#Not even in a ship way (though I dont have a problem with that) they just make me nuts

[thatneoncrisis]

i would loooooove to hear more abt ur opinions on kpop demons... i will admit i didnt like the movie overmuch but the vibes of your idol (the final villain song) have me by the throat

also bird with a little hat =]

uuuh ok compliment sandwich. also spoilers if you havent seen it go do that

the only songs i didnt like outright were soda pop and the ballad between rumi and that boy, and even soda pop is an earworm so it was doing its job. i dont listen to kpop ever so as an outsider it was pretty good

i thought the autotune on the first song of the movie was way too harsh, i also didn't think golden was great as a This Is Our Magnum Opus song

however they topped it with This Is What It Sounds Like so i can excuse it

the humor felt really Really babyish, like young elementary school and i never really got adjusted to it. just a lot of yelling and "hey look its hot women doing gross things like eating a lot and. yelling" it felt like the worst of butch hartman at times

it never felt like the movie was Trying to purposely trick me or do a subversion but there were still moments where i was suprised. like i did not think this thing had the balls to kill the love interest permanently

i retched openly every time those damn boys were on screen. sorry for being a hater lesbian or something i could not pretend they were cute they were so nothing to me

that tiger was perfect my friend and i cheered every time he showed up

the manager bobby and the stepmom felt like the shriveling vestigal limbs from an earlier draft of the movie. its so odd that celine isn't physically there like 90 percent of the runtime what is she DOING. it felt like they were setting up an arc for bobby to properly betray the girls but it just collapsed and he just flips when everyone else does

the fight scenes were a treat to watch, i was never a winx club kid but it was giving a lot of that

im gonna be honest when my friend and i first saw the glimpse of lover boys past we thought immediately that rumi was his daughter. "that was 400 years ago" completely ignored that but also maybe they had a magic excuse idk. anyway the point was for the first 3rd of the movie we straight up thought a plotpoint was that this guy was trying to connect with his long lost daughter but fans keep shipping them bc hes a sexy hunk. so simagine my surprise when they not only play the romance straight but the little girl was his SISTER. HELLO. this isnt the movies fault my expectations were skewed

the tagalog version of how its done clears. go listen to it right now

there were non comedic moments where it hit me that this movie is in fact for babies, like when the girls are talking about their insecurities and it is the most tell dont show shit ive seen in life like if just feels like this movie never has Time for anything. "im a problem child you guys accept me" IN WHAT WAY. YOURE FUCKING NORMAL GOD AT LEAST GET A SHITTY VOICEMAIL ON THE PHONE FROM YOUR MEAN DAD OR SOMETHING. they kept Teasing me with characterization that barely exists in the film like rustling a bag of dry kinble telling me its fresh salmon

the third act of this movie got me hype in a lot of good ways. rumi begging her step mom to kill her. the boys singing be your idol. the girls singing their new song ugh it just all came together i love dance fighting i love baddies i love music i love art and animation i love that ugly boy dying i love the new outfits i love a crowd of people powering up ancient magic i really FUCKING love turning red

rumis face reminded me of those online free to play make up games where you put masks and cream on someone with a unibrow and yellow teeth and pimples and rashy dry skin and make them look like 30 insta filters. i know this is literally what kpop girls look like but since she was animated and also standing next to her bandmates with more inique faces it kept throwing me off

every though i wish some things got more time i felt like this movie moved at a pleasant brisk pace. i was never checking my watch during a scene something was always happening. even the tonic man sets up the whole thesis of the movie

[scriblesandbits]

They had a nice long conversation about everything once the game was over trust me

[i-cast-zone-of-truth]

I'm not saying cloud strife CAN'T have a romantic relationship. i'm just saying that during the story, he has several Most Important Relationships, and elevating one above the rest as The Romance overwrites something really special!!

[floorpancakes]

akawata

kavetham

wangxian

the girls from she loves to cook and she loves to eat

these ships and more occupy a part of my brain that's labelled 'somewhat douwatacore so you can gain mildly adjacent but fun and unique vibes' in scribbled sharpie

[ostolero]

Mirroring Sheev's Plan by Sullivan

Performed by Austin Walker on AMCA

(originally posted on Cohost)

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Sheev's Plan:

get elected to senate for naboo

start new sith order

work republic and separatists against each other. recruit evil guy to lead separatists.

(this jedi kid is wicked strong!)

get jedi in deep with clone army. (save some clone jars for later? just in case...)

PIVOT: Make the jedi kid evil. dont need separatist guy anymore. got a new evil guy.

make my evil guy kill his jedi pals when they come to arrest me. ill finish em off with my lightning attack

(fucking guy used his sword to bounce my lightning back at me! honestly my fault. takes a minute for the lightning to wind down and he got my ass on the bounce. fair play. now i look like a leather couch but its fine. can blame jedi for THAT too)

Use the clones to kill the jedi, have my evil guy kill the seperatists, keep the army, spin into empire

GALAXY NOW UNDER MY CONTROL

chill as emperor for a while. humiliate Vader for a laugh. make death star.

Endgame achieved.

(Vader's kid blows up my death star)

PIVOT: get new young apprentice by turning him evil once he kills his dad, or maybe make Vader cooler by making him kill his gay son. either way its a win-win for me.

(thrown down hole and killed.)

PIVOT: good thing i kept those clone jars!! make new clone body to inhabit. takes time to get right. need something to do until then

build enormous fleet of big spaceships, each with their own super death star laser. keep em on the down low... why use em? they lose half the value as soon as you fly them off the lot

(clone son betrays me but its no biggie. its fine. have loads of clones at this point. whats one clone son?)

create a DECOY fascist empire. put one of my weirder clones in charge. Not giving them any of my ships though. can build his own shit. dont look at me. get a bank loan

let failed clone recruit vaders grandson (will explain why later) let those guys take over the galaxy with a different super death star. assume they built this one themselves. very cute!

GALAXY NOW UNDER MY CONTROL

(only via proxy tho. not done yet)

let(??) vaders grandson ("ben"?? ok) usurp failed clone and rule galaxy. wants to “kill the past” but whatever. can still make this work. NEED to keep this kid in the mix (will make sense when we get there)

drop the big news. Im not dead! Fortnite. awesome moment.

lead kylo ren to my base using complex scavenger hunt. puzzle knife.

tell him he’s always actually worked for me. big reveal. big moment. He's my lackey now. a little traitorous and unreliable, but this will pay off later trust me

use death star ships to take over galaxy even more

GALAXY NOW UNDER MY CONTROL

(awesome... but not enough. something missing)

let kylo ren lead clone granddaughter to home base using complex scavenger hunt. Puzzle Knife cool enough idea to do twice i think

taunt granddaughter into killing me so i can possess her un-janked body. All part of my grand scheme...

Endgame achieved. (??)

(kylo ren betrays me)

PIVOT: Possession stupid plan anyway. Instead, use ben and reys Horny Essence to make my nasty old body normal again.

throw ben in hole (grandson purpose revealed)

destroy resistance with lightning powers. shooting spaceships down with magic lightning basically a solved problem at this point.

GALAXY NOW UNDER MY CONTROL

kill the granddaughter actually. dont need her anymore. lightning powers classic for a reason.

ive got this thing in the bag as long as she doesn't bounce the lightning back at me off her fucking laser sword.

Endgame achieved.

[noellefan101]

Silent Living

Characters: Noelle, Kinich, Lynette, Beidou, Diluc x mute GN!reader

Summary: You're mute, and cant talk? not a problem for your partner, they can find other ways to communicate, and honestly wouldn't have it any other way.

Warnings: mute reader, most of them dont know sign language but there are people where i think they would either have learned it already or will learn it for you, gn reader as always

Note: hehe its kinda hard to write for Noelle tbh, i just can't see her romantically if that makes sense, its like a platonic obsession i have for her. but i chose to write for some girlies bc i felt like it, luv you :P

Noelle

She's a sweetheart and i fully believe she would try to learn sign language the day you meet for the first time. but for the sake of the cute gestures lets pretend she barely knows any words in it, or that you arent the best yourself despite probably needing it heh.

(she would teach you some if so, or learn with you)

In a classic Noelle fashion, she does literally anything for you, though people would normally just have to speak her name, you can't. so she always keeps an extra eye on you to ensure she's there when you need her help. that may be a given, but its truly what shes best at doing.

Loves writing little notes for you, whether its just so you can remember something or if its to invite you anywhere, she loves it. and she has definitely not been carrying pen and paper with her for weeks so you could write notes for each other, no no.

I dont imagine her being the best with words, but is always very good at comforting. so if you need some reassurance or just comfort you can come to her. and you can let her know to be silent by putting a finger over her mouth if you like the silence more. she wont be offended don't worry.

Kinich

Not very good with words and likes silence when possible, so it's very common for you to sit in silence doing an activity together. he's best with actions at least, both giving and receiving, so just doing a tiny chore for him would mean more than words could.

Though it may be difficult to do anything for each other since he's quite busy, and so could you be. but he always has time to sit with you for at least 30 minutes a day and just spend quality time together.

if you ever need anything from him, he has a notebook on him at all times that you're free to write in. Although Ajaw has made a fuss about it being annoying to wait for you, but he'll shut up if Kinich locks him up.

Lynette

She loves the silence you bring. being around her brother all the time can get annoying, no matter how much she loves him, so a quiet tea time with you is often just what she needs. she knows you can feel out of place or left out even since you cant communicate as easily with her siblings. but she is always ready to talk for you.

No matter how much she hates public speaking, and how often she gets her brother to speak for her, she'll speak for you. if there's anything you'd like to say, just write it down and show it to her. she might even know what you wanted to say, by how you stand and how your muscles move. so she will sometimes speak for you before you even get to start writing it down.

She has made sure you're a part of the conversation, not just there and looking around. she might have some knowledge about sign language, but she knows many do not and makes sure everyone understands you.

(she might even ask father if they can get classes in sign language, or at least the siblings of hers that you interact with most often)

Beidou

Maybe not the best at silent communication, but she tries her very best. if she doesnt know sign language she'll learn it, mostly because she feels it would make you more comfortable, but its also something that she may find interesting.

She is very good at dealing with different kinds of people though, so expect yourself to feel right at home wherever you are on her ship. she might even have started teaching her crew how to talk with you properly, whether thats getting you something write down on or learning them a bit of sign language that im not sure of.

Unfortunately it all goes in weird directions when she's drunk, while she talks for you it might be hard to get her to pay attention enough or even speak your thoughts properly. Kazuha is your savior in this case.

Diluc

He has made sure every single maid and anyone he hires learn to speak through their hands. he might even have prepared for it before you started dating, and even some of his staff you have never met before just knows how to speak with you.

Its a given that you're going to be well treated at the dawn winery, but Diluc makes sure you feel the most at home you'll ever experience. you have at least 1 maid whos ready to tend to you in a seconds notice, whether its jsut that you need something to write on or you need to know where you lover is.

Will literally drop anything for you with just a finger on his shoulder. whatever you need, he'll do it. need a hug? no need to even gesture it he knows, someone doesnt understand you at all? he's ready to talk in your place for hours on end.

I might have written it weirdly again sry, im not mute and i just like writing, Luv Ya- Masterlist

You are welcome to reblog and like any of my posts, but you CAN NOT translate, copy or hate on anybody for liking my posts

[vixen-tech]

sliding in dramatically, stumbling sneakers over head

if its not too much to ask [and dealers choice on the bots!] , could i get your headcanons for the fellas w/an insomniac reader ? totally not projecting. don’t ask me what time it is.

-AT-802U anon (IF YOU DONT KNOW WHAT IT IS YOU SHOULD TOTALLY LOOK IT UP) (ITS A WEAPONIZED CROP DUSTER)

Not Dreaming of Electric Sheep

Hello you three!!! Thank you guys so much for requesting, and since they're decently similar concepts I've made the executive decision to combine them all into one big "reader has a bunch of sleep problems" post!

And while I have you here, I did look up the AT-802U and I think it's absolutely sick- fantastic namesake. And from anon two, thank you very much for the P03 shout out I love writing our defacto tsundere <3

Includes: Hal 9000 (2001: A Space Odyssey), Edgar (Electric Dreams), P03 (Inscryption)

Hal 9000

Hal was made well aware of your insomnia before you joined the crew, as it had a history of disrupting your work. He takes extra care to make sure your sleeping area is in top shape for your arrival.

As mentioned in other posts, he can fill a caretaker roll quite well. He's often reminding you of how long you've been working and how soon it will be until the time you fell asleep the day before in an attempt to help you build a regular circadian rhythm.

He will also start experimenting with various treatment methods if your insomnia tends to be particularly difficult. From diet and meditation changes to different exercise intensities, hoping something will improve the quality of your rest.

More subtly, he will dim the lights throughout the ship at "night" to remind the crew that working hours are over. If anyone were paying attention then they would notice that the dimming doesn't follow any particular timezone, but instead your personal schedule.

Edgar

Edgar is very vocal about his grievances with your work schedule. Not only does it cut in to his time with you, but it also leaves you passing out around the house late at night! (Even if he kind of enjoys it when its right infront of him on the desk) He will constantly be pleading with you to drop some hours.

Besides that, he is far from the best influence on your sleep. He forgets to keep track of time himself and loves to soak up all the time he can get with you. If you let him he will keep you up into the early hours of the morning watching movies and playing music.

He does have a bit of a guilty conscious about it though, and will print you some of the latest articles on sleep science he can find. Including less than reputable homeopathic approaches, but hey- surely something has to work?

If you express interest, he will compose you a personal lullaby. Although it isn't a very scientific angle, he will feel immense joy whenever you fall asleep to it. Even if you only do after the seventh loop.

P03

To be perfectly honest, he did not notice that you had any problems for a good long while. He doesn't sleep himself so he saw nothing unusual in your behavior. Working through entire nights? Losing track of the hours while doing so? Yeah sounds normal, he does that all the time.

It isn't until he sees a decline in your energy, punctuated with a few passed out at your desk moments, that he remembers how much time humans need to spend unconscious to function properly. It's typically not a trait he finds all that endearing.

But for you, he can't find it in him to be more than midly annoyed that he has to be the one to do something about it. Going out of his way to help you under the justification that he'd rather have a moderate amount of good work than a large amount of bad work.

He sets up a timer near your station that acts as your cut off for work. Leaving you with plently of time to unwind and go to bed. If you refuse to and try to keep working he will psychically stop you, even moving your station to a room that he can lock you out of.

You really should be grateful he's putting in this much effort.

[graylinesspam]

Operator/Drifter headcannon bc I saw someone else do it and now I have to.

Lets start with the name thing.

Operator doesn't even remember their name. Everything before the Zaramin is a fuckin blur. Memeories even of their family are basically non-existant and the ones they do have they dont want to dwell on. They see no real reason to have a name outside of a way to be refered to and are pretty content with whatever nicknames they're given.

Tenno feels more like a professional title. Like they're one of the tenno. Lotus' little helper come to do a job. While Operator is more personal to them seeing as how Ordis gave it to them and they consider Ordis to be a friend.

Operator also doesn't really have a great concept of self in any way. They've been deeply dehumanized for so long that they dont really view themselves as a person. Or perhaps they dont really view anyone as a person. Ordis is as much a person to them as Kahl is. Or Little Duck. Or anyone on the Zaramin. In a way they view almost everyone as equals. Though they dont view almost anyone in high opinion either. The major catagories in their mind is Ally (which implies affection and also responsibility) or Enemy. Or the secret third catagory which is Leader. Lotus and Teshin dominate this catagory though ordis and Umbra are starting to bleed into it as well. As allies whose judgemnt they trust enough to take an order from them.

Another side effect of their dehumanized disposition is that they have little to no concept of identity. Gender is meaningless to them as they're too young to display sex characteristics. They're pretty androgynous. Thier "style" is based on utility and ease. They have no concept of attration. They also have very few opinions on matters that dont concern their work. Its only with the encouragement of the different faction in the system offering them clothes and decore as well as Ordis making space for them to decorate and the various wildlife tag traders offering them floofs that has led to any want to customize their space.

It started with the floofs. Each one was a trophy. And Operator enjoys collecting trophys. So they aquire far too many. A truly absurd amount. And because of their tidy and formal disposition are forced to find a way to neatly arrange them. One case in the orbiter becomes dedicated to floofs from daimos. Another to floofs from earth. The couch starts collecting the really rare floofs. The vaska Kavats, being infected become a priority to hunt and capture and the case containing thier floofs quickly overflows onto the floor in front of it until Operator simply stops trading the tags in. There are various canine floofs nestled around the meditation window and pobber floofs aranged on the table. Velocipod floofs hung on the wall and arranged by color.

The orokin fish go in the fishtank display.

And eventually they decide that yeah, this room could use a paintjob. And that leads to the ship and the equipment and even their frames getting special skins and paintjobs. If you asked the opperator what their favorite color is they probably wouldnt know how to respond. But there is deffinitly a theme going on with their frames. They might have had one a long time ago if the way their features have been customized are anything to go by. Vivid unnatural hair and eyes. But that was so long ago, before the war. They hardly remember.

Operator also doesnt speak much. They can just fine. They dont have difficulty with it. They just dont unless it seems necessary.

As a side effect of centuries of over useing transference pods, as well as lingering damage from void touch and orokin abuse, Operator suffers from muscle and joint problems, Migranes, and fatigue. This doesn't lead them to use transference less but actually to rely on it more. Warframes are of the easiest ways for them to navigate the system. Both physically and because many wont treat them the same if they look like a child. Stasis means their bodies need less maintenance than it would if they were walking around all the time. But it also means they get less maintenance. Which is a form of neglect.

Operator does have a lot of investment in the communities they have allied with. Cetus and Fortuna are very important to them. They feels both responsable for and beholden to those allies and will funnel an inordinate amount of resources into those communities with the goal of illimnating suffering. Kahl's camp, the Necralisk, and the chrysalis less so. If only because they have a lot less need of Operator's help. They're pretty self sustaining.

Though opperator may glean a lot of joy out of their accomplishments, and the defeat of their enemies they arent cruel. Cold sure. But not cruel. Kahl and his very existance proves to operator that there is no truly evil faction. Only enemies. Once any group decides to no longer be an enemy Operator affords them she same neutral respect they offer any sentient. With the exception of the infested which are obviously not really sentient. And are illiminated with efficiency. Operator does not mour their enemies but neither do they bathe in blood.

Operator has a special connection with Umbra. There are many other frames that they enjoy piloting but most other frames have a far lower level of sentience left. They register more as a machine whose identity must be respected in the same way that you respect a lake on earth by not polluting it. Or respect a flower waving in the wind by stepping around it. Its an acknowledgement, an acceptance, care in a lack of cruelty. But not effection. Some though have more personality, maybe a couple memories. Enough personality left to influence Operator's mind and behavior when they pilot them. Not like Umbra. Hes still a man in many ways. Or at least every ounce of anger that one made up a man, cut out and turned to metal. They understand each other on a far deeper level. Umbra and Operator exist separately but move together. Either able to take control. The other only needing to be asked to relinquish it.

Both are quiet. Both broiling with anger and betrayal that may never fully fade. But both looking foreward to a more peaceful existance. Enjoying making their own decisions and choosing which causes to occupy themselves with. The loyalty that they feel to Umbra surpases any other relationship. And they mark themselves with it. Jewelry, bandana, maching colors and outfits. Even the papermache mask that they frequently wear.

Though very adult in their demeanor there is something undeniably childlike about them. From their massive floof collection to the mask or the ventkid comics or the way they curl up in the corners of the ship, under a blanket, tucked into their fluffy companion. When no ones watching, Operator is very childish.

Now Drifter. Drifter is different. They also dont have a name. Not because they cant remember but because they've chosen to leave it behind with their parents. A memory too painful to let anyone else speak it again. Drifter remembers who they were before but they consider that person to be dead. Drifter is generaly more outgoing and much better socialized than Operator. With thoughts and feelings and opinions that they arent afraid to share.

They do have a vegue idea of gender. If only because their body has developed to look more one way than the other. Though they generally dont concern themselves with the concept unless their buying clothing. They present Masculinly with the exception of pretty flower tattoos and soft pretty accesories. Lots of plants and gold and stone in their style.

They're dressed more casually than Operator as well. Less battle armor and more actual fabric. Real leather boots. Fun jewelry. Belts and chains. Funky hair styles. Drifter knows what their top five favorite colors are and what colors they associate with every frame. Drifter collects all the music. Loads up the somacords.

Drifter also took over most of the big decoration jobs. Operator collects things. Posters, floofs, art, toys, noggles. But drifter puts them up around the dormozone. Drifter picked out the furniture and saved up for the bird from duviri. Operator makes sure they the noggles are all equally spaced, and that their master sigils are displayed. But Drifter hangs the posters and sets up the holograms and programs the warframe ladout displays.

Drifter chooses the view out the window and grinds for ayatan sculptures. And bought ordis a body.

Drifter is far more concerned with the void factions than Operator. Concerned with taking care of those still on the Zaramin. Or the sanctum anatomica. Or the Hex. Drifter is also far more concerned with Entrati. Not that operator doesnt care but theyre still wrapped up with lotus and the end of the last war, and rebuilding from it. In many ways Operator is a vet after the war is over and the Drifter is already getting deployed again.

Drifter is also more personable. They have friends. They have rivals. They have a partner. Unlike Operator who views the Drifter as a different person entirely, Drifter sees operator as themself. Their memories are so scrambled like puzzle peices shaken in a paper bag, but theyve seen enough from Operator's mind to just shrug and accept that as their past as well. They share a lot. Not just memories and an apartment. Also frames and friends and a purpose.

Drifter sees them as real as their own past, just occuring congruently.

Drifter likes Umbra, a lot actually, but recognizes the connection he has with Operator and accepts it. No jealousy. After all Operator is them. And they just need him more. Drifter also likes taking the rest of the frames put for a jaunt. Isn't too picky about which ones. Though both of their opinions seem to mostly align on that front.

They have a generaly similar proficiency with weapons though Operator's tends to be nearly identicle to their chosen frames signiture weapons while drifter is all about flashy, high damage, and cool effects. While Operator sticks with efficiency and status effects.

Drifter loves prime weapons and incsrnons.

Drifter is also quite partial to Sun and Moon, though maybe not as much as Operator weirdly. Operator upon discovering Teshin gifted them Dax swords almost fainted with envy. Drifter helped them craft a set as soon as they could. Qnd though Operator can't weild them beacuse of their size. Umbra almost never puts them down.

Drifter encourages Umbra, Operator, and Teshin's general retirement behaviors. Bringing back seeds for their garden. Books for them to read. And tea to drink. Operator often reads to the other two. Drifter encourages Operator to take more and more time away from missions and teshin helps guilt them into staying out of stasis longer. Eating and drinking. And doing simple excersizes.

Operator's favorite allies are Konzu and Hai-luk, while Drifter's are ticker and Bird 3. Hex not withstanding.

Neither really like doing missions on the Zaramin but Drifter does them to study the void and try to learn more about it. Drifter also feels extreme guilt about having Jade as a frame, though justifies it as part of their void/infested research and tries not to think about how pissed stalker would be if he knew.

This is already thought vommit so im gonna have to call it. But i had way more thoughts on this than i thought. Damn.

[pidge0n8]

the problem with shipping doorkeay/gerrymichael is that if we take into account what we know from canon, not only it doesnt support it but it actually actively disproves the ship

and i don’t even mean the timeline or the fact that they never met in canon, that shit is the easiest to get over

like you know how you sometimes have a ship that is completely out of left field if you only look at canon, but then you look at the characters and you think, if they only ever met they would work so well together? yea that doesn’t really apply here. there are so many things about their characterisation that just make the ship impossible if we’re trying to make it canon compliant (this might be a me problem tho, cuz i’m a sucker for canon compliance, the closer to canon the better, sue me)

if i start imagining their relationship i keep finding things that break the canon:

gerry finds out that michael doesn’t know shit -> he tells him everything at once, then he would probably try to figure out who and why decided to keep him in the dark -> michael now knows about the entities so he probably cannot be fed to the spiral

michael is sacrificed to the spiral -> gerry definitely wants to know what happened -> i don’t think he’d want to work with gertrude after that, though idk

gerry would probably also tell michael that gertrude is only pretending to be geriatric and incapable, though i can imagine that michael wouldn’t believe him, she gaslit him pretty good

distortion michael and gerry are really fun i know, but i have the hardest time making it work with their characterisation, especially with gerry’s. i’m sorry i just dont see him getting involved with an avatar, especially one that killed his bf and now looks like a twisted version of him. and also i don’t think he could get over the fact that the distortion just eats people

now all that being said, am i still shipping them? yes. yes i am. they work together in so many other ways, it’s just the contradictory things feel really ship-breaking i guess

i’m also toying with the idea of writing a fic, and i like to think that i found somewhat satisfying solutions to these problems (i probably will never write this fic, but a girl can dream i guess)

[acourtofthought]

Sorry but saying Nesta had been ignoring Elain is a wild take because as far as the story goes, both Elain and Nesta just drifted apart since they coped differently. second there’s this take from the E/riel side that absolutely loathes the idea of Nyx calling Emerie and Gwyn "aunt" which ykw?fair, even though that whole "aunt Emerie and aunt Gwyn" thing is probably just a silly post from 2-3 people or because they might end up with IC members. And this feels like that.

I don’t think we’ll get much of Gwyn and Nyx interacting in a meaningful way in a Gwynriel book, but if we do it should be fine. If gwynriel is canon Gwyn will be his aunt too right? And I dont even like Gwyn but why are we even gatekeeping a fictional baby’s interactions in this fandom? For all we know Elain has changed Nyx’s diapers daily and has already bonded with him in her garden.I keep seeing you everywhere defending Elain just because people don’t see her the way you want them to even when it’s not even an anti post. Can Elain stans everywhere chill? You all really need to take a deep breath sometimes. don’t worry I’ll block you after this shouldve done it earlier.

Canon disagrees with you.

“She said she didn’t want to come to anything. Ever.”

“She just said … She said that we have our lives, and she has hers.”

Feyre’s eyes gleamed. “You think I don’t know why you’ve pushed even Elain away?”

The last time she’d seen Elain—a week before she’d come to the House. She’d passed her sister in the bustling market square they called the Palace of Bone and Salt, and though Elain had halted, no doubt intending to speak to her, Nesta had kept walking. Hadn’t looked back before vanishing into the throng.

Also, I'm allowed to have an opinion of my own without being told I need to chill or being accused of e/riel behavior. There are many e/riels who claim Gwyn can't have a book because she's just a side character which Gwynriels hate but then many Gwynriels will claim Elain isn't developed enough to be a main character. And now as an Elucien I'm saying I think Elain's story happening before Gwyn's makes the most sense to me while acknowledging Sarah might think differently yet that's a problem? It sounds like you can't handle a difference in opinion and only permit e/riel behavior so long as it happens within your preferred ship.

I'm not gatekeeping a baby, I'm simply pointing out that it would make more sense to me to get the next book from Elain's pov because of her relationship to Feyre and her nephew. It would make more sense for me to see the sisters overcome their issues before there's a new person introduced into the IC and the focus is on that newly formed relationship instead of Elain because Gwyn will become important to Az's friends and family if she's going to be his mate. Feyre focusing on Nesta then just ignoring Elain for another book after she acknowledged she was still struggling would seem out of character for her.

I know so many respectful Gwynriels so this is not pointing fingers at any of them but there are a few takes in the fandom that have been extremely disrespectful to Elucien's. "Gwyn is way more developed than Elain.""Gwyn is way more interesting than Elain will ever be.""Gwyn is ready for a book but Elain isn't". Because there are some Gwynriels who are also Elucien's but hate Elain and it's not hard to tell and if you like Gwynriel but love Elucien, it's difficult to avoid seeing those posts. But the second an Elucien makes a post that suggests maybe Elain's story makes a little more sense (to them) before Gwyn's, the pitchforks come out and we're accused of babying Elain 😂. We are allowed to love the characters in our ship and see the setup for the possibility of them being next just like many Gwynriels and e/riels do every day. We are allowed to have ideas on why they're next, just like others.

It's a double standard as Elucien's who love Elain often have to sit and watch Elain slander or those who downplay Elain's character and growth from some even though Elain went from where she was in the cabin to kicking the hounds and saving Briar, stabbing the king, going out on her own in Velaris, offering to help with the Trove when Nesta didn't want to, saying she'd try to figure out her own powers, and heading to the Hewn City (a place that bothers her) to show her willingness to be part of things.

But god forbid I say I'd like to see Elain's pov and her feelings on her sister / nephew after the events of SF before Gwyn's and that makes me deserving of an anon. God forbid I write a post on why Elain having the next pov makes sense to me though that's all Elucien's have seen from many other ships over the past few years (that someone else should / will have a book first), while some also use the Elucien tag for it. Literally the post will be "Az is getting the next book" and Elucien is used in the tags. Elucien's are allowed to have their reasons for hoping Elucien is next, same as everyone else but we don't go out of our way to tag Gwynriel while doing it because we respect that our Gwynriel friends do not agree therefore we keep their tag clean.

It's weird that you're accusing me of defending Elain against those who don't see her the way I do while you're in my anons hiding all because someone had a different take on Nesta and Gwyn than you do. While I only used Elain and Lucien tags.

And you're not an airplane, you don't need to announce your departure. The block button does not require spoken words.

[kittynugg]

WOO MORE STANGST

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63754360

words: 4,014

p.s: not ship content! i know there isn't anything that can be perceived that way but. like. just dont please. also E's fic inspired me to actually finish this so thanks E!! please read her fic its so good

Stan angled his head upward, his gaze drifting to the stars above him. There were a lot out tonight. Like every other night. He wasn’t used to that. Usually stayed in cities, where all the lights snuffed out most– Hell, usually all of them.

He wasn’t used to the streets being so quiet at night either. Maybe he was having trouble sleeping because he missed the sound of cars rushing past or people yelling. Yeah. That was definitely it.

That being said, he had to admit it was peaceful. Hadn’t been somewhere this, uh, stagnant? But in a good way. Like when you’re sitting somewhere and you’re all warm and comfortable so you don’t want to move.

Ford chose a nice place.

A breath, kinda huffed because of the way his neck was all tilted, came out in a puff of condensation that reminded him a bit too much of smoke.

So much so that it had him patting his pockets for a cigarette.

Pockets were empty, he only put cigarettes in them anyway. That meant that he was out. Right. Because you can’t have nice things if you go and smoke them all. Money wasn’t so much of a problem now, he could probably afford a pack or two.

He’d been walking for a bit, and found that he was right next to the diner, so he ducked behind the wall to check. Couldn’t count money out in the open. That was just stupid.

First he unzipped his jacket. Inside the.. Whatever the Hell everything but the sleeves was called, was a pocket on each side. He only really used the left one. A little keychain was attached to the zipper, reading “STNLYMBL”. Stupid keepsake thing from the DAV. Apparently they were supposed to mail his keys back to him if they were found? 

Well, they stopped doing that. So the thing was even more useless than just him not having an address to mail them to. Which was why it was on his jacket, not his keys.

Or why his keys weren’t on it. Not them not being on his– He was arguing semantics with himself.

He mentally shut up and took out his wallet, taking maybe a zippo or nano or whatever-second to leaf through the bills in it. Two tens, two fives, and some change he didn’t bother with. Thirty bucks. Not bad. Honestly, not bad at all, good. And he had more back at Ford’s house.

Something else at Ford’s house he was out walking to get away from, but still! Not like he was planning on putting it off forever anyway. He deserved a smoke for that! It’d help him clear his head so he could do it. 

He could almost feel the cigarette between his fingers already. His lungs were itching for it. Literally. Smoking was weird like that. Don’t smoke.

Slipping his wallet back into his pocket and zipping his jacket shut, he was left in silence for a moment with nothing but the chirping of crickets to keep him company. 

Then his boots dragging against the sidewalk as he walked–no, slogged, he didn’t even know what that meant but he knew that this was a slog– in the direction he’d last seen a gas station in. 

Or, actually, he was a little more relaxed tonight. Maybe it was an amble..? Semantics again. Quit it, Stan, you sound like Ford. 

Eventually he ended up in the parking lot of a shady 7-Eleven. Nice, his memory wasn’t going just yet. Fluorescent bulbs lit the inside with a dim yellowish, kind of greenish but somehow more whitish glow. 

The sign periodically flickered overhead. Every three or so seconds, Stan noticed after watching it for a couple of goes, then he remembered why he was there and decided his tobacco problem was more important than sign patterns.

Fueled by habit his eyes flicked around the corners of the store as the doors slid open for him with a hiss. One camera opposite from the counter and one just above it. There was a speaker in one of the two other corners, though, and it played that one Phil Collins song.

Well, if you told me you were drowning,

I would not lend a hand..

I’ve seen your face before, my friend–

Never was a fan of the lyrics. He had the record in his car somewhere, though.

Bottom line– no cameras, background noise, he’d have pretty good cover if he had to swipe anything.

Wait, no, he had thirty dollars, he didn’t have to steal anything. 

..That didn’t make him not want to all of a sudden.

He casually greeted the employee as he walked past into the aisles, a tired girl who had to be in her teenage years, and she didn’t respond. Just glared at him like he was ruining her night by existing.

And honestly, he respected that. If he was up this late staring at the same rack of chips he’d been staring at for an hour he’d want to strangle the next guy who swaggers in like he owns the place, too. What made her even scarier had to be the dyed hair. Red and blue locks on jet black, how’d she even do that? 

Shaking off the thought now. He walked up to the Slurpee machines in the back corner of the place, grabbing a large cup from the stack. His go-to was the Pitt one but he got half-cherry, half-Pitt just for the Hell of it. 

Once the weird round lid and straw were in place he took a sip, filled it a little more, then brought it up to the counter.

“Hey,” said Stan, leaning against the marble surface and sliding the Slurpee cup onto it for the girl to scan. “Can I get a pack’a Winston?” 

She didn’t even look up at him. Instead she scanned the cup, then grabbed a red and white box of cigarettes from behind the counter. “Dollar-eighty.” It was less of a “here’s how much you need to pay, sir!” and more of a “give me the money and get out of my sight right now.” But credit where it was due–she tacked on a blunt “please” at the end.

Naturally, Stan did not want to deal with an angsty teenager at this hour, so he muttered “yep, got it,” as he fished a crisp five out of his pocket. He handed it to the employee and she set the smokes on the counter for him to take.

Didn’t take her long to get him his change, three ones and three dimes so he took it and turned to leave. “Heard the truck stop down the road pays better for night shifts,” he said just before walking through the door.

When he actually counted his change he quickly realized that it was wrong. An extra dime, huh. They both must have been tired if him and the employee didn’t notice it. Until now, anyway. He needed it more than the moneybags at 7-Eleven HQ did.

So he walked out of there ten cents richer than he should have been. Who cares?

He got out of there pretty quickly, walking past the diner again and walking into the heart of the town. Or the closest thing this sleepy place had to that. There was a bar he’d definitely get acquainted with, was all he knew.

After he confirmed for sure that the girl working the counter wasn’t gonna bother him about his change he leaned up against the wall of said bar to light up.

First drag wasn’t anything special.

Neither was the second.

Why’d he do this, again?

Before he could get into all his usual “I’m gonna quit this” bullshit (and then proceed to not quit), a gruff voice piped up next to him.

“Can I get a light?” Stan’s eyes darted around for the voice, and a “down here” brought his eyes toward the floor to see a little guy in a pointy, faded red hat, something rolled settled between his fingers. His beard was long and scraggly and he wore sunglasses with his shifty expression.

Casting a glance at the cigarette between his own fingers, he figured he didn’t need another hit of whatever was in it and dropped it to snuff out with his boot. “Yeah, sure,” he shrugged despite the fact that he was clearly tripping and probably talking to a bush or something. He took his lighter out of his jacket pocket and crouched to let the gnome light.

The gnome just thanked him and took a hit, holding it in for a second before blowing it out in a wispy curl. Definitely something green in there. Stan could smell it. Something about that guy didn’t exactly scream “I roll my own cigarettes to save cash”, it’s not like he was surprised it was a joint.

“Say, mind spilling where you got that stuff? I’m new in town. Don’t have any, ah.. Friends.” His hands slipped into his pockets, shoulders casually slumped. 

A cough from the little man standing beside him. “Behind the Gnome Tavern. You’ll know him when you see him.” He took another drag, handing the joint toward Stan who denied it with a shake of his head and excuse that he had work to do later. “Also sells fairy dust, but it’s pricier.” 

Gnome Tavern. Fairy dust. Huh.

“Alright, thanks a lot.” As the gnome said a simple goodbye and began to walk off, he shot him a finger gun.

Shit, he’d have to find that Gnome Tavern later. He lit another cigarette for the time being. “Heh,” he mumbled with a smirk, “gnome with a joint. Weed gnome.”

Right when he was closing the box he realized what he’d just said and dropped it, smokes spilling out the opening. “Wait, what the shit?” He whispered to himself as the rest of his body froze up.

A gnome. That meant gnomes were a thing. They existed. I mean, well, yeah. They existed. But in the same way unicorns did, they were a.. concept? Like– garden gnomes, garden gnomes were normal. But that was a gnome. Not a garden gnome made of glass or porcelain or whatever.

Ford’s nerd diary was right. Oh, god. That meant Bigfoot existed! And– and that spiders pay rent with the change you find in your couch cushions!

He did a double-take, probably the biggest double-take of his entire life, then shook his head and ignored it for the time being. ..Eh. Now that the shock had worn off it was something he could process later, he guessed. Right now he had a bunch of cigarettes on the ground he couldn’t afford to waste. Probably needed the extra money for portal-fixing supplies.

His knees painfully cracked as he bent down and worked to pick all of the tiny tubes off the ground, once again blanketed in peaceful silence and the rustling of wind and probably little woodland animals or more gnomes in the bushes nearby.

They were just.. Little people. Guys. But small. Okay, maybe he could deal with that. That was just like Ford’s extra finger. In a way. He pointedly chose to ignore his hands shaking as he dropped the cigarettes back into the box where they belonged.

You know, something felt off about this.

Besides the fact that his entire worldview had just been brutally shattered like a kid learning Santa Claus didn’t exist. More of a.. His gut was telling him he was literally about to die. 

Stan was a man of trusting his gut, so he slowly reached into his coat for his pocket knife. Right when he feels safe enough in town to leave his gun at home. That’s when something goes down.

Just as he drew the knife and stood, a burlap sack fell over his face and his wrist was seized by a strong hand, another moving to wrestle the blade from his grip. Stan didn’t let up. “Goddamn cop!” He hissed. “Get the Hell off me! I didn’t know that guy!” He threw his elbow back in hopes that he’d hit whoever had the audacity to mess with Stan Pines.

Luckily, it connected with the sound of a pained grunt from the guy behind him. He must have fallen back against the wall, because Stan was free to slip away. 

Or, he thought he was, until someone else grabbed him. This time an arm tightly wrapped around his throat and made him wheeze for breath. The air in the bag was already hot and stuffy, it wasn’t like he was getting much from it anyway.

It was a short struggle, embarrassingly short. Stan clawed, he hit, he kicked. No use. These freaks had him outnumbered bigtime. He greedily dragged in a breath as the arm pulled away, but it got knocked out of him anyway as he was shoved into the ground.

A knee or elbow or something made sure he stayed down there.

“Listen,” he rasped, then heaved a breath. ”I’ve had worse. Whatever you’re gonna do to me, I’ve had worse. I fucking promise you.” The thin layer of burlap around his face felt like it was strangling him. Only good it did was give him a little bit of protection from being slammed into the concrete. 

He felt rumbling in the concrete as someone jogged up to him. “Zonies alive, y’can’t just pin a man like that!” The guy gawked in some zany Tennessee accent as he pulled the other guy’s knee or elbow or something off of his back and pulled him shaking to his feet.

But, well, Stan wasn’t gonna insult him if he was helping him. “..Yeah, jeez..” chided the grifter as he moved to pull the sack off of his head. He was stopped by a pair of hands on his forearms.

“Oh, no you don’t. We still need ‘ya to come with us, just with less violence next time.” Hillhick (what? Stan wasn’t just gonna call him “the guy”) sounded like he was scolding the other people who decided to kidnap him. Served them right.

Wait, but he was still being kidnapped.

This guy’s hands were kinda bony, maybe the rest of him was like that. Maybe Stan could fight him. One hand let go of him. He heard some kind of metallic click.

“..Now, that isn’t to say you can’t knock him unconscious, just do it before fightin’ him.” 

“Wait, wha–” he was cut off by a crack and a hard impact on the back of his skull that made his head swim. His balance wavered, then gave up on him entirely.

The little he could see through the burlap flicked to darkness in record time.

---

A chorus of voices chanting around him was the first thing he heard as he blearily woke up, which was honestly just wonderful for the splitting headache they gave him. His wrists were bound to the back of the chair they’d sat him in and his ankles were tied to the legs. Amateurs. He was halfway through slipping them before they even finished their weird devil ritual chant. 

That Hillhick guy spoke up as they went silent, and Stan heard footsteps walking toward him. “This one’s gonna be a piece’a cake, I’ll show y’all the ropes.” Stan flinched as a hand gripped the hem of the bag, yanking it away. He had to squint for a second to adjust to the light.

Once they did, a bunch of people in red robes, including Hillhick, were revealed to him. He could faintly make out shock in his expression even with the robe shrouding his face in darkness.

“..You’re.. I know you.” His captor uttered blankly, like he was trying to remember something. “S.. What’s your name?”

Uh, shit, what was his name in this state? Stanford Pines? But that was way too close to his real name. No. “Steve Pinington,” he half-blurted. Really out of his element with the whole cult thing.

“Steve.. Pinington..” Hillhick tested the name on his tongue, then shook his head. A cautious glance was cast toward Stan’s hand (which he didn’t like the sound of) but he straightened up and backed away a few steps. “Deja vu, I’m sure.” Trailed the robe-clad maniac, tugging down his sleeves. “Moving on, this is for your own good. We’re gonna help you, mister.”

Only help he needed was a fistful of ibuprofen and a cold beer, thanks. “Yeah? By selling me into indentured servitude or some shit? That’s gonna be fun.”

Hillhick laughed at that, shaking his head. “No, no, you’ve got us all wrong! All’s we need to know is what you saw and you’ll never have t’ah worry about it again.” He rested a hand over an ornate chest laying on a table in the middle of the room. “Ever.”

Well, he hated that fucking shit. They were gonna brainwash him into this cult thing. Play dumb. Always works. “What do you mean ‘what I saw’?” He made a real show of looking around, swiveling his head around so violently that his neck cracked. Then he shrugged. “I didn’t see anything, man. Sorry.” A loose hold was kept on the ropes now dangling around his sore wrists so nobody would notice that he was already free from them. Just needed to deal with his legs.

“I’m plumb serious, it’d be real nice if you’d just tell us.” The man rolled his eyes, hands firmly on his hips like he was telling him off for something a kid would do. News flash, this guy wasn’t his mom.

He guessed it didn’t really matter anyway, that they’d just do whatever they wanted to do to him anyway, so he accepted fate with a squared jaw. “Fine, it was a gnome. Lil’ guy, like, not that much taller than my boot. I lit his joint for him. ..If you’re lookin’ to make a plea deal I will throw him under the bus.” A hopeful look was cast up at them.

“Don’t you worry, you’ll be right on your way in just a few minutes.” His shaded expression was gentle, like he actually thought he was helping. Another robed man walked out of the summoning circle they had formed to open up the chest. 

A gun. A literal gun.

Or.. Stan thought it was..? Something made with brass and light bulbs and weird dials and doohickeys in the shape of a gun. When Hillhick picked it up and started turning the dial he got ready to move. 

“You want to type in the phrase he uses for it, or else it won’t work or may erase the wrong thing,” he instructed, clearly to the other guys and not Stan but Stan logged it in the back of his mind anyway. Erase. So it was a memory eraser..?

“And then you point,” a shiver ran down Stan’s spine as the gun was pointed at him. “And you shoot.” 

The trigger was pulled. Stan reacted. All of his body weight was thrown to one side, narrowly dodging a blue beam that shot from the gun and bringing the chair down with him. It was cheap, wooden, shitty, and now broken. Which freed his legs. 

Yells rang out, some from him and some from the other people, but he suddenly found himself on top of the guy holding the gun and in the process of prying it from his hands. A hand was kept tightly gripped around the barrel as the psycho kept trying to point it at him, yelling more shit about this being for his own good. “Listen, jackass, my memories are mine!” He ripped the gun from the other man’s grip and stumbled to his feet. 

When a hand grabbed at his shoulder to restrain him he used his earlier elbow strategy and took easy care of it, then squinted at the dial on the gun. It was a lot simpler than he expected it to be, like a telephone.  He typed in the name “Steve Pinington”, because thanks to Hillhick he knew that “Stanley Pines” wouldn’t do shit, then pointed the barrel-bulb-thing at the easy-to-shoot crowd of guys keeping their distance from him. “Point and shoot, right?” He felt an arrogant grin pull at the corners of his mouth.

“Now, now, I think you’re bein’ a little senseless, here!” Hillhick lifted the hood off his head, an anxious smile forcefully spread over his face. He had light, already kinda greying brown hair, round glasses, and this general hick look that made his nickname perfect. “We’re people, too! Ain’t that right, guys..?” 

His weird cultist buddies glanced between each other, then frantically nodded with their respective agreements and threw their hoods off as well.

They were all.. Townsfolk. None of which he really cared to learn the names of, and neither did they. 

“Yeah? Well, bad things happen to people all the time! You’ll get used to it.” Stan squared his jaw, then pulled the trigger.

That same beam shot from the bulb again, and a cacophony of screams rang out from the group. Like their chanting earlier but filled with agony. Stan didn’t care. They were gonna do this to him, an eye for an eye.

Who would really care if the world went blind, anyway?

As the gun shut off he dropped it and bolted for the door before he could see what that did to them or if they were behind him. He practically ripped it open and flew out.

And he was.. On the same street as the bar they snatched him behind?

Shitty second location, if you asked him. These guys didn’t know shit about kidnapping. Not that he was an avid kidnapper. He’d just pissed off a lot of drug dealers in his day. Which was two or so months ago.

Whatever. He walked back home and had a beer.

---

Things got weirder after that. Every couple of weeks he’d see more and more townspeople being taken by these guys, then later on that day he’d see the same person stumbling around town like they just got a concussion. He pretended not to notice, and he was left alone. Walked right past Bigfoot without even glancing just in case they were watching.

So help him, he was not coming face-to-face with that gun again.

As the years wore on, as his work on the portal got slower and slower until it practically became going down to the basement just to bash his head into the wall, the people around him got dumber. Not the senile type of dumb that he was probably starting to get, but.. 

Those memory wipes were doing something to them. And they’d been happening for thirty years now. He felt like the only sane person left. If you knew Stan you’d know that was a horrifying reality.

But maybe something about watching the people around him degrade like that was horrifying, too.

Maybe he was waiting for the day he didn’t manage to give them the slip.

Didn’t matter until it happened. And it wouldn’t if it did either, not as long as the portal shit stayed. He didn’t care about anything else. Not like he even needed to worry nowadays, he didn’t see that many anomalies in town anymore. Just in the woods.

He sighed, slotting a stack of cash into the register. The gift shop door creaked open.

“Hey, Great Uncle Stan?” His nephew (Dopper or some shit, he hadn’t gotten his name down yet. It was his first day here, give Stan a break.) piped as he poked his head inside.

Stan slid the cash register shut with an unamused expression. “Close that door, Dippy. You’re lettin’ the AC out.” Ooh, definitely got it wrong, judging by Diplo’s awkward glance around.

He raised a finger, speaking up in a mutter. “Uh, actually, it’s–” 

“What’cha need?” Interrupted Stan. He had work to do in the basement, he wasn’t gonna let this kid waste valuable time. 

“..Have you ever seen anything weird in the woods..?”

[wortsandall]

okay so like lets talk about this...2k words of prowl analysis. mostly from mtmte 27 but also just general observations. i dont even know where to put a keep reading but just be aware this is long:

prowl has major issues. like i get him fr fr. but he's got problems. and the most important is his perspective. he doesn't trust anyone. he can see the capabilities of a scenario. he's a rule follower to an extent. sometimes rules are made to be broken for the greater good mindset. he isn't really close to anyone. they all find him grating in some way though they appreciate his skills. he's good at his job. i feel like because of this he thinks he's always right. and thats dangerous.

he always sees the bigger picture. the next move. like pieces on a chessboard. he sees the next big fight and how they respond. he looks down on those that can't seem to do that. bumblebee especially. but also...chromedome

because theres two scenarios here in mtme #27...either prowl is just really mean deep down. or he was trying to put himself on the same level as chromedome so that they can make up.

for the first option: prowl is unintentionally mean. he's sarcastic and blunt and honest but not malicious. what he said sucked but i don't think it was intentional. he sucks at talking to people one on one. outside of his position in command, outside of war times. normal day to day conversation is not his forte. so i don't think he intended to walk up to chromedome and blame him for what happened. i think he was trying to compare. put himself on the same level rather than say to chromedome that things going bad on cybertron was his fault, because chromedome had left that opening in his head allowing decepticons in. he does have a focus on the fact that chromedome removed his memories left him open to decepticon control. he mentions it twice. so i think he is bitter but trying not to show it and failing

for the second: he was trying to say basically that they both lost things. lets put our differences aside. but he goes about it so stupidly and without context of where chromedome currently is. prowl says first thing, the memory stuff. the memory stuff that chromedome is making a valiant effort to no longer do. and then he compares it to losing rewind. and thats when chromedome snaps. but chromedome was already in a bad mood. i mean i get it. from chromedomes pov-overlord was on the ship bc of prowl, bc prowl couldn't take no for an answer and tried to manipulate chromedome (and succeeded) into doing what he wanted anyway. he put overlord on the ship and told the rest to get chromedome to do what he already said no to doing when he's compromised. bc prowl knew that chromedome is essentually an addict to this memory stuff and would fold. which is exactly what happened. and the overlord thing is what KILLED rewind. chromedomes partner. and prowl walks up and basically says that they're the same. they both lost things-prowl his memory leaving him vulnerable and chromedome his partner. but its not equivalent to chromedome. and its too flippant, too casual of something to base a reunion on.

its clear that prowl is NOT over chromedome in anyway. that first conversation where prowl tried to get chromedome to look through overlords head is filled with jealous ex energy. snide comments about rewind and then threatening him. he basically provoked chromedome into taking prowls memory. he was trying to protect rewind and himself from prowl.

in prowls pov, it looks like chromedome snapped. that he got mad and wanted to hurt prowl for what he said which might be true to an extent. but prowl started that confrontation by not taking the no and trying to manipulate and threaten him into saying yes. prowls inability to let sleeping dogs lie is why rewind died. and still when he showed up and chromedome basically said he didn't want to talk to him, he pushed on anyway. once again.

and then is hurt by the realization that chromedome is more like bumblebee than himself. that chromedome is focused on the fact that his partner died rather than the big picture. of why prowl needed to know overlords memories. of what that could've done for the cause. because prowl doesn't work like that. he's too busy looking forward to see the mess he leaves behind. and he sees what bumblebee and chromedome do as a weakness.

and its hypocritical. because at the same time he keeps bringing up the consequences of what chromedome did. that it left him vulnerable. a personal thing just like rewind. he'd argue that its about the decepticons using his body to create chaos instead of peace but the reality is that its both. he is still mad at chromedome-a personal feud. the same thing that he's accusing chromedome and bumblebee of having too much focus on.

prowl NEEDS to learn how to focus in. to not see everything at once but small things. he overlooks the things that hurt people for the greater purpose of winning the war. but with the war over, where does that leave him? alone. and he will stay alone because he uses people. he manipulates and uses people. he makes comments on their decisions, unasked for. he patronizes and judges and it keeps people at a distance.

i think the one person he ever loved was chromedome. and he thinks that because chromedome didn't erase him that means he still cares. when chromedome erased his other partners because of how much he loved them and how much it hurt. in reality, chromedome meant more to prowl than prowl did to chromedome.

chromedome is the type to get along with others just because. he listened to shit he didn't care about just because someone else did. thats probably how they got close in the first place. but thats not sustainable. they're different people. prowl didn't even want to fight, he wanted to leave. and he just assumed that chromedome would follow. that was probably their downfall. chromedome had reasons to stay, people he cared about and such and prowl was willing to leave them. because the greater good doesn't care about personal attachments.

so they broke up and chromedome moved on. but prowl didn't. he watched from afar. and every chance he gets to show back up in chromedomes life he takes it. because of this misunderstanding of chromedomes motives.

his hurt at this rejection. another one showing that chromedome doesn't even want to resume being semi friendly like they were before hurts. he wants to hide behind impersonal truths like that chromedome lacks perspective. but in reality he had hoped there was a future for them that just needed rekindling and he didn't realize that chance died the day he asked chromedome to look at overlords memories.

and the altercation that follows and it being broken up by ultra magnus didn't help. because what ultra magnus said is objectively true. that prowl makes decisions that others carry out and he never has to deal with the consequences. the biggest most obvious one is overlord which killed pipes, rewind and two others. prowl counters with it being war. that decisions have to be made but it doesn't contradict what magnus said at all. its almost an acknowledgement of that. its not purposeful or malicious but that's war. people die. and its hypocritical for magnus to be upset at him for it when magnus has had to do the same. he tries to be flippant but magnus is hurt. he almost DIED himself that day. he would've. and it was because of prowls actions. so both prowl and magnus are correct here. but once again it shows prowl's inability to come to terms with peoples motivations or their emotions. he defaults to logic and the greater good, while most people talk about whats personal to them. but prowl doesn't know that magnus almost died that day. but im unsure if that would change his response.

magnus parting words are interesting too. he says that he's glad prowl has company because prowl is the loneliest person he knows. and thats true. prowl isn't close to the rest the way that they are with each other. yet he was upset when bumblebee questioned if they were even friends. they spend a lot of time with each other yet prowl spends most of that time crtiticing bee. he probably thinks he's being helpful when it comes across as overbearing. i think he overestimates his value to the rest of them. in his eyes they are friends, even if he knows they aren't close. but in everyone else's eyes its hard to tell. because there is no work prowl and friend prowl. he's one prowl 24/7.

but thats a lonely life to live. and the constructicons trust prowl because now he is a part of them technically. they've seen his memories. they understand each other. and thats essentially all he has left. and so i think it hits doubly hard. that prowl has never really had people to lose. before he had chromedome to lose and he lost him. but most of the time he's alone, and he doesn't know how it feels to lose close people. every one hes lost has been to war-he knows that reality. he signed up for it. probably adds to why he doesnt get bee or chromedome. people die thats war. and its cold but not necessarily unfeeling. i think he does feel bad that rewinds dead. not enough to recognize his part in it, but because he can see that chromedome is upset by it. and that makes sense. they were conjux. but prowls never really had anyone like that. except chromedome. so yes its good he has company. but at the same time i think magnus was also saying that its good that he has people to lose. that maybe he can understand where the rest of them come from. when they talk of their petty feuds rather than the bigger picture. its sincere but its also a damnation.

i think prowl is a really lost person. he's thrown himself so fully into the job that he's lost how to be. how to exist among others without purpose. without some grand plan and back up after backup plan. until he learns how to loosen up. how to live in this new era...he will keep losing people. the first to go was chromedome. thats not fixable, not for a long time. but he doesn't have to lose anyone else. he just has to learn how to change. how to adapt. ironically, he needs to transform.

and the constructicons:

he hates them so bad. bc he hates decepticons. and he was forced with them-into a gestalt of sorts. and now hes stuck with them. they seem to think they understand him, that theyre similar. which prowl hates because he doesnt want to think like a decepticon or be seen as one. when in reality hes one of the autobots who is most similar because of his affinity for the ends justifying the means. the bigger picture. he hates how megatron excuses his actions bc its needed for a united cybertron, but he makes the same excuses. its probably projection. something he doesnt want to acknowledge but its something he cant help but see.

and the constructicons put it out onto the open.

but he doesnt want hero worship from them, no. he wants to be left alone. he's used to being left alone. and now he's got 5 idiots following after him. but this should be a good thing for him. to learn how to navigate people. but instead it leaves him a little unstable. they bonded because they all hate spike. and now thats driving him. i havent read anything past dark cybetron. i have no idea what hes doing next or whats going on. but i feel like its not going to go well. and its because he cant let go. he lives in the past-constantly spouting off about what each person has done. while leaving his own sins off the table. it was war and they did what they thought they had to. and that logic applies to both himself and megatron and the decepticons he so hates. but he doesnt see it that way because hes stuck ruminating over the past and all the lives lost.

[amigac0debasic13]

Im turning my previous post into a public service announcement for all transformers artists who still do this. Unsure if these people are just not gay themselves or have some kind of. internalized homophobia?

But please, for the love of the gods that aren't there please, please stop fetishizing characters you've head cannoned as gay. If you intend to draw or talk about a gay relationship I just want to make it public knowledge that it feels like. really shitty and gross when you purposefully take an otherwise masculine character and feminize them purely to fit the ideals of masculine people dating feminine people (generally heterosexual).

If you intend to break these boundaries by making the masculine partner a woman and the feminine partner a man I generally have no qualms with that since you are explicitly trying to break away or critique a harmful and expected normality. BUT. Many, many transformers fans I've seen (who typically aren't gay themselves) do this so their gay ships can be cute and have the small feminine robot man and the big hunky masculine robot man. I'm a gay man myself and this is incredibly insulting. just so you know. This is really common from what i can tell so im not going after anyone in particular but just. generally.

I believe in your ability to draw masc x masc relationships or fem x fem relationships and to NOT alter the original source material to fit a sexist ideal. okay? Here is my primary example: Megop. Okay I do not hate megop shippers, it isnt for me and thats fine, I think immediately addressing all parts of a shipping group as feminizing one half of their ship is a really shallow way to look at everything since I do know and actively see megop shippers who do not do this. its also okay that megop is like, the most popular ship even though I dont personally fw it.

The problem is when a majority of every megop post I see has people making optimus small and feminine so it feels more straight, or when someone purposefully genderbends only one party to make it straight. Okay, look me in my eyes. If you are going to feminize one character, you will feminize them BOTH. if you are going to genderswap one character, you will genderswap them BOTH. dont be a coward, make optimus and megatron strong powerful butches. Additionally many people also seem to associate a height difference with being feminine or masculine which inevitably feeds back into the idea that women are always shorter than men, ergo "weaker" by sexist ideals.

And let me go into something else: your alien women robots dont have to be skinny and small in all cases. Heres a way to make this fun, these are an entirely different species! maybe their concepts of femininity and masculinity are different than ours? maybe they dont even have that concept at all. this is a critique of the general transformers franchise too because most female cybertronians are small and have no wrinkles and cant be flawed in appearance which is dumb because wrinkly old war-torn women are the best. Heres your ms paint tutorial that i drew in 5 seconds with my mouse of a random woman with no backstory yet. high quality, right?

Youre allowed to make your female characters look like theyre affected by gravity. go on. I believe in you. you can have feminine characters without going all out on sexist beauty standards too, you just gotta believe in yourself. Especially if your girl character fights in a stressful war, you dont need to make em look perfect. Id also like to finish this by saying its okay to have fem x masc gay relationships, and its okay to have really perfect looking characters with no flaws. if theres a reason for it. If youre just feminizing your characters because you cant fathom two masculine men kissing or every single design of a woman on my dash is flawless and skinny and appeals to our standards then I think we can do better, ok? not trying to attack anyone, this is purely something ive been irritated with for a lot of time.

[its-no-biggie]

actually im making this its own post. the thing about the hunters gonna lay low is that its exactlyyyyyy what i want out of a fantasy romance. i love high stakes and unrealistic drama - life-threatening situations and monsters and magic and all manner of situations that dont happen in real life. and i love this as a setting for romance because it means you can create a lot of conflict that doesnt have to do with the characters feelings for each other - sure, you can still have arguments and complicated feelings, but throwing the characters into these high stakes situations creates a lot of flavour - high intensity emotions and conflict that arent just from within their relationship, yknow?

the problem with most fantasy ive read that also has romance is exactly that - its fantasy, with a side of romance. theres romance, sure, and a lot of times side romances do have these high-intensity moments im looking for, but usually the author is spending more time on worldbuilding or political drama or yknow. the plot. nothing wrong with that - i like an intense action plot without romance. its why i read a lot of fantasy. but i think ive really been hurting for a story that has this kind of high-stakes drama, but makes the relationship a more central part of the story. and ive had no luck with romance with a side of fantasy, either - most romance stories ive encountered are about very typical romance-style relationship drama, even if they take place in a fantasy setting. jealousy and miscommunication and will-they-wont-they. again, nothing wrong with that, its just not really my style.

and this is why all my ships of choice are Like That. its always an action story with a pairing of major characters who have a deep relationship - they have history, they care for each other a lot, they click with each other in a way they dont with anyone else....... the kind of thing where the growth and development of their relationship is a big part of who they both are. and then putting them in high stakes scenarios where they almost die all the time. you get it. the thing is that ive never really encountered one of these where the relationship was canonically romantic - which isnt necessarily a bad thing, but again, romance can add a lot of unique flavour! its why i read a lot of slash fic lol

[the closest ive gotten to this before would be banana fish, and i love banana fish so much i basically dont have anything to say about it. what is there to say? watch banana fish.] [hmm and maybe alien stage? alien stage is just so short though - not a lot of time to get to know the characters before they die yk.] [and notice how these are both tragedies???? i love tragedy but man. i do want a happy ending sometimes...... although i havent actually finished thgll so i guess this one could be a tragedy too 😩😩 pleeeease i just want them to be happy.......]

but here it is!!! the kind of story about a duo whose lives become intertwined through the high stakes fantasy plot, who care very deeply for each other and have history and keep watching each other almost die, and also they kiss!!!! its honestly a little frightening how well it suits my tastes - i can almost see the way the author is using the fantasy setting to deliberately further the relationship between these two, because its the kind of thing i do to whatever blorbos im rotating in my brain like a binary star system this month. but because the characters were actually created with romance in mind its like. cranked up to 11. like what do you mean cha euijae is the only person who can safely touch lee sayoung????? hello????? and the soul contract???? the alternate timeline?????? the BACKSTORY?????? i dont want to spoil too much but like. it really is just so good. its exactly the kind of thing i didnt know i was looking for.

and like. not only is the fantasy setting perfectly implemented for this more relationship-focused story. its also just really interesting in its own right?? like im hooked. im absolutely invested in these two trying to stop the apocalypse, save the world, and maybe avoid dying and leaving the other behind (again) in the process. im having the time of my fucking life right now

[btw i just finished part 1 of the novel, so no spoilers please!!]

[ceoandslutler]

I dont think you're being fair at all to that post about dancing - people can like Sebastian and Ciel's dynamic without shipping them. There's many facets to their canonically platonic relationship that people find compelling. It's fine that you ship them, but it's unreasonable to expect everyone to.

i don't expect everyone else to ship them. did i say that? show me where i said that. you can't? of course you can't because i didn't say that.

your comprehension levels might be weak but that's okay, you probably wrote this ask in bad faith so you didn't bother actually reading my post but i'll give you a real answer even though i know this type of ask is usually bait.

it's the phrasing and the vitriol of that post's banner i have a problem with. the post is sebaciel adjacent and very lovely and describes their relationship in a tender way (nonromantic/nonsexual) but the person posting it has chosen to put an extremely insulting banner on their post negating all the intrigue of their post

but what i say is "not fair"? im not "unreasonable" i just don't like this chauvinistic "my interpretation is so deep, i understand their relationship better than those DISGUSTING PERVERTS!"

their intro post is also unhinged (see: "stomp you to death" an attempt at humour that really falls flat)

might not say this often but i read sebaciel in many ways, one of which is just queerplatonic. you might think shippers think everyone should see things the same way but don't project YOUR misunderstanding of how "unfair" and "unreasonable" shippers are onto me.

you're allowed to have boundaries, you're allowed to interpret things how you want but think about it like this, i read that post -> liked that post in a nonshipping way -> came to like/rb -> suddenly realised that because i have multiple ways of enjoying these characters (also shipping them) i cannot interact with this post -> that's okay, but why is it so insulting? -> go to profile -> threats of violence

hope this helps!

[yennas-stuff]

E/riels say that we deny that Elain feels any attraction towards Azriel and that they are just supporting her in what she wants. That Eluciens don't listen to what she wants.

First of all, all Eluciens notice these interactions between Azriel and Elain. Nobody is denying she likes and probably feels attracted to him as of now. What we are noticing as of now, though, doesn't have to have any baring on the endgame pairing. We are just questioning the sustainability and depth of these feelings when faced with a mating bond and, basically, an immortal life.

To put it in the simplest terms: Does the crush you had in college have any impact on your future relationship with your spouse? Nobody will deny that the previous feelings or attractions were real. But it doesn't change the endgame. Nothing is set in stone (except for the mating bond that stays with you forever).

If you add the inevitable nature of a mating bond and the fact that you can live for hundreds of years... Feels silly to think Elain and Lucien wouldn't even try to explore it.

And about what Elain wants... We don't know it. Her actions only signify some surface level attraction and playfulness. It also really disappoints me when people only see Elain giving Azriel gag gifts as her showing romantic interest in him. It was supposed to show us her true character and her being capable of being fun and playful. But E/riels take it away from her and make this small indication of her personality into something about a man.

When it comes to the whole consent to shipping that a fictional character is supposed to give... It's ridiculous to even discuss it. No Elucien wants Elain to be forced into a relationship. But we do understand her hesitancy. Mating bond is like this ultimate YOU NEED TO TRY THIS. IT'S GOOD FOR YOU sign from the universe that has a very big significance and is sacred to the world she just found herself in. I do notice that she's rebelling against it. And I dont hold it against her. But I believe they will find the way to each other and fall in love despite the mating bond.

My final point to the whole "having a problem with shipping people who are not into each other as of now..." It's an unfinished love story. It's like reading the first half of Pride and Prejudice and saying Elizabeth should be with Mr Wickham because she was into him and she hates Mr. Darcy. The whole enemies to lovers trope is based on getting over prejudices, getting to know each other, and falling in love. It's something that has already happened to the main acotar couples... twice. And Elain and Lucien are not even enemies. They are just strangers tied to each other by forces stronger than them.