories and in the events of BG3, there's no way she doesn't immediately come to Shadowheart's defense at pretty much any perceived slight. Shadowheart finds it very sweet, but unnecessary. She can defend herself just fine. Doesn't mean she hates it though.

Shadowheart has the age on Asheera by a margin, and she spent decades in a Sharran cloister. Calling them "relationships" is probably a bit much to be fair, though. This doesn't mean Asheera is some naïve virgin! She's actually more experienced with long-term relationships than Shadowheart.

Levels

They're both extremely horny, especially for one another, but Shadowheart wins out on this one by sheer excitement to try out anything and everything that she thinks Asheera would want to try. Asheera isn't a prude by any stretch of the imagination.

Shadowheart is awkward in that "sheltered in a cult commune" kinda way. She says the wildest shit sometimes and expects people to just move on from it. Someone who quotes erotica with their friend in public is going to cause others to feel awkward. Asheera on the other hand? She makes things awkward by either being way too serious about a situation or cracking bad jokes about it; there is no in-between, and nobody is sure what to expect.

Asheera doesn't get jealous. Shadowheart is jealous of things that aren't really related to their relationship. I don't think either of them gets jealous over that sorta thing. Shadowheart just has to manage her feelings about family given that Asheera has one that loves her and she was able to experience a childhood and such. That triggers jealousy which Asheera finds normal and reasonable and completely understandable. It's one of those aspects of Shadowheart's specific trauma that isn't really something you "get over" and Asheera, while finding it hurtful and hard to deal with sometimes, relies on her training and oaths as a paladin to manage that specific hurdle in their relationship.

[harmoonix]

Tied together

Astroblog short Observations

Note: This might be my last post for 2024 😍. I really hope you enjoyed my content for this year and I hope you will be here next year for new amazing content 🩵🩵🩵 I wish you all a good 2025, may all your wishes come true within the next year ❤️❤️ by @harmoonix. Always remember that you are loved ❤️

Air Moon x Earth Sun combo natives are a good combination of feelings vs communication. Sometimes the earth sun won't let you to say everything you have on your heart

Mercury in the 7th house can share a similar love language with their loved ones, it can be close people or even potential partners

Mercury in Pisces natives get lost so easily in their conversation, sometimes you have to tell the same thing multiple times which is funny to me. Same to the 12th Mercury

Asteroid Eros (433) in the 5th 7th or 8th houses tend to fall in love with people who have a strong sensual energy = sensual couple

Asteroid Destinn (6583) in a synastry/composite chart can show the destiny of that specific relationship or partner with you

Asteroid Charis (627) in air signs tend to be the most charming when they talk/express themselves/their voice is something charming as well

Moon x Ascendant aspects tend to have such a baby face. Can be the cheeks, eyes, lips, and their ears. Sometimes their face can resemble a kids ones

Moon in Aries natives can be impulsive, something very known among the Aries placements. They also like to dominate the places or people around

Healed Taurus Placements can be a symbol of kindness. Especially if they're combined with a water placement together

Saturn in the 3rd house natives may lack communication in their lives because Saturn likes to restrict the house where hes located. Finding a way to express yourself is a key-to-go for an improvement

Men with heavy MARS influence will act so nasty, sorry not sorry Mars is a planet of war and won't sugarcoat anybody. These men can also have a bad behavior or talking too dirty

Chiron/Saturn in the 1st house = Things will start to get better with the years. Natives with such placements tend to have it harder early in life, but more rewarding later

Mars x Chiron aspects have issues related to their fears and insecurities. Sometimes your fears can be more violent and can have an impact on your daily life

Not 100% applying for everyone but natives with Mars or Pluto in the 7th house can experience one or more toxic relationships. And can be all the type of toxicity

Saturn in the 2nd house has the way long to go in learning about their values and worth. Even about how to spend their money and how to make them, money's worth

Saturn in Virgo/6th house can turn soo negative if things go wrong because they achieve to be perfectionists. It's okay to do mistakes

Juno in the 11th house can indicate ending up marrying your close friend or someone who was in your friend cycle for a while/can also meet with them in the online

Sagittarius Mercury can turn depressive if their friends or close people don't share the same humour as them. It is for the best to share it

Eros (433) in the 9th house can indicate meeting a lover while traveling/in school/highschool, can be an indicator for highschool lovers. (Not 100% applying for everyone)

For some reason Mars in fire signs will choose the be chased in a love relationship. They simply love it. I think that's a way to show their love but they also love to chase others its 50/50 with them

Mars in the 1st house natives will have that very intimidating look on their face. you'll clearly see their expressions and their hotness

Moon in the 12th house natives are so peaceful, like is such a calm place they like to keep in touch with everybody

In my opinion the most underrated houses in astrology are the 2nd and the 9th house because not so many astrologers write about these houses

Sun or Venus in the 2nd house can make the native a money chaser or money lover. They'll marry money if the option is available

Jupiter in the 5th house is such a lovely place for Jupiter!! Is a jovial house for a jovial planet. These natives often have a good personalty and inner core

Pisces and Libra Placements like to talk about love-topics the MOST in my opinion. It will be either a Moon or Venus to do it so. Even most singers who do love songs tend to have these signs in their big 3 or big 6

[sparkriddledfever]

Oughhh, imagine good sex relief with tfp optimus

He's deserved be relaxed,,,,,,

Could i request that (with f!reader but optimus's partner is sweetheart and wants him to relaxed <3)

That mech honestly needs it so bad. Hope you enjoy!

Warning: 18+🌶 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“I-I have to-”

His voice box hitched at the feeling of your teeth nibbling lightly at the cables lining his neck. Groaning lowly, his hips bucked up, sighing softly with a huff at the gasp leaving your lips. He grits his denta together to keep himself in control yet the feeling of your pussy clenching down on his spike had him rolling his optics back into his helm. The pleasure burned deep in his mechanisms, daring him to turn you over on the bed and rut into you fast like a turbofox till you are dumb and limp.

“Nuh-uh,” you pushed him back down onto the sheets before he could even turn you over, “You need to relax, Opti. You've worked so hard lately for me, for us to keep everybody safe.”

Trembling servos carefully clutched your hips, squeezing here and there the pliant flesh. He stared up at you in quiet awe as the setting sunlight from the window painted your skin, framing you in its gentle glow. Optimus wondered if he was worthy to be under this breathtaking being that stares at him with such care. 

“Let me take good care of my sweet mech, yeah? He deserves his award.”

He choked back a whimper at the loss of your warmth yet the praise echoed in his processor, turning it slowly into mush. The question on his glossa dies at the sight of your back turned to him and bent over. A small giggled at the dumbfounded look on his face as you grabbed his spike, giving it a good squeeze before pressing the head in. His servo clutched the sheet tightly, threatening to tear a hole in it while the other carefully guided your hips back down onto him.

“Careful handsome,” you rolled your hips, “don't want to have to explain to Fowler why I need a new bed sheet.”

“Ah, m-my apologies,” Optimus sighed sweetly, “it's just-”

He gasped with a throw of his helm back, almost snarling at the cheeky squeeze of your cunt. The giggles made him melt, it was too much, he feels so sensitive to everything around him. The hot air, the feelings of the sheets. His frame jolts at your gentle touches, gasping in time with your moans and honey-coated sighs each time your hips thrusts downward.

“Bet you like it even more if I just-”

His engine revved hard at your touch against his node, hips bucking up far to where he failed to hear a squeal over the sound of his vents and spark whirring heavily in his audials. He couldn't control himself. He couldn't stop his hips from thrusting up, pedes shuffling into a better position. Optimus couldn't stop his servos from clutching your hips, letting him fuck you deeper.

“Op-Optimus! Ngh!” Your hands cupped his servos, “you- unf, were supposed to relax!”

“Forgive me,” a shot of fire pooled from your veins down to your clit at his breathy, almost borderlining growling tone that sounded in tune with his revving engine.

Cheeky mech! You can hear that smirk in his voice. He wouldn't let you retort as his servo moved from the spot on your hip to carefully yet firmly rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts. You feel that the coil in your stomach began to tighten, threatening to send you over. Your hand slips down to his valve, rubbing his node that caused him to falter in his thrusts.

“C'mon, overload with me? Needed this so bad, yeah? C'm-!”

Optimus helm flies back, his intake dropping in a silent scream. Transfluid flooded your cunt deep and covered your hand. With a soft roll of your hips and tiny smack against his valve. You pant,

“Such a good mech, so good for me.”

[yourbloodysunrise]

Hello. How Huggy Wuggy, Mommy Long Legs, Dogday, Yarnaby and Doey would react to Reader who goes full-on "I'm getting all of you out of here" mode: picks evey single toy which is currently alive, quickly patches it's wounds, returns with it to the exit (somehow avoiding every single obstacle), leaves the toys there, promises to return, tells them to not try to eat other toys, do this with another new toy, and do this until every single toy is at the exit and ready to leave this place with them? Sorry if it's too much.

🌤️ — it's not too much, don't worry! I actually glad to see that you want me to write for Dogday and Doey, they are my favourites :)

🌤️ — please, enjoy!

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❝ No matter how much you want to, you can't save everyone. ❞

— FANDOM: POPPY PLAYTIME.

— PAIRING: HUGGY WUGGY, MOMMY LONG LEGS, DOGDAY, YARNABY, DOEY x READER THAT TRYING TO SAVE OTHER TOYS.

— RATHER PLATONIC THAN ROMANTIC.

— HCS/CONCEPT.

— TW: BAD ENGLISH, BAD GRAMMAR, OOC, MENTION OF VIOLENCE, MENTION OF DEATH, SOFT ANGST.

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— HUGGY WUGGY:

☆ ┈ Since you won't see any other living toys in chapter 1, the action will take place in chapter 4.

☆ ┈ First of all, Huggy is furious. He is injured and in great, great pain, not to mention that when he fell, he realized that he has a lot of competition in who will eat whom, and it will not be easy for him to survive with wounds.

☆ ┈ However, he survives, and that's not good for you.

☆ ┈ Huggy Wuggy blames you for everything, and, although, it's not surprising, so almost all the time he's just trying to find you to get revenge.

☆ ┈ And when he finds you, he first decides to follow you, since you are often in someone else's company.

☆ ┈ Apparently, this will save your life.

☆ ┈ He sees you taking small toys somewhere, as he heard, to the exit. It discourages him.

☆ ┈ Do you want to help them?..Why?

☆ ┈ In fact, Huggy almost feels insulted. You feel sorry for the toys, you want to help them, you want to save them.

☆ ┈ Why, even though others have done you harm, do you feel sorry for them?!

☆ ┈ ..Why he want you to feel the same way for him?

☆ ┈ Now, his purpose is changing. He doesn't want to kill you, but he also doesn't know what else to do, he doesn't know how to get out of here.

☆ ┈ Huggy Wuggy just wanders in the shadows, watching you, interested in your actions..

☆ ┈ For a while, you can say that he has no bad intentions, and he may even try to approach you purely out of curiosity about how you will react to him.

☆ ┈ ..However, unbeknownst to him, someone noticed his presence next to you. Perhaps Huggy shouldn't follow you everywhere, it could let someone think about it in wrong way.

— MOMMY LONG LEGS:

☆ ┈ Oh, that's so sweet! That you think you could break through her to the exit.

☆ ┈ Whatever good purpose you have, it just won't let you go.

☆ ┈ Although we know that Mommy Long Legs treats children more gently, and the sight of how you want to save toys makes something forgotten wake up in her..

☆ ┈ She won't let you leave just like that.

☆ ┈ It reminds her of how she treated children before the Hour of Joy came. She's not sure if these are pleasant memories or not, but she would like them to stay anyway.

☆ ┈ If Huggy is rather offended and puzzled by your attitude towards other toys, Mommy is jealous.

☆ ┈ You tried to help Bunzo even though he wanted to eat you. You tried to make friends with the Mini Huggies after you won.

☆ ┈ Why do you feel sorry for them? Why did you pay attention to them? You should have focused on the games, on her! Why? Why why why?!

☆ ┈ You can try to offer her help, but Mommy Long Legs will just laugh like crazy at this.

☆ ┈ There's no way out of here, she realized that a long time ago. Especially for people like her. It would be foolish of you to let a few eternally hungry creatures come to the surface.

☆ ┈ So, nope, you're staying. Even if she has to kill all the other toys, she won't let you get away, and she won't let you help them.

☆ ┈ Your only option to help others is to kill her. So, decide: them, or her.

— "Where are you going with this little pathetic thing? To exit? Ahaha.."

— "..But Mommy was hoping you'd stay forever! What makes you think that other toys won't eat your insides once they'll be free?"

— DOGDAY:

☆ ┈ When you reach out to help him, his first reaction is shock.

☆ ┈ Do you really think you can save him?

☆ ┈ DogDay feels ambivalent. On one hand, he is impressed by your desire to help him, but on the other hand, he has long since given up hope.

☆ ┈ He asks you to leave and abandon him, as he will not survive, but you persist and manage to free him.

☆ ┈ As soon as you freed him, the Ruined Creatures appeared, intent on devouring both him and you.

☆ ┈ DogDay tried to tell you to let him go and escape on your own, as your life was more important to the fate of the factory than his, but you still took him with you as you fled from the small toys that wanted to gnaw on your face.

☆ ┈ He is not just grateful to you; he is amazed that you did not leave him behind but instead saved him. After all, if you had stayed a couple of minutes longer, he wouldn't have been alive.

☆ ┈ He's amazed. He's almost certain that there might be hope in this forgotten place.

☆ ┈ Somehow, you've managed to find toys that don't want to kill him or you. He doesn't know how it's possible, but he's glad that there are still someone who haven't lost their minds in this place.

☆ �� Of course, you're unlikely will return to exit, but even in his condition, DogDay will want to help you.

☆ ┈ Please, let him.

— "..You truly are Angel, you know that?"

— YARNABY:

☆ ┈ I'm not sure how he'll react, but I think confusion will be the first thing he feels.

☆ ┈ Like, for him, you're helping the food, so he finds it strange. You, his goal, helping the food. Unclear.

☆ ┈ The Doctor will likely be annoyed by your attempts to help the other toys, and he'll encourage Yarnaby to kill you.

☆ ┈ He'll listen, but there's a doubt in his mind.

☆ ┈ The exit. You're looking for an exit.

☆ ┈ ..Exit even real in this place?

☆ ┈ Hm. Strange. But curious.

☆ ┈ Yarnaby is slightly interested, and watches you before attacking.

☆ ┈ You could try to offer him help as well, but..He will most likely try to attack you.

☆ ┈ If you manage to calmly approach him, it is only if he does not fall completely into the lava vat and you help him out, possibly by putting out his paws and tail that have managed to ignite.

☆ ┈ If you save him, he will be confused and will stay where he is, trembling and growling in pain. He will only allow you to approach him if you have extinguished him.

☆ ┈ Yarnaby involuntarily presses himself against your outstretched hand, trying to find comfort in your presence and imagining The Doctor in your place.

☆ ┈ He is unsure whether to attack you now or not. If you are The Doctor's enemy, you would not help him, would you? He's so confused...

— DOEY:

☆ ┈ He almost feel how his thoughts is drifting away when he sees this.

☆ ┈ When Doey first met you, he wasn't completely sure about you. Ollie said that he can trust you, and he would like to think so, but he still doubts you.

☆ ┈ His trust in you is small at first. But it accelerates very, very fast. Faster than you would like.

☆ ┈ Poppy told Doey what happened to you. And, admittedly, you suffered at the factory too. Not like him and the others, but you've done yourself a lot of harm.

☆ ┈ He's developing towards you..sympathy.

☆ ┈ You're nice with the toys from Safe Heaven. It makes something inside him shrink, the memories of how he once behaved with other orphans almost make him go crazy.

☆ ┈ Everyone is starting to like you. Matthew for how gentle you are with toys, Jack for reminding him of his parents. And since the personalities of all three are connected, Kevin also has thoughts of affection for you.

☆ ┈ And no matter how much he starts to get attached to you, when you tell him your opinion that you should evacuate toys from Safe Heaven (obviously suspecting something), he is against it.

☆ ┈ It's dangerous outside, Doey can't risk losing the toys in Safe Heaven! Including you..

☆ ┈ They're his family..But now you are too.

☆ ┈ Now, he's starting to panic. What if you yourself try to evacuate others without listening to him? His thoughts are filled with those moments where you were on the verge of death, escaping from other toys.

☆ ┈ He's afraid for you and for others. Even if he tries to evacuate others, he will be there for you, every second.

☆ ┈ When it turns out that Safe Heaven was blown up while you were evacuating..He doesn't know what to do.

☆ ┈ He pretends to be confident in himself and that you will bring other toys to the exit, but this is just a mask to give hope to others.

☆ ┈ Doey creating a kind of new shelter not far from what's left. It's much less secure than the past, but he's trying his best.

☆ ┈ He notices the other toys next to you that you saved, and he's not against them. On the contrary, it makes you even better in his eyes.

☆ ┈ However, he soon notices that there are..hostile toys hanging around you..

☆ ┈ Doey intends to keep you safe, albeit in a slightly brutal way.

— "Heey, pal!..You seem tired. Look, our Safe Heaven is also yours, so.. Uh- here, you can rest in there."

•.✯.• BONUS •.✯.•

You sigh, shaking your head, leaning against a concrete wall, staring forward wearily.

You've just lost a toy you were trying to bring to Safe Heaven. The small version of Hoppy Hopstotch you tried to save took the hit when Yarnaby attacked you..

You've lost count of how many toys you've lost like this. Guilt consumes you because some of them willingly sacrificed themselves to help you.

You look down at the two trembling, tired toys clinging to your leg. No matter how much you've suffered from failure, there are still those who need your help.

Gently pushing them forward, you turn around when you hear a noise. You tense up, but you can't see anything, even though you could have sworn you heard something fall.

— "..Is everything okay?"

One of the toys asks you, gently tugging on your pants/skirt. You turn your head to them and see them looking at you with their friend, and although their expressions can't change from smiling to anything else, you know they would have a pleading look.

— "Yes..Yes, it's fine. Let's move on, we shouldn't stay in one place."

You say it encouragingly and lead them on. At least you hope it's all fine..

..As soon as you get far enough away, long arm wraps around the corner of the wall, peeking out from behind it, staring at you in the distance.

Huggy has been following you for a while now. He must have discovered you a few hours ago. He's not sure, time passes terribly slowly here...

Wanting to step further so as not to lose sight of you, he takes a few steps forward before stopping, not by his own will, but by feeling something holding his other hand.

Huggy turns around to see what's going on, but feels something heavy gripping his arm and pulling him back forcefully, hitting him against the wall several times.

He growls, trying to break free from the grip, scratching and biting, before noticing who it is.

— "..Hiya there..Now, what are you doing so deep in here, hmm?"

— "You shouldn't have wandered in here. Especially near them."

..Uh. Huggy didn't realize that he wasn't the only one watching you.

..:*･ﾟ☆.｡.:*･ﾟﾞ｡.:*･ﾟ☆.｡.:*･ﾟ🌤

🌤️ — while I was writing for Doey, I had an idea that it would be interesting for Doey to think that Huggy wanted to attack Reader while Huggy was just watching, so I added this.

🌤️ — hope you like it, have a good day ☆

[lovckett]

SORRYIM BEING SELF INDULGENT AND ITS SPILLING OUT MY BRAIN CCCANT KEEP IT IN WHAT IF MEGOP EXCEPT IT WAS A STEVEN UNIVERSE AU UGHHIM SO CRINGE IMSOCRINGE

- optimus would be pink diamond

- orion pax would be rose quartz

- diamonds would be the primes

- the diamonds are EVIL here somehow . well . not really evil but they're morally questionable with implementing the caste system and whatnot

- megatron would be . i am not sure actually i want to say jasper . but to the left ???

- i'm thinking of the time steven beat jasper and that got jasper to respect him as a diamond but like let's say optimus was the only diamond to actually treat him like he was more than what he was currently

- he eventually fell in love with optimus but didn't have a name for it . so i'd just say until he gets to earth and learns what love is that he really wants to fuse with optimus .

- when the whole fake-death happened megatron defected and the diamonds are gone

- fake death would be blamed on the current diamonds ( primes )

- instead of shards it would be the matrix left behind

- I KIND OF WANT TO IMPLEMENT GEMS HERE BUT I UGWHHH I DUNNO . YOU KNOW WHAT . THEY HAVE GEMS . BECAUSE I SAID SO .

- the matrix is like an enhancer and it goes on top of the gem

- all diamonds have a matrix don't ask me how it works it just does

- OPTIMUS DOESNT DIE IN THIS AU but when he left his matrix behind he slowly started forgetting his life as a diamond

- megatron ducktaped orion's matrix to his chassis as a sign of uhm idk lost love or whatever something corny AUGQHHH IM CORNY IM SOSOCCCORNY OHHH

- after landing on earth doing the whole the-earth-is-going-to-be-taken-over thing , megatron finally encounters orion .

- the matrix on his chest wiggles out of the binds and basically just forcefully transforms itself inside orion

- omg opty prime reveal !!! he passes out because of the sudden influx of memories

- kidnapping

- i do not know where else this would go

[rowie264]

So lets talk about CaitVi and "show don't tell" bullshit and why it doesn't work

No matter how many posts I saw on this topic, the arguments in defense of Caitlyn's behavior are always the same - she didn't have to apologize out loud, because apologies would sound empty and she already apologized through her actions, namely:

betrayed Ambessa

let Jinx go

gave Kiramman's seat in the council to Sevika

Before we go into the analysis of these actions, I will tell you why this logic does not work and just sounds like an excuse. You see, if you really love a person, then you will apologize both verbally and through actions. "Her love language is action" is the logic of romantic novels about abusers' love interests. "Actions are louder than any words" I agree, but in a healthy loving relationship you should talk to each other. If you fucked up you must first apologize, and then prove through actions the words you have said.

Next, the actions themselves.

1) She betrayed Ambessa, went to war, lost an eye and almost died.

This has nothing to do with her relationship with Vi. Caitlyn would have betrayed Ambessa anyway (she didn't trust her, and if Caitlyn hadn't been prescribed a complete idiot this season, she would have guessed Ambessa's intentions earlier ((Caitlyn from season 1 could))). And the fact that she betrayed Ambessa, thereby protecting Warwick/Vander, it's just a coincidence. If Warwick hadn't been Vi's father, Caitlyn would still have had to betray Ambessa, because she "doesn't care about Piltover," according to Caitlyn herself. If she betrayed Ambessa just because Warwick was Vi's father, then this makes the whole arc of Caitlyn's dictatorship absolutely idiotic, because it looks like meeting her ex was the impetus for betrayal, and it just looks pathetic. The fact that she went to war against Ambessa does not work as an arc of redemption. This is literally her job - Caitlyn is the head of enforcers, and Piltover don't have an army. You can say that she doesn't have to go out on her own, just because she's general… but no. Ambessa fought alongside her soldiers, and if Caitlyn hadn't done the same, it would have mowed down the spirit of the enforcers. "Why is the enemy's general fighting with the soldiers, and ours is hiding behind our backs?" something like that. You can also say that she might not have accepted Zaunites into the ranks of enforcers, but I'll say nope. The Noxians had a real army of experienced fighters, and Piltover just had trained cops. Of course, they recruited Zaunites, because this is at least some additional support for your green army. It doesn't mean that she changed her mind about them being animals)

2) Let Jinx go

I love this argument, really. In the eyes of CaitVi ardent defenders, it's the most "weighty", so to speak. I'm sorry to disappoint you, but this is not the case, because you (like the entire 2nd season) do not think about the consequences of this act. Jinx's disappearance could not have gone unnoticed. There should have been an investigation. Yes, they had preparations for the war, but at least a couple of days passed before the arrival of Ambessa, and for a good week or more - although I don't think the writers thought much about it, no one will notice that creating a new uniform for your army should take a long time, right?)

But back to Jinx's escape. There are three options here:

there is a rat among the enforcers - and this problem should be solved DESPITE the approaching war, because the presence of a rat can greatly affect the war itself

zaunite got in and freed Jinx - cool, the enforcers are again exposed as incompetent, not to mention Caitlyn herself, because she is the Sheriff and is responsible for whole organization

Jinx somehow stole the key - that is, someone who did not do their job well enough, and should be fired + Caitlyn should also answer for this, because - repeat this with me - she is the head of the enforcers and let escape most wanted criminal.

In any of the options, the culprit must be found and punished, because the disappearance of the most wanted criminal who killed members of your government is too serious a matter. Maybe not during the war, but after that it should definitely be investigated. If you want to tell me that Caitlyn either doomed some random enforcer, or covered her tracks using her position… I have some bad news for you guys - this is not good for her redemption arc and her character in general.

3) She gave Kiraman's seat in the council to Sevika

It's a very generous gesture… but useless if you think about it for at least 5 seconds. In the Piltover council, everything is decided by vote, and Zaun literally has one hand (pun intended). Sevika will literally not be able to oppose anything with her one voice. Besides, if you think that after the war Piltover will treat the Zaunites better because of their help, then you are naive. At best, they can send some money/food/clean water as a token of gratitude, but this is the maximum. As soon as Zaun demands at least something, they will be denied it, because the advisers will primarily be concerned about the benefits for themselves, their Clans and Piltover as a whole. Caitlyn, as the counselor's daughter, couldn't have been unaware of this. If she really didn't know… Well, choose, either she's stupid, or (if she knew) she didn't give a damn about this Zaun of yours and spitted on it from the height of the Hextech gates.

As a result, everything she has done is not an indicator to "show, dont tell." Everything that has been shown only makes Caitlyn's character either incredibly stupid or a complete hypocrite and abuser.

[lets-try-some-writing]

Hi!! Well i've been roaming around your works for a good bit and simply wanted to express how much I admire your writings! I first saw some of them in november of last year (tfp kids turned sparklings i believe?) and have been drafting through most of 'em since both in here and Ao3 since your way of writing truly caught my attention!

Speaking of some highlights "The many lives of optimus prime" is a beast of its own i should talk about another time but I will say that the rascal that's Convoy is definitely my favorite!! Related to this in "Accidental engagement" (that fic made me laugh so much btw) the audial attachments Opti got there made me reminiss of the ones he got as autoway in TMLOOP which I thought was a cool detail even if not on purpose.

On another note i would love to see more of that TF1 rewrite you talked about some time ago since its of my favorite pieces of TF media and because i need to heal after "Sometimes apologizing is Enough" which i also loved a lot!! Anyways I ramble too much

Sorry if I've made any mistake since this is my first ask and i'm still new to Tumblr. Attached to this is my vision of our lil Icarus because I love him lots <3

OHMYGOODNESS

PLEASE TALK ABOUT THE FICS WITH ME MATE

AHHHHHHHHH THE ART IS SO CUTE AND PERFECT THANK YOU SO MUCH CONVOY IS SO ADORABLE

Sorry all caps is the only way I have to express my sheer glee at your lovely message here. TMLOOP is my baby and Accidental Engagement is so fun to write. I'm delighted to hear you have enjoyed them <3

As for the TF1 rewrite, I am drafting it :D There's a lot of gathering up script and plotting to do. But I am making progress! No real timestamp yet, but It'll happen don't you worry. I love TF1 and its possibilities too much to not do a rewrite eventually.

Thank you so much for taking the time to write this message and share your fantastic artwork! (I'll have to update TMLOOP and AE soon)

[in1-nutshell]

TFA Rigel

Commission: @storytellerpotato Thank you for giving me permission to post this here!

Prompt: Hello! I'm very new to this, so I hope I didn't accidentally messed up. I saw you answer the question about you thinking of three options of TFA Rigel's fate in Transformers Animated. Can I request the option number 2? The one about TFA Rigel is left behind with Sentinel while Optimus and Elita is gone. Because since this universe rules is completely different from other universes, I want to try to break the rules of Rigel's fate in this universe this one time by having them not dying this time and get Rigel to have different relationships. Optimus, Sentinel, and Elita will always be their siblings, but I believe Rigel needs to grow as a person with different people. Rigel is in Sentinel's team and the team became Rigel's family. Rigel does love Sentinel as a brother, they really do, but they have low tolerance of Sentinel being rude to other people for no reason, especially Optimus. Rigel will definitely kick Sentinel's shin or scolding him if Sentinel went too far. I hope you don't mind Rigel and Optimus having a reunion on Earth by saving Optimus and his teams life by jumping off the building to land on Starscream to use him like a surf board to make him accidentally friendly fire the other Decepticons. That's all I can think of. If you want to put this in Tumblr, your free to do whatever you want with it. I definitely don't mind. Please and thank you! I hope you have a good day/night!

TFA

Rigel's fondest memories of the group were before the incident.

How they were all like during the early years of the Academy with big dreams to help other bots, kick Decepticon can and find some glory along the way.

Rigel remembered how Sentinel used to whine with them about studying classes only for Optimus to drag them both back to the library to meet up with Elita One. The faint memories of Sentinel and them sticking up for Academy students that didn't have a tight knit group to call their own. Someone needed to look out for those who needed help!

Optimus and Elita had entered one of the Academy's many common rooms. Both bots had spent the past couple of minutes looking for Sentinel and Rigel. The four of them were supposed to be studying, but the latter two never showed up.

"Where do you think they went off to? It's not like they could have gotten far, right?" Optimus asked while looking under one of the desks.

Elita was about to respond when she noticed someone else enter the room.

It was Sentinel.

The blue bot froze in place with a wide and nervous looking optics.

She crossed her arms and gave the bot a bit of a glare.

"And where have you been?"

The bot simply scratched the top of his helm, almost in a sheepish manner.

"Oh, you know Elita. Just going here and there."

Optimus and Elita looked at each other unimpressed.

Optimus sighed. "Fine, but have you seen Rigel?"

"Present!" Said the forced cheerful voice of Rigel.

Sentinel sighed in defeat before turning around. Rigel was stuck onto his back and waved.

"Hey Lita! Opti! How's it going?"

They remembered how Elita took the role of older sister with great pride. She would always nag them about armor and weapon care. Sure Optimus did that but that was treated as a suggestion. If aleta told them to do it then it might as well have been an order from Ultra Magnus himself. Rigel remembered how much she loves seeking for new and interesting things to do after studies were done. Elita loved it when they walked with her around the academy in search of anything new.

Elita and Rigel were walking down one of the many Halls of the Acadamy. Normally it would have been the entire group but Sentinel and Optimus had their Prime exams. Elita and Rigel didn't have those exams since they did not go through the same program.

" How do you think they are going to do?" Rigel asked while stretching a servo upward.

Elita shrugged a bit. "They'll do fine."

Rigel rolled their optics.

"We know that, but who do you thinks going to do better? My shanix is on Optimus."

Elita smirks. "He'll do great on the written portion but sentinels got it on the physical examinations."

Rigel matched her smirk.

"10 shanix says that Optimus wipes the floor with Sentinel in both exams."

"Deal."

They remembered their big brother Optimus. The only family member they had ever known and their biggest protector. Rigel had a habit of finding trouble with their little chaotic and energetic nature, so it was a good thing they had Optimus around when things got a bit too out of hand. Of course they would never intentionally get their brother into any harmful situations, but if a situation happened where rigel did get hurt, Optimus would surely be there to defend them with everything he had. With Optimus acting as thier tired bodyguard Rigel made sure to try and help him on different fronts. Mainly with his self-esteem and sparring skills. The prime would help with the written stuff in life while Rigel handled the talking.

Optimus grown tiredly on his desk. This study session was particularly brutal, but he wasn't even halfway finished. It was at that moment when rigel walked into the room silently and sighed.

"Opti? You still online?"

The new Prime just groaned tiredly again.

Suddenly a pair of servos wrapped around his waist and then was tossed over someone's shoulder. The shoulder of a very annoying younger sibling that would not let him finish studying!

"Rigel! Put me down!"

Rigel just hummed the small tune using one servo to study their brother and the other to fix the study material for the next day.

"Rigel! Are you even listening to me?! Put me down!"

Rigel continues to ignore him and marches to their shared quarters and tosses him onto the berth. Optimus was too tired to even try and get back up. Not that that would have done him any good Rigel was still there and ready to push him back down.

He glared at their siblings knowing smirk with closing optics.

"Mhmm... You're a real pain in the tailpipe... It's going to take forever--" He was cut off by his own yawning. Slowly feeling his limbs and frame relaxing into the berth.

Rigel patted they're now sleeping brother's helm.

"Love you too, Opti."

All happy memories.

Then the incident happened...

All starting when a potential team had reached out for Rigel to join their ranks.

As much as rigel boasted about potentially meeting new friends, the other saw clear uncertainty. Not to mention they had the same anxious look Optimus would get.

The trio made sure to help Rigel unwind and make them feel good.

They remembered the hugs and good luck pats they had gotten right as they boarded the ship.

The group of bots on the new team were respectful and worked as a good team. Though Rigel could tell immediately that all this was just for work that no one wanted to get to know one another on a deeper level than a simple. 'How was your day?'

A couple days on the ship passed when they received the call.

A call straight from Ultra Magnus himself.

It was about Elita, Optimus and Sentinel.

The bot stayed quiet until the call ended, waited a few minutes before requesting to head back to the Academy. Their captain was aware that this must have been some serious news. The normally chipper bought looked like someone had just told them the Cons won the war.

Rigel would eventually confront Sentinel and Magnus about the situation. Not fully believing that this was happening. They don't remember much of what happened in that office. Just their voice box feeling raw and holding on to Sentinel like their life depended on it.

It would be a couple years before Rigel would return to something almost like their normal self. Sentinel often noticed a smile on their face, not quite reaching their optics or the desperate attempts to call Optimus late in the night. He had tried to tell them that their calls were pointless in which he received Rigel's first ever death glare and decided not to do that again.

Seeing as he was getting his own team, Sentinel made sure to pull some strings and cash in some favors to make sure that Rigel was a part of it. It was the both of them against the world. Now they had to stick close.

Rigel was fine with the new position. They got to be with Sentinel and meet some new bots. Though it did have some drawbacks.

Over the years, Sentinel's ego had gotten bigger than his asteroid size chin and had made it a nasty habit to make fun of others and let the power of the Prime ranking get into his processor. Rigel was not afraid to openly criticize or slap the bot in public if he was doing something dumb or offensive.

What was Sentinel going to do? They were The unofficial official Sentinel translator and the only bot that he could fully stand.

That wasn't even mentioning the team would petition that they stay as well. Those bots are not letting the only other functioning bot that can make Sentinel a bit tolerable leave!

Rigel made quick friends within Sentinel's crew.

Blurry was the first spot Rigel met on the ship.

The speedsters high energy was something that worked right along with their energetic personality quite well.

They were one of the few bots that could get about 90% of what the blue bot talked about. A feat that not many bots had under their servos even the ones who had worked with him for years. Rigel could respect Blurr's speedy methods and attitude to more stiff bots.

... But they were definitely not the bot who decided to give Blurr a dozen caffeinated energon cubes at one time.

You can't prove anything!

The Jettwins were the latest members to be recruited on the team.

It was also Rigel's meeting with the twins that karma kicked them in the undercarriage. They were certain that these spots were there to remind them of just how much pain they put Optimus through with their shenanigans.

But by the Allspark they did love the twins enough not to pummel them into the ground.

Jazz was their favorite from the team.

He's cool and calming manner. Reminded them painfully of Optimus but at the same time had a bit of a flare. Something Rigel couldn't help but admire in the bot. Working in communications and as a messenger bot meant that many of their jobs intertwined. Not to mention that Jazz also had a gift of cooling Sentinel down a bit.

Jazz was on the top five list of bots Rigel would trust with their life.

The day Rigel came to Earth was after the crew had been there a couple times. They would have been there since the beginning but unfortunately events involving Jetfire, Jetstorm, a dare, and some thick green engex made them stay behind.

They did find it weird that the crew was not allowed to speak about Earth even more when Sentinel forbade them from exiting out of the ship. Rigel brushed it off as him being overprotective and that being on an organic planet brought up bad memories.

But all caution was thrown out the window as soon as they received a call from Jazz for backup.

A backup plan that involved Rigel launching themselves off a building and straight onto Starscream's back.

Jazz was cheering while both Prime's looked at the bot in the air and panic.

It took a few more seconds before. Rigel would finally drive the seeker straight into the ground and cuff his servos.

They had such a wide smile, happy to finally do something.

But the smile immediately fell the second they noticed who was there.

" Optimus?"

That voice.

It was the same voice rigel used when they had had a nightmare and needed someone to talk to.

"Optimus!"

Rigel broke into a Sprint and practically launched themselves straight into the Prime's arms.

Optimus nearly fell back but his footing saved him. Rigel tightly held on to him as a prime quickly reciprocated the gesture.

"Rigel... I'm--"

Rigel just squeezed tighter a silent message to talk about... well everything later.

Right now?

Right now, it was just for hugging.

An act that Optimus did not mind one bit.

[tinydefector]

Iron Giant 4

Warings: none

Word count: 1.7k

Woooo finally did more for this fic and also got some inspiration from the ask which was about Optimus reacting to Baking from ages back so enjoy.

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A small smile graces their lips as they try not to give away the fact they know he's watching them, they can see the blue optic following them, through the window. Each time they look over they can see him trying to make it look as if he wasn't watching and in truth it was delightful watching such a large being who was too shy to ask what they were doing.

"Hello Optimus" they call out, eyes flicking over to him as a smirk forms on their lips when he looks almost like a deer caught in headlights. His optics brighten at the sound of his designation spoken so familiarly from them that it nearly makes his spark sing. creases forming at the corners of his lips. "Hello" he rumbles kindly in return, angling himself so that he could watch now that he had been caught red handed.

"If I may, what are you doing?." The curiosity is evident in his voice as the circles of his optics continue to trace their movement through the kitchen. A faint memory file flickering across his HUD, faces long lost to millennia past. It almost reminded him of an Energon chemist, making sweets and flavour rations. It's like a hollow ache, but watching makes it not hurt nearly as much.

A soft chuckle leaves them as they begin measuring out ingredients for baking. "You know you're more than welcome to watch" they call back "I'm just making kiddos favourites, easier to keep baked goods than it is constantly shopping for sweets, plus cheaper too" they remark.

Optimus watches with avid curiosity, soaking in every small detail as the carrier sets skillfully to their task. In some aspects it was alien but in others it was nostalgic to watch something being crafted. "Fascinating," he rumbles quietly. "Is this how you Preserve fuel?, I haven't seen anything crafted as such before, so forgive me." He goes quiet for a moment just watching. “Your youngling likes these?” He inquires, which earns him another smile from the human.

“Yea kiddo happens to love homemade cookies as long as i don't put raisins into them, but don't get me started on homemade pickled veggies, can't get enough of them” they laugh while making sure that the vinegar, water and salt were to the right ratio.

"Might I inquire about the functions of the elements?." Optics brighten eagerly. “Well you see these are Organic and if left to long out in the air and heat they will start to wither and wilt, sometimes they will go bad and get mouldy, so when you mix the right stuff together you can preserve them to last long.” they explain while cutting up the different vegetables and adding them into the large jar.

He remains still and silent, enjoying just watching them work. optics drink in each subtle movement and instruction they explain, processing and learning all he could, he may not be able to ever do something like this himself but it was therapeutic to just watch.

They move again this time back to the Oven as they pull another tray out. placing it on the bench before throwing another one filled with biscuits to cook. "I'd offer you one but don't know if you can eat them" they call out to him. Optimus rumbles a weary chuckle, sagging slightly into the dirt as he stretches. He looks over his shoulder for a moment to watch the little one playing.

"Regrettably my fuel lines wouldn't process the compounds" he murmurs lightly, amusement in his tone." There are few things on your planet that I can consume, Diesel is one I tend to resort to." A contented sigh leaves him. Diesel wasn't as filling as Energon but it kept him functioning and meant he didn't have to remember that horrid device.

They shoot him another look. "Do you have any sort of snacks you miss from your home?" They inquire as they move to lean against the open window brushing the flour off their clothing. Optimus's optics crinkle thoughtfully at the query, "Simple energon treats were often very hard to come by, even more rare for high class rations," he rumbles.

"Mostly high class Mechs were the ones who would have access to them." He trails gently, "but Crystallised sweets fashioned from refined energon centres are one that I enjoyed when I could afford them."

They give an almost sad look to the big blue and Red mechas hearing that. His optics flicker back to them with a smile. So they take the opportunity to wipe a small bit of batter across his nasal ridge before laughter bursts from them, seeing the surprised look on his faceplate. " Sorry, sorry I couldn't help myself" they wheezed through laughter.

Optimus pauses in mild surprise, optics blinking rapidly at the unexpected touch. It takes but a moment for his systems to process and identify the substance smeared across his faceplate, and a low chuckle rumbles from him bemused amusement as his optics focus in on them.

"Ah, so the youngling isn't the only one who seeks trouble," he chuckles lightly while trying to wipe the batter off, he raises a digit to sample the sweet residue left behind, analysing slowly as his optics begin to break down the different compounds in it.

Their eyes crinkle as they smile more, giving a small come hither motion with their finger as they lean against the window waiting for him to lean down. A sly smile on their lips as if mischief was on the prowl.

He lowered his helm and chassis to give better access to his faceplate. Trusting they were about to steer even more of it across his nasal ridge. They lean out the window, wiping the rest off before pressing a soft kiss to the side of his faceplate. It's quick but it makes Optimus' spark flutter in delight.

"Would you mind taking some of these out to kiddo me?" They voice is overly sweet and Optimus in that moment doesn't care that they are trying to sweeten him up to do their bidding.

For a moment, he can hardly speak, optics blinking rapidly. But slowly, he regains composure, "you'll fry this rusting mech's circuits if you keep that up," he rumbles warmly, unable to restrain the hint of tender playfulness creeping into his own tone.

"Though I find myself willing too." He inclines his helm hopefully. "A small exchange is a fair toll, for transporting treats, would you not agree?" He was feeling rather bold this time.

They roll their eyes playful, sauntering up to the window again, lending it again with the tray of a few cookies beside them. "very well, I accept the extra charge" they hum before leaning out the window slightly and pressing a kiss to his lips.

Optimus' plating warms significantly as the carrier leans close once more, softly pressing tantalising contact to his lip. A low, pleased rumble resonates through his massive frame, as he savours the fleeting exchange, optics flutter, only opening once once they pull away, ending it far too quickly for his liking. But contentment glows off him as servo raises accepting the tray of cookies intended for the little one.

"Thank you," he murmurs, audial fins flicking slightly as he moves back slowly so he can stand. The little one looks up in excitement as they see him walking towards them with the tray. “Cookies!!!” They shout out in excitement and they pull themself out of the sand pit and make their way to meet Optimus halfway. As Optimus feels another chuckle leave him as he walks towards them.

A loud crack across the sky makes his frame freeze beside the large tree, gears and fan belts whining as his helm snaps towards the sky. The sound was one he knew all too well, it had terrorised him and the Autobots far too long. The ominous sound of a Jet engine ripping across the sky.

His battle protocols surge instantly online, optics scanning the horizon, his other Servo drops the tray of sweets as he scoops the little one up, holding them flush against his chassis. sheer panic fills him, why were they here, how had they found him. And guttural fear fills him when he realises just where he was and the sweet youngling he held protectively.

Optics dart desperately to the fragile human now staring up in confusion at him before their eyes dart to the sky over the loud Whistle and clap in the sky. His optics land of the source, a Blue and black seeker with smoke billowing from his frame comes into view. but before he can even plan an attack or defence he watches as the seeker seems to almost fall out of the sky in the distance.

"What was that?" The older human ask running to the doorway of the house when they hear the crash in the distance. Optimus's optics remain grimly trained on the treeline for a long moment after the flash of blue disappears.

A metallic grinding issue from his tightly-set denta His free servo curls protectively around the little one as their carrier calls out, "Decepticon," he rumbles low, meeting concerned faces with optics that bear weight of worry.

"Crashed maybe half click out, seemed damaged. But I won't take chances, gather essentials quickly. If you hear fighting you run" he pleads, his optics bright as he looks at their face as if begging that they go if something happens. He would be dismantled before letting any harm come to either of them. "Hurry now," he urges gently, lowering the child down into their parents arms.

"It's one like you isn't, like the Soldier's warned?" They ask Optimus while hiking their child up their hip, worry etched into their own face. "Par what's going on, loud bang!" Their child says while watching the sky.

Optimus nods solemnly, grief and regret settling into his frame. "Yes," he rumbles low, “I ensure no danger comes to you, but if there are more its not safe for you. You will take your little one and not turn back." They nod before darting back into the house.

Rising carefully. "I'll scout crash, when i come back be ready to jump in" Without further word, he struts, cogs and palting slowly shifts back down into the damaged Peterbilt, smoke comes from him for a moment before he rolls down the grass only to disappear into the tree line.

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[muletia]

✧˖° 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 — 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄

[tfp]synth-en!obsessed!optimus prime x human!reader valveplug

summary: aftermath of Optimus's libido skyrocketing, because it's been a long time since I wrote a proper valveplug drabble

cw: overstimulation, kinda dubcon, Optimus being a filthy freak

word count: 850

At some point, the constant pounding of that eternally hard, pressurized spike into your battered heat crosses the boundary of pleasure. It veers into dangerous territory — fatigue and overstimulation, and not the nice, desirable kind.

You’re exhausted, no longer able to keep up with the devilish pace set by your mate, high off synthetic energon. Your hips no longer sync with the rhythm of his thrusts, held in place only by his hot, massive servos at your waist.

You feel like his sex doll, not his partner, no matter how many times he’s whispered how much he loves you, how incredible it feels to be buried deep inside you, how you're the most wonderful partner gifted to him by Primus.

You’ve had enough. You’ve reached your limit, something Optimus doesn’t seem to notice, still ramming his spike into you like an insatiable beast.

"Opti…" you try, your voice weak and hoarse from thirst. You have no idea how many rounds your little game has already lasted. "I can't… I don't, ah, have the strength... anymore."

"Just a little longer, sweetspark," he answers, voice not tired in the slightest. In fact, there’s nothing to indicate he wants to stop any time soon.

How could he possibly give up such a heady sensation? Your intoxicatingly tight and warm body pressing around him? Do you want to stop so soon when you’ve only just begun?

He can’t even imagine it, leaving you alone, denying you pleasure.

“No, not a little longer,” you grit out through your teeth, staring straight into his wild, feral green optics “Now.”

Optimus tilts his helm back, and for a moment, a dangerous glint — something like a challenge — flashes in the sea of green. But he obeys your command. At last, after countless hours, his thrusts cease, though his spike remains docked deep inside you, denying you the much-needed feeling of release.

“Optimus” you warn, hissing.

“As you wish, dearest,” he replies, tone bored, devoid of the earlier fire. He finally follows your order, slowly pulling his spike out of your worn-out heat, optics fixed on the act like he’s witnessing two souls being parted.

The excessive mix of his transfluid and your juices drips onto the floor, some of it trailing down your thighs and buttocks, the rest soaking into the couch. But before any of it can go to waste, before it touches anything but your body, Optimus scoops up the surplus with a digit and brings it to his lips, moaning deeply. His engine and cooling fans roar as they try to compensate for the sudden surge of heat flooding his frame.

“Primus, you taste divine,” he murmurs, hips involuntarily grinding into the couch, chasing the sweet sensation of pressure on his spike. “I need more” he announces, eyes locked between your legs like a hawk eyeing its prey.

He sticks out his glossa, still slick with transfluid, already preparing to bury it deep inside you, but you manage to clamp your thighs shut in time.

“Don’t you dare…” you pant.

“My dearest, I cannot endure without you,” he says. As if to prove his point, he begins dry humping the poor, ruined couch. Servos attempt to pry apart the barrier of flesh separating him from bliss, but before he can resort to force, you gather the last of your strength and grab him hard by the crest on his helm.

You know you can’t overpower him, not physically. But the element of surprise still works because for the first time today, you see something other than primitive interfacing lust in his optics. You breathe a silent sigh of relief in victory.

“First of all, I said no. Second, are you even tired?”

Something incredible happens then. Your normally composed, stone-faced giant gives you a small, impish smirk.

“Not in the slightest”

At your horrified expression, Optimus chuckles softly.

If he could, he would spend entire eons interfacing with you.

He's aware enough to respect your exhaustion, even if he’s burning up with desire and the need to release the excess energy. He can’t stop the disappointment from seeping through, though. Had hoped you’d make a move. After all, you were so good at torturing his valve... he’d expected some balance, some payback, even if it meant him doing all the hard work, bouncing on you until his joints needed oiling tomorrow.

“Fuck”

You look at his spike, smeared in pink and twitching slightly from the sudden attention.

A wild thought crosses your mind. To shove that monstrosity inside your mouth and help relieve the tension, but you don’t have the strength to keep spoiling him at the expense of your last shreds of energy.

So you decide to try something else.

You wrap your hand around the hot, slick spike, and without needing any instructions, Optimus starts moving his hips, sliding the spike along the soft, not fully closed opening. His servos grip tightly against the couch, and his helm tilts back. A low, guttural moan suggests you just had a very good idea.

“Hrnn… you are magnificent, sweetspark”

[optiwashere]

OK so...

General thoughts on the epilogue on a kneejerk reaction: extremely good, satisfying fanservice. Basically everything I could have ever wanted. The game leaves obvious openings for all sorts of adventures, romances, and friendships, and that is one of the reasons I loved the game.

It's not exactly brimming with any subtext that I've found other than the things you can find in the dialogue.

Also! Fic ideas spawned from the epilogue:

I'm absolutely continuing Blades in the Night because of the "fending off Sharran assassins" line. Like, it's right there. They did it. Girlies fuckin' and fightin' was already real in my heart. Gotta get her to her happy ending away from all the pain.

Shadowheart/Asheera visiting all these people again to see what they're up to??? Hello? To Alfira/Lakrissa's house we go!

Since Minthara can exist in Asheera's playthrough now, I would have to rewrite It Is the Wound She Gave Me and Like I Am Safe Again to make it work. On one hand, I can see her forgiving Minthara in a vacuum of the playthrough but she would never, ever personally forgive Minthara for what she did to Shadowheart in that fic. MANY thoughts. It's complicated.

Absolutely need to write the "scatter copper coins on the bed and play make-believe" scene that Shadowheart teased about. Like, come on!!!

[hoshiseon-digiarc]

best friends mingi & yunho who you've known for years and have always been close with. you were actually close with all the other boys too but you had a connection with those two specifically. you did nearly everything together from grocery shopping to gaming to dancing. you'd always thought the pair were attractive but never rly thought too deeply about those feelings for fear of them blossoming into something more. you kept your thoughts about them strictly platonic. what you didn't know is that both of them struggled with the same issue.

yunho has no idea when the switch happened, when he started seeing you as anything more than their cute best friend. but now he can't get you off his mind. when you're not there, he worries about how you're doing and if you're okay and if you need anything and did you eat or sleep well? are you stressed about work or school? the thoughts swirl constantly, thats when he knew he cared for you as more than just a friend.

mingi, on the otherhand, had always known he liked you. the way you laughed at his dumb jokes even when you tried to hold it in, the way you always took his side in the group's fake debates, the way you always cheered him on when he danced, the way you took care of everyone but denied that you needed anything (secretly loving when they reciprocated anyway). everything about you was captivating to him so when those feelings grew it was a gradual thing, didn't take him by surprise at all. he'd always been honest with himself about how he felt about you. and he noticed almost immediately when yunho started to feel the same. so obviously they talked about it and came to the conclusion that they both had no idea how to approach the subject with you. neither of them knew if you felt the same.

weeks go by and things start to feel.... different. you all look at each other longer than you should. mingi becomes more touchy, yunho becomes more protective, you become more relaxed and you all notice the shift. one night, after your trio spent the whole day together doing god knows what, the tension snaps. you'd all been watching a movie, you were sandwiched in between the two as usual and at first your attention was solely on the tv. but with your legs draped over mingi's legs and your head resting on yunho's shoulder you felt... safe. at home. and more comfortable and vulnerable than you'd ever felt with the two. so much so that you don't think anything of it when mingis hand shifts from it's spot on your calves to resting on your thigh. don't even notice the yunhos fingers are playing with yours. and you definitely don't see the way mingi is stealing glances at you every time you react to the movie on screen. don't see the way he watches you or the unspoken exchange he shared with yunho, who's been looking at you too. but you notice when mingi shifts and his hands brush higher up your bare thighs. you look up at him and are taken aback by the look in his eyes. he's never looked at you like that before. (oh he has, you just never caught him) something in the air shifts and you finally feel it, the tension now palpable. you're suddenly very aware of their skin on yours and need to get out. right now.

"i'm g'na go get some water." you stretch and get up, hoping your voice didn't come out as shaky as you felt. and even thought it didn't, yunho & mingi know you well enough to see the nerves rolling off you, know you well enough to see the way you're purposely ignoring eye contact with either of them. and yunho could've sworn you were blushing. while you're getting your water you reprimand yourself for the thoughts rushing your head. images of their hands all over you, of your mouth on mingis and yunhos mouth on you. images of being held open by yunhos big hands while mingi makes you see stars with his head between your legs. images of them taking you right on that couch, having their way with you. you shake your head as if that will dispel those thoughts. it doesn't. now you have two options: go back out there and act like nothing happened or confront the tension between the three of you.

[eightw]

it's been thirty minutes (and another seven restarts) and i still can't get it. im out.

trying to play our life 1 but no matter how many times i play through the start of step three i cannot for the fucking life of me get jamie to be shy. like ive spent two hours playing the same moments over and over and i managed it once but when i reset to change cove's look i couldnt replicate it. aaaaaa im going insane. help.

[eluxcastar]

The little brotherfication of Capitano

── ୨୧：il capitano & reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: the sillies being silly and also

୨୧﹑genre :: fluff

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, child capitano, reader is as usual implied to be a few years older, reader can be seen as kind of an asshole, this is actually kinda sad toward the end, also capitano is human sorry 😔

୨୧﹑words :: 1.4k

ok this one I thought about and was like "this one. cute." Idk whether to do Signora or Dottore next (could be another one too)

all little siblingification posts

Capitano's fondest memories come mostly from you agreeing to teach him things you shouldn't. Running off into a part of the woods far enough away nobody will see or hear and finding a clearing to teach him how to use a sword. Should you have been doing it? Absolutely not, and especially not so far from your house, but his only exposure to fighting can't be hunting forever.

You started slow with him, cautious. You probably didn't expect him to pick it up as well as he did, because you weren't putting that much effort in at first. You taught him proper form and how to swing it but not much else. There was no technique until he ran around bothering you enough times you got tired of shoving him off.

Unknowingly, you had ignited quite a passion within him.

You were much better than he was, able to maneuver and adapt to your opponent, solely because you had to experience to do so. You were no longer worrying about things like form or how you held your sword. They were memory to you while he was still having to focus to get it all right.

At first Capitano was embarrassed by your corrections, but they became pointers of where to improve and he decided instead to treat them like homework every time you'd reach around from behind him and adjust him a little, shuffle his hands a bit and fix his posture, finally tilting his head back to tell him to focus.

He focused so hard, to impress you and persuade you to come back instead of leaving him to practice alone until he irritated you enough about it to make you give in.

Did he enjoy doing that? No. You'd shoved him so many times he'd memorised what hitting the floor felt like. Capitano was desperate, however, to have something he could do with you. He idolised you so much, and finally he was getting your attention and favour. You were so busy and perhaps cared a bit more for people your age than your little brother who was immature and reminded you of your younger self but you were paying attention and that was what mattered to him.

Strangely Capitano didn't mind every time he hit the ground this time.

At the end of it all you would sit Capitano down and clean any nick and cuts he'd gotten whether from your recklessness of his unsteady way of handling that sword. He was not to move, or tell your parents unless he didn't want to receive another lesson.

You couldn't teach him as well in the winter, too busy with all the extra chores, but you did take him hunting. You never quite coddled him as much as he might've liked, but you took him to do something fun and spoke to him instead of running off to do it yourself. The only problem was that Capitano never actually got to do anything.

Animals don't linger for the winter, and unwilling to let him and everyone else in the family go hungry, you didn't want him trying. This wasn't a teachable moment. It was time to get food when there was not an abundance of it. Even if all you could get were birds, that was ok. Birds were still something to eat so that he didn't go hungry in your mind.

Ice fishing was the other option, and he was better at that, even when he was young. You'd walk him out to the lake, frozen over and carve out the hole for him to sit and fish in. If Capitano complained enough about the cold, you might lend him your coat and let him sit a little closer. If you got cold, you'd ignore it, but he was smaller and more fragile. He needed those fingers of his to fish and hunt, so losing them to hypothermia was not an option. Maybe that was how you justified letting him sit in your lap while you encased his smaller hand in your own to warm him as much as you could. It wasn't much, but the intention of it all made him giddy.

Of course, when he got overexcited as a result and tried to get you to carry him back, he was hit with a whiplash as you told him to walk. He should've expected that, though.

You collapsing into bed the second all work was done and sleeping like a baby for the next three hours despite it still being afternoon probably should've given away that he didn't work as much as you. Winter was always too busy for you, and he never fully registered that at the time, only thinking he should wait impatiently.

Your mother asking him to check on you once or twice probably wasn't helping, as he'd always find you just as asleep as he left you. You never covered yourself with the blankets, though. There was no way you were hot, but maybe you were just that exhausted. Regardless, he would always climb onto your bed to fix the blankets for you and cover you up so that you wouldn't wake up from the cold.

Every time he'd tell you it was him who did it to make sure you were warm, he'd get a hug and a pat on the back.

He better not find his way into your bed, though, not unless you were already awake when he climbed in and asked you first. Otherwise, Capitano would wake up cold and on the floor. It wasn't uncommon for him to try to convince you by saying the two of you should pile all of your blankets together and share a bed. He was hardly subtle about the fact he just didn't want to sleep alone and sometimes even got scared when he did.

It was so strange to you when he up and decided he was joining the Fatui one day. Maybe he thought you would be proud or something. You definitely weren't. The exact words you said were something along the lines of how he wouldn't get far because they don't want pansies and wimps among their ranks. Capitano was neither of those things, and it stung a little, at least until it took him all of five minutes to realise you didn't want him to leave.

Of course you didn't, even though he got massively upset at the time. He'd been seeking your approval for years, it was no wonder why.

But in a way, it makes sense. Everything you did, as much as Capitano may not have liked it then, was ultimately because you wanted to protect him in a way that would allow him to protect himself eventually. You never wanted to coddle him too much but guided him and had a shocking amount of patience for his incessant whining and pestering. This was not part of that, letting him wander off to a place you couldn't teach him at a time you thought he wasn't ready.

How would you sit him down by the river and rinse his wounds before walking him home to clean them properly? You hadn't taught him that yet. His food? How would he align his bow perfectly if all he'd done for months was sword practice? Did he even know what it was like outside of your little world?

You were worried for him greatly, understandably, and that was not the kind of reaction he wanted. He wanted you to smile because you thought he was ready, but you didn't, and you might never.

Of course you would show it in that same crass way you always did.

Of course you would beg him, now tall enough to have to look down at you, not to go. The only time he has ever made you cry, as he was always curious if you did, was when you were faced with the prospect of your baby brother possibly getting in over his head and endangering himself with his ambition. He realised then that was what you really wanted, for him to be safe, and he cried with you.

Mind made up, Capitano wanted you to take care of yourself for a while without worrying about him. All he could do was assure you that he would be fine. Eventually, he would make you proud.

CROSSPOSTED ON AO3

[kariachi]

I hate OV's timeline. Not like, the direction it takes, though I don't like that either (forced as hell, horribly done) but just the amount of time it's trying to use.

Here's the thing, not gonna judge OS, that shit is completely wild, and also I hardly watched it.

AF though. The Highbreed arc takes place over the spring, seemingly over the 'late-March through some degree of May' period. Which is a lot to have going on, but there's a big invasion happening and there's little enough that you can spread it semi-reasonably over like, two and a half months.

The third season fairs even better. There seems to be a timeskip between the sections, but still it seems like it starts somewhere from mid-to-late summer. Add in that UA, according to WoG starts a few weeks after AF ends, that the Tennysons are 16 by then, and that they're canonically December babies, we can safely say the season ends somewhere around mid-to-late December. Plenty of time for the shit that happens.

UA, meanwhile, presumably starts somewhere in early-to-mid January. There's a point where we get an episode showcasing that summer is, if not there, coming up real fast prior to an episode of Gwen in school in what seems to be a standard school day, but there's not really any reason in UA to think that too odd. Through the series there's no reason to believe we're not covering a year again, though I can't remember any key points to pinpoint seasons or months.

Then fucking OV shows up. And goes 'the Tennysons are still sixteen'. Putting it in the same year as UA. Okay, sure. Except Gwen is heading off to college, which means OV would have to begin in September, meaning what the fuck was she doing in school in It's Not Easy Being Gwen? It certainly didn't seem like a summer school situation, especially since she brings up Kevin not going to school in that episode despite us not having no reason to think he would be in summer school if he did. But okay, we say Gwen took summer classes to barge ahead of everyone and thinks Kevin would struggle in school- not the best, but it does something to fix the issue.

Except. The Tennysons are supposedly still 16 at the end of OV. Meaning that the series takes place from September to early-to-mid December. Three and a half months. Remove one of those for the Incursean invasion, 2 and a half months. To cover 68 events, several of which take place over multiple days. That would require there to be a crisis every single day, with multiple overlapping in the background. And that's not with counting cases like 'oh yeah and this has been happening in the background', just major shit. At the very best it barely works.

Like, it doesn't have to be that way. If you were deadset on keeping the mucking with UA's timeline then you could just start the series the September of that year and give each season a month-odd. Start season 4 with the Tennysons' 17th birthday, something fucks it up for the sake of a plot, they have fun anyway because this would be a breather after the Incursean Invasion, carry on from there. That way there's plenty of space in each season for all the shit that happens in them, plus Rook doesn't just leave the Academy and end up one of the highest ranked Plumbers on a well-supplied planet within four months.

Shocker, OV writers, everything does not have to be thrown into as little time as possible.

If you wanted to let the UA timeline be, you could shift OV over into the next year. Gwen starting her college career with the spring semester would be odd, but potentially viable, or if you wanted to be really cheeky you could push the whole thing back to that September and have a sizable timeskip between the two series. Max's scolding Ben with a reminder that he's about to age up would have more impact if it was "You're gonna be 18 soon" anyway. Plus we can, again, spread shit out over a longer period of time, this time leave the option of the whole year. Solidifies the pattern of the team changing age between series.

Option A we get Ben suggesting a galactic road trip when Gwen would be heading into summer break, in option B when she's heading into winter break.

It could work, it would be better, but no, supposedly they're still 16, drives me up the damn wall.