#im thinking specifically war thunder

[lorddeathofmurdermountain]

Reverse twinks? Whales?

[novaursa]

hi:) your work is lovely and I was wondering if you could do something with jon snow and a noble reader who has a past with ramsay? I don’t have any specific ideas lol im

sorry but I just love the two characters. anyway I hope you’re having a wonderful night💙

The Winter You Chose

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- Summary: You came to him before the storm, but the past is not easily forgotten.

- Pairing: bolton!reader/Jon Snow

- Rating: Mature 16+

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @oxymakestheworldgoround @idenyimimdenial

- A/N: Due to lack of information provided, this short story only has around 819 words and I've decided to make the reader a Bolton.

The cold was more biting than you remembered, and your cloak—fine as it was, lined with sable and dyed a deep grey—did little to keep the wind from your bones. You stood alone at the edge of the camp, your boots cracking over frozen earth as you dismounted your mare with practiced ease. There were eyes on you, sharp and wary, belonging to Northern men who knew your face, your house, and your blood. Your sigil had been stripped from your banner before you rode north, but no lack of flayed man could make them forget what you were—what you had been born into. Bolton. The name clung to you like the scent of blood after a butchering.

You spotted him before he saw you, or perhaps he had seen you long before and simply chose to ignore it. Jon Snow stood with his back to you, speaking quietly to Davos Seaworth. Ghost lingered nearby, pale and spectral in the early morning light. Your fingers clenched at your sides. Jon had grown since the last time you saw him at Winterfell, when you were both children and you had caught him looking at you with the same sadness he reserved for the weirwood tree. Now he was a man hardened by war and death, cloaked in black and shadow, yet still he bore that quiet, unreachable sorrow in his eyes.

When you spoke, your voice was steady, though you felt the tremor hiding beneath your tongue. “Jon.”

He turned like someone waking from a dream. His eyes locked on yours, and for a moment, you saw a flicker of something—relief, disbelief, then wariness settling like iron into his jaw. “Y/N.” Your name fell from his lips with the weight of a blade unsheathed. “What in the gods’ names are you doing here?”

“I came for you,” you said, walking closer, each step deliberate though your heart was thundering. “I came to help take back our home.”

“Our home?” His voice cracked like ice beneath a boot. “You think Winterfell still belongs to you after what your father did? After what your brother did?”

You winced. Ramsay’s name was not spoken, but his presence was everywhere—in the ashes of the flayed men hung at the gates, in the cries of Sansa Stark who had fled from him, in the hollowed eyes of the survivors Jon had taken in. Still, you held your ground. “Ramsay is no brother of mine. He never was.”

Jon stepped forward, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from him beneath his cloak. “You think that matters? That saying it makes it true?” His voice was low, trembling, not with rage—but with the effort to contain it. “I know what he did to Sansa. I know what he did to his prisoners. To Theon. To women. To children. You expect me to believe you had no part in that?”

Your voice softened, breaking with the memory. “He kept me locked in that gods-cursed tower like a prize to be polished and hidden. And still… he came to me at night.”

Jon’s face twisted. You saw the fury flare, the guilt that always followed. He stepped away, his fists clenched. “You should have stayed away. Why now? Why come now?”

“Because I had no one else.” Your voice broke. “Because Domeric is dead, and my mother died screaming in childbirth, and my father is rotting in the crypts if Ramsay even gave him that much. Because I am not him, Jon. And I don’t want him to win.”

He turned away again, his face tilted to the grey sky as though searching for answers in the clouds. “And what do you want from me, Y/N? Forgiveness? A sword? Shelter?”

“I want to stand beside you,” you said quietly, reaching for him though your hand fell short. “I want to help you take back Winterfell and end this madness. I want to make amends.”

He looked at you again, the wind catching strands of your hair, tossing them around your face like silver threads. His eyes, grey and cold as the snow beneath your feet, searched yours for a long moment. “You look like him,” he muttered, and it hurt more than you expected. “But your eyes… you don’t look like him there.”

You said nothing. There was nothing to say. Ramsay had left his mark on you in ways that went deeper than flesh. But you were still here. Still trying.

After a long silence, Jon finally nodded, though the lines around his mouth were tight. “Stay. Davos will find you a tent.” He hesitated, then added, “You’ll have to prove yourself. Every day. Not just to me.”

“I understand.”

He walked away without another word, and you watched him go with your hands at your sides, curling tight into fists beneath your cloak. You had taken the first step. Now came the rest.

[lostdrarryfics]

lostdrarryfics monthly roundup - Feb 2025

Below you will find the requests we could not locate in the month of February. Please let us know if you recognize any!

You can also browse our lengthy lost fic masterlist, where we have compiled every request we have been unable to find over the past few years. We're always hoping someone will recognize a fic so we can let the asker know what It was!

1. I don’t remember what site it was on but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t ao3 or fanfic.net. The story was about draco who snape and his parents which turned out that Draco was a actually a girl and the potion is what caused her to be a boy and that Lucius had kidnapped her so that he would have an heir. Draco also discovered that she’s a Veela and fleur delacour is her sister. They meet at hogwarts because it takes place during the triwizard tournament. She learns that she is going to slowly become girl again and her birth parents was helping her control her Veela attributes and panics when she’s around Harry something about how he’s alpha it’s not omega verse I think it’s meant to be a Veela thing. I didn’t make it too far sadly but I also remember that the Malfoys were arrested for what they did and Harry figured out that the person they kidnapped was draco when Ron is being mean to draco.

2. post-war fic where andy dies and drarry are given custody of teddy. draco lives in france so temporarily moves into grimmauld place. it's very enemies to lovers vibes - then draco says he needs to go back to france and wants to take teddy, harry misunderstands and thinks he is taking him away and gets angry. draco leaves alone and when he comes back he does not move back in. rest of the story is them making up! sorry this is all the info i recall. would probs be ao3!

3. post-war au, where harry finds out draco worked in a muggle cafe. when he finds out about how draco was no longer welcome in the wizarding world, he fights for them to let him back in. at one point, draco’s cafe is burned down and he basically loses all will to live/do anything. at the end, harry helps draco create a new cafe for both wizards and muggles alike. thanks! (also pretty sure its on ao3?)

4. 8th year multi-chapter angst w a happy ending fic where draco had no friends and is bullied. there was one specific scene where ron is called on in class and says to ask draco, saying something like “someone who doesnt have any friends must spend a lot of time studying.” after class, harry catches draco crying (who denies it) by pulling open his bed curtains and consoles him. (i am pretty sure it was on ao3!!)

5. it was definitelly on ao3, and im pretty sure its completed but i could be wrong. the premise is that in this world people have soulmates, and people can somehow sense their soulmate from a very young age (i cant remember if its via a soulmark or some sort of emotional bond). and since harry has a disturbing childhood little draco i guess tries to comfort him and does it by sending some kind of bird? maybe it was like a bird made out of light or magic or something like that, and maybe he sends some other things of that nature to harry? and *possibly* child draco even comes to privet drive to seek out harry, or maybe the adult malfoys decide to save little harry and take him to malfoy manor. i dunno, maybe im merging different summaries

6. Fic that I read a long time ago and I couldn't find it again. I remember that the name was Thunder and I don't know if it was a translation made by perlanegra/perlitanegra or it was one of her stories. Basically it was about Harry going back to the 8th year and meeting Draco and little by little they become friends, I also remember that they went to the Muggle world for a date and that when Ron finds out that they are together he creates a terrible scandal and Harry takes Draco away in a lightning bolt? or something like that, the fight takes place in Ron's house, also that Harry didn't control his magic well.

7. fic i read a few years ago, i‘d guess between 2020-2022. it’s an 8th year, post-war fic set in hogwarts. as far as i remember, in it draco is required to attend his final year as part of his probation. i don’t remember much except that draco has a rough time being bullied and there’s a scene where he’s either randomly attacked by students or harry asks him to be part of some sort of DA-adjacent arrangement (maybe draco needs to practice his patronus and it ends up being a swan or something?) and draco has a sort of flashback to being held at malfoy manor/ attacked by either greyback or voldemort during it. i just remember the description of his pupils being blown out with fear. throughout the fic, harry and draco become friends, go to their classes together etc. there’s a scene where they’re in the snow near the whomping willow later on too.

8. looking for this fix it fic where draco stays with harry and the dursleys, and he forces harry to have a hobby, baking i think. and like since then throughout hogwarts years, harry... bakes. like a lot. its not "faerie felicities" though, its smth else i think.. i might be mixing up 2 different works, mind.

9. Harry and Draco were in a relationship and Draco was divorced from Astoria. They had Scorpius. Astoria tried to plant the seed of doubt in Draco about how she couldn't construct a relationship with her son if she wasn't living with him. When Draco brought up the idea Harry had said he wouldn't allow it and Draco accused him of not trusting and thinking he will "fall in bed with her" . Harry said he will move out if she ever comes to live with them. Then Scorpius saw Draco going away and told Harry and Harry thought Draco made up his mind and he started to pack but then Draco came and explained everything. It was on ao3 but I can't find it

10. It's a Drarry mpeg, Draco is the one who gets pregnant with scorpius, it's an 8th year fic. When Harry kills Voldemort his animagus changes from stag into a wolf because of Voldemort's magic and harry's animagus absorbs it. There's some prophecy that there will be a wolf who will bring peace to the creature world and that's why harry is like royalty and everyone respects him and creatures bow down to him. There's also a scene where Draco gets lost in the forbidden forest and some centaurs (ig) finds him they they felt he is an intruder but harry comes and tells them Draco is his mate and parent of his unborn child and they all were like sorry. Everyone knows Draco is pregnant but no ones knows harry is the dad, in the story the school believed that since Draco is now harry's friend that's why he protects him. Ron and Hermione aren't happy with harry but I remember Hermione comes around on scorpius's first birthday, also scorpius grows faster than normal kids for first weeks because of harry's powerful animagus. And at first harry thought Ron would be scorpius godfather but because of how he behaved he made Blaise the god father. Later Lucius finds out about Draco and he and a death eater (maybe he was a professor idk) but they harm Draco in front of the whole school by using cruciatus curse on him and harry turns into a wolf and kills the death eater. And here everyone finds out harry is the other father when scorpius calls him daddy. Harry and Draco also have a hidden dorm which no one knows the location of but one day Hermione follows harry and that's when Hermione finds out, it was scorpius first birthday party when she comes there. The story ends by the end of 8th year and they had to leave but scorpius didn't want to because he was born here and he knew Hogwarts as his home, but harry tells him that they all will always be together and they were just leaving one home and going to another and they then leave for Hogwarts express. Both Harry and Draco wake up from a dream in Snape's potions class where they shared a dream together and snape tells them to write a 3 foot essay on what they dreamt. Both Harry and Draco leave class and then Draco asks harry if he saw it all too with scorpius and harry said yes and both were very happy and satisfied.

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[nonsenuser]

wcf/ecf sen core anime comps

ok. so this has been bouncing around in my brain for like 3 days and it literally makes NO SENSE at all except to me. but i wanted to write about it anyways so here we go. basically i like connecting my interests with each other and draw comparisons so i was like. hey i can match the remaining nba teams to the anime i rlly like and enjoy. this is not even rlly based of characters (doing character to player comparisons is difficult) but moreso based on the team vibes. its kinda hard to explain, some make more sense than others but i am going to try my best to explain the reasoning behind each choice

also would love to hear other ppls comparisons... doesnt even have to be anime it can be any medium....

this will be from most to least confident matchup

pacers - baccano

once i remembered abt this anime i was like OHH thats perfect. one of my favourite animes but i wouldnt have expected to love it so much if i didnt find it accidently. similarily you wouldnt expect the pacers to be so good until you watch your team play against them. and then your like damn wtf

baccano has so many characters but no one main character, i mean there is a main character (firo) and the story begins and ends with him but he doesnt get a lot of screen time and the story dedicates a relatively equal amount of time to multiple characters. lots like how the pacers play basketball

now the devil magic aspect? a lot of the baccano characters have this supernatural ability to take the lifespans of others (by putting their hand on their head). and the pacers...

also the vibe of the anime... idk its not exactly an emotionally gutting story by any means but it is fun as hell to watch. thats how the pacers feel to me.

timberwolves - flcl

we got some weird characters on the flcl cast. and we got some interesting players on the timberwolves too dont we. without going into too much detail about whos WHO (i dont wanna think about that for too long and i dont have a specific character/player comparison), the range in the personalities, age and general demeanor of these players and the characters in flcl is large. and watching timberwolves games kinda feels like watching an flcl episode sometimes (u dont know whats gonna happen next but its always fun) (think reg season game where they game back to beat OKC in OT and the double OT game with denver). you could also apply the coming of age aspect of the show to players like ant, jaden mcdaniels, NAW etc.

knicks - kaguya sama love is war

i picked this one bc kaguya and shirogane AND miiko ino and ishigami have this like stupid banter and you could apply this to like anyone on the knicks (ahem hart and brunson) and then KAT can be like chika or something. also them being 5 student council members (starting 5, dont ask me whos who, all ik is kat is chika fujiwara) makes sense bc u see them a lot and thibs doesnt like playing his bench (side characters in kaguya get screen time but nooot as much as the main 5). also is the slow burn romance frustrating? yes. but you fall in love with the story along the way (this could be a metaphor for the teams season as a whole or the hart brunson nonsense YOU DECIDE)

okc thunder - monogatari series

im high key cheating with this (its a harem anime) but its about youngsters figuring out life yeah young love etc its inexperienced and messy (MONOGATARI IS MESSY FOR MULTIPLE REASONS) i am NOT comparing shai to araragi dont worry. this is my least confident comparison.

back up comparison is oregairu (also a harem anime sorta) but ehhh i feel like the craziness of monogatari is more fitting for okc :)

if you made it this far thank u for reading...

[1imefliesareoplanescrash]

Intro post ‼️‼️

Honestly I don’t really think I’m going to post on here too much but, I thought it would be fun to just introduce myself and share some shit about me.

This blog is purely for my own enjoyment, I’ll mostly just information dump about bands I love or shows and books I’m interested in.

I don’t have any diagnosis’s yet however Im neurodivergent and I am very likely autistic and it’s also likely that I have ocd.

DNI: General bigots, homophobes, transphobes, racists, antisemitists, ableists , just idiots ect.

Hobbies:

• MUSIC.

• Books and reading (specifically classics)

• Drumming

• Playing guitar

• DIY

• Researching bands

Favourite things:

• My girlfriend

• Concerts

• CDs

• Coffee

• Magic Stars (ELITE chocolate idc)

• Horror Movies

• Plants

• Rain and thunder

• Piercings

• Posters (I can’t see my walls anymore.)

• Dinosaurs, sharks and snakes

Fictional interests:

• Star Wars

• The perks of being a wallflower

• The goldfinch

• Hannibal

• Good omens

• Marvel

• The Lego Batman movie

• Six of crows

• It (movie)

• Our Flag Means Death

• Good will hunting

• Shaw shank redemption

Bands:

• Tool • Subhumans • Crass • Alice in chains

• Radiohead • Analepsy • Mortician • vex red

• Acid Bath • Queens of the Stone Age • drain

• A Perfect Circle • Suicidal Tendencies •kyuss

•Descendants • Nirvana • Discharge • Helmet

• Katalepsy • Fugazi • King Crimson • Zeruel

• System of a down • Deftones • Sevendust

• Slipknot • Incubus • The voices in my head slam

• Snot • Red hot chilli peppers • Primus

•Rammstein • Foo fighters • David Bowie

• The cure • Talking heads • Korn • Pixies

• Rage against the machine • Bathory • pavement

• Arctic monkeys • Damage plan • Hellhammer

• Emporer • Avenged sevenfold • Stone sour

• Audioslave • Fiona apple • Soundgarden

• The smashing pumpkins • Jeff Buckley

• Desert sessions

And many more.

[thealmightyemprex]

Fantasy Month: Epic the Musical

So we are starting Fantasy Month .....With a bang .We are also starting 2025 with my biggest obsession of 2024 ,Jorge Rivera-Herrans's beautiful concept album :Epic the Musical

In these series of concept albums released from 2022-2024 ,we follow ODysseus (Jorge Rivera-Herrans ),soldier in the Trojan War and King of Ithica ,trained by Athena ,the Goddess of Wisdom (Teagan Early ) as he attempts to return home to his wife Penelope (Anna Lea) and son Telemachus (Miguel Veloso ) but his path is blocked by powerful Gods and vicious monsters ,and Odysseus is pushed to his limits as he desperately tries to make his way hojme

So Epic is a thing due to social media .For several years the creator Jorge Rivera Herrans has made shorts detailing the progress and even went to tik tok to get the performers for the musical.The musical is appropriately based on the Greek Epic,the Odyssey by Homer .This 40 song beheamoth was released as 9 mini albums called Sagas :Specifically Troy Saga ,Cyclops Saga ,Ocean Saga,Crice Saga ,Underworld Saga ,Thunder Saga ,Wisdom Saga , Vengence Saga and finally Ithica Saga .All Sagas have been released ,and yeah if you havent listened to this ,,,,,umm do,go on Spotify or whereever you listen to music ,its pretty damn good

Now full disclosure,I was completely unaware of the musical till a few months ago (I dont use Tiktok),around when the Thunder Saga came out ,stumbling upon the fact there was indeed an Odyssey musical .....And I kind of fell for it instantly .One of the things that got me into Att is the ODyseey ,I read it in High School ,and I would doodle monsters all the time due to it .Its one of my favorite stories so hearing it get this wonderful musical adaptation is dream come true ....The fact it is REALLY GOOD is just the cherry on top

Now heres the thing,the creators do intend to expand on this in some way ,and there are unclear moments in music but are clearer in the streams which has captions and animations for visual aid .....But we will ignor all that cause I think a lot of people will come for the music unaware that theres more stuff.Do stick out the streams.....Also the fan animatics are really good,support youtube animators

Im not really a music expert ,but this musical does a lot of clever things musically ,with each character being rpresented by an instrument , ODysseus being rpresented by a guitar ,Athena being piano,etc .What I find really cool is the Gods and Monsters who are other worldly are rpresented though synthesizers and electronic music ,including Hermes the Messenger of the Gods having this sort of 80's synth pop feel to him .I also like how the first monster they fight,the Cyclops has this heavilly modulated deep scary voice .I also think musically this reall rewards relistens ,cause you notice little themes and parts from cetain songs ,and for me songs I thought were OK got much better on relistens (Im not the biggest fan of Just A Man.....But I teared up when I heard the melody in the final song )

So the cast and characters are hard to talk about cause like a good epic,theres a LOT OF CHARACTERS .Just gonna say .....All the cast is amazing ,giving the drama and the music its due,so heres what Im gonna do......Im gonna split the characters into sections : Encounters ,Antagonists and Protagonist

Also not gonna talk about the Gods who just appear in God Games or the suitors ,they all do great ,theres just not much to say .Also I dont have much to say on the Sirens or Cyclops other then I think its cool Anna Leah and Jorge Rivera-Herrans,voice monsters and the two most important characters

Encounters are the various random beings Odyssues meets on his journey

Aeolus-is the Wind God ,and I love Kira Stone's bubbly yet mischevious take.Keep Your Friends Close is a a highly underrated song in my oppinion

Circe :Is the most complicated of the foes Odyssus meets ,intially starting as an antagonist but becoming an ally ,I think this is an intriguing take on Circe and Talya Sindel is very great ,especially during Done For

Hermes :I just love this guy .The Messenger of the Gods is one of the few gods unambiguously on Odysseus side ,he has two showstopping numbers in Wouldnt You Like and Dangerous ,the latter is such a breath of fresh air after all the stuff Ody has gone through and singer Troy Doherty gives him such a fun chaotic energy

Tirisies:The spirit of a blind dead prophet ,Mason Olshavsky's voice skews younger then Id picture Tirisies ,but I actually dont give a damn cause his voice is gorgoeus and haunting ,and my absolute favorite song in the musical is No Longer You ,which is mesmerising and spooky and beautiful,I love it

Scylla :I considered putting her as an antagonist buuuuut shes only in one song and its actually a point Odysseus doesnt really fight her .A multi headed maneating monster that even the God Poseidon fears .Scyllas song is a hecking good villain song ,enhanced by the haunting and deliciously mallicious performance of KJ Burkhauser

Calypso: a Goddess who is obsessed with Odysseus ......I admittedly am not fond of this take on her .Her performance is great Barbara Wangui does an amazing job ......But I feel like she needed another song .Also I am Not Sorry for Loving you is the song I dont like ,though it has grown on me

Now lets talk about the main villains ,the Antagonists

Antinous-Leader of a group of rowdy suitors seeking to take the thrown of Ithica .Antinous think hes top dog ,and is certainly a vile despicable villlain,but what I love is for all his bluster he is just a bully ,though Ayron Alexander gives him a wonderfully sinister and tough performance.His two songs a re great too Little Wolf ahowing off his bravado but its really his villain song Hold Them Down that I love,being one of the most heinous villain songs I have heard ....With a great punchline

Zeus:The King of the Gods AND King of assholes .This is my absolute favorite depiction Zeus cause they dont hide the fact he is SUCH A DICK .What really makes him work is the performance of Luke Holt who gives him a very rich deep voice and a bombastic persona and it helps of all the villain songs,Thunder Bringer is my favorite

Poseidon:The main villain ,the sadistic and cruel god of the Sea ,out to destroy ODysseus for daring to wrong him .He actually appears very few times......But damn is he effective ,so anytimne I heard his voice ,I was like "Oh shit".PRops to Stephen Rodriguez,who kind of gives the Sea God a rock star feel .His raspy voice is very effective,especially in the fan favorite song ,Ruthlessness which is both a great villain song,a unique way of talking about the main themes of the story and just a fucking banger of a song in general

Protagonists-Who I see as the most important characters

Polites:The childhood friend of Odyssues ,and an etrernal optimist.I was debating whether to talk about him but he is important to the themes and story and some of the heaviest hitting moments involve him.Both him and his song Open Arms have grown on me and Stephen Dookie is very lovable in the part

Eurylochus -Is the right hand man to Odysseus .I like Armando Julián's performance ,and he is a very good foil for Odysseus ....But Ill admit I think other then Puppeteer which I love his songs are just OK

Telemachus :Odyssus son ,not in a lot of songs ,but I love his friendship with Athena ,Miguel Velosos voice is wonderful,and I thing he gives big Disney Prince energy especially in his big song Legendary

Athena :The Goddess of Wisdom ,talk about a character I did a turn around on ,as by the end she probabbly is my favorite character,she kind of has the opposite journey of ODysseus and I think that important to give a more solid view.All her songs from Warrior of the Mind to God Games have really grown on me .Teagan Early gives such a great performance

Penelope -Odysseus's wife .Penelope,like Poseidon is not in it a lot ......But they build her up like crazy ,you get her appearing in dreams and hallucinations even a siren impersonating her ,but we dont actually meet her till the end ,and she is so great,wont spoil anything but Anna LEah is especially good .Challange is a song I think Ill be relistening too a lot

Odysseus :Is on paper Odysseus could just be a badass hero .....But the underlining thing of the musical is...At the end of the day he is a guy who has seen traumetic shit and just wants to go home ,and is fighting with his own morals .Odyssues is a man forced to do some highly objectionable stuff ,stuff that takes a toll on him and yet he is always engaging .Odyssus struggles with can he be merciful in a world telling him to be cruel .Now intially I didnt like Jorge Rivera-Herrans voice,its sounded to young to be a warrior king oput through the wringer.....But honestly his voice grew on me and some of the best moments are just his acting especially his pain in Love In PAtadise,,,,,And his utter rage in both "600 Strike " and "Odysseus ".Hes also good at comedic moments ("All I gotta do is open this bag ""WHAT" is the funniest thing to me .Song wise I am partial to Survive (Wher Rivera-Harrens does twofer being heroic as Ody and fucking terrifying as the Cyclops ),Monster and Chyrbdis

I do have one more nitpick in that I feel the Wisdom Saga should be the begining of Act 2

Other then that ,I LOVE Epic,Ive enjoyed it for the last several months.I could probabably talk hours about my favorite songs and so forth but this review ends here.If you got anny Epic questions,ask away

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[lokiinmediasideblog]

If i was in the marvel fandom in 2012 i would've been a major loki hater ngl. I started to warm up in the dark world. I know its controversial but i liked him in Ragnarok but then they killed him in infinity war im sfill mad abt

I like Loki a lot, and I liked him least in Avengers (2012). I watched the movies out of order at first (A1> T:TDW> Thor 1). I enjoyed him a lot in the Avengers, I was drawn to him because he's fun, but he also gave me second-hand embarrassment because he was just so arrogant yet got his ass handed to him(And I didn't know the backstory). I didn't think about Loki for a long time, until I watched T:TDW, where I fell head-over-heels for him. Without Loki, that movie would have felt like watching paint dry, so I felt especially grateful to Loki for that. That eventually got me to finally watch Thor 1. LOL. I enjoyed him in Ragnarok a lot, as well, and shipped him with Valkyrie, but I was not in the MCU fandom at the time (I was in another fandom). I am also still mad about Loki being killed off like that in IW!!!! Let's mourn!

Bear in mind I am biased towards antagonists and villains while reading this. This is my history of how I ended up obsessed with Marvel's Loki. And I am not sure if I should tag this post as "anti Thor" because I mention my extreme dislike of Thor from the past (and reasons). But I mention at the very end he grew on me. It's up to you if you keep reading.

The first time I saw Marvel's Loki, it was on a Hulk v. Thor cartoon on Netflix. Loki looks like an evil DILF in there. And Hela is a hot giant goth lady. I remember I googled norse mythology for the first time because up until then, I had thought "Son of the Mask" made up Loki, and I wanted to learn more about Hela (Hel). And I learned about Sleipnir and how hilarious myth!Loki was.

I found cartoon Thor annoying because he felt too perfect, and that's the kind of character that grates my nerves. And he survived thanks to a kiss from Amora, ugh, that's so dumb. I didn't go to watch Thor (2011) for the longest time because Thor just annoyed me because he felt too perfect and Gary Stu-ish in that cartoon.

And the comics I read at the time, specifically for Loki, made me dislike Thor more because they were like "Thor is the FUCKING BEST! AND ALL THESE SCANTILY CLAD WOMEN WANT TO FUCK HIM. BLEH BLEH. "(I was reading some omnibus by Matt Fraction on readcomicsonline). But I was more of a lurker in fandom, with no tumblr account, so I didn't express it.

And it annoyed me that some Marvel re-tellings of the myths (think it was Ages of Thunder) substituted Loki's cleverness (that saved him in the myths) for Thor being merciful or coming to the rescue. And they'd make Loki not only much eviler, but also dumber than in the myths when scheming and wprd-play is supposed to be his thing. Like, let Loki have something! You don't even have to write it because the myth you're adapting is there already! And ugh. Like no offense to anyone, but I don't really feel bad over Loki being so popular because those comics that existed for 5-6 decades annoyed the fuck out of me.

Also, at the time, a bunch of comic book nerds and dudebros would lose their shit over Loki's popularity. And Loki would be the subject of really fucked up homophobic jokes in parodies (*cough* The Key of Awesome).

Thor started growing on me in Ragnarok, IW (coolest Thor), and EG (EG!Thor is my fave because he's just so sad and I love sad men). And he was actually not Gary Stu-ish in Thor 1, I just didn't appreciate it at the time (unlike in other Marvel media). So I definitely like MCU!Thor way more than in many of his comics runs.

I also feel like I have different Thor and Loki preferences than most of the fandom, because I was a lurker and didn't interact with the fandom until 2022 and then making this blog, thanks to the Loki series bringing back my Loki phase.

[emo-56]

Name? real ones a secret so call me emo

Pronouns and gender? He/him and im 98% sure im a guy

Sexuality? Possibly Bi, not sure tho

Country? UK but more specifically England :(

Top 5 fandoms? War thunder, DayZ, 196 (im not sure what counts as a fandom)

Most forbidden snack? Cum

Would you pet a bug? Is it a cute bug?

Share a weird fact/story about yourself. I loved to cross dress as a small child, i have more but i cant think properly rn

What does the colour blue taste like? Blue powerade

Most beautiful thing youve ever seen? I cant remember any sights so, the thing i will never forget is avro vulcan XH558 on what they thought was her final flight in August 2015, the sound and feeling of that thing howling and flying over at low altitude is something that i can remember clearly and gives me goosebumps thinking about, i will do almost anything to relive it, videos dont do the thing justice

Stupidest thing youve ever done? Jumping/falling off very tall things and deliberately crashing my bike at high speeds as a child

Stupidest thing youve seen someone else say/do? Once in year 7 someone asked the science teacher if giraffes lay eggs

Hyperfixation song? Blew or about a girl of off nirvanas first album bleach

Is there a meaning behind your username/pfp? My username is emo as i was called emo in school and still am by irl friends (im not actually emo im just skinny pale and have long hair) and my pfp is the twink chess piece because why not

Dream career as a child? Rockstar

Dream career as an adult? Probably something to do with digital media

Thoughts on cilantro? I have only ever heard of it

Have you ever been banned from a location? I feel like i have and cant remember where and why

Cursed food combos? Mexicana cheese on chocolate digestives with Yorkshire tea to wash it down

Trans rights? Im a 196 user you know the answer

Sorry for no funny stories i have a headache and my memory is wank, this took way too long to do

@flowers-but-gay @femboy-expert @twinkenjoyer @cat-brained-individual @creepymutelilbugger @moth-moment @smalltestaccount @mosswg

“I just came from r/196” ask game

Saw another post. I think I should invite y'all to one of our longstanding traditions. Answer the questions then tag 10 (or more) people. I'll go first.

Name? Frankie

Pronouns and gender? he/they/it, transmasc

Sexuality? Lesbian

Country? USA

Top 5 fandoms? Bungou Stray Dogs, Cosmere, All for the Game, Fundiesnark (not a series but I'm too deep in it to not consider it a fandom), .....the tornado fandom? (they're my special interest)

What is your Most forbidden snack? The preserved bones at the Atlanta Bodies Exhibition. They looked so crunchy...

Would you pet a bug? If it's big enough, it is pettable.

Share a weird fact/story about yourself with the class. I like to drive around rural areas and photograph old, sometimes abandoned locations in the dead of night. I have been literally chased out of towns by foot and by car on two separate occasions. The second time this happened, "See You Again" by Miley Cyrus came up on shuffle and that's the soundtrack my friend and I tore out of town to. Also every "guy" I've dated except for my most recent ex (who has big egg energy) is a lesbian now.

What does the color blue taste like? Creme brulee

What is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen? The appalachian mountains of Tennessee in the middle of summer. There's kudzu everywhere. On the backroads, there were several old, dilapidated Baptist churches barely hanging to the side of the mountain. I wonder how many of them were still in use.

What is the stupidest thing you've ever done? Short version: my friend's house almost got broken into by this dude who'd been stalking us for months while we were home alone. Instead of calling the cops, we decided to confront him with a bow and arrow (me), a hatchet, and a baseball bat (him). The plan was that if it went badly, we would simply throw his corpse into one of the many lakes in the neighborhood and let the alligators eat his remains (this was Florida). Why? Because we were afraid of having our home-alone privileges revoked. Luckily for us all, the guy fucked off and we never saw him again.

Stupidest thing you've seen/heard someone else do/say? My ex thought that Jackalopes were real. Also, a nurse I was doing rotations with apparently thought that "Witness Protection" was for Jehovah's Witnesses.

Hyperfixation song? Young Enough + Bleach by Charly Bliss

Is there any meaning behind your profile picture and/or username? Profile pic; I'm transmasc and I'm currently obsessed with TriStamp. Username; It was my fake internet name when I was like 13. I won't change it because I want my mutuals to recognize me, and because I do have a viral post associated with this name.

Dream career as a child? Doctor (funnily enough I'm now in nursing school)

Dream career as an adult? Professional Jester. Not a comedian. I just want to be some weird little guy who dresses silly and you can hire me to roast your boss at work parties.

Thoughts on cilantro? Delicious

Have you ever been banned from a location and if so, why? I honestly can't remember? Probably... but in recent memory I've mainly banned people from places.

What is your cursed food combination? Pineapple on a hotdog with grilled onions. It Slaps.

Trans rights? TRANS RIGHTS

Tagging: @rocket-mankoi @mostlymarco @atleast8courics @jazzlike39 @gemsweater72 @limbobilbo @ameliaaltare @redcrane112 @theoneofwhomisblue @twinkenjoyer @theultimatecarp and anyone else who wants to jump on

[levi-my-beloved]

Hello love, I was wondering that since your requests are open, could you maybe write some Levi smut with gender neutral reader? But can everything be focused on Levi. Reader just has to explain to him just how absolutely perfect he is whole. From the shape of his body to his steel eyes, then reader explains how much they love him and Levi gets all soft and flustered? Sorry if that was way too specific 😭

Perfect Imperfections

Pairing: Postwar!Levi x GN!Reader

Word Count: 5.2K (pls someone stop me)

Warnings: Spoilers for the end of AOT, anxiety attack, oral (m receiving), face fucking, slight overstim, dacryphilia if you squint, might have to wade through the softest fluff ever... 18+ MINORS DNI ISTG

A/N: pls idk why this one took me forever hhhh im sorry this took so long. It was such a cute ask tho pls i love it so much, thank you for sending in another request hehehe. i hope this is what you had in mind ^-^

@peace-for-levi here you are bb :3

If Levi would hazard a guess, it could have been anywhere between 3-4am right now. No light illuminated his surprisingly cosy bedroom at the Scout HQ, and though he’d been trying to get to sleep for the best part of five hours, his mind and stomach wouldn’t let him. Unease coiling in his gut, writhing and twisting until it was almost physically painful. Tendrils of doubt curled and slithered about in his brain, suffocating until all he could think about was his new reality.

The war was over. Eren was dead. The rumbling had been stopped. This was his last night in Paradis before he moved to Marley. He should be happy. He should be relieved. But all he could worry about was what the fuck he was supposed to do now? What was he good at? What other skills did he have other than fighting and killing? How the fuck was he supposed to survive in this new world that didn’t need newly crippled veteran soldiers. The thought had his eyes sliding to his leg beneath the covers, a heavy sigh breezing from his lips as he brought his hand up in front of his face, fingertips tracing over the new imperfections, cringing at the heavily scarred area where his ring and middle fingers used to be. He brought that same hand to the scars on his face, delicately swiping over his eye. Disgust replaced the unease in his gut, travelling up to and constricting around his heart until he felt it’s rapid beats in his ears, it’s pulses in his chest. He tried to take a deep breath but found his lungs tight and unable to take in the oxygen he needed.

Levi closed his eyes, hoping that the darkness behind his eyelids would appear more friendly than the suddenly less cosy room, but he just made it infinitely worse. Breaths quickening, heart thundering, brain fogging, he knew exactly what was happening and yet it still felt like he was going to die here and now.

The slightest shuffle to his right had him freezing almost instantly. In his loss of control, he’d forgotten what, or rather who, was now sleeping beside him. Slowly turning his head, he was relieved to see you were still asleep, though your slight stir had been enough to bring him from his downward spiral. You’d shifted over, blanket tightening around your shoulder as you now faced him, still completely lost in your dreamworld, your face scrunching slightly before relaxing once again. You looked so peaceful, and yet here he was on the cusp of a panic attack whilst you slept so soundly beside him. He couldn’t help but feel selfish.

You would usually sleep on the left side before Levi sustained his injury, but had since swapped due to the fact it was less far to walk from the bed to the bathroom from the left side. You’d been so good to him, despite recovering from injuries yourself. Three long, jagged scars now marred your chest and stomach, a wound from one of the Jaw Titans you sustained during The Battle Between Heaven and Earth. A stupid fucking name for it, in his opinion. They weren’t deep, deep enough to scar, but not deep enough to endanger your life.

Gently detangling your body from the tightened covers, Levi lifted them from your sleeping form, just enough to see the top of the highest scars peaking above the collar of your nightshirt, indented in your skin starting from the dip between your left collarbone and shoulder. He knew where it led. Knew that this specific one ended just above your right pectoral, and knew the second one started at the top of the left side of your ribcage, just under your pectoral, and ended just below your ribcage on the right side. He knew the last one had sliced down from beneath your left ribcage and down to your right hip bone. He knew these scars. He’d held you close to him whilst clinging onto the back of Falco’s titan. He’d felt your slick blood soak through his shirt as he begged you to stay with him. That you’d nearly made it. He’d watched as they carted you away, stitched you up and laid you down to rest. And he hadn’t left your side since then, not that he could get very far anyway. He could barely make it to the bathroom by himself.

Speaking of which…

Levi sighed again, swinging one of his legs over the side of the bed, before shifting the other with the utmost caution and care. It had been over a month since the battle. Over a month since the injury, and he still hadn’t recovered properly. It was a fucking joke.

As silently as he could, Levi left you alone in the bed, limping his way to the bathroom like some wounded animal and it repulsed him. Gone were the days where he could walk smoothly, and gone were the days where he could leave his bed without waking anybody else up, unbeknownst to him.

Levi shut the door before lighting the candles, not wanting the gentle glow to stir you from your sleep, before turning to the mirror and immediately cringing upon his appearance. He wondered how you could still look at him without averting your gaze. He wondered how you were still able to maintain eye contact even though one of his was now clouded milk. He hadn’t seen any looks of pity on your face, but he couldn’t believe you didn’t feel like that. He couldn’t believe you could look at him and genuinely love him the same way you did before. Did you feel sorry for him? Were you only staying with him out of that pity he feared so much? Were you just waiting until tomorrow, where the two of you were finally going to escape this island, to tell him it was over, and you were moving on?

“Fuck…” he hated thinking like this. You weren’t that shallow, and even entertaining the fact that you were still with him out of some sort of charity you felt would make you go crazy. He could already picture your face, thunderclouds in your eyes as you asked him how the fuck he could think that after staying with him through thick and thin.

Little did he know the door had been opened behind him. So busy scrutinising his own face, he hadn’t noticed you in the reflection, leaning against the door frame, arms folded over your chest. He didn’t notice you until two arms wrapped around his waist, and your chin came to rest on his shoulder. You could feel his body jump slightly, though no shock showed on his face. Forever hiding his emotions. You looked into his reflected eyes, and though one window to his heart was now shut, the other still remained wide open for you.

“If you’re grumpy tomorrow because you didn’t get enough sleep I’m going to kick your ass.” you murmured into his neck, breathing in his freshly showered, clean smell. A smell that was distinctly him.

Levi huffed in gentle amusement, his hand encompassing your arm around his waist, before his eyes dropped to realise it was the wounded hand, and he promptly dropped it back down to his side. He avoided your gaze in the mirror, knowing you would have picked up on that little movement and knowing you would understand exactly what it meant. Exactly what he was thinking. He often found himself cursing you for knowing him so well.

“Do you find me–”

“If the end to that question is anything other than ‘gorgeous’ or ‘a pain in my ass’ then I really am going to kick you.” you interrupted, your arms tightening around him as your tone hardened. You were not about to let him think any different about himself just because of a few scars. “Do you find me hideous?” Levi whirled at the question, eyes searching your face in utter indignant shock at what you’d just asked.

“Stupid fucking question, no I don’t. Of course I don’t.” Even though you wanted nothing more than to be close to him right now, you pulled away, immediately missing his body warmth as you took a couple steps back, once again folding your arms over your chest.

“Why not? I’ve got scars. New and old. Physical and mental. How come you don’t find me hideous and yet you find it so easy to hate yourself.” Levi almost flinched. He was not expecting you to be quite that blunt, if he was being honest. He too took a step back, leaning against the sink basin as he mulled over your words. You’d trapped him in a box, knowing it was hypocritical of him to think the way he does about himself, and then think a completely different way about you. He knew how ridiculous that was, and yet…

“That’s not the same thing.” he muttered quietly, already anticipating your scoff of disbelief. And he wasn’t disappointed. Your loud huff almost made him smile, and he would have done, had he not been in the process of trying to prove a pointless point.

The soft padding of your feet had him raise his eyes, skin prickling with goosebumps as you hands trailed over his bare chest and up until your arms circled around his neck and you were once again resting your chin on his shoulder, only now the reflection in the mirror was your own.

“Levi, you had scars before I met you. We continued to gain scars together. Do you really believe I would all of a sudden find you grotesque to look at just because we gained a few more?”

“I think grotesque is a bit strong…”

“Answer the damn question.” placing your hands on his shoulders, you leant back to properly look at him, raising a brow at his continued silence. A thumb beneath his chin steered his gaze back to you, something he’d been desperately trying to avoid once again. With a heavy sigh, Levi admitted what you’d been waiting for.

“No…” though the quiet admission wasn’t enough for you.

“Sorry? I didn’t quite catch that? Could you speak a little louder for me?” Levi’s gaze narrowed, though he tried unsuccessfully to hide his little smirk at your antics.

“Fucking brat… No, I don’t think that.” he silently relished in your grin of triumph, adoring the way it lit up your eyes even in the low light. Your cheeky smile faded into something a little more genuine, something full of utter awe and adoration for the man in front of you. Something Levi recognised, causing him to look away a little awkwardly, still not knowing what to do when you look at him like that, with eyes so brimming with love.

When you brushed your lips against his, Levi instantly melted. And insecurities about his hand faded away as he placed them both on your waist, standing upright so you didn’t have to awkwardly lean on him anymore, though he kept most of his weight still on his uninjured knee. Your tongue swiped against his lower lip, silently asking for permission to enter, and it was less than a second before you were tasting the slight mint flavour of his mouth.

A low groan escaped his lungs when your fingers drifted up the back of his neck, gently scratching the coarse hairs of his undercut before firmly lodging themselves in his locks. You used that leverage to gingerly tilt his head up and to the side as you left his mouth, suckling and biting along his jaw and down the side of his neck, delivering a sharp nip to his pulse point and feeling it quicken beneath your tongue. A breath of your name urged you on, trusting him to keep his head tilted for easier access, your hands once again travelled the plains of his chest, nails gently dragging down his ribs as you felt him shiver beneath your touch.

Levi’s mind was blissfully blank, simply content to enjoy the feeling of your lips and teeth against his skin. He noticed how you always lingered on his scars, taking your time to run your tongue along the raised or dented skin, his breath hitching as you rambled about how beautiful he is against his collarbone, before your teeth sunk into his soft flesh and you sucked a blossoming bruise to the surface, and a grunted whine from his throat. He could feel his arousal stirring, his flannel bottoms doing nothing to conceal his steadily growing erection. You had this effect on him, you’d always had this effect on him, and ever since the war ended, he’d found a new appreciation for it.

You resurfaced to his face, a wicked smirk pulling at your lips. Clearly you’d also felt his stirring, your hand intertwining with his as you slowly and sensually pulled him from the bathroom. Levi raised a brow at the way you bit your lip in subdued excitement, though he tried to feign indifference, you could tell he wasn’t by the way his clothed cock continued to harden.

Stopping your movements, you let him catch up to you, his hands once again falling to your waist, his head dipping with the intention of delivering the same treatment to you as you just did to him, but you stopped him before he could. He hadn’t registered the fact you’d managed to slowly spin the two of you around, only realising when the back of his legs touched the bed behind him and you pushed, sending him falling onto the surprisingly plush mattress.

Pushing himself up onto his elbows, Levi raised a brow of aroused intrigue as you crawled up his body, immediately returning your teeth home to his neck, suckling like a hungry kitten against his soft skin. You heard his breath hitch, unable to contain your smile against his pulse point as you once again sucked.

Levi allowed his eyes to close, basking in your adoration as his hands landed on your waist with the intention of flipping you over. But in a moment of remarkable strength, you shoved those hands up above his head, pinning his wrists amongst the multitude of pillows you swore you needed to sleep properly. Confusion replaced arousal as he peered at you quizzically.

“Are we not–”

“No, we’re not. Just let me show you. Will you do that? Will you let me show you?” there was so much conviction in your voice, he was finding it hard to say no to. Not only that, but he was a little curious as to what you had planned. With his wrists still pinned with one hand, you brought the other down to gently caress the scar over his eye, the pads of your fingers ever so delicately soothing the healed wound, showing no hesitation in your touch.

“Show me what?” His voice was nothing more than a rasped whisper as he leaned into your hand down the side of his face, pressing a small kiss to your palm, his eyes never leaving your as he searched for your answer. But it came not in words, but rather in actions. Another one of you coy little smirks pulled at your lips as you let go of his wrists, trusting him to keep them there for now, before your head dipped back down to the side of his neck, your breath ghosting up his skin. You paused by his ear, gently tugging on his lobe with your teeth just to hear the sweet gasp he drew.

“Let me show you how beautiful you are.” your tone was deliberately breathy, enjoying the way he shivered beneath you. You had to show him. It had become your personal mission now. To make him feel every pulse of you aching admiration for him. Your lips fell back against his jugular, nipping at his Adam’s apple before dragging your touch down his chest. Electricity sparked at your fingertips as you rolled one of his nipples in between your thumb and forefinger, the other now enveloped in your mouth, encouraging the softest whimpers from the back of his throat with your tongue, flicking and playing with the pebbled sensitivity.

You failed to stifle a chuckle at his heated choke when you both bit and pinched with your mouth and hand, feeling the result of your attention where you straddled his hips jolt in anticipation. Removing your mouth from his chest, you admired the string of saliva connecting the two of you as you brought your thumb to smear your spit across his pecs, glancing up to his pleasure contorted features. Brows pulled up into a pinched arch, his lips sandwiched between his teeth when he wasn’t gasping or whining. The slightest flush had just started to creep across his cheeks and down his neck when he cracked his eyes open, partly curious to see why you’d stopped, and partly to convey just how much he wanted you to keep going.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Levi. So pretty. My pretty boy.” you murmured as you slunk down his body, his hips bucked slightly in response to your words, desperate for you to keep up your ministrations, but you weren’t done worshipping him yet. Your fingers skirted around the hem of his bottoms, snapping the elastic against his hips before dipping your thumbs inside the flannel fabric. Not to provide any stimulation, but rather to massage and sooth his already tensing muscles. You wanted him to relax and enjoy this.

You dragged the clothing down with you the further you crawled, guiding the elasticated hem over his thighs, smirking at his hitch of breath as his cock sprung free, before removing them completely. But you didn’t head straight for the main event, instead you turned your attention to his calves, your hands kneading the muscles either side of your hips as you knelt between his legs. Bending down, you placed the gentlest of kisses against the scars on his knee. A wound you knew hurt so much more than any of the others simply for what it had done to him. You knew he hated those scars more than the ones on his hand, or his face. Because this one made him slower, made him less reactive, less dangerous. Less capable of protecting you. And he hated it.

You whispered soft affirmations against the mangled joint, each one going straight to his heart, reassurance deftly unwrapping the constrictions of doubt he’d had suffocating his thoughts as you moved up his leg, biting into the soft flesh of his inner thigh. Levi’s eyes flew open at the tender hurt, another sharp gasp flying from his disobedient lips. He could have sworn he shut them earlier, but as you closed in on where he needed you most, he didn’t have the capacity to mull it over. That was, until you bypassed his aching length all together, and started on his other thigh.

Rising up on his elbows and peering down at you, Levi just managed to stifle a whimper long enough to ask;

“Wh-what are you doing?”

A question that earned himself a quiet chuckle in response, followed by another graze of your teeth against his supple flesh. It wasn’t until he looked down did he realise what you were actually doing. You were following the marks left by his ODM gear. Now he’d noticed, he couldn’t help but think that should have been obvious beforehand, however that was just another effect you had on him. He lost all perception of the obvious whenever you knelt between his thighs.

“Just… feel.” you instructed, resurfacing to gently push against his slick chest, nestling him back against the mattress before you resubmerged yourself beneath his pleading wants. “Everything about you is so fucking perfect. Everything. Your face, your body, your scars, your heart. There’s not a single thing I would change about you Levi. Not a single thing.” Levi found himself returning his gaze to the ceiling, not quite knowing how to respond. A deeper blush darkened across his already cherry-blossom cheeks, closing his eyes to simply do as you instructed. To simply feel.

Although his lasted all of two seconds before your fingertips grazed the underside of his length, and Levi’s hips bucked once again, a soft curse falling from his untamed mouth as your palm encased the base of his cock, though you still hadn’t moved, content to just let him stew in his arousal and the precum that was now leaking from his tip.

Back in the Scouts, Levi Ackerman was known for his restraint. He was known for his patience and stoicism, but with you finally giving him what he’d craved all evening, all that was left of this reputation was thrown out of your private window. The bed below him dipped as he tried to manually apply some friction, attempting to move your hand up his shaft by withdrawing his hips as much as he could, but this only resulted in you gripping his harder, a soft moan drawn from his lungs along with the rest of his breath. He was getting needy.

“Please? Please. I need you. Show me… show me, please.” you knew exactly what he was asking for, and though your instinct was to make him beg further, you ignored that in favour of your original objective. You knew exactly what he was asking for.

Show me how good you can make me feel.

With a steady, confident hand, you began to pump his shaft, forcefully dragging out those erotic, airy groans with little mercy, his hips moving in time with your hand. Though your grip was firm, the palm of your hand was remarkably soft for somebody who’d spent the best part of their life fighting. With the lubrication of his own slick, you relished in the slight squelch of your movements dancing and mingling with his lewd whimpers of your name, that same expression from before returning only this time, his mouth hung open. A gateway for all those sinful noises you adored to pull from him.

For example, the pitiful, desperate mewl he made as you pulled your hand from his length, tapping his thigh slightly to get as much attention as you could from a man who was already losing his mind.

“Need you at the edge of the bed, make it easier for me, yeah?” you knew he would comply anyway, but you made sure to always ask. Levi nodded vaguely, sitting up and letting you pull him down until his feet touched the cold floor, either side of your knees as you sat on your heels. You were careful to avoid his injured joint, happily planting one more kiss against the scarred flesh before returning your attention back to his throbbing cock. You settled your hand back around the base, allowing your thumb to trace and apply pressure to the most prominent vein underside his shaft. Levi fell back once again with a low moan, one hand fisting his hair as subtle ecstasy started to replace the borderline painful ache of his pulsing length.

Your supple palm rested atop his tip, drawing soft circles with your entire hand, before your grip tightened and you massaged in those same circular motions, your middle fingers gathering the precum at his slit before spreading it around his sensitive head.

“Fuck…” his curse was almost inaudible, hips rising to grind against your touch. There was something carnal about not being able to see what you were doing. Not knowing where or how you would touch him next. He made a scribbled mental note to bring up blindfolds with you later, before it was hastily shoved aside by yet another thrum of pleasure through his veins, his heartbeat quickening with every slight movement.

Levi’s chest inflated as your tongue came in contact with his shaft, his tip now a fountain, leaking with every intense pulse of his arousal. You dragged your pointed muscle along that very same vein your thumb was teasing earlier, listening to the pitchy whines of his lust before circling his head, your hand replacing what you’d left behind, smearing your saliva along his cock.

A gentle groan left your own lips as his fingers threaded into your hair, anchoring himself to the dock of your scalp, lest he be carried above the clouds by your malleable tongue. You grinned against him, lapping the precum from his tip before sloppily kissing the head of his cock like you would his lips, your attention leaving him cross-eyed and bursting with need.

Levi’s other hand scrunched the sheets below him as you finally wrapped your mouth around his bulging tip, a flurry of broken moans spurring you on as you firmly pumped what you refused to put in your mouth. For now, at least. All your teasing and building had left him stupid, able to think of nothing else but his torturous need for release. His hips thrust gently, rhythmically into your mouth and you held your tongue out for him, helping him on his way. Before you took that away from him as well. Pushing against his hip bone, you refused to let him move as you once again enveloped his cockhead in your mouth, and sucked. Hard.

“Sh-shit! Fuh-fuck, oh fuck keep– nngh, keep going. Pl’please, keep going.” there was nothing quite as arousing as listening to him beg. You weren’t even trying and yet your good boy was pleading with you. A savage smirk spread across your glistening lips as you pulled off him, emptying his chest of another pitiful mewl.

“Only if you acknowledge how fucking perfect you are.” you mused, idly circling the now shining tip of his cock with your middle finger, watching in amusement as he tried to get you to continue by thrusting into your touch. Glancing up his sweat slickened chest, you watch his brows furrowed in concentrated heat, clearly debating whether the admission was worth the mind-shattering orgasm he knew you were going to give him. As if to sway his decision, you poked your tongue back out, delivering a few kitten licks up his shaft.

“O-okay, okay fuckin’... fine! …mperfect…” you quirked a brow, sitting up on your knees to really take in the visual before you. Your partner, all splayed out on the best, chest heaving, sweat beading, muscles shaking. But his face, oh his face; brows pinched up, eyelids fluttering, his cheeks all flushed and rosy for you. That muscle in his jaw quivering in a battle between his defiance and need. One you wouldn’t mind interfering in. Leaning across his chest, you pulled at his shoulder to get him to sit up, giggling slightly as his head got left behind a little, before he was faced with the picture of you kneeling between his thighs once again, looking up at him. His hand left your hair to cup your face, thumb running across your bottom lip as you smiled softly, leaning into his touch. A hiss left his teeth as you dipped to lick his cock, before quirking your brow again.

“You’re what?” you asked, smirking like the brat you both knew you were. Levi huffed a sigh, a hand threading through his own hair as he rolled his eyes in acceptance. You always got your way.

“I’m perfe– oh fuck! Fuck…!” he couldn’t even finish his sentence before you’d completely devoured his length, his head brushing the back of your throat as you swallowed around him, provoking cries of your name to fly from his pretty lips.

Hands on his hips, you kept him upright as you bobbed your head along his length, hollowing your cheeks, flicking your tongue, pulling out every trick in the book you knew would get him there. One of your palms snaked down his hip bone, kneading and massaging his balls just to hear another one of those whimpered groans you couldn’t get enough of. Sex saturated the air, thickening the steady breaths you took through your nose as you held him in your throat, doing nothing but swallowing around him.

“S-stop… you’re gonna make me fucking– h’haa’ah, make me fucking cum if you d-do that… gonna make me cum…!” so, naturally, you continued. Your tongue massaging circles along the underside of his length as you continued to just swallow, your teary eyes drinking in his fucked out appearance above you, his own wide and unblinking as he watched you. Until your pace increased tenfold.

Levi threw his head back, eyes rolling into his skull as you furiously fucked his length into your mouth, your hand still fondling and massaging his balls until all he could think about, all he could feel, was you. And the tightening coil in his stomach snapping so forcefully he didn’t know if you could take it.

“C-cumming…! Cumming! Sh-shit oh f’fuck! Fuck! I’m cumming i’m cu’a-haah, haaa’ah, shit!” you relished in the way his voice broke alongside his cries, pitchy and breathy as you felt his length pulse against his tongue, ropes of his cum coating your muscle as you drank his release as he came hard, his thighs quivering beneath your grip, one of his hands braced behind him so he wouldn’t fall, the other clenching and unclenching against your scalp as you sucked him through the throes of pleasure, draining his heavy balls of all he had to give.

Warmth spread throughout his chest as his high clouded his mind, hips stuttering against your face as you blew him into overstimulation, jolts of pain-laced pleasure shocked his system as he begged for you to come away, to let him recover.

You didn’t listen.

Not for a few more seconds anyway, content to listen to him cry as you continued to flick your tongue over his weeping slit. Content to feel him squirm in your grasp, hands desperate to pull you off his length. Content to watch the few tears leave his clenched eyes, broken pleas falling so easily from his mouth anyone would have thought you hadn’t let him cum.

But, you had been merciful tonight, giving him what he wanted for minimal return. You chuckled at his gasp of relief when you removed yourself from his length with a pop, making sure to leave him as clean as you found him before grinning up at your exhausted partner as he fell back against the mattress.

“Levi? You okay…?” you asked, clambering up over his body to rest your chin on his chest, peering up at his through concerned, curious eyes, wondering whether you’d fucked him to death or not. But when he slowly returned your gaze, dragging the back of his hand down the side of your cheek and smiling imperceptibly at you, you knew he was alright.

“Sleep…” he murmured to your quiet amusement, grunting non-commitantly as you brushed his bangs back to gently press a kiss to his forehead before attempting to drag him back up the bed and to the clouded sky of pillows you shared. Levi curled in on you, instantly finding his place nestled into your neck as your arms wrapped around him, securing him against your body.

His groan held no heat as you threaded your hands through his locks, not to stir him but rather to soothe him, and he was content to simply fall asleep there, safe in your loving embrace.

“I love you, my perfect boy,” you whispered into his hair, smiling as you heard another hum that sounded suspiciously like ‘I love you too…’ before you too were enveloped in the comfort of sleep.

[a-luran]

omg not to be a little bitch but.... id genuinwly love to hear you talk more about that werewolf au if you feel like doing it 🙏 please dont hold back.

i can also just imagine how much of a petty bitch arthur would be knowing that his brother came to him for help and hes depending on his knowledge, and even if he acts annoyed about it and like hes being a nuisance hes still very pleased knowing the bastard has to eat his pride and ask for arthurs help lmao

im sorry im just. brainrot 😩😩

i would love to talk more about it!! Thank you for indulging me xxxxx

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So, I have thought long and hard about the specifics of Scotland being turned and the general gist of it is this: although in this AU he does have a measure of magical sensibility, his talents are rooted in nature. Drawn from damp, dark earth; peat and smoke. He paints a lonesome figure, near estranged from his past keeping to himself for the most part.

The wolf gets him when he is, of all things, gathering mushrooms. It goes straight for the throat, and leaves him for dead; but rather than die, Al digs his fingers deep into the rotting leaves of the forest floor and lives.

Then he wakes, covered in mud and blood and stinking of wet dog, and the first thing he thinks is oh, fuck.

Arthur was the first to live the house where they all grew up together— the four of them, later five; then only Daffy (Wales) left behind to guard the old mansion where they were all raised. And the first thing Arthur did was this: build a sturdy door and a high fence to between his home and the world. Metaphorically; or at least the fence is, the door is very much there. He runs an apothecary/rare artefact/all-around curio shop and lives in flat stacked right above it. Keeps a small garden out back and a well secured cellar (that will come in handy in a second), and has put away his ambitions and wanderlust to sit still for a moment and catch his breath. He will come and go, to source his stock and scratch the itch to dip his toes in faraway seas, but he rather does enjoy being a grouchy, lonesome shopkeep. The one person he sees most, beside the cast that cycle in and out of the shop— bell ringing over the door, /how do you do, mistletoe and myrtle tincture? Why yes of course, right over there, next to the eye of newt/— is Francis. Francis who is an absurdly powerful necromancer who runs the flower shop and herbarium across the street. Won’t find fresher wares then his! And his cooking is to die for, would you believe?

So what happens next is this: Arthur is pulling up weeds in the back, cursing Francis under his breath because surely it was him who blew the sunflower seeds into his vegetable patch, when Alasdair— estranged, longed for, vexing Alasdair— stumbles past the magic wards that line his property like they’re barely a bother. Alasdair gets out a rough “Lad,” then a wheeze, and face-plants right atop the rhubarb.

Arthur watches it happen with a look like a twit, the knees of his trousers soaked through with spring damp-earth, and in true familiar fashion thinks oh, fuck.

What follows is indeed very much a tug of war between them as they both struggle to find their footing and come to terms with the situation— and each other. Arthur does struggle at first, torn between past resentment and the growing realisation that he wants to be what Alasdair needs. And the same hold true for Scotland, who quickly realises that the Arthur is not-quite who he expected him to be— still infuriating, still himself only…

Forces of nature, the both of them. And a storm brewing between them with every passing day. Francis watches them circle each other with a kind of amused exasperation and wonders who will bite (ha!) first.

Now for the heat and turning… transformation, of all kinds, comes at a price. And it hurts. In this as much as with anything else. They’re both expecting the crack of bone, the ferocity of it, but they’re not quite ready for the drawn-out length of it. The spasms that seize up Alasdair’s body and bring him to his knees for hours before the night is even truly dark. Arthur doesn’t have the time to source anything better for the first time, so they make due with heavy iron chains and wards carved deep into the floor of the cellar.

The first full moon is a horror. It is also breathtaking. The restraints are barely enough against the awesome strength of wolf. Arthur watches him strain against them; watches him pant into the improvised muzzle that Alasdair insisted on when Arthur refused to leave him, and feels a quiet sort of awe. Torn between fear and an emotion he can’t quite articulate. Keeping his distance, both feet firmly on the ground where he sits on the second to last step in case he needs to bolt upstairs, all he can think about as the sun comes up and steals a sigh from Alasdair lungs is how it would feel to press a hand against the wolf’s chest. How hard Alasdair’s heart might thunder against him. How heated his skin. How rough the coarse fur of his scruff. He has little time to think of anything more before he has to move again, reaching for Alasdair to hold him up.

Coming down from the transformation is not unlike an Olympic marathon. Arthur is too busy trying to keep Alasdair’s pulse steady and pouring electrolytes down his throat to spare any more thoughts for the pounding in his own chest.

(One thing Alasdair soon realises after he is bitten is this: that his senses are ever heightened. More so after a shift. Arthur is helping him stumble his way up the stirs when he breathes him in and thinks oh. Just oh, and something in his chest clicks; turns upside down. Arthur is his brother; isn't, never was and always will be. He smells like sweat and fear. Smells of ink and herbs. Smells of worry. Smells of lust. Smells like Alasdair now that they are pressed close together. He’s become Alasdair’s home, precariously. Safe haven, safeguard; his throat is bare and now…)

When the next full moon comes, Alasdair gets loose.

[witchie-writings]

Hi! I recently found your blog and I'm obsessed with it <3! Is it possible that you write a headcanon of Carter A-259 similar to what you did with John/Jerome/Emile in which he noticed that the reader is fighting with a Spartan and is losing? It'll mean a lot... I know I already said it but... Love your bloooooog! <3 <3

did i expect for this to  be four pages long? no, do i have a problem with it? also no because i guess im a Carter simp (ironically i was going to add Carter in the last post, but I got lazy and didn’t do him lma o... and theres no good gifs of carter that’s an actual crime)

hope you enjoy, more under the cut!

Carter A-259

> Carter is absolutely seething once the news of your duel reached the conference; however, despite the anger coursing through his veins, he remains stoic and was quick to dismiss his presence from the room to handle the situation

> Originally he had ordered Kat to take his place on the call, but she defiantly refused to allow Carter to go on his own. Your life not only mattered to him, but to the entirety of Noble Team as well - you had integrated yourself amongst their ranks, and soon, blossomed into a cherished family member 

> As a result Kat hastily reschedule the call regardless of the protest she'll hear later before she followed her leader to the site of the fight - Jorge, Emile and Jun followed suit, already readying themselves to pulverize the deemed threat 

> Those that were passing through the same corridors as Noble Team could feel the ground rumble at the heavy duty armor the spartans wore pound against the floor - to the witnesses, it was like a small stampede trampling through 

> Carter was swift to arrive at the scene along with his team members, but his blood began to boil as heat suddenly rushed his skin in a scorching wave of anger 

> His first sight was your helpless form sprawled out against the ground; a pool of fresh crimson engulfed you, the opposing spartan hovered over you in a frightening display of dominance, an edged knife firmly held within their hands

> A fleeting second passed, before precise command filled the ears of the Noble team, "Jorge, Emile, restrain the spartan!"

> That's all it took for Nobles 4 and 5 to seize their given target, disarming them immediately and twisting their arms enough to pin them in place at each end

> Him, Kat and Jun hurried over to your body to check over your current condition; you were barely conscious, but when Kat carefully rolled you over onto your back for closer examination, a subtle cracking of a bone filled the air. You let out a sharp cry while Noble Two winced, quickly apologizing while she scanned your body for hidden injuries

> Jun was already calling for a medical team to arrive at the scene, occasionally throwing a worried glance towards your broken frame as he gave details on the incident

> Carter held your hand through the whole scanning; his gloved thumb brushed over your bruised knuckles tenderly, his icy sapphires keeping their gaze fixated on you while he attempted to keep your eyes open for moments longer. 

> He asked simple questions to keep your mind occupied, but made sure that they weren’t pestering for a specific answer: what was your name, gender, etc.

> All of what Carter said seemed fuzzy to you, though you answered the questions to the best of your ability without straining your already darkening mind 

> The medical team eventually came to take you to the medical bay to be treated; Carter, at first, was reluctant to let you go despite the necessity - it took some convincing from Kat, but ultimately he allowed your hand to escape his own

> On the other hand, the opposing Spartan was taken away to the brig courtesy of Jorge and Emile; Carter made sure that the bastard served his time… if he had his way, they would be on a exhilarating journey towards a Covenant base for the slaughter 

> During your time treated Carter buried himself in work to speed up the grueling passage of time. His mind raced with disastrous thoughts that his heart knew that simply wasn’t true - how you wouldn’t survive, crippled, forcibly resigned due to your injuries… it was difficult to shove them down into the darker crevices of his heart 

> Along with the hurricane followed a reminiscence period of the past - the famous Noble Leader found himself love-struck with you after your development as a compelling and achieving member of Noble. 

> His heart thundered wildly in his chest as the memories resurfaced, and he even found himself becoming flustered and covered his face to hide an embarrassed blush (what he was thinking of is entirely up to you)

> After a few more hours the news of the successful surgery allowed his mind to finally rest comfortably knowing you were safe and on the road to recovery 

> The following days he visited you frequently - or at least when he could. Every visit he noticed your smile becoming brighter and brighter, shimmering like a valley of gold amongst the sun. It made his heart do loops as he sat next to you, gently taking your hand as your discussions led to the current updates on Noble and the war between humanity and the Covenant 

> Of course you wanted to discuss more than simple war topics, so you opted to lead the conversation towards simple bickering between some UNSC members or the bewildering rumors that took the ship by storm 

> Carter… he could only really listen and throw his opinion in once and a while, he was never really the type to talk about anything but war tactics and the sort 

> Your recovery ended a week or two after the battle had ceased and you were combat ready, though Carter was semi-hesitant to allow you to do more dicey missions; he assigned you to do smaller missions before building your way up again

> He definitely is protective of you, preferring to stay by your side whenever possible but when the option is simply unavailable to him, he assigns Kat to be by your side as well

> Developed a few trust issues with other spartans outside of Noble - unless they are of a higher position than he is or significantly well-respected (such as the Master Chief), Carter always has a keen eye on them

> Finds a lot more comfort in holding your hand. It’s a nice way for him to show small amounts of affection while also reassuring him that you’re close 

> Dare I say Carter finds himself removing his helmet at random intervals (that doesn’t include being in the presence of superiors or in a conference/meeting) to gently press kisses against your forehead - you find that embarrassing sometimes, but it’s such a nice experience for you

[rodimuses]

Can you tell me more about your OCs? :3c?

The whole fic premise you have with them and the Cyberverse crew sounds so neat! 🌸

Okay so like these are non canon dependent backstories, unless said otherwise

So Donut. Donut is my self insert 😋 He is endearingly stupid sometimes and has a good spark in them. He is quite excitable and a good friend. There's a rumour that they got kicked out of Maccadam's for eating paint chips off the wall, and while he did eat the paint chips (on a dare) he didnt get kicked out. They just got a stern and disappointed lecture. He is my favorite colors (blue, red, pink) though the pink is just on their flames. Their alt mode is/based on a pt cuiser. Hes a he/they

Hookchain/Shifthook. Before the war and during some of it he was known as Hookchain. He is an ex Decepticon who switched sides because he found his (at the time, ex) being hurt and interrogated by the Decepticons and thought to himself "is this what truely happens here?I chose wrong." And defected, while saving aforementioned captured bot. Once he joined the Autobots he went by Shifthook. He prefers melee combat, specifically with a hook and chain. He is primarily red and his alt mode is/based on a Chevy S-10

Brakecheck. Brakecheck is a good guy through and through. He is an Autobot who loves to throw a good party. And he often does, when there is time for it. He is all flashy and showy and a little cocky. He is the once ex and then back together again Conjunx of Shifthook. He is a teal blue and his altmode is/based on a Chevy Silverado with lambo door mods. In the canons where he ends up on earth, he will sneak into car shows. Hes also got speaker shoulders just because 🥰

Recurve. Recurve is an Autobot and similar to tfp Arcee, though a lot more blunt and (only) slightly bulkier as her alt mode is a harley davidson style generic biker bike. She has a MAJOR soft spot for her Conjunx and loves quiet night drives. She is primarily a deep, almost royal purple with a bit of a navy/royal blue mixed in. I'd like her to fight with a bow somehow but idk how that would work? If thats even a thing in canon?

Phon. Phon is a lil thing. A minibot/minicon. She's typically quiet and hates loudness. Which is ironic given her altmode of a speaker/amp. She speaks with a bit of radio static in her voice. She is the colors of the sunset lesbian flag and fights by utilizing her alt mode as an LRAD. Her conjunx is Recurve. And originally i wanted Phon to be a deployer style minicon (like rumble & frenzy and the other cassettes) but i couldn't think of how to do that.

Then there is Healix, one of my newest tf ocs. Shes a published doctor on Cybertron and has had *enough* of Ratchet, for stealing her thunder in her eyes. She's not the best field medic for the Autobots but she will not admit that. Her bedside manner is cold but if you're her friend she will actually baby you, in the most grumpiest way ever. Her alt mode is/based on a hospital van, not really a traditional ambulance. But she is Green Ambulance colored.

Then there is the oc my cyberverse fic spawned.

Prism. I'm still working on a non specific canon backstory for her but in the cyberverse fic she is a botched clone. She was supposed to be a clone of Not Donut and Perceptor but somehow Wheeljack cloned both of them into a one being. Prism is a triple changer, having a microscope alt mode and a compact car alt mode. She is blue, red.. and pink. Ideally I'd like to have her as a "sparkling" but im still working that out.

In my personal canon im creating she is literally just straight up Donut and Perceptor's daughter. Lmao. Expect fics for that canon eventually lmao.

And then im still working on creating an original enemy for the fic.

[readbythestarlight]

c2e110

Did they lose all their hacker abilities lol

"Oh my GameCube" ajslakskjsla

"1.21 gigaflops"

The drama!

"Oh last hack! For justice!"

This is so hacking stupid xD

"Oh who? Oh jeeze. Those are some pretty doohickeys you’ve got on your arm there."

"Holy shift!"

I love those stupid ads

[[MORE]]

I just remembered what happened at the end of last week and now I’m suffering

Mmm I don’t like the idea that he’s an "ongoing" experiment vs an old failed one

Uh... someone hug him??

"I am like them. I... was like them. I...am like them..." Oh baby.

I forgot he hadn’t shared with everyone yet and now it hurts

C: "I liked being seen as I should have been. Or could have been."

Thank you, Jester! Where’s the group hug, someone initiate a group hug.

Also I just realized Veth won’t be there at dinner?? Right?

B: "no one blames you."

C: "heh... one person does."

Oh wait good it’s tomorrow so Veth will be able to be there

My god, they are exactly the chaotic aunts and uncles we all knew they’d be

Word of recall sounds VERY handy

We’re not going to make it to dinner and before break and I’m going to have to be in suspense until I can finish it tomorrow

New book harness!

lmao Jester this outfit is elaborate

LOL Jester you’re gonna break the shopkeeper

This does sound really cute for Veth

Awww she’s doing a little Keyleth imitation

Everyone: elaborate outfits

Fjord: coat plz

Give them Nonagon as a name, Beau

It’s wild that there’s NOTHING?

Oh good break just in time for me to sleep

I’m back and I’m still not ready

So like obviously attacking Trent here in own dojo would be dumb

Not that I think this is where that’s headed but hey

I haaaate Trent he’s such a creep

LOL picking on Wulf

Caduceus lol

He’s such a creep making his creepy power moves

Mind ya damn business Ickythong

Don’t compare yourself to them, you FREAK

W: "you, what are you?"

Cad: "Vegetarian, so I hope the meal reflects that."

Catch me crack whipping Wulf/Cad

Ooo they trying to get the inside deets

Don’t tell them NOTHIN’

"You might not inquire." YAS Jester

He’s a creeeeep and I haaaate him

PLEASE succeed that deception check

It did sound like he said "tissue"

He did NOT know what he’s getting into with the M9

Oh shit is this the one Essek killed after Caleb talked to her

It is oh boy

Caleb isn’t being especially subtle, not that I can blame him

How... diplomatic of him. But still def suggesting war.

Cad and Jester calling him on his shit I am LIVING for it

lmao Beau stealing the thunder of Astrid’s showing off

Fuck off Astrid

"I have good friends. Good people." Buuuurn

The way Trent keeps "tripping up" over Caleb’s name

And also like how he’s like low key acting like he gets any credit for who Caleb is now (which, he does I guess, but not the kind of credit anyone should want)

Beau and Cad calling Trent on his shit still and I’m still living for it

"You have the eventual makings of an assembly member yourself" bitch he’ll tear your assembly to shreds

"To truly grow you needed to be broken, and left to build yourself"

Oh god wait what

Somebody fucking STAB him

They fucking stole and then returned his memory didn’t they, they did it all

STAB

HIM

NOW

WITH A RED HOT POKER

I haaaate him

What does the symbol mean

What does it meannnnnn

Somehow this is even worse than anything I imagined. That they "broke" him on purpose.

I can’t wait for Caleb to tear him to fucking SHREDS

"I did out of love" IM WITH JESTER

DONT you being his parents into this like they would have wanted this you sick fucking fuck

"It is the greater man who puts the needs of others over himself Bren"

I fucking hate

Trent saying that Astrid and Wulf don’t have what it takes to basically be Trent 2.0 but that Caleb does will backfire on him, since Astrid WANTS to be Trent 2.0

Some interesting vibes off Astrid...

Caleb’s response should be "you haven’t made me what I am. They ARE who have made me who I am. I was not what I am now before I met them."

Steal all of Trent’s glory

I hope he dies painfully.

Godddddd

I’m seething irl you guys

"Whatever it takes to keep the people of the Empire safe" your families and those children ARE the people of the Empire!! Who the fuck are you protecting??

YES Caleb, thank you.

Also don’t use that "the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few" thing

"When talent rises from nothing, then nothing truly is lost."

"What if the thing to do now is to supplant you. To pluck you up like a weed and do better."

Fucking. He probably means it which means there won’t be any satisfaction in tearing him to shreds

Oh...

That’s interesting but it also sounds like a trap

Like they’re trying to draw Caleb back by saying "you could fix it by taking over"

Trent’s gonna hurt Astrid huh

I hate this

"Don’t disappoint me" let’s find a way to disappoint him

I hate him

Fjord just dropping the beacon question like a bomb

"You’ve only seen the one. That is what we have."

Okay okay he said HAVE though.

That’s not an answer.

Like Matt says he’s telling the truth, but it’s like when Pinocchio in Shrek avoids lying by obfuscating things and being indirect.

How can they have only just begun research on something he claims they don’t still have

They need to ask some more very specific questions, like "how many beacons do you have RIGHT NOW", and "how many beacons have you found, in total, ever".

Why would you mention the Eyes of Nine to him

"He has a hobby. He’s a sculptor." That’s a dig

"Didn’t need those ten years" ouch...

Hey guys please give Caleb a group hug after this. Don’t leave him alone for a while.

Cad: "I think you are one of the most powerful mages that I’ve ever been in the company of. For this I would offer a gift. I think it’s been a long time since someone point out that you’re a fool. Pain doesn’t make people. Love makes people.......I wish for you, in the future, to find someone who will mourn you when you’re gone.

Respectfully."

BOOM

Like I couldn’t type fast enough for this whole thing but that was AMAZING

Fucking LOVE Caduceus nothing but respect for MY firbolg cleric

Jester buddying up and being sweet to Astrid is... good. I don’t like her but I feel like maybe being kind to her is a good way to go. And Wulf too. Maybe they can be saved after all.

I was joking and I’m still joking but I really do want Cad and Wulf to like... hang out

That hurt a lot but went better than I anticipated overall

Marisha’s notes are amazing, like the fact that she remembers this shit is amazing

Oooo Cree is gone that’s interesting

I have a bad feeling

Bad feel bad feel bad feel

“I know a nice place” and he finds the shittiest inn xD

He’s gonna do some fancy spell I assume

Jester is so cute trying to make him feel good about it, probably assuming it’s a nostalgia thing lol

Where are they gooooooooing Maaaaaaatt I wanna knoooooowwww

Love you too!

[purgatoryandme]

Hey! I can't seem to find the post you made with all the books references in Illuminate Me and the reason behind it? Is it deleted?

I know that there is an incomplete one floating around in my reply tag, and it should be in the Illuminate Me tag, but tumblr’s search features are so bad that I went back to the original word doc of the complete list, so prepare for that particular storm lol.  Quoted/Referenced Reading List (In Order of Appearance) Shakespeare: Macbeth I opened on a Macbeth quote (‘When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lighting, or in rain’) because I wanted to start with something immediately relatable. Most readers were introduced to more ‘dramatic’ plays through Macbeth. Beyond that, they were introduced to the concept of pathetic fallacy, which I think plays nicely with Tony as a character (a man who is CONSTANTLY imparting emotion onto inanimate objects…and then actually giving them their own emotions) and with one of the core problems in IM, which is deciding the emotions of others for them. I was hoping to get the ‘feel’ of that without having to lean too far into the actual concept. 

Bonus: I picked this quote in particular because of the importance of threes in Tony’s life (his core group of friends, iterations of the reactor, number of times reborn, his bot children VS his AI children, the number of lovers or almost lovers he has in the fic, etc). Milton: Paradise Lost ‘What is dark within me, illuminate!’ is a modernization of the original Milton quote ‘what is dark within me, illumine’ for readability. I actually feel a bit bad about changing this considering how many people think this is the original quote now. This wound up being a central (and title) quote somewhat by accident. I’m fond of it because of how much I liked a different one that I had originally wanted for Tony’s thoughts of the reactor: ‘yet from those flames, no light, but rather darkness visible’. I had originally wanted to start off on a sadder note, one that showed how much Tony hated losing his humanity, and so the flames of Hell and their physics-bending concept seemed thematically appropriate. I had always intended to eventually invert the imagery – instead of Extremis being (to Tony) flames capable of extinguishing light, the reactor would become a water-like blue light that couldn’t be choked or recreated by any of the shadows that pursued Tony in his life. I picked Milton SPECIFICALLY for the imagery of light and shadows. 

But, man, listen. Darkness visible is a great concept, but it’s also tired. It has, as you’ve noted, been discussed to death. So as I was reading ‘Milton’s darkness visible and Aeneid 7’ to refamiliarize myself with some of the broader themes attached to that particular piece of imagery, I wound up thinking about how to invert the darkness itself instead of the overall concept. The flames of Hell extinguish light instead of having to exist away from it. It is a bad that cannot be penetrated by good. 

Instead of chasing away shadows, which would be implied by shining a light ON them, the request Tony makes here is to actually invert the darkness - to have it illuminate in and of itself. It’s becoming something better instead of being removed or forgotten. On the flip side of that, the darkness within isn’t growing as light weakens, but rather under its own force. Two forces equal in nature and origin in a person. It’s a different take on lighting than the one most critics hammer home. Long ramble is long, but this was the basis for using that quote. It grew from there to have many different meanings, however the core has always remained. All in all I’m pleased with it.

EM Forster: A Room with a View Very forgiving even in its satirical takes on human nature. A lot of passages are very therapy-quotable in their urging to accept the inevitability of causing some harm in life. It plays on a lot of the same concepts with light being obvious metaphor for good and evil that Paradise Lost does, but softens them into more realistic shades of human existence. Isaac Asimov: Foundation Continuing on with themes of rigid morality vs the flexibility and romanticism of humanity, we have Asimov, master of machines and the three rules of robotics! There are lots of quotable epigrams in this beast. The quote pulled from this has two readings depending on what you assume of the man who has said it. If you see him as manipulative, there’s an insidious underpinning of killing off your own morals. If you see him as a kind man, then you could read it as foregoing morals in place of empathy. Tony’s therapist loves a very specific brand of double speak that lets Tony work through the conversation purely through interpretation. Tolstoy: Anna Karenina Tolstoy’s prose is lengthy...so so lengthy, but Anna Karenina is worth the read as long as you relate to at least one of its major characters. Frankly, I think you can choose to read a single character’s plot arc and leave it at that. It’s mostly a novel that is interesting, not because of its plot, but because of its study of relationship dynamics. Tolstoy was really invested in picking apart the idea of what makes a ‘family’ and, beyond that, what makes a class. It’s refreshing to see so much of the critique occurring within the lived experience of the characters instead of through a narrator or outside punishing moral forces. Baudelaire: Windows and Benediction I cannot recommend enough reading multiple translations of Baudelaire poems (fleursdumal.org has a wonderful array available). Benediction is a personal favourite. I love me some malevolence wrapped up in religion. Dante: The Divine Comedy There’s a lot of bleak humor in Dante if you look for it. Several interpretations insist of making each piece excessively grim dark, but faithful translations tend to have a hint of humor in them. It works well for engraving War Machine’s spine - a benediction and a mockery of human limitations. I try to pick quotes that not only fit the scene, but would still fit into the context of the grander themes from whence they came...unless I hate the author. Tennyson: The Lady of Shallot “I am sick of shadows” vs “I am half-sick of shadows”. Tony’s expressing more frustration here with being alone and his passive involvement in that loneliness. Another quote I feel vaguely bad about changing, haha. The Lady of Shallot is a very nice classical piece that I’m sad isn’t taught in schools alongside Hamlet. There are some nice Ophelia parallels here. I wanted a feminine influence on Tony’s loneliness and one that is somewhat youthful despite his age. Yeats: Vacillation I fucking hate Yeats as a person. That said, the man can write. The man can REALLY write. His pieces are almost always layered to the point of absurdity and he’s perfect to swiping quotes with multiple meanings. Definitely Tony’s kind of author. Goethe: Faust Speaks for itself and in the author’s notes on its reference.  Dostoyevsky: The Brothers Karamasov IMO a book that deserves all the acclaim of Anna Karenina and then some. Very VERY Russian in its ethical debates of, as always, religious morality vs free will. Also dips into familial struggles and patricide, because it wouldn’t be a Russian classic if it didn’t contain some deeply buried bitter resentment towards paternalism. I’m going off-script here, but this is a fucking excellent book. I don’t really have words for how much I enjoy how Dostoyevsky explores the concepts that he does. Shakespeare: Julius Ceasar Shakespeare: Twelfth Night Twelfth Night deserves more credit for its development and maintenance of an enigma. Twelfth Night has charisma in spades both because of and in spite of the exceedingly petty actions of some of its characters. It is also a refreshingly simple take on love for the sake of it. Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland Stephen King: Lisey’s Story I consider Lisey’s Story to be the best of King’s work. The man has his obvious writing ticks and his even more obvious issues as an author. Lisey’s Story contains many of them, but navigates them far better than any of his other work. The monster here is all in the mind and is too vast to truly see or understand. It’s perfectly representative of a creeping sense of inescapable horror. It was fun to flip it on its head with a reference here – Tony isn’t terrified of dying, but he is terrified of his inescapable enjoyment of Bucky’s company. Maria’s family saying is inspired by Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass Armitage: The Death of King Arthur A genuinely fantastic classic tale of heroism, filled with all the drama, tragedy, and sacrifice that you’d expect with strongly feminine undertones. I’m a sucker for this kind of thing. TS Eliot: The Wasteland Excellent piece of poetry with many layered meanings and dual interpretations. I can’t really articulate my thoughts on The Wasteland, but I reference an essay at the end of this list that does that for me. Oedipus Rex Rupert Brooke: Safety Not directly quoted but obscurely referenced through Bucky and Tony’s war conversations + Bucky’s conversation about, you got it, being ‘safe’ with his therapist. His poetry is about WWI and is, largely, idealistic. Safety is…not quite an exception to that. His other poetry contains a certain sense of honour and duty, whereas safety, maintaining a seemingly light tone, has nothing of the sort. It is safety in the soul – something untouchable by the horrors of war or death. It treats that as a ‘house’, which leant itself to the article Tony send Bucky. Armine Wodehouse: Before Ginchy Not directly quoted but obscurely referenced through Bucky and Tony’s war conversations + Bucky’s conversations with his therapist. This is also WWI poetry, though far darker than Brooke’s work. It discusses the parts of the heart and soul soldiers lose. It is an extremely good piece AND references Dante’s Inferno. I had to work it in somewhere even if I didn’t want to directly quote it. Meyer and Brysac: Tournament of Shadows Referenced several times over in discussion of war, the great game, and British military history. Beautifully self-aware account of Britain’s insistence on rewriting history after the fact and the tiny hilariously embarrassing moving pieces that shaped what is often considered the heyday of espionage. Murakami: Kafka on the Shore I love Murakami’s response to questions about understanding the novel as a whole. There are no solutions, only riddles presented, and through their interaction the possibility of a solution takes place. It’s a great lens through which to view the book and individual passages taken out of it. Reminds me of The Wasteland having to be read in totality before you can begin picking it apart, after which each individual piece can be read of its own. Kafka on the Shore, with its musings on the uncertainty of fate and redemption, was the perfect book to outline Tony’s horrifying realization, which he is desperately suppressing, that he might be coming to accept Bucky’s feelings. This quote in particular, while I would’ve used it anyway, is also a great callback to the first chapter and its storms. Chapter 29 is a turning point. Beyond it there are some intentional quote contrasts that are probably more easter eggs than they are anything else. Yeats: A Dialogue of Self and Soul Great contrast with Vacillation. Some parts of self and soul are used in that poem and thematically they are connected and contrasted - self and heart vs self and soul. The symbolism and imagery in Vacillation is really on point and layered, but Self and Soul is peak Yeats for its reversal of the typical ‘the soul is pure and bluntly honest and the body is tainted and bad’ in Christian works. Also Self and Soul’s broader context is scrumptious considering the debate poems history of relying on divine forgiveness and lack thereof instead of on forgiveness of the self. 

It was fun to give this poem a double meaning in IM as both hugely ominous and ultimately pointing to the later forgiveness Tony receives from himself through the divine (if the soul stone can be called that) in the heavens (space!). There’s also another fun twist to ‘who can distinguish darkness from the soul’ in its contrast with ‘what is dark within me, illuminate’. To take that a step further, Vacillation was the beginning of the path of forgiveness for Bucky (understanding Tony’s heart…somewhat literally as he slowly gets closer and closer to the reactor itself), while Self and Soul is a final step (re: Bucky being presented the final hurdle of Tony deciding to move forward alone). Hermann Hesse: Siddhartha Hesse is wonderfully blunt at times. I gotta admit I love German takes on spiritual self-discovery because they always seem to tend towards much more straightforward answers than other countries. Hesse’s relationship with Buddhism in literature vs his lived experience is also really intriguing. Anyway, Siddhartha, in its humanizing of Gods, is wonderful contrast to the consistent imagery of the untouchable and unknowable forces of good and evil in previously quoted works. It has stopped bringing humanity to the divine and has started placing the divine within humanity. Emily Wilson’s translation of the Odyssey One of the ultimate poetic epics. Now that we are nearing the end, I’m going overtime with making the grander themes of this whole piece hit home. A lot of IM was built on a foundation of poetic epics, of heroism, and a bit of Greek tragedy. The Odyssey embodies all of those things beautifully. It also suited Thor too well to pass up. Yeats: An Irish Airman Forsees His Death Ah, Yeats. Very blatant foreshadowing here that is keeping with the foreshadowing from Self and Soul. Fate has, up till this point, been a bit of a question. It has been ‘when will it come to me’ and ‘how will I avoid or overcome it’. Now fate is a set point. It is knowable and present. ‘I know I shall meet my fate, somewhere among the clouds above’. This goes for the true onset of Infinity War and for Tony’s feelings towards Bucky – when he had no one, he allowed Bucky in after essentially promising himself he wouldn’t. If that’s not an accidental admittance of love, nothing is. Henley: Invictus Absolutely fantastic poem. Continuing with the heavy fate themes coming into this climax. Now that Tony knows his fate, truly knows it, he is choosing to take it on directly. Agamemnon (Anne Carson’s Traslation if you prefer a more modern language approach, Lattimore is you prefer a classic) Agamemnon is forgotten all too often in the world of poetic epics and it’s a damn shame. I cannot say enough good things about it. I always wanted to use lines from Agamemnon in a Tony fic because the Cassandra parallels were too perfect to resist. The chorus in this play was also a perfect narrative device for interacting with something of a hive mind. Yeats: The Wanderings of Oisin Another poetic epic. Nice contrast with The Odyssey, The Death of King Arthur, and Agamemnon. Here the dialogue is between an aged hero and a saint looking into the hero’s past. It has the kind of reflective and aged mood necessary for this stage of the story, but is actually a poem I sortof hate. The line ‘And a softness came from the starlight, and filled me full to the bone’ is absolutely gorgeous, though. Some final inspiration pieces:

The Penelopiad 

The Iliad 

House of Leaves (for surrealism in the final chapters) 

Dante at Verona (used in an author’s note as an intentional jab at the dull uninspired nature of the this particular take on Dante. Repurposed quote, essentially) 

a broke machine just blowin’ steam by themikeymonster (great character study of Bucky) 

Frank Kermode’s essay “Eliot and the Shudder” (inspiration behind Tony’s entire interaction with literature)

[tfw-no-tennis]

mtmte liveblog issue 22

oooh man, its time to feel some EMOTIONS!

I'm BACK after a hiatus, which was due in part to me getting my 1st dose of the covid vaccine! woohoo!

anyways, starting here w/issue 22....we have a great cover w/thunderclash, the legend himself

oof. the covers made me forget how much I don't like the art this issue...I hate to be mean to the artists but this art style just isn't doin it for me chief

god I love this issue though. the framing device of rewind’s movie is so so fantastic

tailgate listing off all his fake awards/accomplishments....ily 

rodimus my boy, you're a prime in my heart

the ‘not a decepticon’ label for cyclonus is so much hvbhkjfbskjf

I literally wanna comment on every single panel bc I love all the characters so much but then id be here forever...that being said whirl ily sm 

hvbjdfbhsfjhdfshja BRAINSTORM ‘according to perceptor - ships genius’ hvhdkjhbfhjs ily dumb gay idiot

and then the cut to perceptor after brainstorm like, blew up his lab vjbkdsfnbksjf dude

GODDDDDD drift ‘your name...defines you. it’s your soul expressed in syllables. hm? oh, yes, sorry. it’s drift.’ GOD he’s so fucking funny. I love early story hippy drift

god I cant stop thinking about how good this whole issue would be as an animated show...like, specifically rewinds film, it would be SO FUCKING GOOOOOOD mtmte show WHEN

rewiiiiind ;_; I fuckgin love rewind god. fellow video editing enthusiast....

ohhhh rodimus being embarrassed about his big speech at the beginning of mtmte....my boy I love u so much

gjhnbgehjsrkfbjksf magnus being suspicious of rewind oh my god. magnus ily but please, look at the lil guy, he’s a good boy, most of the time

the fuckgin footage that magnus removed hbvhakjbfhskf god. wasn't that intended to be footage of magnus dancing? I love him

minibot squad.....

and here it begins, the mystery stick rung question...

poor rung oh my god he’s just trying to polish his lil spaceship and people r throwing shit at him. taking Ls as per usual it seems

hand grenade tag hvbfjksdnfbkjdf love that callback

noooo rungs ship :( 

magnus’s censorship vhbhadkjfhdbhjsakjhfn

oh man I forgot about how they met that race of Transformers But More 

the one-upsmanship hbvkajsbehfjks

whirrrrrl lmao I love whirl sm

goddddd whirl just killing that other alien and ending the 16 million yr long civil war bvkjsdbfhjjkafs so fucking much

oh god oh god the ‘are you happy’ page, I'm not emotionally equipped to handle this like, ever

but I will say I feel like it would be EVEN MORE oof if it were milne or someone drawing it bc I feel like this art style takes away from some of the impact bc the expressions aren't really that...expressive? idk how to put it

anyways. every single answer destroys me!!! like even the happy ones, like chromedome and rewind and tailgate - well, in present time, none of those three are doing so hot, so that makes this just hurt 

and rung....that is so fucking depressing. jesus. this guy is so fuckng sad, somebody get him a friend stat

and swerve...ouch. this readthru I've really noticed how much early-mtmte swerve is not-so-subtly like, crying out for help bc he’s so alone and shit. jesus 

also brainstorms response is just plain ole sad w/context, but at this point in the story without context, it just seems very foreboding lmao. I'm realizing this readthru that brainstorm is very sketchy and ominous in a particular ‘is he evil?’ mad scientist sorta way in early mtmte

and then everyone else is also just so OOF in their own unique sad ways, but I think the worst out of everyone is drift....GODDDDDD. especially considering that at this point in the story, drift is this kinda goofy hippy guy, so seeing him just sit there with his face in his hand, not even answering the question...AND knowing that shortly after this he’ll end up banished...IT FUCKING HURTS M8!

meanwhile, the more upbeat ‘quest to see rungs alt mode’ continues...with an ‘alt mode party’ vhbadkjsdfnabskjf it looks so silly with a bunch of cars just sitting around a table lmao

I cant even tell who everyone is bc they so rarely turn into cars n shit lmaoooooo 

rodimus with the bucket on his head hbvhakjbfskjf I CANT

everyone’s reactions to thunderclash...i fucking love it

the fact that TAILGATE doesn't hate him, even though we’ve seen that tailgate tends to dislike people who are universally liked/who have achieved a lot of impressive things

rodimus you petty thot vbdkjbfdjhsakjdf ily

RODIMUS IS SO FUNNYYYYYY ‘I'm not making all these sacrifices and leading these guys into battle and being inspirational - I'm not doing that because it makes me look good’ RODIMUS VBHSKJDFNBKSJF

thunderclash talking about magnus’s article on typefaces....hdbksjfsdbkjgfb bro

AND THEN MAGNUS HUGS HIM....HGBSKJFDSHFKD I CANT

POOR DRIFT bvhajkdfbhjkjsfd rodimus saying he ‘rehabilitated him’ oh my god

the whole spectralism thing...im sorry I cant get over how funny all this is vbakdjfbksjf thunderclash rlly b out here charming rodimus’s entire crew

and then ratchet comes in, calling tc ‘thunders,’ and tc immediately notices ratchets new hands (somehow) hvbkjfhbskjf truly amazing

it cracks me up that rodimus is all 😒😒 at thunderclash, even though as we come to find out, tc really IS That Perfect, and him complimenting rodimus isn't sarcasm at all lmao

AND THEYRE LOOKING FOR THE KNIGHTS OF CYBERTRON TOO HVSDHFJBSHKHDFJS OF COURSE

the vis vitalis being a life support machine spaceship is a really cool concept tho

‘rescuing some orphans from an exploding sun’ I fucking cant

evil guy: [holds a gun to thunderclash’s head] 

rodimus: :D finally something doesn't go his way!

he’s so petty I’m..........dkdjhfdabhduifadijgl

and its the aliens from earlier! oooh

GODDD I forgot that swerve used rung in mystery stick mode to SCHWACK the guy

rung casually dropping the fact that the functionists like, experimented on him...there's a lot of implications there, and that'll certainly be explored more later...

the fact that his ID card says ‘rong’ hvbhjakhdsbfakhsjfn 

oughufadkfujbsfk the circle of light throwing wrenches n shit at skids...guys cmon vbhsdjkfnslfd

the circle of light is like ‘wtf you all have trauma and a bunch of weird unhealthy coping mechanisms this is wack byeeeee’ lmao

skids calling the lost light his home is rlly sweet tho

cant believe the religious space hippy cult is being so rude about a film made by a guy who died like a week ago. unreal 

cd finally figured out how to make the pffft sound, good for him

AUGHHHHH the fact that rewind used ‘little victories’ as the title of the film and that's something that chromedome said in the video ;_; I'm fucking inconsolable 

rodimus, despite his obvious posturing for the camera during the whole issue, comes off as surprisingly genuine when he says that he hasn't thought about his own future much, but wants the crew to have a happy ending....im gonna cry

‘who knows what's around the corner?’ tailgate, PLEASE don't say that, oh my god, 

OUGHHHH GROUP SHOT 

OHHH mannnnNNNNN i love this issue SO MUCH. what a good fun emotional rollercoaster wrap-up to mtmte s1. god. 

like, this issue has it all - humor, drama, crippling sadness, intrigue, worldbuilding...it’s so excellent 

and getting to see rewind again hurts so bad but also I love him

ok quick mtmte s1 retrospective...god s1 is so fucking good. I'm gonna have to read more to say which chunk of mtmte I liked best but s1 is so fucking excellent that it might be my favorite. though its hard to pick bc there's so much good stuff later on too...whatever, the point is s1 is so so good

the plotlines and characters are fucking stellar. like I cant even believe how well Everything works, its very impressive. I cant really think of anything major that made me go ‘yeah could've done without that plotline/character’

I love how dedicated jro is to connecting everything. I've mentioned it before but basically every single moment in the series has payoff - what you initially think is just a funny moment, or a fluffy character establishment bit, ends up ALSO being an important plot point later, in some way

an example would be here w/rung and his alt mode - it just seems like a fun little B-plot for this issue, and seems to pretty neatly conclude with the reveal that rung was eventually classified as an ‘ornament’ (lmao)...but we later on get to see a lot more about this, both here and in the functionist universe 

and like, stuff like tailgate’s autobot lessons w/magnus - at first that can be seen as purely character establishment stuff, showing that magnus is a strict rule-lover and tg is a loveable try-hard good boy - but that becomes plot relevant in remain in light, with tailgate saving the day due to his knowledge of the autobot code (and its also character relevant, with magnus’s arc in remain in light). 

and I know this is like. a normal regular thing in writing, but I'm just very impressed about how cleanly jro pulls it off, and how many things he’s juggling at once, especially in early mtmte - it’s very ambitious!

and we gotta remember, this is a comic book. I've read a lot of comic books, and the quality is all over the place. a lot of writers bite off more than they can chew, and the story ends up kinda scattered as a result. 

another thing I see a lot in franchise writing like this is a lack of strong early character establishing due to the author assuming the readers are at least somewhat familiar with the characters already - which can be totally fair depending on where it is in the continuity, but other times it can come off as lazy

in mtmte, the cast is extremely well fleshed out, and not only that, the cast itself is unique in that there are a lot of relative unknowns (franchise-wise) - which I think was an absolutely brilliant move, because then jro was able to essentially create The Definitive Version of these characters - characters like swerve, brainstorm, chromedome, rewind, tailgate...mtmte is their baseline characterization, because they haven't really appeared in much else

this also allows for deviation from the franchise norms - again, a comic book classic is good writing being stifled by a need to stick to a certain status quo regard the characters, the world, the powers, relationships, etc

(I've mostly read DC comics, and some marvel, so I'm thinking superheroes w/all these comic comparisons)

so mtmte had a good recipe for genuine creativity in that the characters were relative unknowns, the plot was basically ‘space road trip,’ the status quo of ‘autobot vs decepticon war’ had been demolished throughout the entire franchise...so jro was able to take all that and run, and it turned out so fantastic

and luckily it isn't over yet! so many comics suffer from premature cancellation...and sadly mtmte/ll isn't exempt from this, as we’ll see later, but I've seen some awful ones, where comics are forced to wrap up in like 2 issues while in the middle of an arc. yikes. 

but another comic staple...one of my least favorite things about comics books in general...something that was basically responsible for driving me away from comics after reading a bunch...the dreaded crossover event

yep, even mtmte isn't immune to this unfortunate plague on the comic industry. crossover events are the absolute worst, and I'm saying this as somebody who adores crossovers (in concept more than execution usually). they SHOULD be my favorite, but unfortunately they p much always completely suck

they're essentially a ploy to get you to read the other ongoing titles, but they usually only serve to bog down whatever story you're reading to the point where you don't even wanna read that one anymore, let alone read all the other ongoings. at least, that’s been my experience 

it doesn't help that reading orders tend to be hard to find/keep track of, and that you need to go read the other series to know what's going on. I just hate it, like, I came here to read THIS series, I don't want a bunch of other series showing up too - even if I was reading two series, I wouldn't want them crossed over, because they're separate stories! augh!

I'm totally losing my focus here but my point is...crossover events suck, and mtmte unfortunately is involved in one. I have not read dark cybertron, and I'm not about to. I've heard nothing but bad things so I have no desire to inflict that upon myself 

soooo ill be reading through the tfwiki articles for those issues to give myself a better understanding of what went on - which is more than I've ever done in the past - and maybe ill even make a single post summarizing my thoughts on what I read in the wiki, lmao

but yea ill be skipping to the mtmte s2 stuff next 

phew ok I'm super tired, my vision keeps blurring out and stuff lmao. its time for bed, I probably have more thoughts but ill save them for later. for now...peace out!

[rorynne]

Time Lost (Rewrite) Prologue

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader

Summary: An accident during a mission sends you back in time to the second world war. There you enlist the help of Peggy Carter, Steve Rogers, and Bucky Barnes to find the object that can send her back.

Warnings: 

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: This is a rewrite of an OC fic that I have been writing and been wanting to turn into a reader Fic. Im unsure if I will be continuing the OC fic currently, I may just transfer it completely to my reader Fic. Currently 6 chapters are up of the OC fic, and I shall be posting a rewritten chapter every few days on here. 

Masterlist

You adjusted your dress slightly as you watched the party from you perch atop a high barstool. Who would have thought that experimental arms dealers liked 40’s themed parties? Apparently other arms dealers by the looks of it. “This place is a real whos who of people you don’t want to fuck with, isn’t it?” You stated more than asked as you stirred your drink with a mixing straw.

“Yeah, unless you’re us.” Clint’s voice said through the communication device in your ear.

You chuckled, taking a sip of your drink. “Unless you’re us. How is setting up that distraction going?” You peeked down the hall where two guards stood watch over the entrance to another corridor. “Macho Man and Biceps Mcgee don’t look apt to let me through.”

“Patience Y/N/N, patience.” You rolled your eyes as he continued. “The Blues Brothers should be off your back in a few minutes.”

“Stop calling me that. I didn’t need to help you with this mission, remember?” You said, leaning against the bar. This was not how you intended to spend your day off. “Why did I agree to this again?”

“Because I’m your best friend and you love me?” He offered as the lights flickered. You looked down the hall again to see the two guards moving to investigate. Bingo.

“Oh, right.” You said as you slid off the stool. “You wouldn’t stop begging me until I caved.” Head held high, you walked into the hallway as if you owned the place. “You owe me an introduction to Captain America when this is done.”

“You know, I wouldn’t need to introduce the two of you if you just joined the avengers.” He said as you turned down the now unguarded corridor. “The door you’re looking for should be on your left.”

“I don’t like the limelight.” You defended, “Remember the entire reason why you’re asking me to do this is because you can’t walk into a room without being recognized anymore. Not after what happened in New York.”

“Yeah, yeah. You would think people would have forgotten by now.” Clint grumbled making you stifle a laugh. Forget the people that saved New York from giant space whales? As if. You tried the door Clint had directed you to and found it locked. You sighed. “Probably should have expected that.” You pulled a bobby pin out of your hair and started to pick the lock. “So what exactly am I looking for here? Just some files?”

“That’s what Hill said.” He confirmed. “Probably something on the tech they are trying to sell, you know, arms dealery stuff.” The lock clicked and the door swung open. You quickly slipped inside, closing the door behind you.

Wasting no time, you immediately started pilfering the desk in front of you, looking for anything that might be of note. “This guy’s desk is a fucking mess. Do you have any clue what I’m looking for specifically?”

“Uhhh,” Clint replied, making you groan.

“You didn’t think to ask for specifics?” Jesus Christ, half of these documents are in german, do you even kn-” Your eyes went wide as you looked up. You didn’t know how you managed to miss the giant, bell-shaped, hunk of metal with a fucking swastika in the middle of it when you entered the room, but you did. Especially since, now that you noticed it, the thing seemed to produce a low, unnatural hum. “Uh, Clint?”

“What is it? Did you find something? You gotta hurry up the guards are on their way back.” Clint urged as you approached the Nazi bell.

“Are you sure Maria only said anything about files?” The bell seemed to grow more agitated as you stepped closer, vibrating strongly enough that its edges seemed to blur. “What the hell is this thing?” As you reached out, the door crashed open. You whipped around to see the two guards from earlier, their guns aimed directly at you. Thinking fast, you dove towards the desk as the guns fired. The bullets hit the bell with a thundering clang, causing the bell to go deathly silent before emitting a dull blue glow. The glow quickly intensified into a blinding blue-white light until a shock wave of energy exploded from the bell with a deafening gong.

You were thrown against the back wall with such force you saw stars. Groaning, you stumbled to your feet as alarms started blaring. Swearing to yourself, you blindly grabbed a handful of loose papers, and ran out of the room, jumping over the two, now unconscious, guards in the process. Glancing both ways down the hall, you swore again as you saw a swarm of guards running down the way you came. Papers in hand, you sprinted down the corridor away from the guards.

“Clint? I could use a little back up right about now!” You hollered but got no response. “Clint!” you said again, raising a hand to your ear. Your heart dropped when you felt no communicator. “Son of a bitch.” Hooking a right down another hallway, you stumbled as the building shook, another loud gong ripping from the bell now rooms away. Damn, that thing was loud. The walls began to crack from the force of the shockwaves. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize that bell was going to bring the entire building down.

You looked over your shoulder, the guards were nowhere to be seen. God only knew if they were going to come back or if they had decided to save themselves. With the noises the building was making, you honestly couldn’t blame them if they chose the second option. The red glint of an exit sign caught your eye as you turned down yet another hall. “Thank god.” You gasped, forcing yourself to run just a little faster. You lunged at the exit as a third gong tore through the building.

You fell out of the emergency exit gasping for breath as the sound of sirens screeched overhead. You froze as you took in your surroundings. Why was it so dark? Pulling your phone out of your bra, you checked the time. 5:36 pm glowed up at you brightly. You shook your head, that was impossible. It was far far too dark. You looked back at the building you escaped from, only to find it completely restored to its original state. Except, you noticed, there was no door for you to exit out of. “What the fuck is going on here?”

The sirens continued as you turned on your phone’s flashlight. No signal, you noticed, great. You walked out of the alley and down the street, not a single light was on anywhere, not even streetlights. Did that bell have something to do with this? You looked down at the papers you managed to grab as the sound of planes roared overhead. ‘Die Glocke’ was all you were able to read before being unceremoniously dragged into the shop next to you.

“What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing? Walking around with a torch in the middle of an air raid? Are you mad?” The woman scolded, your phone in her hand. your jaw dropped as the woman fumbled with your phone: Peggy Carter. The Peggy Carter. The same one whose picture you passed every day walking into the shield offices. That Peggy Carter was now standing in front of you, trying to figure out how a cell phone worked. “How do you turn this bloody thing-”

An explosion rocked the street, shattering the glass of the shop they were in. Both women dove to the floor on instinct. You took the phone from Peggy and turned off the light. You popped your head up and peeked through the broken window. The building you had just escaped from was now reduced to a pile of rubble. Holy shit, you realized, That bell has sent you back in time. You had no chance to rationalize this information when you heard the signature sound of a gun being cocked. You turned to see Peggy pointing a pistol at your head.

“Who are you, what are you doing here, and what is that?” Peggy gestured to your phone. Oh god, how does someone even begin to explain time travel via nazi bell?

You took a deep breath. “Do you want the answer that makes me look like a nutcase? Or the quickly cobbled together lie you probably won’t believe?”

“I want the truth” Peggy answered firmly, making you feel very much like a scolded child.

“My name is Y/N L/N. I am here because of an accident.” You said slowly, trying to give yourself time to plan out how to explain time travel. “I, well, I was sent back in time by a giant Nazi bell.” You glanced at the crumpled papers still in your hand. “Here!” You shoved the papers towards Peggy. “Die Glocke, the bell! Maybe this can help explain it.” Peggy eyed you warily before taking the papers. Peggy squinted at them, reading slowly with the lack of light. Slowly, she lowered her gun, instead, focusing on the documents.

Peggy sighed, “You’re right. Your story does make you sound like a nutter, but these documents…” her voice trailed off as another bomb rocked the street. “It isn’t safe up here.” She said simply, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you towards the back of the building. “How did you get into this situation Y/N?”

You stumbled, trying to keep up with Peggy, as she dragged you through the shop. “I’m an agent of shield.” You paused for a moment, should you really be saying this? “An organization you help form after the war.”

“At this point, the war doesn’t feel like it will ever be over.” Peggy sighed again, stopping in front of a blank wall. She stepped forward and pressed an unseen switch. The wall opened up to reveal a small elevator.

You stopped just short of following Peggy inside. “Are you sure this is a good idea during an air raid?”

“We don’t have time for this nonsense,” Peggy said, rolling her eyes and pulling you in by the collar just as the doors began to close. Peggy looked over the papers again in the dim light of the elevator. “You said you were an agent Y/N?”

“Yes.”

“And no doubt you want to get back to your time.”

“Well, yeah, that would be preferable.”

Peggy nodded. “Then I supposed, you would have no issue helping us find this bell HYDRA created.”

You looked at her, “Who is ‘us’ in this equation?”

“The Strategic Scientific Reserve. SSR for short. Have you heard of it Agent L/N?” The elevator rattled as more bombs exploded above.

You scoffed, “Heard of it? I was named after one of the agents. Yeah, I’ll be glad to help, especially if it gets me home.”

Peggy furrowed her brow, “What agent were you named after?”

“Agent Y/N M/N L/N? My family has been in shield since its inception, I grew up hearing all the stories about her.”

Peggy shook her head as the elevator stopped. “There is no Agent Y/N L/N. Unless you count yourself.” She said before stepping out into the hall.

You went wide-eyed as Peggy’s words sank in. “Oh my god. I was named after myself.”